show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy

zhongchi(??) wip snippet (nsfw)

2023-04-13T02:40:23Z

(this came from server talk about zhongli as a venom-esque being, so it's kind of a mass effect-type flavor of sci fi involving the idea of venom as understood by a person whose only actual understanding of venom comes from That One Friend's pretty kinky fic, what)

Childe realizes he's been drumming his fingers against the chair's armrest — probably for some time, given the tender buzzing feeling in his fingertips. His attention sweeps over the smooth panel in front of him, eyeing the ship's various gauges — fuel capacity, efficiency, radiation shielding. In the corner, numbers like an accusation: 03:24, universal time.

( You should get some rest. )

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cornyx HZD au snippet

2019-01-08T03:58:14Z

It is incredibly hard attempting to remember to use DW after so many years away! This is something from earlier last year that got posted to tumblr; I think about it quite a bit, thought it's been pushed way down the to-do list.

Cor can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times he's seen a Nora in the wild, often little more than flickers of lighter color at the edge of the treeline, figures just a little too large to be animal in the tall grasses. As a boy, out at Hunter's Gathering, he'd spoken to one of them as they'd huddled near one another in the fragile warmth of a blazing campfire to wait out a terrible snowstorm — at least he'd tried to, though he'd quickly learned his curiosity was no match for the hulking warrior's reticence.

Once, Cor had imagined all Nora in just this way.

The Nora curled around himself on the red rocks, here in the early morning shadow of the Daytower isn't particularly hulking. A man — maybe Cor's age, maybe a little younger, somewhere beneath the purple swell of bruises and scrapes marring what Cor can see of his face. A crust of blood tracking from nose and mouth, pooled and dried on the sandstone. More skin stripped from along the length of a bare arm, its fingers spread, reaching out towards nothing at all. A quiver half-full of arrows, fletched with blue-tipped feathers and bound with some sort of sinew strapped to the Nora's back, but no bow.

A short distance away, the campfire has long burned out.

Dead as the man on the ground, Cor thinks morbidly, and wonders why it is a Nora might seek out this miserable death so far from his sacred lands.

( trace your bloodlines to the sand )

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twitter microprompts/flashfics

2018-12-28T20:27:31Z

Random prompt drive on 19 December; fills crossposted here because Tumblr's fuckery has reminded me of how to be wary of trusting content to a single social media site. (It's kind of funny how you can see exactly at what point I wasn't stuck filling these on my phone lmao)

For wrathofscribbles : Cornyx, teeth/smile/bite - T
( But that was when walls had felt eternal. )

For Chase: cornyx, mess - M
( Read more... )

For ninemoons42 : cornyx, scarf - G

( Mainland winter and island blood mixed poorly, Cor discovered the first year he'd allowed Nyx into his life. )

For Aliatori: cornyx, clarify - G

( Delighted with himself, as he so often is when it comes to nonchalantly leaving fresh tracks across the once-ordered landscape of Cor's sense of self. )

For tinyconfectionary: Promcor, "keep it down" - E

( while it's true that for Cor, discretionary silence is a way of life ... well, Promtpo's always been something of an attention-getter. )

For pipdepop: Cornyx, silly season - T

( Read more... )

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[ffxv] kings and guardians, pt 3

2018-12-05T11:10:00Z

dropping some of that terrible backstory with zero precision whatsoever because worldbuilding is rough business even when you’re not rearranging puzzle pieces to begin with – also, there is violence! ~~Plz to forgive the fact that I’m fuckterrible at coming up with names so I’m 100% rolling my face through greek gods and giants and shit~~

( have we left, have we left the building? )

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[ffxv] kings and guardians, pt 2

2018-12-05T10:56:59Z

and more! reading back on this thing months later, and holy heeeeeeck is it just super indulgent jerking off. no regrets, basically.

( all fired up, you're a hot mess getting messier )

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[ffxv] kings and guardians, pt 1

2018-12-05T10:42:41Z

So this thing is a hecka rough draft of a thought that happened while doing those ten-second fics! Written for ninemoons42 over on tumblr -- there will likely be reworking, but I figured I'd put it somewhere that isn't tumblr and I don't think it's ao3 ready by any means.

( gently as we go )

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[khr] reel around the fountain

2018-12-04T08:29:45Z

more tumblr dumping; this one's ancient (like, 2012 ancient), but never found a home anywhere else. Yamamoto as an actual active member of an actual goddamn mafia family fascinated me a lot when I was balls deep in this series! I'll give it a generous M for a little bit of Dino/Yama at the end and also, y'know, murder.

one.

(then I could remember to breathe)

See, you were a normal kid, with normal, unextraordinary dreams. Sure, some of your classmates wanted to be JDF heroes, and some wanted to whaler captains, and some wanted to be rock stars, and you certainly weren’t the only kid that wanted to play in the big leagues.

