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jessicas-pi · 7 months

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One does not simply ignore the fact that you fake-kissed while on a mission.

Sabine and Ezra had not spoken in sixteen days.

People were getting suspicious.

Something had to be done.

So, Sabine woman’d up, and cornered Ezra in the Phantom.

“We need to talk,” she announced, a little more menacingly than she meant to.

She kind of expected him to panic and start stammering, but instead he let out a huge sigh of relief.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “We really need to talk.”

“Yeah…” Sabine echoed, suddenly unsure where to go with the conversation. She’d prepared this in her head with him being freaked out, not with him just as eager to get this talked over as she was.

“I don’t think pretending it didn’t happen is working,” he said, after a long pause.

“Brilliant observation, genius. What could possibly have clued you in?” she asked, defaulting to sarcasm before she could stop herself.

Ezra took it with a grin. “I think it was the time you were so concentrated on not looking at me that you walked into a door.”

She… had no idea where to go with that. Because he was right. She’d walked into a door because of him and his stupid pretty eyes. (Not that he knew about the stupid pretty eyes part.)

Ezra flipped down one of the seats, and gestured for her to sit across from him. She did, and he leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands.

“Remember how I said you were the best friend I could ever have asked for?” he asked.

“I think your exact words were coolest friend.”

“Best friend, coolest friend… either way.” Ezra seemed to gather himself, then spoke quickly. “Kissing is not something the average person does with their best coolest friend.”

Sabine startled so hard she almost fell out of her seat. “Okay, when I said we needed to talk about it, I didn’t mean so—bluntly—”

He held up his hands and gave her a pleading look. “Just hear me out?”

“…fine. Whatever.”

“Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to kriff up everything.”

Sabine cleared her throat, feeling red creep up her cheeks. “Can we just… not say… the, uh… ‘k-word’?”

“Sure. Pretending we didn’t kiss is just going to mess up everything.”

“That wasn’t the k-word I was—”

Sabine stopped as she saw the smile on his face.

He was joking.

But... oh, karabast, that smile.

Her heart started rattling a rapid beat in her chest and she was suddenly short on breath.

She stood up quickly, which did not help with either of those problems. “I need my helmet for this discussion.”

#sabezra #fic snippet #fic sneak peek #brand new fic y'all!!!!!#this one is pretty ridiculous tbh #AND it has cameos by two of my Obscure Blorbos #anywaaaay yeah i hope to have this done in time to post for day 2 of sabezraweek!!#this is actually part of a bigger AU/series idea concept so there may possibly someday be more that gets published!#(i say 'possibly' because this AU is weird and kinda dumb so i'm a little hesitant to share it all 😅)#jessie and kenna's ridiculous unhinged headcanon au

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wondrlez · 1 year

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"It's my brother, isn't it?" The words fall from his mouth before he can stop them, and Sirius waits—waits for Narcissa to shake her head and tell him that no, it's the news of some other tragedy, some other horror, but not Regulus'.

Narcissa nods. "It is."

The world spins and tumbles. "No," Sirius says, waiting for everything to stop. Hunched over, elbows on the table. Head in hands. Stop, stop, stop. "No."

Narcissa stands, because she was raised in the same family as he was. Because they believe different, her and Sirius, but the same traditions are seared into their flesh and bone. "On your feet, cousin." This is the last time she will ever call him that.

Sirius stands, not straight, but low. Bowed down so that the only thing he sees is the patterns on the wood or the table between them, hands still braced on the sides of it because it's the only thing keeping him up.

Narcissa repeats, softer this time. "On your feet, cousin."

So Sirius stands, because of his belief—because of the tradition that's seared into his flesh and bone. Because that's how you do this.

You: "How is my brother, Narcissa?"

And Narcissa: "Your brother is dead, Sirius."

