#7 snippets tag

[oh-no-another-idea]

Seven Snippets tag X

Thanks for this one, @winterandwords @tabswrites and @dogmomwrites! <3 Let's do some Bent Nails or Something, since I haven't played this game with new baby wip yet ;)

1.

Michael sat and breathed and let the past be the past. “I’d like to meet Angela,” he said. “I think it’d be nice to have her stay.”

Nick smiled at him and said no more about it. Michael promptly tried to forget the whole thing.

2.

“It’s not snooping, it’s exploring,” [Angela] said, in the same voice she’d been using on Sutton since the words consisted of look, Sutton, it’s an airplane! Open wide!

5.

Michael owned six memories of his father. He had liked microwaving sliced cheese on a piece of bread until the whole thing was a sticky congealed mess that only a five-year-old could’ve loved. Michael had watched the timer count downward and he remembered his father’s hands handing him the melty gooey goodness. There had been a braided cord bracelet and a watch on his wrist.

4.

Sutton’s stomach dropped into her sandals. “No,” she said, quickly growing just as distraught. “No, I can’t, you don’t understand.”

“I sure don’t,” [Jacob] said.

“I have no money,” Sutton told him. “Not like, more than thirty bucks. And you can’t go to my mom for it because we’re here to see if she and Nick are compatible and should get married and live together forever and I can’t be a problem, not now, not when things are going so good. She’ll kill me, and then she’ll leave Nick and I’ll be the ruination of her happiness. Again, probably.”

5.

“You think it over,” he said, pulling a sharpie out of his pocket. “Come see me on Wednesday and tell me your decision. Give me your arm. Come on, give it to me, I’m not gonna chop it off.”

He took her wrist and pushed her sleeve up, writing on her arm with the sharpie. An address flowed to life in ink. 28 Winston Farm Rd.

“That’s permanent marker,” Sutton said blankly, staring at the ugly letters on her skin.

6.

“I kinda sorta maybe accidentally smashed someone’s windshield,” Sutton mumbled, looking at her sandals. “And they said I could pay it off by helping them out for the summer. I need to know how to use a hammer.”

7.

“Now where was I—” he turned, spotted Michael with his back to them, saw up above his head to get the beam near the ceiling, and faltered.

“What should I do next?” Sutton prompted.

Jacob shook his head like a dog in a rainstorm and pushed his glasses higher up his nose. “Uh,” he said, and tore his gaze back to her. “Well, unfortunately, we gotta clean up the mess we’re making. We need some garbage cans.”

Whew! Congrats on making it down here if you did, and if you didn't, well it's time for tags ;)

@reneesbooks @charlesjosephwrites @eccaiia @mister-writes @talesofsorrowandofruin and anyone else who'd like to share <3

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[stygiansauce]

🦃 morning / afternoon / evening!

Scarian is the classic <3 ive only written them once for a friend and it took me… months… got stuck on one scene and avoided it for ages (and then got into taurtis x grian but that’s another story)

Cub and Scar being brotherly and inseparable is soo <3333 everything to me. Have you read “closer to another shore”? Oh my god. Changed my life. And scar and Cub within that book… absolute peak. Devoured it twice over and once more on top of that. Very much recommend if you want to tear your own heart out and crush grian like a bug!

ooo! I'll have to give that one a lookie!

I have this whole scale AU for Scarian that I'll write one day. it's bound to be my hardst work yet (yeah including the historial research and mapping nightmare that is Dealing Despair), because Splinter is one of those fics you have to plan every single scene out to make it all come together in the end.

My goal with Splinter) whenever I get around to writing it, it is to have like a fraction of coolness Birrdie's as above, so below has?? It's still one of my favorite fics of all time and I strive to write an AU like that one day. Splinter isnt the same thing? it's like a past life kind of thing, but the part im trying to emulate from aasb is the "oh something is happening here...I am scared of it" vibe.

Eitherway, if you want a good Grian fic (with some Scarian) THATS the fic. This is the fic I give to all my friends new to the fandom/to fanfiction. I shove aasb and Dirges in the Dark at them because those are the two fanfics I want on my shelf YESTERDAY. Like physical copies. (I am working on that actually....)

