#monday snippet i guess

[dreamyelectronicmusic]

i just reread one word from you and it’s so fucking good i cried so much. thank you for blessing the word with that🙏

Thank you so much anon, you have no idea what this message means to me. I literally cried because of that fic today as well 😭 I don't know why I suck so much at finishing fics but I will finish this one if it kills me (it might).

Here's a snippet from the next chapter just for you, though whether it will make it to the final draft and when it will be out is anyone's guess.

Simon’s thoughts were probably headed in a similar direction, because after a moment of aimless stroking through an uneven patch of hair on Wille’s breastbone, he murmured, “How long can you stay?” Wille could barely contain the thrill that went through him at the words. Simon wanted him to stay. Even if he decided he preferred not to see him again after today, he wanted him to stay for now, and that was enough. “As long as you let me.” There was a meeting later this afternoon that he really should be at, given that it was about him, but if Simon still wanted him here by then, he would figure something out. He may never get another chance to spend time with Simon; he wouldn’t let this one slip through his fingers. Simon let out a little hum that was almost a laugh. His breath tickled the skin on Wille’s chest. “I’m serious.” “Me too,” Wille said, allowing his arm to curl around Simon’s shoulders a little tighter. “I’m not giving up a single second you’re willing to give me.” Simon lifted his head to look at him, emotions flickering across his face, and Wille thought with a pang that maybe he shouldn’t have said that. It was too much, too earnest. He didn’t want to make it hard for Simon to reject him, if that was what he wanted to do.

[amethystpath-writes]

Bread and Eggs

(NOT A PR0MPT)

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It started with the ringing of Villain’s phone. He wasn’t surprised to see Hero’s name pop up. He admired the too-small circle with her picture on it. It was impossible to tell by looking at the emblem, but Villain knew it was a picture from their first date.

To think it had been five years ago...

Villain’s picture on Hero’s phone had been a more recent photo, one from their engagement. An image of him kneeling with the classic black velvety case. It was warm the day of their engagement- Villain didn’t dare propose on a cold day; it would have led to an obvious refusal.

He used to joke that warmth was the only reason Hero even liked him. “You scorn me constantly,” Villain would tease. “You only like me because of the heat I so generously produce.”

“As if you have any control over it! You can’t help that you’re so warm, but it is definitely a plus,” she would ultimately agree.

Now, they were married- and, oh, hadn’t it been a dream? Looking for homes, buying a home, getting groceries, coming home to one another, holding each other at the end of the day. It was all Villain wanted in life, and for so long, it seemed impossible. Yet, here they were; her joyful face was beaming at his under the name ‘Love of my life’.

Answering the phone, Villain jokingly began, “Yes, honey, I remembered to get the bread and eggs.”

The voice that answered wasn’t Hero’s.

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[hedwig221b]

WIP Monday

Tagged by @dear-massacre and also @patolemus like ages ago. Welp, guess it's time for the last snippet before I post the final thing heh @hotgirlstiles

Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it.

Deep into the charcoal night, with the moon drowning in wispy clouds, Derek paced around his house. His head snapped and froze at every sound. His fangs dug into his lower lip, and his eyes blazed with the blood that he yearned to taste.

It was a mistake to allow Stiles to stay the night. The wolf should never be apart from his mate. It was unnatural, wrong. He couldn’t fathom how Peter did it, but then again, Peter had been mated for a long time. His bite on Olivia kept him sane just as well as her bite on his neck. They had a kid. They felt the constant presence of a bond.

Derek had nothing.

Fucking nothing.

His whine mixed with a snarl. Derek stormed into Stiles’ bedroom, opened his wardrobe, and grabbed a fistful of his clothes. His claws caught on some of them as he pressed the fabric to his face and inhaled.

It was an echo of what he wanted. Not nearly enough.

With a furious snap of his teeth, Derek shoved the clothes back and marched out of the room, scraping his claws against the walls.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled.

It was…

It was almost as if…

His anchor shifted.

Derek snarled. He closed his eyes and sank to the floor with his fingers gripping his hair. The white blobs danced in front of his eyes as he shut them.

Stiles, Stiles, Stiles.

