#nem drabbles

[nemaliwrites]

some hecate Thoughts on waxwitch hehe

The boy-shade comes every day.

He’s gone by night, which is the only reason you allow it — or else you would have blasted him out of the Crossroads with nothing more than a crook of your finger, no matter who his father. 

You should, anyway. He’s nothing but a distraction. A hindrance. A danger, even; the green glow of Melinoë’s arm proves that, a lesson she’ll never forget. It’s one thing to have those wings on his back. Another entirely to use them. 

But there’s something you see in his eyes: hunger. Desperation to prove himself. All good things. Necessary things, the same that your ward carries with her in every step she takes. 

It is those who failed and still rise whose next attack is the strongest. You know that better than anyone —and when you’re finished with Melinoë, the Titan Chronos will learn that, too. 

For you, too, have fallen. Wax wings, the Scythe of Time, it’s all the same. Falling is falling. 

So you watch and you wait. If he hurts her, you think, you’ll rip those wings off his back yourself, magick be damned. But when he looks at her, it’s with respect. Head bowed, eyes averted. No blood left in his body, and yet he blushes all the same. 

It isn’t a distraction she uses him as, you see, but motivation. She pushes herself further at the cauldron — though careful not to overextend, not anymore. Spends every free moment she has in the training ground. 

It’s the sound you hear, though, that makes you pause. Around the boy-shade, the princess laughs. She sounds like her mother, like her father, like everyone whose company she should have grown up in had she not the misfortune to be stuck with you. 

She cannot defeat Time with a smile on her face. There is no place in a war for laughter. You should set her straight. Remind her of your task. Her task. 

But…

Laughter so seldom has a place here in the Crossroads. It is a safe haven — but it is not a home. No room here for happiness or love. Only anger. Only grief. Just more weapons to wield like these torches of yours. 

One red eye, one green. An unfinished portrait. A green arm. It’s all the same. Falling is falling. 

In the end, you stay your hand. After all, you were young once, too. 

[papiliovolens]

Minecraft Drabble

Fluffy had no idea how she got here. The open, wooden courtroom felt too large, and the fencing separating her from the plaintiff somehow felt too thin- as if her breath could knock it over. The others took their time to arrive and quickly filed in, taking random spots to stand vigil.

When Pancake spoke, the silent courtroom somehow became even quieter. "Fluffy, you stand before us today as the accused of attempting to steal Trickster from Nems. How do you plead?"

Fluffy gripped her shield, stopping herself from chucking it at Pancake. "For the last time, it is a misunderstanding-" she tried to argue for the tenth time when Apple and Snake scrambled behind her. 

"No killing each other in the courtroom!" Pancake demanded, slamming their hands on the podium.

Apple raised an eyebrow and swiftly yanked Snake from out under the awning. Before Snake could turn around, Apple whapped them with their sword, grinning as the damage registered.

Apple met Pancake's angered gaze smugly. "I'm not in the courtroom," they pointed out, just before Apple punched them in retaliation.

"Continue," Pancake instructed, nodding at Fluffy and ignoring the scuffle.

Fluffy took a deep breath. "Trickster hit me. I taunted him, and he misunderstood me-"

"ya said you like it, though," Trickster pointed out smugly, leaning their elbows on the fence cordoning off the plaintiff's side.

"Because I was trying to freak you out," Fluffy repeated. "And then Nems got mad at me."

"well," Nems interrupted smugly. "according to article 3, section 4, fuck fluffy." He tipped his skull up, eyelights shimmering with a mischievous glimmer that nearly matched Trickster's.

"period," Trickster added as an egg flew past his skull.

He looked over his shoulder at the chick that floated to the ground, and it clucked on him. Pancake stared at the newly birthed fowl and scowled, turning to scold whoever had thrown it, when five other eggs slammed into the podium, and four of them hatched into chicks.

Snake and Apple ignored the trial, seeming to forgo their sword fight to chuck eggs at each other. Pancake visually struggled to ignore them, closing their eyes to feign thinking as the orderly courtroom steadily devolved into a chicken pen.

Once Snake and Apple vanished from sight, Pancake nodded. "Alright. Well, since Nems and Trickster's relationship isn't technically canon-" Someone gasped from the audience. "The argument is null and void."

Fluffy rolled her eyes in relief as Trickster sighed in disappointment at the lackluster ending.

Another egg slammed into the ground and Snake scrambled through the room. Apple switched to their sword and, with a single swipe, Snake vanished in a spark of spoke, their items dropping the the floor like confetti. Apple straightened, grinning triumphantly, until they realized where they were and froze, looking up slowly at Pancake.

"New trial," Pancake decreed as a chick managed to climb up the podium. "I'm suing Apple for interrupting my courtroom."

"i'll be a witness," Trickster offered, raising his hand, a chicken slung under his arm.

