#snippets piles

[umclite]

Some people in your life will travel miles to bury you.

But won't cross the street to support you when you're alive.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Goofy and erratic villian with an exasperated and somewhat uptight hero who has a crush on the villain? Maybe the villain says something vaguely flirty on accident and the hero has to pretend they don’t like it (and fails miserably)

“Come on.” The villain grabbed the hero’s hands and pulled them towards the dance floor. Eyes glinting, excitement filled up the villain. “Fight me.”

Utterly unimpressed, the hero just rolled their eyes.

“No interest.”

“That’s not very diplomatic of you. Refusing the enemy’s suggestion to resolve our issues? Come on, it’ll be fun. Just a little bit of combat.” They pulled the hero close, grip tight around them as they led the hero through the song. “Or are you scared?”

“We’re calling combat ‘resolving issues’ now?” Their eyes went through the crowd, concentrating. Professional. Obviously, the hero didn’t have time for their nemesis but the villain didn’t care.

At this point, they took whatever fell into their hands. The hero was a master at hiding, at avoiding people and the villain was not going to let them slip through their fingers that easily.

“It’s like couples therapy for crazy people, don’t you think?” the villain asked. They tried to redirect the hero every time they spotted the supervillain among the many millionaires.

Admittedly, the villain had been on their hands and knees when they’d discovered that the hero was going to be here. They’d begged the supervillain to take them with them and thank god, the villain had been assigned to distract the hero.

It was their favourite activity.

“I can’t argue with that, I suppose.” The hero shrugged. “I am not interested in making a scene, though.”

“But it’s so much fun...” Again, the villain pulled them closer, staring through half-lidded eyes at that heroic face.

One time, the hero’s hard shell had cracked in front of the villain. Ever since, the villain tried to crack it again, not because they wanted to torment the hero but because they needed the hero to know that being imperfect and vulnerable was normal.

The hero forgot that they were human sometimes.

“You’re aware that I am going to crush you like a beetle, right?”

And the villain had seen other people lose their mind to that.

“Oh, I’d love that, baby,” the villain answered. The hero’s face remained emotionless.

“If you think that you can distract me with your cheap tricks, then you’re blithely unaware of the fact that I am the best in this business.”

The hero tried to get out of the villain’s grip but the villain knew the supervillain wasn’t done with their investigation yet. So, the villain had to get creative.

“I know you’re the best, that’s why I want to fight you again. Gives me a kick.” The villain brushed the hero’s ear with their lips. “It feels good.”

“Ugh, you’re annoying.” The hero grabbed the villain’s jaw and turned their head away from them. The villain had to giggle at that.

However. The villain also caught a glimpse of their red ears.

The hero was embarrassed.

“Come on, grumpy…you love me.” They couldn’t help but smirk. Annoying the hero was a hobby the villain would never be able to let go of. Sometimes, they committed a crime just for the hero to show up.

“I’m wasting my time with you.”

Unfortunately, the villain spotted their superior. Giving them a sign to go back to the lair.

“You mean you’re having fun,” they mumbled.

The hero was quiet and looked (as usual) quite dissatisfied as they let the villain guide them. They didn’t seem to be passionate about dancing at all. They didn’t seem to loathe it, either.

“Let me invite you on a date, then. You. Me. Tomorrow. Bring your best weapon,” the villain said. They squeezed the hero’s hip, making the other’s eyes widen and somehow, the hero seemed much more human with their red face and their avoidant gaze.

Almost as if they did like the villain after all.

The villain could live with that, though.

[itwoodbeprefect]

i was tagged by @star-pacifist (<3³), who is of course NOT the person who has been tagging me in other things but an entirely different tumblr user. don't worry about it.

rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

the word i was handed is DOGS! 🐶🐶

D

the first lines of an angsty bad buddy character study thing in second person, called The 5 Stages of Greed:

1. Denial He’s back. No – you’re back. But he’s back too: back in the bedroom right across from yours, back in the disapproving lines on your mother’s face, back in your thoughts, back in your life, back in that hidden soft little spot in your heart where he fits so well.

O

portion of a fic in reference to the canonical "cok long" neon sign on peaceful property:

“Oh, I don’t-” Kan tries. Pangpang merrily barrels on. “Like, for example it could turn into-” Sadly, the world will never know how Pangpang would have finished that sentence, because Kan’s hand closes firmly over her mouth, and she makes a surprised noise instead. It leaves Home with serious questions. “But how would you do that? What kind of sign would say vagina when it breaks?” Even allowing for some creative English spelling and grammar, that’s a pretty tall order. There’s some mumbled suggestion from Pangpang, but what she’s saying only becomes intelligible for a second, when she wrangles Kan’s hand away before Kan slings her other arm around her and covers her mouth again. “Pussy!” reverberates through the room.

