#crab writes

[crabsnpersimmons]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like).

Tagged by @thatmooncake ! Thank you!

Here's my last line:

No sooner had you plugged in the USB did Clip start rotating his faceplate like a loading wheel.

And here's my last little doodle, since it's also Clip:

Been exploring Clip a lot recently! He's just a silly little guy.

18 words so 18 friends! No pressure of course, this is just for fun:

@starriegalaxy @vacantfields @lunarmoves @spadillelicious @restinsodaroni @mulatto-macchiato @cacaocheri @ren-054 @craykaycee @betweenblackberrybranches @thecourtjester12 @crystalmagpie447 @paggylyn @sinnabee @wenchfry @haruka-636 @ramblingsofacotlfangirl @ohno-the-sun

+ and anyone else who wants to share!

#tag game #last line challenge #New Do Same You AU #drawing and writing Clip is both so fun and so challenging #he's a fun guy #but it's all the details behind the fun that make it a challenge #how do i write him to be silly but not one-dimensional #(well i suppose it would be lore accurate for him to be one-dimensional) #where do i draw all his hands? #i never know where to put my OWN hands and i have to figure out where to put 4?? #crab art #crab writes

[crab-crab]

“come back to bed” kisses

I've been writing little snippets of 300 words based of a prompt and wanted to share some!

Legend sighed as he unwillingly rose into consciousness. He felt the bed shift and the blankets pile more firmly around him as his bedmate slipped from the covers. There was barely any light spilling through the curtains and Legend took the absence of body heat personally.

His hand darted out from beneath the covers and latched around the thinner wrist of his partner, ignoring the quiet eep! As he tugged them back towards the bed. Popping his head out from under the covers, Legend glared at Ravio as the merchant braced himself on the bed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he tugged again on Ravio’s wrist to draw the other man closer to the nest of blankets. “It’s not even light out and I know for a fact you don’t wake up this early normally.” 

“We don’t have eight other people in the house normally” Ravio pulled back on his wrist but Legend did not want to let go. “I need to make sure that there’s enough breakfast for everyone, to do so I need to get up early.”

“They can starve” Legend pulled one more time, fighting back the urge to just reach forward and scoop Ravio back into bed. “This is the first time we’ve had a break in months, they’ll sleep in any way.” He freed his other hand from the blanket nest and reached up to cup the back of Ravio’s head and draw the Merchant so he was now hovering over the blonde, knees braced on the bed and free hand pressing down beside the Vet’s head on the pillow.

With what dim light there was, Legend could make out the flush blooming across Ravio’s face and ears, the Merchants head at just the right angle that inky locks did not hide his eyes and Legend suppressed the urge to grin at the spark of want.

Knowing that he only needed one more thing to fully capture the other, Legend dropped the other wrist to push himself up and press a soft kiss to even softer lips. Ravio squeaked and leaned more into Legend, eyes slipping closed and shuddering as both the Vet’s arms came around him.

Gotcha

Legend tightened his arms around Ravio and rolled, the Merchant’s squawk being muffled into the blankets and Legend settled over the top of Ravio. He was quick to pull the blankets back over the two of them and shut out the weak dawn light that had started to invade the room.

Besides, there were better things to do than leave the bed.

#crab writes #linked universe #lu legend #lu ravio #ravioli #legend x ravio #link x ravio #300 word snippet

[crehador]

100 DAYS OF SMIC DAILIES

TOTAL WORD COUNT THUS FAR: 146,825

ORIGINAL GOAL: 500 WORDS OR LESS PER DAILY

TASK FAILED

.........SUCCESSFULLY?

#crab writes #icsm dailies #so i am definitely! not complaining!! #but that averages out to extremely not 500 words or less per daily lmao #i kind of want to do some sum-up stats like #how many aus i wrote how many post-canons how many established relationships etc etc etc #but i am...... very lazy lol #and i think high school fever season would skew things greatly lmao #anyway. dailies not ending yet! still planning to try to keep it up all year!!

