#it's very much a rough draft but!!!!!!

[poisonedfate]

for that prompt list, 71 for merwaine please 😭

i cannot tell you how excited i was to write this!!!! promised myself i would take it slow, but this just seemed so fun that i had to. so. here we are. hope you like it!

71. “Kiss me, quick!”

send me prompts!

They were leaning against a wall, escaping the too-bright sun, Gwaine telling some obnoxious story about how he once had stolen something from a mean-looking yet unbelievably drunk man, just to see how far he would run after him. All Merlin could do was roll his eyes in between laughs, not even bothering to ask for further explanations - he knew the knight would just shrug it off, call it nagging curiosity. Though Merlin was kind of tempted to poke at him, asking just how bored one had to be for such ideas, Gwaine had stopped talking, something changing in his features, eyes turning a little more serious. "Merls, how much do you trust me?" he asked, words quick-paced, gaze wandering, making Merlin just a tad suspicious.

"Uh, how are measuring this, because-," he began to look around himself, struggling to keep his attention on the question. "Would you do what I asked of you?" Merlin looked back at Gwaine, wary, a smile now back on the other's lips. "I, yeah? I- It depends, what-," Gwaine leaned in closer, close enough that Merlin could probably count his eyelashes if he wanted to - not that he was thinking about it, or had thought about it before. The knight was still smiling, but it wasn't reaching his eyes quite like earlier, so Merlin made another attempt at looking around, before: "Merlin," the knight began, quickly glancing to the side, making the warlock shift his focus, and-, "kiss me, quick!" Merlin had just about enough time to give him a look of confusion before Gwaine leaned in even closer, noses touching. "Actually, we can just stay like this, if you don't mind, you don't have to, you know," he was breathing a little heavier, it was barely noticeable, but Merlin was a little desperate to focus on something, anything, so he caught it. Clearly, it did not help him the way he had intended, however, because suddenly he was kissing Gwaine, one hand grabbing at his shirt between them, the other on his cheek. It did not take the other long to respond, melting closer - if that's even possible - before spinning them around so Merlin's back was now to the wall. All the threats in the world couldn't help him remember how long they stayed like that - the rush of Gwaine's words bleeding into the kiss, his arms on Merlin's waist, pulling, the same way Merlin was still pulling at his shirt. Eventually, though, they did part, staring at each other for a moment, still close. By all accounts, Merlin was sure his eyes were more questioning than Gwaine's, even if he had been the one to make the first move. "The man, something, uh, green around his belt, rough looking, scar above his eyebrow, is he still there?" the knight asked, quietly, glancing back at his lips somewhere in the middle of the sentence, almost making Merlin lose his train of thought. He peeked around Gwaine, looking for the man, scanning the people walking by. "Nope, I think you're good," he replied, giving a weak laugh, as he let his head fall back against the wall behind him. "Ah, well, that's good then," Gwaine smiled, teeth and all, before leaning back in and planting another kiss - much shorter this time - on his lips, "thanks." Once the other had moved away, his own back pressed against the wall now too, Merlin turned his head to look at him, clearing his throat: "Do you want to tell me what that was about?" "Just a man that may or may not hold a grudge against me." "A grudge?" he gasped, "Against you? That's just-" Gwaine cut him off by bumping Merlin's shoulder with his own, the two of them laughing. "Don't tell me you were afraid, Gwaine," Merlin pressed. "Oh, Merls, you know I'm a lover, not a fighter," he beamed. Merlin just looked at him, unamused. "Besides, my ribs are kind of sore from training this morning," Gwaine placed a hand on his left side for effect, eyes squinting. "I'm not kissing you next time you want to skip a fight," Merlin replied, without even looking at him, smiling. "That's alright, next time you can kiss me because I've won the fight."

[ganondoodle]

(botw2 - totk rewritten)

a rough version for some diary entries (with some rough pictures, unsure if it would be shown like this or if it would be -current- zelda or someone else reading it)

(edit: i should start adding that im now putting everything for this rewrite on @totk-rewritten from now on, since, while its not all done yet and still changes, the biggest stuff i feel pretty confident with now)

[julesnichols]

Okay okay we all know how God tier the idea of Mark Scout/Helena hatesex is, but hear me out:

What about Mark Scout wanting to be rough with Helena, but being incapable of it? What about him becoming increasingly frustrated with himself because he can only be gentle with someone whose company ruined his life, as far as he's concerned?

