#ds snippets

[ds-c6d-snippets-blog]

dsc6d snippets is back on tumblr!

Hi all!

This is @flownwrong speaking: It's been a long time since this challenge had been active on tumblr, so some wonderful folks and I thought we could bring it back.

The original challenge goes like this:

Write a snippet of 300 words or less, using as many of the prompts as you feel like, interpreted however you choose.

The original list of prompts is available here, and you can freely use it for new snippets as well!

Post your snippets or links to them on tumblr and mention @ds-c6d-snippets-blog in your posts so I can share them here!

Ideally, you should also post it to the DW community. If that's not an option for you, we can always arrange crossposting — just contact us here at this blog or at ds.c6d.snippets@gmail.com

Spread the word, come play with us, and stay tuned for more challenges in the future!

[flownwrong]

over/ for (due south fic)

Fraser/Kowalski (I mean, not technically but in spirit), rated G; tags: episode: s04e05 The Ladies' Man; 139 words

A/N: For @ds-c6d-snippets-blog challenge 32 "grief" and the RCW139 challenge. My title brain was offline today. Big thanks to @hwaetnot for various and sundry things.

read on ao3

Retribution is not a pretty word. It chews you up, puts blinders on your eyes, dulls the senses. Benton has seen men who broke themselves over it and men who broke others, has almost broken over it too, an eager wave of helpless fury.

Clearly, maddeningly, the retribution Ray seeks across the threshold of Beth's home, shoulders curled around his guilt like he wants to protect it from fading, is for his own crimes. Benton knows he can find it, hopes against hope he leaves it be.

Wither and wane. As he watches Ray, all defeat and no glory, splayed over the bed dull and heavy and still dressed, watches the uneasy rise and fall of his chest, the deep shadows under his eyes, he reminds himself—it's all that's left for Ray's grief now. To wither and wane.

[mjjune]

🌈 ROYGBIV Game

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

I plucked this from an open tag from @little-peril-stories <3

open tag! to anyone who sees this and wants to

These snips are all from my newest wip, ds!

RED

I rotated so my face went under the surface, opening my eyes to see through the crystal clear water. Beneath the magmum floor, I could see glimpses of red, heat rising. The heat here, the last of the extinct volcano, was as ancient as this temple.

ORANGE

A smell wafted to me, separate from the sweet roasted scent from the altar. This one was citrus, like the oranges that grew in the palace garden.

YELLOW

“Well, do whatever you want, I say.” Saya slid off the rock, her bare feet landing on the soft white-yellow sand with a thump. “Done pestering me?” “For tonight,” she said. “Enjoy your brooding alone time on the rock.”

GREEN

But I realized the mess they made wasn’t just from stomping, but a residue left in their wake. It left a faint afterglow, a duller green than their skin, that stuck to the dirt and strands of grass. As the afterglow faded away, even in the darkness I could tell it left the blades of grass shriveled and brown and dead.

BLUE

Before I could gawk any further, something skittered by my feet and startled me. It was a salamander, one of the blue ones. It squatted down to see it closer, where I could see its scaley skin. Each scale glowed uniquely, varying shades of blue that, from a distance, looked like one solid color. I ran my finger down the salamander and it nudged me, tail shaking back and forth to assess my threat level. It must have decided I was not a danger to it, as curled up in a circle beneath by finger and let me caress it.

INDIGO PURPLE

The people split down the middle, making room for the familiar voice. Tolai, wearing my favorite of her deep purple robes—the one with the belt made of sand dollars—stepped forth to the front before the warriors and the mysterious monk.

VIOLET BURGUNDY

As if reading my mind, a moth approached me, this one with sharp lines on its wings that reminded me of the triangular pivots of my mami’s earned marks. On the cusp of its larger wings, two small eyes looked back at me, glowing the same burgundy of seers.

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[verushkak70]

For @ds-c6d-snippets-blog, RCW 239 Ficlet challenge:

[mjjune]

HEY DUDE

allow me to share a snippet from my newest wip (which i haven't looked at in 27 DAYS!! you should be proud plz pat me on the back for this, it's a record for me)

pardon any errors or roughness. this is legit draft 0. and my first time doing first person past tense??