G

from a starsky and hutch fic that's set just before the tag scene of the kira episode, in which they're putting their heads together to write a script on how to confront her:

“Good,” he says, distractedly. “Yeah,” Starsky adds, vaguely. “Uh huh.” “Right.”  “Okay.” “Nice.” Hutch is all out of noncommittal affirmatives, so he tries something else. “Huggy isn’t here right now.” There’s something connected to that, something it could lead to. He finds it after a moment of distraction caused by how full of anticipation Starsky looks. “We could practice, just in case.” There’s something that’s not quite hope in the quick twitch of the corner of Starsky’s mouth – something a step beyond it. Trust, maybe. “Hey, that’s a thought. You never know what might come up.”

S

from a fic which, if it ever gets finished, will be a single scene of pure silly fluff, written for the best tv series i've ever seen about a zoo penguin who gets turned into a human high schooler (the fic is tentatively called "How to break the ice if you love a penguin"):

“Sun is looking at penguins.” “I’m not.” He really isn’t. He’s looking at things penguins might like, which is entirely different. There’s only one penguin he wants to look at, and he’s not on the computer.

as a bonus, the topically relevant (assuming the topic is DOGS) current first words of a the heart killers fic that doesn't have an opening line yet:

“You’re the knife, I’m the fork. One’s no good without the other.” There’s a lot he could do with just a knife, but he’s not telling Style that. A fork can deliver a mean jab, too. “Maybe one day we’ll adopt a little spoon,” Style continues, dreamy. It’s hard to tell if he’s joking or serious, but that’s par for the course with him. “What’s a spoon?” Fadel asks, and then he hears himself, and makes the conscious decision not to worry about the kinds of words Style has him putting together. “Do you want a puppy or a child?” “I think both would be cute. They could play with each other. I could teach him about cars.” “The dog?” “You’re a dog.”

i'll pass on WORD as my word, and i'll send some no pressure invites to play: @redgoldblue @wereflamingo-in-thai-dramaland @actingcamplibrarian @luredin @spaceradars @girlonastring, and anyone else who writes anything, ever. doesn't have to be fic! could be original fiction. could be your thesis. could be your shopping list. go wild.

[johnslittlespoon]

TWENTY ONE THOUSAND WORDS……..I am spinning off the planes of this earth I am so EXCITED (snippet pls?? 🥺🥺🥺)

the gif plsss 😭 crying shdgkj SRY i've been so bad at posting updates lately, i'm gonna try to get back to bunch of TAS asks after work tonight/later this week <33 but here's a crumb for now :-)

[vibininblankets]

*rattles a bag*

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Good morning Hawkins I am slogging through my day burdened by the horrors so please have this nice thing:

Literally it is impossible to have a completely bad day with Eddie. Even at your lowest point he will still somehow manage to make you smile or laugh until you dissolve into wheezing so hard because you can’t catch a breath. Mans is a whole damn circus act and will do it all for you, simply for the fact that he cares so much about you he doesn’t want that smile to ever leave your face. Even if he’s the cause of your frown, he will immediately try to fix things.

[zestyzigzagoon]

We're back at 'banging my head against the wall' for CS Chapter 10. I'm still standing by the fact that I'll get it posted before the end of the month, but we're probably looking at the 31st lol.

[quackquackcey]

Weekly WIP Snippet

I'm going to try to start doing these if only to help motivate myself LMAO

For @ficwip’s word ✨SHOUT✨ this week, I present a snippet from my sterek season 2 canon rewrite sequel that I really need to work on LOL

Ft. sterek in club scene w/ himbo scott & danny:

"Dude, everyone here's a dude," was Scott's first astute observation. "I think we're in a gay club."

"Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh?" said Stiles.

Scott just flashed him a smug smile after getting hit on, practically preening, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Man, Isaac was right," he muttered. "You really are a himbo."

"You're just jealous," said Scott before they split up—Stiles searched for Danny while Scott looked for the kanima.

He debated on whether it was a mistake to wade through this sea of hot, sweaty, dancing people, especially when someone started grinding against him from behind. A shuffle and muffled shout were all Stiles could hear amidst the loud bass before a different set of hips pressed up behind him, large hands settling naturally around Stiles' waist.

