#snippets of random notes

[nokaru]

Frogs Do Fly and Gods Do Bleed

Hello beloveds, if you're bored why don't you read this snippet of completely random cringe hmm? I know you want to ;)

(random notes/wannabe ff? Just to let you know I'm not a fanfic writer, I only fancy myself a school literature connoisseur and with said stories being only in czech I will not even bother trying to understand English commas cheers)

✨Obi's headcanon backstory✨

Starring

Child 'why are we still here? Just to suffer' Obi

And LOT of OCs

Including

Child 'same bullshit, different day' Nokaru

Little brother 'I won't hesitate bitch' Haru

Sister 'I'm a nun cause not even the Gods can help me' Fiona

Big brother 'damage control' Tom

And some more! :D

....

Obi was different than other 8 year olds, he had to be. To survive. To be able to make it out there for so long on his own. He was strong, cunning and independent. He was better. But beside edgy internal monologs about life and death, he fitted into the same category as other 8 year olds. Dumb. That's what his mother said. Obi still sometimes thinks about her. He used to be sad about her.. "situation", but now he just laughs. She was the dumb one. At least that's what auntie Anna-Marie from the Bloody Mary brothel says. And Obi is convinced she's right.

....

Sister Fiona, the apathetic nun who for some reason was appointed as another one of the caretakers, said the great goddess Somni doesn't find the kids lives interesting enough to hate them. That so called cold hard truth caused Obi to release a snicker. Seeing Obi's reaction made his baby brother, still only 6 years old, snicker as well. Aniki lightly bonked both of their heads with a sigh. Nokaru stayed silent. Obi wonder if she believed the words of Sister Fiona.

....

Obi pondered about the great goddess some more.

Maybe she hated him like he hated green beans... Maybe she hated him the same way he hated his mother.. And maybe she hated Obi the same way his mother did.

....

"You can ignore 70% of the nihilistic bullshit Sister Fiona says.... With all due respect." Obi added the last part after short pause out of actual respect of Sister Fiona. He was also convinced she could hear everything so he tried to patch up his little slip up.

"Nihilistic?" Nokaru turned her head to the side in a questioning manner. How cute. Obi coughed.

"Ehm.. Well it's like... " Obi didn't have an answer for Nokaru's question because he himself didn't know what the word meant. He just recited the same phrase he heard Tsu-sensei say a while ago to his older brother.

Nokaru noticed Obi's skittishness and decided she will just ask Sister Fiona what it means later herself.

"Anyway!" with a little huff Nokaru swiftly pulled herself up from the fallen tree trunk she was sitting on, making sure not to slip on the tree moss, she sled closer to Obi who was sitting at the end of the trunk.

"I heard Mr. Zarr is returning today. Let's go ask Mrs. Rita when exactly he will be back."

Nokaru tried to sound more excited than she actually was.. It's not like she wasn't happy The Boss will be back, of course not! She was pumped and wanted to ask all about his adventures in Tanbarun. She just wanted to change the topic fast to make Obi feel less uncomfortable. And it worked. Obi pulled the biggest smile she had ever seen on him. Good. Obi's usual relaxed demeanor changed into ecstatic one. In an instant he jumped up, grabbed Nokaru's hand and with a boyish smirk sprinted towards the main house.

....

"GUYS THERE'S A FROG HERE!" yelled little Haru excitedly from the rocky side of the pond where the gang has been camping out for a while now.

"Where?!" star eyed Nokaru run up to Haru's crouched down figure in full speed, almost tripping over the bigger rocks in her path.

"Awww Haru where did it go?"

"Wha- huh no... It just flew away!" Haru gasped with whiny tone, looking all around. No frog to be found.

"It.. flew.. away?" raising an eyebrow Obi walked over to join the hunt for the lost frog.

The older kids, only including Tom Aniki and Hana, were trying to fish in peace still standing on the other side of the pond. Tom just shook his head.

