#rae snippets

[raewritesf1]

Anyways here’s a snippet of calls and cats pt2 because what was supposed to just be a second chapter is somehow ballooning into more than one chapter:

[bucksbelly]

snippet sunday!

thanks to the lovely @playinginthunderstorms for the tag (and also @tanktopdiaz ik it's been a minute but i was on a writing break until i finished finals 🙏🏽)

@withthewerewolves and i have been ranting about the 118 getting superpowers instead of super ebola so have some of that au :)

When Bobby Nash rises from the dead, the world around him crashes into chaos. Everything is red, red, red, code red, all nonessential personnel evacuate. Fire and rescue resources required in the fourth floor laboratory. Code red, code red, code red. It takes him longer than it should to realize he is in the fourth floor laboratory (different from the second floor one he was in with Hen and Chim and Ravi, he notes), unless the fire's already jumped. It could have — this one looks pretty vicious, licking streaks of orange across the ceiling and down the walls. It reaches for glass and metal and flesh indiscriminately as screams fill the air. White jackets flame bright as bodies stumble and fumble for the exit, where flashing red lights sizzle and shatter. Oh, he thinks absently. I'm in Hell. He has to be, because there's no other way to explain why he is part of the fire. Why the fire comes from him, sparks jumping off his skin like he's a glowing, flickering ember surrounded by gasoline. There's no other way to explain why he's peeling melting metal off his unharmed skin and fire circles him like it'd bend to the sway of his arm. And he's hurting people — once again, fire has become his weapon, and innocent people will pay the price for it for all of eternity, over and over and over. Dispatch? He calls into the ether. He doubts Heaven will listen. I think I might be the emergency.

no pressure tagging ✨ @pansysgothgf @afantasyoffiction @lamiue @kelbottumbles @buddiesmutslut ✨

[secretly-sayori]

Hiii!

My name is Saturn [see here!] and I go by he/it!

Some stuff I'm into!!

Post-Phone Panic 💕 [STRICTLY PLATONIC!]

I @softheartthrobs and @dokidoki-reblog [ddlc roleplay accounts!] if you'd like to go check them out!! They're connected, and based [mostly] on the side stories!

[Also, my fictionkin blogs are: @sunshineandrainclouds (Sayori) and @prestigious-poet (Monika)]

Current Vocal Stims: "Do not worry, pregnant spinosauraus. We will be nice and nice."

Now, onto the usual stuff -

I am also an age regressor! My sideblog is @starshine-pup!

Genderfluid and ambiam on the aroace umbrella, as well as a xenogender hoarder!

Tags:

☆ミ rae!! - my best friend!! ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ - poems or anything remotely poetic that I've written!

about those gayboy allegations... and / or fuck it im gay - literally my fagposts about rae they're pretty self explanatory

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[association] - posts that aren't related to age regression but I apply to a regression character!

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why's my club getting lit [snippets] - drabbles that come to mind in a flash

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[littleraeofsunshineda]

I've done it I've started the Hangster has words they're crazy rough and they're in th3 middle somewhere and they make no sense because they'll need an earlier scene but WELL there's a Billy Joel pun and canon-typical serenading so idk what to tell you.

Sneak under the cut.

There's the rough, jerking screech as the jukebox cuts out, amd as Hangman swallows through the cloying warm dregs of his beer the notes of the piano (mostly in tune, but mostly's close enough for this crowd) strike up something softer. The notes lilt a little, tripping under the player's hands, like something he'd learned recently - or a long time ago.

Coyote bumps his arm and tips his head, frowning a frown that makes Jake feel he knows way too much. Hangman doesn't want to follow, meandering over to where Rooster is playing a memory one handed in a ring of admirers, but leaving would be as good as a fold and he can't fold to Rooster - so he walks, and doesn't think.

They join the knot of uniforms, uncharacteristically hushed as Rooster croons away, eyes on his hands playing less familiar chords. Fanboy is mouthing the words to himself already, unaware that Payback is making a mocking copy behind his right ear, to sniggers from Echo. Coyote doesnt stop in the ring, but pushes right up until he's leaning next to Harvard on the back of the piano, across from Phoenix and her hand on Rooster's shoulder. Hangman sets his empty glass down on the piano next to Coyote's, feeling unsteady. The group laughs as Rooster fumbles theatrically, farcing through "...I'm not really sure how it goes..." and he sees Rooster notice his presence just in time to meet his eyes "...when I wore a younger man's clothes..."

