#snippet dropping

[yallthemwitches]

It still needs a few more edits but hoping to have Ch.2 of CTW2.0 up tomorrow. It's been ages since I’ve written James POV!!! Anyway, here's a snippet because I have no self control:

“Right, so if a boy–hypothetically of course—fancied a girl for ages…made a complete fool of himself around her…dreamed about her sweet embrace…” “Pads.” “—how would he go about gaining her friendship in a way that says he isn’t trying to shag her guts out right now, but would very gladly and enthusiastically do so in the future if she became amenable to the idea.” Bertha blinks, flushing a deeper red. “I-I’m sorry. What was the question?”  Sirius sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for fucks—James wants to be Evans’ friend. Please educate him.”

[aroaceleovaldez]

i have suddenly become obsessed with a theme that HoO established but never proceeded to extrapolate on, which is:

You are Percy Jackson, and you have been swapped with a boy who was allegedly everyone's favorite person, but they have decided to replace him with you. They just met you. You stand next to his best friend and the people he's known his entire life. In his home. In his cloak. In his place. They stopped looking for him.

You are Jason Grace, and you have just found out you have a long lost sister who completely replaced you in her life with this girl you just met. Your lives and personalities are mirrors. She is you, living the life you were robbed of.

You are Annabeth Chase, and you have just become starkly aware that you have been inhabiting the void left behind by your best friend's long lost brother. You and Luke were just replacements for him. Now you have to look him in the eyes when he has nothing and know you took that life from him.

You are Piper McLean, and you have just found out your relationship is fake and built entirely on the memories of Annabeth Chase. You have been given a boyfriend when hers has been taken away. You have no idea how much of it is real or not but regardless you feel like if your relationship isn't exactly in their image that you have failed.

You are Leo Valdez, and you have just learned that you are the echo of your great-grandfather. You are not your own person. You just exist to be a mirror of him. A doppelganger. An actor and stunt double facing all the danger he never had to but wearing his face. To be there for his best friend decades later simply because he couldn't. You are playing a role. A seventh wheel and a pawn for a goddess who carefully sculpted your entire life for her own purposes.

You are Hazel Levesque, and the only reason you are alive is because your brother couldn't save your his sister. You are a consolation prize. An apology. Your existence here is misplaced in every way but you inhabit it anyways.

You are Frank Zhang, and you are a shapeshifter. Inhabiting your own body feels strange and clumsy when you could be literally anything at any time. You are anything and everything and live your life with the simple certainty of knowing exactly how you will die.

[frownyalfred]

okay but the delicious angst of Batman and Robin getting trapped in a collapse or some other situation where an agonized Bruce is the only thing holding up the rubble/a piece of concrete on his back above an injured Dick, playing at being Superman by holding a superhuman amount of weight on his shoulders because if he lets go, they’ll both be crushed? and Dick wakes up, instantly clocks the situation, and knows that the only thing he can do to help is talk Bruce through it. to distract him long enough for someone to find them. to keep going, B, you can do it—

[bunnykaye]

Bridgerton 3x07 | Joining of Hands written by Geetika Tandon Lizardi Script-To-Screen (5/?) (script courtesy of the Writers Guild Foundation Shavelson-Webb Library)

[uniquethingtastemaker]

This came from Silver's Dreaming of You fanfic:

"Sebek, you're worried about sullying Malleus and Lilia's name, right? Well, you don't have to. You've already done it," you state.

Lilia chokes on air, grabbing onto your shoulder to stabilize himself. Malleus's eyes widen in surprise. Silver gives a sharp inhale. Sebek gapes at you in shock before puffing himself up and yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY I SULLY MY MASTERS' NAMES, YOU IMPUDENT HUMAN!?!?" he bellows.

You turn to Lilia.

"This is what I'm talking about. He's acting racist," you start.

(You're welcome)

[aliferous-ly]

The magic of hermitcraft was way different than that of empires. For one, they didn't call it magic, and many scoffed at the very concept. Magic, on hermitcraft. That was for those modded worlds, not here on vanilla.

Joel, who'd used empires magic to grow to giant size and become a god, could tell that there was magic here. It was just... different.

