#random snippet

[xi-vz]

For the longest time Shang Qinghua was convinced he was in a coma. This transmigration was all in his sick and pathetic head. He wondered if his body were on life support. He wondered why his parents hadn’t pulled the plug.

Because there was no other reason as to why he was reborn into the book that he never got to finish. None of this was real, it was a stupid cultivation world that a 20-something year old started and a 30-something year old died trying to finish. A decade of his life wasted on Proud Immortal Demon Way. And this was what he had to show for it—a weak golden core and the feeling that if he fell off of his sword while flying he’d finally wake up.

These were thoughts he had sometimes, late at night when insomnia made him its bitch.

Or when he sat in a Peaking Lord meeting.

Or when he was on secret mission for Mobei-Jun.

What was it called when a person felt like nothing in their life was real? —Depersonalization-derealization disorder. (Self-diagnosed because Google couldn’t do it for him.) (Man, he missed the internet.)

(Was this depression? Was he suffering from depression?)

Shang Qinghua was his real name, the one he had in his previous life. What he hated was that he played his own self-insert! What was the point of this? He had been electrocuted and died! (Maybe.) Was this divine punishment? But how could that be when he was the fucking God of this world?

A helpless God. One that has been banished from heaven with a shackle around his neck.

(He couldn’t eat noodles for the longest time once he was able to eat solids in this life. The irony was that his new family owned a noodle shop…maybe it wasn’t irony, maybe The System was just a sadistic asshole.)

This wasn’t one of those “choose your own path” stories. He was born in Gusu, the fourth son—and the youngest of nine—in a family that could barely feed every mouth. He and two of his siblings went with a cultivator because they showed promise. His sisters went to Lotus Pier, and he would’ve gone with them if The System wasn’t a dickhead.

They wrote him sometimes. He was a Peak Lord, his family probably bragged about him to anyone who would listen. Apparently he made them proud. Sometimes, when he remembered, he sent money back home to them. His parents had done their best with him, better than his last pair. They were owed something for it.

Where was this going?

It didn’t matter. The fact was that Shang Qinghua felt as if this whole thing were just a really piss poor version of The Matrix. Maybe his own version? If not for Mobei-Jin’s beautiful chest, he’d consider this hell.

[fangbangerghoul]

Sleepyheads

Fandom: Starfield Ship: Sam Coe/f!spacefarer Rated: PG13? WC: 473 Summary: Quick snippet of a random idea I had while listening to Mac Miller

“Darlin.” The breathy sigh tickled her cheek as she woke to the gentle embrace of strong arms and the scratchy rub of stubble from her bed companion, Sam Coe. The lights weren’t on within the cabin yet and she wondered what time it could be back on New Atlantis. “I hope I wasn’t awakened for the hell of it.” She complained softly before twisting herself to see the dirty blonde hair man. He was looking just as ruffled as she felt and she hoped he wasn’t paying attention to the small sleepy crusts that had gathered in the wrinkles of her eyes. “Never,” He leaned in for a soft kiss on her cheek while the hand that held her tight rubbed little circles with his thumb. There was that heavy warmth in the pit of her stomach whenever he took light care of her. His affections never went unappreciated and she returned the gesture with a little rougher than anticipated kiss. Her lips hungry for his and her tongue eager to explore past his morning breath. She broke it with her fingers entangled in his loose hair, guiding him with care away from her. “Then an explanation would be lovely, least before you think you can just get away with your crimes.” “My crimes?” A cat like grin spread across his face with curiosity and amusement. “Yes, the crime of ruining my beauty sleep.” She chuckled at how adorable the space cowboy looked as the accused. “I need every minute I can get.” “I beg to differ.” There was a subtle growl in his throat before he leaned again to steal another taste of her, showering her rapidly with little kisses before stopping himself. She could feel how hard it was for him to stop himself, that was something they had in common. She was ready to devour him. “We’ve arrived at our destination.” He sighed, running his fingers through her loose curls and admiring the lovely, picturesque companion he had in front of him. She closed her eyes and enjoyed how his fingers gently pulled at the strands of her hair and soothed her scalp from tension. “Then I suppose we should gather our gear and start the survey.” She said hesitantly, part of her wanting to stay in this position for as long as possible. Another artifact could wait in her mind. “If that’s what the captain wishes.” Sam leaned forward to plant one more kiss on Carmilla’s forehead before sitting up on the edge of the bed, grabbing his scatter clothes. Carmilla’s eyes traced the faded scars on his back and how his muscles contracted while he moved. She wished for anything other than what they had to do but there was a mission to complete. Soon she followed him in the process of getting ready, reluctantly starting the day.

