#snippet sunday or six sentence sunday

[josephseedismyfather]

six sentences/last line

Thank you to @noodlecupcakes, @inafieldofdaisies, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @simplegenius042, and @cassietrn for thinking of me over the last week or two for either the 6 sentence and/or last line tag!!! 🥰 Sorry for the delay!

I have been working on Chapter 3 of Afflicted, pretty pleased with the progress and am actually thinking it will be done soon-ish. Happy to be writing again!

First run, unedited.

Afflicted.

Harley hesitated, eyes narrowing. “You can’t just land helicopters in people’s yards!” “You didn’t read the fine print on your closing docs,” Adelaide said breezily. “Clause 7B: Surprise visits may include rotorcraft. Now come on sugar. Don’t make me beg. I’ll like it too much.”

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[junemermaid]

[sentences sunday] mlc yet again

so here's a definitely final snippet from this dihua time travel thing I will hopefully post next week. mildly nsfw for a junk mention.

The first thing Li Xiangyi does after getting what he wants is this: with a gratified air, he ducks out of Di Feisheng's lap to grope for something farther down the bed. When he comes back, he's holding Di Feisheng's middle robe, lined with undyed silk for warmth, shed as they kissed earlier. Without ceremony, he drapes the robe around himself and slips his arms through the sleeves. "What are you doing?" Di Feisheng brushes a hand over the lapel, then Li Xiangyi's bare collarbone. "I'm cold." "You didn't seem cold just now." "I'm making your work easier." Li Xiangyi settles astride him again, as Di Feisheng crosses his ankles loosely. "Morning is still hours away." As if either of them knows what time of night it is. The umbra of the rain cloaks the house and everything around it. "Do not talk about morning." Tugging him in, Di Feisheng lets their cocks slide together. Li Xiangyi isn't quite hard, but judging by his reedy noise, his desire is waking. "You're so hasty." Li Xiangyi sounds too amused to be reproving. "Let me."

[fanby-fckry]

6 Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @blitzwhore.

I’ll be honest, I’ve never done this one before, so I don’t fully know the rules! I have picked 6 of my favorite sentences, some that I thought I already posted here but cannot for the life of me find.

Alastor tilted his head and quirked one brow. “Why are you banned from multiple Italian restaurants in Hell?” Angel was nearly finished dicing, so Alastor handed him the closest thing Hell had to green onions—which were neither green nor onions, but in almost a century of afterlife, Alastor had never been able to find a better substitute—and directed him to chop. “Because my pops puts a strict ‘no Angel Dusts allowed’ policy on anyplace he helps fund, and the restaurants run by actual Italian-Italians keep kickin’ me out for my American food sins.” Alastor hummed his assent. “With your affinity for McMammon’s, I’m not sure I blame them.”

[chickycherrycola]

snippet sunday~ 🌧

Thanks @worldismyne for the tag today! 🙏🏻 gonna share something a bit different and a bit personal today - it's Mother's Day in the US and I have a rather tumultuous relationship with the holiday. It's always a difficult one for me for reasons too complex to summarize in one silly little tumblr post. So for this week, I'll share a preview of one of my angstier SoMa Week pieces that centers around Maka's abandonment issues:

The rain reminds her of the day her Mama left.

Storms of this caliber are uncommon in Death City, even at this time of year - late winter, when the desert climate is at it's mildest and wettest and the sun hangs sleepy and sluggish in the sky. It was a wet, winter day, the day her Mama left, the day Maka watched her go, the set of her shoulders as decisive as the door as it clicked shut behind her. She didn't look back even once, and the last memory Maka has of her mother is the view of the back of her head - tawny blonde hair and twin ponytails hanging low and loose down her back.

That, and the sound of the rain on the rooftop.

She sits in her dimly-lit living room, utterly alone on the couch as she listens to the fat, heavy raindrops drumming against the windows, and instantly, she's transported back to that day. Instantly, she's eleven years old again and wondering why she wasn't good enough.

If she'll ever be good enough.