#little dumb snippet #won't rlly be writing a lot of this but. it's an idea #might come back to it once it's done marinating in my head #+ i have other priorities #it's canon compliant ofc #so like yeah #lol could u tell i was experimenting with this one #haha #this scene came 2 me in a fever dream #literally

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panzershrike-pretz · 5 months

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Hey guys, i'm trying to get back into writing!

For now i don't really have anything in mind, but seeing as Peggy made some success in this post, i decided to start with just a translation of one of Peggy's other dumbasseries :D

Please enjoy! Or don't, who am i to say?

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Peggy sat down beside her owner, looking up with some curiosity as her and the other people talked. She could only make up some of the words being said and, honestly, couldn't care less for it. She heard stuff she knew here and there, but the conversation didn't seem to include her, so she could only watch.

Her eyes drifted from her owners face to the child in front of them. She could smell his fear as he panicked about something to do with a Francesca lady. Pegs didn't care a single bit as she layed down.

"Oh... oh no! Oh no, i'm talking to much!", the kid said, covering his mouth with his hands as if it would make his words disappear. "Francesca is gonna kill me!"

"Chill out, Peet" Peggy's owner said and the dogs ears turned a bit at the sound of her voice. Pangy smiled sweetly, playing the childs game - she could only guess what he was trying to fool with that talk of Francesca being from the past or she inviting him to go with her to a safe place, inside a cabinet. It could only be his imagination, right?

Her smile didn't work. He seemed to shiver in fear, eyes darting to the men surrounding rhe woman. Could he run? Maybe he should run.

Peggy huffed, rolling her eyes. Maybe we could've stayed in bed today, she tought, feeling a nudge in her butt and turning her head. It was Dennis, Collins' more serious and not-fun brother.

He looked around as if to make sure no one was watching before getting down to her level and offering some crackers. She felt her tail wagging and violently hitting Dean's leg.

Maybe it was some kind of peace offering? He'd been a pain in her ass since his brothers passing - or, better yet, a pain in everyone's ass. Either way, Peggy happily took her snacks.

She didn't pay attention when a women walked out of the cafe's door, placing her hands on Peet's shoulder. It calmed him down instantly.

"You must be Francesca, right?", Pangy asked. It was the same woman that gave her cake and water about an hour ago. She wasn't really talkative, it seemed. "Peet talked about you".

Her face didn't change and they quickly caught up that she couldn't understand their language. The woman simply smiled politely, while a cat who sat at her shoulders glared with death eyes at 'em.

The feline didn't seem to noticed Peggy as it jumped down to inspect her visitors. That was a critical error on it's part.

Peggy jumped up immediately, her tail wagging more than ever as she chomped don the cat's head, fitting it whole in her own mouth. She didn't even gave it a chance to react, which left the feline confused for a good second before hissing and swating at her.

"PIA!", Francesca yelled, concerned for the cat who managed to release itself from the grasp and jumped on the table, it's fur up and ears pinned back.

Peggy barked as she put her front paws on the table, refusing to heed her owners order to "sit" or "stay down" or "PEGGY FUCK OFF!".

She tried to grab it's tail, but only got a few good punches in the face and a scratch in the nose - that finally made her back down, confused. Aren't you friend? What a strange dog! So small and feisty!

"Gods, Peggy, get off the cat's face!", her owner spat, trying to pull her off by the collar with the help of Dennis. The dog sat again, still extremely curious.

Pia the cat started calming down only a bit, her tail swinging and howling at the dog. She was almost certain she could claw the dogs eyes out if she really tried.

Not friend?, Peggy turned her head a bit, still happy. She wasn't even bothered as her owner made a quick check up on the scratch. Mom, I wanna see the angry tiny dog!

Pangy couldn't stop muttering sorry apologies to Francesca - not that she could understand, but she most certainly felt the womans guilt for the situation.

Pia finally sat down, looking down at Peggy. Who did that ugly dog think she was to bite the head of such a princess? Pia would've sent her to the guillotine if she could.