Some of it was similar, if not the same: they could change their shape to match their aesthetic, like Lizzie becoming a cat or ocean queen, like Impulse becoming a dwarf or cybernetic future... guy. They could make life out of nothing, like that Grumbot guy he'd heard about, and of course his beloved Hermes.

But here the world didn't twist to their whims. Shubble's witchcraft would never work on hermitcraft, nor would that one demon guy from season one have much of an effect at all. So many hermits didn't put much substance in fwoopy, unclear magic-y sparkles, so the world didn't support it. They twisted the world to match their visions. Tango built a functioning factory using the laws of the world. It was huge and complex and would never have been built on empires. That wasn't even getting into whatever Doc or Zed were up to. Frankly, Joel liked sticking to his skyscrapers instead of testing the bounds of their world.

Still. It bugged him, because on empires he could have just built a car structure and boom, mustang for Joel Smallishbeans. But here he'd have to make like, an actual motor.

Joel leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and grumbled. Stupid hermits and their stupid redstone. Why couldn't life be easy.

[stevebabey]

coming soon my sweet peas 🫶

edit; here ya go, one order of tooth-rotting fluff

[thisblogdoesnotexisg]

silverborn spoilers ahead

i can't wait for jupiter to accompany morrigan to one of her lessons. like he expects it to be all serious and solemn, with squall absolutely belligerent if morrigan makes one mistake, and it's just. banter. between a 14 year old and a mass murderer. who are coincidentally some of the most powerful people alive.

[personallysunny]

Don't mind Wither's chest

Idk why I drew it but ngl is funni

[lacebird]

"And when the mothership draws the curtain, I hope she beams me right up next to you"

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Lifeguard (Discord Drabble)

"What ever could be the matter, my dearest companion?"

Eddie huffs and folds his arms. He can hear Robin's shit-eating grin behind him. Buckley is practically breathing down his neck, probably relishing in his bristling demeanour as he looks out over the chaos of Hawkins Public Pool on a hot summer's day.

When he discovered that his new boyfriend – Steve Harrington, The Hair, The Myth, The Legend himself – would resume his old position as head lifeguard at the local pool, Eddie figured it would be a lot different to this.

Steve's glistening suntanned skin. Eddie lathering up all that musculature with copious amounts of sunblock. That hairy chest heaving with exertion. His boyfriend acting like the real hero he is. That Speedo, stuffed full from every angle, plump ass to girthy –

"You are so pathetic," Robin laughs, playfully slapping Eddie on his (light lobster-red) shoulder as she comes into view.

"Shut up," he hisses, more at the sting of his skin – even if he did use an absurd amount of sunblock on himself.

"No need to flash those sad doe eyes at me," Robin chuckles, "How about I buy you an ice cream for your troubles?"

Eddie hums as he looks up at Steve, perched like a King on the lifeguard tower at the far end of the pool.

"I guess I could sit by Rapunzel's Tower and deep-throat a popsicle..."

"Maybe not that," Robin grimaces but links their arms nonetheless, "I have a much better idea. Come on, I think we'd better move our towels into the shade."

Eddie follows along, ignoring Robin's tone and her clear gawking at the colour of his shoulders. Instead, he watches Steve, enamoured now as his boyfriend peers over the top of his Wayfarers to look down at a bunch of dweebs causing a ruckus with excessive splashing. They are clearly bothering a mother wading with her kid at the shallow end and Steve shuffles forward in his seat.

Eddie gulps as he thinks – nay, hopes – that Steve's teeny-tiny red Speedo is riding up a little.

Steve readies his whistle and Eddie grins. He loves it when Steve gets all bossy.

He licks his lips as he conjures up ways to maybe get Steve to use that whistle on him.

But he doesn't get time to think up any kind of scheme because, in a flash, Eddie feels water splashing against his feet. Upon realising he is indeed a mere inch from the edge of the pool, Eddie turns, only to catch a glimpse of Robin's wicked smile.

And then he is falling.

The last thing Eddie hears before he falls into the pool is Robin's delighted shrieks calling for Steve's heroics.

[racingghost]

Moodboard Week | Day 7

University AU

Finally done with this! I have no snippet this time, but I have a new chapter of the ongoing fic of this AU here.

