#emry wip Wednesday

[emry-stars-art]

“He slid off his glove and offered his hand” oh my god yessssssssss mr darcy behaviour let’s gooooooo let’s touch them hands together boys let’s do it

maybe then Andrew will forget about heights and focus on his (future *wink wink*) eternal love, love of his life, soulmate, one true pair, confidante, friend, companion, heart’s desire, sweetheart, twin flame, mirror soul

his Abram

(I was giggling and swinging my feet while reading that part- they are so sweet your honour)

(Kinda wish you could have seen the little dance I did reading this ask lmaooo DARCY BEHAVIOR ABSOLUTELY. the boys get to hold handsss 😂 lets do it!) ⤵️

8 nov 2023 ww game

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

The prince simply watched for a moment. The longer he was silent, the more worried Nathaniel became; maybe Day had been wrong. Maybe Nathaniel’s hands would once again be the exception, and he shouldn’t expose the prince to his scars at all.

But just before Nathaniel could take his hand back, the prince took it. He all but crushed Nathaniel’s hand in his grip as he swung his leg over and slid the considerable distance to the ground.

Safely on his feet, the prince didn’t let go. He ignored his horse’s stable hand in favor of lifting Nathaniel’s hand, turning it in his hold to see the back of it. All the worst scars, from the little burns to the small knife cuts, or other signs of the genuine accidents of living a human life. The larger ones carved into his skin. The long cut over the back of Nathaniel’s fingers in a neat line from when his father had once threatened to cut them off. All were healed, of course. But still obvious.

The prince ran his thumb thoughtfully over the last one, then barely spared Nathaniel a glance before dropping his hand and going to join the rest, who’d begun the walk back to the castle. Nathaniel stood dumbfounded, until a passing horse jostled him and he pulled his glove back on quickly as he followed.

[thornilee013]

Also Etienne because I wanna know more about Andrew's Emotional Support dog's friend.

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One minute, Jean had been given at least a dozen plush toys for Etienne to play with, and the next he'd watched her place them all along the edges of her bed and lay on top of them. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation, other than that she seemed to enjoy the toys. She simply didn't enjoy them like a typical dog would. 

It all started when he got a stuffed elephant from Camille and Amélie. Etienne had carried it everywhere with her for a month, including on walks, and was sure to show it off to everyone who went by.

“Where’s Albert?” Jean asked her, and without fail, Etienne dropped Albert the stuffed Elephant into his open palm. Time, and dog slobber, had not been kind to the poor elephant, and many parts of his motley body were the result of patchwork Jean had done to keep the elephant whole. 

MASTERPOST

BONUS: I commissioned @emry-stars-art for a glimpse into Jean's life with Etienne!

(THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN, @emry-stars-art !!!!!!!!)

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

WIP Wednesday

Arthur had spent all morning looking for Merlin, only to find out he’d spent all day in the tavern.

Apparently.

Gwaine, who had shown up to training drunk, said Merlin hadn’t been to the tavern in months. And so he had no idea where his wayward servant was, but training had been exhausting and Arthur was about ready to collapse into a bath.

As he got to his chambers, he didn’t expect to hear George, panicking. The man wasn’t supposed to have reactions to anything, whatever was making him raise his voice had to be bad. Arthur pressed himself close to the door and listened for the threat.

“There is a knife in your leg!” George cried, there were pacing footsteps and an ill sounding groan, then Merlin’s voice sounding completely calm if not a little pained.

“It’s not your leg, and I know for a fact it’s not your knife.”

The footsteps stopped, “what does that mean?”

“It means,” Merlin huffed, “it’s not your business so stay out of it. Hand me the honey?”

An astonished gasp from George. “You can’t be considering treating- oh dear lord, that’s a lot of blood!” The servant sounded distinctly ill.

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I hate this, but I’m sleep deprived and have *looks at the 61 drafts* nothing else to post.

[jtl-fics]

Here’s the thing, it’s gunna make me cry tears eventually but I don’t care. Gimme all the tbd and angst you have.

10/9/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | TBD AU

“Neil,” Andrew interrupts Neil as he was in the middle of talking about the Wolves’ opponent tomorrow night.

Neil looks at him, smiling at him so easily, “Yeah?”

“I like you.” Andrew gets straight to the point. He has almost perfect faith that Neil will misunderstand him, that he’ll be spending the next 10 minutes wrapping Neil Josten’s head around the idea that Andrew likes him in a way that isn’t strictly friendship.