Stiles didn't know what it said about him that he immediately knew it was Derek.

Lips brushed against his ear. "Isn't that him over at the counter?" asked Derek in his ear.

Stiles whipped his head around so fast that he accidentally whacked Derek in the chin with the back of his head—Derek glared at him before practically bulldozing him out of the crowd towards Danny, who seemed to be watching another man practically making out with someone else with a dejected expression.

"Hey, Danny!" Stiles swung an arm on his shoulder. "Fancy seeing you here!"

Danny glanced at him, then Derek, then him again. "I'm finding out a lot about you today," he said. 

"Well, you're about to find out more," shouted Stiles over the music. "I need to talk to you somewhere quieter."

Danny paused. "Uh, sorry, but I'm not into threesomes."

Stiles' mind blanked as his mouth flapped open and closed.

Derek, on the other hand, placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder and flashed a grin at Danny that was more a baring of his teeth. "Did we ask?"

"...I guess not, not with the way you beat that guy up," muttered Danny.

Stiles snapped back to reality. "Wait, you beat a guy up? What?"

"Yeah, just now," said Danny. "Y'know, the guy you were dancing with."

Derek crossed his arms. "He was in my way, so I moved him out of the way."

"Yeah right, moved him so hard that his nose started bleeding," said Danny with a snort.

Stiles gaped at Derek—he’d never admit that his stomach fluttered everytime Derek’s possessiveness flared. “Wha—”

[c4tto626]

just remembered that people have left positive comments on the few COD fics i've written and it makes me feel insane like what do you mean people read my garbage? what do you mean people liked my garbage?? 💀

[umclite]

‘You’re going to be happy’ said life ‘but first I’ll make you strong.’

[lunar-eclipse-bunnies]

i never fucking posted any of my seqa class work oh my fucking god????

[velnica]

« The Matron's Fang » Sanson Smyth

To go with this Guydelot set.

[aihaloos]

Mwahahahaha my first real fic and of course it has to be Tsukasa angst and contain mafukasa drama.

(Note: If you want context for the scene attached read the tags)

I'm clearly overcompensating for the lack of Tsukasa angst in canon but leave me be okay. SEGA neglects Tsukasa like his parents. I can do what I want. And of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. I won't nake it end on horrible note.

And I'll try to make it good quality I promise. English isn't my first language [cry] but I'm most comfortable with it and people have told me I'm pretty fluent so hopefully it won't be full of shit...

(Hopefully I've also grown past my wattpad fanfic writer tendencies (I love people on wattpad but a lot of fics there that features x reader would just copy and paste the script, add a bit of description, rewrite tiny bits (aka write the characters fall in love at first sight), and leave it like that. (Or maybe that's twst/kny/mha exclusive... I don't know.) (Granted I do still have some scenes like that because it is a "rewrite" of the main story, but I won't copy n paste the entire thing I swear) Don't get me wrong I still love those fics, they have their charm, but I know I shouldn't be that repetitive.). I still have them, and I'm trying to shake them off...)

[keymintt]

tagged by @vvindication (thank you!!)

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

oh god this is putting me on BLAST. but i DID finish two large things last week (the animatic and a mural i'll post when i get the go-ahead) so none of these are huge projects or anything

counting digital and traditional wips here and bc of how i organize stuff i'm gonna be referring to these with my mental names for them rather than intended titles or file names yeehaw

commissions (2)- (rendering, sketching)

(late) birthday gifts (2)- (sketching)

superbloom- (rendering)

golden hour- (rendering)

froslass illust- (rendering)

voiddance- (sketching)

chewtoy- (sketched but idk how i wanna finish it yet)

self-burning sun- (sketched but i'm not happy with it yet)

gay thoughts- (sketched, needs to be lined)

laughingstock- (sketched but needs another pass)

dream- (rendering)

cold evening- (sketched)

glowing mouth- (sketched, idk how i wanna finish it)

grimm teeth study thing- (sketching but i don't have a super solid idea yet)

as you can see. i have a lot of ideas at any given time. everything here is something i've worked on in the past ~two months and also somethin i intend to finish past a goofy doodle. but Also i have a lot of other things i might pick up from months ago OR these might be finished in a year. who the hell knows. i don't.

i am. not tagging sixteen people. so any and all of my mutuals are 100% welcome to do this and say i tagged you regardless of if i tagged you here. also if i did tag you no pressure as always hehehe @savior-of-the-dreaming-dragons @holycorrupt @confusedlucifer @honeybyte @coyoteworks @beatcroc @matoitech @tenbirdsinatrenchcoat

[mercysought]

Asharen rarely, if ever, doesn't reply to letters in a timely manner, even post trespasser. She doesn't get as many from "important" people which she is thankful for, but she does increase in correspondence with any scholar that she can get to reply to her with the questions she would have asked Solas in a different time.

