Blue02
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A fairy tale of sorts, or perhaps just the story of a firebug named Bren.
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- Part 2 of Mighty Nein oneshots/drabbles/etc
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Caleb's brain is fucked and seemingly takes every opportunity it has to draw on his anxiety and make nightmares out if it.
Essek isn't sure how to handle it.
Alt title: Snow and (gay)Panic
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- Part 1 of Mighty Nein oneshots/drabbles/etc
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**Major Spoiler Warning!!!**
Requests Open: Character(s) x character(s) only, AUs and smut also accepted at my discretion.
Oneshots dedicated to Vox Machina.
Pairings: romantic/platonic
Percahlia!!, Vexleth!, Pikelan, Vax/Gilmore. Also rarepairs such as Vex/Zahra, Zahra/Kash, Allura/Kima.Other parings will most likely be platonic but I will consider any and all requests.
Please comment and enjoy!
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Fox's Claw by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi)
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series), Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski
07 Jan 2026
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Chased by his past, a witcher goes looking for a missing sorcerer. He won't be alone in his search.
A sequel to Cat's Paw.
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- Part 2 of shadowgast witcher au
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It starts like this: Essek, in a fit of lonely idiocy, agrees to partake in a honeypot scheme with the Mighty Nein. It goes about as smoothly as he should have expected.
It evolves to this: by decree of Deirta Thelyss, Verin is tasked with protecting his brother and his brother’s friends(??) as they parlay with the Children of Malice over the diplomatic incident they caused. Verin remembers his brother being much more of an aloof douche and much less of a floating disaster.
Or: In a reality where the Mighty Nein do a stop in Xhorhas prior to meeting up with DeRogna, Essek agrees to help with one side quest and ends up with a lover, a brother, and a fight with a god.
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Bookmarked by Blue02
24 Dec 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Characterization? Nailed.
OCs? Funny as fuck.
Sass? Incredible.
Dierta? Mastermind.
Verin? Bamboozled.Funniest read in ages. Honeypot scheme goes wrong and the wizards bone nasty.
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grasping dark, reaching gold by lakrisrot (enheduane)
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
12 Mar 2023
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There are hands on his face, and the man before him is kneeling, half-crawled into his hiding place. He has a good face, maybe. Red hair. Warm-colored lights hover around him.
Bookmarked by Blue02
02 Dec 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
Feebleminded Essek POV that I read at work instead of working :)
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Following the defeat of Lucien and Cognouza, Caleb and Essek have an evening alone in the tower together. Caleb shows him one of the rooms on the eighth floor, because revisiting old memories can be a cathartic way to start making room for new ones.
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Bookmarked by Blue02
02 Nov 2024
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blood, white marble, and starlight by blackeyedblonde for rainbowsrambles
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
11 Aug 2024
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Crowley feels an incredulous laugh wing up out of her like a startled bird. “What’s ailing me this time?” she asks, reaching up to claw at her sodden veil hanging limply against her front. “There’s nothing left for you to fucking heal.”
Aziraphale leans in closer, his face held only the careful breadth of two hands from her own, and merely presses through the strands of hair and strips of cloth still plastered to Crowley’s throat and chest like scarlet seaweed. His index finger lightly touches the discernible shape of her breastbone, and she simply sits there and lets him with her heart dashing itself to death underneath.
“But there is,” he says softly before pulling his hand away again. “Just here.”
Crowley tries to snarl but makes a withered sort of sound in the back of her throat instead. “You idiot,” she whispers, shaking all over now with cold and wrath and the blinded oblivion of her own despair. “You doddering old fool of an angel. How the hell do you think you’re going to heal that?”
“By holding you,” Aziraphale says, terribly simply. “If you’d let me.”