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Tagging gently @patolemus @endwersed @renmackree @salty-fryingpan

[setmeatopthepyre]

several sentence sunmonday / mystery monday

tagged by the effervescent @rcmclachlan, thank you friend! here's a little snippet of pothos | pathos

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6

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Eddie swallows. “I can’t be away from my kid, Tommy.” He rubs a hand over his face. “Even if I don’t-- I don’t even know if he wants me there." It's a hard thing to say out loud. "And it means leaving everyone, my friends, my life here, behind. It’s… I just, it’s not my life if he’s not in it.” He glances over at his friend, sitting on a chair across from him, leaning in with a concerned look. “Sorry, it’s not like you, or Buck, or the 118 don’t mean anything to me, but…”

Tommy hums. “Storge.”

Eddie frowns, glances up. “What?”

Tommy gives a half-shrug as he straightens. “The ancient Greeks had different words for different types of love. There’s philia, the love between friends, but what you’re describing is storge, the natural love a parent feels for their child. It's something different. You can’t compare them.”

“Huh. Did you get that from Buck? That sounds like a Buck fact.”

Tommy huffs a laugh, tilts his head. “Probably.”

“Alright, smart guy. Educate me,” he says, grateful for the distraction. “Are there any other kinds?”

“Sure,” Tommy says, looking up in thought for a second or two. “Eros, of course--" Eddie drily echoes his of course, Tommy ignores him, "--That's the intimate kind, desire. The love for the beauty within a person." Then, as an afterthought, "Also the name of a god.”

“A god of love, huh?”

“One of them.”

“Sounds nice.”

“If it's requited, sure.” Tommy says, and Eddie glances over at him. He's staring down at the bottle between his palms.

“Any other kinds?” Eddie prompts, hoping to nudge him out of his mind a little.

“A few. Philautia, self-love.”

“Like…?” Eddie makes a jerk-off gesture, trying to keep a straight face, which pays off when Tommy laughs.

“Sure," he says. "I guess that would count.”

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[yoonia]

🖋️ one your stories that sticks to me the most was the (im)perfect ending. I really wish to see how you visualize their lives after. will Joon ever find out about the baby? will they reunite again? what happens when they do🤭? will Joon finally get his head out of his a** and end his marriage and be true to his feelings 🧐 or will OC has her own happy ending with someone else🤔?

💌 I think other people have said this before, but you are an admirable person that I've ever met online. You've worked hard on your stories and have always given us a lot. even now, you choose to spread positivity and share gifts for others to celebrate your birthday and I think that's the sweetest thing anyone could ever do. happy belated birthday, Dia. You deserve so much happiness and a lot more. I hope your coffee is always hot and your pillow always warm. wishing you and all your precious kitties an abundance of health and joy 💝💝

omg I've been getting the same questions sent to me for this couple, so I guess this might be a good chance to provide some answers for those who have been waiting for it lol

I know that the last letter mentioned in the fic didn't specify how much OC shared about her baby, so I guess this is where we get to see what other things she sent with the letter for Namjoon. I hope you enjoy the snippet and the visualisation below!!

— title: Our Imperfections| pairings: Namjoon x female reader| genre: second chances!au, infidelity!au, post divorce/break-up!au, angst | word count: 1,410 words — summary | Namjoon is on a mission to fix the mess he created. — ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; talk about divorce and custody, post break-up, mentions of infidelity

— original: The (Im)perfect Ending by @yoonia — fic drop date: Oct 30th, 2024 — song companion: loved

“Don’t forget that you need to pick up Sunny early Saturday morning for her class camping trip.” 

Hearing her voice on the phone, clipped with orders, used to make Namjoon wince. Now he is used to it. Always so business-like, even when talking about their only child. 

“Did you get that?” 

Her voice returns when he doesn’t answer. He holds back from rolling his eyes and calmly answers. “Yeah, I got that. Saturday morning. Early.” 

His reaction isn’t the only thing he is holding back. Asking why six-year-olds would go on a camping trip might only end up with him getting a long lecture through the phone. He doesn’t have that much time to endure that. And having his ear burning from it is really the last thing he needs right now. 

“Right. I’ll text you the details.” A sigh, then, “Sunny also wants you to be the one to drive her to school Monday. So I’m packing up extra clothes for her to stay with you another night. Is that good?” 

Namjoon closes his eyes. As much as he loves having extra time with his daughter, having the child’s mother schedule their time for him without consulting him first rubs him the wrong way. If he doesn’t know any better, he would have thought that she keeps doing this as a payback. Causing trouble and brushing his ego for choosing to step out of their marriage—the marriage that she had worked so hard to paint as perfect for the world to see. 

But Namjoon knows better. 