The cat started to clean herself up, when suddenly she felt hands around her picking her up.

The man, Nigel, had a flirty smile as he handed Francesca the cat as if it was a flower bouquet. Pia was having a terrible day.

"I think this is yours, pretty~", Nigel said, winking at Franzie. She could not care less to his advances, simply taking her kitty out of his hands with a simple "thanks".

"Yeah, Nigel, she wants you to fuck off!" someone else said, giggling to himself.

"FUCK YOU, DEAN!", the man turned at him, almost growling, then stormed off in defeat.

Peggy licked her nose, looking around as Francesca pulled Peet from his chair by the arm, simply tired of dealing with that. In a moment, the three simply disappearing in the crowd that took the street.

Well, that was fun! She tought, without notincing the ooks of annoyance she was receiving from the soldiers. She managed to single handedly (pawdedly?) embarass everyone in front of Peet and Franzie.

"Sometimes I think that if she wasn't a good rescue dog, she'd be left behind", Dennis whispered, narrowing his eyes at her.

Peggy wagged her tail.

Rescue? Who am I rescuing? Will we go after Collins then?

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I hope y'all like my silly dumb dog! :]

That was all I have for now, though I could translate more of her dumb adventures.

#have my dumb baby being dumb #she never saw a cat before #Pia fucking hates her #and a snippet of some of my other silly little guys :]#oc #oc universe #🥨🪶

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miamierre · 11 months

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It’s so easy like this. “I like that you are who you say you are, Charles Leclerc.” Pierre pats the seat beside him. “Would you like a ride home? I already know where you live.”

From his perch on Pierre’s door, Charles rolls his eyes and leans back for a moment. “That’s very creepy, you know,” he hums, and Pierre laughs again. For a moment, it seems like Charles hesitates—but the moment doesn’t last long, as he exaggeratedly opens the passenger side door and slides inside, bag nestled on his lap. A wave of relief washes over him. “Does that work on all of the girls?”

Pierre just chuckles. “What other girls?”

#okay DIFFERENT mechanic snippet #girl im so obsessed with this universe. like not to be a narcissist but it has to be top 5 of my dumb ass little au ideas #tbd

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mynonclicheblog · 8 months

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whenever I pick up my Undisclosed Derry Girls Future Fic(tm) again

#derry girls #writing #personal #too bad i can't write anything in FUCKING ORDER #dumb little out-of-place snippets with zero context

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antilocaprine · 1 year

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Kiss promt 18 frenreylatta

More poly parings!

(Kiss Prompt List)

18. ...as encouragement.

“Okay, okay, okay, shut up,” Gordon says, even though no one else is talking. Benrey watches him out of the corner of his eye from where he’s sprawled across the couch, Switch in hand. He’s glad he had Animal Crossing loaded up before Gordon came barreling in, because it means he’s not getting clobbered by enemies in-game as he tries to keep track of what Gordon’s going on about now.

“We’re, um, we’re listening,” Tommy says from behind the couch. He’d been doing something in the kitchen - and whatever it was, it’s probably good that Gordon distracted him, because it was starting to smell like smoke.

“Okay,” Gordon says again, both hands in his hair. “I just - I know I’m gonna fuck this up somehow.”

“But you, um, you know the whole presentation,” Tommy says.

“Yeah, I do now,” Gordon scoffs. “But as soon as anyone starts asking questions, I’m gonna blow it!”

“So don’t let ‘em ask questions,” Benrey mumbles at his screen. “Easy.”

‘No,” Gordon huffs, pacing in front of the couch. “Not easy! These are the big guys, okay, the mucky-mucks, the - the -”

“The big kahunas?” Tommy suggests, and Gordon points at him.

“Yes! That! I can’t tell them to shut up!”

“Sure y’can,” Benrey shrugs. “Bet no one ever does. They, uh, won’t know what t’do with it.”

Gordon snorts. “They’ll know what to do with me. They’ll fire me.”