The contact is a fraction of a second, but the alcohol is thundering through Jake with a vengeance, looking at a dusting of red across Bradley's ears, upturned as his gaze drills into the keys. Jake looks anywhere else. Coyote's beer has been abandoned. Probably. He conscripts it, for something to do with his hands.

There's something twisting in his chest, as Bradley croons away, backed by the belting of the whole crowd now, getting in on those "la-di-dah-di-dahs". The top of the piano is sticky where his palm rests. He feels the tune bang through from Bradley's fingertips through the wood and into his veins, wonders if Bradley can feel him too. Joins in the chorus and is treated to a blinding grin under the moustache, tipped up towards him like the sun.

So he goes easy then, laughs easy-like when Bradley raises his eyebrows suggestively at the two of them, dropping his voice to outrageous effect: "And Paul is a real estate novelist, who "never had time" for a wife... and he's talking to Javy, who's still in the Navy--" -- a round of raucous bellows as Rooster winks at Coyote and the whole bar belts out the finish -- "and probably will be for life!"

[practically-an-x-man]

💜 for archaegis?

Thank you so much!! I love these two <3

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

How about a pre-Fight Night kiss back in the early days of their relationship?

____

He wasn't sure where he found the courage.

They'd shared a few kisses, here and there, but it was all so... prepared. The end of a date out, a brief kiss goodnight as he walked her back to her flat, perfectly expected and typical behavior. Not much outside that. Yet.

It was about the only normal thing about his life, and part of him wanted it to stay that way. It was nice to leave his worries at the door, shove aside the fear that he wouldn't make it to the end of the week, and spend a gentle evening with the woman he found himself quickly falling for. It was nice to pretend he didn't have to fight for his life.

But he couldn't stop her from coming to the fights... and he wasn't sure he wanted to do that either. He wanted to keep those worlds separate, and yet having her there gave him something to fight for. He didn't want her to see that side of him, and yet it was how they'd met. He wanted to keep her away for fear of the higher-ups using their relationship as leverage against him, and yet he couldn't bear to brush her aside. It was a strange sort of paradox, and he hadn't found a way to resolve it.

And one night... that changed.

Rae found him in the alleyway behind the warehouse, as she so often did. Warren had to give her credit for that much - no matter how many fights she witnessed, how many time she'd watched him risk his life, she still came to see him off before the next one.

"Stay safe, okay?" she told him, after pulling him into a quick, tight hug. He tried to memorize every detail of it. Any of these fights might be his last, and he wanted something to hold on to if it was.

He thought he heard her voice waver, just the slightest bit, with that first statement. But by the time she pulled back from the embrace, she seemed to have steadied herself.

"Meet you after the fight." Rae said. It sounded like a promise. It was a promise he wanted desperately to keep.

Before he could psych himself out of it, before he could worry about letting those walls between normalcy and desperation crumble, Warren ducked in and kissed her.

If this would be the night he finally went out, at least he'd end on a high note.

[bigfootsmom]

MOLLY MY BELOVED WHY DOES EDDIE CALL BUCK BABY GIRL 👀👀👀👀👀👀

eddie calls buck babygirl cause buck is wearing pretty pink lingerie for him <3 also eddie fucks him in front of a mirror <3

“Oh, I like them.” A shiver zips up Buck’s spine, Eddie’s hot breath curling around his ear. “Go try them on for me, baby.” Buck stands there for a beat, pulse kicking in his throat before he realizes what Eddie is asking.  “Yeah, okay,” Buck breathes out on a shaky exhale, heat blooming behind his navel as Eddie releases him.  The delicate lace feels cool to the touch when Buck gathers up the lingerie from the bed — the fabric nearly slipping between his fingers like water. His stomach flips, excitement simmering in his veins as his cock twitches — already interested.

[pepprs]

it’s always a cool but bittersweet feeling when a musician i love goes viral and gets super popular lol. im so happy and proud for them but i also know it’ll never be the same again 🥲

[monsterrae1]

trick or treat!! 🥰💗

I shouldn’t even answer this, you already got a treat today🙄

More stranded au since I know that’s what you’re here for

Buck wasn’t sure when he passed out. One minute he was watching his team mates panicking, the flight attendant yelling at them to sit down and put their oxygen masks in, then she had been catapulted off the plane as they collided against something, the entire wall gone, the flight attendant gone, half of his team gone. Dead. Falling from the sky at who knows how many miles per hour but Buck knew that they weren’t going to survive the fall.

