#more the six sentences

[queenofdenest]

Title: currently untitled Rating: Teen Fandom: Hetalia Characters: hws nyo!liet. hws nyo!lat. hws nyo!est. tags: human au, inspired by the room (2015), not fully tho,

Summary: "That doesn't make sense – no one borrows others just to be companions." It was like something out of an old fairy tale – or a horror novel.

(or. Viktorija and her cousin, Aija, had been minding their own business at a family get together in the park when they are kidnapped in broad daylight by a crazy man.)

A/N: ack! i'm excited (and scaredandotherweirdemotions!) so it's almost my birthday - literally tomorrow! - and i wanna show you something i'm working on. i'm actually really proud of this au, and of this little snippet! it was the first thing i showed my beta concerning this fic and they were really interested in it, hope you all will be too! it was semi-inspired by the room (2015) movie + book, as well as by several true crime podcasts and my own brain watching The Simpsons videos & theories at 3 am as i attempt to fix my sleep schedule that got ruined by my insomnia several weeks ago!

anyway, this au will be much much larger and (hopefully) be making it's way across your computer screens sometime in the next few months, but until then, please enjoy!

"It's not that bad here," is said so softly that Viktorija felt a bit bad for the girl. Not so bad that she doesn't curse her in her own thoughts, but bad enough that she nodded her head along with the words being said. The other girl had turned her back on them, eyes roaming the hall, before she spoke again, "Really, Father Zima is a kind man and his daughters are kind as well – I think you'll come to like it here, both of you."

Her eyebrows furrow and she reached forward to grab the shoulder of her cousin who seemed to want to follow the other girl as the stranger began walking down the small hallway. "Like it here?" She hissed just as softly as the other had spoke, she didn't know if there were hidden cameras around or not, but she wasn't going to risk being overheard speaking so loudly. "We've been kidnapped!"

The other girl, the one that had helped the man lure them from the park they were at, stopped and faced them. Her eyebrows were lifted in confusion and her lips were down turned, sea colored eyes boring right into Viktorija's own as she walked back towards them. "You shouldn't think of it like that," she replied, shrugging slightly as she came to a stop in front of them. "It's more like you're being borrowed."

"Borrowed?" Her chest filled with anger at the word. They weren't being borrowed; borrowed meant going home, not being held in a strange man's house with some foreign girl and his weird family. It meant other things, things that weren't kidnapping and accessory to kidnapping, and whatever else was going to happen to them!

"Father Zima'll take you back home after the girls grow up, he promised." It was said with a tinge of desperation but still Viktorija didn't care. Her and Aija had thought this girl needed help – which she probably did though more in the way of police and a therapist – and had wandered away from their family to help, only to end up shoved in a strange bearded man's trunk and knocked out somehow.

"I know it's not idea," the girl continued, seemingly ignoring the rising red flush to Viktorija's face, "but the girls need companions and that's more important than anything else."

No, what was most important was Viktorija and Aija going back home – away from crazy blondes who helped creepy men lure other children away from their families; away from what seemed like a cult or some Manson family going ons; away from trouble. Shaking her head, she spoke, "That doesn't make sense – no one borrows others just to be companions." It was like something out of an old fairy tale – or a horror novel. "And who are these girls? Who's Father Zima? Why is your dad doing this?"

The girl sighed lightly. "The girls are Father Zima's daughters, they're not the best at making friends." Her words paused and her arms crossed over her chest, "As for who they are, I was going to wait for introductions until supper but I'll tell you a bit about them as we walk."

"We're not-"

"Okay!" Aija cut in, bright blue eyes shining. "Where are we going?"

Traitor.

"Aija." Viktorija tried her best maternal voice but she fell short; her voice sounding nothing as strong as Aunt Laima's or her mothers. Instead, to her own ears, she sounded tired and scared, her voice shaking on the last syllable of her cousin's name. "What are you doing?"

"We said we'd help." The girl sounded so confused, so earnest. It was upsetting.