"so long as no one flirts with trickster," Nems mumbled, stepping down from the podium and gently pushing a chick away with his foot.

"For the last time, it wasn't flirting!" Fluffy screeched.

[brainicusrotticus]

continuation of vace’s first medical appointment—

sol: okay. and your augment, please?

vace: well-endowed.

sol, regretting everything: …what the fuck does that mean.

vace: *leans back, smirks, subtly increases the manspread*

vace: …i think we’d both prefer i show you.

sol: …

sol: so, in about *checks watch* four minutes, i’m going to be squeezing your balls and asking you to cough. are you sure you want to lose this much dignity ahead of time?

vace: …what?

sol: great. i’ll step out of the room while you get changed. *sets the holofolder down in plain sight and leaves*

—and then, a few hours later, while sol is checking the announcement board—

tang: …why did anemone come into my lab to ask me all about penile fractures today?

sol: oh, vace tried to put the moves on me by claiming he’s above average. so i made sure to include in his chart that he’s at an increased risk for penile fractures.

tang: …the difference would be completely negligible, if one exists at all.

sol: yeah, i know that.

[phalaenopsus]

return of the third - an iwate drabble

They had grown old in his absence; and so had he. Rex had run off following every thrown bone, returning with sad puppy eyes; and they still took him back, no questions asked. "You know," Tammy whispered in his ear, "holding you this way makes me feel like you never left." Rex held his breath to keep himself from happy panting as he felt her voice his neck. "You better stay now." Nem's voice sounded from the other side. The bed dips under her weight as she sandwiched him between Tammy and her. "It's time for us to settle."

[nemesyaaa]

oh my sweet nat ?? i love your weird brain so much, filled with such pretty ideas ? elaborate this concept, i'm listening 👀 please the first picture...

💭 thinking about getting tipsy and piercing frat!Rafe’s ear at a party. — PIERCING MENTIONNED ??? 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

“you didn’t say it’d fucking hurt” — he's such a crybaby...

your tits in his face as you lean over him to see better in the dim bathroom light. — someone is lucky

“oh shit I think I accidentally did the left ear, you know what they say about the left ear…” and giggle as you leave him spiraling, googling “left ear piercing” but too pussy to rip it out when he realizes what it means… —LLZLDLZLDE NAT 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

i miss frat!Rafe :(((

💭 thinking about getting tipsy and piercing frat!Rafe’s ear at a party. it was his idea but as soon as the needle comes out he’s such a little bitch about it, grabbing your wrist like “you didn’t say it’d fucking hurt” and you roll your pretty eyes like “rafe that was literally just the ice to numb it…” he’s fine as soon as he sees how cute you are sticking your tongue out while you focus, your tits in his face as you lean over him to see better in the dim bathroom light. only after you’re done do you drunkenly slur “oh shit I think I accidentally did the left ear, you know what they say about the left ear…” and giggle as you leave him spiraling, googling “left ear piercing” but too pussy to rip it out when he realizes what it means…

[amethvysts]

DULCE, TAN DULCE — B. POLIDORI.

𖥻 sumário: sua primeira vez com seu namorado, blas. 𖥻 avisos: conteúdo +18! não foi revisado (nunca reviso pq we die like real men here)

💭 nota da autora: baseado em dois pedidos que recebi sobre o blas, escrevi isso aqui. inspirado no rei do sexo, gustavo cerati, o título é de canción animal hihi tá curtinho, mas até que não achei tão ruim. de certa forma, é meu primeiro drabble de smut, então, adoraria ouvir a opinião de vocês! espero que gostem! ♡

"Você tem que respirar, bebita," o lembrete do seu namorado vem acompanhado de uma risadinha, abafada pela pele da sua bochecha, por fazer questão de murmurar contra a sua pele. A trilha de beijinhos molhados é esquecida quando você se arrepia da cabeça aos pés, soltando a respiração que nem percebeu segurar junto de um gemido um tanto extasiado. "A gente mal começou e você já tá assim?". 

A provocação é respondida quando você, propositalmente, aperta o pau dele dentro de você, fazendo com que Blas quase engasgue com as próprias palavras, deixando um gemido atordoado escapar do fundo da garganta. O encara com uma sobrancelha arqueada, como se o desafiasse a dizer qualquer outra gracinha. 

É quando ele se afunda completamente dentro de você, te tocando fundo, mas tão fundo, que você é atingida pela certeza que o sentirá até o dia seguinte. As mãos seguram as suas coxas, empurrando-as contra o seu peito e o ângulo te ajuda a sentir cada centímetro dele. É viciante, entorpecedor, e você se pergunta porque levaram tanto tempo para fazer isso; não que fosse capaz de pensar a fundo sobre a questão, pelo menos, não quando o sente sair de dentro de você só para meter até o final de novo, se enterrando. Os suspiros e gemidos saem como uma sinfonia, acompanhando o ritmo lento das estocadas de Blas.