OKAY I'VE YAPPED ENOUGH! Time to clock in for the writing shift today <3

[hippolotamus]

witch!Eddie/shifter familiar!Buck 👀👀👀

Hello! At the moment I only have one new tidbit for this one. Enjoy 😘

“You did well, mijo.” Abuela cups his face, brushing her thumbs across his cheekbones. “Abuela!” He giggles and squirms away, hopping down from the wooden step stool he’d been standing on. “Did I really do a good job?” “You did,” she confirms. “It’s refreshing to see you so interested and wanting to learn. Of course, eventually you’ll have to.” Abuela purses her lips, something darker passing over her features. Only for a moment and then it’s gone again. “I find it’s better when a student wants to know.”  “How else am I gonna help people when I grow up?” “A very good point! I would expect nothing else from you, with such a big heart. I have a feeling you’re destined for incredible things.” Eddie beams up at her, hoping what she says is true. Because he does want to make a difference, maybe as a healer. But, more than that, whatever he becomes, he wants to make Abuela proud. If he can manage that one simple goal, surely the rest will take care of itself.  Right?

ask me 'bout my WIPs

tagging some other folks who asked about this one as well @lemonzestywrites @daffi-990 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @wikiangela

[the-inkwell-variable]

7 Sentence / Sunday Snippet Tag

Thank you, @the-golden-comet , for the tag!

"As a doctor -"

"Med student."

"-it is vital that I see the minute details up close and personal. Let the herd guards focus on the distance. I must keep my focus on the here and now."

Cilia shook her head, her thick tresses bouncing on her tanned shoulders. "Congratulations on your gods-like eyesight."

TAGGING @theink-stainedfolk - @inseasofgreen - @drchenquill - @captain-kraken - @leahpardo-pa-potato - open tag!

[author-a-holmes]

Heads Up, Seven Up Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @coarsely <3

Rules: Share seven recent lines you've written. Tag up to seven people (Or more, or less, Whatever you're comfortable with ^_^)

Gonna share some from Darkling today, so I'll pop it under a cut so that people can avoid spoilers.

And if this doesn't FEEL that close to the end of the story, that's because it's not. I've been working on adding an extra chapter between the current chapters 12 and 13 ;-)

Tagging forward to; @authoralexharvey @sleepyowlwrites @amewinterswriting @talesofsorrowandofruin @isabellebissonrouthier @cwritesfiction @theunboundwriter

And anyone else who wants to play, consider this an open tag ^_^ <3

“Then you must learn to fight as a vampire would.” “I’m about as good at that as [Redacted] is!” Booker snapped, and Lizzy flinched, surprised at the bitterness to his voice and although Olwen didn’t recoil the way Lizzy had, she went very still. One eyebrow arched slowly, and Booker backed down almost immediately, running both hands through his messy hair. “You want to place a blade in my hand and teach me to kill,” Booker muttered, and Lizzy’s breath caught as the pieces began falling into place. “And I… I can’t even lie and say I want you to. I don’t.” “Booker?” Lizzy asked softly, waiting until he looked at her, before reaching out unsteadily to touch his mind.

[kurtsascot]

wasn’t tagged this week, but i want to share.

last week i had a family health emergency so… im a biiiiit behind on where i wanted to be for klueless BUT! the dust has settled and im slowly getting back into writing YAY!!!!!!

here’s some kurtcedes!!!!!!!! my babies!!!!!

“You are never this nonchalant about a makeover on the brink of extinction.”

Kurt turns his head to face his foot, avoiding Mercedes’s eye in subtle protest.

After everything that happened with Sebastian, the last thing Kurt can bring himself to care about is Rachel’s feelings. Kurt may still be dedicated to finding her a beau, but…like, this snafu is partially Rachel’s fault anyway. Kurt would have never set her up with Finn if she hadn’t drooled over Blaine the second she saw him.

