#chapter 1 teaser

[syzygy-podfic-project]

Here is a little sample of a scene from chapter 1 of the Syzygy Podfic Project! I am fully into editing more now, and wanted to share this scene as it's one of my favorites from the chapter!

CW: descriptions of gore near the end, temporary character death, screaming

[uniquethingtastemaker]

I hold the firm belief that if someone slapped Vil and yelled at him a little bit before he overblotted, he wouldn’t have gone haywire.

I think if they had switched how people reacted with Riddle and Vil, we would’ve saved two overblots. Riddle just wanted some comfort and recognition that he was going through a hard time and needed a hug. Vil wanted someone to keep him accountable.

Rook and Kalim gave Vil empathy and reassured him that he hadn’t made a fatal mistake, which would’ve helped Riddle calm down and think rationally. Ace decked Riddle to make him own up to his crimes and behavior, which Vil would’ve benefited from.

That’s what I’m doing in my first Vil fanfic. I’m having MC smack Vil into not overblotting. I’m having a bit too much fun.

Idk how we would’ve ever defused the Riddle situation… probably by pulling him aside and giving him a hug or something… Aww, wait, that might work and be cute. Awwww, I can see that. Tell me if you think so too and I might write it later.

Let your thoughts in the comments lol. Let me know if your excited. I like people’s comments. It’s fun

[sorryimananti-romantic]

The Leaders | chapter 6 teaser

“Oh, dear,” Seonghwa pulled you closer, prompting you to settle on your knees instead of keeping them upright as a barrier between you two. “Tell me you said something he deserved to hear.”

“I did,” you sniffed. “I told him not to come after me or mine ever again unless he wants to start a war he can never win.”

A smirk creeped up the underboss’ lips, sending a stirring of nerves to your stomach. “Me or mine, huh?”

“I had to say something–”

“You did well,” Seonghwa said, cupping your face and wiping your eyes, nodding in acknowledgement. “You did so well, love. And I’m glad you stayed strong. You don’t ever have to break in front of your father anymore. You can break in front of me, in front of any of us but– never him.”

You looked at Seonghwa, truly looked at him. His eyes glinted with a million unsaid things, but even in the dim light of the lamp, you could tell that they held admiration and something like pride. Something you always wished to see in someone’s eyes when they looked at you.

“Why do you cry, love?” He asked, wiping the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even realise that you were crying silently now.

“I don’t know,” you told him. “Seonghwa– can I really break in front of you?”

Something unreadable flickered across Seonghwa’s face. “You can. With me, or Hongjoong, or any of us, you can be yourself. We’re here– I’m here for you. You never have to feel alone again.”

You tightened your lips, stifling a sob. Seonghwa only smiled, scooting closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. You let out a shaky breath and then went still as he kissed your cheek. 

“Won’t you look at me?”

The deep timbre of his voice sounded inside your skull. You kept your eyes shut and he wiped the remnants of the tears away from your lashes before kissing both your eyelids, his soft lips like feathers of an angel's wing shielding you from everything that hurt you. Your hands tangled in his shirt as he continued to pepper light kisses all over your face, the sound of his breath making your heart flutter uncontrollably. However, he stopped right when he kissed near your mouth, his hands almost shaking as he cradled your jaw and pulled back to gauge your reaction.

“Look at me.”

“I’m scared,” you opened your eyes and your gaze stuck on his plump lips. “I don’t understand why you all want me. I don’t understand why we’re here, like this.”

He only smiled in answer. “Is it too much?”

“That’s the thing,” you scoffed in disbelief. “I don’t think it is.”

[missriggie]

DreadRook Week 2025

Day 1: Fade Conversations

//"You are ever in my thoughts"

@thelighthouse-server

We're kicking things off with a snippet from the next chapter of my fanfiction on Ao3!

Set two years after the events of Veilguard, Syvillia 'Rook' Laidir embarks on an adventure with the Lords of Fortune to return a runaway slave home to Ferelden while evading the wrath of elven cultists, lyrium-addled Carta assassins, and her old Tevinter master.

Registered users can read this story on Ao3 here: [LINK]

In this chapter, Rook and Solas reunite through one of her dreams. Deep into the Fade, she reaches the very edge of the prison that holds him, and both are wary of each other for their own reasons.

EXCERPT (1/2) of CHAPTER 17: A DEBT TO PAY

The Dread Wolf himself stood before her, slumped against the thick glass-like barrier between them, beaten like a soldier fresh from battle. Were it not for his chest shaking out a laboured breath, she would have sworn it was just another painting on the wall, framed by the blue roses blooming about the room.

   “Rook?”

