#WIPpets (WIP snippets)

[phoenixiancrystallist]

425 words of an adorable Frey and Knell interaction for @cruelfeline :)

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"You're quiet," Frey said since the sound of her footsteps and nothing else just about drove her nuts.

"I'm sorry," came Knell's immediate response. "What would you like to talk about?"

Frey shrugged. "Nothing, really. I'm just used to Cuff chatting my ear off."

"Ah."

And that's the end of that conversation. Frey frowned at the overgrown road in front of her. Not even the wind as it rustled through grasses and flowers helped. Bodhi cavorted a ways off, also silent. No playful mews or anything.

Athia had no goddamned right to be so fucking quiet.

"It's simply that you told me we were done talking and I'm trying to respect that," Knell said in a rush after they'd dealt with a pack of lymnocyon. Frey's feet stopped and she raised her left hand to look at the jewelry.

"Just about the plant." And Frey's romantic interests; no way in hell'd she bring that up again just in case Knell pounced on it. A beat of silence preceded a noise of comprehension from Knell.

"Ah. It seems I once again misunderstood your request, Frey. I'll try to do better in the future."

"Nah, it's cool. At least you're polite."

"Oh, well, thank you. I do try"

"Did you do that with Bobbi a lot?" Frey asked as she resumed her trek. "Misunderstandings and all that?"

"Not in particular," Knell said. "But she so rarely made requests of me."

"Not very demanding, huh?"

"Oh, no," Knell chuckled, "no, I simply took responsibility for the predicament I accidentally thrust upon her. I suppose in so doing I assumed a more... matronly role than is appropriate to take with a Tanta."

"Yeah, well, don't put me on some kind of pedestal or anything," Frey said, half grumble.

"I assure you, I'm not. There's simply a matter of propriety—"

"Look." Frey sighed. Not the tone she'd meant to take; too damn snappy. She tried again. "We're gonna be stuck together for awhile. I've got shit to do and I can't let you just fuck off to do who knows what in Athia, you know?"

"Of course, Frey. It's perfectly understandable." Sounded like Knell meant it, too.

"Right, so, I'm not cool with all that pomp and circumstance bullshit. Treat me like Bobbi. I'm just like her except I can move shit with my mind. Okay?"

"This is... highly unorthodox," Knell admitted. "I'm afraid it quite goes against my nature to treat a Tanta so casually. The most I can promise is that I will try, Frey."

"I'll take it."

[tenderhooked]

Legit anything with Jamie pls and thanks 🌹🌹

SORRY TO EVERYONE i am currently on my football kiddos agenda so. that is what y'all are getting. SORRY.

Jamie’s brow furrows, as if he’s thinking through the merits of a post-footie treat that’s not a scone. If his expression is any indication, it’s a grave consideration. “D’you promise?” he asks, at length. He gnaws on his thumb a little, and then tugs it from his mouth, like he doesn’t want to be caught. “Yes,” Roy says. “Pinky fucking promise.” “Even…even if I don’t make all the goals?” Jamie says. His voice is pitched, high and tremulous. “I get a sweet even if I don’t make all the goals?”

jamie............. JAMIE!!!!

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from any wip of your choosing they are all lovely <3

you are getting more of this infernal scene from the jamie study that took me three literal weeks to get through.

“I’d say fuck you.” Jamie spits it out without really thinking, cos he’d never say it to his dads face. The closest he ever got was don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. It didn’t even feel that good, like he thought it were s’posed to. Felt fucking terrifying, really.

Ted doesn’t like swearing that much, Jamie doesn’t think, but he nods thoughtfully again and goes, “Makes sense. Anything else?”

A jolt of panic goes through him. Ted’s lookin’ down like he expects something, eyebrows raised all friendly and open-like, but Jamie can’t help but feel like he’s fucked it, somehow. Maybe by going with fuck you. Ted’s not one for vitriol, no, he'd rather say something sweet and then turn a blind eye. It might work for some people. It’s never worked for Jamie. “Yeah,” he fumbles, his breath hitching funny. His dad made him good at football, right? That’s something worth being grateful for. “I’d say… thank you.”

tyyyyy :)

[adickaboutspoons]

Rules: Post the last line in your current WIP and tag as many people as there are words.

