#eriquin

[aparticularbandit]

@eriquin - your words from junk-0!

“Are you awake?”

Matsu’s voice is impossibly bright, impossibly boisterous.  It doesn’t matter that he’s speaking at a decibel that seems normal enough, his very tone and manner makes him loud.  He crosses his hands in front of him, head tilting to the side as he examines his screens.  “It’d be nice if ya said something, you know.  Can’t tell if ya just nod.”

[lizhly-writes]

@eriquin for wip wdnesday, jan 21 2026, in orv

Lee Seolhwa had been patient with you.  

Kim Dokja had not. 

“Can I go now?” Kim Dokja said.  “If all you’re doing is comparing me to Lee Seolhwa -- I’m happy to know about your feelings, but--”

Kim Dokja had dropped his love for you carelessly in your lap, like a cat dropping a rat at its owner’s feet, and with just as much grace and nonchalance, decided to walk away.  A confession that he deemed you incapable of ever returning.

It isn’t true.

“... What?”

You aren’t in love with Kim Dokja.  This is a fact.

It does not mean you could never love him.

[redrosydiaz]

hotel pillows please!

hi hiiii! 🫶 thank you for this!! the kick in the pants i needed to get something solid going for this! (my wip was a whoooole bunch of random half-written sentences and paragraphs strewn about before this so!! slowly but surely i am bringing order to that haha)

Buck turns. The mattress squeaks. Eddie sighs. Shit. He’s supposed to be asleep. Buck thought he was already asleep. Then again, his side of the room has been pretty quiet. Eddie doesn’t snore all the time, but he’s a pretty consistent sleep snuffler. It’s a cute sound, not quite a whistle, but not quite a full huff either — something right in between. Soft and breathy and, on occasion, a little bit nasally. It catches sometimes, like it’s teetering on the edge of becoming a fully fledged snore, but usually it’s a steady rhythm. Even better than a white noise machine, if you ask Buck; whenever they share a room, he forgoes his entirely in favor of letting Eddie’s snuffly breathing lull him to sleep instead. But, come to think of it, Buck can’t be sure he’s heard it tonight. At least not in the last hour or two. Though, he hasn’t exactly been listening for it — much too distracted by his own unendurable discomfort.

wip name game

[theladyragnell]

17, the most random number

We're back into my court fantasy series! This is the first of three novellas that I grouped together into one NaNo project, and is about the shy younger sister of two of the previous heroines in the series (if you've been following along today, the heroine from #15 is one of them), who wants to find her confidence, going on a noble progress not at ALL stolen from the Protector of the Small books, where she makes some friends, embroiders a lot, falls in love with a sweet young knight (who's friends with her older sister*), and becomes a bit of a heroine when a great deal of rain knocks out a bridge.

*I am discovering while writing all of these that I relied on "friend of my sibling or sibling of my friend" as love interests, as well as childhood friends. I think those are just inherently Safe Options, love interests come pre-vetted that way.

[yesdangerpls]

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Yayyy thanks for helping out friend! Here's what I've written for the holiday exchange~

Riveting, I know. So here's some Rain or Shine!

And Steve is already pulling his shirt over his head. He folds it and leaves it on the counter, and—look, Eddie had seen that lush jungle on his chest before, and he’d gleaned the general shape of his legs and stuff when Steve wore those criminal shorts during his morning runs, but when Steve starts to unbuckle his belt, well—

Eddie lets out a strangled noise in protest, and Steve looks back, with a confused, “What’s up, Eddie?” still unzipping his jeans, and then they’re on the floor and he’s stepping out of them in his fucking—tight white briefs and tube socks, and folding his jeans up like nothing is happening, then his tube socks go too and Eddie thinks his heart is well on its way to following them, beating against his ribs like he’s just run the mile.

Make me write! ✨

[kalira]

WIP Wednesday Sentences

From my October 1st post here; some of Eien no Saigo for @auburnlaughter and @eriquin, thank you!

He couldn’t . . . couldn’t stand anyone else’s touch right now, no matter how distant they felt. He- He couldn’t speak, either, not even for Sayaka. There were no words, his tongue clumsy and still. He took a shuddering breath, resting a hand on the coffin. He heard the murmur of his friends and Sayaka’s speaking around him as though he was under water. Or earth.

[shares-a-vest]

🧛🧛🧛

Thank you for the ask!! This one continues on from/extends the snippet I initially shared :)

“Soooo – ” Steve hiccups, “Fun!” Making sure of his footing, Steve slowly steps inside. “The best,” Eddie chimes, slurs his words. He spots Steve by placing his hands on his waist, clearly using the anchor to guide himself inside from the front stoop too. After a moment of awkward shuffling around, Diane manages to corral the boys away from the door enough to close and lock it. “Mom…” Steve says, voice low now, serious. “Yes, darling?” Diane places a hand on his shoulder as her son hangs his head and sniffles. “I love you…” he mumbles, “So much!”

[nb-octopus-writes]

@eriquin said,

Enrichment in their Enclosure please!

"Hello," the giant said after several moments of just looking at him.

Lewis swallowed. His mouth felt dry. "Good morning," he answered, and only years of experience as a guard kept the tremble out of his voice. "Do you need something?"

The giant smiled. Their fingers twitched, but their hand remained where it was, at least for the moment. "I want to pick you up."

Lewis couldn't breathe, suddenly.