About to speak, Viktorija was cut off by the strange girl answering Aija's question. "The bedroom for you two," she said, brightening slightly. "Me and the girls spent all day yesterday making sure the room was very nice. Father Zima bought all brand new sheets and comforters; brand new beds and dresser set – there's even a full length mirror! It's wonderful."

It sounded like a room meant to induce Stockholm Syndrome, Viktorija thought, with all it's fun comforts and brand new shiny items, but her outraged face was ignored by both the strange girl and Aija, who had 'ooh-ed' at the idea. It made sense on why the younger girl would do so; their family wasn't at the place where they could afford brand new versions of all that, instead most of their things were hand-me-downs brought over from family that left their home countries, but it still bugged her. Gaining a fancy new bedroom was nothing in comparison to what they were losing.

"Great." Viktorija huffed out a breath as she felt her cousin begin to walk forwards, the hand that Viktorija had placed on Aija's shoulder tightened. She didn't want to let go, but Aija turned to face her and frowned.

"Trust me?"

Viktorija sighed, and she watched the blonde girl walk a distance away from them slightly. Confused eyes turned on them once the other noticed they weren't following and Viktorija felt her heart stutter. "I trust you," she said softly, "I don't trust her."

"I'm not asking you to," Aija whispered, her hands clutching together as she spoke. "I'm asking you to trust me."

It was tough – Viktorija was the eldest of the two, the more responsible. Or at least, she was supposed to be. Yet, she was the one who had basically led them into the trap set by this girl, truly thinking that the other had needed help finding her little sister. At the same time, Aija was nearly 16, and while she was naive – and overly trusting and kind and easily led – she was also really smart, a budding chess master that had already won some master leveled games.

Did that even matter though, Viktorija wondered, when they were being held by a group of crazy people?

"Are you coming?" The girl asked.

Aija gave her a look and Viktorija nodded, the word coming out of her mouth like sandpaper.

"Yes."

[covey-o-quail]

talismans............

[dammarchy211]

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head

The funny part about it is that this Courier Six doesn’t even kill him he just threatens the fuck outta him

Bloodless alt:

Some Benny doodles too but these are a bit more old so they’re also a bit more shit

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Sixth Day of Gift-Giving

Six Sappy Sentences

"I missed you like I never missed anyone before."

"You’re so beautiful, it’s hard to directly look at you."

"I get so sappy when I’m around you."

"Feel this? My heart is excited to have you close to me."

"Can’t even concentrate with you around."

"I want to keep your hand in mine, so I can’t lose you."

Bonus 6:

"I never believed in love at first sight before I met you."

"You make me fall in love with you over and over again."

"I will never get over you. And I don't want to."

"Holding hands with you makes me feel so giddy."

"I feel completely safe when I'm with you."

"Seeing you smile makes it so hard not to kiss you right then and there."

24 Days of Gift-Giving

[caterpills]

(Six) (Seven) Some Sentence Sun/Monday

Hi all!! Thank you for the tags from @suseagull04 @sophie1973 @onthewaytosomewhere @porcelainmortal @clockwrkpendrxgon (yay for Monday-ing!!)

I've been traveling for work this week/weekend, so there has not been as much writing done as I would like and also just generally NOT being around, which bleh — but words are wording, so here are six sentences because I'm trying not to spoil too much of the last chapter of This Is More of a Comment Than a Question (and I also have a fun little art-related surprise to share when the epilogue drops!)

"I hate apartment hunting. It's the fucking Hunger Games for rentals. I might have to kill a guy to find something in my price range." "Please don't kill anyone. I'm afraid you're not fit for jail," Henry says, sitting down next to him. He hands Alex chopsticks, casually, as if he's not about to drop a nuclear bomb in Alex's lap, when he adds, "You could stay here."

