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rhaemaya-valwynn · 1 year

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Update- Writing Fan-Fics and Real Life Problems.

Hello everyone, I just wanna give an update on whats going on so you don’t think I’ve forgotten the fan-fics I’ve started.

CW: medical problems and near death of my mother

Over the past year I have struggled with medications. I think I’ve probably gone through at least 12 different medications in an attempt to keep me ‘going’ essentially. I have a special condition which makes me horribly depressed and the Doctor’s I’ve been under are at a loss of what to do for me. The last 6 months has basically been them throwing everything and the kitchen sink at me in an attempt to keep me functioning enough to keep working as I needed to make money for medical bills for my type one diabetes, since even having insurance is not enough to truly help with how expensive it is.

It hasn’t worked. Eventually, the side effects of all the medications accumulated to a breaking point in January. I lost the ability to write (literally, my words were jumbled, I would go to write one thing and then look up to see I had typed something COMPLETELY different) and to comprehend what was being told to me. I almost lost the ability to talk because the medication had taken such a severe turn for me. My doctor had me quit cold turkey and STAY cold turkey for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks were HELL. Coming off the medication was a utter nightmare as I had to battle auditory hallucinations and the inability to move as they occurred (almost like a paralysis.)

When the dust finally settled, I felt better then I had in 7 years. People would tell me that I looked so much better, not just how I talked and behaved. While this was a great relief, about a month ago (March 16th to be exact) I came home to find a call from my mom’s friend. She was in the hospital for emergency surgery.

The doctor’s didn’t know what was wrong with her, other then something dealing with her intestines. They wouldn’t know if they could fix it till they cut her open.

Essentially, she either lived or died.

Thankfully she made it, though the doctor’s said she was 2 hours away from dying. She had torn a hole in her stomach and 20ft of her small intestine pushed through and wrapped around her colon, cutting blood flow.

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

We both reevaluated our life styles and realized we needed each other, as I was living alone going through all these medication problems and her just having divorced my father and was living alone when this happened.

Last Easter we both agreed that I would be moving back with her. April 14th I bought a trailer to live in next to her small house and am in the process of trying to move out by April 1st.

I haven’t forgotten my fan-fics (Void Walker and the Naga!Jotaro/ Warm my Soul fic)

I just do not have the time to relax or rest till I’m officially moved out and settled into my new home. I hope you all understand that I’m going to need some time to adjust and recuperate from this last year.

Thank you for reading, as a treat you can have a snippet from ‘Warm my Soul’ that I did have prepared before everything happened.

Warm my Soul- Chapter 2: Study Master Disaster The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially imagined. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was almost as if they had plucked a chunk of forest up and put it in Washington State. Nothing in here was severely dangerous that might actually harm faculty or Jotaro. Though, now that he had regained his weight and was nearly recovered, most things didn't threaten him anymore as he was a wall of sheer muscle. With nigh unstoppable power, he could genuinely hurt someone if he wanted to.This meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

Kyoshi had warned you that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their ability to move silently and crush their prey with terrifying strength, coupled with their potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat, these Cryptids ranked high on the danger chart, primarily due to the fact that their species was on the brink of extinction due to poachers and tamers alike. Lucky for you, Jotaro actually liked you, so you figured the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom to be....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras that lived in the man-made rainforest were overly friendly and would typically come trotting from their 'sunbathing' spots to greet you every morning. They were always eager for snacks and loved 'scritches.' A word used by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata who was typically tasked with giving you the snack buckets on your way in. Jotaro always gave her a weird look if he decided to wait for you at the entrance, though you never pried as there were too many things going on in his life that you didn't need to be privy to everything.

The animals may or may not be nice to you because you had kept bringing your own food previously and feeding them as you went in for Jotaro's care. The veterinarians noticed your little escapades and began offering healthier options for the animals as several of them had 'gained too much weight' from your overzealous act of kindness. The snacks were indeed better and didn't involve banana chips and dried mango slices from the dollar store. Most days you worked, you saw Jotaro, given that he had become responsive to care only from you and you alone.

The how and why is a little bit of a story, but at the end of the day, you were his most trusted caregiver. Most of your work schedule revolved around him now, with Thursdays being all to him and him alone. While some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man, you reminded them about Angela and how they shouldn't talk that way. But deep inside, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world.