“No, you can’t.”

Andrew blinks and in the moments he had let his mind wander Neil had transformed across the table in a way that knocked the wind out of him.

Neil looks like Andrew had just slapped him. Like Andrew had just told him that Exy was canceled forever. Like Andrew had just stabbed Neil in the heart instead of Andrew offering his own for Neil to accept or decline.

“I do.” Andrew sets his glass down on the table looking at Neil who looks exactly the same as he had almost a decade prior. Like he needs to run and get out and away from Andrew at the nearest opportunity.

He watches the metaphorical calculus from earlier in the week start to circle Neil’s head, but unlike earlier in the week Andrew does not come out on top. He watches as Neil forces himself to calm down and watches as something far less panicked and far…sadder falls across him.

“I’m sorry Andrew, I can’t accept your feelings.” Neil apologizes and Andrew feels his stomach twist.

“Alright.” Andrew accepts.

[honestlydarkprincess]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged yesterday and today by: @eddiebabygirldiaz, @wildlife4life, @queerdiazs, @devirnis, @shipperqueen6

so i haven't been writing much because i've been in an art frenzy but here, have some of the reluctant roommates merthur fic!

“Jeez, Merlin, why are you in such a bad mood today?”

“Because! I have to finish this assignment and my head fucking hurts and I don’t need to deal with you right now, okay? Just please, leave. I’ll give you a freebie, next time you want me out of the room I’ll leave no questions asked,” Merlin ranted, at this point not above begging. He really did need to get this assignment done even though all he wanted was to lie down and take a nap.

Arthur stared at him for a moment, making Merlin shift uncomfortably. A part of him was thrilled at having Arthur’s eyes on him and another part was terrified. He always worried that if Arthur looked at him for too long he’d see past Merlin’s annoyance and practiced disdain and see the way Merlin was desperate to know what he tasted like, what he sounded like while he was being fucked.

“No,” Arthur said finally, stretching out on his bed. “I’m not leaving.”

“Fuck me,” Merlin mumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Okay,” Arthur said simply.

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[stabbyfoxandrew]

I love all your ideas/wips sm but may we have more arsonist Neil pls 🥰

WIP Wednesday (8/30) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU

As soon as Neil’s got a fence between himself and the short, huffy fireman, he dives into his car and flees his latest crime scene on two wheels. Holy shit, he thinks as he puts a couple red lights between him and the fire. Holy shit, holy shit. That was too close! He’s never stayed that long. Never been caught by anyone, let alone a firefighter!

He’s been on the road the last few months. He’s worked his way down from Baltimore to Columbia, setting fires along the way. Oh, he never burns down anything important. No residential homes— besides his own. Nothing where anyone could get hurt. He finds places that no one will miss and uses them to quiet the noise in his mind. Fires are relaxing to him. And that in itself must be a testament to how fucked up he is.

Neil pulls into the shitty little motel he’s been staying at and turns the key, dropping his head on the steering wheel. He’s got to be more careful. He’s got to go as soon as he calls. Oh sure, he could stop committing fire-related crimes. But, as messed up as it is, it thinks it’s helping. He needs it. And it’s really not hurting anyone. He’s creating jobs— for firefighters and insurance adjusters. 

Neil makes sure his gas cans are stowed safely in the trunk and heads up to the room he’s paid for for the week. It’s not much. A bed, which is nicer than sleeping in the backseat of his car. A dresser, which he doesn’t use. He’s never unpacked his duffle bag. In the two years since his father’s death, it’s never really occurred to him that he could. He’s been running for so long, it’s ingrained in him. A habit he can’t kick.

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[arisenreborn]

WIP (one-shot) Wednesday

No tags, I lied, was tagged by @fangbangerghoul - thank you as always! <3<3<3

I just happened to be possessed by the spirit of writing at 2am again - so it's a much more wip-y wip in terms of I just tossed it out there, first draft - but it is more or less a complete one-shot. Tense is a little weird but I rolled with it. Soft fluffy banter (of the sleepy almost nonsensical variety) and fluff.

"Carry Me" - post-game, Olivia & Emrys (Arisen x Pawn), 924 words.

