#snippits

[sins-of-the-father-au-official]

Alright, folks the results are in and you wanted a light-hearted snippet so I will deliver! I will warn I was conflicted on what part to share as I was torn between two absolutely adorable bits of dialogue but I chose the longer one. If ya’ll vibe with the one I might share the second.

( Also yes this is where the bit of dialogue from the blurb came from I just love this okay)

Context : A seventeen year old Jason is biding his time in the league untill he's ready for Gotham but it seems that Talia's son has all already learnt to sneak. Now Jason is trying to build a prototype of his helmet while dealing with this one-year-old boy trying to boss him around both fully unaware that their siblings. Jason is also unaware the Joker isn't dead so he might be a bit more friendly.

“You got me there, kid. It would be foolish to bite the hand that feeds. However, if you're going to watch me, could I at least get a name? "

Rather than soft, albeit graceful steps, signs of life came in changing shadows. A scene that bordered on absurd played out on the back wall. Figures seeming to float in the shade were something laced with a warm nostalgia. However, never were these figures so small or out of place. When a pair of cool eyes struggled to peek over his desk, an image struck him. He was reasoning with the spirit of an old man in a child's body.

" I am the heir. " Unlike the rest, those words seemed practiced almost repeated.

"Didn't you say I wasn't like the students? Why would I use that title, if you want a fancy nickname that I can do," For a second Jason stopped riffling through loose scraps and with a smug grin plucked the now flailing child from the ground. "what do you say, little prince? What shall I call you? "

Tiny fists attempted to break through his chest with a mounting rage, complete with bruise-causing kicks. It was an act that met an unmovable wall of sighs and wrinkled clothes as bronze fists bounced right back to the start. The veins underneath seemed to shake as if it were a sword being pulled from stone.

“Unhand me, h-heathen.”

" You are like a little bird picking away. Maybe that's it, you can be Robin... No, that would be cruel even for a kid with a burden like yours." Jason stilled the small-scaled assault and ruffled through those dark waves. “Back at home, robins were a dime a dozen and fun for a while until they became target practice. However, no one would bat an eye at sparrows even when they overran the place. “

“Not A bird! Heir. “

“I dont know, you seem like one to me. Those sparrows look innocent, but they are bloodthirsty little freaks. Yet something tells me fighting you on this will get me nowhere. If you calm down, you can help me out. Whatcha say? “

The reason Damian stutters slightly is because even if he's advanced he's one he's going to be missing words or stumble on them as he's a kid whose trying to act way older then they are.

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

[thatstupidone]

I had enough time this morning to write some of my next one shot for my Unknown Caller series

So take a snippet of what I wrote

“Hello, Dick Grayson speaking. What can I help you with?”

Jason choked on his breath, having to stop a ramble that would immediately give away who he was. He didn’t know how much he wanted, needed, to hear his brother's voice without the normal anger and disappointment it had for Red Hood. Tears formed in his eyes way quicker then they had the night before, Jason feeling like someone had cut him open and was squeezing his heart.

I am writing as much as I can, but I'm so busy every time I actually have motivation to write :(

[chilipepprr]

Hand placements >3< absolutely obsessed with these, the one time I can draw hands right!

(Full drawing on my Twitter because this account is strictly SFW :3)

[dr-demi-bee]

Find the Word Tag

Tagged by the most wonderful @12thhouse-sun 💙

Here's the game:

I give you five words. You find the word (or the closest approximation you can) in your works and post an excerpt. Tag others to play and give them new words too!

My words: Itch, Shudder, Free, Hope, Embrace

Boops to my beloveds: @feedthepheasants @marlowethebard @crimson-and-lavender (and open boops if you feel inspired.)

Your words: Run, Empty, Grace, Light, Trick

Alright, let's get to it. Some of this is published, and some is still WIPs. This was an interesting challenge!

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Itch

The connection between them snaps into place all the quicker this time. He can feel what she feels now through the Weave that hums pleasantly about them. Hot, itchy, bone-achingly exhausted - like pins and needles cover the surface of her skin and her teeth are too tight in her mouth. A veritable riot of discomfort, and the orb in his chest throbs a painful concord. Gale breathes through the ache, willing his own mastery of peace under duress to flow between them.

Shudder

“Take heart, Tav. We're here for you,” Gale adds earnestly, reaching out to squeeze one of her shoulders. Tav looses a shuddering breath, then a soft moaning cry falls from her lips and her arms slack, dropping her blades with a resounding clatter against the stone. When she goes limp, Gale catches her around the waist. Gale shushes against her hair, lowering them both slowly (ignoring the protesting pops of his knees) until he cradles her gently. Tav cries, more softly now, and turns her face into his chest and clutches onto his robes with white knuckles.