He knows that she has always been this way. 

Even when they were still together, she always had to be the one running the show, while Namjoon would have to follow. She was the one holding the pen, writing the story for them through her rose-coloured glasses, while forcing him into a role that he never felt like he could fit into. 

At one point, it caused him to lose himself. 

Only that he realised it too late. Far too late, because it hadn’t just started when they got married, but long before—when they grew up together and being fed their parents’ beliefs that they would end up together once they turned adults; when they became teenagers and she insisted that it would only be right if they started dating to make their parents’ dreams come true; and when she started planning their wedding day just when Namjoon was starting to find a chance to write his own story, to walk a different path, with a completely different person. 

It wasn’t until he was able to find his old self and feel like himself again through the mistakes he made when he finally found the courage to leave that life. Yet, once again, he was too late. 

Far too late. 

“Namjoon? Do you—” 

Her voice breaks him out of his wandering thoughts, only for her words to get drowned by the sound of the announcement blaring through the speakers above his head. 

“Attention, passengers on Flight 345 with service to Sydney. We are now beginning our boarding process at Gate 12B. Please…” 

The voice fades as passengers rush in front of him to find the departure gate, and Namjoon waits until the announcement stops before taking his palm off his phone. 

“Where are you? Are you on another business trip?” 

Namjoon almost laughs. He finds it hard to believe that after spending an entire fifteen minutes on call with him, she never thought about asking him where he was or what he was up to. 

Business as usual. Even when it’s about our new arrangement. 

“Australia. I just landed. That’s why I couldn’t take your call until now.” 

“Oh…” 

“You do realise the longer you’re on this call, the more expensive it will be, don’t you?” 

Silence, then her bitter voice is heard. “How was I supposed to know where you were?” 

You could have asked. 

Sighing, Namjoon shakes his head. “Look, just text or email me all the details about Sunny’s trip. I’ll be back in Seoul Friday afternoon. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Her voice softens. “Take care, Namjoon.” 

The call ends, and Namjoon breathes a heavy sigh. Feeling exhaustion after speaking to her is one thing, but once it wanes, guilt always seems to take root. It doesn’t matter if he had fallen out of love a long time ago. He cannot deny that he has made too many mistakes that he is still trying hard to make up for. His decision to stay in the marriage for Sunny, using her as an excuse to hang on to the final threads that were offered to him instead of stepping away from that fallen marriage, was his last, yet probably most detrimental for his own mental health and any chance he ever had to make things right for everyone. 

Including you. 

Hoisting his duffle bag on his shoulder, Namjoon walks across the airport’s lot to find his ride. There is a reason why he is here, and he isn’t going to stop until he finds what he is searching for. 

It takes him nearly an hour to reach his destination. 

The small coffee shop looks quite inconspicuous as it stands between various other shops downtown, yet it still catches Namjoon’s eyes the moment he arrives. 

Quaint and delicate, with natural wooden colours chosen as the accents at the front side of the shop and dark window frames, it reminds him so much of you. 

The sound of the bell chimes above his head as he steps in, immediately welcomed by the fresh scent of coffee beans, chocolate, and a bit of cinnamon. Spicy and sweet and pleasantly warm. A young boy with a thick Australian accent welcomes him from the cashier, yet his eyes travel across the room, where the figure that has been filling his dreams at night appears. 

Smiling at the young barista, he walks up towards you instead. You have yet to notice him in the room. Your eyes are locked on the small child sitting on the sofa by the corner, swinging his legs as he receives a small sip cup from your hands. 

His eyes find him first, looking over your shoulder while you still have your back facing Namjoon and the front door. 

“Now you sit tight right here until Mommy finishes work, okay? And don’t—”

“Mama?” the boy cuts you off before you can finish speaking, his chubby finger pointing towards Namjoon, “Da..?” 

Your body freezes. Namjoon hears a soft gasp before you straighten up and slowly turn to face him. The moment you see him standing there, your eyes grow wide and you quickly move to hide your son behind you. Only the child is quick, as he hops off the sofa to stand right behind you, clinging onto your legs as he peeks at Namjoon. 

A line which he read from your letter echoes in his mind as he returns the boy’s curious gaze, just as it does many nights after you were gone—

“I have a boy. He’s here. He might have a dimple on his cheek too that might show up once he’s grown a bit older. His name is…” 

Namjoon bends down. “Sammy, is it?” 