To be continued....

#Health update #Warm my Soul- Naga!Jotaro #sneak peek snippet #thank you for your patience

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ghost-bxrd · 5 months

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Stony silence rings from the other end of the line, but Jason knows Bruce is listening. Listening and running through several possibilities of how someone could have gotten this number while simultaneously tracking the call signal.

This is gonna be fucking gold.

Time to sell it.

“Dad,” he sobs, pitching his voice until it breaks, teeth chattering exaggeratedly, “Dad, please, I’m scared, I-“ Jason cuts himself off with a scream and another series of sobs, “Please, I can’t— it’s locked! Please, no, Dad, it’s locked—“

A sharp intake of breath, the dull thump of something heavy colliding unexpectedly.

“Dad!” Jason cries, calling upon every single drama class he’s ever had, “Please… please- it’s almost to zero- please, I’m sorry, please, please, it hurts so much-“

Bruce breaks.

“Jason, Jason, hold on Jaylad, hold on, I will find-“

Jason smashes the phone against the marble dress of the creepy angel standing guard over his grave. The pieces vanish into the wet grass, like an occult offering eaten by Gotham’s soil.

Then Jason turns and walks away with a gleeful little smile.

But not without flipping the stupid angel off one last time.

— Grave Pretender sneak peek

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jessicas-pi · 3 months

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Local Smuggler Extremely Disappointed By Boring Reality Of Hyped-Up Love Story: More At Seven

Sabine gives him a knowing smile. “Han, be honest. Are you just looking for advice on how to date a girl who’s cooler than you?”

“No!” he lies, holding up his hands. “I’m curious! I mean, Bridger seems like a nice guy, but… he’s one of those wizards, and from what I’ve heard, your people don’t exactly get along with them.”

Sabine is quiet for a minute, apparently reminiscing.

Finally, she speaks.

“So, Ezra has always liked me. He was almost fifteen when we met, and he was—” She laughs to herself. “He was such a flirt. Cocky, full of himself, overconfident… but he was sweet. Sometimes he was even funny.”

Han gets the feeling she might be fonder of the Jedi in hindsight than she actually was at the time, but he doesn’t interrupt her to point it out.

“We became friends, after a while,” Sabine continues sentimentally. “Best friends. And then some of Ezra’s friends bet him money that he wouldn’t ask me out, and more money that I wouldn’t say yes. So… Ezra and I decided to swindle them.”

Han sits up a little straighter. “Swindle? Antilles and Klivian said—”

“Wedge and Hobbie don’t know,” Sabine cuts him off, grinning. “They think we actually went on a date. And then… to avoid other people constantly asking us out, we kept fake dating. It was our big secret. Our bit.”

“Then, what?” Han asks. “Don’t tell me getting married was fake, too!”

“Yeah, but just for a couple months. But I couldn’t hide my feelings for him anymore, and so I ‘fessed up. And… the rest is history.” She brushes a strand of her hair out of her face and smiles. “You know, I could probably get the girls to bet Leia won’t ask you out, if you wanna give it a try—”

“Who says this is about Leia?” Han demands, bristling.

Sabine just smirks. “It’s nice to see someone who’s worse than me at lying about their feelings.”

“Hey!”

#i rewatched esb recently and got the idea to work its plot into cttb ch3!#(while completely ignoring the canon timelines and moving it to 7 months after the battle of yavin instead of 3 years lol)#so yeah sabine is stuck on the falcon with han leia 3P0 and chewie for the events of esb #while ezra hangs out on dagobah with luke r2 and yoda (and lowkey constantly stresses about getting back to sabine)#fic snippet #fic sneak peek #fake date au #commit to the bit au #sabezra #also a bit of #hanleia

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lokischocolatefountain · 1 month

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Men Like Me Ch. 2 Sneak Peak

You guys, I’m at 6.9k and the smut has only just begun. Pray for me and my hopes to post at least this weekend. And thank you all for the reception for chapter 1. I truly didn’t expect it ❤️. Please take this unedited snippet of chapter 2 as my thank you

“Why were you coming in my panties then if I didn't measure up? ”

“I won’t do it ag—” he groaned when you grabbed his cock through his pants. He let out a low grunt, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his neck as he swallowed. You replaced your index finger with your thumb, tracing his trembling lips as you lazily stroked his cock with your other thumb.