The hour has grown late again and she is sat hunched at her desk over a nigh-unending pile of paperwork. She will never be a noble -let alone Sovran- who does naught but eat fine food and dance at fancy parties. Even if those were two of her favored past-times. 

She yawns and rubs her eyes, but only looks up from her work when she senses movement in the room. His presence is unmistakable to her, and she smiles even before their gazes meet.

“While your dedication to signing parchment of great import is admirable, I do believe it is well and truly past time you took your rest, Your Majesty.” 

She cannot stop from simply smiling at him; she is far too tired to argue, or come up with a quip. Instead she is all too happy to watch as he gracefully stalks around the desk to her side.

Stubbornness has always been her damning flaw and saving grace, but for him it has grown so easy to yield. She lifts her arms up and he bends himself low so she might wrap them around his neck.

“Will you carry me?” 

A warm laugh rumbles in his throat. “I think you may have grown even more spoiled than I thought you were when first we met.” 

He dips his hands down around her.

“Did you truly think that?” She doesn’t really mind either way, the words simply drift up playfully of their own accord. 

His head bows close, his voice a warm whisper against her neck. “Never truly.” 

“Liar.” She laughs and nuzzles the side of her face to his. He grunts as if in mock-offense, but effortlessly lifts her up into his arms.

“Why, I think I might just be telling the truth.” He says this to her as if he was just discovering something new about himself - and not something he’d probably turned over in his mind a hundred-hundred times before.

He leans down and she reaches out her hand to dim the crystal lamp on the desk. Then he turns towards the sliver of light at the door of the study and moves out into the corridor.

“Is that so? This discovery must be shocking to you.”

“Hah, hardly!” He grins at her, the tiredness around his eyes does nothing to dull the mirth that shines in them. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were going to be the most infuriating bundle of contradictions I’d ever encountered in my whole life.”

She smiles first, and then slowly her brow scrunches up. But she is too tired to think further, simply choosing to accept that his every compliment is joined by a complaint. And each complaint only further conceals a deeper compliment - a deeper love. 

“I think that makes us quite alike,” she tells him, and he hums in agreement. Bringing her hand up to the side of his face, she strokes her thumb over his cheek. Her eyes are so heavy they burn with the effort of keeping them open, but the thrill of fondness and delight in her chest makes it hard to even consider sleep. 

In direct contrast, she feels so light and weightless in his arms, even the comfort of their bed might fail to tempt her into such an irresistible ease. 

“Now, tell me sweet things.”

“Was I not just doing that?” He snorts, nudging the door open to their room with his foot. 

“Tell me you’ll keep holding me like this.” She nuzzles her face into his neck and he laughs again.

“You are spoiled. But that ought to go without saying, don’t you think?”

She resists a yawn, but her eyelids have lost the battle. “Say it anyway.”

“Aye, I’ll keep holding you, all night long.” There's a pause before he continues, quietly, like a promise for only her ears: "I'll never let you go."

She can practically feel the warmth of his sentiment in the way his chest swells - and then the rumble of laughter when he adds: “Heavens know if I don’t you’re likely to assail me in my sleep.”

She laughs quietly, shaking her head and pressing her face into him. Her fingers slide up from his cheek into his hair as he lays her down into bed, all but collapsing into place alongside her and half-atop her. She laughs more, but it’s so tired it is nearly delirious, and ends in a sleepy, contented hum. 

“You know, I’m feeling quite tempted to steal the sovran.” He confesses, lips brushing against the softest part of her throat, and she sighs sweetly at the sensation.

“And where would you take me?” She rakes her fingers gently through his feathery hair.

“Nearest town that’s further than anyone knows us.” He grins and she can feel his teeth against her neck. “Far, far away from that nasty desk work.”

“Mmm, you have my permission.”

“Just like that?” He peppers slow, soft kisses up the side of her neck, along her chin, taking a detour to the tip of her nose, and the spot between her eyebrows. For a moment it is all she can do to sleepily soak in his affection - but at last she finally answers.

‘Just like that. Though I do have one request.” 

“Anything.”

“Can it wait ‘til morning?” 

He laughs and kisses her temple. “Aye, ‘til morning then.” 

He shifts and begins to pull the blankets around them, and she cannot help but to think how lucky she is. How lucky and how loved.

[daisymintt]

WIP Wednesday

Merlin gets trapped in a nightmare of his own making.

