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wormdebut · 10 days

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LET DOWN AND HANGING AROUND (CRUSHED LIKE A BUG IN THE GROUND)

Ahoy! This is my first VERY LATE ficlet for @corrodedcoffinfest ! My absolute bad for being so late, but BOY am I HAPPY TO BE HERE!

Warm Up Prompt One: Taxed. Word Count: 1000 (scrivener says 1000 Wordcounter says 979. IDK Man, it’s within limit), Rating: T, Pairing: None, CW: Swears, Smoking, Angst Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Freak

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October 1987

They've been at this for fucking years. Eddie feels like a fucking girl scout.

'Well hello there Mr. Music Man, would you like to buy a box of shitty garage band metal?'

Except they weren't fucking shitty. All of the guys had been working their assess off, writing, playing shows, shitty gig after shitty gig after shitty gig.

But they haven't managed anything. Nothing, zilch, nada.

They had a small crowd showing up at the Hideout, and the owner, Benny, started letting them play not only their usual Tuesday but because Eddie had been helping him with placehe was letting them play Saturday nights now too, which was great because while he appreciates the likes of his uncle and Wayne's best friends on Tuesdays, there were almost twenty people every Saturday night and that was something.

They also had a standing gig at a bar in Indianapolis at least once a month, lately they've been playing The Barrel every other week and Eddie thought--he thought--that that would get them somewhere.

The guys were fucking exhausted but Eddie kept pushing because they could do this. Corroded Coffin was great. They were great and somebody was going to see that…right?

Eddie saw what they had. He did. But the guys--

"C'mon Ed, we can't keep sneaking Gareth into bars forever. I think we need to--maybe consider other options or--" Jeff rambles. They were supposed to be practicing but Jeff Williams had to swoop inwith his stupid common sense bullshit. Jeff motherfucking Williams is one of the best guitarists Eddie has ever had to the privilege of listening to, but Jeff wants to go college like a real boy!

Gareth cuts him off, "It's just the two bars man, and I have a fake, if I need it anyw--"

Would you look at that, it's time for Freddy to cut in. "Yeah, but you're three feet tall and have the face of a newborn child."

Gareth shoves at Freddy's chest. "Oh fuck off, man. At least I'm not a virgin!" He yelps and great. This is great.

Now the band is fighting, again, because Jeff wants to go to College, Goodie is a Virgin, and Gareth is short.

Eddie just want to play music.

If they all want to yell, Eddie can yell louder. "See. Do you see what happens when you start talking about 'other options' Jeff? Chaos--and not the fun kind!"

"See, Eddie--this is the fucking problem with you. All you care about is your music, your dream, It's all about you!"

Jeff is yelling at Eddie, Gareth and Freak are rough housing, how did this even happen. All Eddie wants is to do something. Be something. He believes in this, in Jeff, and Freddy and Gareth, in the band.

And he gets that everyone is taxed, tired. Eddie is fucking exhausted. Gareth is trying to not fail his senior year. He gets it, he does, but-- "You know what, Jeff?" His voice breaks, and isn't that fucking humiliating? "Some of us, don't have college as an option. Did you ever consider that?"

Eddie leans over and grabs his cigarettes from the table, before shoulder checking Jeff as he leaves.

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What’s the fucking point? Eddie puts everything into lyrics that people probably don't even know, all of them spend hours writing and harmonizing, making sure chords make sense, just for everything to be a pipe dream. They haven't taken a break for anything. It's either work or school or Coffin Shit. They haven't played D&D in months. They've just been doing this.

But it's all Eddie has. How the hell was he ever going to get out of shitty ass Hawkins, if it wasn't this way? He didn't exactly ace his finals--even the third time around. Honestly? He's pretty sure they just let him pass, to get him the fuck out of there.

He lights up what feels like his eighth cigarette--it's not, it's his second--and stares out to the empty street. They use Gareth's garage to practice…for being as straight laced as she is, Ms. Emerson sure does believe in the band.

Dottie Emerson and Eddie. God dammit, maybe Jeff is right.