[browneyesandhair]

Bridgerton Drabble

"So, Eloise mentioned something interesting the other day," Penelope said as she and Colin were standing on the fringes of the dancefloor.

Colin hummed in answer, as his eyes scanned the room.

"She said you haven't dated anyone since Marina years ago. I thought she was exaggerating, but there really hasn't been anyone, has there?"

Colin's eyes immediately cut to hers and watched her face warily. "No."

"But, why? Hasn't anyone caught your eye?" Penelope asked, she nudged his arm with her elbow.

Colin's face didn't break into a smile and he didn't engage with her playfulness. "You told me not to come after you. So, I didn't. But I wasn't going to waste anyone else's time."

Penelope's nose scrunched. "That doesn't make any sense."

"It makes perfect sense." Colin countered.

"It's not like you're in love with me." Penelope scoffed.

"No, I'm not going to let you shrug this off," Colin stepped closer to her after a cursory look to see if anyone had noticed. "Why wouldn't I be in love with you, Penelope."

Penelope blinked in the face of ... was that anger?

[soleminisanction]

I like imagining Taash responding to the more messed-up parts of my Rooks' headcanoned backstories the way they do to the fucked-up bits of the other companions' quests. They're comforting in their bluntness.

"My adopted family was great, but the neighbors treated me like a servant at best and a house pet at worst. This one time, when I was a teenager, I got too close to a Dalish camp, and one of their hunters pinned me to the ground and threatened to 'dock my ears' unless I 'went crawling back to my master like a good little lap dog.'"

"That's fucked up."

"Yeah, it was. Thanks Taash."

[amorinthewater]

James is irrevocably in love with Regulus. He knows that Regulus is it for him. There’s no one else and no one else compares. He has known this and he can’t move past it. He wishes he could obliviate himself.

There’s a party, everyone seems to be here. James is leaning at a corner, drink in hand and head spacing out. His brain is on Regulus Black. He can see him from this corner of the room. Regulus and his friends are gathering on a sofa, drinks all around, laughter flooding the space. Pandora waves at James when she sees him gazing Regulus. Regulus turns his face to see who Pandora is waving at. Their eyes meet and Regulus gives him a small smile. James lifts his glass to greet him and then Regulus returns his attention to his friends. Some time later, Regulus finds him.

“Hi!”

“Hi, Reg.”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Hmmm…”

“When are you going to scoop me into an empty room and take me?”

“Where is this coming from, Reg?”

“I’ve been waiting for you to make a move on me.”

”I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Regulus leans forward, lips touching his ear, “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

“How do I look at you?”

“Like you want me.”

“A lot of people want you.”

“It’s true. But I don’t want them like I want you.”

“Don’t play.”

“Who says I’m playing? I know what I want, do you?”

“I do.”

“Why don’t you reach out and grab it?”

“Why don’t you grab what you want?”

“I’ve been bold enough for one night.”

“Why today?”

“I can’t take it anymore.”

“What?”

”Your stares.”

“That obvious?”

“Yes but I’ve had years to get used to it.”

”If you knew why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you might outlast it.”

“What? You?”

“Your obsession with me.”

“It’s alive and kicking.”

“Then… show me.”

“I’ve avoided you for this long for a reason.”

“What’s the reason, James?”

“It doesn’t matter Reg, I won’t bend to your will.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you would destroy me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’ll chew me up and spit me out and I won’t know what to do with all the little pieces of me.”

“You’re that afraid?”

“Oh, I’m mortified.”

“I thought you were brave.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t show.”

“Not as you might assume. I've mustered the courage to keep my distance from you for years and I’ll continue to brave through for the rest of my life, if I must.”

“Don't you want to seize it?”

“I do. Oh, how I do. But I won’t, Regulus. I won’t do that to myself.”

“I assure you, I won't falter or give in.”

“I know you won’t, but you will break me.”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?”

“More than anything.”

“More than having me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand…”

“I’m a simple man, Reg. I love carelessly and blindly. I don’t play games and I don’t lie. I’ll give myself to you and you will shy in my intent. You’ll think it’s too much. It will feel like everything and it will overwhelm you. And you’ll regret it and you’ll hurt me for it. You’ll grow tired of me and my affections and you’ll resent me. And because I’m soft and caring, I’ll tolerate it and endure it. And then, bit by bit, piece by piece you’ll have your way with me and I’ll let you. You’ll make me pay and that’s when it starts, although all the signs were there prior and I could see them. I will still think I caused it and push you away. I will retreat into myself and you’ll ignore me and I’ll never grow out of it because I’ve never had a chance. Since the very beginning. And I won’t do that to myself.”