:)

I'm not going to tag anyone since it's basically... not Sunday anymore. But should you still want to participate, do it! And tag me, I want to see what you have been up to!! Have a great rest of your week friends! ❤️

[ivelovedhimthroughworse]

Six Some Sentence Sunday

Agothra hovered over the wrestling figures below. Snowzilla grunted a hello, then managed to free an arm to wave. Bazu Jaguar just looked up at her, seemingly dazzled by her beauty. For a moment, none of them moved other than the soft flutter of the moth’s wings. Then Snowzilla looked between the robot and Agothra. Bazu’s chrome reflected her light, shining golden and lovely. Snowzilla grabbed the metal face roughly and jerked it downwards, then bared its teeth and roared. A sonic wave struck Bazu directly between its glowing eyes. The robot moved swiftly, all of its attention back on its opponent. It grasped Snowzilla’s muzzle and pinched the mouth closed contemptuously. The kaiju didn’t like this. It bucked and fought. In an instant, the two were rolling and tumbling again, pushing and shoving at each other. You’ve got to be kidding me, Agothra said.

This snippet is again from my Godzilla AU. A kaiju is a generic term for these giant monsters. Agothra is a portmantau of Agatha and Mothra.

Have you ever wondered what Agatha would look like as a giant moth? Here's my attempt.

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[roomwithanopenfire]

Happy Sunday everyone!! Thanks for the tags @hushed-chorus @monbons and @aristocratic-otter <3

In case you missed it, I posted the first chapter of The Way We Are, my COBB with @alexalexinii on Friday!! This was the first collaborative event I've done for this fandom and it's been so much fun. I'm so excited to share the upcoming chapters and art of this fic 💗

It'll be a while before I post this as I want to finish drafting the whole fic first, but here's a snippet from the upcoming second chapter:

Nico's complexion is pale—but not ashy like mine. As I size him up, he does the same to me, running his eyes up and down. He snorts. “What?” I say, then instantly regret it. I can’t let him get to me. “You look like a vampire.” “No, I don’t,” I snap—it’s a knee jerk response really. “Oh come on,” Nico says. “Widow’s peak? Dark hair? Even the shape of your nose screams Dracula. Not to mention how grey your skin is. You’re already failing to convince me.” “Convince you of what?” I ask, crossing my arms.  Nico narrows his eyes. “You’re Fiona’s boy, yes.” I grimace—I’m not Fiona’s anything—but I nod anyway. “Here to convince me I can be just as healthy drinking rats and deer?” Nico asks. “You’re off to a bad start.” “I haven’t even said anything yet,” I say, drawing up defensively. “You’re grey,” Nico says, looking me over again. “Why would I want to be grey?”

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[alectoperdita]

Finally got a first draft of the hacker!Seto/hitter! Jou cockwarming fic done. And I'm pretty jazzed about it. They turned out a bit more dom/sub than I originally planned but I'm not complaining.

A brief smutty snippet under the cut 💜

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"Wait. Let me aim this ult—"

Jounouchi thumbed his leaking slit, smearing pre-come over the flushed head. On screen, Seto's attack, at least Jounouchi guessed it belonged to his character, flew wide and failed to hit a single target. Another character darted up to him and killed him. The screen went grey. A countdown of 52 seconds appeared at the top.

"Fuck!" Seto swore. 

At first, it was hard to tell if he took issue with his character's death or Jounouchi's hand now pumping his throbbing dick. But Seto unfurled his death grip from his mouse and keyboard, reaching back to thread his fingers in Jounouchi's hair, and clamped down so fucking hard on his dick.

Jounouchi cursed as well.

"You have 50 seconds before I respawn," panted Seto, his head rolling against Jounouchi's shoulder to catch his eye.

Jounouchi's response was to crush their mouths together, ignoring the awkward angle, sticking his tongue into the other man's mouth as he bounced him. He barely had to move his fist on Seto's dick. His thrusts worked him in and out of the channel created by his hand. Seto whimpered, delicious noises that Jounouchi drank, with each roll of his hips. Beneath them, the chair squeaked dangerously. Jounouchi prayed it held up long enough for one, or even both of them to achieve orgasms. 