See wip intro here!Full Page intro here! From: Chapter 2 – 562 words All age friendly :3 Context: they're in a natural hot spring under a religious temple (naked lmao)

My body was so plain compared to hers. No one earned any marks until they came of age, and even then they weren’t so circular or elegant. There were birthmarks of course, and the few people who still carried in their families the lines directly from dragons, giving them born dragonmarks. But tattooed marks could only be given by shamans or clerics, and had to be earned. Next week I would earn one, if I wanted one.

“Do you know why I have brought you here?” I opened my eyes a looked at her again, grateful that she too had sunk deeper into the pool. She ran a hand down her shaved head, droplets of water slowly dripping down her brow. I shook my head. “Your Selection is next week.” “Yes.” I wanted to sink deeper, to dunk my head into the steaming water to drown out whatever she was about to say. The last thing I needed was Tolai to command me to choose seer while my sister commanded protector and my mami commanded cultivator. As if being split two ways wasn’t enough. “I wanted to tell you a story.” Blinking in surprise, I followed her as she drifted toward the center, where she leaned against the edge of the island. From my view, the dragon statue shot straight out of her shaved head. “Once there was a child who came through here, before you were born. She, like you, came to me with questions most kids didn’t have. Or if they did, they didn’t ask.” I stared at her, transfixed, as I was every time Tolai spoke. “She asked about dragons, and what they could do, and how our roles came from them. She asked why it mattered, and why all our islands feel so separate, why The Heart was uninhabitable, and how The Heart’s jungle is able to shift and change.” Looking away, I already knew where she was headed. I was not the first to ask these questions, even though I so often felt like it. “And she asked why the last dragon is held in the castle, at our capital.” I nodded. “And what came of her?” Something softened on Tolai’s face, making the lines around her lips disappear. It was a kind of distant sorrow. “I spoke with her weekly. I answered all her questions honestly. Her family expected her to choose one role, yet I seemed to want her to choose another. And the week before her Selection, she came to me distraught. She asked me, ‘What should I choose?’” Looking away, I let my hands float near the surface, open palms facing each other, and let my mind bend the water in the space between them to swirl, creating a tiny whirlpool. Steam rose from its center. It kept my mind present, it kept my focus on her words, so I would not drift away into the anxiety those words were inducing. “And I told her, though I knew I shouldn’t have, that she would make an excellent seer.” “What happened?” “She chose protector.” My whirlpool dissipated. In the back of my mind, I knew the child in the story must not have chosen seer. There was only one shaman younger than Tolai, but they were close in age, both with gray eyebrows and achy knees. “And I never saw her smile again,” she said.

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use this post to share a snippet of your writing you're proud of (& link to your intros -- i'll boost!)

[helianyx]

trust exercise -

pairing: sylus x mc word count: 1,106 summary: Sylus makes a very simple request with a few not-so-simple underlying implications, and MC tries to fit another piece of the puzzle that is 'Sylus' into place… tags/warnings: more lighthearted, conversational exchanges from me, developing relationship, canon compliant a/n: I was mistaken this was actually my first little fic/test at writing LADS that I forgot about lol. Just a very small one-shot inspired by some of Sylus's dialogue at the café when he's wearing his Unrestrained outfit. P.S. I forbid any use of my writing in any form of generative or AI training, thank you!

(ao3 link)

“Hand me your phone.” 

Sitting in the relative silence of the cafe, the command came out of the blue. She arched a brow at her companion, lounging in the seat beside her with a travel guide on his lap and looking back at her- ‘Expectantly’ was not the right word, not quite. When Sylus gave a command he ‘expected’ it to be followed, to such a degree ‘expectation’ never really factored in, it was a step of any exchange that could be glossed over. 

That wasn’t always the case with them so much, but all the same the muted expression on his face was quietly patient. He always seemed to be thinking ten steps ahead - and that was probably a gross underestimation. In fact, she was sure if she suggested that out loud he’d scoff and feign offense. 