I'll tag @mellancholy-morose @vautour-coccinelle-serpent @blackbloodteeth and @silluuuu today! And anyone else who sees this and wants to play :3

[plague-of-insomnia]

Six Sentence Sunday: Another Sych Ch 8 Snippet

Sadly my progress is not nearly as fast as I would like so I haven’t been able to make too much headway on the next chapter. but I have been thinking a lot about it and managed a couple snippets the other day…

It’s short but hope you’ll look forward to when I am finally able to update this again…. I really can’t wait myself (lol i wanna read the new chapter too 😂😭)

But everything basically leads to Sebastian getting very close to dying, and this scene is basically Tanaka not wanting to accept this.

~#~

Even when Sebastian had been hospitalized in ICU, Tanaka couldn’t remember him being connected to so many tubes and wires and machines. But back then he hadn’t known one from the other, and sadly, now he could identify each type of pump by sight. Even from a distance, he had an idea what each IV bag held as their contents slowly dripped.

The room was too silent except for the air flowing through the tubing of the bipap that kept Sebastian breathing, the occasional blip of one of the monitors as his vitals shifted, and Agni’s tall form as he worked. They rarely spoke. It felt too much like how people behaved at a funeral: somber and silent, and he hated it.

Sebastian was dying.

The child he loved with every cell in his body was steps from death and all Tanaka could do was help Agni care for him and hold his hand. And pray. And beg him not to give up.

Not yet.

He pulled Sebastian’s limp hand to his lips and kissed the clammy skin. This wasn’t like previous hospital stays or even fever crises. Sebastian was so weak it was like his life was a candle at risk of being snuffed out any moment.

“Please,” Tanaka whispered in Japanese.

You can read chapters 1-7 of Synchronize on AO3!

If you’re excited for this story to continue let me know… because I’ve been tempted to finish it and keep it to myself, honestly…

[blackberrysummerblog]

Happy Sunday everyone! I had so many tags last Sunday and I had the best time reading/enjoying everyone’s shares! I didn’t have anything to share then, but thanks so much @artsyunderstudy, @monbons, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @facewithoutheart, @roomwithanopenfire, @rimeswithpurple, @drowninginships, @larkral, @ileadacharmedlife, @fiend-for-culture, @prettygoododds, @forabeatofadrum, @tender-ministrations, and @mooncello for thinking of me this week!

Today I’m sharing another snippet from my increasingly un-secret COBB. I’m putting it under the cut for sleazy harassment and non-con touching. I censored a name with ** just to keep certain details under wraps for a bit longer.

** slaps his hand over Dev’s mouth and pulls him close, grinning in the rear view mirror.

“Take your paw off my cousin right now, unless you’re prepared to lose it,” I suggest, my voice low, dangerous. Dev’s eyes widen slightly, and then he gasps in a breath as ** pushes him away, laughing.

“You’re the good one, aren’t you, Basilton?” ** teases, leaning forward. His seat belt isn’t buckled, and if Dev’s was, I’d seriously consider slamming on the brakes. If ** went through the fucking windscreen, the world would know no great loss. “Always living by the rules, doing what you’re supposed to.”

He’s touching my hair now, coiling a strand around his finger. I’m less offended than when he was mauling Dev, but it still makes my skin crawl. “You don’t know anything about me,” I say softly. Least of all how far I’ll go for the people I love.

“You have an aristocratic profile, Basil,” ** coos, his breath warm on my neck. “I can see the family resemblance.” He takes another glug from whatever cheap fuckboy liquor he’s got wrapped in that paper bag, and then I grimace when his lips brush beneath my ear. “I could be feeling very into cousins tonight.”

And with that, have a great week everybody! No pressure tags to: @cutestkilla @supercutedinosaurs @aristocratic-otter @iamamythologicalcreature @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @orange-peony @thewholelemon @beastmonstertitan @shrekgogurt @bookish-bogwitch @raenestee @letraspal @arthurkko @papierhaikuphoto @stitchy-queerista @c0nsumemy5oul @asocialpessimist @skee3000 @cows4247 @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @palimpsessed @alexalexinii @youarenevertooold and anybody else who’d like to share!

