#teeny tiny writing snippet

[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."

[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!”

[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.

[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.

[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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[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.

[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.

[captainrufflebanger]

Hey *scratches neck like the drug addict I am*

I was wondering if *unholy sounds*

You got anymore of them *panicks*

Alcina in a suit pics *cries*

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ASK FROM WEEKS AGO

Hi sorry I don't have much that's presentable to the public but take this messy sketch dump I did after writing a teeny tiny fic snippet last year.

Lady Dietreschcu

[georgiasbrainstuff]

i am sorta writing a landoscar fic where lando gets obsessed with watching d&d campaigns on youtube (totally not like me) and oscar finds out and offers to plan a d&d night for them and their friends (lestappen and galex maybe idk).. here is a teeny tiny snippet:

Oscar had organised everything. He’d done some research online and found out about character classes and hit points and whatever else. Lando had offered to help, but Oscar batted him away.  “You can’t help the dungeon master, Lando, then you’d know all my plans. Kinda defeats the point, doesn’t it?”  Oscar calling himself the dungeon master? Way hotter than Lando expected. He'd dragged Oscar away from his laptop and no further progress was made on campaign planning that day.

i'm only doing classes for their different characters (not races)... which i'm figuring out now... but oscar would be deciding so? max is obviously a barbarian. charles is a bard (lol). what would lando be?? galex?? i'm struggling. help? <3

[pretzel-box]

Can we get an update about your Sebastian x read enemies to lovers?

Sure! I have the whole storyboard finished and started to write the first chapters. Might publish the first one in the coming week.

The whole thing will be called : As above so below

so you will find my works under #AsAboveSoBelow if you search it up on my profile!

I kinda was unmotivated because of the whole Zerum drama but it makes me happy to see people interested in my work!

A warning to everyone tho: This won't be a sugarcoated fanficion. Sebastian will be mean, kidnapper-behaviour, gaslighting, etc. warnings will be put at the start of each chapter. It's an enemies to lovers with some dark elements.

Chapter 1 snippet below

Unedited, non proof read.

The time on the wall clock displayed that it was barely some minutes after twelve in the noon. The warm sunlight creeped gently into the waitingroom by shining through the tall panorama windows of the building. A quick gaze to the side, to take a glimpse of the clock, was enough to tell you that it would surely take a few more moments till it was time to move away from the comfort of the leather chair you sat on right now. Your fresh desinfected hands clinged nervously onto your phone while swiftly scrolling through the list with the contacts that you had saved over the time you owned it. You were so concentrated that it slightly startled you, when another caller ID popped upon the bright screen of the phone, displaying the picture of your fathers face.

This particular man called you a lot lately, pushing his nose into your business after you dared to ask him for a teeny tiny favour, and you prayed that he wiould help since you are his beloved only daughter. But one of the things you didn't expected from him in that specific moment, was that he would take the oppertunity to call you, remembering that he was somewhere on the ocean.

He works as a high-class business man, sponsoring mainly a company called Urbanshade. You didn't knew much about them but your dad mentioning something about how they specialized in underwater mining with some high-tech inventions.

This explained his temporary stay on one of Urbanshade's ships, the testing and showcasing of another new underwater mining robot of some sort, called Trenchbleeder. Your dad funded the whole project in the past few months, so he was more than excited to see how his money is getting used for good reasons.

"Did they call you yet?" Despite the slightly static, the seagulls and the waves in the background, you were able to make out the strict tone in his voice. Of course he was curious. You have asked your dad if he knows someone who would hire you, his daughter. And of course, the first thing that he applies you for is one of Urbanshades research facilities. They didn't really looked for new employes in first place, but your dad was really close to the higher ups, so he bought the job for you. The fact he paid the company to take you made your stomach twist in an state of uncomfortableness but it was too late to turn back and say no." risked a lot by doing that for you."

He refers to the payment he has done for your sake and you can feel the pressure he dumped onto your shoulders.

You nod, even if your dad couldn't see it on the phone. "I'm at their building, sitting in the waitingroom. We sign the contract today." You tried to sound confident but you knew your dad saw behind your facade already. "They should be calling me into the office soon."

Your name gets loudly called through the room before your dad was able to reply to you, he would probably would give you another warning not to mess it up for his reputations sake. "Sorry dad, it's time."

You ended the call with a swift push on the red button, turning your phone ultimately on mute so nothing will distract the meeting you will now have with one of the higher ups at Urbanshade. The lady at the receptionist, told you where to go and another employee guided you to a glass room, showcasing a middle-aged man in an expensive looking suit. His arms were crossed and the way he scanned your application papers made your stomach turn.

The man must have noticed your little stare from the other side of the glass wall, since his head looked up from the file and it wasn't hard to miss the the coy smile on his lips. The previous expression on his face already replaced with a more welcoming one. "Ah, we finally meet. Your father told me already a good share abour you, little lady."