Piecing together the puzzle of who Sylus was had given her this much insight at least. In this blip of a moment between them, as she stared at him in a brief stupor over his sudden ‘request’, he had already anticipated it. He knew she would be bewildered, possibly deny him, ask questions. And who wouldn’t? A phone these days held a lot of personal information, you didn’t just hand over your contact and financial information, your private conversations and what-all-else to just anyone. 

Of course, she had little to no doubt that if the boss of Onychinus wanted, he could easily get whatever information he wanted, so…

So underneath the simple request was a veiled test: Do you trust me? And in making the request: I want to earn your trust. 

But the ‘blip of a moment’ was just a breath too long apparently, and Sylus gave a low chuckle, smirking as he tilted his head, curling his fingers coaxingly.

“You’re overthinking it, sweetie.” 

“With you, I highly doubt that.” She sighed and shook her head, but tapped in her passcode and handed it over to him. Briefly she wondered if he already knew the code, but maybe she’d sleep easier if she didn’t know the answer to that. 

Resting her elbow on the armrest and her chin in her palm, she watched him as he languidly tapped at her screen, unable to see what he was actually doing. His expression gave away nothing, though - no hint of whether he was perusing her conversations or camera roll. No sign he was finding anything amusing, or dissatisfying in one way or another. 

“If I ask ‘What are you doing?’ I suppose you’ll just tell me…” Her words fell off, and like a gentleman he picked them up.

“Patience, kitten.” He drawled with a smirk, crimson gaze flitting up at her briefly before returning to whatever he was doing. 

It was another piece of the puzzle she was toying with, figuring out where it fit. Once, she might have expected him to be the sort to dislike assumptions being made about his character, or it being suggested she found him ‘predictable’. (Not that she’d ever be foolish enough to believe that.) 

Instead he found such suggestions amusing most of the time, and beneath that, if she got particularly close to the truth… It seemed he really liked it. Being seen. Being known. It surprised her, and it only surprised her more that she found it endearing. 

And it felt good to know that those efforts towards understanding weren’t for naught. Once she got past another of his walls or defenses, he didn’t push her away or deny her, but welcomed her in. 

With a quiet, contented sigh, she found herself smiling as she watched him. Actually, come to think of it…. She should have asked to look at his phone! She’d been so lost in her thoughts it didn’t occur to her and now she was kicking herself. 

But just as she was about to jump on that opportunity he finally turned her phone towards her, showing her a new screen display with a map on it. A small red icon indicated…? She took the phone and squinted at the lines on the map and the names of the roads. 

“Is this…?” Looking up at him, he was running the pad of his thumb over the tips of his other fingers, nonchalant as could be. Then he tapped his index finger against the necklace he was wearing.

“The necklace's locator has been modified and is now bound to your device. You'll get my coordinates when it's necessary.”

For a stunned second she felt like all of the walls and defenses in her brain were entirely obliterated. Or maybe it was just her mind itself that was blown. By now she had zero suspicion he would lie to her, let alone about something so out of the blue like this. 

When they’d first gotten involved with each other she’d often make a list of possibilities a mile long for what devious, underhanded schemes he might have had in store for everything he said or did. After all, he said himself he made countless plans for every possibility, but at the very least, where she was concerned, those schemes had never truly harmed or undermined her. In fact nowadays it seemed he actually schemed for her benefit.

She wondered if she admitted to him she’d actually trimmed those lists of suspicions down, whether he’d condescendingly scold her, or give her that rare, genuine smile. 

Letting himself, the leader of Onychinus, be tracked like this… And… for what? Her peace of mind? She wanted to say she didn’t need something like this, but somehow it really did make her happy. He asked for her trust and she gave it to him, and he returned it with interest. 

Though her mind did hitch on the last part of what he’d said.

“And… when it’s not necessary?” 

“Then you won’t.” 

“So I’ll know when you’re getting into trouble.” 

“That’s more my way of keeping you -out- of trouble.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, looking down at the little red marker sitting beside her in the cafe. 

“You know, I’m pretty sure most girls would start having trust issues with a caveat like that.” Where is he? Why won’t he tell me? Surely he’s off with some other girl. Haha, it was almost laughable to imagine, because it seemed so utterly absurd with Sylus. 

And what a startling realization that was. 