It's mostly comedy. A touch of horror. Was supposed to be a romance instead.

Anyway, the writing skills may not be there, but the story is fun for me to write anyway because everyone's is a jerk in it. This chapter has a lot of Lewis in it, which is not the standard and who I don't know all that well, so I apologize for the probably crappy characterization. Hope I didn't butcher him too much.

[h-monayy]

i have much better things in the making but make this low effort h money edit for now

[anonao3author]

untitled fic, ch 1 - i've done a lotta things

—

"We know what you did." Superman loomed over Red Hood, every word a booming threat that if he didn't cooperate, it'd be more than his helmet smashed to pieces.

"I've done a lotta things," Red Hood said. "Ya gotta be more specific."

—

"I'm almost there, Roy, there's no need to get pissy." Jason flipped off the old woman he just passed, the one who'd been doing twenty under the speed limit since Pike Ave.

On the other end of the phone, Roy sighed. "I know, Jay-" Jason adjusted the phone, speeding up on his bike- "-worry about you. Bikers get in three times more accidents than cars. Three times!"

"Maybe 'cause their boyfriends won't stop nagging them while they're tryna-" he swerved around a pedestrian who should not have been crossing there, holy f- "-drive!"

—

His reintegration into the Batfamily had been... a little rocky, mainly on account of the whole "trying to kill Tim thing", which he would admit was definitely his fault.

—

Getting to hang out with Damian again was a plus, too. He'd met the little shit in the LOA, and they actually hit it off pretty well, in his opinion. Given, he had no idea what an actual sibling relationship was supposed to be like, but stabbing was probably normal.

All in all, the Wayne's, being one of them? It wasn't that bad.

—

It had seemed impossible, for a while.

He was finally getting his life back together.

He stepped out onto the road.

Someone stopped him.

He looked up, and was greeted with an (unfortunately) familiar face. Oliver Queen, Green Arrow, Roy's father. He was in his full Emerald Archer get-up, little green booties and all.

—

Hal slammed his hands down on the table, leaning towards Red Hood. "What do you need the money for, Hood?" He growled.

"Raising children isn't cheap, dickshit, have you seen the price of fucking sheet metal these days?"

"What does... what does sheet metal have to do with raising kids?" Clark asked, puzzled.

"My son is a picky eater."

—

Decided to try my hand at the "Batfamily meets the Justice League" trope, filled to the brim with my own headcanons and favourite dynamics. This fic is entirely self indulgent, but I'm gonna post it anyways because I'm so bored.

If you liked these snippets, you will probably like the fic (or at least the first chapter). I tried to pick out the funniest bits of the 4k ish words I wrote.

First chapter will hopefully be posted before January next year

[lifemod17]

It was so nice knowing you guys, unfortunately this ended me

I'm so dead I'm actually posting this from the great beyond. Don't forget me guys. Be sure to leave pretty flowers on my grave tyvm.

Source: @ theskimm on TikTok

[oh-no-its-bird]

treat? :3

!!!

"Please tell me you did not leave Kakashi alone with Tsunade again." Sakumo begged, and Orochimaru blinked at him, purposefully slow.

"You did not leave Kakashi alone with Tsunade." Jiraiya repeated, and Sakumo groaned as he continued. "You left him with us, and then we left him with hime."

"Only for a moment." Orochimaru added.

Behind them, Kakashi continued to stab his toy kunai into the floor, mumbling angry threats under his breath the way only a 4 year old shinobi child could.

"You both know that Tsunade is not child watching material." Sakumo stressed, and both Jiraiya and Orochimaru averted their eyes guiltily.

"She's fine with Nawaki!" Jiraiya tried, and Sakumo let out an explosive breath.

"Nawaki is a wonderful boy--"

"His sensei's influence, no doubt." Orochimaru interjected idly, examining his nails, and Jiraiya rolled his eyes. Sakumo ignored them both, repeating himself.

"--a wonderful boy, who does not try to assasinate his babysitter when she threatens to leave him in the well for an hour."

"All the more reason to put him in the well."

"Firstly, that is not my point. And secondly, you are not putting my son in the well."