Ed briefly weighed the pros of maybe accidentally getting stabbed again and letting Stede tend to his wounds against the cons of explaining the how and why of the butter knife’s current location embedded in the wall.

I should have been abed an hour ago, so if you want to do it, consider yourself tagged!

[phoenixiancrystallist]

He grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her down into a kiss, messy with the blood staining his lips and dribbling down his chin.

"Never," he hissed, "ever apologize for the greatest gift anyone's ever given me. Now fucking run before they find you."

She huffed, wrinkled her nose in blatant defiance. She would not run. They both knew it. Stubborn, headstrong fool. He loved her for that, too, even as he hated her for it.

Writing Prompt #2960

"I'm sorry for loving you." She admitted. "It got us into this mess, and I don't think it's going to get us out of it."

[allgremlinyaps]

i’m so jeeko insane it’s going to be in the dsm6 i think dilfcember will be the only thing not terrible about Family Holidays Month thank you for your participation 🫡

hi jeeko anon from November... I hope I delivered for dilfcember but also here's some jeeko au wip snippets for you. some wippets, if you will

[arnesia]

tagged by @truth-01001001-liar for WIP WEDNESDAY but it's not wednesday but they posted it and tagged me today so i'm going to as well ✊😤

uhhhhhh i never know who to tag for these things so just pretend i tagged you if you're interested in sharing a wip snippet. a wippet if you will. but like the dog not the drug. dog wippet. dwippet. okay i'm done here's the thing

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Frey sighed through her teeth. "I'm sorry."

"There," Cuff said, "was that so hard?"

"Yeah, it was fucking torture." She hesitated, then continued. "But you're right. I should have listened to you."

Cuff chuckled, but it ended on a pained grunt as Frey scrubbed a little too hard trying to buff out the gouge Gigas had left on him. "Apology accepted. I'm sorry, too."

That surprised her. "For what?"

"That I couldn't protect you at the end there."

Frey had to stop what she was doing so she didn't make the damage he'd taken worse. "Wha— Cuff, you were broken! I almost thought you were dead!"

"You mean you hoped?" Cuff teased despite the pain in his voice.

"No, idiot, I was scared shitless! You're my only friend out here, I—" She cut off. She'd said too much. Let her heart run away with her mouth. The worst part was she couldn't run this time; whatever Cuff decided to do with that, she was stuck with him. Her only solace was he couldn't just throw her away like her foster parents had every time she started to get attached. They were stuck together, but if he wanted to leave like everyone else anyway—

"Frey? Frey, I need you to take a deep breath."

She did. It didn't help, but she took another one just in case that did the trick.

"I'm not going to leave you, Frey," he promised, and at first she was certain she'd heard him wrong. 

Prompt #1030

"Do you really need me to say it?"

"Yes. Please."

[phoenixiancrystallist]

*whispers* I wrote a thing :D Just need to polish it up and I'll post it for Christmas, but I'ma share a bit of it bc I'm super happy about it 💜

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Cinta knew she could never atone for her sins, could never undo the hurt, could never erase the memories of loneliness, anger, and abandonment. What she could do, through a miracle beyond her design, was give her beloved Alfre new memories. Memories filled with love, and care, and togetherness, and laughter.

And song.

"Happy birthday to you." Cinta's voice wavered with her uncertainty. Frey's eyes snapped up to Cinta's again, wide with warring emotions. Cinta smiled.

"Happy birthday to you," she continued with more confidence, watched her Alfre's expression shift from incredulity to dawning horror.

"No."

"Happy birthday, dear Alfre."

"Oh my god, no, stop—"

"Happy birthday," Cinta finished, pulling her daughter into another tight embrace, "to you."

[tenderhooked]

🌹🌹 brings my empty bowl of football kiddos angsty whumpy goodness up to you, please may I have some more?

always ALWAYS!!!