The boy, Sammy, slowly nods. Namjoon smiles. “You look handsome. You’re being a good boy to your Mommy now?” 

“Yea…” 

Chuckling softly, Namjoon straightens up to face you. Your eyes are covered with tears as you look back at him. “How—” you gasp, “What are you doing here?” 

Because I’ll chase you to the end of the world if I could. 

Those are the words that Namjoon has always wanted to say to you. A promise that he never got a chance to say before you left him. It was a mistake that he had been dreading the most when he first received your letter, along with a copy of your sonogram and your final word of goodbye. 

“Keeping a promise,” he merely says. “I think we have a lot to talk about.” 

A deep sigh escapes your lips. The sound pains him. But the sight of every tension being lifted from your shoulders gives him a sense of calm. 

“I guess we do,” you whisper to him with a broken smile. 

A lot of them. 

He can almost hear those words coming from you. Just like he almost says out loud,

I have all the time in the world to talk and listen now. For you. 

For your fall tune, I think this song will fit perfectly well for this.

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊: dia’s birthday bash 2024 ⇝ closed!

[cursedhaglette]

sunday monday snippet !!

tagged by the one and only @gefionne! and sure it's not sunday but i took a day off from writing yesterday to try and not burn myself out (weird) (boring) anyway so this works out even better.

all i have of the next chapter of Requited, now yours. oops when snippets come shortly after posting a new chap i guess! someone tell me to stop writing Halamshiral and write things in order pls and thank you

tagging @scaryanneee @brain-rot-central @mythalism @elf-trash @rosieofcorona and @nadas-dirthalen though no pressure lovelies!!!

[oathkeeperoxas]

metamorphosis please?🪞

Some Bradley and Ice for you bea!

Bradley is curled up in the uncomfortable hospital chair, eyes seeing nothing. Mav is inside, talking to the doctor, so Ice sits next to Bradley and puts an arm around his shoulders. Bradley doesn’t even look at him. Ice is looking down the barrel of a type of forever and not liking it very much. Bradley is sixteen and half Ice’s age and doing the same thing. Ice has no idea how much this is fucking him up, but he’s going to guess that it’s a lot. He draws Bradley in to his side, rubbing his hand up and down the kid’s back and breathing in his sweaty teenage musk. He’ll have to make sure he has a shower when they go home. “I’m sorry, Bradley,” he whispers into the kid’s hair. “I’m so sorry.” He’s bad at words. But he can say that. Bradley sniffs. “It’s not fair,” he mumbles. It’s not. Ice tries to come up with anything else to say. But the only thing that echoes through his mind are the lessons he’d deliberately taught himself when he was barely older than Bradley. Men don’t cry. Men don’t feel pain. It feels impossible to try and say that to Bradley now, or to pass on those lessons. His jaw is welded shut. He says nothing, and counts them both better off for it. Bradley curls up tighter in his arms, and Ice doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t move either, until Mav comes out and Bradley can go inside and sit with his mom. “I can’t fucking do this,” Mav says, numb. Ice doesn’t have anything to say to that, either. Then he goes into work on Monday because he still has a base to run, and thank God: the Navy doesn’t fucking care about anything but what he can give it.

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[lookforanewangle]

several sentences sunday/monday

I got so excited I actually wrote something for the first time in over a month I couldn't wait for tease tidbit tuesday or wip wednesday or whatever so here's a daemon snippet!! I wasn't tagged, I'm just going for it :] I'm sure I got tagged in something and forgot about it, so consider this a response to any tag games I've been tagged in I guess

this is a prequel to the actual fic I'm working on, and will all be from maddie's pov! she's eight, here, and her daemon, traxin, is still unsettled. this got kind of long, so the rest of this is under a cut

you can see the daemon lineups here

“Are you ready to meet your new brother?” Dad gets her settled in the chair before he moves to Mom’s side, his back to the rest of them. Her parents start to whisper, but Maddie puts her full attention on the babies being passed into her arms—her brother and his daemon—as the nurse helps to support his head. Traxin is fluttering with excitement as he perches on Maddie’s knee, eyes wide. Maddie feels the same. “What’s his name?” she asks the nurse. “Evan. Your parents’ daemons are still deciding on his daemon’s name.” She steps away to give them privacy, busying herself with nurse things Maddie isn’t interested in. Maddie only has eyes for Evan. “Hi Evan,” she croons. He’s quiet in her hold, sound asleep. Maddie wants to keep holding him forever.

