#final draft Friday

[ayaitch]

I've had this draft waiting for a few days and I don't think it's good enough for AO3, but I feel like sharing it nonetheless. I felt like writing some Kallus whump. It's a scene that's been in my head for a while. Part I below! Beware (and spoilers), drowning/resuscitation is the whump.

EDIT: I'm sorry, since it's not on AO3, I forgot to summarize and add tags. I presented it without comment, and I apologize for that.

Summary: During the war, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Kallus go on a rescue mission for some beings who are being held prisoner by pirate slavers in a naturally-occurring cave system someplace. During the mission they become trapped and must escape.

A shudder in the rock around them brought some more fractured stalactites and dust down from the cavern ceiling. The group of prisoners tried not to panic, but there were screams and cries of distress as beings dodged or hid from the falling debris. Zeb sheltered Sabine as she covered a young child from the rocks pelting them from above.

Hera and Kallus were at the front of the tunnel that they had used to enter the underground cave system the pirates had been using for their slaving operation. It was the only obvious way in or out. Dust blew past the pair a second later, and they retreated back to Zeb and Sabine. Neither looked happy.

“They blew up the entrance,” Hera said with a scowl. “We’re stuck in here.”

Sabine sent the child back to his parents and patted Zeb’s arm in thanks. She sighed. “So what do we do?”

“Dig our way out?” Zeb asked. He knew it wasn’t a viable plan, but they needed to officially eliminate it, he thought.

Hera gave him a half-hearted laugh. “If only, but we definitely don’t have the tools for that.”

“The plans we saw of this place indicated there was a way to drain the water at the south end,” Sabine said. “The problem is, the generator to do that is in another chamber, which is about three hundred meters underwater.”

She pointed to the lake that covered an underwater tunnel, lit by small, flickering lights that led deeper into the rock that surrounded them.

Part II

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged in a little while ago by the amazing @patolemus & @hellameyers 🤗

I'm currently working on editing chapter 5 of the poets are right, which I'll be posting in a couple of days - so here's a snippet from that!

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“Did you think I was hot when we first met?” Stiles asks.

The huff of laughter that pushes out from between Derek’s smiling mouth is entirely ball-busted, and the tips of his ears quickly colour a soft red in the low, warm light of the room. Stiles’ lips pull into an instant grin back at him.

“Yeah,” Derek says.

“Really?” Stiles presses, finding way too much joy in this. “You thought I was a hot little piece of omega ass, right off the bat?”

“Really,” Derek echoes easily, one arm folding behind his head while the other skims light fingers up and down Stiles’ side. “It wasn’t so much a fight or flight instinct as it was a fight or... fuck.”

Barking out a loud laugh, Stiles gleefully peers up at him, at the easy confession of immediate attraction falling from Derek’s lips. His heartrate picks up excitedly as he wriggles closer into the solid heat of Derek’s body.

“Too bad the fight won out that time,” Stiles laments.

Derek hums, lifting a hand to cup gently at the back of Stiles’ neck.

“Too bad,” he agrees, before lifting both eyebrows. “Did you think I was hot when we first met?”

“Obviously,” Stiles scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I thought you were hot before we met, dude. You know that already.”

And he does. As embarrassing it was at the time to admit out loud, to the object of his one-sided affection for so many anonymous years, he did tell Derek. That particular secret was shared not too long into this thing between them, spilling all about this crush he has had ever since he first discovered photographs of the ultimate alpha heart-throb Derek Hale in some teen magazine or other.

Derek took it like a champ. Actually, he took it like an incredibly smug bastard – but that was only to be expected. Learning that the person you like just as much as they like you, has actually liked you a hell of a lot longer than you have even known that person existed, well... Stiles can see how something like that might go straight to your head.

Tamping down on the urge to swat that self-satisfied smirk right off of Derek’s face, Stiles settles on leaning up to kiss it into something more dazed and breathless, instead. When he pulls back, he feels a thrill of satisfaction at the utterly glazed over look in Derek’s eyes.

“Yeah,” Stiles lets himself continue, head tipping to one side. “If only you hadn’t gone and ruined it the first time you opened your mouth by being a fucking asshole.”

Derek breathes out yet another ball-busted laugh. His fingers slide through the short hairs at the back of Stiles’ head, nails scratching lightly into Stiles’ scalp, as he takes the – entirely true, and entirely deserved – insult on the chin. He quickly lists forwards to kiss Stiles yet again, softly and soundly.

“I like to think I’ve made up for it since then,” he says quietly.

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"I know a lot about you...more than you think." During first date with yandere pico?

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Boxitos :)

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NaNoCryMo Day 25

Excerpt:

Thick mittens of fur shed away, exposing tough leather beneath. They were not so finely made as Caiyur’s own; he had spent and exorbitant sum at the clothier to make certain that every seam would align, and the skin would lay snug along his own. No blister would blemish him when he took his lady to hand, he had made sure of that. But still, the beast’s fingers gave a dexterous flex above the fire, the movement far finer than any he could make with flesh bared. His stomach roiled, simply watching. He should look away— the unnatural never became natural simply by holding it in sight— but he could not. Not when leather sloughed away to skin, exposing two long-fingered hands. Joints worked, opening and closing, sinews dancing starkly beneath skin. Had they belonged to a man, their graven cast would be a cause for concern, but these— these did not, by any means.

“I see you’ve decided to join us.” The cultured tones dropped from Maksim’s voice, the weariness wearing through. “Though you took your time.”

“I was summoned.” Slender fingers slid beneath the edge of its hood, fur and leather slumping down the the heavy mantle at its shoulders. Thick black hair curled against its head, matted and damp from sweat. “It is easy to arrive, when one has been informed they must.”