“They’re not going to fire you,” Tommy says soothingly, like he’s trying to calm a frantic horse. “They asked you to make the presentation, so that means - that must mean they trust you, and, and they think you’re the best person to do it!”

Gordon buries his face in his hands and groans. Benrey takes the chance to look up and give him a solid once-over. He’s fully dressed, but his suit shirt is wrinkled and he’s still in his socks. His suit jacket and tie are tossed haphazardly over the big easy chair, the one that’s extra wide so two of them can fit in it - or all three, if they balance just right. Benrey glances over the back of the couch and meets Tommy’s worried gaze. Gordon needs to leave in the next fifteen minutes in order to be on time, which means they need to work together to build enough of a scaffolding to hold him up as quickly as they can.

Tommy goes first. Tommy always goes first - he was the one who started this whole thing, watching Gordon and Benrey dance around each other, listening to Benrey whine and letting Gordon complain, both of them always circling back to him until he finally snapped and explained their own feelings to them, and then everything had made perfect sense.

“Mr. Freeman,” Tommy says, and Gordon straightens, because Tommy only calls him that when he’s being serious these days. “Listen. You’re - you’ve got everything you need to, um, to succeed. You have your powerpoint, and you know how to start - how to set it up. If they ask you questions, you know the answers, because you - Mr. Freeman, you know this subject inside and out!”

“Backwards and in high heels,” Benrey mutters as his villager shakes a cherry tree.

Gordon huffs a strained laugh. “I’m no Ginger Rogers.”

“Maybe not,” Benrey hums, glancing up and winking. “But y’got better legs.”

“I - really? I really doubt that,” Gordon scoffs, but his cheeks are pink, so Benrey will take that as a win.

“Gordon, you’re - you’ll do fine,” Tommy says, stepping around the couch and picking up Gordon’s tie from the chair. He slings it over Gordon’s shoulders and loops it under his collar. Gordon heaves a sigh and drops his head to rest on Tommy’s shoulder.

“M’just…really nervous, guys,” he mumbles.

Benrey frowns at Tommy over Gordon’s head. The presentation is important - if the board likes it, they’ll accept Gordon’s team’s project and he’ll get a big bump in pay - but it’s not the end of the world if the board picks another project instead. Gordon won’t actually be out of a job - he’s just being dramatic and stressing out over his own anxieties.

Tommy raises his eyebrows, and Benrey grins and slides his Switch under the couch. There’s really only one good way to quickly get Gordon out of his head when he’s like this.

Benrey rolls off the couch and tackles Gordon, who yelps in surprise and flails as Benrey tips on his heels and collapses back onto the couch.

“What - Benrey!”

Tommy grins down at them and walks around the couch to lean over the back, elbows on the headrest as Gordon kicks in Benrey’s grip. Benrey twists his hips and wraps his legs around Gordon’s. He’s already got one arm in his grip, and when Gordon reaches back to try to dislodge him, he whips his hand around Gordon’s wrist quick as a snake and locks it across his torso.

Gordon subsides, panting. “Really? What are you, an octopus?”

Benrey ducks his head and nuzzles the back of Gordon’s neck. He’s a bit squashed, but he’s sturdy and doesn’t need to breathe as much as the other two. Besides, he likes having the weight of another person grounding him. Or better yet, two people.

“Tommy?”

“Sandwich time?” Tommy grins down at him.

“Tommy - Tommy, no, I don’t - oof!” Gordon huffs as Tommy eels over the back of the couch and flops his long limbs over the both of them, sandwiching Gordon in between.

Benrey sinks further into the cushions under their combined weight, and unlinks his legs from around Gordon’s thighs to hook his heel over the back of Tommy’s legs, tangling them all together. Gordon wheezes and cackles, and Tommy grins down at him and smacks a kiss to his cheek.

