#snippet thursday

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Thursday:

Giving Sig gray hairs for fun and profit (sorry, Sig, it's for a good cause)

Going with the winner of the poll here: "Damas Commits to the Bit too hard and Sig is Going To Slap Him"

Premise: Sig went on all of two missions with the Demolition Duo and decided "dibs, my rookies now, no take-backs".

"No leads on Mar yet."

Sig slouched in the corner booth, eyeing the empty bar as he spoke quietly into his talk-box. "Been trying to work out why Jak was able to talk to that Oracle in the slums. Only thing I know for sure is that it's teaching him to control all the dark eco Praxis forced into his bloodstream."

"His bloodstream?!"*

Damas sounded appalled.

"Eco outside of the core organ is some of the worst pain a hu'men can experience shy of a gut-shot! When did that happen?"

Sig clenched his teeth hard.

"Over the last two years. Snatched the kid off the street and put him through that for two years trying to make a super-soldier while Jak fought him every step of the way."

"I wish I could say that didn't sound like a logical progression of his depravity," Damas hissed on the other end of the line. "That your recruit managed to walk away from that -- let alone resist for two years -- is impressive."

There was a thoughtful note in the king's voice. He was considering something. Now was as good a time as any to try to catch him in an agreeable mood. Sig braced himself.

"...I have a request. I know you don't want to get involved in the civil war beyond runnin' guns, but-"

"Spit it out, Sig."

Sig rubbed the skin under his prosthetic eye and groaned.

"I'm...scared for Jak, man. Every time I see him, he's weaker. Kid’s about to drop over the edge of exhaustion and he keeps trudging on because he says "they" told him to. And I'm pretty sure he's talkin' about the Underground. Now, I know it's off agenda, but- I wanna follow him back. Find out whose trying to work him to death and straighten em out."

He could barely see the shrug on the monitor as Damas answered.

"Why're you asking me? He's your kid."

Something warm fluttered in Sig’s stomach and he grinned despite himself. "Yeah. I...guess he kinda is at this point, isn't he?"

The line was quiet for a few seconds. Time enough for sounds to begin emanating from the street. Then,

"When you find Mar-"

When. Not if. As if his success wasn't even in question.

"When you bring him home, bring Jak, too. I want to meet this kid in person."

"You think I'd let him and Daxter stay here?" Sig scoffed.

Just then, the door swung open, bringing with it the ottsel's familiar voice.

"I'm tellin' you, sweetheart, it's all about the pine-pears. Slice em, grill em, put em on the steak. I guarantee even Hoverboy will love it."

Tess walked in with the boys -- Sig didn't blame them for walking together. This wasn't the nicest neighborhood even without the KG -- and she giggled.

"Daxxie, I've never even had pine-pear. How am I supposed to convince Krew to put something on the menu if we can't get any?"

Jak looked worse than before. The circles beneath his eyes were deep and purple, and he looked dehydrated. Daxter perked up from his shoulders to glance in Sig’s direction.

Crap. He loved the boys, but they weren't cleared to know about Spargus yet.

"Hey, shift's gonna be starting soon, hon. Imma have to call you back."

"I beg your pardon?!" Damas sputtered.

After a beat, in which he must've heard the other voices, he sounded calmer. "Ah. You have company. Carry on."

"Yeah yeah yeah. No, I'll remember. Don't worry about it," Sig said quickly, and a little louder than necessary. "Milk, eggs, paper towels. You need me to grab anything else when I clock out?"

Jak stopped next to his table and cocked his head with a soft frown.

"Who you talkin' to?" he asked.

With a sardonic lilt, Damas’s voice grated in his ear.

"Oh, is that my "stepson"? Yeesh, he sounds rough. Tell him to take a nap."

"Tell him yourself!"

"Sure. Watch your ears."

And before he had time to brace himself, Sig had his ears ringing as Damas raised his voice and loudly called,

"Hey kid! Be good for your old man today. Take a nap when he tells you to this time."

"What the-?" Jak squinted at the talk-box.

Sig flushed scarlet from the tip of his ears to his neck when he heard the usually stoic king burst into uncontrolled cackling.

"I'm gonna round up the kids, and then I'm gonna smack you when I get home" he whispered harshly into the line.

"You wouldn't!" Damas snickered, just before ending the call, "Think of the children!"

"I am going to get him for this," Sig muttered as Jak’s face twisted in confusion.

"Who the heck is that?"

"A menace, that's who," Sig growled. "Ignore him."

Unfortunately, Jak did not.