"Maybe it did fly away.. " defeated sigh followed soon after Tom mumble the claim to himself. He just doesn't want anyone fighting again and burst Haru's bubble. That being said it was hard not to start playful fight with both Obi and Haru present.

"Frogs don't fly, stupid." scoffed Obi.

"Well this one just did!" whined Haru defensively.

"STOP LYING!"

"IT DID FLY AWAY!"

In the middle of this childish and petty bickering, stood Nokaru, like a stick figure you would draw with dull crayon.

"You guys..." the more reasonable child tried to laugh it off with an awkward giggle. Her attempts went unnoticed. The bickering continued.

"IT DID! IT DID FLY AWAY! CAUSE FROGS CAN DO ANYTHING AND YOU ARE JUST A MEANIE!" yelling on top of his little lungs Haru pumped his fists in almost cute threatening manner. Obi just laughed at his little brother.

"I'm a meanie? Really, that's all you got?"

"Dickhead."

"Oh, okay."

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What tf is this? Who knows Lmao I just wrote random things that came into my mind when I was bit tipsy, tried to explain some dynamics ig I still feel they are not really the way I want them to but oh well

Some more notes:

Goddess Somni is just reference to Atlas of Clouds and Moon Knight (protector of travelers of the night) basically. I wanted to give the underground tm some depth so I gave them this Lmao. They are evil but they have their own God they respect.

Actually I have no clue why I picked Sister Fiona to be there when she's kinda irrelevant in the overall OC story (I just like the trope of idgaf nuns)

Obi was adopted into his older brother's family and so was his little brother

his big bro's word is holy to Obi, with Haru... welp he's ready to throw hands

Nokaru took a passive role in these notes for some reason??? Idk

[wordsofwilderness]

Found this beauty in my writing notes:

[gossippool]

i was gonna make a personal poolverine headcanons list because other people were doing it too but i realised my fics already have most of them so. here are some of my headcanons in fic snippet form. some contradict with others and some i don't even think are necessarily true but it's fun to experiment

people have said this before but logan fights wade because he sees himself in him (or because he realises that he actually doesn't and he hates that)

wade knows about and feels the (emotional and psychological) effects of all his other variant selves (and everything else if he tries)

logan's heightened senses gives him synethesia

logan doesn't actually like violence/fighting/blood during sex or like ever. it's just an unhealthy addiction that started from him killing all those people that he snuffed with alcohol but revived with wade, and a way to take his anger out on (someone like) himself

with regard to wade's chronic pain slight p pressure on his skin hurts more and in a worse way than sharp pains like getting stabbed

[milkbreadtoast]

me having entire conversations in the tags of posts w ppl by going "#prev ..." has the same vibe as me passing notes back and forth to someone in class that the entire class reads before the notes get there

edit: ...alternatively having convos w someone by like. writing a message on the blackboard or sidewalk and then checking later and someone else has added to it while i was away...

[yujeong]

Somehow, I now have 200 followers. I didn't expect this to make me emotional, but it does. Thank you to every single person who follows me. It means a lot ❤️

[ohdarlings]

[oncillaphoenix]

Anthea: Yeah, little kids do bite a lot. Anthea: Although, in hindsight, our 5yo might have been abnormally feral...

[atonalginger]

because now it's on my brain...here's the other DA wip with kid quizzie that I didn't have on the list because trying to access the whole thing would involve a lot of extra steps to rescue it from the .docx (I'm going to at some point)

I have a short chapter from Alistair's POV. This version of Alibear is the left landsmeet to become a drunk but is sober now and helping his friends with the whole hole in the sky, demons business.

--

Alistair was walking back to the small cabin he and Maris were sharing outside the walls of Haven. Master Taigen and some from the school of herbalism had been using it before the conclave but Leliana had it cleaned out for them when things calmed down. The snow crunched under his boots and the wind whistled through the boulders and trees, nipping at his cheeks. 