Merlin gripped the reins of his horse tightly, unease setting him on edge. He wished he hadn’t let Arthur convince them to take this “shortcut” through the deepest parts of the Darkling Woods after a particularly successful hunting trip. The trees grew so thick barely any light made it through the overlapping boughs, one couldn’t tell if it was day or night. The knights seemed as equally as uneasy as him. As if sensing his nervousness his horse’s eyes were wide, the whites of his his showing, as great puffs of air blew from his nostrils. His flanks twitched and he tossed his mane, ears laid back. He patted the side of his neck and murmured comforting to words to it, calming him just barely. “Arthur, I really think we should turn back. I have a funny feeling about this place…” he said as his gaze darted around to every snap of a twig or falling leaf. Arthur laughed, “You and your ‘funny feelings’, Merlin! Don’t be such a girl, we’ll be at Camelot’s gates before nightfall.”

They continued on in silence for awhile, the only sound being the whisper of wind through the trees and the horses hoof steps until an arrow flew past just barely missing him. A great cry went up and a group of eight or so bandits flowed out of the shadows. Arthur cursed, “Don’t you say it, Merlin.”

Merlin bit his tongue against the words I told you so instead he glanced around for a solid branch and whispered an incantation that sent it falling on top of two of the bandits fast approaching on their right while Arthur and the others unsheathed their swords. Arthur and the knights made quick work of the bandits but wasn’t quick enough to stop one from landing a solid blow on Merlin knocking him off his horse sending him rolling through a clump of bushes and down a hill into a shadowy meadow of large strange looking flowers. Merlin groaned and rubbed his side where the bandit had hit him, gasping in pain as slowly sat up. Fortunately, it wasn’t much worse than a few bruised ribs.

Merlin knelt in the meadow and tried to get his bearings, motes of pollen floating around him. Where was Arthur? The small meadow sat among dark trees, branches stretching out sending long shadows across the ground like ghostly fingers. From the shadows his mother emerged, she walked up to him with the easy grace of someone who had no fear. She stopped in front of him, towering over him from where he knelt on his knees. He looked up at his mother, confused. How was she here? She should be back in Ealdor not in the middle of a meadow in the depths of the Darkling Woods. Something wasn’t right but he was too overjoyed to think much about it, his mind humming pleasantly loosening his tongue. “Mum! What are you doing here? I’ve missed you so much!”

She smiled at him, but it felt hollow, “I came back for you, Merlin. You don’t belong here. Come with me back to Ealdor.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, “What? I don’t understand… You’re the one who sent me here in the first place. I’ve made friends here and Gauis has taught me so much! And I can’t leave Arthur he’s my destiny! I… I think he likes me.”

Hunith scoffed, “Likes you? Please, Merlin, that’s demented. This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you’ve invented just proves you’re too naive to be here.” Hunith rested a soft hand on his cheek, her words like a dagger to his heart, before quickly pulling away again, “Why would he like you? Come on now really. Look at you! You think that he’s impressed?” Hunith held out her hand for him to take, “Don’t be a dummy, come with mummy. Mother-“

Merlin started taking her hand but stopped himself. His mother would never say these things. He rubbed his eyes and for a moment the image of his mother flickered. He pulled away from her and shouted, “No!”

Hunith recoiled at his outburst, her smile downturned into a cruel sneer. Her tone turned cold, dangerous even, as she mocked him, “No? Oh. I see how it is. Merlin knows best, Merlin’s so mature now, such a clever grownup mister. Merlin’s knows best, fine if you’re so sure now go ahead and tell him about your magic! It is why he’s here. Don’t let him deceive you! Tell him, watch you’ll see! Trust me my dear-“ Hunith snapped her fingers for emphasis “-That’s how fast he’ll leave you. I won’t say I told you so. No, Merlin knows best. So if he’s such a dreamboat go and put him to the test!” As if on cue, Arthur appeared out of the shadows beside his mother. Both now towered over him from where he sat kneeling in the meadow. Hunith placed a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, “Go on, Merlin, tell him.”

“What is it Merlin? You can tell me.” Arthur echoed. Merlin’s mouth went dry, unable to find the words. His instincts were screaming at him something was wrong, that he was in danger, but he so badly wanted to tell Arthur about his magic and if not now, then when? So he did.

He took a deep breath and said what he’d yearned too for years now, “Arthur… I have magic. But I use it for you! Only you! I swear it!”