The more time he and Daxter spent with Sig, recovering from missions under the guise of "Wastelander training", the more comfortable he became with Sig having more or less unceremoniously adopted them. And the more comfortable with Sig he got, the more accustomed he became to encrypted calls from Spargus. The ones Sig wouldn't tell him about yet.

Damas’s terrible habit of taking a Situation and running with it came back to bite them both when a message came while Sig was running perimeter check. And Jak answered the comm.

"You...are not supposed to be on this line."

To his credit, Damas kept reasonably calm.

"Where's your dad, rookie?"

"Sig's clearing the building," Jak answered with a shrug.

"I'd go grab him, but apparently broken toes disqualify you from pest control."

"Eco would fix that quickly enough."

"That's what I said!" Jak gestured vaguely towards the door. "It's not even the worst injury I've gotten in a base!"

Daxter paused on his way past Jak to the kitchen.

"That's true," he called over, "I think catching the live scatter rounds with your bare hands still holds the title on that one, pal."

"Eh." Jak made an entirely too casual shrug.

"Now, don't tell me you were juggling ammunition," Damas said, with a bit of mild reproof under the dry tone.

"The kid tried to channel em," Jak defended himself, "Slight burns or crabby toddler with super strength? Definitely could have been worse. Sig freaked out over that one, too."

Damas’s face went blank very abruptly.

"What toddler."

The door opened, and Jak glanced over.

"Oh, hey Sig. Your "it's complicated" is on the comm."

Sig made a very amusing impression of a fish out of water. He rushed across the room and snatched the talk-box.

"You don't have clearance for my comm, cherry! You know that!"

"What?" Jak asked indignantly, even as Sig propelled him out of the room.

"It's just that stepdad guy! What's the big deal?"

Sig glared at the box. "You did this."

Damas barely noticed. "He can stay, I need to clear something up with him."

If looks could kill, Damas would have been shaking hands with his ancestors at that moment.

"Out. Go run your weapons drills." Sig waved the boys away.

"Well so much for being consistent with him," Damas needled.

Another discreetly murderous glance was aimed at the camera lens.

"Are you serious right now."

"Jak may have information about Mar's location, Sig. I'm dead serious."

Sig snapped back to look at Jak so quickly that Jak was afraid he was going to get whiplash.

Jak blinked.

"Uh...we're not talking about the dead city founder guy, are we? Because I don't know where he is, but the old lady is making me look, so I can probably get you intel later."

*"Toddler,"* Damas corrected tightly, "Green hair, wearing an amulet of Mar. Powerful but uncontrolled channeling potential. Would be about four now."

Jak relaxed. "Oh, him! Yeah, I dropped him off with Vin at the power station because the Shadow was letting him play in the street again."

The combined stares of his semi-legal guardian and the man on the tiny screen left him fidgeting uncomfortably.

"....what?"

[spiderraeken]

snippet thursday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess <3

The clang of the metal ladder echoed loudly throughout the kitchen, the side of it slamming onto the tiled floor harshly. Liam winced and let out a groan as he pulled himself up from where he'd fallen, one hand coming up to rub at the spot on his forehead that had smacked into one of the metal rungs. All he'd been trying to do was get a bowl from the top shelf where the house's resident giraffe of an alpha left it but, just like everything that had happened today, it had fallen apart. 

His entire body stiffened when he heard the front door opened and then let out a silent curse when the familiar scent of incense wafted over to him. He scrambled upward, grabbing the ladder with the grace of a bull in a china shop, and hoped to god that Brett wouldn't realize what had just happened. 

"Liam?"

Shit.

Liam frantically tried to assemble the ladder together correctly so that it wasn't crumpled and barely managed to get it upright before Brett walked in, a dubious look on his face. The alpha glanced at the ladder and then looked back down at Liam.

"Did you fall again?" he asked, the question immediately causing Liam to sputter like a rusty old engine. The sound made Brett grin and he meandered over to where Liam was standing by the counter, his entire demeanor infuriatingly serene.

His hand lifted up to touch the metal rung right next to Liam's head, essentially caging him in on one side, and gave him one of those irritating little smirks that meant he was about to be a shithead, and then said, "Didn't you learn from the last time?"

Liam's eyes widened, flared, and then narrowed in rapid succession before he growled and shoved Brett off of him, his arm reaching out to grab the aforementioned tool. He dragged it over to the closet next to the fridge and shoved it inside forcefully, fully content to never look at it again.

no pressure tagging @equallyloyalandlethal @outcastpack @transdunbar @snaeken @akirasstories @awinnn23 @bookwyrm07 @blue-hair-and-angels @xtarmanderx

[reniscribbles]

I nearly forgot to post a snippet for tomorrow's Fanfic Friday!! Sorry my friends!

