#my fic: snippets of stuff

[goldeneyedgirl]

I have returned

My absence was medical-related, and now I'm back - and optimistic that things will get better now! So if you've been waiting for an email, DM, or ask response, I've actually got enough spoons to write! We have two new chapters on the way this month, so I cannot wait to get those finished.

Until then, have this weird fun little snippet from something I never really did anything with.

He’s sitting at his desk, working on the family financials when he hears their conversation - Bella and Alice. “You never fell in love?” Bella is curious, and the question - or at least, the ones that will follow - has been waiting to burst forth. It makes sense that she’d be curious. Alice is the last person anyone would expect to be alone. “I did once, but it didn’t work out,” Alice’s response is light and unexpected, and he immediately freezes. She doesn’t talk much about her life before she met him, and she’s certainly never mentioned any love affairs or a broken heart. “They weren’t interested.” “Oh, Alice,” the pity in Bella’s voice is cloying, and he can feel the embarrassment drift over Alice. “It was a long time ago, Bella. It’s not something that I think about very often. I know that they are safe and happy, and that’s all that really matters in the end.” There is definitely sadness in her voice now, and he wonders who it was. Who turned their back on her and left her alone and unprotected. “But didn’t you see that it wouldn’t work out?” He wants to ask Bella to stop talking, to leave Alice alone, but he is transfixed by this secret side of Alice, this secret history that not even he knew. “I saw us together and happy. And I got impatient, and decided to go to them early. I just wanted to skip to the good part, I guess. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out.”

[cloudcastor]

secret rendezvous

[wispscribbles]

I want to eat your art and writing thank you so much

Haha well I'm always happy to keep you all fed. Here, have some old sketches <33

[clare-with-no-i]

rick doesn't get him like I get him I fear

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz 💖

im still on vacation, but wrote a little bit of a new wip in a notebook lmao and just wanted to share a lil bit haha

this has been on my ideas list forever, but basically, Tommy calls Buck "buck" and Buck gets upset about it - that's the fic lol its handwritten in a notebook and typing it out on my phone rn so it's like a very rough first draft, im gonna make it better when I type it out on my laptop haha

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As Tommy talks, he's constantly stealing glances at Buck, and this time when he does, he frowns, instantly noticing that something's wrong.

He finishes the story rather quickly, and as everyone moves on to other topics, he says something about going to get more drinks, and grabs Buck's hand to bring him with. As soon as they're a safe distance away from their friends, Tommy crowds Buck against a wall, these blue, concerned eyes boring into his soul.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asks, and Buck feels silly. It's such a stupid thing to get upset about and make his boyfriend worry for no reason.

"Nothing," Buck shakes his head. "It's stupid."

"Well, it's still clearly something. And you know you can tell me anything that's bothering you. Even if you think it's stupid." He's looking at Buck with that fondness that always melts Buck's heart a little.

"It's just..." Buck takes a deep breath, bracing himself for saying the silliest thing to get upset about. "You called me Buck." He admits, averting his gaze, and trying to ignore how whiny his voice sounds.

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[neongalaxiie]

"Absolutely not."

"Huh?" The hero cocked her head and stared at the villain in confusion. "Why not?"

The villain just shook his head in utter disgust, his arms crossed. "I'm not going to let you do this to yourself. You've put yourself in enough trouble as it is."

"Villain, come on," the hero whined, bending forward and shaking his arm. "I'm a full-grown adult now! You can't keep treating me like a baby."

The villain shook her off and pushed off the brick wall. "You're still young, inexperienced." The villain's eyes pulsed, slightly frustrated. "You're not ready for them."

"Oh, you don't know how ready I am." She bounced on one foot and then the other, warming up. "I was born ready! Like I've been training my whole life for this moment."

The next instant, the hero was pinned to the wall by the throat. The villain's eyes were steely focused on her, flaring even, as he said, slowly and deliberately, "You're. Not. Ready. And you won't be for a very long time. Trust me."

He let her go and she half-collapsed out of shock, clutching her neck and gasping for breath. The fact that she wasn't prepared for his sudden attack was sickening. Her mouth opened and closed involuntarily as the villain walked toward the street, his cape flapping in the breeze. He turned to look at her one more time and said, "You won't be fighting them, but I will. Stay put and stay out of trouble; and whatever you do, do not approach them."

The villain left the hero alone in the alley. It turned out, the opposition proved to be a pain even for the villain.

