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[jaskwritesthings]

Shadowgast daemon au?

tags: alternate universe - dark materials, canon complaint, suggested canon torture

(ao3)

notes: abbil = trusted, friend

“Frumpkin is a familiar, yes?” Essek asked, the question had been bubbling under the surface for quite some time and there was something about the warm low light of the tower library that allowed space for bravery to blossom. Usually it manifested in sitting closer to Caleb or reaching out for the warmth of his touch. Today it appeared it was a less pleasurable pursuit that had won out.

Caleb stilled, unnaturally so, “Ja.”

“Your daemon…” Essek trailed off, unsure how to proceed. There were certain things you just didn’t talk about in polite society, kept for the dark corners and hushed over near empty wine glasses with disgust. The persistent rumour of the Empire’s severing of daemon’s kept many a drow child awake at night but Essek had only learned the truth of it in his interactions with the Cerberus Assembly. He suspected Caleb had been subjected to such a horror but he hoped, he prayed, that Caleb would take this opportunity to trust him with his daemon.

Caleb didn’t move but there was a subtle shift in him that froze Essek’s heart. He already knew the answer when Caleb responded cooly, “Long gone.”

“I’m sorry Caleb,” Essek mumbled, the words feeling far too small to encompass the sorrow he felt for his partner.

“Ja, me too,” Caleb said just as emptily. The cold words plastering over the cracks that Caleb was trying to conceal. Essek could still see them, wished he could soothe them somehow.

“Does it hurt still?” He asked and Caleb closed the book he’d been studying softly. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. Still so much of their relationship was trepidation, feeling out the boundaries and the pit falls and trying so hard not to snap like a cornered animal when one was stumbled upon. Essek knew he was pushing at Caleb’s defences but if he didn’t he wouldn’t know how to help him and he so badly wanted to help him.

“Like a phantom limb,” he admitted thickly.

“Is there any way I can help?”

Caleb smiled weakly, “I am well.”

Essek frowned, suddenly understanding Beauregard’s urge to violence as a sign of affection, “And I would help ease any pain you carry Caleb Widogast.” He stated fiercely and it seemed to catch the Empire wizard off guard.

“Touching another's daemon can provide comfort,” Caleb offered quietly after a few moments of shocked silence.

“The Nein?”

“Ja they have allowed it but it is not always comfortable for them.”

Essek could imagine, Verin had always been free with his touch as a child and Essek had not always welcomed it. Found it suffocating at times and even painful on occasion, the vulnerability of it left Essek feeling far too exposed. He wished he’d been more accepting of it, perhaps it would have made reaching out to Caleb and the others far easier. He struggled, the tug of war between begging for comfort and denying to protect himself, a constant battle held in his chest, often stealing his breath.

And as much as every fibre of his being rebelled at the idea of revealing such a weak spot, he wanted to help Caleb more. An urge that had grown stronger the more time they spent together. Something that leaked out into every aspect of his life like an invasion of weeds aided by Caduceus’ gentle coaxing across a barren wasteland.

“Would you like to hold Abbil?”

Caleb paused, blinking in confusion, “Abbil?”

Essek didn’t blame him, as much as there were rumours around the empire, there was plenty of propaganda against the dynasty. Propaganda they’d used to their advantage. It wasn’t well known beyond the borders that those of the dynasty, just as their counterparts in the empire, had daemons. Many were under the misconception that Drow especially had none. And Essek’s own daemon was well hidden at all times.

This would be the first time he’d admitted to having, let alone naming, his daemon to an outsider. He trusted Caleb but that didn’t stop the urge to take back his words, to deny and distract. Abbil rubbed one of her furry legs along the back of his neck comfortingly before she took the initiative as usual and poked her way out from under his collar, blinking her many big black eyes at Caleb.

“If your cat tries anything I’m sending him back to the Fey wild,” the tarantula grumbled, already scuttling across the back of the sofa to Caleb.

Caleb chuckled, the sound thick with emotion that Essek wouldn’t name or draw attention to for Caleb’s own dignity. The first touch of one of Abbil’s legs against Caleb’s neck sent an electric shiver down Essek’s spine. Something he couldn’t even attempt to hide.