Free

"Please, Miri.." He moans. "I can't... I need--" He loses his words as he feels his trousers being removed, his hands trembling. "You've done so well, my heart," Miri praises as he slides his trousers and briefs free, tossing them aside. "I love hearing you speak in my tongue - it sounds so good on your lips." Miri presses a kiss to his bare knee, working her way slowly up his thigh. As she speaks, her elvish flows like a river and sounds like a song. Enchanting and alluring as her dark gaze holds his. "How can I reward you for being so good? What would my heart ask of me in return for filling my cup to overflowing?"

Hope

After last night, he feels a stronger pull than ever to go to her. Be there for her. Be something to her. Yet, after this morning’s arguments snapping them so quickly back to their usual routine, it’s hard not to feel whiplash. He’d hoped they had finally gotten past their bitterness and bickering. Wants for that to be true. Wants her, gods be damned. “Are…” he pauses for a moment before continuing. Those green eyes move up to his at the sound of his voice. For a moment, it steals his breath away. But he clears his throat, his tone much gentler than before as he inquires, “Are you okay?” "I'm fine," Miri replies shortly.

Embrace

He groans against her mouth, eagerly pressing his lips into hers in a hungry kiss. He closes his eyes, letting her control the speed and depth. Gale allows Miri to set the tone, and set it she does. Even when it borders on devouring. He lets himself be taken, wanting nothing more in that moment than to be hers. Miri pulls back with a grin, admiring the flushed bliss of his expression. He nearly whimpers as she suddenly pulls away, his body left aching with longing for her embrace. "Goodnight, Gale. See you at council in the morning." With a final gentle stroke of her hand along his cheek, she turns on her heel and strides from the room.

[thequeensbastardenglish]

Caitlyn took a breath, trying to slow her hammering heart. She fitted the key to the heavy brass lock and opened the door. It was polished wood, thick enough, but Vi would be able to kick it down, which meant that she had to be restrained.

Vi was slumped on the floor, her back against the wall and her head lowered with her chin rested on her chest. Her ankles were manacled together, and her hands twisted behind her back.

“Is this where we have a chat? I’ve missed those.” Vi didn’t look up, her words growled into her chest, heavy with false bravado.

Something in Caitlyn’s chest cracked.

“This is where I take you home,” she said, the words thick in her throat. Vi raised her head, eyes wide, and Caitlyn sucked in a breath. Her face was filthy, muck smeared up her cheek and across her forehead. Dried blood caked her nose and upper lip, her right eye was swollen and bruised. There were scratches on her cheek, three lines where nails had raked down her face.

“Oh Vi,” Caitlyn breathed. She closed her eyes, her head and shoulders dropping.

“Cait?” The disbelief in Vi’s voice cut Caitlyn.

The keys jingled in Caitlyn’s shaking hand as she crossed the small room to kneel down on the floor by Vi. She undid the restraints around her ankles, tossing the heavy manacles away. Vi grunted, bending her knees and stretching out her legs. She rotated her ankles one by one, the left one clicking loudly. She turned, allowing Caitlyn to get to the cuffs around her wrists. Once free, Vi rubbed her left wrist in her right hand and slumped back against the wall, the back of her head thumping dully against it.

Caitlyn tucked one leg beneath her, rested her arm on her knee as she watched Vi, holding back on yanking her into her arms. She could be injured, her ribs might be broken, she told herself. She could wait to hold her, wait so she didn’t aggravate bruises and possible broken bones.

“You didn’t have to come all this way to get me,” Vi joked weakly.

“You stink,” Caitlyn replied, wrinkling her nose. Stale sweat and alcohol clung to her, as well as a cloying sickly sweet smell of rot from the Undercity and something sharp and metallic. The same coloured dirt that covered her face was smeared up both arms. She reached out hesitantly, not sure how comfortable Vi would be with being touched right now. She ran fingertips up her forearm, from the back of Vi’s wrist to her elbow, and back down again. The dirt was dried, it dusted off under her touch, the black turning to grey. “How badly hurt are you?”

Vi huffed a laugh. “You should see the other guy.” She frowned. “Guys? There were guys.”

Vi’s eyes were unfocused and there was the edge of a slur to her words. A concussion or… “You’ve been drinking.”

Vi didn’t answer. She lifted the edge of her top up to her nose and sniffed it. She pulled back sharply, her nose scrunching up. “I do stink,” she lamented in such a pitiful way that Caitlyn had to look away.

“Can you stand?” Caitlyn climbed to her feet, reaching down for Vi. How would she react if she got Steb to carry her out?

