#( wip ) evergreen lung

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missing her (evergreen lung)

[halfpintpeach]

WIP Wednesday - 8/23/23

Playing @kedreeva's game again this week! Thank you again to @jtl-fics for getting me kickstarted in it!

It's WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here's how it works:

• In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

• Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post.

• After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

• That's it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I'll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you're reading this, you're invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Here are my WIP Projects on offer for this week:

1. Rivalry Same Team

2. MerNeil

3. Older Raven Neil 4

4. Aurora Borealis

Snippet from Aurora Borealis:

Deep in the shadowed darkness of the trees, there’s a bright flash of light. Searing purple and blues are just barely detectable before it disappears. Neil slips into the largest of the mountainside caves, bag over his shoulder as he moves through their food stores. Small packs of hard meats and cheeses go into his bag alongside little cakes wrapped in cloth. There’s movement outside the cave bringing him to look over his shoulder. Shadows move along the wall, blocking the glow from the fire before the large black head of a dragon pokes its way inside. Golden eyes blink slowly, pupils adjusting to the darkness inside the cave. Andrew gives a huff before retreating back outside, thin lines of smoke curling from his nostrils. Neil rolls his eyes and replaces his bag over his shoulder.

Back outside a breeze picks up, sending sparks and embers from the fire curling up into the dark night sky. The scent of evergreens and the sharp bite of cold air fills his lungs. Andrew stands with his wings tucked tight against his body, tail flicking in obvious agitation as Neil moves around him and up to the ladder fixed to the mountainside. He climbs quickly, bag bumping against his side as he goes. Most of the caves don't have the easiest access points, they’re not built by human hands. The one Andrew claimed (and the one Neil finds himself in more often than not) when he first joined Wymack’s thunder was set above the others. A scattering of rocks falls to the ground below as Andrew hauls his way up the mountain. Deep gouges into the stone grow more numerous as Andrew’s claws sink in deep. The only reason Neil’s even going up to their cave is for a blanket. Thick and gray and woven by Abby over the past few weeks. With the blanket under his arm, Neil reaches a hand out towards Andrew who still clings to the rock just outside the mouth of their cave.

[bropunzeling]

For the wip meme, scent :D

(69 occurrences.... nice 😭🤘)

A mix of sweat and shower soap and the evergreen scent that Matthew already knows to be Leon’s floods his lungs, coating his tongue. His heart booms in his chest; his palms start to sweat. The soreness in his muscles that comes with a back-to-back is washed away, replaced by a familiar dull ache that permeates every inch of his body.

“Shit,” Matthew says, closing his eyes and swaying on his feet.

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Typewriter!

I figured I should make an information post about my typewriter, so here it is.

It's a Royal KMM, which were first manufactured in 1939. According to the National Museum of American History:

The Royal Typewriter Company manufactured this Royal Magic Margin typewriter around 1940. The typewriter’s patented Magic Margin design allowed the typist to set both the left and right hand margins with a simple push of a lever. With easy margin-switching, the Royal KMM could easily address envelopes, tabulate figures, and create tables.

The Royal Typewriter Company was founded in 1906 by Thomas Fortunes Ryan and Edward B. Hess, with Ryan providing the capital and Hess providing the inventiveness. Hess owned over 150 patents, many of which were assigned to the Royal Typewriter Company. Hess’s most noteworthy patents related to increasing the ease of typing, including an accelerating typebar, anti friction roller escapement, Magic Margins, and selective touch control.

I haven't figured out all of the functions (like how to set margins) yet, but I'm able to type on it.

It's a little different than typing on the computer, and takes a moment to get used to how hard you have to press the keys. To fix my mistakes, I went back over them in white-out, then re-wrote them in pen.

I was able to figure out a lot of the functions through old manuals, such as this or this. For example,

You can hit this long lever to go to the next line, and adjust your line spacing with a lever behind it.

The top lever in this picture is supposed to control the margins, then going down from that is the line spacing control, and a horizontal lever that you can press to move the carriage wherever you want.

This part on the back of the carriage controls the tabs. You can see that the first one is pressed in to bring me an inch in on the paper, and the second one brings me half an inch further, for indenting paragraphs.

Here's what it looks like under the lid. You can see the small levers with letters on the ends of them, which lift up and press into the ink ribbon to print on the paper. The ink ribbon has two sides—red and black—and I'm currently using the black side. It was a pain to install, since you have to press one of the keys halfway down so the part where the ribbon feeds into lifts up and you can slide the ribbon into it. I also kept messing up, and got ink all over my fingers lol.