[cerealmonster15]

jamiazu / ashenviper week day 7: song / dance

ft beloved bestie riddle 😌 dkslfjsdklhg for the final day i return to my roots of TINY GUYS!!! after yesterday's drawing i really wanted to take it easy lol simple scribblies with my funny little guys. and this time it's JAMIL'S TURN to pine bc. i sure do make azul do it 90% of the time when im at the wheel [bc it's FUNNYYYY TO MEEEE TEEHEEHEE]

anyway yay azhenviper week!!! i had a lot of fun participating and seeing everyone else make content of them 😭🙏

[prince-liest]

I haven't written anything new in nearly two weeks because of Life Events and I won't for another few days at least, but in honor of hitting the home stretch of my post-graduation events, have a snippet from the next chapter of Once Bitten. >:)

[datshitrandom]

Favorite Fanfics (109/?): Leaps and Dives by @annepi-blog | illustrated by @esilher

[daffi-990]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @diazsdimples who posted a whole ass fic! Go and give it a read, it’s a fun one 😁

Have some more from when your heart releases, you won’t fall to pieces aka the Eddie breakdown fic. The writing beans aren’t beaning for this wip, even though I’d really like them to be. Still .. thought I’d share something I wrote for it a little ways back (this is just after the scene from canon where Eddie says he’s scared he’ll never feel normal again.)

“What if I can’t find normal again? What if this is my new normal, Buck?”

“I’ll still be here. I promised to have your back and I meant it. Nothing is going to scare me away from you.”

Away from loving you.

Eddie’s eyes widen slightly, his mouth going a bit slack as he stares at Buck in a way that looks an awful lot like awe. Buck’s starting to think maybe he said that last part out loud. It doesn’t matter though, because it’s true. Nothing he learns about Eddie will scare him away. Every bruised and scarred piece of Eddie that he’s ever been shown has been carefully gathered up and placed with the others, all held within the safety of Buck’s heart, their edges slotting in perfectly beside his own.

Buck clears his throat to break the moment, now is not the time for Buck to cut himself open and pour his love and devotion for Eddie out at his feet. Not when Eddie is so fragile and Buck has a girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

He has to keep reminding himself of that, which is probably not a good sign about the vitality of their relationship. But now is not the time to think about that either. Right now he needs to focus on Eddie and making sure he’s okay. Hopefully convince him to get some sleep, because he looks like shit. Buck thinks there may be bags under the bags under his eyes.

“Right. You’re going to shower and then you’re going to sleep. Everything else can wait until the morning, okay?”

“And you’ll be here? In the morning?” Eddie’s voice sounds so small. Buck’s heart cracks at the sound of it.

“I told you,” Buck reaches across the table and squeeze his hands, “m’not going anywhere.”

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[addrianastarflower]

I’m bored so here’s a snippet of the pm & ada swapfic (titled: like a mirror years ago)

“I’ll do it,” he said softly to the silence whilst everyone passed glances back and forth.

Dazai-san made eye contact with him from the other side of the room, eyes panicked, but he just repeated his statement louder.

“I’ll do it.”

He glanced at Fukuzawa, hoping for approval, and the older man nodded subtly. He probably should have asked ahead of time, but what was the motto of both Shin Soukoku and Soukoku if not to do it first and get permission later. It’d always been the mafia way and years of separation from actually being a member wouldn’t change that for any of them.

All eyes turned to him.

Kyouka grabbed his arm, long nails digging in, but Mori was the first to speak. “Weretiger…” he drawled, glancing around the room. “Yes, I’ll take you.”

“Then I’ll join the agency,” Ryuu stated as though it was as simple as breathing.

They’d planned for this, yes, but it didn’t make it hurt any less to know that even when swapping places, he’d still be on the opposite side of his husband. Perhaps they were just always meant to end up this way.

Long nailed Kyouka supremacy

I’ll take any questions about it :D - inbox is open + rbs on/encouraged

[wispscribbles]

why are you and your drawings so cool 😭🙏

afdsasdfasg thank you !! irl ppl would laugh at me being called cool lol - Have a ghoap as thanks <33

[sweetronancer]

"Robin wanted so badly to just talk to Nancy, ask her about herself and get to know her properly. Learn her story and let it become her favorite book ever. A book that she could reread front to back, over and over again and she would never get tired of it."

that sounds gay, go me!!! no but does this sound gay enough.. i hope it does belhalksdj :(

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 💖

a bit more of the christmas fic which im trying to focus on rn haha

prev snippet

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“It’s been a long time ago, I’m over it.” Buck says. “They're just stupid Christmas sweaters.” he shrugs with his free arm, the one Eddie’s not holding and Chris is not sleeping on.

“Buck.” Eddie sighs, looking up at Buck again, and their eyes finally meet again. Eddie melts a little, like every time he gets to look into Buck’s eyes, that now just look so sad and disappointed. If Christopher wasn’t sound asleep between them, Eddie would wrap Buck up in a long hug. “It’s okay to not be over it. It’s clearly important to you and your parents never bothered to care.” he can’t help the venom seeping into his voice at the last part. Suddenly he can’t wait to see the Buckleys again, because oh, he has things to say.

“It’s so silly, though.” Buck turns away again with a wry chuckle. Eddie’s grip on Buck’s arm tightens for a second. It’s a weird angle, and he scooches a little bit closer, careful not to disturb Chris, and his hand moves to the nape of Buck’s neck, fingers just barely touching the short hairs, his thumb moving along the side of his neck. He hears Buck take a shuddering, surprised breath, but leans into the touch.