Kurt tightens his hand around his white canvas sneaker, gaze narrowing on the blades of grass just beyond his toes. “Why do I have to be the one to talk sense into her? Can’t you do it?”

tagging for art/fic/whatever:

@porcelainvino @rockitmans @cryscendo

@warblercore @fallevs @daisyishedwig

@blurglesmurfklaine @burkleswinifred @unholy-fabray @special-bc-ur-part-of-it AND ANYONE ELSE !!!!

[shadow-space-writes]

heads up seven up

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! i’m very nearly done (!!) with The Perils of Wanting, so here are seven lines from that ft Ashenivir being Ashenivir and not understanding his own pining, as per usual

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Up the hall, the red marker was still tied on his and Rizeth’s playroom. Moths in his chest again, agitated, a furious swarm, and that awful, hollow feeling that he was missing something important. I’m not missing anything, I have everything I want, it’s just comedown, I should go back to the room and wait for— “Ra’soltha?” His heart twisted. I want him. I’m already his, but I want him.

[ID - a purple decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites @loopyhoopywrites and @talesfromaurea

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso (ask to be +/-)

[oh-no-another-idea]

Seven snippets seven people XI

Thanks for the tag @autumnalwalker! Here's some Bent Nails or Something for you!

1.

“Don’t you want to explore the place we’re going to be living for the next few months? I know I’m dying to see the garage.”

Sutton couldn’t help it; she laughed. “The garage, Mom, really?”

Mom smiled, wide. “Yes. Don’t you think you can learn a lot about a man from how he keeps his garage?”

“Um, sure,” Sutton said, accepting the toast offered to her. “I think the first thing we should establish is whether he has cameras in it.”

2.

Michael finished his popsicle and tucked the stick in his pocket. “I have work to do.”

“Yeah, no shit.” [Sutton said.]

“I thought we agreed to peacefully coexist for the benefit of the rest of the household,” he said sternly. “I thought you were going to leave me alone.”

3.

She could picture the headlines—did this town have a newspaper? It seemed respectable enough—Newcomer lands herself in juvie after smashing up the city policeman’s only car. Except it wasn’t a police car, thank heavens. It was a pickup truck, like the one Michael drove around, only gray and a little less dusty and old.

4.

Behind him, Jacob and Sutton were lifting the scrap into a large gray trashcan. The floor was covered in sawdust and plaster. The kitchen already looked better than it had before. Not that Michael was going to voice that.

He was going to do the work, make sure Sutton could hold a hammer properly, keep her from getting murdered and stuffed in a tree, and get the hell home to take a hot shower.

Angela and Nick had better be grateful.

5.

Sutton led the way back to the truck, leaping across the driveway and once, stretching up to catch a firefly.

“Aren’t you tired?” Michael finally asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “But mostly, I just feel good.”

6.

“What’s that on your hand?” Angela asked, handing him a water glass and touching his wrist. The phone number Jacob left behind in damning black ink stared back at them.

Well, shit, Michael thought. He said, “Phone number.”

7.

Sutton left her sandals on the floor and after a moment’s thought, her shirt too, leaving her in a sports bra and shorts, waiting.

“Tally ho!” Jacob hollered and took a flying leap off the porch.

@late-to-the-fandom @catchingbigfish @lavender-laney @aziz-reads @rydykg

@eccaiia @space-writes and anyone else who'd like to share <3

[axvwriter]

Somewhat random thought realized from seeing people’s reaction to Ace’s loungewear card.

(Spoilers for how the card art looks if anyone rather try to not be spoiled for that.)

It’s funny to me that it seems like several people feel like he’s nude for not having his make-up on.

I simply failed to realize or fully realize he didn’t have the heart on? I’m not entirely sure as I barely got to take in the art before seeing this take.

It makes complete sense to me that he doesn’t have his classic heart on since it’s not recommended to sleep while still wearing makeup.

Anyway, the somewhat random thought is, would Bobo feel naked to others whenever she isn’t wearing gloves? She practically always wears a pair except for when she eats and sleeps. (Well, properly sleeps, she still wears them during naps.)