   Solas flinched at the sight of her; a look of guilt and sorrow morphed into shock from behind his bloodied and bruised face. His armour the scuffed and torn remnants of an ancient time no different to its state when he limped away into a rift after they had defeated Elgar’nan. Upon the realisation that she wasn’t a danger to him, he strained to stand upright, pulling his hands behind his back. It would have worked when he was far enough away to play the part of the wise old god in Rook’s head. This close to him now, the crystalline wall only provided a lens to the truth; how much he pretended.

   Rook’s eyes glanced at every detail, the dents in his armour, the abundance of unhealed bruises, the pride in his raised chin.

   “You look like shit.”

   He frowned, turning away and stretching his neck at some ache, grimacing at the distorted sound of a click among muscle and bone, swallowing hard at the released yet still painful tension.

   “With a greeting like that, I can be certain that it is the real you.”

   Rook put her hands on her hips, tilting her head, still studying his features, waiting for him to elaborate on why he had to determine whether or not she was real. An impatient stillness built between them as she studied him, refusing to back down against his stoic and battered form. Her eyes traced the trail of blood from his brow down to his cheek. In all the time that had past, and he never once thought to clean himself up, but then again, she knew how time dilates in the Fade. Perhaps he had only been here for a few hours from his perspective, or perhaps something else made it impossible for him to take a moment, gather himself, recover. A flicker of concern made her fingers twitch with how frigid and stiff he was, but she played it off, tapping a rhythm on her hip as she paced back and forth in front of him.

   “I’m not really here. This is a dream.”

   She detected a twitch of a smirk, or perhaps it was another tell of the kind of pain he was still in. It caught her off guard to see it ease out into a playful, almost relieved smile, the musicality of his chuckle echoing against the glass.

   “Yes, I suppose there would be no other way for us to communicate otherwise,” he said, “though, I must commend you on your lucidity.”

   She folded her arms. “That a compliment? Or doubt?”

   “An observation. I’ve encountered many dreamers in my time, but I suppose I was mistaken in assuming you were not inclined to pursue such a discipline.”

   She rolled her eyes. “Got plenty of practice keeping an eye on you, didn’t I?”

   “I suppose you did,” he said, “with the help of blood magic.”

   Rook cast her eyes aside with that snide comment. She pursed her lips as she continued her turn about the room. He watched her with an equally reserved silence, his smile disappearing under her scrutiny, or did he catch her little tick? She was so certain she managed to hide it.

   “Are you planning to taunt me all night?” he asked.

   She shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re still trapped here, and I have free reign about the waking world, just like old times. Sorry if I’m a bit nostalgic.”

   Solas’s brows dropped into a frown. “Nostalgic, you say? And how much time has passed to warrant that emotion?”

   "So I was right! You are trapped!” she teased.

"I am not 'trapped,' I am here by choice."

"Yeah, and now you're trapped with the consequences. That ever come up in your little Fade-mandated regret therapy sessions?"

   “I am here because it is necessary! I must—”

   As soon as his anger rose, he recoiled, his shoulders hitched up, suddenly turning his head to listen out for something further beyond the barrier. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice.

   “I must serve my sentence here, repay my debt.”

   It was Rook’s turn to frown as she moved in closer, that flicker of sympathy slipping into her fingers, wanting to reach out to him comfort him. She shook it away.

   “What’s got you so worked up?”

   “Answer my question first,” he urged.

   Rook leaned back, her concern not going away the more she stared at his dishevelled form. She couldn’t help but noticed how each breath he took was uneasy, the desperation in his violet eyes, “Two years.”

   His shoulders dropped at her answer. She was uncertain if it was in relief or disappointment, but it was clear that he was exhausted.

   “Okay, now you answer my question. What’s going on in there that’s got you so jittery?”

   He glanced back up at her, then turned away.

   “That is my concern.”

   “It’s my concern too,” she said, “We’re supposed to work together on either side to keep the Veil intact. If this prison is getting in the way of that, battering you down this hard, it’s only a matter of time before we need to look for a new host, and I’m not too keen on taking your place again.”

   “We made no such deal.”

   “Okay… so we left it a little vague, but we were both in agreement. You do what you can on your end, and I do what I can on mine.”

   “And have you?”

   She froze a moment, then puffed out her cheeks and combed her fingers through her hair. “Well…uh… you see…”

   Solas released his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

   “Oi! Don’t give me that!” she snapped, pointing a finger at him, “If you’re going to dance around me with what's you've been up to, then you’re going to have to trust me with what I’m doing…”

"You are hardly giving me the confidence in the significance of your current path."

She frowned, her spirit pivoting defensively.

"There's an artefact," she admitted, "don't know exactly what it is, but it's dangerous. The kid who has it knows how to destroy it, so I promised to take him home."

"That tells me nothing."

"That tells you everything you need to know."

"Does he have a name?

She shook her head. "Won't tell me, and he doesn't need to."