As mãos te apertam, te trazem para perto e te deixam colada as coxas dele, e os barulhos da sua buceta parecem deixar o ato ainda mais gostoso. Sente o peito esquentar e você precisa batalhar contra a própria vontade de fechar os olhos de prazer, só porque não quer perder a chance de continuar observando as feições de seu namorado, que parece cada vez mais entregue aos seus movimentos e a sensação de ser engolido por você, tão quente e necessitada. Os longos dedos caminham pela pele da sua coxa, caminhando pela pele úmida, subindo pela sua barriga e acariciando um de seus peitos, só por um tempinho, até ele segurar seu queixo. 

O tronco de Blas se inclina mais uma vez sobre o seu, os lábios pairando sobre os teus e as arfadas quentes de ar que escapam da boca dele te fazem choramingar, as sobrancelhas franzindo com força enquanto o encara por entre os cílios.

"Tão gostosa, nena," ele elogia, gemendo contra sua boca, ainda sem a beijar. Entre suspiros, os quadris dele se chocam contra os seus e, olhando para baixo, você percebe que as coxas dele estão ficando vermelhas pelo atrito. Blas percebe o seu olhar, e por mais que sinta falta de te ter o encarando com tanta admiração, sente a necessidade de implicar, "Tá vendo como você tá me engolindo?"

O jeito que a palavra sai dos lábios dele é imunda, e te tem gemendo que nem uma idiota por baixo dele. A visão, combinada com a sensação dele te fodendo, e os sons tão sujos que vocês criam juntos é o suficiente para te ter se contorcendo e ofegando. E também é todo o combustível que o Blas precisa para te deixar pior. O próprio prazer fica no passado quando ele vê os seus olhinhos revirando, e a única coisa que ele consegue pensar é que precisa te fazer gozar no pau dele. Torna-se uma necessidade te arruinar daquele jeito, ver seu corpo tremendo e as costas arqueando por causa dele.

Não que ele seja de ferro, porque toda vez que sua mão, esperta, puxa os fios cacheados ou quando você se contrai em volta dele, Blas tem que afastar o rosto do seu, só para respirar um pouco. Os dentes mordem o lábio inferior, a testa se franze e os olhos castanhos reviram, e os gemidos reverberam pelo quarto, tão carentes quanto os seus. E é em uma dessas em que seu namorado deixa a correntinha de prata que usa bater contra o seu queixo, conduzido pelo compasso das estocadas. 

Mais pela irritação de ter o acessório esbarrando em seu rosto toda hora, você se distrai ao capturá-lo entre seus dentes, segurando-o em sua boca e encobrindo os seus gemidos chorosos. Atento a todas as suas reações, mesmo que aparente estar envolvido no próprio prazer, Blas abaixa os olhos, curioso para descobrir porque você parou de soltar seus sonzinhos tão deliciosos. Surpreso, mas muito contente pela descoberta, o seu namorado não consegue esconder o quanto a visão o encheu de tesão. Ele ri, um tanto incrédulo, e te faz sorrir, também, ainda segurando a correntinha entre os dentes; e você pode jurar que consegue sentir o pau dele contraindo dentro de você. O sorriso de safada entrega que você sabe exatamente o que está fazendo com ele. E Blas não pensa duas vezes antes de colocar a mão na sua bochecha, te provocando com um tapinha de leve.

"O que que eu faço com você, hein?"

[trickingbell]

--Because she has to tell someone the truth, so they know, so they won't let her get away with it.

Sketchie arts made for Alatar's drabble Here which...aughauck..owie owie it's really nice. Hitting nem with a barrage of hammers that have my tears on them. shE SHOULD NOT BE IN THEEEERE!!!!!!!

[nemaliwrites]

prompt: fever breaking

“Only you, Wright,” says Miles, “could fall off of a burning bridge and walk away with nothing more than a fever.”

Wright mumbles, eyes half-open. Whatever medication they have him on must be strong. 

Stepping forward, Miles presses the back of his hand against Wright’s forehead. Warm, but not hot. He’s getting better, then. 

Before he even realizes what he’s doing, Miles lets his hand trail down to Wright’s cheek. This is ridiculous, he tells himself.

But when he moves to remove his hand, Wright reaches out, fast as lightning, to grab his wrist.

“Stay,” he mumbles, and Miles does. 