"I am grateful for the chance to work for your company, Mr.Wiltshire." The first impression counts, especially at a company as Urbanshade. And so you took the oppertunity to present yourself from the best side that you could possibly bring up, even if it means pretending to be something that you are not, in this case motivated and interested. Your hand almost raised up on it's own to offer a polite and respectful handshake.

"I assure you, we are the ones that are honoured to welcome you in our team.. Welcome to Urbanshade."

[stellamarielu]

it’s wip wednesday!!! and i have a lot going on in my word docs these days. i feel like i’ve been writing a fuck ton for joel miller so i’m gonna post a little snippet for my bb declan o’hara. here’s just a teeny tiny bit of talk too much part 2. when will she be done and posted? the world may never know but for now i hope you enjoy some flirty declan on this wednesday evening

“Yeah I get that.” 

Of course he got it, he was married. You had to keep reminding yourself of that all night as you watched the man beside you with his sparkling eyes and charming smile. This whole going out for drinks thing was making your little crush on him multiply tenfold. 

“Sometimes you just need that one person who gets you. It’s about the comfortability and ease of being in a dedicated relationship.” He was looking down at his glass as he spoke, swirling the contents with a slight movement of his wrist. 

“You don’t have to worry about getting to know them or impressing them. Don’t have to be nervous about being in bed with someone new. Learning another person’s preferences— what makes them tick.” As the last word left his lips his eyes flickered up to yours, his drink still in hand. 

His stare was heavy and different from the way he usual looked as he spoke to you, it had your mouth going dry. 

“Although I imagine that could be fun.” His gaze felt as if it was burning your skin as it slowly trailed down your torso and back up. There was no denying the predatory glimmer in his eyes. 

“Getting to know someone new in that way.” The emphasis on the last two words almost had you choking on your drink. 

That way— sexually. 

Your boss was sat beside you, his big brown eyes swimming with undisclosed desire as he told you he thought it would be fun to have sex with someone new; someone who wasn’t his wife.

This little confession came from him after he’d asked you to join him for drinks and spent the entire evening laughing at your jokes and gently touching you. His hand had ghosted over your arm a number of times as you talked and he let his knee gently bump yours under the table once or twice— up until this moment you figured it was on accident but now you were questioning the intent of his careful touches. 

“Maybe that’s why everyone in this town is a dreadful cheater.” With that his intensity simmered and he was looking out at the crowd of people filling the bar. Watching as they mingled and thinking about how they made such a deceitful act look so effortless.

Declan knew what he was doing when he looked at you the way he did. He knew what he was doing when he pulled you to the quiet corner of the bar and flashed you one sweet smile after another.

He didn’t hold back his efforts to get to know you, to win you over.

He had been psyching himself up all week, eager to get you alone and see if there was any semblance of hope in his daydreams about the two of you being together.

He wanted to lay it all on the table. To tell you that he liked you— that he wanted to get to know you in a less professional way. He didn’t even know where to begin, but you made it feel so simple.

The two of you riffed off one another all evening and it made it insanely easy for him to slip in the occasional longing glance or gentle brush of his hand against your arm. Small gestures, but he could tell each one made you more flustered than the last.

He shouldn’t like it so much— the effect he has on you. But he does. He likes it so much that he couldn’t stop himself from alluding to the fact that he wanted to have an affair with you. Sure he didn’t say it outright, but his words mixed with the way his eyes raked over your body spoke volumes. Or at least he hoped they had.

[becausebuckley]

33 for Buddie for the wrapped + fic meme!!!

yay excellent choice!! apologies for taking a while to get back to this - it spiralled just a teeny tiny bit out of control lol. i have come to the conclusion that i am simply not capable of writing short little snippets... anyway, hope you like it!!

5. fear of water - noah kahan

and i can be brave | buddie | getting together | 2.4k

Eddie opens the door to the sound of soft music playing and the smell of dinner being cooked. He steps inside and leans against the door, his head thudding back. Slowly, he exhales, imagining that all the stress of the day, all the heaviness weighing him down, is fading away. That’s not how it works, of course, but he likes the fantasy. He’s home from a therapy session, yet another afternoon of being scraped raw and prodding at the innermost parts of him with Frank. Christopher is at Denny’s for their monthly sleepover, so Eddie was expecting it to be just him at home today. He was expecting to come home to an empty house. Instead, he walks into the kitchen and is greeted by the sight of Buck, wearing Eddie’s apron and stirring a pot of sauce on the stove. “Hey, Eds,” Buck says, not even looking up. He sprinkles some salt into the pot. “You’re right on time. Dinner is almost ready.”

read the full fic on ao3!

[xfiendslayerx]

"So this is the boy of the mother father spared..." A very young ryu observed the little boy from afar. Vivid emerald eyes took in every feature of the boy. Perhaps it was the mother's heart that he inherited instead of her looks.

"Peculiar looking..."