#snippit

[spliinkles]

So uh— the day Izuku was born, what were the dads’ reaction to finding out that ‘oh shit, our son is being born today’

HHFHDHSH OH GOD--

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"Who was on the phone, Zashi'?"

A pause.

Shouta glanced up at the lack of response, dull eyes landing on the blonde in front of him. His eyes narrowed at the wide-eyed, owlish look Hizashi gave back, his mouth hanging slightly as if frozen mid-action,

"Zashi? Is it a telemarketer again? I swear-"

"He's coming." Silence.

"What?" Slowly, Hizashi blinked, hand coming up to rest on his mouth,

"Oh god he's coming." Shouta placed the book he held onto the bench beside him, eyebrowed knitted together as endless thoughts poured into his head- was it a villain? Hizashi's boss maybe? Both? Shouta dared to open his mouth,

"Shouta," the said man stopped, dark grey eyes once more connecting to bright yellow, "Midoriya Inko's in labour."

Shouta could only look on, his own mouth falling wide, a non-committed 'oh' leaving him before the words sunk in.

Midoriya Inko's in labour.

A second past.

Then two.

Shouta's mind clicked,

"Oh shit, our son is coming."

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Then they both freaked the fuck out until they got to the hospital to make sure everything was going good and to meet their son fhsjjs

[battlemaiden13]

Sans: how do you deal with all this stress?!

Syrup: my mental health plan dictates i stab someone

Blue: OH YOU AND RED MUST BE ON THE SAME MENTAL HEALTH PLAN

[sonocomics]

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[catt-nuevenor]

Sorry for the blank space for the last few days, it's been a heck of a week.

I was diagnosed with Autism yesterday.

I'm trying to gather myself at the second. I'm happy with the diagnosis, and a part of me was expecting it, but it's still thrown me for a bit of a loop.

I'm still writing, but my pace is down at the second. Everything will even out in time.

In the meantime, have a snippet from the reworking of L's Platonic scene in Chapter 1:

Mild Spoilers below

"And just giving my little brother all the excuses he needs to go swanning around for the rest of the day." There's no real malice to Lars as he says it, and though I'm certain he'd deny it to his dying day, I catch a glimpse of a long-suffering affection in him as he sneaks a peak down at Louis.

Seemingly still undecided as to the nature of my compliment, it takes Louis a few seconds longer than it should to register his brother's words. "Hey!" he blurts, scowling at him. "Since when do I go 'swanning around', Mr Lapcat?"

A yawn, long and loud, has Lars' jaw almost cracking as he happily surrenders to his napping nature. He slumps in place, tilting his cap low on his forehead, and sinks down comfortably onto the bench. Some things, it would seem, simply aren't worth denying.

[king-psycholyze]

Snippit of what I’m working on currently

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Sinppet of part four, I’m very proud that I some how worked in I won’t say I’m in love.

[okapiverglas]

AU where Tommy is a human in an alien zoo:), alien sbi free and kidnap/adopt him

He knew there was something outside of this transparent cage smudged with opaque, sparkling reds of yet to be erased failure, and smushed remnants of dirt left over from the messy hands of youth.

For he witnessed it! Everyday, masses of creatures that looked nothing like him filled the expansive world outside. Dottering outside his prison with face contorted in what he guessed was curiosity and offering ineligible teases with their languages of clicks and snorts.

Tommy hated it all, the attention, so constant- so awful.

The food- just slob with the minimum nutrients to keep his body working well enough to perform in this game of charades as something that was "saved", was the fucking worse.

He knew earth.

It wasn't that shit. Yet.

It was certainly better with living conditions and food.

Well- for him it was.

Speaking of living conditions, his hostle- his residence of the past few years was so fucking small- and seemed like just an oversized dollhouse with all the antiques stuffed inside.

The food was truly awful, but the more he thought the more his mind became to realize his biggest problem was that he was.. lonely.

No other humans had been "lucky" enough to be homed with him.

Sure, there were the aliens- but he wasn't able to converse, to play, to interact with any.

For they equiviated his intellegence to that of a wild beast. They didn't quite have a societal structure similar enough to his to recognize him as being sentient - that or they just didn't give a fuck.

Stewing over these problems, he still followed the cycle of his imprisonment. Still followed the script of the show as something less then them. He didn't want to- but his last burst of defiance had met with so much... pain.

Then, the three visted him.One seemed like an earth crow given a human shape, the other seemed like an earth hog humanified, the last... was just a fucking pile of feathers.

They first saw him during the day, a sort of deeper emotion caught on their faces- one very unusual for the traditional visitor.

When the planet's night arrived, the populace thankfully not nocturnal, the three returned.

And fucking broke the glass of his enclosure. He scrambled back in suprise, panic, and fear. Chattering in their language- seemingly excited- the pig like one grabbed him.

He started to scream. He might of been in a shitty place, but certainly it would be much better then whatever the fuck these "kidnapping a zoo animal in the middle of the night sounds fun" type of aliens would subject him to.The feathery one shakes its head(?, he truly had no idea where each body part of this thing was) and whispers to him in fucking english.

We..try... save... you. Human... come with us only if quiet.