[crabsgate]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Astarion/Gale (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Sleepy Sex, Fluff and Smut, Grinding, How Do I Tag, set vaguely between acts 2 and 3 but no spoilers Summary:

“Quite affectionate tonight,” Astarion muses, pulling back with eyes only open halfway, but rounded with a sort of fondness reserved for the wizard. The sight never ceases to make Gale breathless for affection, struck with the need to hold tight and squeeze.

Gale presses a kiss to his nose just to watch the way it scrunches up in mock distaste. It makes Astarion's ears move up, reminding Gale idly of Tara. He doubts Astarion would approve of the comparison. 

#bloodweave #e rated #astarion ancunin #gale dekarios #crab writes #some kinda love #skl

[ichisama]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro Characters: Yamada Ichiro, Aohitsugi Samatoki Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Canon Series: Part 100 of cosmic: a fic a day for samaichi Summary:

One-tenth of a second, or one hundred milliseconds, after he first laid eyes on Aohitsugi Samatoki, Ichiro already knew he wanted to fight for Samatoki.

Like a knight fought for his king, like a dog fought for its master.

#crab writes #hypmic #ichisama #canon divergence #canon au #day 100! #DAY 100!!!!!! #A FIC A DAY FOR SAMAICHI FOR ONE HUNDRED DAYS!!!!!!!!! #have officially doubled my previous streak of 50 days :3

[pleasuremehere]

A Little Beach ASMR For Your Scrolling Pleasure 🦀

#crabs #hermit crab #crab #time for crab #crab rave #crab writes #aesthetically pleasing #aesthetic #jamaican #jamaica #under the sea #sea creatures #seaside #sea

[starcrab6673]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos Characters: Quinlan Vos, CC-1010 | Fox Additional Tags: kissing for a mission, Getting Together, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), maybe it is who knows, Force-Sensitive CC-1010 | Fox, Slightly - Freeform, it's also not explicitly stated but the vibes are. ya know. there, somehow this ended up being 5000 words instead of 1500, Unreliable Narrator, in the sense that Fox is very limited to his own thoughts, he's also not good at listening to all his thoughts, First Kiss, its fun then sad then soft, Fluff and Angst, Some angst, also the psychometry works how i want it to work, Force Bond (Star Wars), ALSO NOT EXPLICIT BUT LIKE. its there okay, suspend your disbelief the muse flowed through me and wrote this Series: Part 35 of Crab's need for clone wars content Summary:

“What are you doing?” Fox murmurs, keeping quiet to not draw attention to them, but he doesn’t pull away from the hand holding him. Something tells him he shouldn’t. Something tells him to trust Vos.

Vos leans in closer, his eyes shining with something that Fox couldn’t name. The low pitch of his voice sends a shiver down Fox’s spine. “Follow my lead.”

(Back at it again with my titles taken from song lyrics. Title is from Weak by AJR)

#QuinFox #Vox #quinlan x fox #Quinlan Vos #Commander Fox #Quinlan Vos/Fox #writings of the crab #crab writes

[wyvernsrus]

Hey hey, I wanted to try writing a little something with Stec and Fordo to get a better feel for their characters and this is what came about!

If you prefer to read it on ao3 I have a link for that right here

And if you prefer to read it here on tumblr! I posted the entire thing under the cut!!

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If he ever got his hands on the person who booked their room for this mission, 17 was going to make them suffer.

Alpha-17 had been sent on a recon mission deep into Seperatist-held space. He already was annoyed by the fact that he could not have his whole kit on this op, but the fact he was not alone on the mission either was also annoying. Well, 17 thought to himself, it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t paired with-

A hand smacked into 17’s face and he immediately reached up to slap back at his assailant. Stec squawked and latched onto 17’s wrist as the older ARC held onto his face and shook his head back and forth, shoving him off the bed that 17 had claimed. Fordo had stolen the blankets from the bed, leaving 17 to freeze, the shebs, and was hidden under the blanket pile.

