Shadowlit
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"And it’s fine. Really, it’s fine. Dream’s used to it. To the silence when he gets home, to the heavy cold he feels wandering his empty apartment before he logs on and hears his friends’ voices echo from the speakers. It’s uncomfortable, but he’s used to it.
So he buries himself in editing and videos and his friends and Minecraft until he forgets the way it feels to touch and be touched gently, until he forgets the ache and the cold that the Florida heat can’t reach. "Or: Dream gets a hug and his world shifts on its axis.
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everywhere at the end of time by Shadowlit
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game)
25 Nov 2020
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He doesn't remember. He doesn't remember, he doesn't remember he does̶n'̶t̷ ̸r̸e̴̲͌m̸͗ͅe̸̩̒m̸̲̉b̶͓ȅ̶͎r̴̦̿ ̵̡̒-
...What was he trying to remember, again?
(Or: what if Wilbur kept forgetting?)
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backstitching by Shadowlit
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime)
12 Jul 2020
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backstitch (v.)
The strongest method of hand stitching, where a stitch is sewn one length backwards on the front side and two lengths forward on the back, resulting in a solid line of stitches on both sides of the fabric. Backstitches are very difficult to break once sewn, and will often last longer than the fabric they're holding together.
Or: Zenitsu offers to teach Tanjiro sewing. While Zenitsu is also grappling with a crush on Tanjiro. This will definitely end well. -
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It takes a long time for them to be found again.
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They can’t sleep.
It is the images that keep flashing in their mind no matter how many times they try to cram their eyes shut. They did everything. Threw It in the cage dragged Berdly to the hospital crawled to Noelle rolling on their back to show the soft vulnerable parts of them, sorry sorry sorry sorry and they don’t think she bought prank—know now there is no way to convince her of that again—and when they tugged out the thorn she winced but somehow didn’t flinch away from them, after it all, after It.
Their hand reaching for Noelle’s. Shaking. Trying to plead run with every single part of them. They weren’t fast enough. Because then It was there and Its words were thorns stabbing their cheeks, Noelle was terrified, Noelle was freezing, please not her hurt me do anything to me leave her alone leave her alone, but they couldn’t even scream by then. Just begging. Rolling over to It. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good. Just please don’t hurt her.
(Or: Kris tries to get help.)
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“Didn’t think I’d get this far,” Kris tells Dess.
“Hey.” Dess taps their nose, and they peer up at it through their bangs, the vibrant brightness of her face. “I’m glad you’re here, harbinger. You’re going to figure this out.”
Kris hums, noncommittal. Somewhere halfway across the country their friends are finishing up final exams. A whole year out there, learning new things, living new places. So many things they’ve seen that Kris never has, never will. Certainly, their friends have traveled further beyond the bounds of Hometown than they ever have. Into some world that surely cannot exist. Some reality that doesn’t include them.
They know, of course, that theirs is a problem that can never be solved.
(When they’re ten years old Kris Dreemurr is shown a video by their mother. It is of a coyote that has been raised by a dog mother, with dog siblings, in a human house.)
On surviving your end and what comes next.
Bookmarked by Shadowlit
12 Mar 2026
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hurt but a good kind of hurt. coyote kris. written by synthfic guy
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Collection of stories within the same continuity where I play around with addisons having birdlike traits.
Title for this series inspired by the animation FLIGHTLESS BIRDS by Lessoliem on Youtube.
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Bookmarked by Shadowlit
12 Mar 2026
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He knows how little he is worth. A gaping, empty crater where is identity is supposed to be, wide and lifeless.
So it would be futile, meaningless for him to own anything anyway.
Yet… to have soft bedsheets and milky blankets to rest onto at the end of the day, instead of frosty, hard floor.
To have his own desk that he can write upon, with inky pens and paper that detail all of the journeys he so deeply wants to preserve with the three of them.
A bookshelf for recipes, never-ending plans on what to bake for his friends, and calming storybooks to read to himself in dim, green light. Toys, soft toys, all of the world's plushes.
To have something that he can see and feel and embrace in the solitude of night, other than the incorporeal memories he has.
He wants to be greeted by them whenever he tucks himself into bed, to curl up in softness and breathe slowly in their presence.
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It hurts Ralsei to be selfish, when he believes his only purpose is to serve those around him.