“Uncomfortable?” Caleb asked with a sad smile, clearly expecting Essek to take Abbil back.

“Unexpected,” Essek settled on, trying to ignore the heat high in his cheeks and low in his belly. It reminded Essek of the time Caleb’s hand had accidentally landed high on his thigh as he ranted about a newly released thesis in transmutation. Essek could recall nothing of that discussion but he could tell you in great detail how warm Caleb’s hand was, the way he squeezed his thigh whenever his temper rose as though to anchor himself from standing and pacing. Essek would never admit to how badly he wanted Caleb to squeeze enough to leave a mark, leaving little fingerprints of deep purple for him to admire later. He hadn't, of course, always gentle to a maddening degree with him, but the desire had lingered long afterwards and had taken several days to shake.

“You do not have to -“

“Unexpected but not uncomfortable,” Essek quickly cut off, least Caleb martyr himself by moving away from Abbil and taking the delightful crackling feeling with him.

“No offence mein schatz but you do not look comfortable,” Caleb argued.

“It is not uncomfortable in the way you think…” Essek mumbled embarrassed, shifting in his seat to alleviate certain frictions…or perhaps heighten them.

“How…oh,” Caleb’s cheeks darkened quickly.

“Quite,” Essek cleared his throat.

“Idiots,” Abbil chastised as she burrowed under Caleb’s collar.

[glossolali]

Widomauk, pirate au, enemies to lovers

"You surprise me, Captain Widogast. And not for the first time."

Mollymauk stares the human down in challenge, sharp smirk on his lips, twin to the sharp dagger at his own neck.

Sky-above-sea blue eyes burn, he gets slammed against the wall behind him, and the dagger falls aside as he receives the burning kiss Caleb presses against his lips with a laugh.

send me a pairing, an AU setting and a trope, and I'll write you a 3 sentence fic!

[spottedenchants]

Show me sin/don’t get stuck? 👀👀

Oh yes this is a fun one, part of Eiselcross is for Lovers, Aeor is for Wizards- one of my older WIPs :3

Here's a newer section of it:

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“In Undercommon, both Wynandir and Kryn, ‘guilt’ and ‘regret’... they are ‘kreth’el’, the concept inherently tied to beginnings, newness. Repentance, even.”

Caleb stares, a knowing flick in his eyes. Essek lets his honesty sit- what much else does he have to hide?

“So why, I ask, is the term for the concept so different, if we assume the same origin?”

“You are suggesting avalir and savalir came after the split?”

“I have not heard of this place, despite my prior studies into the Age of Arcanum. Wouldn’t it make an interesting story?”

“You are studied in this, specifically?”

It’s not a blaze in Caleb’s eyes, the curiosity that parades off his tongue, but something softer. Enticing. A hearth in the heart of winter.

“Not for some time, though it still interests me, hence-.”

And Essek gestures wide to their unchanged surroundings once more. Perhaps free confidence is childish and Essek a fool, some creature wanting to be seen by any means, even in the wavering light of intrigue.

Caleb’s eyes stay to him, not around.

So, then again, maybe not.

~

Send me an ask with the WIP title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it.

[quinn-of-aebradore]

WIP Title Ask Game

the rules are: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @spottedenchants and @milfpercyderolo

Aeor fic that needs a name

don’t be a stranger

 home again, home anew

I wanna watch the universe expand

rest, sweetheart (i’ll take care of it)

a promise, for the future

darling child, tell me what it means to be brave

for the good of your people and light

you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters (never have you spotted land)

pieces of a broken heart

born of fire under starlit skies

No pressure tags;

@viciousmollymaukery @awesomefrogofawesome @glossolali @rainbowcaleb @rainydaydecaf 

[mollymauktealeef]

this or that (trope edition)

tagged by the ever wonderous @tarydarrington

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tag you're it: @callingvoicemail @foxqueen-katarian @glossolali @milfpercyderolo @quinn-of-aebradore @viciousmollymaukery @spottedenchants

[delilah-briarwood]

I am very emotionally attached to my current url and haven’t changed it in five years. However, every day a little piece of me is tempted to change it to @milfpercyderolo