“This is the greatest betrayal!” Stec moaned from the floor of the room. 17 grunted when Stec kicked his feet up onto the bed and jabbed at his side. “You subject your poor kih’vod to sleeping on the cold, hard floor! How will we survive the night!” Muffled snickering coming from the blanket pile accompanied Stec’s groaning and 17 was quick to grab the ankle of the foot that kept pressing into his side and shove them off the bed.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to put these two di’kute on a mission with him is going to meet the business end of his deecee. A thought occurred to 17 as he thwarted another attempt from Stec to take the bed. He had talked to Maze while on Triple Zero and had told the other Alpha that most of their brothers were off Kamino and out in the war. 

That little- Stec crowed as he finally managed to get on the bed, pinning 17’s arm down and capturing the other with his hands. It would not be difficult to roll and send Stec over the other side of the bed, his kih’vod practically did it himself having pinned his arm under the younger Alpha. 

A weight settling itself over both of their legs, however, thwarted that plan. Stec and 17 both paused in their shoving to look down at the end of the bed and were greeted by the sight of the blanket mound.

Moving one of his legs resulted in a grumble, bending his knee garnered a huff, and when 17 tried to pull his legs free he was rewarded with a pinch and arms coiling around his knees.

Stec was cackling, quick to exploit the opportunity to slump over 17’s chest and arms while his tat kept the older Alpha’s legs pinned.

“See, this is sharing 17!” Stec finished shifting, mashing his face into his 17’s shoulder. “Isn’t it much more comfortable anyway? Now no one has to freeze or sleep on the floor.”

“The only reason I would have been cold is because Fordo stole the blankets” 17 jostled one leg and ignored the Kark you tapped against his knee.

“You know him, never like’s letting his face see the light of day” Stec yelped and jerked a leg up, glaring down at the blanket mound and kicking out when the wheezing laugh of their youngest came from the blankets. 

17 bit back another groan as he felt both his brothers settle for the night, Stec draped over 17’s chest and Fordo curled over his legs. 

It was…nice, he thought, feeling both of his brothers’ breathing even out as they dropped off to sleep. Knowing that his brothers were close, that he could do something if they needed him, it settled that little voice that was always nagging him, telling him that something could -and would- go wrong. 

Feeling Stec curl closer, his younger brother’s unruly hair tickling his neck, settled half of that voice. The same happened with Fordo. Even though the youngest was curled under the blankets, knowing that he felt safe enough to sleep without his helmet and was holding onto his twin’s ankle- 17 could see his hand peeking out from under his hideaway- finished off any other doubts that hissed in the older Alpha’s head. 

He curled an arm over Stec’s shoulder and moved a leg so it rested over Fordo’s knees, settling himself in for the night. 

He would have to send Maze a message after the mission. Something to thank him for the comfort that the twins brought. And I know the perfect message 17 hummed as he settled in for the night.

Ni ganar ja'hailir, vod'ika 17 thought, content with having his vode close again.

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Mando'a translations

kih'vod: little brother di'kute: idiots tat: twin shebs: ass Ni ganar ja'hailir, vod'ika: I have watch, little brother vode: brothers

#crab writes #alpha 17 #captain fordo #alpha arc stec #i love them #theyre my boys #and menaces #Stec distracts and Fordo steals blankets #Maze 100% sent Stec and Fordo with 17 to both annoy him #but also to help him calm down #alpha-17 has like a little (read: a lot) of anxiety about his brothers #mans got stabbed by a lightsaber I'd worry about that happening to my siblings too #17 retaliates by unleashing the twins on Maze later

[crab-instruments]

Snippet of a potential fic

Just This One Time

Teen Wolf x Supernatural crossover

a/n: It's been a long time since I've really written anything, even with ideas floating around. I've been rewatching Teen Wolf and it's my current, stupid obsession. Reading other people's fics, I kept thinking about how I would want a crossover to play out, but never finding one I liked. Hell, I don't even care about Supernatural but I found myself researching Polish rock bands for Dean and Sam's identities for a scene where Stiles would point out they can't say the Polish names right, so I started to just write. I don't know if I'll actually finish this but I am posting it more for myself as accountability (though if people like it, that would be encouraging). Not sure of a pairing and if there is one, it'll likely be pre-slash but Sterek since Stiles will be one of the main narrators.