He drains the last dregs of his drink, closes his eyes, and lets out a heavy sigh before silently exiting the room. Regulus is left behind, his chest heaving and tears welling in his eyes.

[writingwife-83]

Character A: I’m not in love with you, ok? And what’s more, I never will be. There’s nothing here between us. You need to stop waiting for something that will never happen, and just move on.

Character B: …

Character A: well, say something.

Character B: That’s was a nice speech. Very well said. Tell me, when you were planning it out… did you actually convince yourself that it was true?

[caissa-scribbles]

Restlessly, Gajeel ran his fingers over the ground. Deep down in the rock he could feel traces of ore, but it was more a whisper than a call. Aluminium, probably. Or nickel.

He sighed. It had been ages since he had last eaten raw iron, unsmelted, freshly broken from the intestines of the earth. A taste that evoked memories from a time when things had been easy and full of wonder. His thoughts digressed...

"C'mon, eat already. Yer crammin' down all kinds of stuff all the time."

The boy weighs the grey-black lump in his scratched hand, pulling a face.

"You can't eat rocks."

With an indignant snorting, the dragon gives the boy a mighty slap on the back of his head, thus making him tip forward, lengthways into the dust.

"Moron! Tha's not a rock, it's hematite. Iron ore. Eat."

The kid gets back up, defiantly crossing his arms but without letting go of the rock.

"But you can't eat iron either!"

"Yes, we can, you and I. 'S nothin' better. Now, try!"

To prove his point, the dragon bites a clashing hole into the rock wall, which is covered in reddish brown sediment, and crunches the ore with delight. The rumbling and tumbling from his mouth sounds like a debris avalanche thundering down the slope towards them, but the boy is not afraid.

He turns the nugget to and fro. Eating dirt is something he doesn't mind. The villagers' wastes were always dirty. And sometimes, when his hunger had been unbearable and there had been nothing edible to be found, he had chewed on leaves and twigs from the forest floor or nibbled on tree barks like a deer.

Now there is always plenty of food. Real food. The dragon takes care of that.

Doubtfully, he lifts the lump and sinks his teeth into it.

The raw ore crunches in his mouth like sand, the brittle crumbs scratch his tongue.

But it tastes good. Warm and bloody and sweet like the meat of a freshly killed animal.

Never in his life has he eaten something so amazing.

He craves more.

More.

Greedily, he wolfs down the pieces of ore the chuckling dragon keeps knocking out of the rock wall for him, chews and gulps, gulps an chews as if he were starving.

Small chips tear open his palate and throat. His stomach burns, but he can't stop eating. Rusty saliva is dripping from the corners of his mouth.

And then the iron starts to sing in his veins. The force within him, which he can now call all by himself, shouts its jubilant response as if it had already waited for the iron to come. Magic, the dragon said, not some devilish power. It bubbles up like a geyser, roars through his blood like a waterfall until he's all dizzy.

The skin on his bare arms begins to prickle as iron scales burst out from it. His legs, his face, his ribcage under the ragged tunic. Everything turns into iron. But not cold and rigid. Flexible and warm and hard like the dragon's hide, the dragon who is so strong and invulnerable.

He wonders, might he be as strong as the dragon now, too?

He grabs the nearest chunk of hematite with both hands and breaks it apart as easily as if it were but a piece of bread. The boy beams all over his face.

Next to him, the dragon bursts out into a booming laughter until little pieces of gravel drizzle down the rock wall, a garnet ember sparkling in his dark eyes. His huge paw slams the boy against his armoured chest, but this time, the tough hug hardly hurts.

"Hah! Tha's my brat!"

And suddenly the boy understands: the dragon is proud of him. For the first time in his life, somebody is proud of him.

Now he wants to eat even more iron.

[agustscribbles]

Found this in my old diary

[baphymittens]

The woman lifts her head slightly, eyes meeting the uniquely red and gold-colored ones of the larger demon in front of her. The two sit comfortably across from each other, legs crossed. "Hey, uh..." She takes a moment, trying to find the right words. "Would it be okay if I touched your hand? I was kind of curious about..."

Wukong holds out his hand to her without question. He wiggles his clawed fingers in front of her face momentarily before letting out a very monkey-like laugh. Lowering his hand palm up, he makes a grabbing gesture for her own hand.

Letting out a huff she smiles slightly, her own hand hovering just above his for a moment before touching him. Doing so her fingertips gently brush the top of his warm and surprisingly soft skin. Her touch is filled with a sense of wonder. She takes her time tracing the intricate patterns of his palm, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Looking up she tries to gauge the monkey's reaction.