Arthur’s face screwed up in disgust and betrayal as he unsheathed his sword. “Sorcerer! I should kill you now!” Arthur spat, hatred simmering in his eyes. Merlin felt like the dagger his mother had placed in his heart had just been twisted. Tears spring to his eyes, blurring his vision, but he choked them down. No, no, this wasn’t right. Arthur could never hate him so much, right? He shuddered at the idea. As he watched blood bloomed across Arthur’s chest staining his white tunic, “You’ve failed me, Merlin. You’re nothing.”

One by one from the shadows came others: Gwen, Gaius, Lancelot, all of the knights, Freya, Balinor, and Will. They all had the same hateful look, sneers on their lips, as they began shouting horrible things at him.

“Kill the traitor!” The knights thundered.

“Burn him!” Gwen snarled.

“I never should have trusted you, because of you I’m dead.” Lancelot spat.

“I was a fool to have taken you in, you’ve made everyone’s lives miserable.” Gaius seethed.

“You’re a traitor to your kind, Emrys, choosing a Pendragon over us.”

“Why didn’t you save me, Merlin? If you’re so powerful why didn’t you break my curse?” Freya cried out.

The sob he had been holding in finally broke out, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Sobs wracked his body as he curled up into himself on the ground trying to block out their cruel words.

~*~*~*~

“Merlin! Merlin!” Arthur and the knights called as they slashed through the undergrowth with their swords. “Where has that clotpole disappeared to?” He grumbled to himself. They had dealt with the rest of the bandits easy enough and tied the horses to a nearby tree before trekking off on foot to look for Merlin. He slashed his way through a particularly thick bush and nearly tumbled down the hill on the other side. He dropped his sword and wildly windmilled his arms, regaining his balance, his heart pounding in his chest. “Merlin!” He cried out at the sight of his prone manservant. Before he could make his way down the hill he felt a firm hand grasp his arm. “Wait, sire, I recognize these flowers from my travels. They’re quite dangerous. They’re called Living Nightmares. Their pollen is an extreme hallucinogen that when inhaled causes ones innermost fears to come to life, trapping them in their own mind, while the flower ensnares them in order to consume them.” Gwaine warned. They all shuddered at the idea of being trapped in their own worst nightmare. “How do you suggest we get Merlin, then? Who knows how long he has before the flowers ensure him.” Leon pondered, examining the surrounding hillside and meadow.

“How indeed.” Arthur echoed, fear for Merlin chewing at him.

“One of us could tie rope around our waist and lower our selves down, retrieve Merlin, then have the rest of you pull them back up.” Elyan suggested. They all murmured in agreement, Elyan and Leon went back to the horses to retrieve as much rope as they could from the horses. They returned with a solid length of it, more than enough to get one down. Now they just had to decide who should go down. They all agreed that Percival, being the giant of a man that he is, would stay up top. After much discourse it was decided that Arthur would retrieve Merlin. Arthur tied the rope around him and tested the knot before making his way down the steep hillside, pebbles skittering down ahead of him.

As he neared he noticed something that made his stomach churn, skeletal remains lay scattered across the ground of the meadow. Some so overgrown he could just make out patches of stark white bone others still had meat on them. As he closed in on Merlin he could make out the situation more clearly. Thankfully, Merlin didn’t appear injured but he was curled in on himself. Thick vines were snaking their way across the ground but when they neared him they recoiled as if burnt. That’s when he noticed the golden tendrils

[ittyybittybaker]

Oh my god I can barely choose between your wips, they all sound womderfullll

But I think I’m gonna go with storm chaser au?? 🙏

HELLO Emry!! I'm finally back to writing, so here's some storm chaser for you!

The truck is shaking as the wind howls around them. Nicky is still babbling nervously on the phone in the backseat. The tornados are throwing debris in the air all around them, large branches and, surprisingly, a cow. They can hear the cow mooing as it flies by. It would be hilarious if it wasn’t all so terrifying.

“Cow.” Andrew says, somehow still deadpan eleven in the middle of a tornado.

“I’ve gotta go Eric, We’ve got cows!” Nicky says, now more than slightly panicked.

Somehow, a cow flies by in the opposite direction.

“Another cow.” Andrew says flatly.

“Actually, I think that was the same one” Neil says thoughtfully from beside Nicky.