He looked behind him, three seats behind him, where a pair of panicked brown eyes were already looking at him. The last thing he saw before he passed out was Eddie mouthing “I love you”.

Trick or treat into my bag of wips 🎃🖤

[runraerun]

@fkinkindagauche @stervrucht Lmao the way ya’ll can sense the danger Eddie is in after insinuating Billy’s “small”. 😭😭😭

And you’re completely correct. He’s cooked. So here’s a snippet:

Find the Word

How it works: Search for the words assigned to you in your latest WIP(s) and post snippets that include those words! Then choose four words & tag others to do the same!

I was tagged by the wonderful @medusapelagia ! Thank you for thinking of meee🥹💕

My words were: holiday, sun, breath, & family

Holiday: (from an upcoming chapter of Easy as 123) (Harringrove)

Billy wasn’t stupid, despite what Neil had tried to drill into his head. On the few occasions he was home for a holiday or a birthday or some shit, he had seen the signs. He’d watched the way Susan gave Neil a wide berth when she passed him by, how her hand shook all the time, how she only ever wore long sleeves now… she was Neil’s newest outlet for his rage. The shiny new scapegoat that could be blamed for everything bad that happened in his goddamn life. God forbid his dad ever take responsibility for his own shit. No, it was always someone else’s fault.

Sun: (from my Eddie Big Bang) (Steddie)

Normally, Eddie would take the opportunity to gawk at Steve’s divine, shirtless form, but in this moment he’s a defeated man. Beaten down. He doesn’t deserve to look at those hairy, sun-kissed pecs.

Breath: (from an upcoming chapter of Bonafide Lovin’) (Mungrove)

Eddie sucks in a quick breath, frustration boiling over, “I just… I just don’t get why you won’t ever let me return the favour—it doesn’t gross me out or anything. I like dicks! And, just so you know, I don’t care if you’re like, small or anything, I won’t judge, I just—”

Family: (from an upcoming chapter of Easy as 123) (Harringrove)

“You can tell me,” he prods, “c’mon twerp, spill.”

And apparently it’s all she needs.

“Danny O'connell said we weren’t a real family today at school,” Maxine whispers, like she’s nervous how he’ll will react.

Billy feels his heart sink. “What?”

—

No pressure tags: @stervrucht @dame-zoom-a-lot @camaro-and-smokes @weird-an @fkinkindagauche @bigdumbbambieyes @dragonflylady77 @ihni @sleepy-steve and literally anyone else who wants to participate. ◡̈ I never know who to tag because I don’t want to annoy yoooou

Your words, should you choose to accept, are…🥁🥁🥁🥁

• Knees • Morning • Exhale • Crush •

[raewritesf1]

tagged by @kylekirkwoods

The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.

He had made a noise that, apparently, sounded close enough to agreement since he could vaguely remember Lando cheering in the background, and now here he was with an apartment full of strangers and a growing headache.

Not even five days later, George had again found himself tangled in expensive sheets, the heavy warmth of a familiar body pinning him down, calloused fingers digging bruises into his waist, Max's teeth scraping over the skin of his throat. 

tagging: @midwestgp @crimsonicarus @landoom and anyone else who would like to participate!

[goneinsecondsxo]

thoroughfare for the wip game 👀

wip ask game

my jerejean roadtrip fic <333 you and an anon asked, so here's a little snippet from the beginning of the fic, (i sent it to @rae-lune and was like "uhh...so i made jeremy really sad...." but what can i say? i love a sad boy sunshine character) but trust he is not sad the whole time :)

For as long as Jeremy Knox can remember, he’s been running. Not in the way one might think—not like Neil. Who at this point, Jeremy knows, was running for his entire life. No, Jeremy runs in other ways. He runs while chained in place, helplessly trying to drag the weight of his past around his ankle without ever actually getting anywhere.  And even if he were to break free of it all, what would the point be? Does he even deserve it? Perhaps it’s for the best, that he’s chained here for now.

[beach-bears-surfer-girl]

My Record Store Day Rock-afire album review + photos of the pamphlet inside

I’ve been jokingly calling this “Gee Our Second Album” since its release was teased, but in reality it is technically the 3rd Rock-afire album release if you count Homely For Christmas on cassette. I was able to pick up my own copy this morning, thanks to a local record store!