“Can I?” Traxin asks, hopping a few times before flitting to her shoulder, head tilting back and forth as he takes in the babies in her arms. He shifts again, unable to keep his form in his excitement. His puppy stage is nearing not-a-puppy-anymore, and he nearly knocks her from the chair as he settles at her side, nose inching towards the daemon on Evan’s chest. “Can I, Maddie?” Traxin has never talked much, but Maddie doesn’t mind. It’s always interesting hearing what he has to say. This time makes her laugh. “She doesn’t even have a name yet,” Maddie reminds him, pressing him back with her elbow. She drops her voice to a whisper. “But soon, I think. We get to be the first.” “Oldest sibling rights,” Traxin says, smug. Maddie grins. That grin drops abruptly as snippets of conversation flit across the room. “You’ve seen me, the baby is as healthy as we hoped he’d be, now go stay with our son. He’s all alone—” “—only for a little while, he’s fine—” “What if something happens while you’re gone? We’re supposed to be helping him, Evan is supposed to—” “Margaret,” Phillip hisses. “Just go,” she snaps, “or I’ll go myself.” Maddie’s arms tighten around Evan. It was supposed to be her. She’d offered to stay with Daniel. “Mom…I—” “Just keep holding him, Maddie,” she says, eyes closing with exhaustion. Traxin pulls back, tucking himself half-behind Maddie with a breathy whine. Mom sighs. “Be a good girl and look after your brother.” Dad flashes Maddie a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes as he passes, Jarah trotting at his heels. It’s not very reassuring. Maddie’s eyes drift to Molin, desperate for some sort of comfort or something, anything to cut the tension in the room that feels thicker than the humidity. Molin stares back, eyes dark and unreadable. “Her name is Balaine,” he says, quiet. He stares at Maddie a moment more before tucking his beak under his wing. Then they’re alone. Maddie and Traxin and Evan and…and Balaine.

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Snippet Sunday… eh Monday

I was tagged by the fabulous @optimisticgrey to share a writing snippets and since time is relative and a social construct am I still posting something 💜

Tagging (in case you haven’t done it yet and have WIPs you want to share) @astarioffsimpmain @saintsandsorcery @ladylucksrogue and anyone else who wants to share their writing with the world 🤩💖

The following is a snippet from an OS currently titled “You are enough” and features druid!Tav with their own secrets, Gale and an enchanted meadow in act 2 👀

His brows furrow together and he is silent for a moment.

“You…”, he seems lost for words, I don’t think I have ever seen him speechless before.

“You have never been with anyone? You of all people? Apologies, I just assumed…”, he was trailing off, struggling for words.

“I’ve seen the way people look at you, the way our companions all wanted to invite you to private moments, sharing wine and bodies. I suppose I wasn’t so different to them after all. And I assumed since you must have had the world to choose from all of your life, judging from the behaviour of our companions that, well…”

Gale looked at me, eyes big and wet and his shoulders dropped.

“I am sorry I assumed details of your private life that are only your concern”, he said as his demeanour changed.

His eyes were suddenly burning into mine and he made a careful step closer to me.

I felt myself move towards him.

“What makes you think that I would want you any less after you would share this personal, intimate detail with me?”, he suddenly asks with a low voice.

“I haven’t said that”, I croak out but he is right, of course he is, this was my only fear.

“But your eyes have”, he said softly, a gentle smile dancing over his lips.

“I guess I was afraid”, I begin to answer. “Afraid that you would want an experienced lover, not some druid with the romantic experience of a fawn…”

He looks at me perplexed.

“I want you! Please, you have to know that I meant what I said – I am in love with you! All of you is what I adore, all the secrets you hide —“

This was my only secret, I promise”, I interrupt him and Gale shakes his head with a smile.

“And even if it wasn’t, they are a part of you, you, the one I love, you, the one I want to look at for the rest of my life…”, he answers and points to me on each ‘you’.

My heart races and my soul can not believe it’s luck and I smile, without my doing, without any control of my features.

Happiness is seeping out of me and into the world around me, I can not look away from Gale and his sincere eyes on me.

“And I also meant what I have said”, I tell him, “I am in love with you, too! And I will not allow you to blow yourself up, we will find another way! This will not be the end, not for you, not for me, not when we just found each other!”

[flightlessribbons]

RC9GN: 9RG Scene: "The Next One"

(I don't know why I started out this little writing scene/snippet collection with SUCH A HEAVY ONE, but regardless we move on.)