It was broken, and tentative, sure, but it also was the first english he had heard in ages.

So, he shuts the fuck up and hopes whatever shithole these bitches take him to is better then the last.

[outcasts-redeemer]

The florescent lights hummed as they came on one row after the next, illuminating the white room with a hard glow. The girls of RWBY and Sun and Neptune cringed as the light momentarily blinded them.

Ruby, after blinking a few times to adjust her eyes, looked around the room spying several cabinets and a large metal door to the side only to stop as her eyes landed on Headmaster Ozpin who standing in front of a table located in the center of the room.

Ozpin gazed at them coolly, his eyes withholding any warmth that the girls were used to. “Do you know where we are?” He asked them, his hands tightening on his cane.

Neptune fidgeted as he answered. “The sign outside said this was the morgue?”

Ozpin glanced at the blue haired young adult and nodded. “Yes.” He said, “This is the Vale City Morgue Station A-12. It was built forty years ago to answer the ongoing logistical issues of dealing with fatalities on newly built trans-city highway. Unlike its older siblings this facility was designed to hold ten times the number of fatalities a normal morgue would hold.” The white haired professor motioned to the room they were in. “This room is one of ten autopsy rooms connected to the main cadaver storage room.”

Ruby swallowed and stepped forward. “Why are we here?”

Ozpin leveled his eyes upon her own silver ones and stepped to the side waving her over in the process. “You are here because I convinced the Council that what happened on the Highway was not your doing.”

Ruby took a step forwards but froze as she saw the small shape hidden under the white cloth

Ozpin noticed her gaze and spoke again, “However, as hunters any choice you make holds the lives of countless others. This is the price of making the wrong choice.” With that statement the white haired headmaster pulled back the white cloth showing the body of a six year old girl, her face a mask of peace that was contrasted by the broken and torn form that was her lower body and legs.

The results were instant. Weiss and Yang both gasped in horror covering their mouths in an attempt to keep from crying out. Blake and Sun paled and took a step back while Neptune turned a shade of green and ran towards the nearest trash bin and threw up the noodles he and Sun had eaten.

The most affect however was Ruby herself. Standing still, her face ashen with understanding and her eyes focused on the immobile form of the young girl, Ruby asked a simple question. “How many?“

Ozpin hated hearing the brokenness of one of his most talented students but this needed to happen. She and the other students needed to know their actions have consequences. “There were one hundred thirty six fatalities as of last count with an additional twenty four injured.”

Yang tore her eyes from the young girl and looked at her headmaster with a look of growing horror. “W-what?”

Ozpin gave her an unimpressed glance before turning back to look at Ruby. “I will be frank with you. What happened tonight should not have happened. Not only did you break regulations, engage in vigilantism, and break restrictions put on you for your previous stunt.  You fundamentally failed as a team on multiple levels. Miss Rose. Tell me. Why are you the Team Leader?”

Ruby swallowed her shame and guilt and answered, “I showed exceptional skill when working under hazardous conditions to both organize and communicate with several other Hunters to both utilize their strengths and limit their weaknesses.”

Ozpin slammed his cane to the ground as he raised his voice. “Then why did you allow members of your team, as well as members not apart of your team to organize this one!?” He reached over to the girls still attached leg and read the tag connected to her toe.”Susan Brianne Grace, age six, cause of death: blood loss due to numerous Crush and Avulsion injuries along the lower extremities and torso.” He stopped reading and gazed at the six of them. “She died shoving her four year old younger brother out of the way of a falling four ton advertisement billboard for Hunters. She loved horses and liked to draw...”

Ruby was silent as tears pooled in her eyes. Everything had happened so fast all she could remember feeling was the rush of the chase and the determination to capture Torchwick. She never even stopped to consider anything else. And because of that. So many...

Ozpin sighed and lifted a stack of clipboards. “This lesson was supposed to be learnt during your second year, before going off on your first unchaperoned mission. But now I have no choice. Each of you will take a clipboard and work alongside the city morticians, recording everything there is about those lost to us due to the failures of their protectors. You will be here all night and in the morning you will report to Miss Goodwitch for aditional disaplinary action.” 

The grey haired headmaster began walking towards the exit but stopped before speaking one last time. “There is nothing you can do now to change their fates. All you can do, is learn from this and strive to be better.” He looked down at his feet lost in thought for a moment before whispering  Fore that is all we can do.” With those final words he shoved open the exit and left them to their new task

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Weiss comes to her with empty hands.

“It’s tradition, in Atlas.” Hands tense with the urge to knot into fists. 

“A place where the cold kills as many as Grimm do, it’s an old custom to propose with the offering of an ax. A tool for building as well as a weapon for slaying.”

Her rapier is missing too, Ruby notes. Weird, it feels uneasy looking at her right now, no sharpened length of metal to balance the off center fall of her ponytail.

Weiss looks like she feels even more off kilter herself but her back stays straight and her voice stays level.

“Atlas is gone.”

The words fall from her with a dead weight.

“My home, our whole world, is breaking into even smaller pieces than it was before.”

Funny how someone saying such hopeless things could look up with so much desperate hope burning in her face.