Nicky has no idea how he can be so calm in a situation like this. He knows Kevin and Andrew are used to all this because they’re Literal Stormchasers, but this is Neil’s first time out. Hell, Nicky’s been on a chase with them before and he’s still freaked out.

[leedee013]

OH BOY IM NOT READY. but maybe I will be by the time you get to this so do u have more needle au 👀

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(CW: implied childhood trauma, infected wounds)

(SO SORRY—I forgot to add the content warnings to the category!)

Jean's blood turned to ice. He stared at the man's arm, then returned his gaze to the man's eyes, which hadn't looked away from him for even a second. A flicker of something old stirred in Jean under the weight of the man's eyes, a distant memory of France, of the nightmare of a childhood he'd fought so hard to flee from.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't have enough time for a session today. Besides, it's against our business's policy and health regulations to tattoo near open wounds or on infected skin."

The man's smirk turned into a grin, though there was no humor or warmth behind it. "You're not from here, are you?" The man asked, his tone cool but haughty. "You don't know who I am."

Jean wanted to shut his eyes and count to ten, but he didn't trust himself to shut his eyes around this stranger, so he just counted to ten in his head. The man in front of him was arrogant and cocky, but there was something else lurking in the man's eyes, like an unspoken plea that Jean was all too familiar with. "In the future, please schedule a session on our website or come at an earlier time in the day if you'd like a tattoo. However, that," Jean said, pointing at the man's arm, "needs to be cleaned and dressed. We have supplies here if you'd like me to help with it."

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[merthurapologist]

One half of a Merthur WIP

[emry-stars-art]

JELLY NEIL AND SHARK DREW PRETTY PLEASE（╹◡╹）♡

I AM NOT JOKING I WOULD READ >100k WORDS ABOUT THEM FUCK IT LETS SAY INFINITE CUZ THAT NUMBER IS CLOSER TO WHAT I HAD IN MIND, I WOULD LOVE TO READ ABOUT THEIR DAY TO DAY LIVES BECAUSE YOU’RE AN AMAZING WRITER AND AN INCREDIBLE ARTIST AND I KNOW FOR SURE YOU WOULD MAKE THAT INTERESTING. YOU ARE SO CREATIVE AND IT SHOWS- I MEAN LOOK AT YOUR AUS THEY ARE SO COMPLEX AND SO INTERESTING AND SO WELL WRITTEN AND THE ART OH THE ART AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHEN I LOOK AT YOUR ART OF THEM ALL IM THINKING ABOUT IS “THATS WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE THATS HOW I IMAGINE THEM”

(Also I agree with previous anon i also love the royal au (°▽°)) AND I C A N N O T STOP REREADING THE POSTS YOU MAKE ABOUT THEM)

YOU MAKE YOUR AUS SO SO INTERESTING IM ALWAYS SO DRAWN TO THEM

I LOVE YOUR ANDREIL AND AUS SO MUCHHhhhhh

Sry for rumbling but I really liked that wip you posted and I just HAD to let you know I love how jellyNeils and Shardrews relationship is progressing and how they’re beginning to communicate it’s so cute (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ALSO LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE WHALEMACK? HAH

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

(Anon when I tell you I am on the verge of TEARS. SOBBING EVEN. How dare u come into my inbox and be so nice and then APOLOGIZE for it. LIVE LAUGH LOVE WHALEMACK. CRYING

Thank YOU, you beautiful nice people and messages like these are the entire reason I have the drive to put so much work into this stuff so give yourselves a little credit too!! Man how do I even continue from this. Genuinely thank you so much 🥹 you deserve so many mer cuddles) ⤵️

8 nov 2023 ww game

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

"You still can't carry me," Andrew said. Neil chirped.

"Carry," it said. Andrew heaved a breath.

"You know what? Fine. But if you sting me too much I'm not doing it."

Neil seemed pleased as Andrew let himself drift down, hesitating before he touched Neil's skin. This was foreign. He'd never slept on anyone's chest before, but he wouldn't be able to hang onto Neil in his sleep. Not like he could Aaron. So Neil would have to hang onto him.

Its skin was only a little textured, mostly slippery soft under Andrew's. The bell especially was pillowy and giving, doing almost nothing to support Andrew's tail but it was something. Neil's body held up Andrew's with only a little sinking. Its arms wrapped around Andrew's shoulders as Andrew linked his own around Neil's middle. Neil's claws pressed lightly against his back. Carefully, Andrew rested his head high on Neil's chest and felt its heartbeat under his cheek.

