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Someone’s probably done this before, but First Contact! AU where Jim is an astronaut who got stranded and Spock is the vulcan scientist who saved him.

Sketches and rambles under cut:

I was thinking something like The Martian where he got stranded on a planet during a mission, lost contact with the rest of his team and presumed dead, Spock is a vulcan scientist who was there on a research trip when he found jim's injured body and brought jim back to his ship despite vulcan's strict non-interference policy. Can be Mespirk too with bones being jim's friend and a NASA scientist who refuses to believe jim is dead and tries to get a rescue mission to search for Jim despite everyone else thinking he's just griefing/in denial.

I've been turning this thing in my head for a few weeks like a microwave, but i'm not a good writer lol, so if anyone wants to make something of it feel free, please tag me so i can see it.

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Chapter 5

Chapter 5 is out now! Enjoy the read! Here a little snippet, you can read the whole chapter on ao3.

Holding his breath, because he himself can’t quite believe what he’s about to do, he steps into the dim cell, the heavy door groaning loudly as it closes and consequently wakes the spymaster. Azriel lifts his head, eyes narrowing in on the ball of fire forming at Eris‘ hand.  Eris notices how the Azriel's body tenses as he lights up the scone on the wall beside the door, and slowly moves toward him. Without saying a word, Eris kneels and begins to work on the shackles on Azriel’s ankles with a key he pulls from his coat, using both his hands and magic.  All the chains clink as Azriel instinctively pulls back, overwhelmed by what Eris is doing, not understanding anything at all. Eris says nothing, just continues with the task at hand, his expression unreadable. Yet he can feel Azriel’s fear, his desperation. He can feel it deep within his chest, can even scent it. "So this it then?"Azriel growls all of a sudden, voice hoarse, “finish what you started?” "Kind of," Eris says matter-of-factly. Azriel jerks away, panic visibly rising. "Don’t— What are you planning for me? Some new game?" Eris’ jaw tightens, but he keeps working, unlocking one shackle with a soft click. "Will you be quiet?" Azriel growls, trying to fight despite his weakened state. "You think I’ll beg? You’ll get nothing from me! Alright, kill me and send my head back to the Night—" Eris cuts him off, voice low but sharp, "Trust me, Shadowsinger. I’ll always stick to my promises. Will you shut up now and stop bothering me?!" Azriel freezes, confusion flickering in his eyes. Eris meets his gaze, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips. "I gave the brute my word to get you out."

continue on ao3

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EITS tags: @invaderdreyar @wovendreamscapes @sizzlingstarlightsky @bookishbroadwaybish @gracegracenomi @crispytimetravelchicken @velarisnightsky444

general Azris tag list: @azrielsbabyg @lady-riel @moonlightazriel @aayo-whatt (no smut) @brekkershadowsinger @ladyelain @banasheefan56 @a-frog-with-a-laptop @ofduskanddreams @acourtofladydeath @secret-third-thing @born-to-riot @chunkypossum @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @unanswered-stars @christeareads @mistandmemories @bookishbroadwaybish @c-starstuff-man0 @talibunny30 @nestasgoodside @baileybird71 @molcat07 @olenvasynyt @alexof90s

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Another Eris x OC drabble...

So I'm doing this thing where I write something quickly, make small edits and post. Truly a no beta sitch. I have two goals:

Put perfectionism in a box and run over the box with my car (drabbles) by posting lightly edited first drafts 😫😫😫

get in the habit of writing after a long break

Rating: PG | Words: ~400 | Pairing: Eris Vanserra x OC | No beta 🤡

tags: @whisperingmidnights @nocasdatsgay @ninthcircleofprythian @daycourtofficial @lady-of-tearshed @danseurdesfleurs @climbthemountain2020 @acourtofladydeath @aurorasleeps-27 @seasttarr @queercontrarian @tadpolesonalgae idk who else wants on the Blood in in the Wine train. Let me know and I'll tag you in the ensuing chaos hehe.

See the end for some important notes!

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Gianna thought about killing Eris again. It happened now and again, that fleeting thought of choking him with a ribbon from her corset, or shoving her underwear so far down his throat he gagged as she held his nose. Tonight, seated in his reading chair, she debated hurling a rather expensive looking vase at his head.

