#it's quite a rough draft... but I still hope you like it ✨

[hermitcrabstar]

My first Kirby OC's informational pov dialogue :3

(I like to write notes down and facts about a character's backstory in a unique way before drawing out the concept art. It's almost like a riddle! See if you can find out who this character of mine is related to :D)

- I tried to be as fierce of a guardian to the best of my ability... But it seems to fail, especially when it's "one" frail, powerless fool

- My older brother, he hates me. It's my fault really... I just need to find a path to a stronger tomorrow

- Sometimes, I just really can't stand him! Expecting me to be a powerhouse just like everyone else! Why can't my speed and small stature be enough...

- I still have lots yet to learn and discover, especially about myself

- Even being ancient compared to you "Dream Landians," I'm actually still considered quite young and childish among my kind

- My brother is the guardian of the Land. What a cool sounding name! I'm considered the opposite if you catch my drift

- These wings are my strength. I don't know what I'd do without them. I most likely wouldn't even be here right now if it wasn't for their perseverance

- Isn't the sky such a pretty color? During the light of the day, it matches me. But as the stars begin to set, the color really reminds me of my brother

- I hope someday my brother could forgive me. I never meant for that treasure to be stolen and become the root of a calamity...

- This ring? It's an artifact. Actually.. one of the only things left that even serves as a reminder of my clan

- I absolutely cannot lose this artifact! Heh, I wouldn't even be able to speak to you right now without it, person from the present

- The ancient civilization? Yeah I know of it, my purpose surrounds keeping their creations out of the wrong hands

- You took me in when all was done and over for me, warrior of great power and virtue. I shall serve you with my life

- You know what, observing you "Dream Landians" has made me appreciate this.. silly and laid back disposition of yours. Mind if you allow me to learn your ways?

- What?! I thought my kind was only able to transform into a max of one other separate form. Are you really alright with me taking a form of your kind?

- Very well. I'll never forget this honor bestowed upon me Sir.. ah- what should I refer to you?

- Really?! You'd be friends with someone as different from your species as I? Thank you. I never had a.. friend before

- This form... This mask- I think I like it.

- Heh, don't be shy! Climb on! I can take you to the skies and the vastness of space

- Whew. That was close! If it wasn't for this form, my brother would've recognized me and I'd certainly be put through the wringer!

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

WIP Whenever

Thank you so much for the tag @verbenaa !!✨ your WIP is, as with everything you post, supreme. Go read it right now it’s so good! Run don’t walk trUsT me

Being two Emmrich fics in now I guess it’s safe to say this is just where I’m at 🤷‍♀️ I haven’t been this consistently inspired in a while, so I’m running with it. Please forgive me that I’m throwing more Emmrook your way lol

This is from a oneshot I’m working on that is maybe kind of an out there idea, idk, I’m not gonna fight it. Still very much in the early, rough draft phase - a little bit suggestive and a lotta bit angsty under the cut 🙂‍↕️

Update: It’s Done!

With the first bite melting against his tongue, he stilled. His expression one of anguish, he stared either directly into her - or through her - she wasn't certain. But it made little difference.

He didn't see her, or whatever it was he zeroed in on. Ever alert and keenly observant, Emmrich looking lost as he did sank her heart into the pit of her stomach.

"That bad?" She offered with a single brow teased in hesitation as she steeled herself. Keeping her tone even and light, he flinched upon hearing her words, and her panic spiked.

Shutting his eyes, a harsh exhale flared his nostrils. And then nothing. Wound so tight and frozen stiff, not even his broad chest rose and fell with the rhythm of breaths.

She had tempered expectations. Of course it would pale in comparison to his mother’s, but surely her efforts would be appreciated, no matter how amateurish her attempt.

However he remained rigid and aloof. It stirred resignation to bubble up her throat and spill between them like a pot boiled over. Rushing to distance herself from the flicker of hope that she succeeded, only to retreat to forgone failure.

Much more familiar to her, she burrowed in that comfort and sought shelter. "I know its not quite the same, but I did tr-,"

Breaking himself out of the reticence that held him captive, without addressing her - or even glancing her way - he began to maul the slice. Wolfing it down like a man starved, he hunched over in his seat, such as hound seeks to hide their bone from prying eyes before they gnaw it to shreds and marrow.

Ricochetting the fork back and forth between his mouth and the plate, not a hint of deviation - or pause - in his course.