Stiles knew something was up the moment he laid eyes in the two men dressed in suits, parading around the sheriff’s station as FBI agents. He didn’t need werewolf senses to know these two were sketchy. Sheriff Stilinski, his very cruel flesh and blood, had kicked Stiles out of his office when the two had arrived and introduced themselves. It was like the Sheriff didn’t trust his own son with information about high priority cases.

The officers in the room ignored Stiles as he sank quietly to his knees in front of the door, pressing his ear against the door. They were quite used to Stiles snooping and it was always better to ignore the teenager because dealing with him was much more work.

While he was uncomfortable in the position, Stiles didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to create any noise that could bring attention to himself, forcing the Sheriff to kick him out further. It was at moments like this he really envied his furry friends, unable to hear much through the door. The teenager focused a little harder and his efforts were rewarded.

Agent Ciechowski and Agent Ciesielski.

Stiles barely heard the names through the door but it was hard for him to mistake Polish names. Not with an abomination like his first name. Other phrases like ‘animal attacks’ and ‘claw related injuries’ seeped through the door. He couldn’t hear anything else though, as Deputy Parrish yanked him away from the door by the collar of his shirt.

“Hey! Hey! Don’t stretch the shirt out, man! Come on!” The sound of his sneakers squeaked in the bustling room and his arms flailed wildly as he attempted to stand under Parrish’s grip.

“Stiles, I heard the Sheriff tell you to go home, so you should get going. You’re already on thin ice.” Deputy Parrish was young, competent, and well acquainted with the teenager’s shenanigans. He heard enough from the Sheriff and observed the rest with his own eyes.

Stiles faced the deputy, trying to convey his uneasiness with the several expressions flittering across his face in seconds. His brain worked quickly to figure out how he could convince Parrish to help him. “But…! Parrish, don’t they seem weird? They don’t give off an ‘FBI’ vibe. Something is off about them.” To drive the point home, Stiles shifted his weight from foot to foot, uneasy.

Parrish considered the words for a moment, deciphering if this was Stiles’ instincts hitting the mark once again, or it if this was Stiles’ usual brand of bullshit and he was just trying to stick his nose where it didn’t belong. “Why do you think that?” He questioned, lowering his voice and leaning into the teenager’s space to make the conversation more private.

His mouth in a thin line, Stiles eyes scanned the room for answers. “Well, it’s just… I have a feeling.”

“A feeling?”

“Yeah. A feeling. Can’t you see it? About their…” Stiles gestured wildly with his arms, “everything?”

The deputy frowned, almost disappointed in the kid. He expected a better excuse. Parrish straightened his posture and put his hands on his tactical belt. “Go home, Stiles. I’ll keep an eye on them, and I promise, if I see anything suspicious—“

“You’ll tell me?”

“—I’ll talk to your father, the Sheriff of Beacon Hills and my boss, and I’ll share our concerns.”

An exasperated sigh escaped the teenager. Without Parrish on his side, there wasn’t much else he could do at the station. Stiles would have to go do research on his own, possibly give Danny a call and somehow bribe him to break the law again. Had Danny hacked the FBI database before? Maybe if Stiles presented it as a challenge, it could work.

Stiles made his way to his Jeep in the parking lot, but stopped abruptly when he saw a vintage car he didn’t recognize parked a few spots away. Beacon Hills wasn’t that big; he’d have recognized that car if he had seen it before. The only black, noteworthy car in this town was Derek’s Camaro. Therefore, this had to be the car the FBI agents rolled up in. Looking around to make sure there wasn’t eyes on him, Stiles pulled out his phone and took pictures of the car, making sure to get the license plate number to check out later. He noted that the plates were from Kansas and there was nothing signifying that this was a government vehicle.

The Jeep pulled out of the parking lot quickly, much on the teenagers mind.

Opening his laptop, Stiles typed in the first agents name, Ciechowski, into Google. The name sounded familiar, possibly from his mom telling stories of her Polish friends. When the results popped up, Stiles squinted. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it sure wasn’t the bio of a Polish rock star. The band, Republika, sounded familiar but Stiles couldn’t place why.