It must not have been a long sleep, but Andrew never once was jolted from it. He didn't feel vaguely panicky like he did when he slept on his own. He slept soundly through the time Neil gave him, and when Neil chirped to wake him, Andrew felt a little better.

[thornilee013]

Hiiii Leeeeeee I couldn't help but notice the words "baby jean" appear on my screen below WW and I am still so invested 👀💕

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Amélie shook in fear, which made Jean's heart ache in response. He rubbed her back in slow, gentle circles, hushing her whimpers and carefully leading her closer to the tank.

"Look, Amélie," he said, bending down to be closer to her height. "They're on the other side of the glass. They can't get you from there because of it. But what else is between you and the sharks?"

"You?" she whispered as she peeled herself off of him ever-so-slowly.

"Precisely," he said, tapping her nose. "Nothing will be able to hurt you as long as big brother Jean is here."

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[rosella-writes]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @noire-pandora, @cleverblackcat, and @thebookworm0001 for the tags today! Here's just a bit from the most recent chapter of my Warden Loghain POV fic.

Emrys read Merrill’s letter with a cold fire burning in his pale eyes. His hands trembled until the page fluttered like a leaf. He cast it to the table.  “You let her go,” he spat, shoving a finger beneath Loghain’s nose. “You just let Merrill go!” Loghain sniffed. “You would have had me stop her? You know perfectly well that that woman does as she pleases.” Emrys simply shook his head, shaking with seething anger, and ran his fingers through his long, wild hair. It had fallen free of its usual braids, whipped into a mess by wind and rain and the speed of his return. Loghain had already seen to Adalla, fussing over her as if he were an old nursemaid — the horse rested now, curried and fed, in an alcove of the cave that had been carved out by running water.  “The Inquisitor will be here in the next day or two. She was right behind me.” Hawke kicked a stone into the corner of the hideout with a grunt and a clatter. “I suppose it’s for the best, hmm? The only thing the Chantry would like better than catching me or the Warden Commander is catching a blood mage.” Loghain nodded, then took a seat at the rough table. Maps lay strewn across it, along with Clarel’s notes and orders. He had spent the last few days plotting routes and pinning possible rendezvous points in the Western Approach. He had narrowed it down to an old Tevinter temple in the desert.  “And when she comes,” he sighed, “we’ll be ready.”

Tagging it forward to some folks I don't think I saw share today! @sulky-valkyrie @plisuu @darethshirl @roguelioness @demarogue

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WIP Wednesday 4/17/24 | TBD

He thinks about a fourth thing that isn’t the worst as he gets to the stage when he hears someone mention the Puma’s recent championship. He didn’t give a single shit about the MVP status or the trophy that everyone had been insistent that he hoist, what he did give a shit about was Kevin’s face when Andrew locked down the goal.

Kevin had been so confident coming into the match that he’d be hefting the trophy above his head and Andrew took great pleasure in denying him that. A 0-1 championship game seems boring on paper but based on everything he’s heard from everyone in his life that gives a shit about the sport, it was riveting.

Andrew just remembers having to wring out his socks from the sweat afterwards.

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for wip word ask game: moonlight (or moon if you don't have moonlight lol) !! ^_^

"Merlin."

Merlin turns around to a slack jawed Arthur stepping into the room, moonlight caressing his features.

Merlin was so sure that he was alone. He never meant anyone to see. Not that anyone would really care.

"Arthur please," Merlins runs his hand through his hair, exasperated,"I- I can explain." Tears fall. "Just forget that you saw that please?"

Please. Please forget that. I don't want to deal with this. Not now. Not when I'm like this. Even if it's for an hour or two.

Arthur is approaching him slowly now, Merlin puts distance them. "Merls-"

"Please," he begs "you can arrest me later, do whatever you want, just fuck off." Merlin collapses, sobbing.

"Merlin," Arthur hesitates "you have magic."

"Yes," Merlin replies "and I use it for you only you Arthur, if you must know. Do you know how many times I have to save your sorry arse since I've met you?" he gives a maniacal laugh "I don't even know." 

Merlin's hiccoughing fills the silent room. He pays no attention to Arthur. He can't. Can't look at Arthur, can't see the disappointment, the betrayal, the anger. Gods, not Arthur's anger.

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