Here it is:

‼️Spoiler Alert‼️

CHAPTER 46 OF "Unlikely Friends":

Diane watched as Rick and Fred put on a playful concert in front of the party. It was similar to one her and Jacob had walked in on together not too long ago. But this time, she actually got to enjoy Rick's private show as he strummed his guitar alongside his friends.

"What are you? A playboy bunny?" A sultry voice said next to Diane. She immediately knew who it was. Tara was dressed all in red, with red fishnets and red horns. She was dressed perfectly as a devil.

"Actually," Diane smiled, excited to see Tara's reaction to her costume. "I'm a lab bunny." She said proudly.

Diane listened to Tara let out a soft chuckle.

"Great costume."

Diane watched Tara's eyes trail down her body before noticing the white fluffy tail that sat on the curvature of her ass. Diane held her breath, feeling her heart beat a bit faster as Tara reached, barely grazing across Diane's ass only to grab and give the plush tail a squeeze.

"Thanks," she was barely able to squeak out. 

[tearosesarts]

THURSDAY

TODAY

IS

THURSDAY

[ksbbb]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

Tagged by @ashyjingles

This would be the day where Liam isn’t in the tunnels and it takes forever to find him; finally ending up at Mason’s house where he’s sitting on the damn porch, waiting with a devilish grin, locking his eyes on the chimera when he pulls up.

“Did you hug it out with your old friend? I’m sure that will make things easier for you.” Liam cheekily greets him, no hello but a distant insult, the anger of the other wolf cracking his illusions of keeping this a relatively normal discussion, but there is no normal with a psychopath.

“Quiet. What do you want? To belittle me, but what else? I’m tired.” Theo growls, fangs scraping against his tongue, agitated by Liam’s foul mood.

Tagging @mmoosen @maplesyrizzup @thiamsxbitch @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound @wolfboy88 @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @thiamblogger @fruchtfliege @slimeyslimeyballsack @hemlocksandfoxgloves @blue-hair-and-angels

[kymera219]

Wip Thursday

I got tagged by @takaraphoenix and while I don't have any new Steter in the works until after secret Santa, here's a hilarious Sterek fic I'm working on!

Derek had no idea who he pissed off in a past life, but he'd like to go back and apologize now.

All he did was send Stiles to the store for eggs...EGGS! Surely his adorable spaz of a boyfriend couldn't get sidetracked doing that, could he?

Apparently...he could.

Instead of the aforementioned breakfast item, Stiles bounced into the loft carrying a fluffy white chicken in his arms.

"Her name's Amanda. She needed a home and farm fresh eggs are better anyway, so I figured we could convert one of the loft's empty floors into a coop."

"Stiles, I love you....but there is absolutely no way you are turning any part of my building into a chicken coop."

************

Stiles turned the tenth floor into a chicken coop.

[itsphantasmagoria]

Weekday Snippets

Thanks for tagging me @appleslightning ❤️❤️❤️

The ones on the right are smut and are heeeeeavily cropped lol

Tagging whoever wants to do this! (I am tired and brain cells aren’t colliding right now)

[drjemmanugent]

the looks between them towards the end of the vid and the double hand hold!!! 🩵💚💛

*swoons*

c: netflix españa on TT

[ligiawrites]

i don't know what to tell you, Val. you're one of the few people in this castle who actually treasures mc. 🤣 .......... i don't want to be in *someone's* skin when Val finds them.

[dawnrider]

Happy Halloween, Ghosts and Ghouls! For #Thirsty Thursday I've got a snippet for the number redacted chapter of From Beginning to End. A little Thirsty Kagome™️ for you. 😈

As always, feel free to send in questions, comments, concerns... recipes. Trick or treats!

“Kagome…”

“You like when I touch you. I can sense it.”

“Of course I do,” he panted. “But I feel like I could go into rut any second. Please. I don’t want to hurt you. The supp…” She kissed him again, muffling the word before he could say it. “Dammit, Kagome. You don’t get it! An alpha’s rut is bad enough. But I’m hanyou too, I could completely lose control.”

Kagome hummed along as though she were agreeing with what he was telling her, all while popping the buttons of his dress shirt loose. Her fingers found his bare skin, the muscles tightening at her touch. Having someone so strong at her mercy was kind of… thrilling.