Near the cabin, sitting on a pile of firewood, sat Cole. He was seated cross legged with his head down, tapping a finger on his knee. His head slowly bobbed side to side. Alistair wondered how he didn’t topple the pile or how he wasn’t freezing from the cold. He looked past the boy spirit to see light glowing through the cracks of one of the window shutters.

“They were talking” Cole said without prompting, “but it was cold.”

“So they went inside to continue?” Alistair stopped next to Cole, still looking at the cabin.

“They were.”

“And you are here because?” Alistair asked, drawing out the last word while he raised an eyebrow.

Cole bowed his head lower and whispered fragments of thoughts that summoned him, “They all urge me on, they tell me this is good. But what does a broken man have to offer one so full of love and kindness.”

“All?” Alistair cocked his head to the side, “I’m not the only one whose told him to talk to Maris outside inquisition duties?”

“The seeker, the Nightingale, and the Lady have urged him to approach the Voice many times. Varric, Tamlan, and The Iron Bull have mentioned it as well.”

“No wonder he got so fussy in the tavern earlier.” Alistair smiled. “Kind of surprised Tam and Bull said anything.”

“The Iron Bull wants the Commander to have more fun,” Cole shrugged and shifted his weight on the firewood pile, not disturbing it in the process, “Tamlan knows another vies for her affection. He feels that man is not worthy like the Commander.”

“Who?” Alistair leaned in.

“The one who calls himself Blackwall,” Cole looked up, tilting his head back enough for Alistair to see his big pale grey eyes, “Tamlan thinks he is competition but he is not. Maris has eyes for one and it is not him.”

Alistair thought back to the last trip to the Hinterlands. Blackwall had been very protective of Maris in the field to the point Vivienne demanded he depart the group. He contended she needed his shield while Vivienne rightfully pointed out his maneuvers put the Herald at increased risk. Sorvin was the one they needed to guard the closest, not Maris.

Cole went back to whispering thoughts, “I stared too long, spoke too much, laughed too loud. He won’t reciprocate. He needs to focus on his troops. Why should I think I’m special.”

Alistair frowned.

“I followed them, hoped to help them,” Cole admitted, “they both care so much but their fears were getting in the way.”

“Did you?”

“No. Maybe.” Cole shrugged, “They appear to have fixed it, overcome it, together. But new fears grew so I stayed. I help them now.”

“New fears?” Alistair shivered as he looked back at the cabin. In the dark he thought maybe he saw something flutter near the door handle, “How is sitting out here on a pile of wood helping solve that.”

Cole looked down and swayed in the wind. His whispers barely heard over the wind, “moist, soft lips on my shoulder. Skin is so soft I feel my calloused hands assault it. Her hips are strong.”

Alistair felt his cheeks go hot despite the biting cold. He opened his mouth to quiet the spirit but Cole continued, “Gentle yet strong. Attentive. Hot breath on my neck. More than I dreamed, I don’t want this to end.”

“That’s enough,” Alistair managed to say as he cleared his throat, “You know there are better ways to tell me they don’t wish to be disturbed?”

Cole looked at him, the wide brim hiding most of his face along with the dark.

“I’m going to head back to Haven, you should join me. They wouldn’t appreciate you eavesdropping on their private moments.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Cole asked.

“No, you just lack tact,” Alistair motioned for Cole to follow him.

“I could make you forget. Lead you to town.” Cole offered. He held out a slender hand to the warrior.

“I don’t want to forget,” Alistair took the hand and gently pushed it down, “I like knowing my friends are happy. Just could have learned without…so much information.”

“But I didn’t tell you what they were doing?” Cole asked.

“You didn’t and you did,” Alistair laughed, “next time simply saying, ‘they don’t want to be disturbed’ will work fine. If there’s a next time.”

“Oh,” Cole nodded, “okay. Yes, I understand. They do not wish to be disturbed. They are involved—”

Alistair cut the spirit off, “Nope, too much. Just the first part. No one needs to know why.” 