[brainicusrotticus]

the crucial event that tied doc!sol and vace together:

they set off for the subaqueous swamp. sol drives the transport vehicle, and brings a bag for storing samples. he practically forced a second bag on vace, but that’s alright because vace forced sol to carry a plaspistol, in addition to bringing his own plasrifle, stun gloves, and a hunting knife.

they get to the swamp, and go about doing their thing. vace gets a bit twitchy a few times, but sol gives him the stern “don’t shoot at shit unless we’re about to die” look, and it’s enough to settle him down.

they’re there for hours. sol darting from plant to plant, vace just following and keeping an eye out.

it gets within about two hours of sundown, which means they’re going to need to leave soon. there’s also a heavy looking storm moving in, so sol is trying to get some last readings from another new species of plant that seems to have solid healing properties.

vace seems on edge. he’s usually been quietly pacing about, always looking out for shit. but sol takes a quick breather from this plant, and realizes vace is standing very nearby, and very still.

something feels off, but vace can’t tell what it is. and that’s not good.

sol takes him seriously, because that’s what vace is there for. he unholsters his plaspistol (for show, because it’s not like he actually know how to use the thing), goes for a sample of this last plant, and then they’ll get moving back to the transport.

first rule of vertumna: it’s never just a plant.

this plant turns out to be the hook for a creature fairly reminiscent of a snapbladder. and the second sol touches it, the trap springs.

it gets a decent clamp on sol. across his left shoulder and chest. it’s clearly not sized for human prey, but it’s bite is strong enough. it’ll bruise, and its teeth break the skin, but it’s not all that worrying.

it lets go when vace fires some non-lethal shots into it, and scurried away. vace goes to check on the doc, who assures him that it’s all fine.

but they haven’t been unnoticed. all day, noctilucent has been keeping tabs on them. waiting for a good opportunity to strike. and what better opening than worried distraction?

but he’s mean. he aims for the hard hits.

he drops a tree on them.

vace manages to swing the doc out of the way, and takes the full force of a falling tree on himself. not that solane being present would’ve changed that, then they’d just both take the full force of a falling tree. and it would end much worse for one of them.

it’ll leave some bruises on him. might’ve even left a few small cracks in the bones. but this is vace. he’ll be fine.

there’s only one major problem.

his legs are pinned under it. and he’s strong, but not super strong, and it’s hard to get proper leverage when you’re face down on the ground. sol is managed to catch his breath after being thrown to the ground (really just failing to catch himself), and is about to get up and go to vace…

but noctilucent emerges from the bushes. still dripping, like he’d crawled right out of the swamp water.

(he did)

sol hasn’t met noct before, but he knows about gardeners from sym

particularly that there are a number of gardeners who want the whole colony gone. and who think “dead” is good enough.

and in this particular scenario? he doesn’t really get the feeling this is going to be a friendly chat. he wonders if noct was the one responsible for the looming stormclouds.

noct knows how to threat assess. also, he’s been watching them all day. he knows that one of these individuals knows how to use a gun, and the other is a goddamn nerd. so vace presently being stuck under a tree? means that problem can be dealt with immediately.

so noct goes to him.

and stomps on vace’s head with those ugly ass hooves of his.

but, it’s vace. he’s built different. it’ll leave a bump, and left a little split in the skin that bleeds a bit, but it’s probably not even enough for a concussion.

(sol definitely has that brief moment of “i just witnessed a murder” before he remembered vace’s augment)

but noct keeps going. he gets another 3-4 in before sol throws himself on vace, literally wrapping around noctilucent’s leg like an octopus. screaming for him to stop.

and noct backs up a step. mostly because he’s surprised by the sheer audacity sol is showing.

and sol covers vace’s body with his own.

he doesn’t know how to fight. his plaspistol isn’t in reach, he can’t see vace’s plasrifle, the only thing he has is the knowledge that gardeners don’t die when their body is killed. he isn’t a soldier.

but he has to be.

vace is out of it. he seems to be wavering on consciousness, but his legs are still stuck and he definitely has at least a concussion now.

sol is the only one who can help them right now.

he’s shaking and sobbing, pressed overtop of vace. he can see something like amusement in noct’s eyes, and it pushes him that much further.

noct leans down. he wants to meet this human eye to eye, to mock sol for this before he kills them both. he’s absolutely focused on the full-faced misery of sol.

it’s classic, really. a common trick used by magicians in old holovids.

misdirection.

noct doesn’t see sol work vace’s knife free of the belt. he isn’t as guarded with sol. this human has only ventured beyond the colony a handful of times, and has never shown any prowess for combat.

sol isn’t a threat.

and as the doctor, lightning quick, wraps a hand around the back of noctilucent’s neck and slices so deep he leaves a cut across his own palm, he wonders if noct will remember this. feel some primal unease the next time he sees solane. or if, like his recent memories, all sense of threat melts away with his body.

the sprinkling rain is starting to grow heavier. sol uses a thick branch to leverage the tree off of vace, and wishes desperately that he had the time to fully exam the damage.

but he doesn’t. utopia will probably realize something is wrong soon—probably sent a message to the transport when stratos picked up on the storm moving in, and is waiting for a response that indicates they’re heading back to the colony.