He filled your whole hand and there was still more. It took everything in you to not moan at the sheer size of him. To not grind your belly against it to feel it against you. You didn’t know how big it was supposed to be, but the romance novels you read always described the big ones as more desirable.

“I don’t want to hear excuses. I asked why. Why did you steal my panties, Joel Miller?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you come on it? Don’t fucking lie to me cause I can fucking smell you on it.”

“I did. I jerked off with it.” You had to choke back a moan at that. No, you had to be strong. Show him you could take the upper hand just like he did with you. You weren’t a little girl with a crush. You were a woman and you could have this effect on a grown man. You refused to be discounted with a pat on your pussy no matter how much you wanted him to touch you like that again.

“And that’s enough to get you going. Just a pair of my panties.”

“Mhmm.”

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Edit: Chapter 2 here

Chapter 1

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jamespotterbbg · 2 months

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small snippet of my unfinished unpublished marauders fame au fic:

for my darlings: @blu3stars & @theprettieststarfr

“Absolutely not,” Remus groaned into the phone balanced in between his ear and his shoulder, hands full of work binders and four coffees all nestled in a cardboard carrier.

“Yeah…. but like-” Barty begins and Remus breathes in and out long and heavy before answering, dryly.

“Yeah but like no. You cannot reply ‘nah fam’ in your interview tonight. Not now, not ever,” Remus hissed into the phone before hanging up on the ever-whining guy. Does he even understand the backlash of that?, Remus cursed to himself, no, no of course he doesn’t. Remus paused in the street to adjust his load, placing his phone on his binders to rest.

Remus Lupin groaned to himself as he checked an item off his mental list to prepare for the tour next month. They had countless ‘pre-shows’ and interviews leading up to the tour and album release that Remus had to figure out and schedule. The next album would come out three weeks from now, and despite all the fans thinking it was ready to go, Remus knew for a fact it wasn’t.

Remus would admit to himself that he both loved and hated his job, for many reasons. Remus managed the ever growing more popular rock band Slytherin Dystopia. Consisting of Regulus “Reg” Black, Bartiemus “Barty” Crouch Jr, and Evan “Ev” Rosier, Remus had his hands full. It was hard sometimes. (Cue a ‘that's what she said’ joke from resident office fan, Remus himself.)

Remus didn’t even know why he was working this job, well, other than the fact that Regulus had begged him to do so when they were just starting out. It also paid pretty well for a job in entertainment, and considering Remus dropped out of college on a whim, he was good with that. Actually, many professional managers had approached the band and Remus had given the go-ahead but his boys didn’t want a real manager. They wanted Remus to manage them, and that made Remus just a little happy. But he would never ever admit that. Never.

Remus had been managing the three idiots for the last four years, and had learned many things, of which he could probably compose a book. Some were more simple, and he’d figured them out near the beginning of his manager journey. For instance, depending on when you secured the hotel rooms, they could charge extra for insured privacy from paparazzi, so you had to book at the right time. Other things Remus learned through years of working with the trio, from how to help with their specific panic attacks, to dealing with hookup scandals.

Remus had seen everything, from hell and back. And yet, no matter how stressful the situation, Remus almost never thought of quitting his job. Remus hated to admit it, but he loved those boys, they were his best friends.

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fanby-fckry · 2 months

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Remember when I said I stayed up all night writing an entire Alastor version of Poor Unfortunate Souls?

Well, I originally intended to just switch up the lyrics, but now there are a lot more stage directions and some additional dialogue in there too.

It’s in the same format as the song lyric site I got the original lyrics from, because I did not expect to be doing all this, lol. It was just supposed to be a lyric swap.

More actions will probably be added when I translate this into my usual format, as well as better descriptions, but I swear, this was just meant to be lyrics and a little but of dialogue!

[Alastor, spoken]

The only way to get what you want is to become an angel, yourself.

[Charlie, spoken]

And you can do that? Just turn a demon into an angel?

[Alastor, spoken]

Why of course! Provided the demon in question is you.

The transformation would be impossible for a Sinner, but biologically speaking, you’re halfway there already!

[Charlie, spoken]

But… why? Why would you help me?

[Alastor, spoken]

Because, my dear – this is what I do. It’s what I live for.

Well, as much as any Sinner can live, hahaha!

