#Snippy Snips

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo - Teasing

Future chapter of a Drunk Dream fic that’s unnamed. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: A5 - Teasing

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“You wish…to court me?”

“Yep.” Hob says, popping the p. “We’re probably going to have to do it the old-fashioned way since you refuse to get a phone like the grumpy old man you are, but no matter. Expect lots of flowers, and chocolates, and a little teddy bear holding a heart. It’ll be delightfully tacky, as per the dating etiquette of this century.”

Dream stares at him for a long time.

“Alright.” Dream finally allows with a calculative tilt of his head, like Hob is a particularly difficult puzzle. “And how exactly do you plan to send me such things?”

“In my dreams.” Hob answers, wiggling his fingers all mysteriously, as if he has any control over that whatsoever. “So, buckle up, Nightmare King, because I’m about to woo the hell out of you.”

[agave]

as a root vegetable, parsnip naturally desires to return to the earth 🌏🥕

[renegadeknight]

Do you have a snippet of YMO?

I mostly just have very rough outline notes for this one at this point. But I worked a little something up today just for you and me, anon. Thank you for asking about this one 🩵

Little rough snippy under the cut, cw for mention of deceased children.

[snip-stein]

This is how you instill fear

[heartbreakincident]

haha so what if the relic malfunctions got so bad that V needed to check out of his body for a bit

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"Fuckin' hurts, Johnny."

"I know, that's why you've gotta call Vik," Johnny insists. "He's a fuckin' ripper, he'll have pills or something you can take that'll help."

Pills. There's an idea.

He drags himself onto his hands and knees, fighting the nausea that threatens to bowl him over as soon as he moves, and starts crawling out of the shower and towards the sink.

"What're you doin'?" Johnny asks, glitching and appearing off to the side so he can watch V blindly reach up and feel around the counter.

He can't stand right now, he'd probably just fall over and crack his head open again if he did, so he has to try to remember where he put the bottle last and grab it blind. Eventually, he gets his hand on it and pulls it around to double check—bingo. Pseudoendotrizine.

"No fucking way," Johnny says immediately, kneeling in front of V as he weakly tries to get enough of a grip to open the bottle. "V, that shit will make you worse."

"I know," he croaks, glancing up for a second before furrowing his brows back down at the bottle, struggling to control his fingers enough to squeeze and twist at the same time. "But I can't… I need a break, I can't do this. It hurts so bad, I can't—" He sobs, and that just sends him coughing again.

"Fuck," Johnny mutters, hands hovering in the air over V, hesitating because he can't do shit about this situation anyway. He can't touch him, can't comfort him, can't take the pain away. But he can take the wheel for a bit, let V fade into the half-awake, half-asleep place of non-awareness and stop feeling everything so damn much for a couple hours. "V, I… fuck. Killin' me to see you like this."

He gets the right angle and the bottle cap twists off, flying to the floor and bouncing a few times. Doesn't matter. He tries to get one of the little capsules out and ends up dumping half the bottle out into his shaking hand, so he just pours as many of them back in as he can and drops the rest so he only has one left in his palm. He'll deal with it later, but he can barely even see past the pounding in his head right now.

"Just take care of us for a bit, 'kay?" He asks, looking up at Johnny. "Trust you."

He's never seen that expression on Johnny's face before. Like he's grieving someone who isn't dead yet.

V swallows the pill, and everything fades to black.

[notyournecromancer]

i'm writing something so different to anything I've written before ever, and I'm a bit nervous about it but i gave myself the happy feels with this bit bahahaha

“Sirius,” Harry repeated, as though trying the word out for himself. “You knew my parents?” Sirius smiled softly. “I did, very well. Here!” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out the battered old photograph of the five of them. Him, James, Lily, Remus and baby Harry, all standing in front of a Christmas tree, wearing smiles brighter than all the fairy lights and decorations put together. Sirius handed it to the little boy.  Harry took it tentatively “That’s my… wait, it’s moving!” he dropped the photograph like it was on fire. “What’s happening?!” Ah. So that answered at least one of Sirius’ questions, then. Harry decidedly knew nothing about magic.  “Yes, it’s got a little bit of magic in it, Harry. But, you know what? So do you.” “Me?” Harry stared up at him with wide eyes. “I’m magic?” You’ve no idea, kid.

[30yearsadevilsminion]

I feel like I need some kind of dick measuring contest between Armand and Lestat over whose fledgling is superior.

“At least my fledgling knows how to eat.” Or something.

[two-birds-alone-together]

✨EoY Bookends Game✨

Rules: Snip first and last line/paragraph/section/artwork you created this year - bookends, if you will 💖 and don't forget to tag some friends! I've taken first and last to mean first and last posted for myself but you do you and pull from wips if you want!

Thank you @dancingonmoonbeams for tagging me!!

First words posted: amidst the chaos, Chapter 7: June (Part III)

When he wakes on Father’s Day, it’s to a very sore body and a very sleepy kid. Joel never realized the National Mall was so damn long. They only traipsed the length of it six times yesterday and his phone kept congratulating him on moving more than usual. The miles covered meant they hit most of the Smithsonian museums, and he figures they can spend some time out at Arlington National Cemetery today.

First, though. Breakfast.

Last words written: untitled modern AU WIP I literally started today

Joel Miller makes a point to check the exterior and lobby security feeds several times a day, but he doesn’t look at the interior feeds unless there’s a problem.  His job is to keep the building running and the tenants happy, not his job to monitor who comes and goes.