The keyboard itself is similar to computer keyboard, but doesn't have all of the symbols. You might notice that the "1" is missing, and that's because you have to use the lowercase "L" to substitute. On the side of the typewriter is the touch control, which you can use to adjust how hard you have to press the keys.

This is what I actually typed, the opening scene to my wip Ignis. It's a fantasy horror book about a royal heir who has to reclaim her throne from a fire demon and the cult that worships it. You can read more about it on my pinned post. Here's a transcript of the passage:

Fire filled the castle and burst around the edges of it, tearing up through the bricks and out of the windows. The brilliant gold and red flames were stark against the charcoal-scarred structure as they crackled and snapped, ripping apart wood and blackening stone. They danced and darted with an almost sentient glee across the now skeletal castle, fueled by the vicious joy of destruction.

Plumes of suffocating black smoke clogged the once-blue sky, blocking out everything except the hazy red eye of the sun. The smoke filled the lungs of the girl who stood at the base of the hill, staring up at the destruction of her home, until her eyes filled with burning tears and she doubled over, coughing. The sight of the castle, like a jagged ribcage protruding from the ground, the heart of it set ablaze, felt like her own heart had been torn out and burned.

Her mother, the queen of the castle, and her father, they had been in there when the fire started, and she knew they remained as the building burned. She knew exactly what they would look like without having to see it; the image was seared into her mind by the great fire that destroyed her home and family.

As she turned her back to the burning castle, the flames became a bright afterimage in her eyes. She left her burning home behind.

The girl walked, and walked, and as she walked, the horror of the burning castle left her, and was replaced by an empty, surreal calm. She did not notice the sun pass over the smoke-covered sky and light up the horizon in an orange glow that that soon disappeared into night. She did not notice the landscape change around her, the tall evergreens fading away. She did not notice the dark figure that walked just behind her, matching her movements step for step.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my typewriter!

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��ominous forest setting go brrr🍃

me 🤝 @mp-golfin 🤝 @hexocombs “meet me in the woods” by lord huron as inspiration for our wips

[smartcookie727]

Until the Honeymoon

Hey guys! Let’s kick off lovefest with a bang ;) haha get it! Here is the bonus day prompt: Honeymoon. I didn’t feel like I could write their actual honeymoon, but I could write some wedding shenanigans. I hope you all enjoy. This is very NSFW, and so will all of my other lovefest prompts. Ya girl isn’t pulling any punches with the smut. I am still hosting my WIP game for the rest of the prompts :) As always, I love hearing from yall about what you think! It helps me understand what works well when I write. I hope you have a cold drink waiting, cause, friends, you’re gonna need it ;)

Pairing: Gajevy

Prompt: Honeymoon

Length: 4k

Until the Honeymoon

His hand was warm on her back above the lining of her dress, save for a thin band of metal across his finger. He pulled her closer as they danced, swaying to the music. Rocking back and forth slowly, he gazed at her, enamored woman in his arms. Tilting his jaw down, he nuzzled his nose into the top of her blue hair, breathing in her scent.

His voice was so quiet only she could hear, “I love you, Lev.”

She smiled, cheeks warm, “I love you too, Gajeel.”

Gajeel spun Levy around. He crossed her arms over her stomach and into a hammerlock, slowly dancing behind her. Their fingers intertwined by her waist, held together in a warm embrace. Gajeel moved closer, to place his chin on her shoulder, when Levy’s ass grazed his thigh. Pain from his tightening pants reminded Gajeel of just how long it had been since they’d laid together. The way she moved her hips to the music drew him to a deep carnal place within himself, and Gajeel released her hands, moving his own down her hips.

Levy barely noticed. His hands against her were so comfortable and familiar. Hollers surged from the crowd, and she remembered where she was: at her wedding, with the entire guild watching them dance under the spotlight. Levy spun on her heel just as his hands ghosted over her ass.

“Gajeel, people are watching us. You can’t do that right now,” she whispered, grabbing his hands in her own and dancing further away. Her reluctance only made the hunt feel more real, and he wanted her even more.

“Levy,” Gajeel’s voice was thick with lust, “you’re so damn hot in that dress with my ring around your finger.” Arms crept around her waist and pulled her flush against his chest. His thumb rubbed her wedding ring. “I just wanna touch my wife. Is that so bad?”

Levy giggled. Gajeel was clearly working himself up. She glanced at the ring he’d crafted specially for their vows. It meant everything to her, and her heart wasn’t the only thing that swelled. “No, but you’ll get to touch her on the honeymoon.”