Also Kuni is First Ninja- I needed to name the man eventually

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“Randy…Are you asking to be the next ninja?” Kuni’s voice was sharp and low; the question a suffocating hand on their throats.

The teenager held no hesitation, “Yeah I am. There’s no one else better to do this, and you guys know it. I was raised on this stuff; I know the temples and the records inside out, I know the yokai that come through the gate! You guys just need to teach me how to fight, and we’re back on track!”

He can’t do it. 

“No no, don’t do this with me, Randy.” The throbbing in Sasha’s head got louder; who knew the headaches stayed even when you were dead? “We need someone else–”

Frustration strained from her son’s voice, growing louder and desperate, “We don’t have anyone else! If you guys try and find and train someone, Norrisville’s gonna be run into the ground by the Sorceress by the time they’re ready to hold the damn sword; and you know that!”

He’ll get hurt.

“It’s a bad idea,” she hissed out, rubbing her temples.

“It’s the only idea! I have you and Kuni, Mom- I can’t get trained by anyone better.”

Sasha’s breathing was uneven, “Randy-”

“No one else has ever been trained by the First Ninja, I could have an advantage!”

They’ll rip him apart.

The anxiety that once simmered, now boiled over in her gut, the unease ripping at her from inside. Images of her boy toiling in the same fights she endured, cut and bruised from the enemies she was supposed to stop, flashed in her mind in a sick reel. Overlapping with his hopeful interjections, the last ninja reached her tipping point.

He’ll get killed in the fight you couldn’t finish.

 The words came out like bile in her throat, “Stop it, it’s too dangerous, Randy!”

Shock flashed across his features, a thick wool of silence settling between them. HIs expression shifted, the surprise gone in place of a wounded scowl, “I already know that, Mom! It’s Friday night, and I’m here talking to your ghost instead of sitting in our booth at The Pit!” a humorless, dry noise left him, steeped in bitter anger, “Yeah, it’s dangerous, it didn’t stop you though, did it? From doing what’s right?” 

He sounded so rational, more mature than his fourteen years should warrant. He was what they needed, a kid with a good head on his shoulders who could lead them well with more training. 

Yet amidst all the logic and sensibility, all she could see was the boy she raised.

The boy who always laughed too hard and danced like an awkward marionette; who had his goofy likeness immortalized in the Game Pit’s hall of fame for his winning streak; a creative kid whose smile stretched from ear to ear while he scribbled on any surface he could. 

Drowning in dark robes sizes too large, lanky limbs recoiling inwards in his defense; there was no fabled ninja protege- only Randy. 

Sasha stepped forward, braving the thick air to wrap her arms around her son.

Sweet, good Randy.

Pressing her face against his dark hair, she felt him return the embrace just as tightly as her own; hands shaking while he muffled his sobs into her shoulder. Grief and pleading bled from his fingertips against her now eternal uniform, a heavy reminder that she was no longer the protector of Norrisville– of her family. 

A pained chuckle left her after a minute, the mother pulling apart from her son just enough to hold his face in her hands. 

“No, I guess it didn’t stop me.” she gave a watery smile, her thin fingers wiping the tears from his cheeks, “My sweet, little boy…When did you get so wise?”

His laugh was an echo of the ones she knew so well, “Well, my nanny was a priest, so I’d blame him first.”

A smile graced her lips before she pressed them together in a line, her hands falling to his shoulders. 

He’ll be okay. We’ll be there for him.

“You’ll start training on Monday at 3 a.m.” 

Randy’s eyes widened as she looked back to Kuni, who still leaned against one of the temple columns, his arms folded across his chest. 

The man exhaled, nodding curtly at Sasha before addressing the boy, “ 3 a.m, on the dot.” 

[weepingfoxfury]

Monday, Monday, Monday ...

Another day where someone forgot to wake the weather Gods. Out there, amidst the grey, I'm convinced there are bewildered sunbeams. So, whilst they snore on, I shall conjure a blue sky, redirect the sunshine and give the finger to those slumbering oversized supposedly omnipotent beings that have fallen down on the job.

Spent some time with Mr B in the lounge ... he with his usual 'I'll stick my bum in your face' attitude (I'm never ready for that particular close up) ... and me with my distracted smooshing of him whilst gazing around.