[delilah-briarwood]

@milfpercyderolo

Commission of vax and molly

I can't wait for cr to return this week

[hotboiessek]

WIP title challenge

the rules are: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

soooo none of these are for fanfic BUT they are fic i wrote for my dnd campaigns sooooo they kinda are ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@milfpercyderolo tagged me and i think also tagged everyone else who i would as well

[jaskwritesthings]

Shadowgast roller skating?

tags: modern day, no magic, disabled character

(ao3)

Beauregard thumped him hard across the back of his head and Caleb saw brights sparks in his vision for a moment.

“Beauregard!” he chastised, rubbing at his sore skull.

“Have you heard anything I’ve said in the last five minutes?” Beau demanded, clearly already knowing the answer. He knew it too but he was damned if he was going to admit it to his violent friend and risk further injury.

“Of course!”

“Really? Cause it seems like you been trying to undress Thelyss with nothing but the Force for the past ten minutes,” Beau said, tipping her head towards the object of Caleb’s focus with a sharp nod.

“I am not!”

Beau rolled her eyes, ignoring his loud denial, “What is about him skating around the rink that makes you so stupid anyway?”

“He’s very graceful,” Caleb muttered. Graceful, it was an understatement really. Caleb watched Essek more than he would like to admit to anyone, including himself, it was quite pathetic really so Caleb pretended it wasn’t as bad as it was. Clearly he wasn’t that good of a liar if Beau was now taking it upon herself to confront him over his pining.

He really couldn’t help it though, Essek was enchanting. He always moved carefully from building to building, often with the aid of a cane, every footstep measured and rationed out to ensure the least amount of pain for him. He was almost military like in his tense gait, never faltering but never severe. It was both mindful and confident and demanded the respect of his peers in a way that always left Caleb’s throat a little dry.

But on skates…on skates Essek glided with the grace of an expert ballerina commanding the stage. All that measured movement threaded into just the right amount of push to fly around the rink with ease as though he was born to it. At times it looked like he was floating.

Caleb had walked into a knee height wall and then tumbled arse over head into the bushes the first time he’d seen Essek skating. A frankly embarrassing affair that no one had witnessed, thankfully.

Beau made a disgusted noise as Caleb went back to watching Essek. Now there was no hiding his true reason for sitting in the cafe there wasn’t any point in maintaining the illusion of small talk with his friend in favour of the more pleasurable pastime.

“Ask him out already,” Beau stated sucking the last dregs of her ridiculous iced coffee through a straw loud enough to draw the ire of nearby students attempting to work.

“Nein, I have not finished the thesis,” Caleb replied, chin in hand as his eyes followed Essek ducking and weaving around an obstacle course only he could see.

Beau groaned and thumped her empty coffee down on the bar hard enough to vibrate the wood and window, “For the love - your nerd foreplay is deranged.”

“Says the woman who was won over by poetry, there is a way to win the heart of a nerd properly,” Caleb smirked, catching the flush of Beau’s cheeks at the reminder. He noted she didn’t fight being labelled a nerd, a long way from when they first met and she refused to admit her own intelligence that rivalled his own.

“And what? You’re hoping he’ll read your little physics theory and it’ll make him wanna strip naked on a desk and say ‘take me I’m yours’?”

“Don’t be so crude,” Caleb scolded. Beau raised an expectant eyebrow at him. “…It should at least get me some one on one debating time,” he relented.

“Debating time, don’t you mean -“ Beau waggled her eyebrows as she leered at him.

“You have spent too much time with Jester,” Caleb grumbled interrupting her before she finished her perverted thoughts.

Beau chuckled, “Yeah and that’s how I know Thelyss changed his schedule so he can skate out here at the exact same time you take lunch.”

“Was?” Caleb turned to face his unperturbed friend who idly played with the straw of his finished drink.

“Jester basically bullied her way into Essek’s life as his new ‘BFF’ and they ‘talk’,” Beau shrugged all innocently, knowing full well she was aware of the importance of the information she was so kindly dropping on his lap with the subtlety of Frumpkin diving from the top of a kitchen cupboards onto his chosen victim.