[chocolate-mallowmelt]

new wicked fic in the works??? 👀👀👀

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Meet Up

We are so close you all! So so so close :3 @spotaus get in here friend :D

It is so nice to just uplaod the first drafts of these drabbles! :D Makes them so easy to make and finish <3

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Killer runs straight home and doesn’t bother to act as if he has a normal monsters stamina. He needs to get home now and warn the others.

He is so lucky that Ellie kept him out of sight from Dream and Blue.

Because apparently those two are here now!

How did they even find them?! Especially as Ellie told him that she thinks they are looking for them.

Yeah no kidding! Killer didn’t even bother to deny it as he muttered he just needed to get home. Ellie advised him to go behind the buildings as that is mostly out of sight and should keep him hidden and out of sight.

Killer quickly set off to get home.

He is by now just running through the forest and going full speed. The LOVE in him making it easy to keep running for long times and boosting both his speed and his stamina.

He gets out of the forest in their area and rushes into the house.

Killer searches and relaxes as he sees Nightmare right in the nest where he should be. Nightmare seems to be scribbling in his little journal.

Horror walks out of the kitchen and he looks around worried himself “Crop just called.”

Killer nods as he pants “Dream and Blue are in town.”

Nightmare freezes and looks between them panicked.

Killer goes to Nightmare’s side and looks at Horror “Cross and Dust?”

Horror speaks “should be in the garden. I will get them.” and he goes outside.

Nightmare whines softly and Killer quickly pulls Nightmare close “It is okay tiny boss. No one is going to get you.” No one. Killer is going to allow anyone to touch their baby. Nightmare is their just as much as they all are Nightmare’s.

Horror returns with Cross and Dust and they all sit in the nest as they discuss what just happened.

As expected Dust immediately went around to close all the curtains and check the locks while Cross looks anxious “What if they find this place? I know we are hidden but everyone in town knows where we live. What if someone believes them and sends them our way?”

Horror shakes his skull “They won’t. Crop and Straw are going to make sure people don’t say stuff and they know not to talk about other people’s personal stuff.” Horror has yet to stop rubbing Nightmare’s tiny skull to reassure him.

Nightmare just stays plastered against Killer’s front. His souls is getting slightly squished between them but Killer doesn’t mind and it feels nice to feel Nightmare that close.

Dust nods “We stay inside. Stay quiet and lay low. Keep an eye out. We already did the big harvest and sale anyway. We can afford to hide before we need to prepare the farm for winter.”

Killer nods and grins at Nightmare “That sound okay baby? Just relax and cuddle in the nest together?”

Nightmare looks a bit unsure still but nods as she nuzzles closer to Killer and a part of Killer melts at the sight. Killer holds him close and purrs softly “That is it baby. Just let us worry about these type of things okay?”

Their phone rings in the kitchen and Dust stalks over to it before picking it up but not saying a single word. He listens for a moment before speaking “Crop.” He listens again and gives a small nod “You two can come by.” And he hangs up quickly afterwards.

They remain near each other as they talk about possible ideas on how to keep an eye out but not run the risk of being spotted. They quickly settle on that Cross can go around to check things while invisible but that he shouldn’t engage any combat. They are just discussing if Cross can keep someone else with himself invisible for long times when they hear a knock on the door.

A quick check later and they invite Straw and Crop in.

The two brothers tell them what happened with Blue and Dream in town and confirm that they are very obviously looking for them.

Straw slowly holds up a package of papers “I do think you may want to read these.”

Dust frowns and takes them to read through quickly together with Cross.

Straw nods “For what we could see. They seemed honest about it all! Even if they are rather pushy in the way they go about it.”

Crop walks out of the kitchen where he cleaned up some groceries “The others in town all agreed the two are shifty and not to be trusted.” Then a bit more amused “Heads up. They also kinda assumed that either or both of them are Nightmare’s other parent.”

Dust freezes and makes gagging noises at the very idea while Horror chuckles and pats his back.