I've no idea who the people are in the pictures. I collect them from car boot sales and charity shops. Snippets of other unknown existences. A lot of the time they come from house clearances where the owner died and the relatives have no interest in such things. I like to sit and ponder who they might have been, give them an imagined history. Amuse myself with the idea that they come to life at night and have fun chatting to one another.

Hmmmm ... if that were true ... I wonder what Mr B makes of them ......... I guess I'll never know ...

[anacdoce]

Sunday on a Monday snippet

Thank you so much for the tag @xxnashiraxx ❤️ your snippet made me want someone to care for me like that 🥹

Guess what? I'm leaving a snippet from my long fic (yes, that one which is not published yet) - chapter 19. It's a small snippet because I'm at the beginning of it yet! Aaaand I can't spoil too much 😅

So yeah, enjoy my usual angst.

No pressure tags: @saucy-scribbler @yennefer-of-vengerbergs @deadly-diminuendo @bloodinwine @meeshrox @serenbriar @roguishcat @obsessedwhyyes @amoremagnificentbastard and everyone else who likes to share something ❤️

[daisys-reality]

Heyyyy how you been? 🥹 love your recent tarot posts 🤍. BUT not to sound dumb, I wanted to ask how does memories work in your dr? Like I want to script I grew up in a certain city, but I’m imitated by the thought what if I don’t have knowledge of growing up there when I shift there 😭

hey darling, i'm doing well! I hope you too. i'm happy you like my recent pacs :3

first of all, asking questions is never a dumb thing !! it just shows your curious nature and your willingness to learn which is always admirable ♡

so far, for all my drs i set the intention to have my desired knowledge/memories. once you ground yourself in your dr, it comes in pretty quickly ! i guess it depends how it feels but for me it's does not feel like being thrown into a pool and being overwhelemed with a bunch of memories. no, it's more so a strong sense of familarity first with snippets of concrete memories comming to me and slowly it all weaves together in the background (subconsciousness) to a stable web of memories and knowledge ! it's a bit of an abstaract explanation but it's like this: the first second you're like "where a am i?? am i in my dr?" and then a few minutes later you're like "oh wait that's the ring i was looking for since monday why is it laying beneath my bed?" being already engrossed in your day to day life - it comes naturally.

i only remember @.my-reality-my-rules and @.wheelcr talking about experiences with waking up in realities (and staying there for more than just a few minutes) without having a clue about what's going on but i think for both them they tried without really planning to have the memories/without thinking it through - they just wanted to shift. and those were just random shifts or one of their first shifts to their drs too (as far as i can remember)

tbh i wouldn't worry much if you want to wake up with your dr memories, then that's what will most likely happen. you know what you want and that's all you need. don't overthink it, darling.

a little tip through: when you think about being your dr self, do you imagine yourself ex. looking for the way to your local grocery store or do you just imagining yourself (confidently normal) going shopping and then going back home and putting your stuff away and proceeding with your day? how do you picture your self in your dr? is it a stranger in that reality or someone who has been living there since birth? think about it. for me, i recognize that i set intentions in the way i think (& daydream) about my dr and dr self. setting intentions is like making subconsciously a decision and it becoming a natural state of mind (starting to naturally think about it in that certain way without having to force myself or to correct myself everytime - *edit: i'm not talking about intrusive thoughts here! intrusive thoughts can happen any time that has nothing to do with your natural state of mind)

i wish you lots of fun while shifting ☆

[multi-lefaiye]

sneepet soonday

snippet sunday... yeehaw :3 haven't done one of these in a while. this is from one of my tftgs fanfics, 'life begins at the intersection,' aka the "i'm sorry i hit you with my car. um. do you wanna go out with me?" au. workin on the final chapter of that

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Thankfully, the subject moved on after that as Jack started to rattle off another story from the gas station, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, because that meant Tony could focus on the story and not get lost in his own thoughts.

And a curse, because the more he listened to Jack’s voice and watched his face as he talked, the more and more Tony realized he was well and truly smitten.

This was already so out of hand. Oh, he was so fucked. But for now, he decided that hardly mattered, and Tony decided to let himself have this moment of selfishness. To indulge and fantasize.

A few hours passed, and before Tony knew it, visiting hours were over. Nurse Rachel (the redhead from his first visit) was starting to make her rounds, politely informing each visitor that it was time for them to head home and let their loved ones rest. The sound of her knuckles rapping lightly against the door was enough to drag him back down to Earth, reminding him of the time.