Gajeel ran a hand over her hair and fingered one of the purple flowers woven into the design. She nearly purred when he rubbed the back of her head. He worked his other hand discreetly down her figure, brushing her breast before settling on her hip with a slight squeeze. “I don’t think I can wait that long. Don’t you wanna touch me too?” he whined.

Hiding her blush against in the folds of his suit, Levy chided, “Of course, silly, but I can keep it in my pants while we’re in public.”

“Oh, really?” A flash of excitement sparked in Gajeel’s eyes. The hunt was on. His voice became deep and seductive. “What am I supposed to do when all I want right now is to suck your neck?” Levy’s face grew hot. “What should I do when my wife dances in that beautiful wedding dress, moving her hips, teasing me with her exposed back, just begging me to toss her on a table and take her?” He drew out his words like syrup, sticky and sweet. “You won’t spend much more time in that dress if I have my way.” Gajeel snapped the back of the dress against her skin, eliciting a muffled moan. “I want to get my face between your legs and make you scream, Mrs. Redfox.” Levy shivered against him. “You like that? Do you like it when I tell you what I’m gonna do to you?”

Levy nodded.

“Good,” he growled. The more they danced the more he painted a very dirty picture. Levy felt heat building inside her; Gajeel’s words electrified her skin. “I’m gonna roll your nipples between my teeth, flicking and blowing air across their tips. You’re gonna be so hard, and as you’re moaning and bouncing off my cock I’ll lick the sweat from under those perfect, soft breasts of yours.” His words sent Levy’s mind reeling. “I’m gonna put you on your back and make your toes curl with my tongue. I know you love my tounge. Then I’m gonna run my fingers against that spot that makes you moan, the deep one that nearly knocks the air from your lungs, and you’ll beg me not to stop.” Need burned in Levy’s stomach, a deep carnal need that could only be satisfied by Gajeel. And she knew her need would only grow until he was buried inside her and they were both hot, sweaty, and satisfied.   

Levy found herself lingering against him as they moved, her hips pressed into his, hungry for contact. With every lift, spin, and touch Levy felt herself falling into his words. He painted a fiery scene of bodies grinding together, kisses on sensitive skin, and the promise of being one, tired and blissful. All she had to do was say yes. But they were still on the dance floor. Levy enjoyed the thrill of nearly being caught, but no one needed to see them going at it like bunnies in the middle of their reception.

“Are you getting wet, Mrs. Redfox?” Gajeel purred. He nipped at her earlobe. “I know you are,” he growled, “I can smell you.”

Levy’s heart skipped, and she clumsily spun to face him. Her cheeks were as red as his eyes. Gajeel pulled her until there was barely an inch between them and continued to dance. After a few breaths, Levy calmed herself and noticed a bulge pressing against her stomach. Unmistakable, she looked up at Gajeel and smirked.

“You’re just barely keeping yourself contained, aren’t you Mr. Redfox.” she teased, tossing her hips to the music just a little more than necessary.

“That’s why I’m keeping ya in front of me, Shrimp,” he grunted. Gajeel wrapped his arms around the small of her back and kissed her. Levy let one hand quickly brush against his pants; he was rock hard under the fabric. Gajeel tried to smile, but his jaw was tight as he suppressed every instinct he had for the sake of their dignities. The music began to fade. Gajeel grabbed her hips, lifting Levy into the air and lowering her flush against him before tossing her legs so she was cradled in his arms. He brought them together for one final kiss just as the last notes left the guitar. The room exploded into cheers and whistles. Gajeel knelt on one knee, allowing Levy to place her feet on the floor.

“A wonderful first dance for the happy couple!” Cana yelled into the microphone. “Everybody drink!” The room grew even louder as beer mugs slammed onto tables.

Gajeel placed a hand on Levy’s shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Meet me in the back. I don’t think anyone is waiting for the honeymoon.” He stepped back into the shadows as a line of Levy’s friends came to pepper her with congratulations. Girls gushed and teased, but Levy’s mind was focused on Gajeel’s words from their dance. A voice crackled on the microphone, announcing the bouquet toss, and Levy took her spot on the stage. Women surrounded her in a hungry crowd, eager to claim the prize. Levy tossed the bouquet as hard as she could and turned, scanning the room for Gajeel. He was gone. Silently, she thanked the guild’s rowdiness as a fight broke out between Evergreen and Erza for the bouquet, allowing her a moment to slip away.