“But you know better.” Never a question, a statement as confident and unfaltering as ever with him. Lately, she found that confidence contagious.

She laughed, and then that laughter trickled off into a fond sigh as she smiled at him. “I know better.”

[isame-allen]

At the gym :D

[mjjune]

I'm finally doing one of these!! Because I hardcore overuse em dashes so this wasn't a problem...

from my newest wip, ds, see here for intro <3

I didn’t understand what Dasu was doing. Her Selection, next month, was predetermined just as mine was. She would be named a seer, and I would be named a cultivator. But if a seer was looking at me, seeing me—it couldn’t be wrong. That was where their name came from. They had a wisdom beyond their years, they understood nature, both human nature and that which surrounded us. They were between everything: between the dragons and us, between ocean and sky. If a seer looked at me and saw potential to be one of them… My Selection was in mere hours. I was certain of choosing cultivator. I had to be.

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[jackdaniel69nice]

*on the way to the training camp*

Bakugo: I’m glad I sat next to you

Toko: Why?

Bakugo: You appreciate the silence

DS (internally): 🎶🎵The wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round-🎶🎵

Toko: …Yes…the silence

[california-112]

Friend Of The Family

A miscellaneous post-case snippet found in my Due South WIPs that I'm finally deciding to post here; I feel like it's too short for AO3 (~350 words) but it's complete and I like it, so here you go! Some classic RayV and Fraser friendship feat. the Vecchio household. All feedback appreciated :)

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Evening at the Vecchio house, and everything was surprisingly quiet. In fact, it was only the steady shushing of running water which disturbed the pasta-scented peace- until Ray's patience came to an end. He knocked doggedly on the bathroom door, eager to get drain slime off him, and called out.

"Hey Frannie, wanna leave some hot water for the rest of Chicago?"

Hearing her brother's yell, Francesca appeared in the doorway- of her bedroom across the hall. "Hey Ray, wanna leave some stupid for the rest of Chicago?"

Ray was confused at her presence. "If you're out here, who's been slow-cooking themselves for the last forty minutes?"

"You're the detective." his sister replied, turning away. "Anyway, there'll be enough hot water left for you and your three hairs."

"Hey, hey, wait!" Ray was willing to ignore the jibes in return for his tired brain getting some help. "I'm not in there, you're not in there, Ma's not in there, Maria's...?"

"Out with Tony, two hours ago. Honestly, Ray, I don't-"

"Is it the kids? It's one of those damn kids." Ray hammered on the door again. "Come on, Val, time's u-"

He cut off as the door opened, revealing the one person he'd forgotten. As they wore only a towel round their waist and a pair of socks, they ducked back behind the door after spotting Francesca across the hall.

"Ah, Ray, could you..."

"Frannie, get lost." Her door slammed with an eye roll and a huff. "Ok, Benny, coast's clear."

Fraser peered around cautiously to check for himself before picking up the toiletries he'd been lent, looking apologetic. "I'm terribly sorry, Ray, I must have lost track of time."

"Hey, no problem."

"Well it was quite the problem just two minutes ago." Fraser pointed out.

"Nah not really, not when it's you." Ray went into the bathroom, amazed at the amount of steam it contained. "My lot could empty Lake Michigan daily with the length of their showers. With you, it's once in a blue moon." The Mountie didn't pretend to understand, but took the friendly shove in his back as a hint. "Go on, get dressed. I'll be down in time for dinner."

[ds-c6d-snippets-blog]

New challenge!

This challenge is based on the ubiquitous due South number plate RCW 139:

write a snippet of 139 words, in three paragraphs, starting with letters R, C and W.

Post your snippets or links to them on tumblr and mention @ds-c6d-snippets-blog in your posts so I can share them here!