She notices that his smile is wider than before, revealing more of his sharp teeth. There was a sense of excitement on his face. Smiling in return, slowly she slid her fingers up to his own. Holding her palm and fingers against his, she measured the difference in size. Understandably his own palm was wider, and his fingers much longer. She couldn't help but feel small compared to him.

His hand felt strong and sure like he could never let go if he wanted. She could feel his strength in her own hand as if she were being enveloped in a safe cocoon. The feeling was surreal, and she wanted to revel in it for a while longer. His eyes were still locked with hers, and she felt the intensity of his gaze wash over her. As if in a trance, she was completely captivated by him.

Fingers slowly closing around hers, he gently took her smaller hand and squeezed it. When she squeezed his hand back, she couldn't help but marvel at the fact that she could touch The Monkey King at all.

[enchantedlandcoffee]

"Louis?"

"Harry, I need to tell you something..."

"10, 9-"

"What?"

"I..."

"6, 5, 4-"

"What?!"

"3, 2, 1-"

"I'm still in love with you!"

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

[westbrook-writings]

A Joke I Might Never Use

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[afinepricklypear]

Another random snippet I found in my writing folders, no clue when or why I wrote it...

When the time comes to untether my body from my mind and slip the skin off my shoulders and let the tangential fall away, I will bound into the Aether free of the silky threads that tangle me in with reality. Because – did you know? - dreams are as real as anything you can touch, although they are made of stardust that slips out of your fingers when you try to hold them too tight.

[owlete666]

Every night I have the same dream: I am walking in an unknown city, in a crowd of faceless people. As I wander through the sea of people, I see a man in black holding an umbrella. Suddenly, they all face at my direction and tell me, "You should wake up."

[hueynomure]

His love curls around you like barbed wire, keeping you safe and protected - as long as you don't move too much.

[thephilosophyofstars]

"Mm, it's wrong to think of this world as fair, because that would be saying everyone is fair to everyone and that is wrong," Taraka started to talk, head tipped towards the ceiling. "But, there's give or take. For example, remember when I told you about me putting my worth on my siblings?"

Hayu waited for him to continue, but he only did after she nodded her head.

"In a way, that is me putting a burden on them. In another, that is also them putting a burden on me. Is it fair? No. Is it some kind of give or take? Yes." At that, Taraka leaned forward, his elbows on the table and fingers weaved to support his chin. "To live, you have to give to people, but you also have to take your fill from them. Sometimes it will be fair, sometimes less so, but it will always be a circle and that's what's important."

"Wait," Hayu chimed in when there was a pause. "How can it be less fair if you give and you take?"

Tarak shrugged. "Sometimes you can take less or more, give less or more. Sometimes it's the other person who does that. Most of the time, it'll be fair when it's between strangers or lukewarm relationships and it'll be less fair when two people are closer."

"Uh." She tried to wrap her head around the concept. "How so…?"

"Imagine this. I will give you a plate of food, maybe two slices of toast and an egg. The next day, since we're not close and you're afraid the food will cost you something, you give some food to me. The chances are bigger that you give me the same amount of food as I gave you the day before."

"That's … I guess that makes sense. But when it comes to someone anxious like me, wouldn't it be the same whether or not the person is close to me? I would be afraid of owing too much to them anyway."

Taraka tapped his finger to the table, his expression thoughtful. "I suppose when it comes to giving, people would generally say that they wouldn't differentiate people. But, back to the previous example. If I gave you food, would you accept a plate just like that? Would you question me or try to refuse because it's a burden to cook for you?"

"Oh, I wouldn't dare assume that," Hayu said. "If it's someone like you, they won't do anything they don't want. If you offered me food out of the blue, I'd first assume you're just in the rare mood to do so."

"Correct. Good. Now imagine the same scenario, but replace me with Binatri. Would you take all of the food she offers you? Would you give back the same amount, or more? Would you even take it at all?"

"No, I–" She blinked. The answer was instinctive, pulled out of her like a coiled spring that was finally released. Her forehead formed creases. "I would give back to her more."

Taraka waved his hand at her, as if saying 'there you go'. "And like that, it's already unfair. But there's still a circle of give and take going on, so it's mostly fine. If you're starting to give more and more but feeling bad to take anything back, the circle will break and your sense of self will be lost. The other way around is also the same."

(Taraka and Hayu talking)

[carebeardean]

modern!charles would text edwin pictures of, like, otters holding paws with the caption “u & me :—)” & those “me when I look at u:🥹🥰😭” memes Before he even realizes he wants to kiss Edwin on the mouth, btw. edwin thinks he is the Loveliest Best Friend of All Time & saves each & every one to his camera roll