Levy ventured to the back of the venue, passing the kitchen and laundry room. She called out for Gajeel softly, but he was nowhere she looked. The red curtain that marked the large room they’d set aside for coats and gifts shifted in the corner of Levy’s vision. Her interest piqued. Peering inside, she felt a harsh tug on her wrist and a mouth crashing down on her own. Levy let herself fall into the kiss, cool metal studs familiar against her lips. Gajeel pulled her close. His hands ran all over her skin, desperate for her touch. His kisses were fierce and hungry. Gajeel’s fingers made her whimper and moan as he teased her over her dress. Levy didn’t realize her hands were over his body as much his were on hers until they broke for air. Gajeel’s shirt had been wrenched from his pants and unbuttoned halfway, his white jacket discarded on the floor.

“What took you so long?” Gajeel asked her huskily between kisses. “I was about to come find you and carry you back here over my shoulder.” His hands played with the top of her dress, gently coaxing her breasts free.

“Nothing important. Tossed some flowers,” Levy sighed, pleased with the way his fingers rolled across her nipples.

Gajeel ground her against his leg; both of them moaned as softly as they could with the increased friction. “God, Levy, I need you,” Gajeel whined, hiking her up higher. Levy felt his erection, thick and strong, brush against her panties, and her restraint crumbled.

“I’m surprised we even made it through the ceremony,” she joked in between gasps.

That made Gajeel laugh, and he slowed, looking at her longingly. “Levy, let me have you.” he asked quietly. She smiled back at him, nodding, and the last shred of Gajeel’s self-control burned to ash in his desire.

His hands moved below her dress, caressing her stomach then dipping under the fabric of her underwear. He felt up and down her slit. Levy’s wetness stuck to him, urging him not to pull away.

“Shit, Lev, you’re so goddamn wet. Damn, you want me to fuck you so much, don’t you?” Levy popped her ass out, encouraging him to venture further. “Yes, dear.” He tried to poke fun at her impatience, but his eyes filled with the need to satisfy his mate. “You don’t have to ask me again.” Gajeel ran his hand over her ass, just feeling her, then dropped to his knees.

Levy’s core throbbed with anticipation; she’d been teased more than enough to be ready for him. She widened her stance as he backed her against the wall. Gajeel dipped his head under her dress. He kissed and licked his way up her legs. Levy quaked each time he nipped at her skin. He knew she had no idea where he would strike next, and her body was on high alert.

Gajeel grabbed her lacy garter belt with his teeth and pulled it down her leg. Levy shuddered at the sensation of his canines grazing her skin. He slipped it off her leg and tossed it across the room. Gajeel worked his lips back up her leg and sucked the skin where her garter belt had rested. He ran his tongue over the grooves and designs left there by the tension.

When he was finished teasing her thigh, Gajeel made his way higher. He let his face rub against her underwear as he peppered kisses just above the line where it rested, tight against her skin. He dropped back down. Gajeel let out a deep exhale when he got to her crotch. His hot breath further roused her core. Gajeel took her soaked panties with his teeth and flicked his tongue out to graze her clit. Slowly, he pulled them down, allowing Levy’s sensitive folds to savor every sensation of the fabric as it clung to her.

Gajeel grabbed her lower lips with his, rolling her clit between his teeth. His pride swelled nearly as much as his dick when she cried out his name. Levy’s knees buckled; he had anticipated the response and caught her as she fell. Gajeel pressed her into the wall. He revelled in the taste of her juices, knowing his cock would soon be coated and satisfying his wife in a way only he could. Levy’s walls shuddered against his touch. He’d done quite a number on her while they were dancing, and though his lips sent electricity through her veins, she wanted to be filled with him. She wanted the sensation of her husband in and around her, consuming her as they both bit back screams of pleasure. She needed him to cut his teasing short.

Levy grabbed Gajeel by the hair and pulled him to meet her lips. He knelt there stunned as he realized what she wanted. Levy’s kisses pulled him from his surprise, and his passion surged. He pressed them both into the wall with just his chest. He let his hands roam over her dress once more before fumbling with his belt. Gajeel lowered his pants, and Levy bent down to grab his head with her lips. She was so wet she was practically dripping on the floor, but he was not, and he needed some lubrication if things were to go smoothly. Gajeel groaned as she ran her tongue up and down his length. It was fun to take the wheel and make him moan too. Levy quickened her pace, her head bobbing faster and faster, and Gajeel’s vision exploded into stars. He cursed through his teeth as his cock throbbed from the pleasure.

“I can’t wait to fuck you so hard on our honeymoon,” he gasped as she twirled her tongue around him. “You’ll barely be able to walk, but I’ll carry you anywhere you want.” Gajeel knew he couldn’t go so hard that she couldn’t walk out of the coat room; the guild would definitely notice that, even if they were currently drunk off their asses.