He should go back, he should go back and apologize, and let this go. He has the job at the Hideout, he can save and maybe move to Indy--play an acoustic at some bars or…something.

God, he's just so tired of this shit.

He finishes his cigarette, and tries to breathe. Breathe in--hold--breathe out--he doesn't realizes Jeff until he taps his shoulder.

"Hey." Jeff says, quiet. Eddie, just nods, grabs his pack and offers a cancer-filled olive branch. Jeff takes it.

Eddie doesn't say anything. Doesn't want to, doesn't know what he should say.

So Jeff does. "I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to make you upset. I'm just fucking tired man, we all are and I do want this, I do, but it's fucking scary." Eddie turns, watches Jeff blow out smoke. "I got accepted to IU, did you know that?"

Eddie blinks. He did not know that. "No, you hadn't mentioned it."

Jeff turns to look at him, "I didn't want this to happen."

Eddie closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath. In--hold--out. "You should go." He forces a smile, watches as Jeff's eyes shine for a moment--no wonder he had that silly crush on him his second senior year, but it was only for like a week, leave it alone--before he srunches his face up, Eddie can't help but laugh. Jeff always does that, when he's stressed. It makes him look like a rabbit.

Jeff goes to speak, but Eddie cuts him off. "Let's do this Halloween show, it'll be our going away gift to our tens of adoring fans."

Jeff laughs at that, nods, and pulls Eddie into a hug.

Everything will be fine, with or without Corroded Coffin.

#worm brain #everyone buckle up cause I'm determined to knock all of these out #they will follow a story line BUT also stand alone #so note that even though eddie thinks this is the end thats a big fat lie #Steve is out there somewhere #and so will Corroded Coffin being famous as fuck #I promise #eddie munson #stranger thing #stranger things ficlet #pre steddie #cause BOY WILL THEY BE HERE #Corroded Coffin #All the boys. They are all here and they be fighting #corrrodedcoffinfest #worm coffin verse

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captain-krow-drozdov · 1 year

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Aight This Is Haunting (hah) My Brain So Here We Go! Dp x Dc Thing Where Danny Phantom Is Just A Cartoon In The Dc-Verse And DC Is Just Comics/Cartoons In The Danny phantom-Verse (DP-Verse Is More Phandom Heavy Which Will Cause DC-Verse Folks Some Concerned Confusion Later On)

Que A Very Confused King Danny Getting Summoned By (Insert Cult Here) Or The JL/Batfam + Constantine And He Looks Around Spots Batman And Promptly Points At Him And Goes "Bruce Wayne????!" Meanwhile One Of The Batkids (I Feel Like Danny Phantom Would Be Tims Bi Awakening Of He Had Access To The Cartoon, Vice Versa For Danny TBH) Pointing And Going "Danny Phantom?????!"

Just Both Sides Hella Name Dropping Secret IDs And Occasionally Personal Shit, Chaos In General Ya Know?

#dp x dc #*offers you the boucy ball that's been bouncing around in my brain like a screen saver* its not much but its determined to be said.#i just like the idea the danny phantom is straight up just a cartoon in the dc verse and since the infinite realms is more of a #phandom thing they dont connect danny phantom and the king of the infiny realms #Can You Tell Im A Sucker For Tim x Danny?#Captain's Posts

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livwritesstuff · 6 months

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2007, established relationship, girl-dads!steddie and their 5yo daughter Moe, my favorite part of this by a goddamn landslide

“Papa,” Moe exclaims, running up to Steve with Ed close behind her, “I tried on one of Daddy’s rings.”

Moe holds up a closed fist with just the middle finger unfolded. One of Ed’s rings — the tarnished silver one with a faded blue pearl he always wears on his pinky — is hanging loosely from her tiny finger.

Steve looks up at his husband, eyebrows raised.

“No—” Ed chokes out a laugh and crouches down by Moe’s side, “What’d I tell you to say?”

Ed whispers something in her ear, and then Moe looks back up at Steve, a massive grin on her face as she continues to hold up her middle finger.

“This is for you, Papa.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve says, unamused.