Suddenly, Seto ripped his lips away, twisting to the side away from Jounouchi. One shaky hand reached up to fix his headphone and shift the microphone out of the way. "Shut up," he snapped. But it wasn't aimed at Jounouchi, he soon realized, "My KDA's still better than the rest of you combined."

Well, Jounouchi couldn't have his attention wandering. The next time Seto opened his mouth to say something, he fed three fingers into the wet orifice. "Suck, and keep your eyes on me." His eyes flicked to the countdown on the screen, then back to Seto's beet red face. "You're still mine for the next 40 seconds."

[sexynetra]

SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY

Someone sit me down and make me finish the intro to chapter 8 I cannot keep coming up with new excuses to do other things 😭

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“No. Absolutely not.” Anetra crinkled her nose, holding the long wool coat an arms length away. It might as well have been radioactive, the way she physically recoiled from the Barbie pink coat. Marcia looked unimpressed, arms crossed.

“It’s 27 degrees out, and you’re trying to go out in just a sweater. No. I am not taking you to the emergency room for hypothermia because you’re too much of a baby to put on something that isn’t your style.

Anetra’s cheeks went red and she dropped her arm, the coat dragging against the floor. “That’s rich, coming from you. I think you’d shoot me dead if I told you to wear anything besides those prissy Gucci three piece outfits.”

“They’re Chanel.”

[cutestkilla]

Thanks for the tags this morning @larkral @that-disabled-princess @artsyunderstudy @nightimedreamersworld @orange-peony and @blackberrysummerblog! I'm just putting the finshing touches on the finale to my Star Trek: Redemption fic, The Tardigrade and his Boy, which I expect to be posting later today. So, here's one last totally out of context snippet with wayyy more than six sentences:

“Calm down, Snow,” I say, gently. He takes a shuddering breath, and the smoke surrounding us starts to recede. “Baz,” he gasps. “You’re back.” I look down at myself, still disguised as a Watford School of Magicks student—or some kind of narc, if Wellbelove is to be believed—and realise who he thinks I am. The other one, his roommate, his— “Thank magic,” he sighs, and then he’s embracing me, holding me tightly. He’s so warm, and it feels so … My Snow would never. “No,” I say. It takes every fibre of self-control I have to pull back. “Bunce spelled us, Shepard and I, so we could cross the grounds without drawing attention. I’m Commander Grimm-Pitch, remember?” Snow’s face falls and he starts—literally—fuming again.  “But it’s okay,” I choke out through a cough. “It’ll be okay.” “No,” he growls. “You don’t understand. I just got him back. I missed him. So much, and I just got him back, and I can’t lose him again.”

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[onthewaytosomewhere]

It's Sunday ... ya know what that means

ok .. so sentences cuz it's already sunday - Let's do this!

so my sentences this week are actually one of the ficlets I wrote over the weekend cuz the only other thing I've written recently is not ready for public viewing

so i wrote 8 ficlets this weekend and they're all on ao3 if ya want to peruse - to pick which to post I used an 8-sided die to determine which we'd post here - I rolled a 1 so it's a good thing I wasn't actually playing a game lolz

ficlet and tags behind the post (cuz ooops it might be a bit long for a ficlet)

Henry sinks into the chair on the dock. His friend June invited him along to her family’s lake house in Texas for a long weekend, and as Pez wasn’t in town and had nothing holding him and Will, his toddler son, at home, he decided to tag along. Now, sitting here watching her younger brother, Alex, swim across the lake, hoist himself up on the dock, and slowly walk over to plop in the chair next to him, he wonders why he thought his dog wouldn’t be enough company for them over the long weekend. He’s so lost in thought he misses what Alex is saying to him. He attempts to recover but is so entranced by the drops of water trailing across Alex’s chest he’s surprised he doesn’t offer to lick them off.