I also encourage you to add your snippets to the AO3 collection, and, if possible, post them to the DW community. If that's not an option for you, we can always arrange crossposting — just message this blog or drop a line to ds.c6d.snippets@gmail.com

Both the challenge idea and the banner are work of the mighty @hwaetnot ❤️

[philosians]

personal hc of mine is that Caleb does fully remember his life on Philos, but only after he gets blown up in the explosion 😭

[mjjune]

Find The Word Game

thanks so much to @space-writes for tagging me in my fav game

my words: fate, breathe, alive and leave

tagging (no pressure): @isabellebissonrouthier @sarandipitywrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @winterandwords

your words: destiny, dead, dry, door, dang

fate

“You know it’s true,” she said. “Either you would have to become a shaman here, or you would have to leave Mutani to escape that fate.”

breathe

A few kids in the crowd beside me breathed oohs and ahhs as she greeted the locals and walked to the market square’s podium. She only had one visible earned mark, triangular and pointing down from her lips to her chin. I remembered being like the kids beside me, in awe of visitors from the capital. Now, though, it just made me wary.

alive

I rotated so my face went under the surface, opening my eyes to see through the crystal clear water. Beneath the dirt floor, I could see glimpses of red, heat rising. The heat here, the last of the extinct volcano, was as ancient as this temple. The shamans and monks used their connection to water to keep it alive, to keep it warm and clean and clear.

leave

When she spoke again, her breath hitched in her throat so it came out as only a whisper. “You’re really going to leave me, aren’t you?” I reached out and took her hand against the table, shaking my head. “Never.”

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[verushkak70]

For @ds-c6d-snippets-blog, RCW 239 Ficlet challenge:

[orphiicheartd]

Having heard all the dorm songs snippets out rn, I’m think my stance on them is:

Scarabia

Pomefiore

Heartslabyul

Octavinelle

Diasomnia

Savanaclaw

Ignihyde

[astralscrivener]

Hi baby!!! It’s me here with fanfiction game words! 🥰❤️❤️❤️

okay okay okay here are my words:

- intimate

- protectively/protective

- warmth

-giggle

Feel free to choose your favorites 🥰❤️❤️❤️

WEEEEEEEE THANK YOU LOVEY

intimate

i was honestly worried i wasn't gonna have this one but LO AND BEHOLD I FOUND ONE

for the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt o: opportunity in the abcs of klance series:

The Galra are their best bet. The Lions are a one-way ticket straight up the ladder, a promotion no soldier would turn down. But the Galra also won’t leave the universe’s greatest superweapon so damaged. Fixing the Lions will be high on their priority list. And who better to understand the intimate connection between Lion and Paladin than an original Paladin and Altean alchemist themselves?

protectively/protective

i did not have protectively/protective specifically, but i do have protect!!!!

from the as-yet-untitled oneshot for prompt t: trust in the abcs of klance series:

Lance’s spork scraped his plate. The screech filled the dining room, and the vibration of it traveled up Lance’s arm until it sat uncomfortably in his teeth. The others startled, raised their heads. Lance looked down and realized his knuckles were turning white. He couldn’t explain himself, if the others asked. What was he supposed to do, just admit out loud that he didn’t trust having Krolia here? Not after everything? That failing to protect Keith then, and still feeling like he was failing to protect him now, was eating him alive?

warmth

again, no "warmth" specifically, but i do have warm!

from [REDACTED] chapter 2 (light content warning for emetophobia):

Keith was no longer following at all. His heartbeat was suddenly loud in his ears, and the curdling thing in his stomach had made its way up to his throat. He must have made a noise, maybe turned green, because the next thing he knew, he was hunched over on his knees, the team surrounding him, several hands on his shoulders and back. Warm brown fingers pulled his hair out of his face.

giggle

astoundingly, there is no giggling going on in my dozen wips. everyone is having a miserable time forever and ever and ever. however i did find some laughs

from the hallura crush fic:

Allura blinks at him. “Um.” Then she remembers her whole purpose for coming here, and blinks again, and remembers that she is the face of the Coalition. This is nothing. The stakes of this whole thing are not higher than the war. She can do this. “Yes,” she finally answers. “I need advice.” There’s a startled snort from behind Lance. Lance’s uneasy smile twitches. “Advice? From me? You’re asking me for advice?” He laughs, high and unnatural. “That’s—did someone put you up to this? Is this a prank? Pidge asked you to say that, didn’t they?” “No,” Allura answers, fidgeting now with her fingers. “I—I want to talk to you. About…romance.”

fanfic wip guessing game! send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence paragraph that it appears in!