She marveled at the light tattoo across his right shoulder, creeping up his neck just enough to not be revealed with a collared shirt. Tracing her fingers across the vines and delicate looking flowers, she relished the way Inuyasha shivered under her touch, the way he stared up at her in awe. It was such a fragile looking thing on a man of his size and strength.

Lower, on the ribs, she was met with a similar design, but the flowers were larger and a bit more intricate. The leaves and vines reminded her of old pictures in botanical books, almost like the leaves had been pressed directly into his skin. Someone is a very skilled tattoo artist, she mused, grinning when he sucked in a gasp at her fingers tracing over his ribs and toward his belly.

Kagome shifted her weight backward so she could work on his pants, and he whimpered as her hips moved over his. “Hah… You need to… Ungh.” Incoherent, she wasn’t sure what he was saying, but it was pretty clear that he was enjoying the warmth and pressure.

[steviestits]

witch arranged marriage

Thank you for the ask!

Witch Arranged Marriage: Basically, Steve's parents made a deal with the Munson clan of witches, arranging Steve to marry the clan's heir, Eddie. Eddie grew-up knowing Steve would be his husband in the future. Steve, not so much.

CW: Hinted Mpreg if you squint. It's going to be in the main work, though.

When Steve came down the stairs and into the living room, he was surprised to see that the guest was the man that he’d met at the party and another gruffer looking man who was a bit older. The two were dressed very differently from each other, (the man Steve knew was dressed in all black with silver jewelry adorning his person while the others was dressed down in flannel and jeans) but they both gave off an air of power that couldn’t be denied. They glanced up as Steve entered, with the man in black grinning widely at him from where he stood.

“There you are, sweetheart,” the man said, striding over to take Steve into his arms.

Steve stiffened, not used to the sudden affection. “Mom, Dad, what’s going on?”

“You didn’t tell him yet?” the older man huffed gruffly.

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. “What are they talking about?”

Exchanging looks, his mom and dad tensed, as if they had been hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. The two of them glared at each other, seeming to have a silent argument about who would address the situation. His dad stepped forward eventually, having lost whatever fight they’d been having previously.

Clearing his throat, his dad said, “We didn’t tell him because we thought that since Steve wasn’t born a girl then you’d be after our granddaughter and thus didn’t feel the need to inform Steve of the agreement as not to pressure him.”

“Why the fuck would I want your granddaughter!?” the man in black yelled.

“Eddie, calm down,” the older man warned. “Just because they’re idiots doesn’t mean you have to shout.”

“I don’t understand,” Steve said, looking from the older man to Eddie. “Why did I need to be born a girl? And why did you think I’d give complete strangers my daughter!?”

“I’m not a stranger, princess,” Eddie said, tugging Steve closer to him. “I’m your future husband. You really should’ve been more prepared, though it explains why you didn’t recognize me at the party.”

“But Steve’s a boy!” his mom shouted. “You said you needed someone to carry on the Munson line! Steve, he- He clearly doesn’t have the right equipment, so you can’t blame us for assuming that you wouldn’t want him!”

“You let us worry about that,” the older man said. “You should know better than anyone else the miracles our line’s magic can work. It got you where you are today, after all.”

At that, Steve’s parents paled, and Steve was starting to get the picture. He didn’t know about the magic part, but from what he could tell, his parents had made a deal with these people to further their riches, using Steve, and his future children, as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted. It should’ve made Steve feel good that his parents were fighting to keep him, but realistically, he knew in his heart that they weren’t fighting for him, instead wanting to keep the heir they had raised.

[libraryofgage]

CW: there is some Major Character Death here, but it's time loop, so they don't really die

Anyway! Here's a little sneak peek at one of the extras for my Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins AU

This part specifically is from the Upside Down's POV about all the previous loops ^_^

The following are just a few of the loops written about in this extra! There's a lot more than Steve and Eddie predicted in the fic lol