Digging a bit more, he found the band’s website. Stiles opened the page and couldn’t stop himself from playing one of the songs, Bikini Death.

The staccato notes from the guitar played through his speakers and Stiles realized why he recognized the singer. The band Grzegorz Ciechowski was a part of was one his mom used to play for him when he was younger, to connect him with his heritage. She had told the story of how she saw them live once and cried when Grzegorz had died.

The memories of his mother ripped a scar open inside his chest, but he couldn’t stop now.

It all came together when Stiles read the names of the band members. One in particular stood out.

Sławomir Ciesielski.

The FBI agents had taken their identities from the Polish rock band. It was what Stiles needed to confirm his suspicions.

These two men were likely hunters checking up on the werewolf population of Beacon Hills.

***

Here's a link to the song, Bikini Death by Republika. There is a Polish version, but I like this remastered version. The title is a line from the song. Mamona and Psy Pawłowa were runner ups.

#crab writes #crab fics #teen wolf fic #supernatural fic #teen wolf #just this one time #wip #while self indulgent the fic will be semi realistic #supernatural #I'm writing this so it stops fermenting and poisoning my brain #also so I will stop listening to behind the bastards and hating people throughout history #snippet #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles

[hardcoregayanalsegx]

Title: Embracing Unity and Purpose: The Importance of Joining HACPOAIntroduction: The Holy Association of the Crab People of America (HACPOA) stands as a beacon of unity, purpose, and community. As an organization committed to uplifting its members and promoting the values of harmony, empowerment, and progress, HACPOA offers numerous compelling reasons why individuals should consider joining its ranks.Community and Belonging:HACPOA fosters a sense of belonging and camaraderie among its members, creating a community where individuals can connect with like-minded peers who share common interests and aspirations.Through regular gatherings, events, and social activities, HACPOA provides opportunities for members to forge meaningful friendships and build lasting bonds within a supportive environment.Empowerment and Advocacy:HACPOA empowers its members to advocate for their rights, voice their concerns, and effect positive change within their communities.By uniting under a shared purpose, HACPOA members amplify their voices and leverage collective strength to address issues, promote social justice, and champion causes that align with the organization's values.Personal Growth and Development:Joining HACPOA opens doors to personal growth and development through educational workshops, skill-building seminars, and leadership opportunities.Members have access to resources, mentorship programs, and networking opportunities that facilitate professional advancement, personal enrichment, and the cultivation of valuable skills.Cultural Celebration and Heritage Preservation:HACPOA celebrates and preserves the rich cultural heritage of the Crab People, honoring traditions, folklore, and customs that contribute to a sense of identity and pride among its members.Through cultural events, festivals, and educational initiatives, HACPOA promotes awareness, appreciation, and understanding of Crab People heritage, fostering a deeper connection to roots and heritage.Social Impact and Outreach:HACPOA actively engages in social impact initiatives, community service projects, and charitable endeavors that make a positive difference in the lives of others.By participating in volunteer efforts, fundraising activities, and outreach programs, members of HACPOA contribute to building stronger, more compassionate communities and creating a legacy of service and generosity.Networking and Collaboration:Joining HACPOA provides access to a diverse network of professionals, experts, and leaders across various industries and sectors.Through collaboration, partnerships, and collaborative projects, members can leverage collective expertise, resources, and influence to achieve common goals, drive innovation, and create meaningful impact.Conclusion: In conclusion, the Holy Association of the Crab People of America (HACPOA) offers a compelling array of benefits and opportunities for individuals seeking community, empowerment, personal growth, cultural celebration, social impact, networking, and collaboration. By joining HACPOA, individuals not only enrich their lives but also contribute to a larger movement dedicated to unity, purpose, and positive change.

Join the crab cult

#crab #time for crab #crab writes #crab cult #JOIN THE CRAB CULT #join the cult #free palestine 🇵🇸

[theramenrater]

crabby!