Bobo’s sleepwear is likely long pants and sleeves due to how cold she feels in Twisted Wonderland. She’s used to having to deal with people who have different ideals to her kingdom including modesty and what certain genders should wear. Though if anyone felt she looked naked if her hands were bare, I think that would quite baffle her.

Wait imagine someone applying makeup to Bobo where it covers up all her birthmarks. She’d look especially naked then, wouldn’t she?

Oh, does anyone know if foundation can be applied without covering up freckles? I don’t know much about makeup so I worry that giving Bobo a full face of it would basically erase her birthmarks. Which is something I wouldn’t want to happen.

So I’m guessing just some bits of makeup could be applied like eyeshadow, just nothing like foundation?

[asofterepilogue]

every day I wake up and think about "would you fall in love with me again" for 17 hours straight then go back to bed

[space-writes]

heads up seven up

tagged by @zmwrites, thank you! final Perils of Wanting chapter on FRIDAY so here’s some good good lines from the fic so far, ft Classic Rizeth Pining Behaviours (this bit is from Chapter Two)

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He did pick up a few shards of the crystal that proliferated on the cavern ceiling from her—if nothing else, the fact that it continued to glow after it had been harvested made it useful, and he thought perhaps Ashenivir might like it. He realised afterwards that what he’d just done was buy Ashenivir a souvenir, and debated whether throwing himself into the geyser might not be the simplest cure for his idiocy. A long, distracting walk seemed the second-best solution, and one considerably less scalding, so Rizeth went wandering. He spent a good few hours taking in the small town and the svirfneblin ingenuity prevalent throughout. Not a speck of magic in the machines that harnessed the heat of the springs; all of it was pure engineering. Ashenivir would be fascinated, he thought, then winced. So much for a distraction.

[ID - a purple decorative divider]

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @chauceryfairytales @willtheweaver and @ink-flavored

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso @notwritinganyflufftoday (ask to be +/-)

[autumnalwalker]

Heads Up Seven Up Tag

Thank you for the tag, @kahvilahuhut.

Passing the tag to @blind-the-winds, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @a-crows-corner, @meerawrites, @aestatismors, @cljordan-imperium, and an open tag for anyone else who wants it.

From the next Empty Names main chapter (with one extra line since this took me so long to reply to):

“What did you learn?” Ashan asks. 

“Nothing.  Not yet,” she hastily amends at the sight of an elegantly arched eyebrow.  “Data’s all been collected, yeah.  But it’s still processing.”  She gestures to the loading bar that’s appeared on the screen. “Going to be a bit for the computer to translate it all into something human readable.”

“Is that normal for using a computer, or is this supposed tattoo on the back of my neck truly so complex?”

“A little of both?  But mostly it’s because I scanned a whole bunch of extra data while I was at it.  Once it’s done we’ll have a full physical and metaphysical baseline for you that we can use for comparison if you ever get sick, injured, or cursed or something.  Should make the healing process easier, having a save state to restore your body back to.  Could probably even duplicate the enchantments on your robe if it ever gets lost or damaged.”

A flicker of… some emotion… crosses Ashan’s face.  Impressed?  Bemused?  Annoyed?  Offended?  Did she say something wrong?  Is talking about replacing a wizard’s robes some kind of taboo?  Or is she reading too much into it?  Once again Lacuna silently curses herself for being so incompetent at reading people.  It doesn’t help that whatever the expression was came and went so quickly, like a tiny ripple subsumed by a great lake.  Except the Great Lakes are large enough that they probably have all sorts of waves and currents so probably not a good analogy for Ashan’s -

“Do I have something on my face?”

Oh goddess she did it again; zoned out while facing in someone’s direction so it looks like she’s staring.  She spins her chair back around to keep the creeping redness in her face toward the computer monitors and away from Ashan.

“No.  Nothing on your face.  Well, other than makeup, obviously.  And that’s fine.  Perfect even.  I was just thinking hard.  About a thing.”   Did she just call his makeup perfect to his face?  Someone kill her now, please. 

[tabswrites]

Heads Up 7 Up

Tagged by @writingmaidenwarrior here!