“Daddy said it’s your favorite ring.”

“I bet he did,” he replies, trying his best to not laugh, “How ‘bout you give it back to Daddy so it doesn’t get lost — and tell him to take better care of his stuff. I know which ring is his favorite and if he keeps this up, he’ll end up losing that one too.”

Ed throws his head back and laughs.

“Oh, you’ve got jokes, Stevie, that’s very funny. But, alas, you know I don’t believe in gay divorce, so you’re gonna have to try way harder than that to get rid of me.”

“What’s gay divorce?” Moe asks, looking curiously between her dads.

“Nothin’ you need to worry your big brain about, sweet pea,” Steve tells her, brushing her bangs out of her face.

#ed is determined to create a loving and nurturing home environment for their daughters while also raising them to be complete menaces #its about the balance #for reference this is in response to steve telling moe that it's ed's turn to take her to the bathroom #moe does not know she's flipping her dad off #steddie #liv’s steddie dads verse #steddie dads #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

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pink-link-lemonade · 4 months

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shadowedvales · 13 days

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so, what if this was a small starter call, and y’all liked it? 👀

#out.#i know i have posted starter calls and i never answer them.#BUT IM DETERMINED TO DO IT THIS TIME!!!#especially because i’m starting to get a really good handle on my drafts and inbox things!#and i really do gotta learn how to start writing shorter things so.#small starter call it is. 🩷#feel free to specificy a verse if you’d like a particular one!

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respondedinkind · 5 months

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@he1msman cont. [x]

Khan hates to admit that the other is right. He hates it with every fiber of his being, with every nerve-ending existing within his fingertips, with every breath that's taken and every braincell that seems to fail him at this very moment.

Granted, he's suffering from a concussion; A mild one, however. It's just giving him a headache, a spell of gentle, steady dizziness, nothing one couldn't work with. Nothing he, of all people, couldn't work with. And yes, he should have long figured out how to make this escape pod work under the given circumstances.

"Something is off with it. The entirety of this pod.", he comments, a frown stretching over his dirty features; A hand comes up to wipe across his forehead, leaving another stain as he starts to dismantle one section of the thing... again. As he has done before.

He feels betrayed by his own intellect, and starts to question absolutely everything regarding this pod... and his own sanity.

"---Because it should have worked by now. It makes no sense that it does not. Are you sure this thing has ever worked to begin with?"

#he1msman #Verse -> To Be Determined #(omg I hope its ok I continued this bc I am sitting here laughing)#(poor khan deserves to fail)#(hi hello back at you i hope you are doing well! if anything doesnt work let me know)#(also LETS WING IT lol i mean at least they're on a friendly basis somewhat so... perhaps this is in my main verse? hmm idk yet)

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sodamnbored · 9 months

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We’re talking like TOPS. Like this is low brow smut. The lowest brow smut.

I write them both ways round, but I’m not sure what the general consensus is.

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kitxkatrp · 1 year

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@lovelyxhorrors Atsushi and Jason

The moment he sees the other, he's prepared to be attacked. He has no idea who he is and tenses, eyes narrowing and ready to use all that he's learned to defend himself and the public if need be.

#{ Atsushi Nakajima: Determined Weretiger Canon-ish Verse }

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1mnobodywhoareyou · 4 months

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That's what Christmas means to me

1707 Words | G Rating | Julie and the Phantoms AU

Luke kicks open the door, his keys hanging from his teeth and hands overflowing with bags from the grocery store. “Guys?! A little help?” he calls, words a bit jumbled as they form around his clenched teeth.

Alex appears at the end of the hall and lets out a soft chuckle, “you know you can take multiple trips, right?” He grabs one handful of bags and takes them into the kitchen, leaving Luke to remove his keys from his mouth and redistribute the remaining bags.

“You say that…” Luke replies, trailing after Alex and setting the bags onto the counter.

“How did you even get the door unlocked?”

Luke jazz hands as he answers, “magic!” He’s met with a fond eye roll as they both work on putting the groceries away. “Why’s it so quiet? Where’s Bex.”

