"She still held to the faith of her father, in that she believed there was a heaven waiting beyond this life, and yet she would not let her belief lead her unthinking into oblivion. I won’t surrender, she thought with a vehemence that startled her. I will walk this path to whatever end may await. I will not fade away into nothingness. I’d rather burn.
No, if the God of her father still ruled this world, then surely His reign was not in scripture scrawled threateningly across a wall, nor in the mind of a single, demented leader. Nor was it in the depths of that dark water, but rather in the light that filtered through the trees at dawn, in the flight of the pale doves in the morning, in the graceful, folding wings of a pair of mated swans, in the footsteps of a great stag upon the frosted earth, in the distant stars at night, the flames of the evening sky.
And in those few, small fires that yet flickered within the hearts of men."
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"This is what he remembers as he finally falls down to his knees. When he sinks into a sea of blood, when the tips of his wings are stained dark red for the first and final time, a blessed crimson oblivion rising, coming for him at long last. This is what he remembers when the grit and the sand and the wind whirl around him, when all goes dim, when the last man standing stands no more."
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>> Read the full fic HERE <<
They didn’t look back by bubug
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Beyond ecstatic to present this stunning illustration of Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon, commissioned for the cover of my Bethyl fanfiction, Between the Fire and the Sky. I wrote this entire story with the bubug's illustration style in mind, so this is my wildest dream come true.
Someone pinch me. Bethyl LIVES! :')
Greetings to whomever might still be out there. :)
Despite everything, my Beth/Daryl obsession shows no signs of waning anytime soon.
For a gazillion reasons which I've explained over and over here, I don't watch TWD anymore. I have zero intention of ever doing so ever again. The implications of the so-called 'storytelling' choices disturb me on so many levels and make me physically ill to even contemplate, so I would therefore ask kindly that anyone commenting on my posts from here on out refrain from mentioning the show in its current state (in terms of plot details, etc. Please. I just....don't wanna know).
This pretty much sums up my feels:
Burn it down....oh yeeeah. ;)
But obviously when it comes to shipping these two, I still ship 'em. Oh yes. So. Damn. Hard.
Currently working on a variety of Bethyl fics, mostly WIPs I started last year but never finished due to being thrown (temporarily) off my game by the idiotic showrunner's idea of what passes for 'canon'. (A subject upon which I shall not speak, ever again.)
Most recently, I *finally* managed to get some unbroken writing time to finish/post two one shots. They run semi-concurrently and can be read together I suppose:
Transcendence (Beth PoV, set during 'Slabtown')
From Earth I Rose (Daryl PoV, set during 'Us')
That's all for now, though I've got about 10+ WIPs in my drafts still! Eeek! How the hell did that happen? I don't know that all of them will necessarily see the light or be worth finishing, but I'm going to try. Hopefully will have some more writing time this weekend, but we shall see...
Unfortunately, I'm still trying to work out what direction to take 'All That Remains' (the continuation of BtFatS). I've been stalled for months due to indecisiveness. I had an idea of where to take the story back when I started it (or rather began to continue it), but I keep second guessing myself and my storytelling abilities. Everything ends up rather dark indeed. While I think Bethyl as a pairing should always have some dark and/or bittersweet element to it, I'm just not sure how much more angst I really can really handle at this point. The Fire & Sky-verse has always been my 'happy place', so I'm torn. But I can't help it, I'm a bittersweet soul myself with more than a little twinge of melancholy darkness, so everything I do generally ends up infused with that sort of vibe. I will have to ruminate on it a little longer. In the meantime, I will try to finish a certain shameless porn-without-plot fic I started back during Bethyl Smut Week, because, well....just because. :P
For those who've been waiting impatiently for the next chapter of 'All That Remains', here's a lil somethin'. The great unfbadger has just posted a mind-blowing piece inspired by a certain er, climactic moment from Chapter 3. ;)
Tickled me so much I can't help but share. :D
[Caution: NSFW !!!]
There may be no safe place left on earth, but that does not mean they cannot live.
*sequel to BtFatS
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Chapter 3 is up on Ao3.
To anyone who enjoys Funeral Home AU sexy times, this one's for you. ;)
After getting drunk on moonshine and burning down the shack, Beth and Daryl run together into the night.
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Between 'Still' and 'Alone', Beth and Daryl travel through the countryside and deep into the wilderness. As their journey brings them further into each other's worlds, Beth begins to wonder if there is any safe place left on earth.
Perhaps all that remains is the fire that burns between them out there beneath the dark night sky.
[Read on Ao3]
Life in the prison is safe, but Beth finds herself longing for...something. Daryl notices, and makes her a promise.
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