[Alastor turns to Husk and Niffty, Niffty laughs with him while Husk rolls his eyes; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie]

[Sung]

I admit that in the past I’ve been quite nasty

They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you’ll find that nowadays

I’ve mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

[Spoken]

True?

[Husk shakes his head in the background; Alastor ignores him]

Yes.

I won’t deny my decades of terrorizing the masses, but my work became mundane, aimless… Who knew death upon death upon death could get so damn boring!

So, here I am! With a new lease on my Afterlife.

Helping unfortunate demons such as yourself in an effort to keep myself from slipping further into the bottomless pit that is boredom.

And truly, it is quite rewarding! Offering hope to those poor Souls with no one else to turn to.

[Sung]

Oh, I fortunately know a little magic

It’s a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, for a laugh

I use it on behalf

[Alastor conjures up silhouettes representing Husk and Niffty; Husk’s silhouette is of his demon form, with a shadow that looks suspiciously like Alastor’s looming over it; meanwhile Niffty’s is human]

Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

[Spoken, as an aside to the real Husk and Niffty]

Pathetic

[Husk narrows his eyes and deepens his frown but says nothing; Niffty seems unbothered]

[Sung]

Poor unfortunate Souls

In pain, in need

[Referencing the silhouette of Husk]

This one needs to be a winner

[Referencing the silhouette of Niffty]

That one wants to get a man

And do I help them?

[Alastor snaps his fingers, and the silhouettes change; Husk’s is surrounded by poker chips and celebrating with other people while Alastor’s shadow lurks in the crowd; Niffty’s is in a wedding dress and veil, standing at the altar with a groom]

Yes, indeed!

Those poor unfortunate Souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my tower

Crying, “Spells, Alastor, please!”

And I help them!

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice

[Alastor gives the ‘pay up’ gesture to Husk and Niffty’s silhouettes]

Someone couldn't pay the price

[Both silhouettes both shake their heads]

And I'm afraid I had to rake them ‘cross the coals

[The poker chips, party-goers, and Niffty’s husband disappear; Niffty’s silhouette is transformed into her demon form, and both silhouettes are collared with green chains around their necks]

Yes I've had the odd complaint

[Husk flips Alastor off from just offscreen]

[Brief Alastor nun outfit appearance]

But on the whole I've been a saint!

[Alastor returns to his usual outfit]

To those poor unfortunate Souls

[Alastor, spoken]

Now, here’s the Deal. I’ll make you a potion that will turn you into an angel – wings, halo, all that jazz – for three days. Do you hear me?

[Spoken, with increased radio static]

Three days.

[Spoken, normally]

Now listen closely, my dear, because part this is important. Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get your precious angel to fall in love with you.

That is to say, she has to kiss you.

[Alastor pauses, as if trying to remember something]

That’s an appropriate measurement for romantic love, right?

[Charlie, spoken]

Uh, sort of?

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Not really.

[Husk stifles a laugh; Alastor waves his hand dismissively]

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, I’m sure you two can hash out the details later! For the sake of our Deal, you only need her to kiss you. But she needs to be the one to initiate it! No cheating!

If she does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you can keep the halo, permanently.

But! If she doesn’t, then you turn back into a demon, and…

[Spoken, sinisterly with increased radio static]

You belong to me.

[Angel Dust makes an aborted movement as if to grab Charlie and run, but freezes; Sir Pentious raises a hand]

[Sir Pentious, spoken hesitantly]

Um, Princessssss-

[Niffty tackles Sir Pentious; Angel Dust startles at the movement; Husk comes and sits next to Angel Dust]

[Husk, spoken to Angel Dust]

Sorry, kid. It’s up to your friend whether or not she falls for his bleeding heart bullshit.

[Alastor snaps his head 180 degrees to face Husk; his eyes briefly turn to radio dials as he flashes Husk a warning look; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie, looking only his normal amount of creepy]

[Alastor, spoken]

So, do we have a Deal?

[Charlie, spoken]

If I become an angel… If I stay up in Heaven… I might never see my parents or my friends again.

[Alastor, spoken]

But you will have your lady love. Haha, existence is full of tough decisions, isn’t it? It looks like you’ve got one hell of a choice to make, sweetheart! Ha!

Oh, and there is one more thing.

We have yet to discuss the subject of payment. You can’t get something from nothing, you know.