#crab #ramen #noodle #noodles #the ramen rater #theramenrater #food #hans lienesch #soup #instant #instant noodles #crab rave #time for crab #hermit crab #fish #crab writes #sea creatures #fishes #shrimp #crustacean #Youtube

[crabsnpersimmons]

Can I give flowers and gifts to Sun too?

of course! here's Sun's response:

Before he even sees the gifts, he smiles at you. It is the smile he gives every customer that walks in to the salon. Personable. Polite. Practiced.

"Welcome, Starlight," his voice is even and gentle as he steps towards you. As if following an invisible marker on the ground, he stops a proper distance away.

He bends down as a show of companionship and extends his hands, waiting for you to close the distance.

You move to hand him your gifts, but you pause. For the briefest of moments, you become very aware of the distance between you and the sun.

Sure, you have always felt its warmth and seen its light—but that is merely the limits of what you alone are capable of reaching.

And perhaps that is for the best.

And yet, if the flowers and gifts where any indication, you knew you wanted to draw closer—to know the Sun.

#ask the crab #fnaf sun #fnaf dca #dca fandom #New Do Same You AU #Sun New Do Same You AU #crab art #traditional art #crab writes #the sun after all is further away than the moon #don't want to give away too much #but Sun's got his own baggage #and you gotta reach a certain friendship level to get to it #find out more about the sun when i finally get to the fic! #fun fact! Sun was the first of the three that i figured out how to write #(then Clip and then Moon and then Clip again) #Sun was also the first one designed because i was inspired by the yellow sweater my hairdresser was wearing when i last got my hair cut #that is to say #Sun is my favourite

[crab-crab]

Ravio's New Clothes

“Mr.Hero!” was all Legend got before his arms were full of purple and gold and his back was hitting the ground. 

Legend cursed as he lay sprawled on the grass while Ravio clung to his front. They’d just reached Legend’s house after being spit out by the most recent portal and the vet was craving the comfort of his own bed and the warmth that Ravio brought. Said man had finally pushed off of Legend and was staring down at him with that same familiar hood. 

He pushed at Ravio so that he could sit up and batted at the hands that reached to help “Get off me you overgrown rodent” Legend grumbled as he was finally able to stand and brush the dirt from his tunic while Ravio’s laughter rang out in front of him. “Hello Heroes! Please come in come in!” As the rest of the chain moved into the house with suppressed laughter (Sky) or not suppressed laughter (Warriors) Legend took the time to look at his roommate. 

He could feel his ears turning red. Instead of the ever-familiar floor-length purple robe and bunny hood with the blue stripped scarf, Ravio had on something new. The merchant seemed to have finally settled and decided to use the rupees he hoarded because his new outfit left Legend speechless. He wore a closer-fitting tunic that split just above his hips. The tunic had billowy sleeves and the gloves Ravio wore covered his hands and middle and ring fingers. The merchant's pants were baggy and comfortable looking and freed up movement by having open space along the insides of his legs and were those leggings??

Legend could feel the moment that all coherent thought screeched to a halt. Ravio looked comfortable and cute, Legend just wanted to-

“What do you think?”

He looked up to see that Ravio was in front of him now, having finished seeing the other heroes in, and was watching with an amused smile peeking from between his hood and scarf. Oh, he knew. Ravio could tell what Legend was thinking and he wanted to watch him suffer! Two can play at that game Legend thought as he stood straighter and dragged his gaze up and down over Ravio, relishing when he saw the smile wobble and the faintest pink tint peeking from the rabbit hood. 

Ok, Link, you can do this. Saying something suave. Just don’t say cute.

Ravio was rocking back and forth on his heels, the ears on his hood would twitch every so often and Legend could feel the merchant’s gaze sliding over him in return, serving to make Legend’s thoughts stutter.

Don’t say cute, don’t say cute, DO NOT SAY-

“Cute”

-

-

-

Damn it, Link!

Legend could feel his face light up as Ravio started to hop in place and a grin replaced his previous smile. He could hear Warriors cackling from the house and just knew there were rupees being passed around. 