“See? You just have to relax, and you’ll be fine,” Tommy says. Benrey buries a smile in the crook of Gordon’s neck where it meets his shoulder. He feels it when the tension bleeds out of Gordon, leaving him boneless as he takes a breath. Tommy rises and falls on top of him as his lungs inflate, then heave out a deep sigh.

“Okay,” Gordon says quietly, and Benrey releases his arms so he can wrap them around Tommy, dragging Benrey’s hands with him, squeezing them into a three-person hug. “All right,” he says, this time into Tommy’s shoulder again. Tommy tucks his chin over Gordon’s shoulder and Benrey tilts his face up to kiss Tommy’s nose. Tommy giggles, and Gordon chuckles as well. Their shaking sends vibrations through Benrey, buried at the bottom of the heap, that feel almost like a purring cat - but a really big one. A tiger or something. Do tigers purr? He’ll look it up later.

“Feel better?” Benrey asks, and Gordon tips his head back onto Benrey’s shoulder and squints at him sideways.

“Annoyingly, yes,” he says. “I hate that this works.”

“You love that this works,” Benrey smirks. “And you love us.”

“Shut up.” Gordon’s ears are flushed red, and Tommy laughs brightly as he rolls off the couch.

“C’mon, up an’ at ’em,” Benrey groans as he heaves Gordon upright. Gordon’s socks skid on the carpet, but Tommy catches and balances him as Benrey unfolds himself from the dent in the couch cushions. They got an extra-big, extra-springy one on purpose, though. It’ll be fine.

Benrey grabs Gordon’s jacket and Tommy runs his hands over Gordon’s shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles. Gordon sighs as he lets Benrey slide the sleeves on, tugging the lapels. Tommy tucks Gordon’s tie in and beams at him.

“You’re gonna kill it, Mr. Freeman,” he chirps, and Gordon chuckles.

“Can I get a kiss for luck?” he asks, glancing between the two of them.

Benrey purses his lips. “Don’t need luck. Everything’ll, uh, go perfect.”

Gordon rolls his eyes “Kisses for encouragement, then?”

Benrey hums and raises his eyebrows at Tommy, who pretends to think it over before nodding decisively.

“I think we can - I think that’s acceptable,” he says, and he and Benrey lean in together. Tommy has to bend down a touch, and Benrey has to go up on his toes to make it work, but they each kiss one of Gordon’s cheeks at the same time.

Gordon is grinning softly when they pull back, and drops his head to kiss Benrey on the lips before tipping his chin up to do the same to Tommy. “Thanks, guys,” he says, sounding much more settled.

“Whatever,” Benrey mumbles, his face hot, and shuffles back over to the couch to retrieve his Switch. Tommy and Gordon laugh, then Gordon looks at his watch and makes a high pitched noise as he darts for the door.

“Don’t worry,” Tommy yells out after him. “You’ll do great!”

Gordon yells something back, but Benrey misses it. That’s probably for the best. Tommy closes the door with a sigh and retreats to the couch. Benrey pulls his legs up as Tommy flops across the cushions.

“He’ll be okay,” he says quietly, “right?”

Benrey glances up at him, then tips over to lean on his shoulder as his character races down a path after a beetle. “Yeah, ‘course,” he says, as reassuringly as he can. “He’ll be fine.”

This is proven true when, three hours later, Gordon slams the door to the apartment open with a shout of “GUESS WHO JUST GOT PROMOTED!”

Benrey whoops, and Tommy cheers from the kitchen, but his shout is shortly followed by a hollow crump of sound and a billow of black smoke. “Oh - oops!”

Gordon drops his arms with a wordless exclamation, then stares as Benrey reaches behind the arm of the couch and hurls a fire extinguisher into the smoke.

“Ow,” Tommy yelps, quickly followed by “Thanks Benrey,” and a hiss of foam.

“Why do I even try?” Gordon sighs, and goes to open the windows. Benrey watches him from the couch.