[Charlie opens her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Alastor before she can get a word out]

I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!

[Charlie, spoken]

You... You want my soul?

[Alastor, spoken sinisterly with increased radio static]

Your Soul?

[Alastor, spoken normally]

Heavens, no.

What I want from you, my dear, is…

[Alastor hooks his microphone under Charlie’s chin]

[Spoken darkly with almost no radio static]

Your voice.

[Charlie, spoken confused]

My voice?

[Alastor, spoken]

Yes indeedy, sweetheart!

[Alastor counts out each point on his fingers]

No talking, no singing

[Alastor boops Charlie on the nose]

Not one single peep out of you during your Heavenly courtship.

[Charlie, spoken]

But without my voice, how can I-

[Alastor, sung]

You’ll have your looks.

[Alastor pinches Charlie’s cheeks]

That charming smile!

[Spoken]

And if all else fails…

[Alastor spins Charlie around, reminiscent of the way he did in the pilot during his ‘I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle’ speech]

You could always try interpretive dance!

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Or you could write shit down.

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, that’s a lot less fun. But sure! Why not?

Just keep in mind…

[Sung]

The folks Upstairs don’t like a lot of blabber

They think a girl who gossips is a bore!

[Alastor starts gathering ingredients for the potion]

Yes, in Heaven it’s preferred for ladies not to say a word

And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?

[Alastor starts throwing bottles over his shoulder and into the cauldron]

Haha! Angels aren’t all that impressed with conversation

[Alastor bends backwards so that his head is upside-down and facing Charlie; for a moment his deathmark is visible]

It passes right between their Holy ears

[Alastor puts himself in a more normal position and his deathmark disappears; he batts his eyes and poses, flicking his ear on the word ‘fawn’]

But they dote and swoon and fawn

[Alastor briefly turns away and rolls his eyes while Charlie can’t see]

On a lady who's withdrawn

[Alastor takes out what appears to be a human tongue and throws it into the cauldron]

It’s she who holds her tongue who perseveres.

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

[Alastor conjures an illusion of Vaggie, staring lovingly at Charlie]

I'm a very busy demon and I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

[Alastor bursts through the illusion, smiling maniacally]

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate Soul

It's sad but true

[Alastor wraps one arm around Charlie]

Nothing comes without a price, my dear

I’m sure you understand

[Alastor spins Charlie again, this time throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall into the potion; she braces herself on the edges of the cauldron]

Take a gulp and take a breath

[Alastor offers his hand, which is glowing ominously green; his antlers are grown out]

And go ahead and take my hand

[Alastor watches Charlie’s reflection in the cauldron as she visibly steels herself to accept the Deal]

[Spoken as an aside]

Husker, Niffty, now I've got her, ha!

[Sung]

The boss is on a roll

[Charlie picks herself up, turns to Alastor, and shakes his hand]

This poor unfortunate Soul!

#fanby’s fuckery #the little demon au #fanfic snippet #fanfic sneak peek #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #alastor #charlie morningstar #chaggie #husk hazbin hotel #niffty #angel dust #sir pentious

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ksbbb · 2 months

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Liam’s lost. Lost in the scent of Theo, the touch of his hand, his voice, the dark side of the chimera, and the uncontrollable attraction that he has for him.

His hands are sweaty, and the hand resting on his leg has his pulse quickening the more Theo keeps his hand firmly on Liam’s thigh, pulling him further into whatever game that he’s playing.

A game Liam’s itching to play.

He gulps, his throat dry, and the music is blaring from the speaker as they drive through the city, closer to Theo’s house and closer to where the chimera can get his hands on him.

Theo did tip the bartender. He gave him a stack of cash, sliding it into his pocket as he winked at Liam and placed his hand on his shoulder, gently leading him out the door and into the dark night.

#mafia au #love is a twisted dance of shadows #wip snippet #wip sneak peek #wip excerpt #current wip #thiam fanfic #thiam #dark Theo #Theo raeken #liam dunbar #ao3 fanfic #teen wolf #teen wolf thiam #a03 fanfic

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xlillyle · 3 months

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Hiii! As promised, I'm gonna slowly post all the snippets for the FMA AU that I'm working on with @caelanglang here on Tumblr! :) So here is your first (second) glimpse of them... cw extreme gayness and deep soulmatism. Also, you'll probably lose your mind (I never found mine again since I started this with Cae).