Cross pouts as he crosses his arms and mutters about Dust being way out of their league and Killer snorts as he nuzzles Nightmare “Better for us. Makes everyone want to keep the two away from us with all the ground work we laid concerning the ‘other parent’ and how they were messed up.”

Nightmare just shrugs as he stays close with Killer.

Dust focusses back on the papers and frowns “Are they for real with this?”

Crop shrugs “We aren’t sure. They seemed honest but we can’t check the multiverse stuff easily.”

Killer frowns as he takes the paper to read through it with Nightmare as the others discuss ways to check if they really are truthful about it.

The announcement that Dream hadn’t done his job right. How Nightmare had been right. That Nightmare had never been a danger to the multiverse. How Dream had made things more complicated and how he should never have involved others into the mess.

How Dream never was a god of positivity and that he misunderstood his job. How the balance has been restored and so Dream won’t interfere with it anymore as it also is no longer his actual job.

Just lists upon lists of him going around and making sure everyone who knew about them knew the new truth.

It is so much.

Killer frowns as he sneaks a look at Nightmare. Nightmare just stares at the reports. His face blank.

Oh no.

Killer frowns and pulls him close “Nighty?”

Nightmare just stares at the reports “I told him this so many times… So long ago… why… why didn’t he believe me?” and he just looks at Killer sadly “Why did he never believe me?”

Killer frowns and holds their babybones close “I don’t know Nighty. I really don’t know.” He doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t know what Dream was thinking or why he did what he did. All Killer knows is that their baby needs support and love and he can give that.

Dust joins their side and holds Nightmare’s hand silently. Just being there.

Cross looks at Horror “So how do we keep them away?”

Horror frowns as he clearly thinks before answering “We can’t. If they are still doing this after all this time? There is no dodging this. We will need to at least meet up to get them to stop.”

Cross looks deeply unhappy and Killer agrees.

Cross sighs and nods “How do we want to do that?”

Horror thinks before getting a small smile “I have an idea. We will also need to contact Error.”

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Killer watches the empty road a few cities further along. He checks his phone for any new messages. It is still just the message he send the two Stars with this location and them sending back they are on their way.

Killer looks back at the street and quickly hides further behind the tree.

Dream is rushing up the road as he looks from side to side. Blue close behind him.

Killer mutters softly “They are here. You ready?”

Cross answers from wherever he is hidden “Ready.”

Killer would do the talking and Cross will be his backup in case he needs it. While they confront the Stars Dust and Horror will talk with Error about hiding this universe.

Easy does it. Blue and Dream walk by his hiding spot and Killer goes to the other side of the tree and just leans against it. His knife out. “what do you two want?”

Dream turns quickly and smiles “Killer! I am so happy to see you!” he takes a few steps but Killer holds his knife out aimed at him.

“Yeah. I can’t say I feel the same. What the fuck do you two want with us? I thought we made it clear that we didn’t want to see either of you the last time we met up?” Killer twirls his knife around as he makes sure to look unimpressed.

Dream frowns but takes a deep breath and steels himself “I want to see Nightmare. I want to see my brother. And I know if anyone knows where he is it is you four.”

Killer laughs and shakes his skull “Nah. You can go back to sniffing and shitting out good deeds. You are not going near boss.” Like hell Killer is going to allow Dream to come near Nightmare.

Dream glares at him and takes a step closer. Killer can hear Cross get his knife out somewhere near him. Dream clearly can’t see him as he glares at Killer “I know things have been rough. And I know I made mistakes. But I have been fixing those and actually making things right. I want to make things right with Nightmare. But for that I need to see him.”

Killer snorts “Just because you are selfish we should just lay over and let you get whatever you want? No.”

Dream glares at Killer “Really? What if Nightmare actually wants to see me? What if he actually also wants to talk about what happened? He wanted before. I am late and I know I was blind and acting stupid. But I want to listen. I want to hear what he has to say.” Dream takes a deep breath to calm down again as he keeps looking determined “I need to see him.”

Killer glares and hisses out his answer “No. You are not going near him.”

Dream glares right back “Like it or not but we are brothers. We are twins. We are both gods. We are always going to be connected in some way. Keeping us separate may just cause more trouble.”