“Terrible! Horrible! Cold!” Legend sputters and he knows his face is getting redder as he tries to cover his earlier slip as Ravio bounces closer and closer. “They’re poorly crafted!” He squeaked and he could physically feel the heat radiating from his face. Ravio had stopped in front of Legend and his grin was clear as day. Oh, what Legend wouldn’t give to see under that hood right now, to know what Ravio looks like, if his eyes light up when he smiles, if his hair is messy from wearing his hood all the time, if his ear’s flush when embarrassed.

A light pressure against his cheek drags Legend from his spiraling thoughts to witness Ravio pulling back and hiding behind his scarf. “Thank you, Mr. Hero” Ravio hums and all Legend can do is watch as the merchant turns and scurries back into the house. Legend was left to process the interaction, jumping into movement when “I didn’t know the Vet could be left speechless!” Came from the house and sent Legend marching into the house shouting “I’m going to leave you speechless when I throttle you with your own scarf!”

#crab writes #ravioli #ravio x legend #Ravio #lu legend #linked universe #Ravio gets new clothes and Legend bluescreens #I love these two idiots #dumb rabbit men

[crehador]

yet another daily that got out of hand 🫠🫠🫠

#crab writes #icsm dailies #WHAT HAPPENED TO 300-500 WORDS #i did think ''oh haha it's probably inevitable i'll hit a 2k daily one day soon'' #SKIPPED RIGHT OVER 2K FOR 3K APPARENTLY

[crabsgate]

so i'm working on a longshot set in act 3, but a whole section of it is getting scrapped because the fic branched off in a way that it doesn't quite fit anymore. However, I really enjoy what i've written and I want to share it so ! under the cut is the bit i've deleted

I'm hoping that maybe I can work it into another fic, but I'm not entirely sure it'll go somewhere else. For now enjoy what i do have <3 It's unedited btw

"Really?" Astarion says, his hand curling around Gale's jaw like a claim. His fingers were cold where they brushed over his beard and onto his cheek. "You'd devote yourself to me, just as I am?"

"Of course," Gale murmurs, unable to look away from those red eyes, softer than he's ever seen them before. He wants to worship him, drown him in the endless fount of devotion that he's been bottling up since the night of the Tiefling party. 

Devotion and love have always gone hand in hand with him. He knows no other way than to give himself wholly to the other. What better proof of his commitment than to worship at his feet? How else can he be worthy of love in return?

"You'd forget your goddess," Astarion breathes, inching ever closer, until they're but a breath apart. "For me?" 

"I would," Gale responds, a rough sound pulled from his throat, gone before he could hold it back. 

Astarion's touch was intoxicating, and the little distance between them maddening. Anticipation curled around him like a dragon hoarding gold, eager and wanting, hungry for whatever Astarion decides to give him. Anything. Everything. Nothing. 

"How the hells could she have ever thrown you away?" Astarion muses, his eyes trailing over the whole of Gale's face. "No matter. She has no claim to you anymore."

Gale doesn't trust himself to speak, nodding instead. His throat is dry, body angling towards the elf like there's a magnetic pull bringing them together. There's an ache in his chest—not the orb, no, but something limitless in its intensity. 

Astarion pulls him close until their lips brush. It's hardly a kiss, the touch ghosting against his lips in a maddening tease. Still, he keeps his hands to himself as if touching Astarion would break the moment.  

"Gods," the elf murmurs, and Gale can feel the movement of his lips. Astarion sounds drunk, his tone breathless and the word slurred. "You are…"

"I am…?" Gale asks, steadier than he feels. The orb is angry in his chest, purple light glowing between them, but it's nothing compared to the hammer that is his heart, fast and unstoppable. 

"Dangerous," Astarion purrs. "You make an elf like me think things, darling."

#scrapped writing #drabble #crab writes #crab speaks #bloodweave #gale dekarios #astarion ancunin #bg3

[ichisama]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ヒプノシスマイク | Hypnosis Mic (Albums) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aohitsugi Samatoki/Yamada Ichiro Characters: Yamada Ichiro, Aohitsugi Samatoki Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 67 of cosmic: a fic a day for samaichi Summary:

"And this is where you'll find our public baths and sauna."

"There's a sauna?" Ichiro and Samatoki said in unison.

#crab writes #hypmic #ichisama #post-canon #canon divergence #day 67!