Gently tagging: @mysticstarlightduck @charlesjosephwrites @axl-ul @elbritch-kit @elshells @ahungeringknife @boundedsea

Rules: Share 7 lines from a WIP and tag 7 people!

Ascension is moving in a new direction, so here are a few lines from the new prologue:

Sadira reached out and traced the outline of Itis’s face with the tip of a sharp black claw. “We are deathless. As long as that is true, as long as I am breathing, I will love you. It is your light I wish to protect–for man’s selfish nature is catching, and your refusal to see their faults causes pain only I can feel. Their greed and violence will wear you down until you are bone. I would rather spend eternity in darkness than watch the woman I love burn herself out of existence.” Her other hand came up, brandishing a dagger made of glowing red metal. “So burn me instead.”

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Heads Up 7 Up! 💚

tagged by: @unstablewifiaccess Thanks!

tagging: soft tagging @space-writes | @thegreatobsesso | @gh0stlyink | @winterandwords | @lazywrites04 | @asomeoneperson | @jezifster | @kjscottwrites | @thatprolificauthor | @ashen-crest | @witherednightmare and also Open Tag if you want to play!

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Have some The City is Ours, light angst with Asher and his boyfriend Damian. Not sure when this is exactly as we're still on Draft 0, somewhere after book 3 I think in the series, after Damian's little secret is revealed.

The med bay didn’t exactly look like you’d imagine. There were hospital style beds, but they were all adorned with mismatched bed sheets that had silly and colorful prints on them, and everyone had contributed some decorations for the walls. Well, Kylee had contributed the most with her paintings.

There was only one curtain for the whole bay so far, and it was actually a shower curtain with planets and stars and the solar system on it. There was also some furniture like mismatched armchairs and coffee tables in the middle, some of the armchairs next to the hospital beds themselves, also having patterns on the cushions that were brightly colored and silly.

Asher sat down in an armchair by Damian’s bed, this chair having a pink background and flying pigs on it. Where Gabby got all of this fabric and such a vibrant collection, Asher had no idea.

[druidx]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

Thanks for the tag @eli-writes-sometimes <3

Tagging back: @aalinaaaaaa @thewriteflame @wildswrites @aquadestinyswriting @artdecosupernova-writing @autumnalwalker @blind-the-winds @eli-writes-sometimes @hannahcbrown @oh-no-another-idea @rhikasa @swordsoulwrites @winglesswriter @andromeda-grace @writingmaidenwarrior @wispstalk @late-to-the-fandom @athenswrites

Rules: post seven snippets and tag seven people.

Once again, all these are from Alexis Dalliance vs the Evil of Titan, in my unending quest to edit the damn thing.

One

The other elf… Now he was a conundrum. He stood, ramrod straight, directly in front of the Captain's desk. He'd yet to change into any issued armour, and still wore what amounted to peasant rags – a tatty, oversized, undyed shirt and brown woolen trousers darned to an inch of their life, the whole ensemble held together with rope suspenders. Alexis squinted, sniffing suspiciously. Yes, there was also a faint miasma of animal dung from his direction. An elven farmer was a distinctly unusual thing. One to keep an eye on, that was for sure…

Two

On her way to the mess hall Alexis ran into Ithanor and Richard. It was Ithanor who heard her yelling to wait, where Richard would have sleep-walked on. Richard's limbs drooped, reminding her of a weeping willow, but Ithanor was as bright and alert as a holly tree in Autumn. As they made their way to the mess hall, Alexis told them about Captain Hengar. "I don't think he's fit for duty," she said. "But the townsfolk need organising to start work on repairs. I think I can convince him to eat and sleep. Richard, after last night you'll have their respect. You should coordinate the people." "Me!" Richard stopped coming alert as if he'd been slapped. "But… I don't know how. I wouldn't know what to do or what to say or-" "I'll do it," Ithanor said, holding up a hand to slow Richard's panic. "It's fine. They saw the three of us together, so if they respect and trust Richard, it should carry over. We'll get you to do a little speech and then I can take over giving the orders." "Good plan. If you see Yazty, send him my way?" Ithanor nodded. "Right then lads, let's get it done."

