6 Bookmarks by CATSINTHEWASTELAND
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It's difficult to be the last of a species at the end of time, so far removed from the past that it's barely recognizable but not too far to avoid the memories of home sprinkled all around. But what does "home" really mean?
Two endlings have a conversation about being lonely together.
Written for the 2025 Collapsed Stars reverse mini bang!
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27 Aug 2025
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The story of a Warlock who kept going.
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- Part 2 of Destiny fics
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10 Sep 2018
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Who are you, in your second incarnation? Who are you, Guardian, full of Light?
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- Part 1 of Destiny fics
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10 Sep 2018
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The Gereon Twelve have a ritual.
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Bookmarked by CATSINTHEWASTELAND
30 May 2017
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the gaunt's ghosts fic that i forget isn't canon
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/pajn/
1. noun: an evergreen coniferous tree that has clusters of long needle-shaped leaves
2. verb: to miss and long for the return of someoneAfter Rose Creek it was starting to feel like Goodnight and Billy had left the spectre of death far behind them.
Goodnight should have known it would catch up eventually.
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07 Mar 2017
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have I ever cried and laughed so much simultaneously whilst reading a fic.
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“I’m putting a team together,” said the past, squeezed onto a plastic chair in the kitchen that Goodnight had never bothered to finish assembling. Dusty boxes still squatted beside empty cabinets, full of spiderwebs and rusting pots. Goodnight located a clean cup behind a box of cereal, and another still racked in the dishwasher. Then he took a deep breath, and sat himself down at the table.
Major Chisolm looked good, at least. He was buttoned up in one of the black shirts that he always favoured, silver cufflinks keeping the sleeves neatly in place. He’d hung up his felt hat by the door, and as such, seemed a touch unfinished. Older, yet familiar. Chisolm smiled, teeth bared, in the way he got whenever he was nervy about something.
“A team?” Goodnight said finally, when Chisolm didn’t elaborate.
“Hoping you’d come.” Chisolm pressed. “Pays well.”