“Ah.” Annoyance clouded over Maksim’s good humor. “So it’s Galya’s pocket you’ve decided to take your feed from, is it?”

One hand yanked down its cowl, baring its grin. Not a human one made from humor, but an animal’s grimace; a wolf gritting its teeth, ready to bite. “I am not on any side.”

[nothing-particularly-exciting]

yeah.

[nemo-draco]

Also an AO3 link!

[bookwyrminspiration]

lord jesus babe give me the strength to write this paper, the inspiration to write this paper, and the will to write this fucking paper christ alive

[cylonbarnes]

literally i have a total of 3 assignments left for my two summer classes and instead i'm just doing the math on what grade i'd get if i didnt do any of it

[ayaitch]

Part II of my attempt at Kallus whump and (partial) Ghost family feels! Part I is here.

Summary: During the war, Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Kallus go on a rescue mission for some beings who are being held prisoner by pirate slavers in a naturally-occurring cave system someplace. During the mission they become trapped and must escape.

“Is it three hundred meters deep?”

The group turned to Kallus, whose gaze was fixed on the underwater tunnel, assessment pinching his features.

“No…” Sabine started, wary.  “It’s just as deep as you see here, but three hundred meters down the tunnel.  All of which is submerged.”

Kallus paused and considered the underwater tunnel, a furrow between his eyebrows appearing as he thought.  Hera was giving him a narrow-eyed look.  As if she was thinking about what he was thinking about.  Kallus looked at her after a moment.

“General-”

“No,” Hera cut him off.  “Alex, no.  Whatever you’re about to say, no.”

“But, General-”

“Alex!”

That shut him up.  He stiffened into attention, mouth shut, back straight, eyes ahead.

Hera glared hard at him.

“Hera, come on,” Zeb started.  He glanced between the two of them, Hera giving Kallus her most disapproving of frowns, and Kallus bearing up under the weight of it.

“Zeb, do you know what he’s about to say?”

“Er, no…”

“Alex.  Go ahead and propose your plan.”

“Ma’am.”

The fact that Hera didn’t chastise him instantly had Zeb’s stomach tying itself in knots.  She hated his ingrained protocols that he couldn’t quite fully shake after having been with the Empire for so long.  Normally, she would give him a light scolding and laugh, and he would apologize, correct himself, and they would both smile about it.

But now…

There was no affectionate banter now.

“As part of my ISB training, we had to meet certain standards of oxygen deprivation.  Much of this was done submerged in a pool.”

Zeb didn’t like where this was going.

“Until my defection, I held the record in the academy for most time spent conscious underwater.  My record was just about six minutes.  Given the distance, I should be able to make it to the generator and back.”

Zeb took Kallus by the wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze.  A silent plea to take back the offer.

Hera’s glare had not eased at all.  She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, silent.  The gears were turning in her head though.  The cost-benefit ratio was being factored, and Zeb had a cold feeling he knew how it would equate.

“Fine,” Hera proclaimed.

“Hera!”

Zeb and Sabine blurted at the same time, both in disbelief.  Zeb knew she would come to that conclusion, because the only other course of action was nothing, but he was still surprised she hadn’t argued more.  Their situation must be more dire than it looked.

“Your orders are to swim down to that generator and power it on to drain the lake and then return,” Hera continued.  “Your orders are to make it back.  If you do not make it back, I will not be rescuing you.  We have no means for a retrieval if you do not make it out.  Do you understand me?”

“Ma’am.”  Kallus saluted, probably without realizing he was doing it.

“Then get to your task,” Hera snapped as she pointed into the long, dark of the underwater tunnel.  “People need help, Captain.”

Zeb’s hand clenched around Kallus’ wrist.  “Kal…”

Kallus looked at him, something unreadable in his eyes, and gently extracted his wrist from Zeb’s hold.  He gave his hand a light squeeze before releasing it.  He shucked his jacket, and offered it to Zeb.

Numb hands accepted it and Zeb clutched the garment to his chest.  Kallus nodded his thanks, then strode toward the water’s edge.  He dropped into the pool, swimming as far as he could before taking a few quick breaths, then a large one.

And like that he was gone.

“Hera…”  Zeb said, his voice strangled.

“He’ll be fine.  He has to be fine.  He said he could do it.  We need to trust him.”

Hera’s eyes were fixed on the spot where Kallus had disappeared.

“Thirty seconds,” Sabine murmured.

The time had begun.

Part III

*As a side note, I did do my due diligence about how long average people can hold their breath, and how far people can swim underwater. I tried to round down and convert to a single metric, so it is likely I have gotten this all wrong. I ask only that you suspend your disbelief. If it is truly an egregious error I made, please let me know and I will make adjustments.*

[wintersoldeer]

i hope everyone who watches videos in public without headphones drops their phone into a puddle and when they go to pick it up they accidentally step too far into said puddle so their shoes and socks get all wet and when theyre worrying about that they drop their phone again and this time the screen cracks 

[fagrackham]

yknow whats fucking insane my art history prof is having us turn in first drafts of this paper for full credit like out of 100 points that will impact our final grade literally what the fuck sarah

[grey-wardens]

Chapters: 1/? Rating: Mature Warnings: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Background Character Death, Additional Warnings in Author’s Note  Relationships: Astarion/Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart & Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting,  Werewolf Shadowheart, Background Character Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: In 1450 DR, the fallen angel Zariel is overthrown in a bloody civil war that plunges Avernus into an even greater state of chaos.

Almost half a century later, the Blade of Frontiers is put on the trail of a vampire.

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