“He…” Caleb trailed off turning back to look at Essek gliding around the park without a care in the world while Caleb’s world had been turned upside down over too sweet overpriced coffee.

“Ask him the fuck out already!”

“Why are you so invested in my love life?” Caleb demanded suddenly suspicious of Beau’s generosity in ill gotten information.

“There’s a pot and if I win not only am I robbing Kingsley blind but it’s enough cash for tickets to Yasha’s favourite band,” Beau admitted shamelessly.

“And I should assist you why?”

“Two reasons. One; I’ll split the pot with you. And two; Jester is growing bored,” Beau pointed out flicking him in the face with one finger and then another. It took a moment for the warning to settle into his mind. A bored Jester was a helpful Jester and Caleb didn’t relish the hijinks that would ensue when their resident prankster turned her full mischievous attentions on Caleb’s barren love life.

“Fifty-fifty,” Caleb declared as he practically threw himself from his seat, snatching up his coat and almost decapitating Beau with it as he fled the cafe.

“Eighty-Twenty, those tickets are expensive!” Beau yelled after him.

[jaskwritesthings]

Widomauk royalty au

tags: alternate universe, political murder and threat

(ao3)

Mollymauk had heard the stories, the whole bloody - and he did mean bloody and gory - tale of the Burned King. He knew how each rumour was told in hushed voices in quiet pockets around the land, tucked away behind hands held close to ears, lest they draw the eye of the Burned King and his wrath.

And what wrath it was.

Mollymauk had met with some of the former king’s council before, at events and balls, he knew how dangerous they were. Felt the oil on his skin just from standing near them. To bring the entire council to their knees so easily? Without a war or battle that left the land scarred? The Burned King was far more dangerous than any of the common folk realised.

He was also Molly’s last and only hope to survive his mad elder brother .

It wasn’t a secret how the people favoured Molly over his brother for the throne. Even Kingsley, barely walking, was a better choice in the eyes of everyone. Including their father. A mistake to have voiced it, Molly thought darkly. A part of him hated their father for dying, for leaving Molly with such a mess. Nothing but potential war, a younger brother who didn’t understand and an older brother hell bent on spilling their blood to ensure his right to the throne. He could have it, for all Molly cared. Of course what Mollymauk wanted didn’t factor into anything, it never had. Even a second son still had duties and demands on his person. Mollymauk had never really been free.

It was worse now. So long as he and Kingsley lived and breathed, ’s control of the throne would always have a weak spot. One his opposition would use to widen the cracks in his fragile rule.

Molly had no choice but to flee the murderous intentions of his sibling and to take Kingsley too.

The problem then was where to hide? Not with one of the council or a lord. They may be loyal to him and Kingsley, but brave? Not a chance. Not against . His brother inspired fear above all else.

So Mollymauk needed to hide with someone his brother feared. Which shrank the list considerably. Down to a single name if he was being honest.

The Burned King.

So here he was, standing tall, in fouled gaudy clothes gifted from a circus that had smuggled them across the border, in the throne room of the new king of the Empire.

Honestly with all he’d heard he’d expected - well - a burned king. Someone who’d earned their epithet. Someone scared or deeply disfigured. The Burned king was distressingly normal looking. Attractive even. With his copper hair and tidy beard and startlingly blue eyes. He was the type of man Molly liked to charm into dark corners of the ballrooms for a moment of ecstasy and freedom.

His appearance didn’t inspire the same level of lust as it should have…well it did but no one could claim that Mollymauk always had sense. But he did have enough sense to recognise the danger of a man whose title was not earned by obvious means.

“You are not what the tales suggested m’lord,” Molly pointed out without thinking about the consequences, cursing the idiocy that was apparently hereditary.

“And what do they say about me?” The Burned King smiled absent warmth or mirth. The two, frankly terrifying individuals, flanking his throne shifted subtly. The tense lines of their bodies making Molly sweat under his colourful coat.

“Many things O’Burned King,” Molly said, aiming for nonchalant and missing it by several miles.

“If you believe them, why come?”