“Uhhhh,” Alex hesitates. “You should probably just see for yourself.”

Luke quirks an eyebrow at that but leaves it and finishes up, tying the bags into bows and depositing them in their bag of bags under the sink.

“Does any of this need to go next door?” Alex asks and Luke shakes his head.

“Nope, not this time. We both know I’ll be here pretty much full time for the next two weeks anyway.” It’s their collective Christmas break and they officially have no responsibilities outside of their strange little family until the new year. “How scared should I be to leave the kitchen?” he wonders.

“I think you’ll be ok. Maybe. It’s everyone else I’m worried about.”

Luke cocks his head with a look of combined confusion and curiosity but opts to simply go into the living room. He’s met with what can only be described as a Christmas explosion and can’t help the laugh that erupts out of his throat. Boxes and totes are open throughout the space, they have a half built tree, decorations trail from box to box and beyond. Reggie and Willie are both wrapped in tinsel and garland, each topped with an elf and santa hat, respectively.

“It looks like you let a two year old loose at the north pole,” he says once he’s regained his composure.

“They kind of did,” Alex chimes in from behind him.

“Where IS Bex?” Luke asks again.

“Exploding Christmas wiped her out. She fell asleep,” Reggie explains as he works to detangle some beads.

“Ah! Explains the quiet.”

“Mhm,” Alex hums as he moves over to where Willie is, taking the newly fluffed branches and working to add them to the tree.

“Gonna help or stare?” Willie directs at Luke after a moment.

“Oh, I’m gonna stare. Y’all got yourself into this mess. I’m just here to enjoy it,” he flops onto the couch and props his feet onto the ottoman in front of him, exaggerating his movements obnoxiously. He’s in the middle of reclining back and putting his hands behind his head when he’s hit in the chest with a mass of shimmer.

“You’re going to help,” Reggie tells him, matter of fact. “Detangle those.”

Luke obliges, trying to find the end of the string of baubles that had been thrown at him. “Bex did all of this?!”

“No, they came out of the bin like this. I’m displeased with past me,” Reggie explains.

Luke hums in acknowledgement and continues his task.

“We’re listening to me when we pack shit up this year,” Alex states.

Willie groans, “ugh, but taking everything down and winding it up to be packed away is so tedious.”

“Future us will thank me,” Alex insists. “And you’re telling me that this,” he waves his arms around the space, “isn’t tedious?”

“Point, Alex,” Luke says and Willie responds by sticking their tongue out at him.

The four of them into their tasks, letting a comfortable silence surround them. Alex and Willie get the tree built and lit while Luke and Reggie successfully untangle everything that had needed it, building neat piles of decorations. They’re just able to start wrapping the tree with garland when they hear a small voice from behind the couch.

“Unca ‘Uke! Unca ‘Uke!”

Luke drops what he had been holding and turns to greet the toddler, crouching down to scoop her into his arms as she runs up to him, “hey, Peanut! You sure made a mess with your dads, didn’t you?”

She squeals as he spins her around. He settles her onto his hip and turns back toward the tree. Bex looks toward it and then back at Luke. “Why don’t we let Daddy, Papa, and Nomy do the boring stuff and then we can help hang the pretty things when they’re done?” He directs a questioning look his friends’ way for confirmation and they nod.

Bex excitedly agrees, pushing away from Luke so that he sets her down. She leads him to one of the bins that hadn’t already been emptied and digs into it, pulling out some of their other decor.

Luke offers a small chuckle, taking everything she hands him. “Yeah, we can put these out while we wait.” He trails behind her as she sets out the decorations throughout the apartment: singing animatronic snowmen wind up in the doorway to the kitchen, a dancing snowman is set just outside her bedroom, Luke guides her to place the doormat in the entry hall, and various bells are placed on the first doorknobs she encounters. When they return to the living room lootless, the others are almost done wrapping the tree.

“You know what we’re missing,” he directs to Bex.

“MUSIC!” she cheers and he laughs.

“Yeah, you know what’s up. Music! You gonna help?”

She nods vigorously, “I help!”