His heart felt like it was squeezed in a chest that pulled against it, intent to cave in. He didn't come up for air, not that his lungs would be able to suck it in against his body's constricting. Every part of him felt heavy and aching; the sore fatigue of succumbing to grief, after ignoring it for longer than it would tolerate. The clinking of metal against the china was all the noise between them.

"Oh-" escaped her in a quiet squeak. So quiet, he recognized it wasn't meant to be playful or teasing. He had startled her, just as he had himself.

Emmrich felt her intent gaze surround him with his every hurried inhale. On occasion, little muted whines of his were shook loose, before they were able to be strangled by his deprived mastication. With every one that rattled from his cavernous need he scrambled to fill with what she made for him, the wider her eyes grew.

And the hotter her cheeks.

And Emmrich kept eating.

His throat felt thick, and his molars buzzed. His head felt hazy from the rush of sugar, but it couldn't keep him from going in for more. Until every crumb was devoured. Until his fork scratched empty plate. Only then he used the flat of it to scrape up the smears of leftover frosting, and sucked it clean from the tines.

He didn't indulge in sweets often, not in a long while. And never like this.

It was like just his mother’s, and it wasn't.

So different from how he remembered, yet it warmed him from the inside out, just as it did when he was a boy.

He noticed her decision to use the rum and coffee in the icing, in place of the orange extract; a preference of his mother’s in which her faithfulness was strict.

It tasted like Ariadne. Her bite. How she burned down his throat and boiled in his stomach. A heady delight tinged with the inescapable aftertaste of regret.

Her heavy-hand, and decadence.

Her affection for him, overwhelming as it was unapologetic.

He didn't need his mother’s torte. He needed hers. And now that he got a taste; he was ravenous.

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[spoon-writes]

Hi spoonwrites!

I never really ask anything or request anything from anyone but WOW. I love ends of the earth and its slow burn narrative based story. I know from archivesofourown that there is eventual smut and I gotta admit I’m REALLY curious because I originally thought that was off the table for you but I’m so so glad it isn’t.

I love when smut has a meaningful romantic arc behind it, it just makes everything more gratifying, and your story is fantastic already without it. I guess what I’m asking is…can you update it please 😅 You don’t have to rush smut or anything but I want confirmation from the ✨author themself ✨that it’s coming. I think I’ve read shelter a million times cuz that’s the most sexual tension we’ve gotten so far lol.

I think a lot of Mando smut is great but can sometimes be too much? Idk like I don’t mind a bit of dominance and roughness AT ALL but your version of mando seems like the most show accurate one so far and I would love to see how he devils tango if ya know what I mean. He seems like he could get down and dirty while still not becoming the typical dom character that’s like “you pretty little c*nt loves to be f*cked by my…..” ya know😂. I’m not like a prude (censoring myself didn’t help my case lol) but I don’t think that’s realistic for mando, I think he is a guy that can f*ck and be rough and a little kinky while not going overboard and still keeping his honorable character intact even in smut mode.

Anyways hope this wasn’t too long but I just wanted to say I LOVE your writing I think you have a special talent that cannot be taught and gotta say, urs is probably the best mando fic yet. I really hope your ok and still want to come back to continue posting! Just know that your work is always supported <3

Thank you SO much holy shit this is literally one of the nicest messages I’ve ever gotten 😭 You’re so sweet omg <3 Sorry it took so long to reply but I honestly needed some time to calm down lol So I am definitely gonna update Ends again! I actually got the next arc written it just needs some editing and then it’s good to go. I’m not totally sure when, but it is coming! These last months I’ve been at a low ebb motivation wise, so thank you for giving me a kick in the pants lol it feels so good writing again Also I can give you a definitive confirmation that there will indeed be smut. I’ve always preferred smut scenes that straddle (oi oi) mature and explicit so that’ll be what I’ll be aiming for. I’m not really a fan of typical dom character Mando either 😂but I can tell you that this won’t really be a thing for quite a while unfortunately. But if you like sexual tension on the other hand 😉 stay tuned Mando can be a tricky character to nail down, so I’m glad to hear that you think I write him well! It’s funny because I just read the very first notes I made and he’s a VERY different character than he ended up being. I started writing Ends between episode 3 and 4, so before he was on Sorgan and we got more of a glimpse into him as a character. Very first draft it was actually him who caught Sinead on Toola, but I realized that it wouldn’t work because no matter how much character development I put them both through, Sinead would never trust Mando. So nameless Trandoshan it is! Thank you again this is such a lovely message! I promise the next update won’t be a million years away <3