Something I LOVE about the RSD Rae album is that you can swap the front image out for your favorite character. There’s one for every band member, even including Looney, Rolfe, and Earl by himself. Of course, I’m displaying the Beach Bear one. The ad with Fatz on the back of the record casing itself is so cute!!

To me, the tracklist is strange. From the beginning, I assumed that it would be all originals, but then you have a couple of parodies like Banana Hill which kind of throw it off. This has also already had a record release. Despite consisting of mostly originals, they did not include two of my favorite Rae originals (that being Oh Dawn and Strain Your Brain.) I’m kind of surprised, but Oh Dawn is kind of a more personal song and isn’t popular so I understand why. My biggest gripe is probably that there’s no Shalisa Mitzi featured, despite her being such a popular and iconic character.

I believe one of the songs, “It’s Time To Go” was actually preformed for the Rae bar. It’s kind of interesting to see it featured on the album of all places. I’m super excited to see the Rae get a 3rd album release but the track list, especially with the newer stuff, is so, different?

The ending track is just called “Antioch vocalizing” and it sounds exactly like you’d think. Best track tbh. 10/10.

My overall review: It’s cool. Finally, a mainstream physical Rae release. If you’re not a super fan or record collector though, I would say that I recommend “Gee Our First Album” more. It doesn’t have the same cool art or character photos, but it does have the history and charm.

The pamphlet inside is written by Aaron and all of the other VAs are credited. I will post pictures of it below the cut so that you can read the snippets and hopefully get as much of a kick out of it as I did. Overall I’m super happy to have this and will be displaying it!!

[barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting]

Thursday Snippet

thanks for tagging me @rae-lune!

Here's a little snippet from my sapphic wolfstar college au, (which was supposed to be a one shot but i'm actually incapable of shutting up), the first chapter of which can be found on ao3 as of today.

“Remus! Hey, Remus!”

Remus looks up from where she’s fumbling with her keys and drops them completely, mouth going dry as Sirius Black skips up beside her, her shiny pink lips parted around a smile. 

Those captivating gray eyes with their long, impossibly thick lashes flick between her own before she bends over to grab her keys, giving Remus a split-second view of her cleavage when the front of her loose tank top gapes open. She stares, wide eyed and startled, at the expanse of creamy white skin between the valley of her breasts, some distant part of her brain screaming at her to stop being a fucking degenerate, letting her gaze travel all the way down to her pierced navel, some sort of charm dangling from the bottom that nearly brings her to her knees at the sight of it.

She feels like she’s been punched in the gut as Sirius straightens and tugs at the hem of her top, the neckline going low enough for a moment that she can see a tiny little beauty mark at the top of her breast, lungs burning as she quickly averts her eyes before anyone can notice the way she’s, quite literally, drooling over the girl in front of her, frantically swallowing the excessive amount of moisture in her mouth.

“I have something I wanted to ask you,” Sirius says with a coy smile, taking no notice of the way she’s struggling to take a breath, swiping her into her bedroom and cracking the door open before sticking her foot in the small gap so that it won’t close and lock again. Remus glances down briefly and her eyes catch on her maroon painted toenails sticking out of the top of her fuzzy slipper, internally bemoaning the fact that even her fucking feet are cute. “You have a car, right?”

“Mhm,” she answers distractedly, tugging at her septum piercing and hiking the strap of her bag up on her shoulder before she reaches out to put her hand on the door, pushing it wide open so that the edge isn’t digging into the side of Sirius’ foot, revealing the messy contents of her room. “Yeah, why?”

Sirius glances through the doorway before she sinks her perfectly straight white teeth into her plush bottom lip, leaning forward until they’re nearly touching, close enough that Remus can smell the scent of whatever products she’s wearing. She’s lost in a cloud of vanilla and coconut and something fruity, her head spinning a little as she breathes it in, able to taste the artificial scent on her tongue and in the back of her throat. 