[jamiesfootball]

Six Sentence Sunday

“Apparently he was doing better,” Roy says with a bitterness so profound it shocks him, his fingers tingling now that he’s gone and touched the rage building up inside. Jan, completely unfazed by the unexpected vehemence, merely gives an unimpressed ‘hmph.’ He adds dryly, “But not so much better that he would respect Jamie’s boundaries and stay out of London.” To hear someone else give voice to what had been bothering him about loosens something in his chest that’s been stuck there for days. It sounds like music to his ears. It does nothing to relieve the urge to flip open the coffin and strangle a dead man.

[seastarblue]

Six Sentence Snippet Sunday!

Good day! For today’s Six Sentence Sunday—courtesy of the @creators-club —AND for Snippet Sunday—where I’m tagging @tracle0 —I’ll share a bit from the Interwoven Halloween Special!

(Psssst lemme know if you’d like to be tagged when it comes out! I’m aiming for the 31st, but it mayyyyyy be delayed by a few days 😅)

———

The two knights were on the opposite outskirts of the crowd—Kaiden on the upper levels of the city, Felix on the lower—needing to stay vigilant for any suspicious activity. A vibrantly decorated stall stood on Kaiden’s right, displaying decroative lunar runes to be sold for the low, low price of three coppers.

The knight leaned against the side of the stall, making sure to stay out of sight from the stallkeep—she didn’t want to be haggled into buying a cheap rune. ‘I—we— need to be focused,’ she thought, ‘and that doesn’t involve partaking in festivities—wait a damn minute.’

Something had caught Kaiden’s eye. She skimmed the rest of the street from her spot, only to facepalm at the sight of her partner-in-justice merrily chatting away with a woman in front of another—somehow brighter—shop.

———

:3

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

Under Gu Yiran’s hands, the chicken van bumps along the uneven road like a living thing, and he tightens his grip against it. Beside him in the passenger seat, Zheng Bei stares out the side window in silence. Gu Yiran had made Zhao Xiaoguang show him the map, during one of the endless waiting afternoons in the hospital when Zheng Bei wasn’t there. He’d reached out to trace the circled spots, all three, the sleeve of his hospital shirt catching against the edge of the paper as Zhao Xiaoguang said, Ge wanted us to check all of them, even though he was pretty sure you could only be here, pointing. A cluster of rectangles marking the abandoned crematory buildings north of Halan. Zhao Xiaoguang had left a fingerprint smear of grease along the entry road, right where it ran along the train tracks.

another snippet from the start of ch5! it feels so weird to be back to down drafting now that ch1-4 have shifted the story so far from the original final chapter outline that literally none of the draft material is appropriate anymore lol but it's really enjoyable to just sit and type the most medium sentences in the world without having to do any higher-level thinking about pacing or subtext or anything :) brain off drafting my beloved :)

[novemberhush]

I’m posting this in the hopes that it’ll make me actually finish something (slightly) longer than a drabble. (Nobody hold their breath, though.)

Anyway, this is from a fic that was originally supposed to be a drabble (which I started back in August of last year and then abandoned) for a set of prompt words from the @sterekdrabbles blog, but there was no way I could make it work in just 100 words, at least not in the way I wanted, so, if I do manage to finish it, I’ll be submitting it to the @sterekdrabblesgonelong blog instead. Check both blogs out for all your Sterek needs!

“Derek! Come on! Dance with me! Pleeeeeeeeeease!” Stiles wheedled, his speech grown more slurred since he’d disappeared into the heaving throng on the dancefloor with Erica hours before and not looked back. Clearly they’d found the bar at some point.

Derek sighed the long-suffering sigh of ‘too sober for this shit’ people everywhere.

“How much alcohol has he had exactly?”

An unrepentant Erica shrugged, smirking, before an unsteady Stiles, swaying like the pendulum in the old grandfather clock that used to stand in the hall of Derek’s childhood home, interrupted with a question of his own.

“Are you scared?”

I tag @all-or-nothing-baby @stellarmeadow @chaoticfandomgirly and anyone else who feels like sharing something they might be working on (doesn’t matter if we’re mutuals or not). No pressure on anyone who doesn’t feel like sharing/have anything to share.❤️

[avatarskywalker78]

It's Six Sentence Sunday!!! I've not written much for the last few days but here's some more extracts from my Thunderfics! Firstly from 'Star Fall' and the third POV of the story which is one Gordon Tracy.