“I want that too.” Levy replied, her lips popped as she released him. She pumped him a few more times with her hand until she was satisfied with her work. Gajeel’s head had lolled to the side under her touch, but it jerked back forward when she removed her fingers, a disappointed moan following close behind. Levy let her hands slowly trail over his legs as she stood to meet him; they were thick and muscular. Delicious thoughts about what those legs could do filled her thoughts, but she paused, realizing they were more toned than she remembered. “Have you been doing more squats? Your legs feel different somehow.” That earned her a deep laugh from Gajeel.

“Well I gotta make sure I’ve got the strength to keep my wife pleased on our weeklong honeymoon, especially if I’m gonna carry ya.” He flashed her a grin. “She likes things surprisingly rough and dirty.” Levy blushed, but did not deny it. Gajeel suddenly lifted her by her thighs and positioned himself against her core. Levy wrapped her arms around his neck, and he lowered her onto his throbbing cock. Gajeel slipped into her more quickly than either had anticipated, thanks to their intense teasing, and both groaned, excited to finally be together. Levy arched hard into him as Gajeel pressed her into the wall, careful to keep her stable. She dug her nails into his back as she adjusted to his length. After a moment of deep breathing, Levy’s grip loosened and she sighed, ready for more. “I must be a lucky man to have found someone who likes things just as rough as I do,” he panted as he began to thrust into her, surprised by just how deep he could go.

“Damn right you are.” Levy gasped, curling around him so he could move her hips faster. “I’m glad I found a man who can keep up with me.” Gajeel had to stifle a roar as he pumped her harder. He was dizzy with lust and would soon be close to his climax. He needed more purchase to move and dropped to his knees. Levy’s back hit the floor and Gajeel was on top of her; his thrusts were frenzied as he kissed her face and neck, admiring her flushed skin, her breasts jiggling, knocked out of her dress long ago. Levy wrapped her legs around his waist, angling herself up just a bit and he slid further inside her. The sensation nearly stopped his heart, and Gajeel cursed as his orgasm overtook him suddenly. He hadn’t made her come yet. Levy cooed and kissed, petting his head as she worked him down from the surprise. She could tell by his expression that he was conflicted; Gajeel took pride in her orgasms, but Levy hadn’t been going long enough this time to be done yet. She filed the position she’d angled her hips at away for future use; she loved knowing the little moves she could do that would drive him insane, and that one had definitely done the job.

When Gajeel regained his breath, he fingered her clit, determined to make her come. He began to build her up slowly, the way he knew she liked it, until his ears pricked and the color immediately drained from his face. He could hear someone calling down the hall, looking for Levy. Gajeel cursed and picked up the pace with his fingers. Anger spread across his face and coupled with the intense motion, Levy could tell that something was wrong. She stilled his hand with her own and sat up so she could look him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, Gajeel?” she asked softly.

He turned his face down. “I’m sorry Lev. I came so fast and didn’t get to finish ya and—”

“Just tell me.” She kissed his forehead and rubbed the back of his neck; it was a tried and true method she knew would calm him down. Gajeel sighed in defeat.

“Someone’s coming to look for ya,” he grumbled, “and I haven’t made ya feel amazing yet.”

Levy bumped her head against his gently, catching him off guard. “Don’t be silly. We’ve been back here a while. Someone was bound to come looking for us soon.”

Gajeel nodded. “I know. I just really love making you moan. I don’t want to leave you…unfinished.”

Levy smiled at him and giggled. “Trust me. I don’t want to either, but it sounds like we don’t have much of a choice. We don’t need to be caught with our pants down at our own wedding.” She could now hear footsteps searching around the halls. Gajeel let out the most pitiful whine he’d ever given her and watched her with longing eyes. The voice calling for Levy grew fainter. “Fine,” she conceded, “but you have to stop if they come back.”

Gajeel sprang back into action. He pulled out every trick he knew, rolling her clit with his lips, running his fingers down her walls, and flicking her nipples. If he concentrated and kept an ear on the unknown person, he was sure he could get her close. Intense passion burned through Levy’s veins as Gajeel laid siege to every sensitive spot on her body. Levy arched her back hard as he ran her towards the edge of her climax, not used to being stimulated so much all at once.

“Levy! We need you! Where are you?” a voice called. Whoever was looking for her was close. Gajeel cursed under his breath and instinctively clenched his teeth. The pressure he accidentally put on her clit shot her forwards but did not tip her into ecstasy. Gajeel knew he had to stop. He pulled away from her throbbing core and Levy whimpered. She was so close. Damn being caught, damn whoever didn’t take the goddamn hint that she needed to be alone with her husband; she wanted release.