Killer glares as he holds out his knife “Are you seriously trying to threaten me?”

Dream shakes his skull “No! I am not trying to do that! I just…” he holds hugs himself close “Don’t you sometimes wish you got a second chance? To make up for what you did wrong? For the pain you caused?”

Killer feels himself freeze. He has no doubt that Cross isn’t doing much better.

Dream just keeps talking “I know I messed up. I messed up badly. I just… I just want a chance to make things right. And I have done that for the multiverse… but I haven’t apologised yet to Nightmare. That is all I want Killer. I just want to see my brother and tell him I am sorry. That I am sorry for everything.” He looks desperate “please… You guys have to understand that feeling.”

Killer doesn’t like this. This still seems like such a bad idea… Cross holds his hand and squeezes it. Full trust in his decision.

Killer groans as he looks to the side “We can discuss stuff… See if he even wants to see you or prefers to just keep you as a thing of the past.”

Dream smiles and moves closer “Thank you! thank you so much-”

“I am not promising anything.” Killer glares “I will ask everyone. However. If he says no. If he says he prefers to keep you as a thing of the past. We will respect that. And you will have to respect that as well.”

Dream looks pained and shakes his skull “But… But I want…”

Killer glares “I don’t give a flying fuck about what you want or how you feel. You abandoned him. You betrayed him. You hurt him. You never listened to him. Just because you now finally got your head out of your own ass doesn’t mean he owns you anything. Least of all a second chance.” Killer keeps glaring at the god. “Am. I. Clear?”

Dream looks pained but he nods.

Killer nods himself “Good. Now leave. You are causing more problems for this universe than you are worth.” He turns and starts to walk away “When we made a decision I know how to contact you.”

A moment of silence until “At least tell him I am sorry… please… I need him to know that I am sorry and I want to do better…”

Killer stops but nods “Fine.” And he keeps walking.

This meeting could have gone better… Now to get home and let Nightmare decide what he wants.

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[hauntedwizardtree]

Snippet for fic I have not posted yet

This snippet is for one of my “Percy Jackson is Odysseus Reincarnated fanfics”

Sixty Seconds, Luke had said.

I stared at my hand, my heart pounding in my ears. My jaw clenched, fury simmering at the realization that once again I had been betrayed, been metaphorically stabbed in the back by someone I thought I could trust.

“Odysseus,” Zosime roared, crashing through the trees. Looks like she’s lost Luke. I shook my head, that didn’t matter.

How long had it been since I’d been stung? My arm was numb. My knees felt weak and I felt to the forest floor. Was this how I would die? Alone, no one to know what had become of me? My body left to the monsters to feast on, Zosime and I to wander the banks of the Styx for a hundred years to cross and return to my son?

My thoughts flashed to Penelope, to her daemon whose image had been carved into the bark of the tree that had been made from her dying body. Was she waiting for me there now? Or was she stuck, waiting? Had any of the campers thought to preform funeral rites for her? Could I die without knowing if she was safe with Telemachus in Elysium?

“Percy,” Zosime whimpered, grabbing my shirt with her teeth and dragged my fading body toward the water, dropping me beside the river before falling to lay at my side. “Odysseus, focus please!”

I looked up at the trees. There was no way I could get help in time…unless.

With as much of my strength as I could muster, I shouted “Athena!”

A blinding light filled the clearing, pushing against my darkening vision.

Athena knelt beside me, her gray eyes wide with alarm. “Odysseus?”

“pit…scorpion,” I gasped.

My patron stared at me, her jaw clenching and I saw rage flash over her face.

“you will not die here,” Athena snarled, her form beginning to glow dangerously. “I will not let you die here, my warrior, my son. Do you hear me Odysseus? You. Are. Not. Dying.”

My vision was starting to go dark, and the venom had to be making me hallucinate as I thought her voice sounded broken, like she was crying. But that was ridiculous

The last thing I am sure I remember was her hand slamming against my chest, something warm and cool at the same time, rushing in, seeping through my skin and wrapping around my heart and brain as the poison tore through my body.

