#teeny tiny snippet

[justarandomllamacorn]

"Oh"

"Yeah"

"Guess I'm fine then"

"Yeahh no you're not", said the doctor. "This alien is the manifestation of your inner struggle with burberry milkshake that makes you unable to draw equilateral triangles in red markers."

"It is?", you ask, bewildered. "Wait so all I have to do is drink a milkshake and the alien will leave?"

"Of course not! It would totally offset your balance", replies the doctor. "I'll prescribe you 2 ibuprofen per day for a month, 10 kiwi fruits for breakfast and a squeeze of lemon." He squeezed it in your eyes and reached under his desk. "Here, take this rabbit."

You gingerly took it in your arms when it opened it's mouth and

"What brings you in today?" the doctor asks. "Well, I've been hallucinating this damn alien has been stalking me," you reply. "That alien?" the doctor asks, pointing to the alien standing next to you.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

am i cooking ? perhaps ….

[sintoxic]

Shotgunning — W.I.P

The old mattress creaked in protest when Frank grabbed Danny’s wrist and lowered them onto it. The teen bent awkwardly to pick up the glass bong and cheap lighter settled on the floor at the foot of his bed. He wasted no time flicking the lighter to life, bringing the mouthpiece to his scarred lips, and inhaling for a few solid seconds.

Danny counted them in his head.

One, two, three, four.

Frank sharply inhaled after setting the fragile object aside; his gaze sought out his uninvited guest. Before Danny could speak or simply ask what Frank was planning, his mask was carelessly pushed up, and the bandaged hands he’d become well acquainted with over the last few months cradled either side of his unshaven, prickly face. His own hands faltered, leather-clad fingers flexing uselessly in the air as Frank leaned in and connected their lips, nudging the tip of his pierced tongue between Danny’s to pry them open.

Thick, hot smoke was blown into his mouth.

Danny, someone who hadn’t smoked anything other than cigarettes in literal ages, immediately tried to swallow it down only to drive himself into a coughing fit.

“Fucking–” Danny rasped as he fought for his life.

Frank reared back in laughter, smoke floating in small puffs from the corners of his mouth. Danny could already feel his head start to spin as he listened to the boy cackle on and on.

“Don’t tell me big, bad Danny has never smoked weed.”

[babyjakes]

… oh? 🥺

[ghost-proofbaby]

Inject sugar yelling at Eddie into my veins

one injection of sugar yelling at eddie coming right up (below the cut)

His face goes through several revelries before he settles on an emotion, mouth agape as he shakes his head slowly at you, brows furrowed and all his creases exposed, “Are you seriously pissed off right now that the rockstar wrote songs about you? That I wrote about you, which is what I do for a living?” 

“Your job isn’t to write about me!” Thank God for soundproof studios. Your voice is rising, tone cracking with emotion, “I’m not fucking mad that you did that, I’m mad that you never called-”

“I did call!” he yells back at you suddenly. Not out of intimidation, not even out of fury. He has to do it – he has to match your volume just to be heard. “I called hundreds of times. Before the tour ended, when I got back, when I saw you were gone. I did fucking call-”

“I’m mad that you fucking left!”

[starflungwaddledee]

I wonder what happens during Forgotten Land on AWTDY AU?

oh!! i can answer this one easily, because awtdy au amps up significantly after the events of the alternate version of star allies, and in fact concludes before forgotten land occurs.

so realistically, forgotten land could happen mostly as normal! it is even implied to do so in a tongue-in-cheek way in one of the wrap-up pieces of prose i wrote for the immortality integer.

though there might be some changes to the way forgotten land would play out, due to the events of awtdy and the lasting impacts it's had on characters, their skills and relationships, and their resilience levels to specific things. but if anything, i think it would go even more smoothly than in the mainline series!

[xfiendslayerx]

"Heihachi Mishima...tell me where he is." The dragon ninja demanded in a dangerously low tone as he made steps towards the CEO, the eye on the dragon sword glowing a bright shade of violet. "I don't think I like your tone." Kazuya raised his voice as he stood up. His right eye began to illuminate an aggressive red and electricity danced wildly around his knuckles. "I don't care...where is he."

[violaceumx]

"It can wait..." a deep sleepy voice emerged from underneath the sheets. His large masculine hand hovered over her smaller hand and beat it to the vibrating cell on the nightstand. He then pressed the 'end call' button and turned it over. He lastly intertwined his fingers between her's and gently pulled them back under the sheets.

[kazamama]

She looked down at the button up shirt that she was wearing and slightly blushed.

"It was just there on the chair...and I didn't think you'd mind so I took it."

[dukeoftheblackstar]

"You will beg for me, xxx. You will beg only for my touch, my mouth, my every indulgence. And when I decide you have earned it, I will give you the pleasure you so desperately crave."