It's not done yet, but we will eventually hopefully finish it and then share the entire finished project with you, so please look forward to it! :3 Although we are taking it slow, it's the most fun I've ever had with a fic project and a collab and I can't wait to share all of it with you!!

I will soon make a masterpost to gather everything we've shared so far on Tumblr as well, but if you have Twitter you can find it here!

Tumblr master post

#fmabeast au #< reminder that this is where you will find all the snippets and sneak peeks from now on on both our blogs!#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #skk #bsd #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #bsd skk #fma #fullmetal alchemist #royai #beast skk #xlillyle wips

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mothfables · 28 days

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“Rav, get off! You’re heavy!” Legend groans.

“And you’re boney.”

They’re not insults from either of them, just facts. Ravio, with his more sedentary lifestyle, has been able to put on and keep weight while Legend, with his almost constant traveling and questing and fighting, has not.

Ravio thinks Legend will probably always be thin and angular, even after he gets the chance to finally retire and rest for a while.

#lu legend #lu ravio #raviolink #qpr legend x ravio #snippets and bits #sneak peek #chubby ravio has a hold on my heart

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sky-neverending · 6 months

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i love michie with all my heart and that is why i am subjecting them to whatever this is

“That doesn’t explain why you started bullying me.” He gulped. “Why you started treating me like some sort of trash to be stepped on.”

Max turned. His light had faded from a bright, angry red to a dimmer, darker one. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I don’t fucking know.”

“You became cool and, like, totally left me behind, dude.” Richies voice had a slight edge to it. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?”

“You’re mad at me.” Max sounded scared.

Richie balled up his fists at his sides. “Of course i’m fucking mad at you!” he yelled. “But I'm also sad. Sad that it took dying and ending someone else’s life for you to realize that you were wrong.” Taking another step forward, Richie lowered his voice. “So yeah. I’m feeling a lot of things towards you, Max.”

#sky’s stardust #npmd #starkid npmd #npmd fanfic #nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes fanfic #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #max x richie #sneak peek #falling sneak peek #falling snippet

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reds-writings · 2 months

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snippet of the current fic that is kicking my ass rn pls send help:

Meanwhile, after hanging up on you Rust couldn’t help but bring a heavy hand to his tired eyes as he exhaled through his nose. Marty eyed him warily as he sat across from him in the depressing confines of the Texan's apartment.

“So you lied to her.”

Rust didn’t bother meeting the blonde’s disappointed look.

“You don’t think that might blow up in your face? She’s sharper than you may realize…ain’t some fragile thing who can’t handle her shit-”

“I don’t need her on this, Marty.” Rust tried remaining passive at the mention of you.

Things were becoming too complicated. A harsh consequence of his failure to keep his baneful desires in check. Giving in to such false hopes had him feeling more than weak and cheap the longer he had time to sit and think on it. To entertain such a notion with you was cruel to an extent he found himself severely uncomfortable with. It wouldn’t work. Not in this lifetime or perhaps any other that would exist in the infinite hell that was the universe. That's just how it was. If he backed away now perhaps he could still manage whatever little semblance of control he had left.

“Don’t need her on this or don’t want her on this? There’s a mighty big difference, buddy.” Marty didn’t know about the recent developments between you two but it was clear he was becoming aware that something was afoot. The pair stared at each other long and hard.

“This is a two-man job. No need for added weight.” Rust broke first, taking a long drag at the cigarette pinched between his nimble fingers.

“Sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself. This is her case too and I don’t appreciate you havin’ me be part of some lie-”

“I can remind you that you haven’t had much of a problem with lyin’ as of late-”

“Oi, don’t get all judgy with me just cause you’re scared of somethin’ you ain’t got the emotional bandwidth to fuckin’ handle on your own. Y/n’s a smart girl. Strong. It would be unwise of you to underestimate her abilities because of some holdup you’ve maybe got-”

“Marty.” Was Rust’s final warning. The steeliness of it had the blonde’s hands going up in mock surrender. If Rust didn’t want to unpack his growingly obvious partialness towards you then he wouldn’t bother. It’s not like he was much in the mood to help out the pissy curmudgeon he called a partner with his advances towards you. Marty saw you something similar to that of a little sister. He wasn’t sold on the idea of romance, if Rust were even capable of the notion, happening between you both. Your heart was too big for the likes of Rust in his opinion and he didn’t want to see you put in the monumental effort of caring for the hopeless loner only to be sorely disappointed in return.

i hope to have this out by the end of this week or the beginning of next! i've found myself in a bit of a writing rut but we push forward nonetheless. my requests/inbox are open so don't be afraid to message me!