“‘Cause it’s worth it?” he hazards.

Gordon looks over his shoulder, taking in the thinning smoke, Tommy’s sheepish smudged face emerging from the kitchen doorway, Benrey still lounging motionless on the couch. He smiles ruefully.

“Yeah, you know, it is. It really, really is.”

Tommy hands the empty fire extinguisher to Benrey, who tilts it at an angle to salute him with it before dropping it back on the floor.

“Wait,” Gordon says slowly, stepping away from the open window and squinting at the ceiling. “Why didn’t the smoke alarms go off?”

“Oh, Benrey ate the batteries,” Tommy replies casually as he flaps a dish towel at the remaining wisps of smoke.

“Benrey did WHAT?”

Cackling, Benrey dives off the couch and makes a run for the back of the apartment, Gordon hot on his heels and cursing him viciously. Behind them, Tommy laughs like a sunrise, and Benrey decides that, yeah, whatever else he has to put up with, these two are worth it. This is worth it.

#hlvrai #my words #kiss prompts #snippets #askbox #todaytomorrowgiraff #swearing #frenreylatta #small kitchen explosion #anxiety #i've never written this pairing before so hopefully it felt natural #yes more poly pairings i agree #can it be a pairing if it's more than a pair of people though?#poly groupings #hmm. needs workshopping.#very little proofreading so hopefully there aren't any dumb typos #smart typos are allowed though

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meadow-roses · 1 year

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"Sometimes, you will get injured," Rowan said, placing his hand heavily on Joden's shoulder. "But that does not have to stop you from trying your hardest. You just have to try your hardest, at getting better."

He pushed downward gently, shoving him back down onto the bed.

Leaning down next to his face, he whispered loudly, "Now get some sleep."

Joden grimaced and closed his eyes.

#a little dialogue snippet. for a treat #also help me the bnha brainrot I'm just. hmmmm smells like dadmight #anyway #this is after the scene where Joden gets shot in the leg asfhvg #cause he's being dumb trying to save the old man he's adopted #deepwood #oc #wip #writing #meadowrosewrites #joden #rowan #deepwood written #snippet

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elegyofthemoon · 3 months

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tbh i think i just need to get into a media thatll shake me to my core the way me revisiting p//andora hearts at a crucial time shook me

#nothing will top how ph means a lot to me seriously adklfakdah #i can talk forever about why oz means a lot to me but why would i do that actually thatd be terrible adslkjfahl #if you need a character thats very very essential to me its oz honestly alsjkdfalkjs #i feel like thats REALLY ALL YOU NEED everyone else is just little snippets #but anyways!#some evil part of my brain is like 'hon//kai can be that for you and im fighting for my life'#'its not allowed to.'#i mean i was already feeling it with ch 9 ex bro i had to go lay down watching kiana in that chapter holy fuck man asdlkfjahl #but yeah idk i feel like....if i was able to dedicate more time to finishing up pt 1 i think honkai COULD have that potential. i sense it #it gives me the same levels of interest as like p//andora hearts and n//ier so 👀#but yeah anyways. i just need something to shake my life from its pedestal #thats another thing i kinda miss #i think its just that bc of how much all this has drained me #its been harder to really enjoy things that i ACTUALLY enjoy doing #the only thing i got going for me are my dumb comics bc thats low energy + i dont care if it looks super bad theyre funny to me #i guess i just miss being super passionate about interests #augh #snow speaks #i am feeling a lot better now but ig thats only if i just focus on doing things i like

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sangcreole · 1 year

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bruh

#sometimes i hurt myself by rereading absolutely random snippets of iwtv #i LOVE all of louis' commentary on their early relationship though!!#it's both heartbreaking and fucking HILARIOUS #louis is the king of shade i swear to god #'all i wanted was to know lestat and see this tenderness in him. too bad he's a BIG DUMB IDIOT LOSER.'#'a man of even a little thought' I'M FUCKING HOWLING #god i love him SO MUCH #*【 ❛What can the damned really have to say to the damned?❜ 】 ➤ Isms

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baatarthefirst · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Dragon Prince (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Amaya/Janai (The Dragon Prince), Harrow/Sarai (The Dragon Prince) Characters: Amaya, Janai, Khessa, Karim, Sarai, Harrow - Character Additional Tags: Fluff, morning after the wedding night, the brides are not alive this morning, Annoying Siblings, Annoying In-Laws, Slice of Life Summary:

In another world, humans and elves don't fight...they just annoy the hell out of each other.