I am now very turned on by this and will cease writing immediately because brain be weird like that.

[catalinaflores]

alright im tired and my body hurts this is all i got yall

[caterpillarinacave]

WIP I love that I will never work on because I know if I posted it and it didn’t get any interaction I would be heartbroken, my beloved

[bigalockwood]

Simon was starting to believe that maybe Wille had fallen asleep after all, when he quietly, shyly, asked, “Can you hold me?”

Chapter 6 out tomorrow!!!

should've said no (and you might still have me) - chapter 5

They were standing close to each other, separated by their bikes. With sudden clarity, Simon could see exactly what would happen next; Wille would lean over, and he’d kiss Simon. Over the course of the last few weeks, he’d learnt to read Wille, like he’d been studying for an exam, and Simon was sure he would ace it if put to the test. There was no doubt about Wille’s intentions.

Wille and Simon go on their first date. Simon keeps unearthing truths that surprise him.

Coming to you from a dead-tired and insanely busy author this week, chapter 5 is here! Don't know how, but it's here.

If you want to read from the start, go here.

[xfiendslayerx]

"It's true what they say about a ninja's focus and determination. You're a hard man to track down." Lars commented as we approached the dragon ninja with what appeared to be a heavy duty briefcase.

[straw-eri-chan]

Another snippet of my last post because people liked it :]

"Wowza." Kon giggled, actually giggled, which was wack because first he was cooing and now he was giggling. There had to be like, kryptonite in this baby or something. "Hi kiddo."

Kon looked around the lab to find, well, not much. It was clean, mostly, with the occasional food or energy drink trash stuffed into a corner and a few papers scattered around. In fact, if it weren't for the baby in Kon's arms, he would be convinced there was nothing out of the ordinary in the lab. Well, and the the test tube that clearly said 'KON-EL' in big bold letters above it.

"You're so small." Kon whispered. He wasn't an expert on kids or babies or anything, but were they supposed to be this small? Were they supposed to be the cutest thing Kon had ever laid eyes on? He didn't think anything could be cuter than Krypto, but here he was. "How old are you, anyway?"

No response from tube-baby, yet again. Which made sense, seeing as he was, well, a baby. But tube-baby did open his eyes to look at Kon and oh. Oh, oh, oh, he was doomed.

Tube-baby had the bluest eyes in the whole universe, identical to his and Clark's. They were big and reminded Kon of an own, curious and maybe a hint judgmental. Adorable.

"You're a cutie pie, you know that?" Kon cooed, tapping tube-baby on his teeny tiny nose, then pinching it just barely because he couldn't help it. It caused the baby to sneeze, and he was getting close to a heart attack probably.

He shrugged his jacket off and managed to create a kind of swaddle with it to keep tube-baby warm in the freezing cold Gotham air. They weren't even outside and Kon could feel it, even with his high tolerance to temperature.

"When Tim gets back, he is going to love you."

[monbons]

Stitches and Sentences

I've had a very productive week as far as fandom is concerned. I sewed. I wrote a bit. I read some fic. Goodness it's great to be on summer break!

STITCHES I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it's pride month! In honor of this special time of year, I am working on the most rainbow-tastic version of Simon and Baz possible. I finished the dolls this past week and am starting attire soon. Hopefully I will be ready to reveal the finished set by next Sunday. In the meantime, here's a sneak peek!

Is that a teeny tiny rainbow friendship bracelet? Yes. For scale, see below.

SENTENCES I am happy to report that after a significant dry spell in the writing department, I have finally produced words. I wrapped up the Boy Next Door Verse shorts early last week and then sat down to re-outline my Cheer AU after having abandoned it for months.

Part of my struggle was that this fic is, by far, the hardest story I have ever tried to tell. Not logistically--it's a high school AU with no magic or dramatic plot reveals or anything like that. Instead, it's difficult because Simon has been through some shit that is very much like my own real life shit and facing your childhood traumas is hard.

In any case, have a snippet-- Baz POV. For context, Baz and Simon were childhood best friends who've become estranged.

I’m still lost in the memory when the wind shifts and Simon stills beside me.  “I’m not that kid anymore, Baz,” he says quietly, staring at his feet. “I’m not either.” “No, I mean–” Simon sighs. “I can’t do this.” “Do what?”  “Any of this.”  “What is this?” “I don’t know. You. Me. All of it.” Simon tugs at his curls. “I can’t, okay?” I watch Simon toe at the ground in front of him. He still won’t look at me, and I try not to let it hurt. He used to get like this sometimes when we were small. Sad and distant. Even back then there were things we didn’t talk about. Things he couldn’t talk about. He didn’t have the words. Maybe he still doesn’t.

Hellos and high-fives and happy pride 🌈.

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