#rust cohle x reader #rust cohle #reds-writings #sneak peek #snippet #rust cohle imagine #true detective imagine #true detective season 1 #true detective #marty hart

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girlfromthecrypt · 2 months

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We keep on chatting as we make our way outside to grab the bag of charcoal from Basil’s truck. The unfinished dock is wobbling on the now twilit lake. The wind has picked up, carrying the sound of rustling leaves and placid waves. Some early-riser frogs are croaking in the bulrushes.

(This is just a little sneak peek of Chapter 2. I wrote this bit of atmosphere earlier and I liked it, so I figured I'd show it to you lovely people!)

#interactive fiction #choicescript game #if: wip #hosted games #interactive story #if: such happy campers #creative writing #original fiction #wip sneak peek #sneak peek #writing snippet

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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There’s no movement save for the scurrying rats hunting for food, their high pitched squeaks and chitters making Dick’s hunting instincts perk with interest. But there’s no time for playing tonight. Perhaps later, when they’re all back in the safety of the caves, Dick will try to convince Bruce to play Hunt with him.

Bruce doesn’t like it very much, his expression always worry-anxious-alert whenever he sees Dick scale the steep drop in the caves that seem to vanish into darkness, but he likes Jason playing with him even less.

Dick understands. He doesn’t like playing Hunt with Jason, either. It would be so easy for the tiny fledgling to lose his footing on the slippery stone and vanish in the swooping abyss.

Dick doesn’t like to imagine Jason falling.

But Bruce won’t fall. Bruce is the Batman. Bruce hunted the Court into near extinction. It’s safe to play with him, because Dick can trust him not to plummet.

A trill, farther away. A baby chirp from a human throat echoing expertly between the buildings, and Dick smiles, relaxing on his perch with a subvocal hum.

His owlet is doing okay, then. Dick reckons it will not be long before his calls become indistinguishable from that of a real owl. Like Dick. But without the pain that made his throat change shape.

He’s so very proud of his owlet.

— Owl Song pt. viii sneak peek

#owl song #sneak peek #jason todd #dick grayson #talon dick grayson #court of owls #court of owls talons #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne #robin #Nightwing #dick and jason #fluff and angst #fanfiction #fic rec #snippet

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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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flaming-brown-witch · 2 months

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Romione Fic Preview: Virgo's Groove

My first snippet!!

When I first heard "Virgo's Groove" on Beyonce's Renaissance album, it was screaming to be turned into a Romione fic. Dedicating this to @comradekarin, who is hopefully not the only person on this damn app to fully appreciate that with me lol. Fic takes place in Deathly Hallows when Lupin comes to Shell Cottage to share the news of Teddy's birth. Originally written for the @romione-trope-fest (lol guess which trope) but I didn't get my shit together in time 🙃

Beyonce stan or not, if you like what you see, please follow and reblog and subscribe to me on AO3! The more engagement I get, the faster I'll be able to finish it 😚 Hoping to get it out while it's still Pisces season in honor of my blorbo 🙌🏽 ♓

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"A boy!" exclaimed Fleur to Ron and Hermione as Lupin made a beeline towards Harry. "A Taurus boy! 'Zis community needs more earth signs. Can you believe 'zere are nine Weasleys but no earth signs?"

"Hermione's an earth sign," Ron piped up. "I reckon you both have the same sign actually."

Fleur cast wide eyes at Hermione. "'Ermione, you are a Virgo as well? But of course you are!"

"Why 'of course?'" asked Hermione, brow furrowed.

"You 'ave all 'ze Virgo traits. 'Ardworking, perfectionist—"

"Controlling," added Ron, snickering. Hermione glared at him. Fleur watched the interaction with a knowing smile.

"Sensual." Fleur winked at Ron. "Especially when it comes to our opposite sign."

That got Ron to stop smiling.

"How about some wine to celebrate?" Bill announced.