Three

Between the three of them, they managed to wrangle Hengar into bed, get the townspeople motivated, and begin work on the town’s reconstruction. Soon the air was filled with the sounds of workmen calling, rubble being shifted and sawing as seasoned timbers were brought out of storage. Once Hengar was deeply asleep, thanks to some concoction from Yaztromo, Alexis took any spare hands from the militia buildings to help with the town's efforts. Of Victor and Bastet there was no sign. But it didn't matter; Alexis knew that now Zagor was dead, they had some loose ends of their own to tie off.

Four

Following the Quartermaster's directions brought Alexis to a long room, filled end-to-end with bunk beds. A human with black hair and lieutenant's stripes held a slate, marking off filled bunks as he directed the recruits to their new sleeping places. Alexis froze in the doorway – there were so many people, so many sounds, so many smells. Talking and laughing, the tang of metal polish and reek of bodies. "Next! You there, don't dawdle." Alexis looked up at the lieutenant, eyes wide. "Not seen anything of the like before, eh?" he asked. Alexis nodded. "You'll get used to it, lass. Sixth on the right, against the wall." He squinted down at her. "Lower bunk." "Yessir," Alexis squeaked, and made her way to the assigned bunk.

Five

A half-elf followed shortly after, arriving as Alexis was trying to figure out which chest was hers. "You're my bunkmate, huh?" he asked. "Yeah. Alexis Dalliance." She held out a hand. He shook. "Holger Brodanic. I think that one is your chest," he added, pointing at the one against the wall. "Ta." "So how come they let a kid in? You lie about your age?" Brodanic asked as he put his own equipment away. "I'm not a child, I'm a full-grown adult." "You're awful short. You got some kinda sickness?" Alexis balled her hands, then released them slowly. "No. I'm an eshen. I'm actually tall for my kind." "Huh." Brodanic perched on the edge of the lower bunk with a lopsided smile. "My mother used to tell me stories about your lot. Mostly that if I didn't stay close to the village, an eshen would turn me into a tree." Alexis gave a puckish smile and wiggled her fingers. "Who's to say I won't?" For a split second Brodanic's face dropped, then he gave a tittering laugh. Alexis winked. "Nah, that's not something we can do." Brodanic stood, chucking her on the shoulder before bouncing up to his own bunk. "We're gonna make great bunkmates, Dalliance."

Six

Alexis smirked as she finished putting away her gear. Her ears twitched, making her stop and listen. Through the general hubbub of the barracks came the sound of angry, raised voices. Ensuring she could remember which bed was hers, she left, following the sounds of conflict back outside. In front of the the awning where the human had been taking in the recruits, an elf and the half-orc officer argued. The human – she’d overheard some of the other militia say he was the Captain of this outfit, a man called Hengar – sat back in the chair watching the kerfuffle. Also joining in on the argument was another human, tall and broad, and another elf. Abruptly the Captain stood up. "Enough." He laid his hands flat on the table. "I won’t have dissent in the ranks before we’ve even gotten anywhere. Vrog, take over. You three come with me." With that he left the half-orc standing there, striding towards the entrance. Alexis tried to back away, not wanting to be in trouble already, but she wasn’t fast enough. "You there," Hengar pointed at her as he approached. "How much of that did you hear?" "Nothing, sir. You stopped as I arrived." Hengar grunted. "Where were you before?" "In the barracks, sir." An eyebrow raised. "Good ears on you, eh? You too then, come along." Alexis gulped, but dutifulled trailed along after the group, as Hengar lead the way to his office.

Seven

The end of the sewer pipe lead into a small alcove filled with long brushes and leather gauntlets and aprons. Quietly, they used these tools to remove the effluent from their legs. "I should scout ahead," Alexis said. "No offense but I’m less likely to make a lot of noise while doing so, and I suspect my senses are more keen than yours." Ithanor glanced at their companions. No one disagreed. "Very well," he said. "We shall await your return. If you run into difficulties, holler, and we will come." Alexis nodded, her mouth set in a grim line. In a moment she was gone.