Gordon had never wanted Sheridan to find out this way.

Of course, he technically shouldn’t have wanted her to find out at all, but part of him had always hoped that maybe one day they’d get to do so, that maybe they’d bring her in as one of their contacts – maybe even an agent. They all knew she could be trusted – how many NDAs had she signed over the years and never once broken, after all – and…

Well, maybe Gordon also just wanted someone outside of International Rescue proper to talk to about said rescues.

John thought the same, but he’d figured it was unlikely to ever happen, Dad being far too cautious to let an outsider – even a close friend of his sons’ – learn any of their secrets, and in all fairness it wasn’t like it had affected the friendship any. Sheridan had guessed ages ago they all had some kind of project going on, but she’d never once pried into it and she’d accepted that sometimes they’d just be absent without an apparent reason.

FYI originally the series was mostly going to just focus on John & Sheridan's friendship and Sheridan and Tia's friendship and then this guy decided he wanted more screentime too so like. Here we are ^_^

Next up is 'supernova' - I've not edited this for five days but this still counts as within the week and also I just really want to share this part with y'all.

“Hey.” A hand on his arm, Alan’s blue eyes full of concern. “She’ll be alright, John, you know she will.”

“Do I?”

“Come on, of course you do. Resilience in the face of impossibility – that’s what she always said we embodied, remember?”

Course he remembered. Sheridan wasn’t one for false platitudes or sugar-coating things, never had been, but…she believed in them. She’d always believed in them and their ability to get through things – she’d never once doubted Gordon would pull through from the hydrofoil accident and once he’d become determined to regain his mobility she hadn’t doubted that either, had been there to support them as often as she could—

“I’d say we owe it to Sheridan to believe the same.” Alan told him, firmly. “She’s never given up on us, so we won’t give up on her, not ever. We’re going to do this, John - we’re gonna get everyone off that ship and we're going to save our friend.”

John does know this but Alan can tell he needs someone else to say it out loud...and he's also trying to convince himself, because he is in fact just as terrified - he's always seen Sheridan as a cool big sister and now she's in real danger, but if he freaks out that'll just freak John out so...no freaking out until afterwards.

Also John's mostly right about that statement - Sheridan does never say something she doesn't mean...but she did (briefly) fear that Gordon wouldn't pull through, she just never said it out loud, just projected confidence because that was what her best friend needed.

(Only Scott wondered but he and Sheridan haven't been on speaking terms for over three years after he said something he couldn't take back so like. No risk of this ever coming out.)

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @starstruckpurpledragon

[josephseedismyfather]

six sentence sunday

Many thanks to @carlosoliveiraa, @direwombat, @cloudofbutterflies92, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @cassietrn, @la-grosse-patate, @simplegenius042, @noodlecupcakes, and @3llisarts recently, thank you all very much!

Not gonna talk toooo much about it, but the creativity has been flowing and I have so many things to share!

Been working on edits for John's first chapter, had to rewrite just a little bit, so sharing that today. It's SO close to being posted! Art is ready! Just need to clean it up a bit! Acutally playing by the rules and only posting six sentences!

Propitiator.

Curiosity pulled John away from Joseph. He craned to see inside, but the bright flames hid everything. Sweat trickled down his back, and his hand-me-down t-shirt clung to his damp skin. The awareness of the heat surprised him, the grass no longer frozen beneath his bare feet. Glancing back at the man on the ground, motionless and forgotten, John returned to Joseph’s side. His brother stood with closed eyes, lips forming silent words.

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[junemermaid]

[sentences sunday] mlc fic snippet

so, it's been 84 years, etc. but I have been verrrry slowly chipping away at the taste of pomegranates. here, have a morsel before the work week swallows me whole once again. *

Once Di Feisheng is done, he sits with the sheathed dao across his knees, his hands lax on its familiar curve. Doing nothing. Thinking little. Feeling how the air cools as the charcoal in the brazier burns down to a last waft of smoke.