#dumb little snippet #humans and elves get along...mostly #Janai #Amaya #Sarai #Khessa #Karim #Harrow #The dragon prince #tdp #janaya #amaya x janai

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shycorvid · 2 months

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Just like how Jason Todd thinks he can help reduce crime by taking over and doing a better job of it, Tim Drake could do the same thing but with all those rogues with multiple degrees.

Tim- They won't have time to become rogues and hire minions if they're my minions first. The Rest of the Family (except Jason)- *concerned bat noises* Jason- *nodding* Makes sense to me.

#batman #tim drake #jason todd #look they're so alike in many ways #just siblings being siblings #dumb little snippets

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baeshijima · 2 years

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writing is hard, folks

#sophie’s idle chatter #okay ive talked abt this before but i have an oc various x reader series right?#but recently ive been having thoughts about aNOTHER oc various x reader fic #but its like #REVERSE isekai #so one of the ocs is the transmigrator instead of the reader and we watch little snippets of how the oc reacts #and reader and the other ocs are all part of this novel that isekai oc has read #and his fav character is reader - a side character/the best friend of the fl #or snth like that #and ofc the typical ‘everyone loves the fl’ trope happens bc its a cliche as fuck novel hes now part of #and obv theres gonna be like. inferiority complex. bc reader always got compared to fl throughout her life and stuff #and ppl mainly talk to her to ask abt fl #(oh. fl is female lead btw)#but reader bottles her feelings up n stuff bc what else can she do other than act like shes happy to avoid confrontation #and isekai oc is basically the only one who knows her inner struggles #EXCEPT FOR ANOTHER OC WHO IS READERS LONGTIME-ISH FRIEND #and hea more on the reserved side and keeps to himself but cares a lot for reader #who thinks he cares more for fl instead #and then woo modern school kinda setting bc wow modern fics #and now i cant write my other oc various bc i have this fucking dumb idea stuck in my head #i even have the characters planned with pinterest boards. as usual.#sobs #ofc its gonna be posted on quotev as always but hdjfjdnfjfkf

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quillyfied · 1 year

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Wrote a reunion/talking it through fic, like literally everyone else here. But, flavor: they're trapped in a cave during high tide! Incredible.

#our flag means death #quilly writing #this is the thing that really needed 10k of setup for this level of emotional payoff #but i did not write that setup #so this is it #maybe i'll do what everyone else is also doing and make a little collection of s2 snippets i'd like to see #but for now take this #i wrote it. it's dumb. you don't have to--#this is the part where someone should smooch me #to complete the reference

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its-sixxers · 2 years

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there is a fun part of being unable to write or draw more stuff for your ocs when the stuff you do put out has a greater teehee context behind it that no one but u knows

#in this case its the fact that ulfric and idunn totally kissed #when i say her beating his ass is her redemption that’s why #to be fair to her he was very manipulative and she wasn’t in the best headspace but still. girl is a little dumb #tfw u are so desperate for affection and love that you buy into a conquering asshole’s spiel for a hot minute #girl hes like 60 #anyways if you’re wondering why she’s so resigned to tandreth possibly killing her in the heist fic snippet thats why

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partyinthemysterymachine · 1 year

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Ooh, deleted scene?