“Oh.”

“It’s okay, you’re learning,” Alistair gave him a pat on the shoulder, “lets go get a warm cider in the tavern.”

“I don’t need food.”

“But can you appreciate flavors?”

“Yes, maybe?” Cole thought about it.

“Let’s go see.”

[agentsnickers]

"You know, you could have just found a place with three bedrooms."

"This made sense for a lot of reasons," Benny says, refusing to be startled by Les even though the kid has once again managed to catch him by surprise.

They're all still getting used to having Les in the house, Les included. He moved into their living room for the beginning of the school year, and Benny is still regularly surprised to find him around.

"I'm just saying, you didn't have to go all fifties sitcom couple about it," Les says. "What's your deal with David, anyway?"

"What do you mean, kid?" asks Benny. Les wrinkles his nose at the nickname, but doesn't protest. It's one of those things he fusses about if anybody but David - or, increasingly, Benny - uses.

"Well, like," Les says. He pauses to flop somewhat dramatically across his favorite armchair. “You’re raising his baby with him.”

“Oh,” says Benny. “That.”

“I know you guys aren’t involved,” says Les. He tips his head to one side, reconsidering. “I know you guys aren’t involved romantically. God knows you’re very involved in other ways.”

“I love him too much to let him do all this on his own,” Benny says. He trusts Les to take that how he means it. “And if Katie doesn’t want to do her part, I will.”

“Lots of people wouldn’t,” Les says.

“Well, I’m not lots of people.”

“I know,” says Les. He gives a vague little wave. “I don’t know how to articulate what I’m trying to say.”

“I can’t answer your question if you don’t ask it,” Benny points out.

Les sticks his tongue out. “You moved cities for him, but your relationship isn’t romantic. Why?”

“Because he was a fucking wreck and would have cut me out of his life if I didn’t,” Benny says bluntly. “If you’re asking why it isn’t romantic, it’s because I don’t do romance and David is, again, a little fucked up about that stuff.”

“And you share a bedroom in a two bed apartment because –“

“It was more affordable than a three-bed and Sean and Tony are childhood friends of mine,” says Benny.

Les doesn’t say anything else, just sits with his knee pulled all the way up to his chest on the chair.

“What’s really up, Les?” Benny asks.  

“Just Mom again,” says Les.

Lately, that could mean anything. Les is just back from lunch with his parents, which they’d wanted David and Leah for as well (not Benny), but neglected to ask whether David and Leah were available and scheduled it smack in the middle of Leah’s baby dance class.

“You know how she is,” Les continues.  “I’m wasting valuable opportunities by living here, David’s never going to find a girl if he’s sharing a room with his friend, why can’t we both just be more like Sarah, the usual.”

Benny laughs. “For what it’s worth, Les, I think you’re at least as well-adjusted as Sarah.”

“You and Dave are good for each other,” Les says. “I don’t know how our parents haven’t noticed. I don’t give a shit what they think of me living here, but it made me so mad to listen to how they talked about you. Especially since they go on and on about how Sarah found such a perfect girl and I’m not allowed to tell them what Katie did.”

“I don’t need your parents’ approval, Les,” says Benny.

“I know,” Les says. “But it still pissed me off. Good thing Lydia and Mark are decent people; at least Leah has one set of grandparents that have your backs.”

“You’re a good kid, Lessy,” Benny says. He stands up, patting Les on the shoulder as he passes him on his way to the kitchen. “Now, valiant defender who pays no rent to live in my house, come help me get dinner started before Daves and Lee get home.”

[writingmoth]

wip list tag game!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

thanks to @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!!

i don't really have a folder, just google docs files thrown around so:

nano

antisnowwhite complete?

merpirate

puzzle pieces

the cursed prince of wouldn't you like to know

briarheart

queen of hearts

spooktober vn jam 2023

feel free to ask me anything about these!!

tagging @i-can-even-burn-salad @tisiphonewolfe @treesandwords

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

Random main WIP snippet because why not?