He was frowning so deep there were visible wrinkles in his forehead. "You mean to tell me you are playing escort to a nameless child? And you had the audacity to scold me for wasting my energy?"

"You're one to talk! Here you are playing the martyr in your little cage. The blight is still poisoning the world in some places, Thedas is trying to rebuild, and there a new factions of fuck ups like us are coming forward every day, harping on about creating a better world when all they want is to steal a part of it for themselves, grab all the power and last long enough to use it. They don't care if they have to crush more lives to get there. If I can save just one more life I..."

   She trailed off, her runaway cabin boy entering her thoughts. The mural on the next wall emitted an energy in response, centred at the white wolf pup running through the forest. She felt the same freedom watching the kid on her ship earlier that night, arms outstretched, soaking in the full set of stars above the rolling waves; that blissful, beautiful freedom.

Her fists clenched as her heart emboldened to the promise she made to get him home, give him the chance she never had.

   “I just need to do it.”

   He softened as he assessed her sudden resolve. There was a flash of recognition, some epiphany that came to him. He cleared his throat and straightening his posture once again as he made up his mind.

   "Isn't that the way?" he mused, "One more life, one more vow to uphold, and then we are free to move on. It seems we both have a debt to pay." 

   Rook scoffed. "What is it with you and debts today? Do I get a cut?"

Hope you enjoyed it so far! Stay tuned for the Day 2 prompt, where I'll release the second snippet in this chapter, where they delve into her memories!

[thebiggestfuckgiven]

How I DIDN'T Become a Villain

A Masterlist

This is a (mostly) comprehensive list of all the posts I've made about my dpxdc fic. I'll add any new story info i share on my blog here. Feel free to subscribe to this post if you want to check for updates :>

World Dumps:

Lore i - Infinite Realms

Lore ii - Infinite Realms

Who is Pariah Dark

Lore iii - the GIW (coming soon)

How To, a Summoning Guide (coming soon)

Story Hints/Process:

How it Started

Lore begun

the Title

the Diner

AU Curses 1, 2

little announcement after Months of Silence

Danny Curses

What's this damn Fic even about?

Pariah Dark has lore (woah)

Official Updates:

#1 Chapter length and briefest summary

#2 Chapter lengths adjusted and upload announcement

Chap 1, The Yawning Grave uploaded! (08/11/2024)

Chap 2, I’m Still Here uploaded! (08/25/2024)

Upload Announcement, Important

Chap 3, The Suburbs uploaded! (09/15/2024)

IMPORTANT - Holiday Hiatus

Extension...

Currently editing!

HIDBV Teasers:

Chap. 1, The Yawning Grave

Chap. 2, I'm Still Here

Chap. 4, In the Room Where You Sleep

Chap. 5, Pa Pa Power

Chap. 6, Sickly Suite Part Three: Gone

Chap. 8, Young and Tragic

[hunterinkoseh]

Hi everyone! Here's my favorite scene, re-imagined, from the first chapter of parody webcomic 'I Want to Be a Monster Hunter!'. So, Inko only became a Monster Hunter because she found this mushroom quest flyer on the ground. 😝 Stick around if you're excited to see these characters return! Please share with friends who also like Monster Hunter! Thanks for the support!

[puhpandas]

I want the fnaf dbd chapter to be good so bad

[take-my-soul-if]

I wrote around 834 yesterday, and i totally could've written more, but i have exams like next week, so have to split my time ☹️

anyway, if i don't expand on anything, the word count should be around 1.5 but ik me and if I see an opportunity to add choices I'm bound to do it, so expecting at the lowest 2.5-3 for the prologue.

[lemonandtheart]

Huh I wonder what's down there...

[astramachina]

could a sane person do THIS?

maybe idk anyway

His father is a household name and his mother is a business tycoon. His brother is serving in the war and his sister is too young to take over the family business. He's just an aspiring animator trying to make a name for himself, but blood is thicker than the ink in his well.

Following the death of his father, Henry must take up the mantle of manager of Fredbear's Singing Show, a responsibility he does not need that comes tied to an inheritance he does not want: the old Jack-In-The-Box his father liked to call "his sacred muse".

The best Henry can do is find a happy middle, and the answer to his unspoken prayers might come in the form of an Englishman with a secret much more scandalous than his own.

You can read The House of the Setting Sun (aka The Fall Fest Fic) on AO3.

[speedygladiatorwitch]

Serendipity

(Chapter 1)

Teaser Text:

“Now, now, no need to be so violent. I swear I won’t tell anyone that I found the most breathtaking omega in all of Cloud Recesses.”

Lan Wangji’s grip on his sword tightened. His ears were unmistakably red now, but he did not lower his weapon.

“You know, I think you’re the first omega to ever pull a sword on me instead of batting their lashes.”

Yeah. Wei Wuxian might have flirted with death. Literally.