“I can’t, offer anything. But even so-”

Ruby reaches out and fills those empty hands with her own.

“Even so.”

She smiles sadly as Weiss grips her tight, blue eyes flickering between silver, almost unbelieving.

“We’ll hold on to this for as long as we can.”

The promise is all she can give.

A sad, defeated dream with no future- Still, from the way Weiss repeats it back, like a vow, like an oath- It’s enough.

It’s all they have left and all they will need. Partners until the end.

“-for as long as we can.”

[theseprezelsaremakingmethirsty]

Guys...I'm writing the closest thing to Smut that I've ever written before

Preview: "Oh, get a room!" Kono shouts from across the dance floor. She's drunk and glowing and radiant in the aftermath of her wedding. Adam laughs, along with anyone who heard her and knew what she was talking about. Steve's stare suddenly becomes heavy, but his smile is playful. It makes Danny's stomach flutter in ways he usually doesn't feel. Instantly his neck heats up. "Want to?" Steve asks. Danny can't even speak. He just nods wildly and looks anywhere else but his best friend. Looking around for the best exit route and mapping out who was where, Steve's hand on his arm slides down to his wrist and the other hand goes to Danny's back. "Ok come on."

[battlemaiden13]

Edge: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?

Red: im depressed

Edge: WELL OF COURSE YOU ARE, LOOK AT HOW YOU LIVE . . . PATHETIC

[rosiethots]

the way richie looked at eddie reminded him of how don lockwood would look at kathy seldan in that singin in the rain movie he and his mom watched last night. full of love and adoration.

but something else in those leaden blue eyes brought up ugly memories of henry bowers’ expression when he spotted the short male in between classes. like he was something to toy with. something to hurt.

and eddie didn’t know which scared him more.

[catt-nuevenor]

Good grief!

Here I was, revelling in P's Chapter 1 scene and smirking at how smooth this man|woman is, when I realised I needed to hunt down a bit of text from Chapter 2 to include a taster of some new dialogue about L.

(Yes, I know that is very convoluted, but bear with me)

And there I was scrolling through Chapter 2, trying to find the very particular scene I needed, and stubbornly refusing to use the Find function for reasons unknown, when I came across this bit:

Spoilers for Chapter 2

Damn Louis and Leila, next time, give me some warning before you get romantically competent! 😏

[beansthough]

Proof to show I’m still writing! Here’s a snippet<3

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

This came to me in a dream, and I suppose I plan to write it. Here is a snippet of 'Chemical Reaction', a Shang Tsung x Female Reader one-shot. It starts beneath the cut because it features a mild NSFW glimpse.

He tilts his head in curiosity and looks you over, then meets your eyes again. 

“Are you troubled about something? You can confide in me, you know.” 

Of course. Every time you feel burdened, the sorcerer can tell. And every time he offers for you to voice your concerns to him. With an uneasy breath, you lean against the edge of the table. 

“It is the tournament I am worried about. Outworld so often loses to Earthrealm. I just…fear that the peace between realms will not last forever.”

Shang Tsung grins, then places his hand on your shoulder as if to comfort you, an act that makes your heart race. 

“Have you doubts about Empress Sindel?” 

Your eyes widen in shock.

“No. That is not what I'm saying.”

You are simply trying to express how upset you are that Outworld keeps losing. It shows weakness and though Lord Liu Kang preaches about peace, you fear a day in which he does not. War might never come, but life has a way of changing courses. 

I just hope the Empress knows what she is doing.

Shang Tsung grins. 

“Your concerns are justified.” He wets his lips, then leans in closer. The scent of jasmine and something chemical fills your nose. “Would you like for me to help you relieve your stress, my dear?”

Your face heats up. Is he offering? The thought of him thrusting his cock to the base inside of you sends a tickle of arousal through you.

“A-are you sure?”

What if he says yes? The question then remains, are you sure?

He laughs, then steps back. 

“Of course. There are an abundance of elixirs that I can make for you.” 

You are discomfited. 

“Oh…right.”

Shang Tsung raises a curious brow, then as though it dawns on him, he grins. 

“Your thoughts are rather…wicked. Are they always such?”

[sparrowsarus]

Castle of Glass

challenge: post the last 7 sentences i wrote and tag 7 more people

I was tagged! Called out! Betrayed! By @provocative-envy. For reference, this is my Marcus/Terrence grieving fic I mentioned once upon a time.

So I am gonna do the same to @emrys-the-wild, @gremlinbehaviour

No it isn’t 7, but I don’t know who all writes/does these

 Technically the last thing I wrote was about species biodiversity in agricultural fields, but eh.

Montague snorted. “Like yours are any better. Do you lot remember when you told that awful one about the snidget and the fwooper and Terry turned your hair blue?”

“He wrote me when I made the team,” said Malfoy, softly, looking up into the darkening sky. He’s so much smaller than the rest of them, with deeper shadows in his eyes. “I still have the letter somewhere.”

They trade stories about Terrence with the firewhiskey, laughing till they cried—long into the night, until dawn begins to lighten in the East, and Marcus’ throat hurts and his eyes are red, and he remembers more of his love than his grief.