when it doesn’t come, she’ll report them as missing. normal protocol is a search and rescue party.

but the storm would make for hostile conditions. if it raises the water too much, there are parts of the road that’ll flood, and they might not even be able to get a squad to the swamp. unless the storm blows over in minutes (which is possible, if not likely), it’ll be nightfall or later by the time anyone can make it.

and nighttime isn’t a good time for a rescue squad. it just puts more people at risk. in most cases, they’d wait until day. rhett wouldn’t get any sleep over the worry and guilt, but he’d make the choice anyway.

except, maybe, for sol.

he’s a doctor. the only one who knows what to do besides instance. he has more old-school knowledge than instance, and a xenobotanist background. he’s valuable, and he hates knowing that. that someone might consider it worthwhile to risk other lives to save his own.

but others can be trained. medbeds can handle just about any problem, as long as they stay functional. rhett knows that, as much as he knows sol wouldn’t want others to risk themselves unnecessarily for him.

the doctor honestly doesn’t know what choice rhett will make, and doesn’t envy him having to make it.

(he’ll buy something nice for the security chief, if he gets out of this.)

(when. it has to be when.)

vace is conscious enough to move, a little. support his own weight, hopefully. but that’s about it.

sol gets him up, supports his weight on one side. vace has about eight inches and ninety pounds on sol, which is a fucking problem.

sol puts on his best rhett voice, and barks orders at vace. “time to push it, soldier! if you don’t, we’re both dead!”

he can’t honestly tell if it helped. he knows vace can’t do much. he knows he was mostly saying it for himself.

because if sol can’t manage this, they’re both dead.

they might get lucky. rhett might send a squad after all. nem might defy orders to come after them herself. dys might come for sol’s sake, with her or own his own. he might even get word to sym.

but sol can’t act like help is coming. can’t let himself do anything less than as much as he fucking can.

the sun has set by the time he gets them back to the transport, drenched and muddy and shaking. he barely manages to open the sliding door with one hand, and then has to lay vace on the floor from outside, get in, and drag him the rest of the way. he pulls wads of fabric from between his own teeth, put there to keep his teeth from cracking when he clenched it shut.

he can barely get the scraps out, with how tightly wound the muscles are. that’ll hurt in the morning.

(he’ll just add it to the list.)

he locks them inside the transport, and takes a chance to examine vace. he’s semi-conscious, definitely has a concussion. he can talk, a little, and vaguely understand context.

(he swears, mostly. given the context, yeah. sounds about right.)

the bleeding has stopped. there are some cracks in his skull, but nothing that feels imminently dangerous. already bruises and a hell of a black eye, and sol is pretty sure there’s a fracture along his left orbital bone. but those are all things a medbed can handle just fine. as long as he makes it to one.

sol straps vace into one of the bench seats, and gets the transport started. as expected, there’s several messages from utopia, and one from rhett. the storm interferes too much with comms for much to get through, but sol does what he can. a distress signal, canceled after three seconds. three seconds of silence, and then the signal sent again, canceled after three seconds. deliberate enough for them to know it’s a message.

he starts the transport home.

about ten minutes of slow travel down the road, it’s flooded. sol isn’t going to risk it, not after what he just went through. he parks them.

he unbuckles vace so he can lay the soldier down on the seats, and try to get some sleep. sol takes the floor, and sleeps in fits.

eventually, he jolts awake to the sound of a quiet drizzle.

he straps vace back in. he’s relieved to hear the mumbled complaints about ruining his sleep.

the floods come fast in the swamp, but they leave that way, too.

it takes another hour and a half, but eventually he sees the lights of the colony.

utopia and rhett are already at the outer post, pacing and watching the road. they see the approaching transport before the lookouts do, but not before dys and nem.

both of whom are sequestered right next to the security chief, and looking rather dour.

sol can see how much self restraint it takes to wait for the transport to roll in, and not just run to it.

as soon as it’s parked, someone starts trying to yank the door open.

(it’s locked and dead bolted, because sol wasn’t taking any chances.)

he unlocks it, and rhett yanks it open before sol can. all the doctor manages to say is vace’s name, before he’s being unbuckled and carried out in rhett’s arms.

held like a princess, limp and soaked in a way that makes his clothes and hair cling to him, vace looks like the kid he is. barely sixteen, too young to be dealing with this shit.

(they both are. hell, all of them are.)

sol doesn’t need help to move. he knows he looks like shit, but his adrenaline has been running so high for so long that he sprints ahead to prepare a medbed.

instance is waiting, but she knows someone who needs work when she sees it. she’ll be the one who cleans and cares for sol’s own wounds later, in the quiet silence of an active medbed. tang will uncurl from the corner where she’d been watching owlishly, to play the part of nursing assistant.

vace will be under for three days. it’ll heal all the worrying injuries, but sol knows the soldier can’t stand to spend forever in a medbed, even if he doesn’t remember it.