Gajeel rose and pulled Levy to her feet. Her eyes pleaded him to go back, but he knew she would be mortified if they got caught, so he swallowed the lump in his throat. Her hands ran over him, begging as much as her eyes, but he placed them back against her.

“They’ll be here soon,” he whispered. Gajeel grabbed the underwear that lay around her ankles and pulled them back into place. “Don’t worry Lev,” he squeezed her ass playfully, eliciting a moan, “we’re not done here.” He smoothed her dress, and Levy snapped out of her stupor. “But it’ll probably have to wait until the party is over.”

Levy sighed in agreement and began to fix her hair. Gajeel righted his clothes and moved to hug her from behind, playfully nipping her ear. “Just image how wet you’re gonna be, Lev.” He couldn’t help his hand that reached under her dress for her core again, teasing the time they had left. “You’re gonna be begging me to jump you.” His fingers found her pearl and rolled it softly. “You’re mine, Levy, forever.” She melted back into him. “You’re my treasure, and I treat my treasure well.” He gave her one last squeeze, and she whimpered, shuddering under his touch. “Now go out there and don’t get caught. I’ll find you soon.” Gajeel’s words had barely reached her ears when he pushed her out of the curtain, straight into Lucy.

“Levy!” Lucy squeaked as she nearly toppled over. “Where have you been?”

“I needed some, uhh, lip gloss from my purse,” Levy murmured, “I have to stay pretty all—”

“Pretty. Right! We have to go. It’s time for the garter toss!” Lucy grabbed her hand and quickly dragged Levy, stumbling over her own feet, back to the ballroom.

Levy composed herself as she stepped onto the dance floor, smiling for all her friends. She made her way to the center and sat in the white chair waiting for her.

Cana’s voice rang over the microphone, “And our bride is ready! It’s time to toss the garter belt. Single men, and any woman willing, gather on the floor as we wait for our groom.”

Jet and Droy ran through the ballroom’s side doors with Gajeel in tow, triumphant smiles lighting up their faces. “We found him!” Jet shouted, “he was eating silverware in the kitchen.”

Levy giggled at the thought. Gajeel had done a nice job of not actually being caught. He was even munching on a fork as they tossed him onto the dance floor.

“Alright, loverboy!” Cana joked. “Go grab that garter from your wife and toss it to the dogs!” She jumped off stage and ran into the pack of men, excited to test her luck.

Gajeel blushed as he walked toward Levy and knelt next to her. They smiled at each other for a tender moment, then Levy crossed one leg over the other, exposing some of her thigh. Gajeel pulled back the dress slowly and his hand grazed a band of grooves but no lacy, white belt. He blinked, confused, and then cursed. Gajeel’s mind surged with the memory of his teeth grazing her skin, pulling that lacy garter down her leg, Levy moaning for contact, and him tossing it into the corner of the room. His hand stopped, and Levy peered at him quizzically. His eyes were wide as they met hers, and Levy suddenly understood.

She forgot to put the garter belt back on.

They stared at each other for a breath, eyes locked in panic, when Gajeel suddenly dropped her dress and threw her over his shoulder. The crowd shouted their disapproval as Gajeel carried Levy off the floor. With his back turned to the group of gathered men he yelled, “Sorry, pervs! Dragons don’t share.” There was an uproar of booing, but he placed Levy into a chair next to Lucy. Gajeel kissed Levy for a long minute and plucked a flower from her hair. He walked on stage and tossed the flower to the crowd. “Fight over this! It’s time for my solo performance.” Gajeel practically skipped into the wings as groans and shouts rose from the rest of the guild. He returned with his favorite white guitar and approached the microphone. “This one’s for my wife.”

Levy beamed back at her husband as he began to play.

[miobambiino]

WIP for musicalluna pt3

(Eventually I’ll get the hang of coding html on tumblr but for now there’s this) for @musicalluna