Luke digs through the various boxes until he finds what he’s looking for, their small record collection of Christmas music. He calls Bex over, not that she ever drifts far from his side when she’s around, and her eyes widen in excitement.

“I pick?”

Luke nods, “yeah, you pick. What should we listen to?”

Bex sifts through the records, as gently as she’s capable of considering her age, pulls out a bright purple album and hands it to Luke who can’t help but laugh.

“When did we get Cee Lo Green’s Christmas album?”

“Probably Willie,” Alex mutters.

“Yep! That was me,” Willie readily agrees, “I saw it at a thrift store last year and couldn’t not.”

“Sounds about right,” Luke laughs as he walks over to the record player, letting Bex lead him through the process and stepping in where she needs help. “We’ll get you rocking properly one day,” he tells her softly as he places the record on the turntable.

He was apparently still loud enough to be heard because Reggie coughs out a laugh of his own, “you have her trained on how to properly handle records and operate the record player, what more are you wanting from her?”

“Luke’s in charge of potty training, by the way,” Alex chimes in from the other side of the tree before muttering an addition, “the only person she’ll actually listen to.”

Willie and Reggie utter grunts of agreement, still battling their ongoing bitterness at her very obvious preference for the only one of them who was adamant he was not parent material.

“I’ll laugh my ass off if she grows up refusing to listen to what you like,” Willie directs back toward Luke.

Luke makes an affronted sound as he scoops Bex into his arms, “she would NEVER!”

She giggles at him as he tries to help form her hand into devil’s horns. “Rock and roll forever! Right, Peanut?”

“Ro’ ‘n roll!” she agrees heartily.

Alex sighs before moving them on, “we’re ready for you.”

“Hear that, Bex? We’re up!”

The five of them work through the various ornaments and candy canes, letting Bex place anything that isn’t fragile where she can reach and the others trying to counter balance her heavy hand through the rest of the tree. They fall into various song and dance breaks as Cee Lo Green plays in the background meaning that their task takes them significantly longer than it might otherwise but none of them mind. Their little family is just happy to have this time together.

When they’ve finally finished with the tree, Reggie crouches down to hand Bex the star. “This is a very important job, Munchkin. Can you handle it?”

Bex nods vigorously, taking the star from Reggie.

“OK, Daddy is gonna lift you up cuz he’s the tallest. You just have to put it on the very tippy top!”

Bex nods again. “Tippy top!” she confirms before running over to Alex who scoops her up and leans her toward the top of the tree. She gives placing the star her best effort but Alex has to help smush the branches together so it settles on nicely. Once they’re satisfied, he props her on his hip as he steps back, letting Willie plug it into the strand of lights.

“You ready? Alex asks Bex and she nods. Luke makes his way over to the switch for the overhead lights and Reggie takes his position at the outlet behind the tree. They are almost in sync as the room goes dark, only to be illuminated by the lights of the tree.

“Ooooohhh!” Bex coos as her eyes widen at the sight.

Willie and Reggie make their way over to where Alex and Bex are, crowding in on either side of them and Luke digs out his phone to take a picture.

Willie tugs on the hem of Alex’s sweater, pulling harder when they get his attention so that he leans down for a kiss.

Bex watches them intently, impatiently speaking up when they separate. “Kiss Bex!”

The adults laugh and they each pepper her face with kisses of their own until she’s squealing and pushing them away.

“Merry Christmas, family,” Reggie says wistfully as he takes everyone in.

“Merry Christmas, Reg,” the others echo back.

“Merry Chrismus, Papa!” Bex cheers, reaching out to him. He takes her from Alex and wraps her into a tight hug. It takes less than a moment for three additional pairs of arms to join the hug and they relish in the short moment of peace and togetherness they’ve allowed themselves.