He was preoccupied, to say the least. Still pouring over the day’s correspondence, Eris hadn’t noticed that Gianna had not only shed her stockings, but also her dress, her corset, and of course, her undergarments. Nor did he realize that she had draped herself so that he could see all that he owned of her. 

“I should fuck your brother,” Gianna said. She toyed with the pearl hanging off her choker. This was actually getting embarrassing. Here she was (naked) and there he was (clothed, uninterested). He hadn’t even looked up to admire her. 

“Which one?” Eris scribbled something on a page of parchment and added it to the pile on his left. 

“I don’t know. All of them,” Gianna said. “At the same time!” Eris didn’t respond immediately, though he sighed, just barely. 

“You barely have enough stamina with me. All of them at once may kill you.” 

“Excuse me!” Gianna said. It didn’t matter her voice went up an octave.  “I have plenty of stamina! You are an animal!”  

The corner of Eris’s mouth turned up, just barely. That was enough. Gianna picked up a stocking, balled it up, and tossed it at his head, missing. Then the other, still missing. Her dress didn’t make it across the room. She pulled the band of her underwear back on her thumb and shot it across the room, hitting him in the face. Eris stopped writing.

He grabbed the pair and inhaled deeply. 

Gianna’s face burned when he met her gaze. It didn’t matter that they were married. It didn’t matter that he saw her naked every day, had bent her over his desk more times than she could count. When he looked at her like that, her mind felt syrupy. Gianna gaped, then swallowed. 

“I’d like those back, actually.”  At least she could say that. 

Eris shrugged and stuffed the lacy pair into his trouser pocket. “When I’m finished.” he said and then returned to scribbling. 

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If you liked this, check out the other drabble with Eris and Gianna's cousins! (or check out the tag #bitwouttakes on my blog.)

If you wanna read the main fic (that's a bit more polished and representative of my actual writing 😂), check back here on September 20th(ish), where I'll be posting the first chapter of my Eris x OC Fic, Blood in the Wine. It's a political drama with *whimsy* OR you can join my tag list! Just let me know in the comments <3

If you wanna vote on what scenario I write next, click here. Thanks for reading!

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I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

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Every single word of this is perfection. You all need this in your day, please I beg of you.

Look, I wrote another dog thing. This is for @nocasdatsgay for reasons that will become abundantly clear as the drabble? progresses. Thank you @whisperingmidnights for giving this a once over and telling me to post this even though this is clearly me unclogging the writing pipes (messy, messy!). Woof Awoo, everyone.

Summary: The dog is loose in Forest House again Rating: PG | Roughly 800 words Divider by @tsunami-of-tears

Read at your own risk fam: this is stupid/silly, written in like 15 min, and barely edited. xoxo

tagging a specific list of people who may care: @whisperingmidnights @nocasdatsgay @ninthcircleofprythian @acourtofladydeath @daycourtofficial @queercontrarian @lady-of-tearshed @climbthemountain2020 @areyoudreaminof @dawneternal

I am Autumn’s best girl. In fact, because I am so good, Eris permits me to roam the house on rainy days like today. It’s two hours past my last meal and I am bounding through the halls, trailing all the fae I encounter. I meet messy children smelling of apple sauce, whose sticky hands rub against my fur. And then I nip the heels of the grown males stinking of cider. They fuss and kick and miss me and I tell them they are silly, while they stumble into one another. 

I pass the kitchen, where I am not permitted. The mutton smells delicious, so I paw the door until the chef shoos me away with a spoon. This is alright because I am the best girl and tonight, when I am curled with Marzipan and Strudle, Eris will feed me only the best bits until my belly is heavy and round and my eyes fill with sleep.  

Now I’m trailing something musky and sweet, a rousing swirl of many scents. I smell fire and steel, the sweet scent of honey, and something fresh like the snow-capped mountains that lay north of my home. And amidst it all, the scent of char, a familiar burning of my master’s master. He is the highest lord of our lands, and I have only met him once, I thinkt. I have never seen him make Eris smile and I will not wag my tail for him. Today, I will find what makes him so angry and take it away, so that my master no longer smells sour. 