That being said, he’s sitting in front of his computer, monitoring who comes and goes.  More specifically, he’s trying to figure out where the hell the kid in the laundry room came from.  The machines are coin-operated relics most residents avoid in favor of pick-up and delivery service.

He only noticed the mystery girl because he’s one of the poor schlubs who bother to wash their own damn clothes.

It’s the third evening in a row he’s gone do laundry, and it’s the third time he’s seen the kid wedged into the back corner with a ragged backpack and even more ragged clothes.  Since he has no desire to confront her in an empty basement, Joel scrolls through today’s feeds.  She enters the building at 3:03:01 and exits the stairwell at 3:04:08 p.m., heading straight for the laundry room.  He fasts forward through the footage, frown deepening as she sits without moving — no homework, no phone, no entertainment at all as far as he can see.

Joel pulls his chair closer to the screen, leaning in to get a better look.  The girl can’t be more than thirteen, thin as a rail with hair pulled into a messy ponytail. Despite the early summer heat, she wears a t-shirt layered over a long-sleeved shirt, and she’s got this hyper-aware way of sitting that suggests she’s used to watching her back.

With a sigh, he opens the live feed in one window and the lobby footage in another.  There’s no sign of her leaving the building this morning.  Hell, there’s no sign of her leaving the building yesterday or the day before, nor of her in the hallways.

What he’d love to know is how she got the code for the outer door and a key to the interior one.

He should call someone.  Social services. The cops. Something. Instead he takes a deep breath and stands, wincing when a sharp pain bolts through his lower back.  After a moment of deliberation, Joel grabs his dirty clothes and traipes downstairs. The girl either doesn’t hear him or doesn’t care about his presence because she doesn’t move a muscle when he steps over the threshold.

“This is private property.”

Her head snaps up, eyes narrowed as her lips curl into a snarl.  “No shit? I thought this was a fucking public park.”

Joel levels a glare at the kid as he loads the machine.  “It ain’t. These machines are for residents, not runaways.”

“I’m not a fucking runaway,” she snaps, squaring her shoulders and drawing her backpack closer.  “And I am a resident. Kid of the week for the Jenkins.”

“And the Jenkins have you down here doin’ laundry after school every day?” he asks with incredulity.

She glances around the room, a uniquely teenage disdain in her expression as she surveys the silent machines.  “Obviously.”

[ocarnation]

Happy Snippy Demoversary to those who celebrate! I am very happy to release Impression Of Something/Impress Upon Something, a brief exploration of the concept Cherry and Bevelyne initially came from before it was merged into Snip Snip Snippy!

Cherry suspects her mother of something horrible.  But she's not entirely sure.  Guide her along to either feed into her suspicions or push them further down.

[creating-by-starlight]

Honestly love Rezi bringing out Evelyn's sarcastic gremlin. She really is mostly nice but she can't help herself with him lol

[mentallyinvernation]

Dreamling Bingo - Table Sex

There’s nothing explicit in this snip, all that comes directly after. This is just the soft squishiness that comes before. 

2023 @dreamlingbingo fill for square: D2 Table Sex

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“I…”

“Yes…?” Hob prompts with an easy smile, idly letting his fingers trail up and down Dream’s side, memorising the contours of his body, the line of his torso, down to the sharp angle of his hipbone. When he glances up, Dream’s frown has him withdrawing immediately. “What’s wrong? We can stop if you want. Just say the word.”

“No.” Dream says, legs tightening around Hob’s waist. “I…have not done this in a while. With past lovers, I was capable of transforming my physical form to better suit their preferences. I’m unable to ascertain yours nor meet them without the full extent of my power.”

Hob’s might shake him. Or kiss him. Possibly both.

“Oh, you silly twit.” He hears himself breathe, and Dream must catch it too because his face crinkles towards offence, but Hob kisses him again before he can get started on that. “I want you.” He breathes against pliant lips, and he means the words as sure as any oath as he presses their foreheads together. “I just want you.”

“Yes, I gathered as much.” Dream says, projecting his usual haughty smugness, but there’s a stilted undertone that Hob doesn’t like. “But I would…like to make this particular experience as enjoyable for you as possible.”

“I’m afraid that works both ways, love.” Hob chuckles, hands gliding up the side of Dream’s neck, cupping his jaw “My preference is you. No matter the shape, the form, the name, the century – it’s you. It’s always been you, and It’s always going to be you.”

“Careful with your words, Hob Gadling.” Dream warns in a husky murmur, staring at him through half-lidded lashes with a burning hunger. “Eternity is a long time to pledge yourself.”

Hob considers that.

“I’m always careful.” He whispers, and Dream’s eyes widen slightly at his seriousness.  

[saggitary]

Ahsoka episode 4 spoilers

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After Huyang told them to stick together and Ahsoka goes:

“We better get moving.”

And Sabine goes:

“Together.”

And Ahsoka’s sassy little smirk and turn literally sent me straight back to the Clone Wars. That’s the sassy and snippy little togruta we all have been missing. I really hope we get more sassy older ahsoka especially after she has a heart to heart with Anakin

[snip-stein]

Reminiscing

[amirahsoka]

anakin waiting for ahsoka in the world between worlds just to lecture her on not kicking lord baylan’s ass

[sammrz320]

HE SAID THE THING HE SAID THE THING

[bitchthefuck1]

Getting the urge to chop my hair again while at work and I'm being so brave about it