"Oh yes!" Fleur exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "'Zere is much to celebrate," she added, throwing Ron and Hermione another impish look. "Beel, why don't you fetch 'ze '82 Bordeaux my parents gave us for Christmas? Remus, you must stay for a drink or three…"

Hermione never took her eyes off Ron.

"What?"

She pursed her lips. "Lavender seems to have taught you much about astrology."

Ron scratched the back of his head nervously. "Most of what I know about astrology I remember from Divination actually."

"What else do you remember from Divination?"

"About Virgos? Fleur covered the basics, I reckon."

Hermione hesitated before asking in a quiet voice, "Do you know what she meant about the opposite sign?"

Ron's cheeks lit on fire. The corner of the dining room table suddenly seemed fascinating. "Yeah, er, o-opposite signs of the Zodiac tend to have, er, r-really strong compatibility…in that area…"

"You learned that in Divination?" she questioned, voice sharp.

"That, ah…" Ron traced the groove of the table. "That I did learn from, er, Lavender… It was in some stupid Witch Weekly article."

Ron waited with bated breath for a scathing remark, but nothing came. He finally looked up. Hermione was staring at him with an inscrutable expression.

"So…" she eventually said slowly, taking a step forward. Her hand, too, aimlessly traced the groove of the table, but her eyes remained on Ron. "My opposite sign is…Pisces?"

#romione #fanfic sneak peek #fanfic snippet #beyonce #renaissance #ron x hermione #ron weasley #hermione #hermione x ron #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 writer #virgo #pisces

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 8 months

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Indulge my “Senoritas Perfectas” bullshit 🌸✨

Takes place immediately following Mirabel’s Ceremony

It was pure happenstance that Isabela and Mirabel arrived to breakfast together. They’d both woken early- Isabela from habit and Mirabel because she wanted to keep practicing with her Gift- and they walked into the dining room together. Mirabel trailed right behind Isabela, little sparkles dancing around her fingertips.

Abuela smiled softly, her eyes shining with pride.

“There’s my perfect girls,” she said. She rose from her seat to hug them both, kissing Isabela on the cheek and gently stroking Mirabel’s hair.

Isabela paused. Perfect. My perfect girls.

It was true, Mirabel’s Gift was perfect. Everyone had gone wild when she touched her door and light spilled from her. She’d been bombarded with requests the whole night; the villagers and family alike were eager to see what light powers could create.

Abuela had looked especially fond when Isabela made flower petals rain down on Mirabel as she danced.

Perfect. Of course it was perfect. How could it be any less?

But what if…?

Isabela kept her smile in place as she and Mirabel took their seats. Abuela ushered Mirabel into the seat next to Isabela. That was new. Normally there was no fuss on who sat where; the only rule (albeit unspoken) was that Abuela always sat at the head of the table.

Isabela listened as Mirabel happily rambled to Abuela, telling her about the tiny rainbow she’d made that morning and how she promised she’d made one of the lights look like a butterfly. So eager to please. So happy and sweet.

What if Mirabel couldn’t keep it up? What if her smile slipped? What if people got bored of her Gift?

Her heart was pounding but Isa kept her hands clasped together and her posture straight (Abuela said it made her look so grown up), smiling all the while.

Her growing suspicions were confirmed after breakfast. As everyone separated to go about their business, Abuela took Isabela aside.

“Isa, mi vida,” she said. “After school, will you let Mirabel join you for your chores?” Her smile was indulgent, so happy and proud. Isabela would do anything to keep that smile.

Besides, Mirabel tailing her wouldn’t exactly be hard work. At most, she’d just insistently ask questions, like usual.

“Sí, Abuela,” she said.

“Gracias, amor,” Abuela said. She squeezed Isabela’s hand. “I think you are the best suited to help her.”

“Help her, Abuela?”

“With her Gift. Flowers and light- it couldn’t be more perfect.”

There was that word again. One little word with so much weight.

Isabela needed to be perfect. Everyone in the family did, really; they were the amazing Madrigals, so blessed, so helpful and strong. But she was the eldest, the shining example to her sisters, her cousins, to everyone in her age group.

Senorita Perfecta Isabela. Sweet, angelic, perfect Isabela. The flower princess.

And now Mirabel. The little shining star. Warm, loving, happy Mirabel.

Isabela didn’t want to see her sister’s smile disappear.

Of course she’d help her. What else could she do?

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