[magnolia-sunrise]

experimenting with ways to share bits of background info that hasn't organically come up in my art yet! i think i enjoy this format 💭

[brynnmclean]

(crawls in, lies down) hi, it is somehow Wednesday again and I wrote 3k in a week (wild for me) -- here is the WIP Wednesday post for the Hellblade fic (thank you to @laurenplayspeople for the suggestion on which part to share, this chapter 6 is never ending!!!):

Not all of the Vestmenn are awake in this early morning. A few paces away, another table and barrels have been arranged in a way that reminds Thórgestr of a fence to keep predators away. Four of the slaves sleep in a protective ring of pallets, while Ástríðr sits on a bench near them with the protective energy of a hound keeping watch over a flock. Her spear is in close reach. She cocks her head at Thórgestr when he looks over, a silent acknowledgment of his presence before she turns back to the quiet work of stitching tears in a basket of clothing. He isn’t fool enough to think she has dismissed him and that he is not watched as a half-starved, rangy wolf wandering into the field. Care is needed or she will drive him off. Senua’s knee knocks into Thórgestr’s thigh as she sits down next to him and passes over a bowl. Fargrímr sets a pitcher and small cups in front of them and sits down next to Iseult. He also follows Iseult into her mother tongue and, to Thórgestr’s chagrin, he sounds far more comfortable speaking it. “It is good to see you out here, Thórgestr,” Iseult says. “I will be looking over wounds after the meal—and that includes you,” she slants a sharp glance down the table at two other men, “Audunn and Niall. Niall, don’t tell me your leg is fine, I saw you limping when you got up.” Niall—a young man of perhaps seventeen winters—scratches his patchy beard and shifts his outstretched right leg closer to the glow of a brazier. “Ahh, Iseult, it’s only the cold of this damned place leeching into the bone. The fire has already warmed me.” The other man who had groaned at Iseult’s attention is older, hair grown out from a close shave the way Thórgestr’s has. He shakes his head now and adjusts the ties of a sling that cradles his injured left arm. “No use arguing with her when you can’t run away, Niall,” he says with some good humor. He looks at Thórgestr over the rim of a wooden mug with an expression that almost looks like an invitation to commiserate. Thórgestr risks another smile and casts it out in his direction, carefully pronouncing, “Iseult is better friend than foe. Audunn and Niall, was it? I am Thórgestr. How do you fare?” Niall’s eyes widen and he digs his heel into the stone floor, mutely scraping the last of his breakfast into his mouth. Audunn is the one who answers. “Cold and hungry and hurting, same as you, though not as finely dressed. Thórgestr. You were the chieftain’s son, were you not?” Thórgestr does not flinch outwardly, but only because he has been bracing himself for this. For a moment, he feels his father’s heavy hand gripping his shoulder, but Senua’s knee is still pressed against his leg beneath the table and her touch prevails against the shadow of the past. You’re with me. “I was,” he tells Audunn. “We severed ties.” “Your father nearly severed you,” Iseult says, pushing a plate of bread and dried fruit across the table. “Save talk for later and eat something.”

Again, too tired to tag specific people, so if you're reading this and am writing something, feel free to play along and tag me so I can read your excerpt!

[rahabs]

Well, on the upside, Veilguard’s absolutely horrid writing and utter lack of meaningful roleplay mechanics made me appreciate Inquisition’s already watered-down writing and roleplay mechanics.

[rxttenfish]

honestly, if i could just get every scene in this chapter written already and move onto editing/rewriting/polishing then it would be so much easier.

[rainbowcarousels]

I think it'll still be a while before it's ready for public view but here is a quick look at what I'm working on:

Finally, seven or eight people later, Genesis stepped onto the mats. Angeal couldn’t hear what they said to one another, but if Genesis was freaking out as much as Angeal had been, he wasn’t showing it.  Then they were off and Angeal’s heart rose to his throat because while they’d seen a handful of people who were strong enough to wait out the fight, he didn’t think they’d seen anyone as fast and downright springy as Genesis tended to get when he fought. It was far too close combat, Genesis’s sword screeching as he peeled down the SOLDIER’s and sent sparks into the air but he was dodging instead of fighting head on. At one point, Genesis even used the SOLDIERs arm as a jumping off point to get away from the SOLDIERs blade. It was insane to watch, like he was on fast forward on that video player he had back home. Genesis may not have been weak, but he knew he was smaller in stature than a lot of the people here and he wouldn’t hold up with brute force alone. He was relying on speed and it seemed like it was going well as minutes ticked by. Then it happened without Angeal even really registering how: Genesis’s sword glowed red and fire spat upwards, despite the fact there were no materia on him that could allow that. It wasn't allowed for SOLDIER candidates, just for the SOLDIER operatives and he knew that. People ran backwards as the fire ripped across the mats, only stamped out by it being turned to ice by the SOLDIER who was now sat on the floor of the hall with a bewildered expression. Not in time though; the sprinklers activated and half the room began to file out while others stood around getting wet while trying to figure out what had just happened. Surely Genesis hadn’t brought materia in with him knowing it wasn’t allowed, he had to know better than that, that it would jeapordise everything –  Genesis had fire materia in his hand.  He was playing with it. Angeal was going to murder him on the spot. “That’s cheating!” proclaimed one of the other candidates. “You’re not allowed to bring materia in. That’s disqualification.” “I didn’t cheat,” Genesis said, walking over to him. Scratch that, he was going to have to save Genesis from getting murdered right here and now so Angeal went running to get between them as Genesis held the materia out to the squatting SOLDIER. “You lost this.” The SOLDIER stared at him before turning around his bracer to reveal – yes, there was an empty slot. “You took my materia? You unequipped my materia?” “There’s no rule against that,” Genesis said brightly, as if they were not standing in a scorched room and getting increasingly soaking wet because of his insane idea.  “And you were on your ass for a lot longer than a three count. That means I win, does it not?”

[xensilverquill]

hey i will send this Haunted Bong Object to anyone who can cover the cost of shipping

[spareham]

me on my hands and knees pleading w my brain: ITS ONLY BEEN 5 DAYS... LET ME REST LET ME BREATHE

[call-me-cosmic]

Josep, Fiona, and Cluck 🤍

I’ve been working on my book and, while writing about Josep caring for his chickens, couldn’t stop thinking about him giving these two some cuddles 🐔

•

‘ The hens clucked happily as Josep worked, two of the more playful of the flock pecking at his pants and making him laugh.

“Yes, yes, rest assured, I’m not forgetting you.” He said, reaching down to smooth his hand over both hen’s soft, thick brown feathers. Fiona and Cluck were a pair of surprisingly affectionate Brybeckian chickens who every day, without fail, would tug and peck at Josep until he pet them and showered them with loving attention. None of the chickens were aggressive, as Brybeckian’s were notoriously laid back, but only Fiona and Cluck required so much doting. ’

[psychotic-nonsense]

------ TW For Body Horror ------

The Party was going to find out about The Board soon enough. Best it be by Vecna's own hand.

He launched each of his Generals individually over the past few weeks, allowing them to freely attack the useless military and letting their presence haunt the town's civilians. Taking care to keep The Party away from witnessing or interacting with the destruction.

He briefly gained control of one insignificant journalist, ordering it to document each of his Generals. Takes information from both his own intentions and The Imprisoned's explanations and discoveries. Orders it to lure in the two main researchers from The Party with it, and to hand all of the information over.

As the exchange happens he turns to the others. Left behind somewhere in the town, weakened and exhausted in mind and spirit. It's the last part of his plan, to show The Party themselves the control he holds over those they killed and abandoned.

And there is only one who will believe him outright.

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Close ups)

The Innocent: those who died simply for being near The Party at the wrong time

The Ignorant: those who died fighting against The Party's efforts to stop the Upside Down

The Intellect: those who died fighting for The Party's survival

[ Vecna's Generals AU Masterpost ]

[blindmagdalena]

can we get any sneak peaks of chapter 9 of EYE 😅 fic is so good, i cannot wait to read more!

thank you so much! i really can't express how much it means to me that y'all love that fic so much. it has my whole heart and soul! and i am sorry it's taking so long to get to chapter 9. now that i'm breaking away from canon, i have to do a lot more plotting, and there's a lot more characters to write. i'm much better at interpersonal writing than i am... you know... actual Stuff happening 😅

here's a peek at Layla struggling to entertain Ryan while he's trying to suss out whether or not she's anything like his dad's last disaster of a girlfriend.