The only remarkable thing was the fact that everyone thought you had a chance.

You remember those days, curled up on one end of the sofa while your father sipped Kirin, lazy and content and you’d talk about the shop or baseball or classes during commercial breaks. (He was rarely straight-forward enough to tell you how proud he was, or how much he believed in you, but he never needed to, did he? The way his eyes shone every time he said your name was enough. When he mentioned his boy to a customer or to your friends. When he handed you Shigure Kintoki. It was always more than enough.)

That day, standing high above Namimori – the first and only time you ever cursed your luck and your fragile body, you’d known your life was over. There had only been space for one great love inside you, and you’d never learned to say goodbye. You’d never needed to before.

You’d never needed to accustom yourself to betrayal either, much less betrayal when the traitor was inside your bones.

It was never that you were melodramatic, only that you you simply couldn’t imagine a life without that love that you knew kept your heart beating.

And then there was Tsuna. Weird, scrawny, no-good Tsuna, wild and frightened and reaching out to you despite that, the strangest lifeline, glittering and golden in the sunlight. It was a whole new feeling, just enough to give you pause, a moment to reconsider. You weren’t familiar with this sort of gesture, either. It was usually you with a hand outstretched – you’d simply never needed it. You wondered, then, what it must be like to have a difficult life –

– and you knew the entire thing was laughable. Bones break, hearts break, but only the most hopeless break with them.

Not people like Tsuna.

Not people, you decided, like you.

( i fear my shadow like a beast )

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[ffxv] untitled cornyx snippet

2018-12-04T04:51:13Z

an old tumblr-only snippet.

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“A lion doesn’t suit you,” Nyx says, fingers tracing the outline of the tattoo on the back of Cor’s leg. He’s seen it before, but hasn’t yet had the opportunity to really look until now.

Cor shrugs, the gesture muted by the fact that he’s lying on his stomach on Nyx’s bed, arms crossed beneath his cheek, chin tucked up against his shoulder as he watches Nyx. "Take it up with the family.“

Nyx hums, letting the pad of his thumb rest on an inked fang. The lion is stylized, geometricized, mouth wide open mid-roar – there’s a talented hand behind it, even if it doesn’t quite sit right in Nyx’s mind. Cor has never once mentioned anything about his own family before, and Nyx will be surprised if he does again. He knows enough, about war and loss and the way people reshape themselves in the midst of both to cope, to fill in at least some of those blanks.

He knows, too, that he’ll never ask for elaboration.

Nyx bends down, presses his lips to the lion’s nose and smiles against skin. Then higher, to the soft, vulnerable skin behind Cor’s knee, nipping the tendon just hard enough to feel it tighten between his teeth. He resettles moments later, covering Cor’s body with his own despite the half-hearted complaint about the heat. Cor’s ear proves a tempting target, and he leans in, lips brushing the shell of it, tempted to bite. "You’re a wolf, Marshal.”

“A wolf, huh?” Cor’s voice is muffled, but amused.

“A wolf.” Nyx gives into the temptation, because he has no real reason to resist, and because there’s something deeply satisfying in Cor’s quiet hiss as his body goes tense beneath him. "We know our kind.“

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[ffxv] ten sentence fics | ignoct

2018-12-04T03:03:02Z

more tumblr prompts! pls forgive the formatting oddness; I'm just copypasting.

i. angst
Cold stone, cold blade, cold flesh beneath Ignis’s shaking hands as they map out the shape of Noct’s bowed head; what joke of a blessing, what balm can there possibly be in the first rays of sunlit warmth stealing in through the throne room’s shattered windows against any of them?

( redefine god as something you want )

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[ffxv] ten sentence fics | cor/nyx

2018-12-04T02:11:01Z

For@wrathofscribbles on tumblr, who only asked for one but is getting the whole litter anyway because hell yeah?? Alternately, an exercise in Miri warping and torturing the pure grammatical essence of the humble sentence into something monstrous and only incidentally resembling its namesake for the sake of cramming whole ideas into the poor fucking things.

i. angst

“Just – just tell me he’s got a plan,” Nyx breathes into the crook of Cor’s neck, and Cor strokes his hand down the vulnerable curve of Nyx’s naked back, eyes on the distant glow of the Citadel as he considers the value of truth on this of all nights.

( your wrists smell of peppermint )

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[fst] accidents waiting to happen {first enchanter orsino}

2012-04-30T04:56:21Z

( eleven tracks featuring pj harvey, shearwater, city and colour, that petrol emotion, portishead, wintersleep and more )

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[dragon age 2] pale white things [1/3]

2012-02-21T15:35:03Z

Dragon Age kink meme fill, see original + unedited fill here.

Fenris and Anders, and the nature of sacrifice. Warning for sexual content of dubious consent, as well as later explicit scenes.

( act i. snow on your open palms. )

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