“Would it be possible for me to bother you for a ride tomorrow? I promise I’ll give you gas money and buy you lunch.”

no pressure tagging @wannabelilybriscoe @slytheerin @thistlecatfics @lifeisabitch-butimcute @lavenderhaze

[lifeisabitch-butimcute]

sunday snippet

ty for the tag @leavesthatarebrown!! i hope this satisfies your curiosity <3

Remus glared down at the boots as her wine-drunk fingers moved clumsily over the laces before giving up and rising to her knees, grabbing the sheer tights beneath Sirius’ skirt and tugging frantically at them.  “Moony,” Sirius sighed. “My shoes.” “Your shoes are a nightmare,” Remus grunted. “I think they’re stuck on your feet forever.” The tights were torn apart with a satisfying rip and Remus eagerly batted away the fabric and shoved the skirt further up Sirius’ waist. Her progress was paused when one heavy-booted foot nudged at her chest. “Shoes first, Moony,” Sirius insisted. “Feet hurt.” “Baby, I can’t.”  Sirius pushed her boot into Remus’ chest a bit more insistently, and Remus dropped back onto her heels. Something in the air shifted, then, and Sirius tilted her head curiously. Jamie, who had been watching them from beneath her lashes, paused her ministrations on Sirius’ neck. Sirius dragged her boot up from Remus’ chest and nudged it against her chin. Remus let her head tilt back.  Jamie rested her chin on Sirius’ shoulder. “You look cute on your knees,” she mused.  Sirius wiggled her foot, making Remus’ head shake from side to side with the motion. “Poor baby can’t get the laces undone,” she said with a teasing pout.  “‘M not a baby,” Remus grumbled, her cheeks flushed.  “No?” Jamie asked. “What are you then?”

more snips? np tagging: @kaaaaaaarf @moon-seas @grossdyke @sugarsnappeases @fruityindividual @foursaints @just--vi @rae-lune

[monsterrae1]

demon buck?? DEMON BUCK? please? :)

Hi! Answered here

[veganbutterchicken]

⋆˚✿˖ִ✩saturday evening snippin*ੈ‧★₊˚

Thank you sm for the tag @rae-lune <33

I'm currently writing something for the @moonyfest and r/s big bang, so most of my writing is top secret for now, but here's something I started ages ago. Enjoy a little snippet of Sirius falling hard for a half-polish, restaurant owner Remus.

When the light drizzle morphed into pouring rain, Sirius’ eyes fell on the restaurant on the opposite side of the street. The front had the most dated, unappealing design ever, but it was the only place in Sirius’ field of vision that had living, breathing people inside. Perhaps going there and waiting for the rain to pass was his only reasonable choice. The bell dinged when Sirius opened the door. Despite the waitress looking at him as if he’d just escaped a top-security prison, he took a step forward and closed the door behind himself. He was trying not to shiver or drip water too much, but it wasn’t exactly up to him. The table in the corner was the only one that had spare seats left. He took off his wet coat and hung it on the back of the chair and then sat down. Sirius was given a menu in an instant, the plastic sheet slapped on his table by a blonde girl a little younger than him. She said she’d give him time, but then she was back before he could even read through the whole thing. “Strawberry pierogi,” he said, wondering if it was a good idea — he craved something meaty and fatty that would warm him up inside, but he was also plagued by a memory of Regulus telling him how important it was to lessen meat consumption. He wanted to do good today, to defy the forces that were telling him otherwise. “Is this everything?” she asked. “Yes.” At the same moment the waitress disappeared in the kitchen, Sirius felt his phone buzz against his thigh. He reached into his pocket. Peter: where are you??? Peter: the gig has already started Peter: and the drinks are good Sirius didn’t get to text Peter back and inform that he’ll be late, because his fingers went limp, his brain ceased to exist a little and he couldn’t stop his phone from slipping from his grip and falling down on the table when a man came out of the staff room. He was the kind of person Lily would call absolutely unremarkable. Had she only been here, she would’ve been perplexed about why Sirius was so wonderstruck about a man yet again, and the two of them would’ve bickered endlessly about the situation. His hair was the most common shade of blonde ever. Despite his ridiculous height, the cable-knit sweater he wore had sleeves too long for his arms. But the detail that caught Sirius’ attention the most was that he looked as if he didn’t want to be here. Those men were always Sirius’ type, but even with that in mind Sirius thought he must’ve dented his head somewhere along the process of getting here, because meeting someone looking this close to perfect simply wasn’t possible in real life.

np tags: @marigold-hills @magicbeings @annaliza999 @quiethauntings @goldenprophetwrites @tealeavesandtrash @wylanlupin