"We're not part of the government; we just hijacked a shipment train, got rid of all the weapons, and replaced with lab equipment shit — stupid idea in retrospect. Also, I'm not answering whatever other question you just asked. I'm not an idiot." Bailon grinned. "You can't make me give that up so easily." "Bailey. Answer the other question," Malcolm piped up. "What are the Solarian Labs?" "Who the hell is Bailey? My name’s Bailon.” "Bread roll. Answer the question,” Malcolm repeated. “What are the Solarian Labs?" Bread roll  — I mean, uh, Bailon — laughed. "What's with the nicknames? Do you think that's making me take this seriously?" "Bacon. Answer the question. What are the Solarian Labs?" "Like I'd spill that." Bailon frowned. "Bombardment. Answer the question. What are the Solarian Labs?"

Random shit I wrote for APS book two at, like, 8 in the morning one day. Why does my brain make up this stuff?

[charlescoded]

Knowing charles in heat is so needy and max has zero resistance + how fertile he is (why am I blushing typing this!?), i just hope there's some kind of birth control pill in this universe or else… i know your omega is glowing when he's pregnant but you have to know about family planning, my lord.

You can call me anything you want! Just know someone cares enough to give me nickname is already heartwarming 🥰 thanks! I'm kinda love ducky because it's cute (although ig i'm not as cute as this nickname haha) and reminds me of the character in toy story 4… he's just like me in some ways.

Have a good day and something tasty to eat ❤️

- 🦆

aww, don't worry, charles will get flustered the first time max calls him fertile as well~

but there's actually a very vague reference to birth control in the original snippet! the glowing jewels attached to charles' bracelet, the one lisette plays with, are magical in nature! one of them is for bc, or else charles would get pregnant again almost as soon a lili's born 😳 another one is for general protection, because max knows his human omega is pretty squishy. their half-vampire daughter is more durable than charles lmao

shhhh, you're very cute, ducky, just know im out here thinking you are~ but ty, hope you have a good day as well! im thinking about making a chicken & chorizo jambalaya for dinner 🤔

[bluberimufim]

Find the Word tag

I was tagged by @mister-writes (see their word finding here). My words were ready, charge and strike.

Ready

He rose, grabbing the book he'd set down at his side. Darius got up too, adjusting his coat. "Johann will have a contract ready for you tomorrow morning. You should grab all the things you wish to take with you and bring them here. You can sleep in one of our tents tonight, if you want. One will be arranged for you in a few days. Any questions? "Will you teach me how to do magic?" Diedrich almost seemed to withdraw. "Well... maybe."

Charge

There is no way I can translate this that appears in any of the 400 pages of this WIP. Sorry.

Strike

There isn't really a situation in which this word is used, but I played around with the translation to fit it into a sentence. The chapter this scene is in is gonna be cut from the WIP anyway.

He grabbed the scissors he'd set down on the sink. The noise of metal striking the ceramics seemed to echo throughout the absolute silence of the night. Unbearably slow, he fit the small object into his hand and pulled it closer to his face. The metal glistened, reflecting the weak lamplight. He held a strand of hair and placed it between the two blades. He wanted to cut it. He wanted to cut it as short as possible. He wanted to cut it so short that Nikolaus could never run his fingers through it again. His hand shook. The sharp ends of the scissors almost brushed against his face, cold as ice. Why was he so hesitant? A few months ago, he would have done this without thinking. Why hesitate now?

I'm very proud of that last scene but alas. The darlings must be killed.

Anyway: to @writeblr-of-my-own, @leisoree, and @hallwriteblr, your words are blank, water, and float.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Master post (my pinned post) has been updated for anyone who uses it :)

[yuniper]

my goal for 2023 is to finish writing this fanfic i started, even if i keep going down god knows how many rabbit holes whenever i try to look something up.

[somecreachur]

I've officially written 10,000 words of this fucking fanfic when will it end 😭