Li Lianhua fills the brazier again, replaces the little shovel in the charcoal box, and blows on his fingers. His hands are always chilly these days. Di Feisheng lets him bustle; the small noises of his movement are soothing in the same way as oiling his dao. The water pot clinks onto the tea brazier, and Li Lianhua scoops fresh water into it. The fine new leaves Fang Duobing brought give off a faint fragrance of dried jasmine. He remembers Li Lianhua's tastes well.

Then, instead of fussing over the tea things, Li Lianhua comes to the bed and sits down, one knee up, the other tucked against Di Feisheng's. Trusting that either his closeness is permitted or Di Feisheng will tell him otherwise.

He lets Li Lianhua sit. The bed is wide enough, and the warmest place in the room.

Li Lianhua brushes a fingertip over his temple—only his second finger, cool and dry, tracing the shell of his ear and then down along the fall of his hair. Di Feisheng doesn't flinch, no, but a tiny tremor goes through him, and he doesn't think to control himself.

"You didn't sleep," Li Lianhua says. He begins the soft stroke again, from brow to shoulder height, and this time Di Feisheng sits still.

"It won't kill me." His head dips downward. His eyes follow the curling brasswork of the scabbard.

"And that should reassure me?"

Di Feisheng expels a sharp little breath that Li Lianhua can well plumb for meaning. He has nothing better. He feels… not brittle, no, but like a willow wand stripped to its green wood. If its roots are still in the ground, new bark will grow. If not—

"What do you want?" he asks, so hushed it is more plea than demand.

Li Lianhua continues: one long, patient stroke after another, his fingers sinking down to the scalp now, trailing that same path. With a sigh, he puts his chin on Di Feisheng's shoulder. He has a smudge of soot on his forehead, unnoticed. "Do you want me to stop?"

Di Feisheng huffs, again. "I'll be fine. This… cosseting. I do not need it."

If he still has a foundation. If there is something to hold him to the earth. Li Lianhua need not fret about him like he does about Fang Duobing, however he couches it in mock irritation.

His hand, steady and gentle, stops at the nape of Di Feisheng's neck. "Of course not, Lao Di," he murmurs, "but perhaps I do."

tbc

[chickycherrycola]

snippet sunday 😎🏖

Shout-out to @silluuuu for tagging me on this most snippetiest of Sundays! 🙏🏻 I've got several WIPs currently in progress (SoMa Week and Royai Week are coming up in June), but one of the things I'm working on is the next chapter of King of My Heart! So for today, i humbly offer a KOMH snippet, beach episode edition:

He reaches to brush some of her hair away from the nape of her neck, callused fingertips grazing her skin with a softness she hadn’t thought possible, and it sends a shiver coursing violently down her spine. She shudders, her eyes squeezing shut almost instinctively, as his thumbs press down the column of her neck, rubbing the sunscreen in with thorough strokes along the ridge of her spine, and suddenly, she’s grateful her back is to him. Surely, any photos the paparazzi capture will document this moment in obscene detail for all the world to see, but at least Soul can’t see the look on her face right now— her brows scrunching and her eyelashes fluttering and her teeth digging into her lower lip.  It’s downright agonizing, having to sit perfectly still, having to act like none of this is having any effect on her whatsoever. “You alright, Maka?” The sound of his voice— low, gravelly, a lot closer to her ear than she’d expected— jolts her out of the trance. She jumps in her seat as her eyes snap open, her body twitching under his hands, but he doesn’t pull away. His fingers settle atop her shoulders, heavy and so very hot, and it takes her a moment to compose herself enough to speak.  “Y-Yeah?” Her voice is breathy and uneven and unrecognizable, not at all what it usually sounds like to her own ears. “O-Of course I’m alright.” She straightens her spine, shifts her position slightly atop the beach blanket. “Why wouldn’t I be?”  “You shivered,” Soul says simply. “Are you cold?”  Her heart lodges itself somewhere in the vicinity of her throat at the revelation that he’d noticed.  “No—” she spits, the words falling too forcefully from her lips. “We’re at a beach. Why in Death’s name would I be cold?”