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dynmghts · 3 months

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TRANSMISSION FROM @quirkthieves : ❛ the others are going to catch on if you keep sending me death stares. ❜ (the idea of monoma and bakugou fake dating for a mission or something is sending me) FAKE DATING , ACCEPTING .

needless to say - this was the last thing dynamight wanted to do.

it was obvious, was it not ? the contempt he held for his supposed partner has been clear as soon as they stepped through the doors of the venue, some of the women even idly gossiping between themselves ... [ because dynamight had come with a man ? why did he look so murderous toward his date ? ] ... and some of the men giving katsuki his space. there is a fostering belief that maybe something was said before they made it to the venue.

if the gossip goes on for too long, though, they're going to see right through it. damn. scratch doing this as the last thing he wants to do - the last thing katsuki actually wants to do is leave a blight on his record.

❛ could you at least act less like a fucking asshole ? ❜ katsuki snarls, barely at a whisper before he glares at some passers-by. not their target, not his interest. he waits a few beats to ensure they were out of earshot. ❛ maybe then i can stop glaring at you from across the damn room and we can get this shit done. ❜

loathe as he is to admit it, he needs monoma at his a-game. socialisation isn't exactly his strong suit.

not that he doesn't know how : katsuki is still able to retain some manners for the prim and proper event they're in, though one hand is in his pocket while the other holds onto a glass of juice he managed to snag. were he less ... himself, one could argue that he even looked handsome, enough to drag the people of this stupid event into talking to them. ❛ you being annoying's made people think something was said before we even fucking got here. if we don't look like we've sorted the damn problem, that's when they're gonna catch on. ❜

at least his reputation for being hot-headed has saved them ... this time.

#quirkthieves #💥 ⸍ ii. answers.#💥 ⸍ ii. in character.#💥 ⸍ ii. verse: pro hero dynamight.#/ his determination to finish the mission > contempt for m.onoma

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gracebethartacc · 4 months

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Does the transformation to a star also hurt Magnifico? Cause in the song he’s laughing but I don’t think a skeleton disintegrating would be very pleasant

Oh yeah for sure but he’s very much riding that “gettting loads of magic all at once” high, BUT hence why the burn line at the end becomes a yell like it hurts as well he’s just too focused on the magic part and being evil to really register it

#Fun fact I plan for a more final version to have the last verse actually be moved into being a reprise seeing as I switched it up that mag—#—isn’t absorbing the magic RIGHT away and now it’s gonna be more like a last attempt bc Asha and Aster are determined asf #Hence that doodle comic #So yeah idk when we will do the more updated version but probably way later but hopefully this makes sense #But also also i think it should be noted that aster loosing that magic probably hurt more than gaining it would #PLUS star has never felt pain before that point so it was worse because of that as well #(Hc like if you tried to punch star for example your hand would just go through like stardust)(I believe this was in the concept art !)#rewrite the stars au

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ghostinthelibrarywrites · 9 months

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Tag Game. Ot4 4 and heat bombard please 💞

I talked about Heat Bombard a little here.

OT4 4 is the sequel to Hanging Out With the Right People and 30 Days With the Bard. It's pre-Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer with a Jaskel focus and background Geraskier and Eskel/Geralt/Yennefer.

There isn't much of it yet, just an outline and a few short snippets, but here's the beginning:

For the third morning in a row, Eskel is awoken by a noise that could easily pass for the mating call of a royal archgriffin. “Melitele, Geralt, oh gods, your mouth—” “For fuck’s sake,” Yennefer grumbles, voice muffled. Eskel rolls over onto his back, glancing over to see his lover poking her head out from beneath her pile of blankets, looking adorably disgruntled. “In his defense, Geralt does have a damn good mouth.” In the next room, Jaskier lets out another cry. He might be good to take on a griffin hunt sometime. Yennefer rolls her eyes. “No one’s mouth is that good.” “Hey,” Eskel says mildly. “I didn’t do half-bad last night.” That earns him another eye roll, which he probably deserves. “If he gets any louder, the keep is going to fall down around our ears.” “Kaer Morhen’s survived several thousand years, a Conjunction, at least two sieges. I think it can handle a bard.” “Can it?” Yennefer slips her head back under the covers. “If the noise keeps up, I may need you to stab him.” “Stab him yourself.”