D E L E T E D - S C E N E

it's VERY silly, LOL, but the idea was in my brain and i had to do what i always do: Just Fuckin Write It Out, Cuz U Never Know If It's Worth It™️ (but also, i consider all my scenes - whether the make The Cut (haha, funny bc it literally got cut) or not - to be an exercise in character development; we're just here to have fun, gang!!)

so....... without further aduuuuuuu:

✨the deleted scene✨

(spoiler alert?? .. idk...???? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ spoilers-ish. maybe. FEH idk)

(CONTEXT: this occurred just after James came back up from the basement and Harry's telling him about the botched bible. Unfortunately i don't seem to have whatever'd led up to this, but one can only assume that James had the Universe Brained idea to suggest that Harry go look for another bible in the library.)

“By god, we are just on the same wavelength today!” Harry exclaimed, loaded with enough petty sarcasm to burst a bat. He pushed the chair back a bit at an angle to give himself room, threw one knee over the other, and landed the topmost a good smack. “And yanno what?” Then, with the flair and wobble of a wet noodle, dropped his side into the short backing of the chair, and slung his bent elbow over its ledge, beaming at James’s unamused face. “I thought the same thing! — and even went to check!”

James stared deadpan into Harry’s fake, stretched-out smile. Facing each other with contrasting expressions like that, they looked like the famous pair of stage drama masks. He knew where this was going the moment Harry started up with his dramatic nonsense, and now that it seemed like Harry was waiting for him to take his turn, he still hadn’t decided how much freedom to be an asshole he wanted Harry to have.

His nose released a short bout of wind. “Oh dear. Oh no.” James uttered, all in a monotone that made plywood seem interesting. “Did something happen.”

“James, you are not going to believe this,” Harry began in a way so sugarcoated that James thought that if anything, the guy should consider hosting daytime TV as a backup in case his writing career ever failed, “but something. Did.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What was it.”

“Hold onto your ass, and onto your seat for this one— because they don’t. Have. One.”

James had never struggled so hard not to break character. He was so fucking close to cracking up that he was considering leaving right then and there; and yet, he bravely persisted. “Oh, no: they don’t have an ass, or a seat?”

But Harry was still talking, though. “But who [REDACTED] are of course both news to me, and totally unknown to me. It seems like you were right about your theory though, which is damn spooky, if ya ask me.”

“.. yeah,” James quietly replied. “I’m a little spooked too.”

“You sure Silent Hill didn’t give you a hint for this?”

“Not at all. — I mean, it didn’t give me a hint, or say anything about it. Honest.”

“I believe you; I’m just steppin’ on your tail for fun.”

“It’s okay.” pause “.. so what’s it mean?”

“That’s a question I’d love to answer,” he sighed, “but I got nothing. Ran into a bigger problem during all this. Look.”

“Trouble in River City - this copy of the Order bible is borked. Seemingly random too,” he elucidated, picking at dog eared pages to show James more examples, “but this seems too fucking messy, really, for it to be accidental.”

“No kidding. These were going to be shipped out to Utah in a box.”

“Jesus, you remember that?”

“What?”

“The destination. Utah.”

“Yeah, cuz I thought it was weird. It’s all Mormons over there.

“You’re sharper than a hornet on a stick; I felt the same way. But yeah; this seems fucked. The good news is that we left the box back at the police station, and we ought to head over to the Central side of Silent Hill at some point, anyway.”

“Hmm. Yeah. Good call.”

“Thanks, I made it myself.” sighs. “I think, other than that? That’s it for me; I’m beat, James.”

“Yeah.”

“Did you make any progress with the moths?”

A shrug. “I made notes. I’ll go over them with you later.”

He looked thankful. “Sounds good.”

#ches writes #goomt #hope u enjoy(ed)!!! :3c #i have a LOT of shit that i've cut and some will get recycled into later scenes and plot points so Unfortunately i can't post much #but i hope this dumb little snippet gave ppl a tickle :3c #OH SHIT NINJA EDIT

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