Instead, he gets out, “Um … I’m sorry, what was that? I was a bit lost in thought.” It’s not a lie; he was lost in thought. He’s just not sure he should admit those thoughts were all the things he wanted to do to his friend's brother. Alex is ten years younger than him and just graduated from college; he doesn’t need pervy older men lusting after him. Henry is certain he has plenty of people his age lusting after him. Honestly, he thinks there’s probably a new circle in hell being created for him as they speak after some of the thoughts he’s had this weekend. It doesn’t help that Alex is legitimately perfect; he seems to love David, who loves him back in a way he hasn’t loved anyone since Pez. And Will—Will is utterly smitten with Alex, much like his father, only, of course, with less pervy thoughts.

“I was just wondering if Will was still napping. I promised him I’d take him into the lake today.” The blush that rises in Alex’s cheeks as his eyes seem to roam Henry’s body makes Henry wonder if at least some of his feelings aren’t returned. Of course, that is most likely just his overactive imagination at work. “That is if you’re still all right with that.” The way Alex nibbles at his lip gives Henry thoughts he really shouldn’t be having when talking about his son.

“Of course, Will would be distraught with me if I denied him that. I trust you to care for him in the water, Alex.” He attempts to smile in a non-predatory way, but all of the very horny thoughts running through his head make him wonder if he was successful.

“Besides, you’ll be right there with us, right?”

The thought of standing in the water with Alex, as Will no doubt clamors all over him, is doing things to Henry. He knows he has a bit of a competency kink, and Alex has shown just how competent he can be with Henry’s son all weekend. It makes Henry wonder how competent he could be with Will’s father, and he really needs to stop thinking that way.

“Of course –“ Luckily, before he can embarrass himself further, June walks over and plonks Will into his lap.

“Someone woke up from his nap and wanted his dad.” She says as she walks past and plops herself onto the edge of the dock.

Henry’s never been so happy to have his son wake. He has something to focus on other than the devastating man across from him. Well, at least until Will sees Alex and practically throws himself from Henry’s lap to get to him, his loud “Alex” echoing through the silence. Apparently, his thoughts are not the only thing focused on Alex.

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[monbons]

Six Some Sentences Sunday

Thank you to @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tag! Your snippet of Back and Back and Back was lovely. Little baby Baz with a smiling, knowing Simon was adorable.

After the major reveal of Chapter 4, it is going to get harder to do updates without huge spoilers for those of you who have not yet started reading. There are only two solutions to that problem: 1) you can no longer click on my previews at all--I know some of you have been reading them even though you aren't reading the actual fic yet!--or an even better solution, 2) you start reading! You won't regret it, I promise.

With that in mind, the first two paragraphs of Chapter 5 should be safe for everyone, even if you haven't been completely sucked in by The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch yet. (Although seriously, what are you waiting for???)

Hampshire, England March 8, 1708 Natasha has always insisted that glassworkers are forged in the crucible of heartbreak. After all, to become a master glassblower, the kind that produces tableware worthy of the crown, means years of suffering, of failure and injury, of glass gone wrong in every way imaginable, before finally producing anything of note, anything worth keeping. Baz may have grown up a glassworker, but his crucible is only just beginning. 

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[prettygoododds]

Happy Sunday and thank you to @roomwithanopenfire @ic3-que3n @blackberrysummerblog @thewholelemon @noblecorgi and @you-remind-me-of-the-babe for the tags

I don’t have much to share as this month has been absolutely bonkers and next month isn’t looking much better. But I have a little from my COBB and a smaller but from Sugar, We’re Going Down Swingin. I keep thinking how nice it would be to finish last year COBB before posting this years and I’m still hoping I can do that. I believe in me!

Anywhoozle, here you go…..

COBB:

I’m on my second coat of primer when I hear the loud bang of a door followed by a string of impressive curses. The water starts to run followed by a long stretch of silence. Just as I dip my paint brush back in the pale, I hear Baz call out to me.

“Snow?” My feet are on their way to him before the rest of me has time to think it through. “Simon? I - uh - I need your help.”

I pick up speed and for a second I debate sliding down the banister, but Baz already sounds on edge and I don’t think my arse polishing the railing will lighten the mood.