The room is bigger than my kennel, with walls stretching twice as wide and a ceiling twice as tall. I cannot see the twinkling stars above, instead there are only leaves and stone.  No one is here to chase me away, so I scrape my paws against the wooden table and rest upon a maroon chair turned to face the fire. I think about napping until I am found, but decide the scent is too strong here. Perhaps this is why the highest lord is so bitter and growls and groans all day. Certainly, his head must hurt from it. The bottom drawer of his desk is cracked enough that I can see the hint of color. With my paw, I open the gap wider and the scent of the contents hit me. There is more. Ocean breeze and dandelion. Sunshine and lilac, and the familiar scent of a servant girl. 

“Toffee?” A voice rings out and I go still. If I am found, I will be taken for a bath, and it is not yet time. There is much to understand before the scents of all that I have found are taken away.

“Are you in here?” 

I stand with my paws against the drawer and press my nose against the soft red fabric. I ignore the approaching fae. 

“Hey! Get away from there!” The servant is standing over me and I decide that I must leave now. I grab as much as I can in my maw and then bolt from the desk, between his legs, and slide through the gap in the door. I run down the hall and lose some  of the fabric. ( I am the best girl, but I am not yet a good hunter.)  Eris will know what to do. The servant nearly scoops me in his arms. I drop a blue cloth and dart down the hall to where my master’s scent grows strong. 

When I reach his door, I paw at it until it opens and scamper into the room. Tail wagging, I drop the remaining cloth at his feet and look up to the face I love the most. He squints at me. I ask him to pet me and he obliges before scooping up my offering. His nose flares and his attention is back on me. 

“What have you done?” he asks. His face is neutral, but his voice is stern. I tell him I have found the source of all suffering. 

There is a knock on the door and Eris allows my pursuer to enter. He carries the rest of the fabric I have dropped throughout Forest House. 

“I…” fear sours his scent so I offer him courage with a lick of my tongue against his leg. “She was in your father’s office. She took all these out and…” he shoves the cloth at Eris and bows. I cannot understand the rest because he mumbles like a frightened pup and departs quite suddenly

My master stands quite still and says “fuck” in a voice he uses when we find a body in the woods. He drops the clothing and sits on his bed, head in his hand. I gather the remaining scraps and bring it to him, leaving them on his boots because I am Autumn’s best girl. 

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me when i get a New Interest™️ that i’m excited to share with everyone:

my long-suffering friends and followers:

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Happy 13 Days of Feysand @popjunkie42 and @climbthemountain2020!

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been getting really into bed recently

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by andreas.giessler

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Beron’s back 🔙👑, and he’s not here 😌 for tea ☕. He’s here 🚀 for trouble 😈🔥. You think 🫵 you can hide 🙈? Think again 🤯. The game 🎯 has begun, and Beron’s ready to win 🏆💥.

BERON NEVER LEFT. The VanDaddy is always with me and my spirit.

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summer rain 🍃✨

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Mcspirk doodle (They’re gonna save/throw him)

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Your daily reminder that Leonard Nimoy and Nichelle Nichols tried their hardest to imply Spock/Uhura despite the Hayes code not allowing interracial relationships, that Gene Roddenberry would've explored their relationship more if TOS had gotten a 4th season, and that Nichelle Nichols wrote a short story (with input from Sondra Marshak and Myrna Culbreath) for New Voyages II where Spock, Uhura, and Kirk openly-flirt with each other, Uhura kisses Spock, and implies that Spock and Kirk are sharing a bed at the end.

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love when cats hear that you've woken up even just a little bit and they're like hiiiiiii oh my god oh my god!!!!! i wrote some poems in the night let me recite them for you. this one is called: screaming and knocking your water bottle off your nightstand

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OMG NO, NO, NO, SORRY! It was totally in good faith 😭 the other thing never crossed my mind, I'm so sorry

And I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you anon! I hope you’ve been well.

Thank you for responding, I really appreciate you clarifying.

And I have good news for you!! I started an Azris fic the other day and am going back to finish a chapter of “The Song of Azris”! There’s more coming your way as soon as I can get it written.

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