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When Tony woke, it wasn’t light like he was expecting. They had all been ridiculously tired and hurt - Tony assumed the only chance of it still being dark when he woke up was if he slept until the next evening, which it definitely was not. No way would the others have let him sleep that long, they enjoy distrusting his sleep far too much. The moonlight made the snow outside glow softly, subtly illuminating parts of the cabin. Tony shifted to sit up slightly, careful not to press on his new stitches thanks to Steve. For a guy with large hands, Steve had a remarkable skill for detail, probably because of all the time he spent sketching privately. Tony plucked himself out of Steve’s grip, who apparently locked his arms around his waist in his sleep. Steve’d never do that consciously, surely (right?). Looking down fondly at the blonde, the hairs on the back of Tony’s neck stood up suddenly, sending chill down his spine - not a pleasant one, either. Glancing around the room, Tony took a sudden intake of breath when he noticed Barnes had silently gotten up too, looking alarmingly alert for such an ungodly hour in the morning. Barnes’ mouth was set in a thin line, barely making a sound as he breathed. He’s listening for something, Tony realised, when a noise outside drew his attention towards to door. He almost didn’t hear it, but a rustle of movement beside him and Nat was now wide awake too. Something wasn’t right then. Soundlessly, the three of them got up and crept across the floor of the cabin, Bucky nudging Steve awake as he did so, bringing a finger to his lips when Steve eyed him curiously and was about to speak up. Steve clearly sensed something was wrong too, and joined Natasha in looking carefully out the window through the drapes, riddled with holes and frayed at the tips. Tony felt his heart beating in his mouth, and swallowed down the stir of dread pooling in his gut. Pulling on boots and coats, the four of them regarded each other before Steve spoke in a hushed tone to them, “I say three of us check the area, and someone stays behind to keep watch if the others.” Clint, Sam, and Rhodey were all fast asleep, oblivious to the tension around them, deeply sedated on the pain meds they managed to scramble together from the wreckage earlier. Tony noticed the other three looking at him expectantly, and he huffed an air of annoyance. Of course, because he was without his suit he should be the one to stay behind, because without it, he’s as good as a civilian. Steve read as much on Tony’s scowl, and sighed gently. “Stark- Tony, it’s not that you aren’t capable-” “But I’m not as capable as you, got it.” Steve didn’t look pleased by this, but ignored the comment in leu of the current situation. Like the fact they’ve probably been found by hydra, who’s forces are currently trying to ambush them. Sounds about right, Tony mused. Nat, Barnes, and Steve took a final once-over of the scene from the window and filed outside, gens turning signals to each other as they went. Steve head out first, making a gesture behind himself a few yards from the cabin. With his left arm, he raised his forearm up, making an ‘o’ shape with his hand. hurry up Before they’d slunk out the door, they’d grabbed their handguns fixed with silencers. Nat and Barnes followed up behind Cap in a wedge formation, keeping enough distance between each other to get a good scope of the area around them. Tony craned his neck out the door as much as he could until all three were out of sight. The trees were much denser in this area which made the threat of an ambush much more likely. Ten minutes past and Tony still hadn’t seen or heard from the others. Rhodey had woken up, not nearly on as main pain meds as Sam and Clint, and had a pistol in hand from his spot on the sofa. Tony cursed whatever hydra goon had set off the EMP immobilising the suit. He and Rhodey had had to abandon most of their armours, not having enough time to get it back into working order. They’d made sure to blow it up first of course before retreating back to the jet. Tony had kept his gauntlets on, and the reactor of course, and was currently in the process of trying to boot them back up. Without the reactor at full capacity though, it was a long and tedious process. Another 10 minutes passed (well, actually 8 minutes, 37 seconds, 38, 39…) and Tony heard the muffled sound of a gunshot spit through the silence on the night air. Looking back at Rhodey for a moment, Tony thought fuck it, they probably could do with some help, and made a dash for it out of the door, into the cold biting air outside. Clicking the door shut behind him, Tony scurried to the nearest evergreen to get some kind of shelter while he surveyed the area. His breath frosted in front of his nose, and be took a moment to control his breathing before heading in the last direction he saw the others go. Following in that direction, Tony regarded the bootprints left in the snow. Hydra issue combat boots had a distinction tread mark, and Tony followed them cautiously. As far as the hydra agents knew, only three Avengers we’re currently out on the scene. Hearing the crunch of snow underfoot a few feet ahead, Tony poked out from behind a large oak tree, adjusting the silencer into his gun, and picked off two hydra goons in two practised shots. Venturing out and searching the agents of anything useful, Tony heard a commotion a few yards ahead. Setting off in a sprint, Tony came to the edge of a clearing, throwing himself onto the ground before a steep drop into the clearing. Steve was there, wrestling three agents off his back. One agent deliver a swift jab to his gut, only slightly making Steve double over, before he delivered a far more devastating uppercut to the hydra goon’s chin, knocking him out cold. Steve then grappled with the agent over his back, trying to crush his windpipe with the rifle he was carrying. Steve got a grip on the rifle and tossed his attacker over his shoulders, where the guy landed in a graceless pile at Steve’s feet. Scrambling for a handgun, the agent was cut short with a swift step to the neck from Steve. The crack of bone breaking reverberated through the trees, and the third agent panicked momentarily before Steve shot him between the eyes in one graceful movement. Steve was panting, shoulders heaving with adrenaline and fists clenching and unclenching as he caught his breathe. Tony kicked himself internally for not coming out sooner, since they clearly had needed the extra support. Steve was tired, which said a hell of a fucking lot about the current mess they were in. Tony was about to make his presence know to Steve when a spot of light caught his eye from amongst the trees a few yards behind Steve, who was busy kneeling down beside the agents, searching them for anything useful. A figure stepped out the shadows, raising a large looking blade into an offensive position. Tony swallowed hard, then set his face determinedly, raising his own gun directed at the agent. Tony didn’t want to risk yelling at Steve to warn him, since the agents reaction would be too unpredictable. Too many variables he is not willing to test. Once in range, Tony focuses the barrel of the gun on the mark and pulled the trigger. Click Wait, no. No, no, no, no, Click Click Click The chamber was empty. Grunting in frustration and feeling the sudden build up of panic and dread, Tony did the only rational thing he could think of, and lunged. Steve spun around at the commotion, gun raised, before lowering it when he saw Tony. Tony was leapt down from a hight like a bat out of hell and sent himself and - and a hydra agent (how did he miss that, damn it?) skidding across the clearing. The agent rolled Tony over onto his back and swung a meaty just at Tony’s nose, grinning when it crunched under the impact. Tony kneed the guy in the groin, turning them both over again and began beating the agent again and again and again until he saw blood. Steve stood frozen for a few precious moments before running forward - and gracelessly slipping on ice. His body landed with a ear-splitting crack on the ground, and for a moment everything stopped. Tony had paused, fist frozen mid-air, and the agent’s eyes were blown wide and startled. Steve only had a moment to realise what was happening; the deep echoing crack underneath them, and a split in the ice coming from under his body, headed like a bold of electricity towards the fight I front of him. Steve didn’t dare breathe. Another large and ominous sound echoed underneath Tony and the agent, before Tony’s eyes met his, panicked and wide, and Steve barely had a moment to call for Tony’s name before the ice gave way and the two men out on the ice went crashing though the surface into the freezing cold mercy depths below. “Tony!” -