Read Chapter 1 on AO3 →Serendipity (280111 words) by Wangxian Fandom: Mo dao zu shi / Grandmaster of demonic cultivation, 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Explicit

[t1meslayer]

Every adventure has to start somewhere.

For Arven, that start is a little slower than most:

Hope you're ready for the official reveal of my big Pokemon ScarVi fic! Because it's coming!!

This week!!!

stay tuned

[mischievousspooks]

His face hit the cold concrete, skidding a few feet as he got thrown across the subway station. Flipping over quickly, trying to get back on his feet, he saw the massive figure looming over him. Eyes glowing red, fist pulled back to strike... 

Mikey woke with a start as Raph shook him. "Hey big man, you okay?" 

His breath was coming heavily, and he could feel the bruising around his chest throb. "Nyurrrhhhg…" 

Reaching out, but afraid to do anything that might make it worse, Raph asked, "Want me to go get Casey? What hurts?" 

"No, don't… I'm fine. Just another nightmare." The pain in his side was actually helping. He was awake now, at home, and his brothers were fine, or at least close enough. He reached out to grab Raph's hand and pulled him in for a hug as the panting turned to sobbing. "I just can't get them to stop. I've done everything Barry has suggested, I've been doing the mediations like Dad said, I've even tried Donnie's sleep playlist, but they just won't stop." 

Raph didn't have words for this, so he just hugged his little brother as tight as he dared. "Want me to stay with you tonight?" Mikey just nodded, tears running down his face. 

[gebo4482]

Watchmen Chapters 1 & 2 | 4K Teaser Trailer | Warner Bros. Entertainment

[hislittleraincloud]

A short excerpt from Chapter 7, Part One

(Age gap, Wednesday x Sheriff, Enid POV)

It scared Enid to death to think that she would never be what she always wanted for herself—to be like Daddy, and make him proud at least—that she couldn't relate to what Wednesday had told her about her parents, and her not wanting to be like them. And Wednesday…she finally admitted to what Enid had suspected from the Saturday of the Rave'N: that she was fucking the town's sheriff. A lot, from the smell of it. Which was yet another thing, on top of the situation involving Tyler, that Enid couldn't relate to. Fucking someone the same age, maybe even older (How old is Sheriff Galpin?) than her father? That's weird. And definitely illegal. Wait, is it? Ugh, like it even matters. Criminality seemed fitting for her weird as shit roommate, but it was still a big question mark over the young werewolf's head, and a decent diversion from the confusing terror of earlier events.

...Enid flipped her phone over and watched a couple more of the last girl's short videos. While Sheriff Galpin was nowhere near as obese or as unhealthy looking as the wealthy, pink, white-haired guy whose wife could've  been his granddaughter, she still found it hard to imagine sleeping with either. What if they're doing it and he suddenly dies? Seriously! What if Wednesday kills the sheriff that way??? How the Hell would she explain that? Would she get charged with like…manslaughter or something? OMG WHAT IF THAT'S HER PLAN FOR GETTING REVENGE ON HIM FOR HUMILIATING HER FATHER?! ...Should I warn Sheriff Galpin??? She shook off the alarming thoughts and watched the young blonde on her screen prance about her Weeble-shaped husband before swiping to the next video, the clarifying images of Wednesday and Sheriff Galpin 'doing the deed' starting to make her feel uneasy.

[jessicanjpa]

Hi! I hope I won't pressure or annoy you - if so, I'm so sorry! - but I was just wondering, how is the 1917 stuff going? Is human Edward difficult to write? Did he have a crush? How were his piano lessons? What kind of people are Elizabeth and Ed Senior? I only found your account on ff.net when other Tale of Years instalments were already finished. So I'm not sure how you posting schedule/routine works. I must say tho that I absolutely LOVE your work and am so excited about the 1917 chapters! The prologue to the 1917 fic came out when I was really struggling with health and university and all that, and your words really lift me up. Thank you for that, really. <3

Oh, this made my day! I'm glad little Edward and Brigadier General Elizabeth Masen were able to help you through a tough time. ❤️ I hope things are looking up for you now.

My goal for 1918 has always been to begin posting the main chapters (however few I have ready) before 2024 is out, and I'm still hoping to meet that goal. I generally have several Tale of Years WIPs going at once, including 1918; I've been working on it here and there in several different spots in the timeline. I haven't had a posting schedule in years—way too much stress. I write for fun when I have the time :) So no promises, but still aiming for late 2024 for the first couple of chapters, at the very least.

I don't have specific answers to your questions yet, but human Edward's narrative will be touching on all those topics! He's definitely a challenge. His transformation is like a brick wall I have to peer through to see what he might have been like in the early months of 1918 before it all came crashing down. So much of his canon identity as we know it is tied up in his being a vampire, so it's not easy. But I think we will all enjoy the ride!