“Well,” Tony said as he got to his feet, stretching as he did, “I guess I’ll see you at work on Monday.” As per usual, Tony’s traitorous, bastardly knees made a popping sound as he stood, protesting the fact that he’d been sitting for too long.

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[wolfboy88]

Sunday Monday Snippet

Tagged by @ksbbb @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch

Before Theo can respond, their intimate moment is interrupted as Josh approaches the table.

“Sorry to interrupt but I believe these might be yours,” Josh says, passing Liam some papers. “Guess they got muddled up at the printer.”

“Thanks Josh,” Liam says as he and Theo reluctantly pull apart, both looking a little flustered. Theo lets out a frustrated grunt as he settles back into his chair. “Appreciate it,” he says, giving Theo's thigh a reassuring squeeze.

"What are you two researching?" Josh asks, peering at the open book on the table. "Local haunts and legends, huh” Josh asks, Planning a ghost hunt?"

"Something like that," Liam replies.

“Cool. You guys you should definitely checkout the Hale House then,” Josh says.

“The Hale House?” Liam asks, his interest piqued.

"Yeah, the Hale House is supposedly haunted by the Hale men," Josh reveals, his eyes gleaming. "Rumour has it they were all werewolves, and their spirits still roam the house, howling on full moons!"

Liam's eyes widen at Josh's words. "Werewolves? The Hale House is haunted by werewolves?" he asks, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Theo leans in closer, his hand finding Liam's under the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. "That certainly sounds intriguing.”

"Oh, it's more than just a rumour," Josh continues, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "The Hales were a powerful werewolf family, and their house is said to be steeped in supernatural energy. People have reported seeing ghostly figures with glowing eyes and fangs prowling the grounds, and there are stories of strange howls echoing through the house on nights of the full moon."

Liam feels a shiver run down his spine. "That's... quite a story," he says, trying to sound casual despite the excitement coursing through him. “Have you ever been there yourself?"

Josh shakes his head. "No, I've always been too scared to go," he admits. "But I've heard enough accounts from others to know there's something seriously spooky going on at that place. It was used for initiations for the local football team back in the day.”

Theo's grip on Liam's hand tightens slightly. "Well, it sounds like the perfect place for a little... investigation," he says, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.

From “The Horny Phantoms of Hale House”

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Happy Boop-o-ween! I have a four-day weekend, so I'll be keeping this open until Monday night my time! ❤️🎃

Weekly WIP update:

Chapter 2 of Saltwater Symphony is live and naked Stevie is here!! I'm having so much fun! 🦭

On The King's Gift, it's angsty story time with Wayne.

11/31 holiday drabbles are done, and I'm feeling a lot more confident about finishing them all on time than I did at the start of the month! 💪🏻

Send me an emoji, and I'll write and share three sentences from that project.

🏰The King's Gift 🦭Saltwater Symphony ❄️Steddie holiday drabbles Snippet from 🏰

“The thing about Al, though,” Wayne says, and his gaze has strayed outside again, fixed at some point far beyond the turrets of the castle, “was that he was shallow and vain. So used to people falling at his feet, so used to getting everything he desired thrown his way, he couldn’t even fathom that there might be things out there more powerful than him. It’s what got all of us into this mess, in the end.” 

Steve’s blanket slips as he sits up straighter. Wayne’s hand has curled around the armrest of his chair. An icy gust of air blows in from the window, and the temperature in the room seems to drop palpably. “You’re talking about the curse.” Wayne huffs. “I damn well am. Did Ed tell you the story?” 

Steve starts to nod, then pauses and shakes his head, thinking back to their picnic in the woods. It seems so long ago now. “All he said was that his father somehow angered the fae? I’m guessing he meant Vecna?” 

Wayne nods grimly. 

“We were on a hunt. Al loved hunting. He’d get so into it, so obsessed with stalking whatever animal he had his sights on that day, he’d lead us deeper and deeper into the woods. Sometimes, it would take us days to find our way back.” He pauses and shifts in his chair, licking his lips as he thinks about how to put the memories into words. “We were after a stag that day. Beautiful animal, with huge, magnificent antlers and a coat so bright it looked almost white. We’d been after it for hours, and when it broke into a clearing and started running, Al gave chase on his horse. He was a great rider, but reckless - I guess Ed gets that from him. I went after him, but I could hardly keep up. They both disappeared into the underbrush at the other side of the clearing, and by the time I found him again, it was too late already.”