“Who said I believed them?” Molly questioned, trying for a friendly smile but the hesitant way his muscles twitched couldn’t hide the lie.

“Am I so preferable to your brother’s reign?” The Burned King asked and he sounded genuine in his concern and curiosity.

Molly snorted, “Death would be more preferable to him but I rather enjoy life so here I am. Begging for you to take me and my brother in and keep us safe.”

“I don’t want a consort,” The Burned King stated and it was a rather shocking conclusion to come to that Molly hadn’t even really considered. Granted that was probably due to the starvation, lack of sleep and constant gnawing fear that had him jumping at every shadow. 

In retrospect it was the most logical option. The Burned King was, after all, courting war with by harbouring Molly and Kingsley. Might as well solidify his claim over the opposing kingdom while he was at it.

Mollymauk had always left the illusion of political marriage in the wake of his flirtations but had honestly no desire to follow through and settle down with any of the vapid princes or princesses he’d teased. He clung to every freedom his title allowed by the bloody tearing grip of claws.

The idea of marriage to the Burned King…wasn’t unappealing. He could be convinced. 

“Don’t you think we should have dinner first before talking about marriage?” Molly smirked, all fang and confidence that didn’t betray the shaking he felt. That at least got a chuckle from the Burned King and snort from the bigger of his guards, the tiny looking woman on his other side merely glared a touch more fiercely.

“Very well, dinner first,” The Burned King suggested brightly and Mollymauk felt himself relax by a degree for the first time in a long time.

[glitterinlowgravity]

(via @milfpercyderolo)

Man

C2 would lend itself So Well to a tv show adaption

Imagine seeing qhat the villains are up to the entire time

You can introduce essek sooner

Im obsessed w the hypothetical of mighty nein animated

[jaskwritesthings]

Shadowgast pirate au

tags: evil au

(ao3)

as per another of @milfpercyderolo asks saying i could switch up any to shadowidomauk, this one has been upgraded to not one but two purple boys with bonus EVVVIIILLL cause why not

There were certain…drawbacks to a seafaring route that wasn’t guarded by the Clovis Concord. The advantages suited Essek’s machinations but he had been aware of the hazards and had planned accordingly. Evidently not well enough given their current predicament. Either that or the gods conspired against him and Mister Widogast’s designs.

“So what is this pretty wee thing?”

Caleb and Essek remained silent as the renowned Ice Spinner of the Menagerie Coast teased a sharpened claw over the beacon’s casing. Mirthful ruby red eyes snapped to his two silent captives.

“Not one for talking are you? Easy on the eyes but empty behind them huh?” he teased, smile as sharp and as cutting as his words. Captain Mollymauk Tealeaf was notorious for drawing blood in every field after all.

Essek felt the growl in his chest, he pursed his lips to avoid rising to the obvious bait. Caleb’s eyes narrowed but neither of them spoke and Mollymauk threw back his head and laughed loudly at their small defiance.

“Well, at least you’re both interesting. I do hate boring prey.”

“What now?” Caleb demanded impatiently.

“Now? Now I take this pretty little trinket and you pretty boys and go back to my ship. What happens there is entirely up to you,” Tealeaf draped himself over the beacon as though he was a courtesan lounging temptingly over a chaise lounge. The intent was obvious and unsubtle but Essek rather suspected that pleasure wasn’t the only thing the pirate had in mind. 

“For you to torture?” Essek scoffed.

Mollymauk shrugged, “If that’s your kink darling, honestly I don’t judge.”

“And if we decide not to be your playthings?” Caleb prompted, bandage wrapped fingers twitching for his components pouch. Essek could almost see the hazy mirage of heat in his hands. Mollymauk’s ever present smirk darkened a little as he left the beacon on its makeshift podium (foolish and impatient of them, they should have waited until they were safe to begin their experiments) and sauntered over to Caleb. The large monochromatic woman nearby tensed in preparation for a fight. 

“You’re outnumbered and all alone on the high seas my little amber, it’s me or death and I think I’m much prettier than the Raven Queen,” he whispered seductively as he curled his fingers through Caleb’s ponytail.