Post trespasser she also receives people in her small house in Antiva, if people so desire to visit. The only except is probably I'd say five or six months into post trespasser where the Well is doing the thing™ and she actively stops replying to letters and receiving people over or leaving much of the house honestly

[karliahs]

okay i am mildly ill and don't have the brainpower to actually finish any of my wips even though 2 of them are tantalizingly close to done, so i'm just gonna post some random snippets below the cut

tentatively titled to work, to rest. 3 times eri falls asleep on aizawa fic. hideously soft.

The next thing she knows, there’s a gentle hand resting on top of her head. The other is still lying on her chest. “Come on, Eri,” Aizawa murmurs. “Let’s get you back to bed.” She shakes her head. “I’m comfy here.” Aizawa sighs and she feels his breath against her hair. “I’m giving you bad habits.” “No,” she insists. “Sleeping—” She pauses to yawn. “Sleeping wherever you can sleep is logical.” “What idiot said that,” he mutters. “Okay, how about you get back in bed and I’ll sit beside you?” His little finger taps against her chest. “You can keep the hand, too.” Eri hums in thought the way she sees grownups do, even though she’s too sleepy to be thinking much of anything. “Okay then.” “Okay,” Aizawa says, and scoops her up into his arms. 

unnamed shindeku thing:

Hitoshi’s eyes flick upwards and his face falls. “Uh-oh.” Izuku glances up too, then scrambles back up onto his knees. “Sensei! What, uh…” Izuku has a thought and plucks Hitoshi’s phone from where it’s sticking out of his jacket pocket. The screen reads 11:03. “Oh, no.” “Detention,” Aizawa says, sounding almost content. “One day for every minute you’re late.” “Three days,” Izuku murmurs to Hitoshi, showing him the phone. That familiar sinister smile spreads across Aizawa’s face. “Only if you can find some way to teleport back to the house. You’re still breaking curfew until the moment you’re inside.” Hitoshi sits up. “It’ll take us at least another three minutes to get back.” He gives Aizawa a calculating look. “No way you want to supervise that many detentions.” Appealing to Aizawa’s laziness was a pretty sound strategy, and Izuku pauses his hasty scramble to his feet to eye him curiously. Aizawa’s smile grows wider. “You’re right, I don’t,” he answers. “But I beat Vlad King at cards earlier, and my prize is that he has to supervise all detentions for either class for the rest of the summer.” Izuku pales. The joy Aizawa took in punishing misbehaving students was only outmatched by the pleasure of getting one over on 2-B’s teacher. He looks down at the phone again. 11:04. “Come on!” he cries, grabbing Hitoshi’s hand and pulling him along. Even as they sprint through the trees, Izuku takes a moment to savour the feeling of Hitoshi’s hand in his.

aizawa & mic talking post-kamino:

Shouta lands on a robot in mid-air, resting a hand on its metal face to steady himself. It’s the same form he’d used to grab Dabi, and the thought makes him lose a precious second. He kicks the robot into the floor but too late, and it lands dented but mostly intact. Worried about your students, Eraser? Shouta lands on the robot’s chest, denting it further, but it’s not enough. I wonder if you can save them, in the end. Shouta rears back his arm and punches the robot’s blank face with all his strength.  The pain is immediate, as is Hizashi’s cry from behind him: “Shit.” Shouta’s heartbeat is thudding in his ears, and he pulls off the headphones with his other hand. Hizashi rushes over to him through the piles of debris, watching worriedly as Shouta flexes his injured hand slowly. “That was really stupid.” “Yep.” “Are you okay?” A wave of exhaustion floods through Shouta and he sits down on a half-destroyed robotic carcass. The adrenaline starts to fade a little and with it comes more pain. Still, he can move the hand without crying out, so it’s unlikely anything is broken. “Yeah.” He meets Hizashi’s gaze for a moment. Wonders what Hizashi is seeing in his eyes. Hizashi sighs and sits down on a nearby piece of rubble. He holds out his hand. “C’mon, show me the paw.” Shouta kicks him. 

and then there are 2 more docs i'm working on, one really close to done and one not, that don't rly lend themselves to snippets. one of them...even manages to not have aizawa in. i am as shocked as you are.