It decided to just pick someone. It stretched the web as far as it could, weaving itself into the other dimension so time in that place could be flexible enough for the Upside Down to peek through. People and places and times rushed over it, billions of lives and billions of experiences.  Many were bad, more were good, and even more just were; they were just simple moments of mundanity that the Upside Down treasured for their unfamiliarity. People didn’t seem to like those moments, though. It watched as they expressed disdain for something boring, dreamt of something exciting. The Upside Down decided to choose someone with a life that overflowed with those simple moments. It wanted someone who yearned for a new experience. It needed someone good (a person who felt a fundamental urge to do good things), someone who could be dropped in the middle of chaos incarnate, look around, and decide to fix it. The Upside Down chose Steve Harrington. --------- The Upside Down decided to give Steve a guide for the third try. It dropped Steve in the woods, right after the tunnel digging had started, and sent a healthy demogorgon to help him.  He didn’t immediately run away, but Steve took off when the demogorgon opened its petals to greet him. He didn’t pay attention to unfamiliar woods, tripped down a slope, and bashed his head against a sharp rock. That was, perhaps, a more embarrassing death. Even the Upside Down felt embarrassed watching it happen.  It generously repaired the web, deciding to not count this attempt. --------- The Upside Down pulled Steve to Hawkins before sending him back in time. It gently guided him to the town through his parents, making them dream of a small town and idyllic nature walks and fresh air. It watched as he followed his parents into a new home, eagerly connected its web to the door so he would travel to a week before Vecna made his move, and held its breath. Steve didn’t die this time, but he only lasted three days. He was confused by the door at first, of course. That was expected. He was easily excited once he realized he’d time traveled, and he reacted as the Upside Down had expected: Steve accepted the fact and decided to explore. He didn’t get involved with Nancy or the kids, though. In fact, he never saw them. He ran into another boy first, someone named Eddie, according to Nancy’s memories. The Upside Down didn’t see a problem at first; if Steve was around Eddie, then he’d be there when that first girl died, and his goodness would take over. Steve was there when the girl died. He saw her float to the ceiling, saw her arms and legs break, heard Eddie’s panicked worries about being blamed for everything. And his goodness did take over. It just took over in the wrong direction. He took Eddie (and Wayne, a man that was part of Eddie’s family web) and brought him home, walked him right through time so he wouldn’t get caught for a murder he couldn’t disprove. The Upside Down had been stumped by that one. It didn’t know how things could go wrong quite like that. Shouldn’t Steve have wanted to fix the root of the issue? Why had he just removed himself and two people from the situation?

The Upside Down spared Steve and Eddie one more glance, and then it repaired the web. ------ A few failed attempts later, Steve met Robin for the first time. It was in the past, before he met Eddie, at the video store. They seemed to recognize something in each other and immediately hit it off, trading jokes and friendly barbs that evolved into getting pizza together later. In that attempt, Steve didn’t get the chance to meet Eddie before taking Robin to the future the moment Vecna started killing people.  It was so unexpected that the Upside Down didn’t repair the web right away. It watched Steve and Robin live their lives, laugh and cry and struggle together, and eventually end up in the same senior center. They never changed; they only grew closer and leaned on each other when that feeling of something missing rose up their throats and made their eyes sting. The Upside Down couldn’t watch them die, though, and so it finally repaired the web to try again.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

LPP 14 Snippet!!

Missed the@ficwip word of the day yesterday, which was Nightmare

How fitting, given the last chapter!

Here’s a peek since the next chapter probably won’t be up until Sunday or Monday. I’m headed out of town this weekend, so it’s a bit delayed.

Snippet below the inspo pic!!

“I’ve had that nightmare before.” He tells me, brow furrowing in pain as if he’s reliving it all again. “But this is the first time that you were in it.” The pain seems to amplify so I reach for him, putting both of my hands on his chest to remind him that I am right here with him.

“That had to be really awful. I’m sorry you had to experience that.” I validate for him, because gods I l know I’d be a shriveling mess if I’d seen what he did happening to him.

I don’t tell him that it’s okay because it’s over or because it wasn’t real. Because to him it was. And I know from experience that just because you wake up and greet the day, that doesn’t mean the images suddenly don’t exist. That it doesn’t mean the terror didn’t feel real.

[arson-09]

Not saying they will BUT didn’t lord huron post a presave link for a song (not dead yet the first LL single) three days before it was dropped. And three days from now is thursday night/Friday which is when new music is dropped….

[ksbbb]

THURSDAY SNIPPET

Derek gives them the location, as they all become agitated with having to follow through on this dangerous endeavor, not really knowing how it’s going to end up.

The location isn’t that bad. Not really a big deal in Theo’s eyes, but the uncertainty surrounding the situation and not being privy to Kate’s hunting skills, along with her newfound werewolf status, isn’t making him feel as confident as he would like.

“I think since it’s an old warehouse, we should have the two of you go around the back, and Stiles, Boyd, and I will go in the front. Together.” Derek firmly says, pointing at Liam and Theo.

“Why do we have to go in the back?” Liam questions, with a loud voice of disappointment and anger.

It’s what Theo loves about him, causing a flutter in his heartbeat, the fiery wolf beside him easing his nervousness.

[ace-malarky]

might fuck around and start doing character rambles on thursdays actually