Christ. First it was Lasso and his fucking mustache, now it’s Keeley and her fucking pom-poms. Maybe Roy should put up more decorations around the flat; the walls are bare and white, blank as a fresh canvas, and probably not much fun for a fuck-muppet to stare at all day without end. He’s completely goddamn clueless when it comes to child-rearing, but he’s seen those idiots online who deck their nurseries out in beige and grey. There’s something real fucking sad about a kid growing up in the dark like that. Roy’s not much for the sun, but he’ll fling the windows wide open if it means Jamie doesn’t have to be one of them. And if it also means Jamie will quit babbling on about mustaches and pom-poms and people who’ll ruin him the minute Roy lets them get too close, well. Roy can keep that bit to himself.

royo means so much to me!!!!! sorry royo. everything will be okay (eventually).

[antitheticallyargumentative]

🌹🌹🌹🌹 i can’t remember if i already sent any but love to read whatever you want to share with the class

thank youuuu <3 here’s a bit i wrote recently from the season 4 fic

tw- jamie’s dad, mention/implication of the Amsterdam Thing (not detailed. but there.)

There’s a singular framed photo on the table, in a room that is otherwise bare of personal touches. The glass is dusty, like it’d just been pulled out of a storage box, or something. Jamie can’t help but wonder if his dad might’ve set it there, just this morning. Just for this. Then he can’t help but feel guilty for assuming shit like that. Then he can’t feel much of anything, cos he’s looking at the photograph, really, now, and it’s Jamie and Dad, and Jamie’s fourteen at the Johan Cruijff, and he remembers Dad got someone to take that picture at halftime, when Jamie was smiling cos he thought — Before— Before— He turns away, hands shaking and tingly. He shoves them in his pockets.

you can always send me asks babes , i thrive off the pressure to provide Content

[saltynametag]

Angus Tully Fic WIP Snippet (wippet lol)

I'm fuckin' doin' it because the world needs me

[innytoes]

WIPpet (wip snippet)

Tagged by @floating-in-the-blue. Just for you, some 'it's Willie's birthday' from the Foster Care AU, featuring 'Alex spent like 40 hours on Etsy to find that gift'.

There were art supplies from Carlos and Reggie. Tacky fake holographic tattoos from Flynn. A pair of sneakers customised with Julie’s doodles, all skateboards and pencils and raccoons and UFOs. Luke and Bobby had gotten them an assortment of potato chips in ridiculous flavours from ‘all the shady little bodegas we could find’.

Alex got them a ridiculous little locket shaped like a hotdog, with a picture of the two of them inside. They giggled so hard they nearly fell off their seat, pressing a kiss to Alex’ cheek. And then of course they swept their hair up so he could put it on them, and got to watch Alex go all flustered while Bobby muttered something about Alex ‘freaking out over the sight of Willie’s neck like you’re a Victorian spotting an ankle’ behind them.

(no pressure) tagging @bananakarenina, @jmrothwell, and @wr0temyway0ut

[celesomnis]

a snippet ・ a wip ・ a wippet, if you will

[phoenixiancrystallist]

This is your fault, Nonny:

"There we go," Frey said, tugging the woolen knit sleeve up to her elbow. "Nice and cozy."

"I need you to know that this is abjectly humiliating," Cuff bitched, his voice clear and crisp despite the muffler covering him. Just more proof that his voice was in her head and didn't actually come out of the bracelet. Frey tugged at the end near her wrist to make sure every bit of him was covered.

"Look, it's either this or you keep giving me frostbite, and I like my skin." Knit gloves and a thick scarf completed the ensemble. Judicious kept her torso warm enough, but the extremities needed some help. Auden may not be the best cook, but she could spin and weave and knit with the best of them. The only problem was there was no way Frey could wear her kicks with the woolen socks that kept her toes safe from the cold. Sturdy leather boots that covered her up to the calves gave her plenty of grip in the snow and ice, and saved her from melting snow soaking her socks. The sacrifices she made for Athia... "Besides, you kept bitching about the cold. This'll keep you warm, too, you know."