Essek caught Caleb’s eyes, he wasn’t fond of the idea and it seemed Caleb was hesitant too though Essek noted there was the slightest hint of interest in his eyes. It left somewhat of a foul taste at the back of his throat he didn’t wish to name. He knew Caleb’s tastes had exceeded a singular partner in the past, it didn’t surprise him that a handsome pirate could catch his eye, he just found the possessiveness he felt unexpected and worrying. 

Caleb’s seduction had been a necessary but pleasant addition to their tenuous partnership. The dance of desire always held the sharp edge of a blade against his back. It was invigorating and an indulgence if he was being honest. Very few had stoked such lustful flames within Essek before and the glimpse of a fellow scientist behind the carefully constructed facade had been enough to intrigue Essek further than he should have perhaps gone.

Looking Captain Tealeaf up and down it wasn’t hard to see he was just a beautiful, fingers and neck adorned with ill gotten jewellery and skin tight pants that appeared more painted on than real fabric. His chest was delightfully revealed to all, an overconfidence in his ability to halt any foe and a self awareness of his own attractiveness that was just as cocky.

Perhaps a fun distraction for them to play with but Essek was mindful of the dangerous knife edge they balanced upon in falling into the famed pirate captain’s sheets.

Still, needs must and all that. And if Essek was in a generous mood he might even admit he didn’t fight the idea too hard.

“Only slightly prettier,” Essek commented and Caleb grinned dangerously.

[jaskwritesthings]

Hmmmmm widomauk stargazing?

tags: none

(ao3)

“Beautiful,” Molly whispered in awe. 

“Hm?” Caleb asked half aware of doing so, most of his focus was on his spell book and his declining supplies. It was the most frustrating part of his magic, so many spells to take note of and limited paper and ink meant he had to prioritise which spells held the most use. Something everyone had an opinion on. So the night watch allowed him to work on it peacefully without Beauregard and Jester attempting to bully him towards a particular spell, often one with limited use in the long run.

 “The stars Mister Caleb,” Molly elaborated as he poked Caleb in the thigh repeatedly with his very sharp finger nail, until he was sure he had most - if not all - of the wizard’s attention. 

Caleb blinked blearily, surfacing from his spell work and focusing on the tiefling and his conversation. He looked up at the blanket of night and the twinkling spread of stars cast overhead. It was not dissimilar to when Jester rubbed a hand coated in powdered sugar along her dark cloak, dusting the fabric with shimmers of sugar crystals. Pretty to be sure but didn’t inspire the same awe in him as it evidently did to Molly. 

But Mollymauk seemed to find beauty and wonder in everything, slowly infecting Caleb’s more morose disposition with his ever present showmanship and spectacle until Caleb began to smile more. It seemed as though Molly had taken on the challenge to coax Caleb out of his dark shell and into the light. Something Caleb hadn’t discouraged, he enjoyed Molly’s company and his undivided attentions a great deal. Who wouldn’t be delighted to be sought out by such a vibrent hedonistic person who seemed to be just as enamoured by you as you were with them. 

“Very nice,” Caleb offered half-heartedly, his mind still turned towards his book rather than Molly’s distractions. 

“Very nice? That’s all you have to say on the matter. Mister Caleb I was under the impression you were a learned man,” Molly teased dramatically.

“Ja, I am and in my intelligent opinion they are very nice,” Caleb smirked. 

“Cassiopeia would be devastated to hear she only inspired such a small compliment, though it would be fitting to her story,” Mollymauk noted, leaving the obvious hook dangling in front of the curious wizard knowing he would bite. 

Caleb sighed and closed his spell book, admitting to himself there wouldn’t be further work until Mollymauk had been satisfied, “Cassiopeia? I have not heard of that star.”

Molly chuckled, rolling over onto his side. His victorious smile was more than a little smug as he pulled in his prize, “A constellation Mister Caleb, not just a star.”

“Ah, so it has a story?”

“Quite so. An ancient queen who dared anger the gods with her boasting and now she clings to her throne upside down amongst the night sky,” Molly imparted with all the gravitas a true storyteller could summon. 

“And you can find her?” Caleb asked staring up at the stars again, wondering just how anyone could find the particular patterns that matched their ancient stories in such a endless expanse of gentle light. 