(and he doesn’t remember the medbed. but he does remember a surprising amount of that day. remembers the dissonance of hearing sol sobbing while also feeling deft fingers work his knife loose. knows noct died, and he couldn’t have been the one to do it. gets flashes of the slog back, of sol carrying him when he could only feel frustration at his weak, sluggish legs slipping in the mud.)

they’re different, after that. sol never acts like vace owes him anything, and starts taking self-defense lessons. neither one of them actually suggested it. they just made eye contact across the cafeteria one morning a week after the event, and walked to the garrison together to start.

vace trusts sol to do what’s necessary, and to know what that is. it’s hard not to, when you know the empathetic, xeno-loving doctor willingly killed a gardener. his trust grows from there.

and sol trusts vace to have subtlety, and sympathy. he never says more about that day than what sol himself admits, even after he tells sol he remembers it. he seems to pick up on the days when it’s really bothering the doctor, and finds a way to hover nearby. whether it makes sol feel safe, or reminds him that he saved someone, vace doesn’t know.

seeing the most trusted kids from each ship suddenly get along has a deep impact on not just their peers, but the adults too.

(lum hates it. he never managed to scare them, but he could usually get them to cooperate. now they do nothing less than exactly what they think is right, and the few times he’s tried to control them, they both just fixed him with a stare that said he was a problem they could solve the moment they decided to.)

it’s the start of a new era for stratos-helios relations.

the violent soldier who toughened the kind doctor, and let himself be soothed in return.

(nothing changed in them. not really.)

(they just learned how to balance.)

(and everyone else followed suit.)

[heartzric]

Never Forget - Sung Hanbin

Sinopse: Na qual Hanbin prometeu que jamais iria esquecê-la.

Sung Hanbin x female oc.

452 palavras.

Oneshot, drabble, angst.

CAPÍTULO ÚNICO.

Hanbin nunca iria esquecê-la, era uma promessa que havia feito.

Não iria esquecer de sua risada, de seu sorriso, ou do brilho no olhar quando ela lhe olhava. Não iria esquecer das piadas bobas, dos momentos bons, de cada alegria e vitória que teve junto dela.

Foram tantas memórias, algumas difíceis, mas Hanbin queria guardar apenas o melhor dela em seu coração. Iria perdoar cada erro, esquecer de cada briga, e a manteria sempre viva em seu coração.

Ela parecia tão feliz, mesmo que sempre relatasse a ele seus problemas, mas naquela última semana ela estava radiante. Rine sempre lhe alertou, sempre avisou que em algum momento ela poderia partir, porém Hanbin sempre dizia que não a deixaria partir, que ela estaria sempre ao seu lado.

Mentiu para si mesmo, não foi capaz de mantê-la ao seu lado, não foi capaz de protegê-la de si mesma.

Ela lhe avisou inúmeras vezes, pediu para que partisse, para que a deixasse, Rine não queria que Hanbin sofresse com sua partida, e foi difícil esconder dele tudo o que estava sentindo e passando.

Foi uma decisão difícil, muito difícil. Deixar Hanbin foi a decisão mais difícil de sua curta existência.

Mas e agora? Ela o deixou, em pedaços, completamente destruído, mas não um erro dela, era pelo fato de que nunca mais iria tê-la em seus braços novamente.

Uma chuva torrencial assolava a cidade naquela tarde cinzenta, Hanbin tinha apenas um guarda-chuva em mãos, olhando para aquela lápide cinza e sem vida. Tantas flores ali a rodeavam, no entanto, apenas um buquê de rosas brancas estavam ali no meio de tantas outras plantas coloridas. Ela amava rosas brancas, mas apenas Hanbin lembrou daquele detalhe.

Foi sempre daquele jeito, ninguém tentou entendê-la, ninguém tentou conhecê-la, tinham apenas idealizações sobre ela, sobre como queriam que ela fosse. E mesmo depois de sua morte, ainda não a conheciam.

As lágrimas caiam pelo rosto do jovem rapaz, mesmo que não tivesse mais forças para chorar. Havia um buraco em seu peito, um imenso vazio que nunca lhe deixava. Mesmo depois de um ano, era como se tudo tivesse ocorrido no dia anterior.

Não conseguia sair de lá, estava imóvel, talvez em algum momento tivesse forças para andar até seu carro, e por sorte veio com um amigo, não teria condições para dirigir nem mesmo uma quadra dali.

⸺ Eu prometo, jamais te esquecerei, e um dia, espero que possamos nos encontrar novamente. ⸺ Não conseguiu dizer mais nada, ficou cabisbaixo, tomado pela dor, da culpa e saudade.

Hanbin nunca iria se perdoar por tê-la deixado escapar, nunca conseguiria esquecê-la, ela era o amor de sua vida, e seria até depois do fim de sua jornada naquele pequeno planeta azul.

