Woe. Sad Serana Be Upon Ye

I no longer listen to DC regarding my favourite heros. I’ve perfected each superhero family to my taste, made my own timeline with my wanted events. Given the characters my favourite backstory of them, given them their base of operation, their civilian job, even the pets they have. I’m now DC

The generation gap between me and ppl of my own age

Alfred fire emblem be like

getting ready to present my thesis

Nothing but asexual discontent.

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Judgement of Mourning

The ring still glints upon their hand

a promise broken, life unplanned

they hear the name in every sigh,

a whispered plea, a wordless cry

grief pulls them like a ruthless tide,

begging to join them on the other side

but they recall love's last degree

"Live," it said, so plainly

I cant believe it’s over 😭😭😭 the greatest fic on Ao3

IT IS DONE

Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')

So without further ado, the grand finale:

Chapter 78: Penance — The Pain We Live For

Was it worth it? Will it ever be?

Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.