“Not this far south, she circles colder climes.”

“So what stories can you see this night Mister Mollymauk?”

Molly rolled back onto his back and tucked his hand behind his head as he observed the heavens with a narrowed gaze, “Hmmm, let’s see…Aha! Virgo, she was said to be the lover of the Raven Queen. A daughter of Melora that caught Death’s eye and heart.”

He pointed towards a section of the night sky dotted with glittering stars and Caleb wandered if he was being played by their resident shameless weaver of tall tales. It didn’t look like much more than a cluster of stars to him. “I have not heard that tale,” Caleb admitted. 

Molly turned to look at him, a growing smile gracing his face, “Should I tell it?”

“Does it end happily?” Caleb asked, not in the mindset to darken the mood even unintentionally. 

“Every story I tell ends happily Mister Caleb,” Mollymauk promised softly and Caleb wondered if that would be true for their story as well. The fragile flirting they enjoyed had the potential to shatter between them leaving deep cut wounds to Caleb at least, but it also had the potential for growth that frightened Caleb a little. Like a leap of faith into the unknown, part of him wanted it, part of him poked at the edges with long learned trepidation. 

But tonight, protected by the shadows of a cool night lit by stories that had survived beyond their original tellers, he saw no harm in leaping, if only for a night. 

“Then I would like to hear your story Mister Mollymauk.”

Molly grinned wide and brighter than the stars above them and began weaving his tale of great love and happy endings that warmed something in Caleb’s chest gently. 

[jaskwritesthings]

Widomauk dragon au

tags: none

(ao3)

“Do you have a tail?” Molly asked, bent over and looking around at Caleb’s arse as though one might suddenly appear if he invoked it.

“Ja,” Caleb chuckled, side stepping away from the tiefling as Molly followed, ignoring personal space as usual.

“We could tangle our tails together, like the tweens do,” Molly whispered into Caleb’s ear.

“I only have a tail when in my dragon form and it would be a little big to tangle with yours schatz,” Caleb laughed lightly, the sound still rough from lack of use but it was getting there and Molly was proud he’d played a part in coaxing the lovely noise from their resident wizard.

“Too big huh?” Molly leered, waggling his eyebrows as he smirked.

Caleb groaned, though partly in amusement so Molly counted it as a win, “Mollymauk.”

“I think I can handle you big boy,” Molly flicked his forked tongue past his teeth, grazing Caleb’s cheek impishly.

“Molly,” Caleb chastised, cheeks burning the same shade as his hair.

“Hey Deucy you got any moss I can shove into my ears?” Beauregard asked loudly.

“I don’t think it’ll help,” Caduceus admitted in his usual serene tone, apparently unbothered by the seduction occuring.  

“Dear Uk’otoa, please end me now, pretty please,” Fjord pleaded to his old patron only slightly seriously.

[spottedenchants]

Light? Dark? Miss? Here? Hold?

Hit for all of them! So here's some disjointed dialogue xD

“Catches the light differently.”

and

“We’ll be back before dark?”

andd

“I miss-.”

anddd

“Nice folk around here?”

andddd

“You know it resonates too much to hold another form long enough to pull it off.”

send me a word, any word, and if it’s in my WIP document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence or line it appears in

[spottedenchants]

WIP Title Ask Game

the rules are: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm posting the rules, I'm breaking the rules- here is a short collection xD

Where There Are Dreary Streets, Come Dance With Me

Show Me Sin, Don't Get Stuck

Does He Know / Do You Know

Love I Know Just Like the Ocean

So Brother, Walk With Me

We Should Explore Other Things

Not Forgive or Regret, but Open Up

Strong Enough to Hold My Own

That Ocean of the Unknown

No Shame in Being Sincere

The Fences We Mended

Like a Diamond to the Rough

Tags!!! (not obligatory!)

@milfpercyderolo @quinn-of-aebradore @delilah-briarwood @rainbowcaleb @glossolali @essekknits @jaskofalltrades @viciousmollymaukery @marymauk @valakiir @professor-rye @rainydaydecaf