[gingerteafairy]

mulher vc faria uma exceção pra um pedido de fanfic? nem que seja uma drabble/blurb pro kit walker 🥺😭 eu ia te mandar uma request mas vi agr que vc ta com os pedidos fechados, dai fiquei besta 😭 amo suas fics, por mais que eu nn consiga ler todas no momento

— bohnerrific69 (fiquei com vergonha de mandar isso aq 🥹

EU AMO QUANDO AS PESSOAS VEEM OS AVISOS DE QUE MEUS PEDIDOS ESTÃO FECHADOS!!!!!!

mas eu vou abrir sim uma exceção pra você, pois, primeiro: você é MUITO MUITO legal! Segundo, estamos falando de kit walker, querida. DIGA SUA IDEIA AGORA

[thetentaclecommander]

20 questions for fic writers

Sures, I'll bite @the-bar-sinister!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 49 on my TheTentacleCommander main 2 on SerpentineAndWet 1 on SoftTentacledJazz (which I will get back to!) and 1 on Waymaiden Jelecia (shelved for now) so in total: 53

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?  471,114 in total spanning all accounts the huge bulk being under TTC.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Resident Evil. I'm very much a ride or die writer when it comes to fandom longevity lol

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Electronic Brawling (the Nem/Reader fic I wrote over a weekend, 322) Tentacles Are -Not- Toys (Until They Are) (the Nem/Jill I wrote over a weekend, 288) To Teach a (b)oy (the femdom Jill/Nem fic I wrote cause I wanted to just be as kinky as possible about it, 138) Need. Excite. Take. (a morning warm up I did for a Tyrantfucker chat, 130) Teaching the Devil (my 'serious' drabble that turned into a longfic/1st part of a myth arc around Nem/Jill and all the whatifs that could happen, 105) *yes, I'm aware the smut is what sells lol*

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! I love receiving them and answer, especially in depth ones.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ah, ha haha this one's tough. My main ship (Nemesis/Jill) is in my hands intentionally angsty so many do end on that note. If I had to chose it'd be a tie between After The Fall - Where Nemesis *really* struggles between caring for her and wanting to hurt the absolute fuck out of her. Necromancy - It's hard surreal/dreamy on purpose (also a fic staple of mine) that ends with Nemesis having done all he has to make Jill 'happy' is so deeply unhappy with himself in the end - but still continues to perpetuate the lotus eater world he's crafted for them.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?  Where the wild things... - a really hard surreal dream fic of where Nemmy's head was at halfway through the 3rd arc. He has such an idealized, near childlike hope which is big for a generally angry and resentful creature. He clearly wants the world with Jill, where the chase benefits them both but a lot of the edges - like her own traumas - are shaved off. It's telling his dream was inspired by a children's book about dealing with anger, fear and finding/seeking comfort. But it's happy in the sense he gets that comfort he wanted so badly throughout his creation, and that when he awakens, it's with him now determined to reunite with her and their offspring. (con't after the cut)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not really? When I was on ff.net I got snippy comments (I was a young babby then) but looking back it was just what we'd call today fanpol wanking to wank. These days I assume ppl are aware what I'm about so if I were to garner hate, I'd just laugh and write Nemmy fucking Jill even harder in unfortunate places. I can always go darker, kids.

9. Do you write smut? *stares at the camera deeply* Yesss? All the smut? They tend to range from soft heartwarming lovemaking, to conflicted should we be doing this, to rapey horrors, just weird monstery shit and then the kink. Just kinky shit all over the place. Very character study leaning.

10. Do you write crossovers?  Nah. I already have a lot in my head just handling one franchise!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?  Not to my knowledge but with the way I write it's gunna be a pretty fun time in pulling off imitating my voice as I sound high on my own fumes about a decidedly rare pair no one seems to wanna admit liking rofl That and all the formatting hell

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?  Yea! In Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?  Nah, I'm too much of a prima donna to share billing /jk I just don't like collabing unless it's for an rp but I'm also never say never about such things!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? *stares even harder at the camera* I...I'm the longest running one trick pony about having a parasitized Tyrant try to not murder with prejudice the most well trained person on the RE cast I make no secret about this :3 Also let me note my other most liked ships I have written on: Weskertine, Creva, and the Ada and Carlos tour. Valenfield ig (I do truly like em but they aren't as exciting to write for in comparison but I indeed do write them sometimes). Note these are for canons, I have loads more favs but they are ocs.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have like 15+ wips in my drafts. I don't wanna pick one cause it's just painful to look at them begging to be finished. The ones on my account I have every intent to finish. Mostly because they are related to the AU and it wouldn't make sense if I didn't finish them.

16. What are your writing strengths? The sex lol (and being weird with it). I've been told my imagery and word play in general is stellar.  