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opened the evergreen lung doc and

i have no memory of this. where was i going with this.

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and again! i wanted to do one for evergreen lung because it's my one wip with more than 3 chapter titles lmao. if i make more of these look away

[ transcripts below! ]

Show Summary: Ezra Borja returns home after waking up in the local forest to find a significant amount of time has passed and everyone believed her to be dead.

Episode One - Creation Act: Ezra Borja wakes up in the local forest with no recollection of why or how, and she returns home to find she's been gone... a while.

Episode Two - Pressed Flowers: Ezra visits her best friend Raquel Hernández as step one on getting things back in order... but things aren't so simple.

Episode Three - Dead Heading: A look into the past and what Ezra's life was like before disappearing in the forest.

Episode Four - Nothing Beautiful: Ezra spends the day with her parents, trying to get a routine back.

Episode Five - Blink Twice: An old classmate hosts a Halloween party Ezra decides to attend to reconnect.

Playing Episode: [BIRD SONG], [EZRA] I'm not dead!

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happy aro awareness week 💚🤍🖤

sharing this excerpt of evergreen lung again because i decided to reread my draft and almost cried like 3 times

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new canon event in my life means i have to do a small modification to evergreen lung

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first line tag.

tagged by @memento-morri-writes !

opening line of evergreen lung: a buzzard tried to pick at my skin, thought i was dead.

opening line of haze dogs: connor hidalgo mejía, that was your name. you were going to die tomorrow.

last line tag.

tagged by @subtlefires !

what i last wrote for evergreen lung: they had taken my paintings too, i had seen the sparrows eating fruit guache study mounted in the living room.

what i last wrote for haze dogs: you were dislikeable without shame, with abandon, raw like red meat and just as an acquired taste.

these are two different tag games so you are free to do one or the other or both! @saltwaterbells @onomatopiya @phantomnations @macywrites @moonssugar @coffeeandcalligraphy @teddywriting and anyone else who'd like to do this, i'm blanking on usernames rn

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i think the problem is i keep trying to do the ya urban magic thing of gasp! magic is real! let us hold your hand and walk you through it! when my stories work best when the magic just is and exists within the enviroment no i am not explaining you just have to take it as fact that there's ghosts and angels and other things that might want to eat you. have fun. magical realism in my dna i cannot write anyway else

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'twas fun while it lasted 🫡 (officially giving up on camp nano lmao)

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you know how hard it is to look for 70s-80s song with a nature theme to put in ezra's playlist

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sometimes you gotta write the most hard-hitting aroace sentences for your book and move on