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[blackbirdofasgard]

Seven Sentence Sunday (plus a few extra for luck)

Thanks for the tag, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! I'll once again share something from my next fluff story, with the prompts: reflection / water / apology.

It wasn't like Mobius had never stepped foot on a beach before. He had—plenty of times! It's just that on all of his previous visits to beaches, it had been for work, not for pleasure. Then, he had been dressed in his usual TVA standard-issue suit; not blue hibiscus-patterned swim trunks. He certainly hadn't been barefoot, as he was now. And it wasn't like he'd never touched water before. Obviously! The Timekeepers had kept their workers sheltered, but that would have been a little extreme, even for them. It was undeniable that Mobius had never been submerged in water, though. The occasional decontamination shower hardly counted, and that was the closest he'd ever been. The TVA didn't exactly allow for luxuriating in a warm bath. So, being in the water was going to be completely new for him. Maybe that was the source of his uncertainty.

I'll tag @insert-witty-user-name-here, @mirilyawrites, @lgwilt, @sparrow-the-tired-lesbian, and any other writer/artist who sees this and feels like sharing! Apologies for any double tags 😅

[laundrybiscuits]

Eden actually likes her name. When she thinks about the muslin-draped horrors she could’ve gotten stuck with, like poor Suzie, she feels guiltily glad she dodged that bullet. If she’d been the one who had to shoulder the impossible burden of being named Suzie, who knows how she might’ve turned out.

Eden is a word that could go a lot of ways. It’s almost as good as Lilith or Isis or something. It’s the kind of name that could be sexy, in the right hands. The kind of name you could say on stage: ladies and gentlemen, introducing the one and only Eden—

That’s where the picture stalls out, though. Eden Bingham is pretty awful, no matter how you spin it. She wants to pick a stage name like some glamorous Hollywood actress, but she hasn’t decided exactly what she wants yet. She thinks it would be real elegant to pick something French, like…like Verne. 

There’s a battered paperback tucked under her mattress at home, where sticky, prying little fingers can’t get at it. She’s not a fast reader, but she’s read it about a million times by now. Sometimes when she can’t sleep, she’ll take it out and just squint at it in the moonlight, tracing her fingertips over the faded elephant on the cover. It’s a story about some guy who was so bored he decided to travel all around the world, and nobody stopped him. He could just go. He didn’t have any kids or anything that he had to take care of or look after; in fact, there was some guy whose whole job was to look after him. 

For a little while, Eden thought about borrowing the main guy’s last name, but Eden Fogg sounds kind of old and stuffy. She could take the French valet’s name, but she’s not completely confident she knows how to pronounce Passepartout, and she’s terrified she’s going to say it wrong and nobody’s going to take her seriously ever again. 

The author’s French too, though, and his name seems a lot easier to handle. So, lately she’s been looking in the mirror and saying Eden Verne, hi my name is Eden Verne real quiet to herself, just testing it out. She’s not sure about it yet, but it’s definitely better than Eden Bingham. 

Eden Bingham is just a handful of years away from Edie Bingham, who spends her time looking after a house full of kids and wears shapeless floor-length dresses. But Eden Verne could be someone who travels and wears exciting makeup. Eden Verne drinks and swears and smokes, and she never has to deal with kids ever again. Beautiful, sophisticated men and women alike despair for love of her, but she never lets anyone stay more than a night. 

Anyway, she doesn’t have to figure out if she can carry off Verne yet, because the stupid boy she followed halfway across the country introduced her to his friends as Eden Bingham, so she never got the chance to decide if she was going to say something different. She probably wouldn’t have, but—maybe she would. Maybe. She’ll never know.

The thing with Argyle fizzled out pretty quick. He’s cute, and making out with him is fun, but he doesn’t ever seem to want anything real out of life. Eden can’t understand him at all, and worse yet, she’s pretty sure he doesn’t understand her. When they’re high, they communicate just fine giggling about the cosmos, but that’s not enough. She’s sure there’s supposed to be more, even if she’s not entirely sure what that means.

She broke up with him on an impulse, and sometimes she regrets it. He’s a good guy. He’s not like any other guy she’s ever known. He’s willing to drive clear across the country, which is what she liked about him to begin with. Maybe that’s as good as it gets for her.

But she can’t take it back now. It’s not even that she thinks he’d say no, necessarily; she just can’t handle the idea of trying to walk back something like that. She’d die of humiliation before the words made it out of her mouth. 

So Eden’s just here, in Hawkins, staying in her ex-fling’s best friend’s step-dad’s spare room because it’s still marginally better than having to hitch home to Utah. Argyle is planning to drive back to California in a few weeks, so she’s going to just ride with him then. In the meantime, she’s going to have a nice, quiet vacation in Indiana, doing whatever it is Midwesterners do in the summer, and then she’ll go home and nothing at all about the life of Eden Bingham will have changed.