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I feel my dialogue could be better and it's where I struggle (unless it's my muses Nem, Jill, Trent and Zeus as they are the ones I've written for the most in fic/rps) so I always try to improve on that always.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Don't wanna. I tried, hated not knowing if the language was correct (looking at you, Carlos) so just did ye old << >> to imply he's not speaking English.

19. First fandom you wrote for?  Resident Evil. I am nothing if not persistent. (like my first fic was like in 2005-6? I think?)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?  Again another tie but it's a 3 way *eyebrow wiggle*! A Slumber Recalled, A Devil Held - this was my 'can I do something soft but pained at the same time' fic. It's a revisit of the time they finally after 20+ chapters did the do, and it's from her pov instead. A lot of re contextualizing and 'wow both of these people have baggage and are doing this not out of love but to feel heard and it *hurts*'. Proved to myself that I can write something hard hitting without a single cry of physical pain. St. Valentine - where what was to be a simple Valentine's Day fic became a fun sacrilegious love poem from a very not at all obsessive Tyrant and then had an added chapter of the reverse side of Jill sounding mentally not all there almost fragmented in her feelings towards what this was between them. So much enjoyable word play was had. Necromancy - discussed above but has my brand of word play, leaning on the fourth wall/formatting/surreal and increasing uncomfortable.

------- All my writer mutes, have at! @damadisangue @naerwenia @coiled-dragon @s-dei @lmshady @azulas-daddy-kink @depraveddove @unchartedperils @sweet7simple @goth-automaton @dekujin @katophoenix (If I missed one of ya or you do write also join in :D)

[junipersailor]

MC AU drabble 2

Donnie: excitedly You are from a different universe! CJ: Yes, we can probably put it that way… I guess? CJ: * kényelmesen nem említi, hogy a neve Casey, vagy hogy Leo fia*

[ao3feed-twiyor]

Blood

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lrebKjJ by nem drabbles (nemali) She holds the point of her stiletto against his throat. Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Drabble, Trust, Established Relationship, Post-Identity Reveal Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lrebKjJ

[phthalology]

Horizon Day of Service folks are going to get a nem who hasn't written fiction in like two weeks and has read a mieville novel in between. I'm going to inject so much pent-up energy into these drabbles

[teamstorybooks]

A estrela mais brilhante...

N/A: Sim. Não consigo parar de pensar nesse crossover e vou viver de drabbles. Nem que eu tenha que escrever esses drabbles!

Stella devia ter prestado mais atenção, mas em defesa dela ela já abriu muitos portais. Em diversas situações e ela estava até sóbria dessa vez!

Então por que... Porque ela não reconhecia esse mundo. Por que esse mundo definitivamente não era a terra (a terra não tinha uma parede gigante de sombras no meio do mar!). A não ser que o anel portal do seu dedo (anel portal rachado!) tivesse o poder de viagem no tempo ninguém se dignou a informar isso (lê-se mãe).

Veja a situação. Stella teve uma reunião amigável com a sua mãe no qual ela distribuía críticas construtivas de como cegar acidentalmente a sua melhor amiga era ruim para a imagem da realeza.

Temos uma imagem a prezar Stella. Ela tinha dito depois de me dispensar e informar o fato de como o acidente... Não... A afirmação, não foi acidente... Não! A realeza não comete acidentes.

"- A sua amiga ficou muito próxima do seu namoradinho e você teve que lhe ensinar uma lição.

- Mãe...

- Não quero ouvir mais sobre esse assunto! - Gritou se aproximado de mim e segurando o meu rosto. - Eu não tenho um filha fraca Stella. Você me ouviu?

- S-sim.

- Não me olhe assim, se você tivesse o mínimo de controle a sua amiguinha não teria as duas órbitas queimadas. - Ela disse me soltando. - Eu não sou a vilã aqui Stella. Você pode ir."

Normalmente ela iria para Sky. Mais Sky nem conseguia olhar no rosto dela. Então ela resolveu esquecer.

Uma bebida. Um noite sem pensar em nada. Fora desse lugar. Qualquer lugar menos aqui.

Então como tudo deu tão errado? Não era para ter aquele queimado na cabana na floresta.

Ela só usou o anel e pensou em segurança. Qualquer lugar menos aqui. O que foi fracamente uma sorte por que mais um pouco e ela estaria queimada ou pior.

Ela nem sabia que dava para usar o anel sem uma porta! A, luz era mais forte do que a usada para queimar os olhos da sua amiga. A luz a envolveu como se consumisse tudo e o seus pés perderam o apoio.

Então ela caiu no mar.

E entre as tentativas mal sucedidas de não engolir água e se afogar ela se sentiu sendo puxada e encarada por um pirata!?

Era isso ou aquela cara tinha um estilo muito questionável.

Eu já mencionei a parede com sombras atrás de mim!?