I find him in the kitchen with his hand under a stream of water, facing away from the sink, and looking paler than normal.

“What happened?!” My voice pitching high in the middle.

Sugar aka hockey fic:

Before I can second guess myself, I crouch down to the kids level, the awful rubber boots making a squeaking sound as I get comfortable, and I hand him the signed fish. He takes it and stares at the two signatures, my huge elaborate one and Simon’s smaller scribble.

“I’ll be listening for you,” I say, hoping it’s enough. Hoping I didn’t make him regret meeting me.

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[caterpills]

(Six) (Seven) Several Sentence Sunday

Hi ❤️ Thanks so much for the tags from @sophie1973 @fullerthanskippy @thesleepyskipper @porcelainmortal

I'm going to be real honest, I've been pretty down in the dumps (stressy, messy, and depressy!) which means my writing has been a struggle. There's meat on the bones, though, so I'm going to use this to stay accountable for the next chapter of publicist/author AU — which is just really in the thick of it.

If you've been following along, you know what is coming in Los Angeles:

But on their twenty-ish-minute drive, Henry is the one to sling his arm across the backseat, bracketing Alex's shoulders in an unprecedented and possessive manner as Alex is mid-discussion with another author. Alex unconsciously leans into him, always drawn to Henry's gravity.  Henry listens, offering a word or two of advice to the conversation, constantly pulling Alex's focus to him. More distracting, however, is the way Henry traces words, pictures, or some other secret written language with his index finger against Alex's back.  Alex spends, just, an incredible amount of time trying to decipher what Henry doesn't say to him out loud. He still lacks fluency by the time they arrive.

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[kurtsascot]

heyyy heyyyy its sunday morning!! IM DOING THIS NOT AT 10 PM!!!! GUYS!!! This Is Huge.

i want to thank @forabeatofadrum for always tagging me in these, and @daisyishedwig for also tagging me last week, despite me being on vacation. it was sweet!

some klueless hevans <3333 fic is alive and well and im steadily working on it i promiseeeee

“I’m Blaine’s roommate.” He takes a step forward and holds out a hand, crooked smile causing Kurt’s composure to puddle. “Sam.”

It takes Kurt a second longer than it should to extend his hand, but, when their fingers connect, Sam’s palm is surprisingly soft and not at all sweaty like the rest of him; its just pleasantly warm, and, when his fingers wrap around Kurt’s hand and squeeze, Kurt turns to putty.

“Nice to meet you Sam,” Kurt manages to say, eager to test the name on his tongue. Everything is suddenly feeling consequential. Kurt doesn’t let go. He can’t. “I didn’t know Blaine had a roommate.”

“You never asked,” Blaine grumbles from the floor, roughly plucking at the strings of his bass. “And it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

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Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Sunday everyone and thanks for the tags @nausikaaa @monbons @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @artsyunderstudy!!

This weekend I've finally had both the time and motivation to write—a marvelous occurrence when they both line up. I finally finished the 3rd chapter of my COBB, then decided I didn't want one chapter all Baz's POV and one chapter all Simon's and played scene tetris to get everything into chronological order instead. Which meant I ended up splitting all the scenes between 3 chapters instead of 2. So now I've finished 4/8 chapters of my COBB instead of 3/7, which feels distinctly better somehow even though it's the same word count 😂 Halfway there 🎉

Here's some Simon POV:

I don’t argue with Fiona as she leaves (taking my mug with her, still half full of tea). While I don't like it, if hunting with her one night is all I have to do to clear this up, I'll take it. I lean back against the fridge, letting my eyes fall closed and releasing a long sigh. Baz’s face fills my mind. Once this whole thing is sorted maybe I’ll be able to stop thinking about him. The Baz behind my eyes raises an eyebrow. Fat chance.

I really think once I finish Proof of Life and this fic I need to write a oneshot that stays a oneshot. I'm too long winded for my own good. Need a palate cleanser. Should write something under 10k again—it's been years.

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