"As would not being here in the first place. Never thought I'd see the day that I missed Praenost, of all places. Ugh."

"Yeah, yeah."

Frey stepped out of the refuge right into a gust of snow-laden wind, and shivered despite the layers. Still, it wasn't as bad as it had been the first time she walked face-first into Avoalet's winter. Definitely survivable with the wool and cloak, especially when she started her head-long magic-enhanced sprint across the landscape. Magic and exercise chased off the last of the chill, and Frey discovered a fun new use for Glide: snowboarding. Worked great on any kind of water, as it turned out.

Her excited whoops echoed back from the mountains around Avoalet, and even Cuff forgot his grump long enough to get caught up in the thrill of it. She practically heard the cartoonish bowling pin sound effect when she plowed through a pack of Breakzombies; three went flying through the air to land in heaps before she figured out how to brake. After that it didn't take long to figure out how to turn in the snow, and the fact she could literally Glide circles around the Broken turned wiping them off the face of Athia into a game.

"Woo! How was that, Cuff?" Frey asked when the last zombie burst into dust.

"Exhilarating," Cuff admitted, bright and energized and raring for more.

"And? How're you feeling?" She felt his enthusiasm pop like a bubble and did her best not to laugh at him. "Still nice and toasty?"

"...I'm going to haunt your nightmares for reminding me. But... yes." He'd have said that through his teeth if he had any. "Quite cozy. Thank you."

That was the most "fuck you" thanks she'd ever gotten, but she'll take it.

In the universe where we got the snow biome, Frey makes Cuff wear a little wool "sleeve" over and under himself so he'll stop freezing her so much. And maybe also make him slightly more comfortable in the meantime. You know. So he stops complaining so much ;)

I need you to know that this image has killed me, and I am now posting from beyond the grave.

[onlygenxhere]

WIPpet (wip snippet) thanks for the tag @floating-in-the-blue

Been pushing hard in Julie and Luke’s book of Dares. It’s been a struggle getting the ‘right’ words out of my head. I probably really need a break but I also need to finish. (that’s how I work so there’s no real reason to fight it) Planning to take a mini break to work on the fanfest gift for the next couple of days. Course now I’m messing with this again.  

I’ve got a piece of a wip I was working on back in October that was inspired by several other’s fics but I need to make this more mine than piggy backing off of theirs before I do more with it.

It’s currently called Fire in my Veins and Blood on Your Lips. It’ll probably be rated M when it’s done.

Basic premise: Luke is a hunter, Julie is a vampire. In this story they’ve had a tentative friendship for a few months now when Julie gets injured helping Luke out of a dangerous situation.

(Snippet under cut)

“Julie…” he gently pulled her hand and the jacket away from the side she was clutching to see the gaping hole in her abdomen. He’d seen worse but it made his stomach roll at the sight of her exposed tendons and muscle.

He had to help her.

He owed her, more than for just tonight.

“What can I do Jules?” he said pressing the towel to her side.

He’d never used the nickname before and somehow it didn’t feel odd to use it now.

She bit her lip and shook her head not looking at him. “I’ll heal.”

“Before you bleed out?” He pressed on the wound with the towel trying to stop the bleeding. He could feel it getting wet and heavy in his hands. Even if the wound wouldn’t kill her he’d read that vampires could go into a sort of shock or cause damage to their brains like a stroke if they lost too much blood.

“I don’t…” She gasped as he applied more pressure and tried to look at him but couldn’t hold his eyes. “I can’t ask…” She shook her head back and forth more times than was necessary.

He sighed already knowing what he had to do if he wanted her to be ok, what she had to do.

He’d thought vampires were just walking corpses with a little more personality than zombies since before he even became a hunter. But after knowing Julie for the last few months he knew she was just as much of a person as he was and deserved to keep the life she had. This much blood loss might change her in irrevocable ways and he was pretty sure she knew it too.  

She needed blood and it’s not like he had a pint of the stuff in his fridge. The only way to help her was to let her bite him.

Julie was running out of time.

tagging @thephantomchronicles and @sovvannight cause I'm nosy what you two have cooking.