WIP Ask Game

#the witcher #geraskelfer #jaskel #ghost's writing #hanging out with the right people verse #eskel x geralt x jaskier x yennefer #I think I may be one of like 3 people who wants this ot4 to be a thing but I'm determined

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crystal-verse · 8 months

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OKAY this is out of nowhere But

So according to FFXIV wiki (console games wiki, as opposed to the fandom.com wiki), there are six g tribe miqo'te that we currently know exist: g'raha tia (main character introduced in Crystal Tower quests, beloved by many), g'wahneko (armourer's guild receptionist in Limsa), g'jusana (vendor of the books needed for ARR relics), g'nibnpha (maelstrom commander, sidequest in the fringes), g'zensta, and g'nanghal

Of these six miqo'te, I've found the least information about g'zensta or g'nanghal -- gamerscapes says they're affiliated with Limsa, but I've searched both Limsa Lower Decks and Limsa Upper Decks, as well as all cities or little towns in La Noscea, and have been unable to find either of them.

And so I turn to Tumblr, because I am desperately trying to find g'zensta and g'nanghal (who were apparently added in patch 2.1) in hopes of getting any bit of information on them. If you know these two NPCs, have an image of them, and/or can tell me where they can be found in-game, it would be greatly appreciated if you did so!

#bound with thread | original posts #letters in verse | talking #ffxiv #miqo'te #miqote #ffxiv miqo'te #i dont wanna spam tags but i am on a Quest here okay #i am DETERMINED to find these NPCs

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fabbyf1 · 1 year

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Happy Monday, Besties!!!!!

I feel hungover from last week. Three fics in a week, who the hell do I think I am?!?!?!

Anyway, now that I've cleared out my cursed WIP folder a little bit... it's time to get back into the warming verse! I'm not sure how long this installment will be, but I'm going to be working on it all week!

Some local Seattle lore for you: Mt. Rainier is not far from Seattle and is visible when the sky is clear. It's typically hidden behind clouds and fog (because... vampires). So whenever the mountain is out, it means it's going to be a good day. WELL, GUESS WHAT, BESTIES? SHE'S OUT AND PROUD TODAY. IT'S GOING TO BE A GOOD DAY.

DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND DO SOMETHING FUN TODAY. MISS RAINIER INSISTS ON IT.

ANYWAY.... in honor of slutty Rainier exposing herself to the world, I thought it would be a good day for a snippet of w4 :)

ENJOY.

“Look at me, baby,” Max urged quietly, drumming his fingers against Charles’ back.

Charles whined but sat up to meet his eyes.

Max smiled softly at him, his eyes flicking over his face.

“Kiss me,” Max whispered.

Charles didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss him. Max made a pleased noise, running one of his big hands up Charles’ spine and tangling his fingers into his hair. Charles whined, sliding his tongue along Max’s and deepening their kiss.

They kissed for another few moments before Max finally pulled away.

Charles looked down at his lips, pink and spit-slick, before looking into his eyes again.

“What are you thinking?” Max asked quietly, placing both hands on Charles’ hips and squeezing. Charles shrugged, and it made Max frown. “Come on, baby. You must be thinking something.”

“I-- I don’t know,” Charles said, his voice small and quiet. “I just wanted to sit with you. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Max said, smiling at him and running his fingers over his jaw. Charles leaned into the touch, pressing his lips against Max’s wrist. “I didn’t want you to be bored listening to me on the phone. That’s why I came in here. “

“I know,” Charles said because he did know that. Because Max was thoughtful and considerate like that. Max chuckled at him, reading him like an open fucking book. It made Charles squirm in a good way.

He liked that Max could usually tell what he was thinking.

“Pretty boy,” Max whispered, eyes still tracing Charles' features.

“Max,” Charles whined, shifting his hips in Max’s lap.

He was getting hard just from the way Max was looking at him. Which was ridiculous because Max had just made him come that morning. He had fucked him rough and hard, just how he liked it. He had come deep inside him and then gently pushed in Charles’ favorite plug to stop his come from leaking out.

Charles fucking loved when he did that for him.

#wip snippet #warming verse #im determined to have a good day today and am forcing my good vibes upon you #please take them and do something with it

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