Nothing says rom-com shenanigans quite like forcing your fake-fiance to rub sunscreen on you for a PR stunt at the beach, am I right? 😋 hehe

I don't remember who all Silly already tagged, so sorry if this is the second time for some of you: @mellancholy-morose @vautour-coccinelle-serpent @blackbloodteeth @worldismyne @dreaming-wavelength @anxietybard join us in the snippeting fun! If ya want!!

[plague-of-insomnia]

A sneak peek at the next chapter of The Glue That Binds Us, a sebardagni post-apocalyptic sickfic:

Sebastian was tired today. His muscles were complaining especially, like teens wanting to sleep past noon on the weekends, and he had to carefully brace himself with both hands on either side of his body to ensure he remained sitting. He didn’t think he could walk today, but he didn’t want to admit it. Not when Bard had only been home a few days and Sebastian was doing all he could to make it seem like he was fully recovered from the pneumonia and as fine as he could be.

He knew he should call Agni. If Bard weren't home, he would have already. But something about Bard returning from the seeming arms of death meant that Sebastian felt like he owed the man at least a few days without excessive worry. He couldn't prevent the attacks that often robbed him of sleep during the night, but this--pretending he was fine during the day--he could at least attempt.

He slid his arms into the familiar loops of the homemade forearm crutches Bard had made him and wrapped his fingers around the handgrips. He could do this. The cabin was small. It was only a few feet from the bed, through the bedroom door, and then just a couple more to the sofa in the main room where he'd be able to stop and rest.

Of course, if he fell, he could seriously injure himself--not to mention get a lecture from both Agni and Bard for his stubbornness. But it was already bad enough that both men treated Sebastian like glass. It was already infuriating how he'd desperately want to help, have the motivation, but not the strength, energy, or breath to help Agni with much of the house and farm work.

It didn't help that every time he closed his eyes he wondered if he'd never wake up again. Or how much it pained him to know that he would be leaving Bard alone, most likely, when he did.

Agni was a good actor and did a fairly decent job of keeping his spirits up and his true emotions hidden, but Sebastian had been with Agni for most of his life now; nearly a quarter of a century. He knew Agni almost better than himself.

It had not escaped Sebastian's notice in the last couple weeks as he finally began to recover from the pneumonia that had knocked him on his ass, when his mind had cleared enough for him to be able to notice things Agni likely thought he was still too sick and confused to.

Like how exhausted he was, physically, mentally, and emotionally, as if it radiated from his bones. Sometimes, Sebastian had wondered if he had died if it would have lifted the other man's burden, though he feared it might actually be worse.

Sebastian wasn't certain, but he suspected that Agni wouldn't want to live once Seb was gone.

Which would mean Bard would be alone again, like he was when they'd first met almost five years ago.

[itsmaybitheway]

Happy Several Sentences Sunday Loves!!!

Hope you all had amazing weeks!!! I think all the snippets that’s been shared will put a nice end to everyones weeks and give you enough life energy to get you through the next!!! <3<3<3

Thank you @nocoastposts @heybuddy-drabbles @agame-writes @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf for the tags 🤍🤍🤍

This probably will be the last snippet I share of the Roommate AU before I post it next Saturday but we’ll see!

Knowing it is no use lying to Nora, he just decides to be out with it. Checking their surroundings, once he makes sure there isn’t anyone nearby they might know, he starts whispering. “Okay, so… Henry told me a story about him masturbating and I can not, for the life of me stop thinking about it.”

“Ohhhh.” Nora takes a bite out of her berry muffin with a face that screams ‘Alex takes too long to catch up on shit’. “So you’re finally having a latent sexuality crisis. Welcome to the land of the bisexual dude.”

“What? Oh my Jesus fuck. I didn’t even think about that part!” Burying his face to his hands, Alex just groans.

“My guy, you’ve been thinking about your molten lava level hot roommate/best friend jerking off non-stop and didn’t think about what it might mean?”

Again my tags come with no pressure attached, this is a stress free zone I’m filled to the brim with stress that’ll be enough for all of us and if I ADHD’ed and forgot to tag you pls add your sentences and tag me I wanna see what everyone’s been cookin!! <3<3<3

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