Vi was wobbly and needed to put her hand to the wall to steady herself, but she managed to get to her feet without falling down. She didn’t stand up fully straight, and Caitlyn couldn’t not notice the wince when she got her feet under her. Her knee buckled on her first step and Caitlyn had to catch her, and Vi swore. She grasped Caitlyn tightly, standing up again, this time with her arm around Caitlyn’s shoulders.

Caitlyn helped her to the door, but once there, Vi stepped away from her. She took several deep breaths, her eyes closed, and her lips pressed into a hard line. Finally, she started walking, with her head almost up and barely a limp to her step.

Caitlyn sighed and followed after her.

[the-flaming-nightmare]

🖍 & 💔 if two are okay for the tag game!! 🤭💚

You bet! 🥰

🖍 - However, while most of the hurdles Matt and Frank had faced in the beginning of their arrangement were no longer an issue, there was still one they were trying to get through: Matt's problem with wearing pull-ups.

Matt was relatively potty-trained in headspace, but like most little boys, he had the occasional nighttime accident and would sometimes forget to go during the day until the very last second. Frank had attempted to convince Matt to wear pull-ups when the accidents became apparent, but Matt had flat out refused, declaring them far too babyish. While his behavior did tend to be a bit on the babyish side from time to time (ie., using pacifiers and drinking the occasional bottle of milk at bedtime), he just couldn't bring himself to wear anything that resembled a diaper.

Be that as it may, though, while the mere thought of wearing pull-ups may greatly upset Matt, his accidents upset him even more so.

💔 - Alaric was across the room pulling Damon into his arms before he even registered his legs moving. Damon stiffened against his chest, but when he didn't try to push the other man away, Alaric simply continued to hold him.

"Don't you dare say that, Damon Thomas Salvatore." Alaric's voice was firm yet conveyed all of the love only a parent could possess for their child. "You have come a long way from the man I first met. While I can't speak for everyone, I can say with certainty that me and your brother see how much you've changed. You deserve happiness and love just as much as everyone else does. You deserve to be here, Damon."

[skinwalkingxana]

That prompt list was indeed JUICY.

So, if you reblogged it to have some...

7. “You not giving a flying fuck about me is all I’m seeing right now.” 

For whomever fit best. :)

YESSS I'm always accepting prompts! Thank you for sending this in, have some Post-Therinfal arguments with Cullen and my MCiT Marisol! (Hope this is ok! ^_^) Here's the link to the promptlist this is from

“You not giving a flying fuck about me is all I’m seeing right now.” Despite the pain in her throat, Marisol’s voice carried enough that it echoed off the mountains around them. They were some ways away from the encampment, but there was no doubt their argument could be heard by the others now, even with how deep into the tree line they were. Cullen wanted to have this fight? Fine. She hoped everyone could hear them.

“This has nothing to do with y-!” Cullen started, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword at his side, but Marisol interrupted him before he could finish. “Doesn’t it? Otherwise you wouldn’t have pulled me aside to have this argument!” Marisol jutted her chin up, making sure he knew she wasn’t going to back down. “I told all of you back in Haven what was happening with the Templars and Mages! I even told Josephine not to bother with gathering the nobles- ” “You could have told us sooner! “ It was Cullen’s turn to interrupt her now, his eyes practically glowing from how intense his eyes bore into her. “ We could have marched to Therinfall weeks ago and saved them all before they began taking Red Lyrium! Could have saved Lord-Seeker Lucius before Envy took over!” Marisol wanted to vomit at the mention of Envy, but her blood was boiling so hot in her veins she felt she could have taken on ten of it and kept going. She wanted to punch Cullen. There was no way he could be this blind, not after everything he just saw! “Envy was already masquerading as the Lord-Seeker way back in Val Royeaux! That damage was already done long before I got here!” “You could have told us before we sent you! You knew what Envy was doing there! We could have-“ “Could have what? Exposed an Envy demon in the middle of a large populated market? Run up to whatever Templars we could find and tell them they were following a demon around? You were one of them, tell me how you think that would have gone down?” Her words finally landed, albeit more roughly than she had intended. He turned his face so quickly away from her, one would think Marisol actually had punched him. Their angry huffs blossomed into vapor as it warmed the air in front of them, though his had begun to slow as whatever fight Cullen had left drained out of him. His shoulders had begun to sag, but she was still fuming. Marisol shoulder checked him as she attempted to pass, not caring that he was larger and in heavier armor than her. Instead of moving out of her way, he reached a hand out and caught her by roughly by her wrist. “Wait I-“ “Cullen, I swear to my God and yours if you don’t let go of me right now, one of us isn’t walking out of these woods alive.” It was an empty threat, both of them knew it, but he at least had the decency to let her go.

[ckbookish]

Ooh what about the Dick Grayson Week event fic? 👀

:D Dick Grayson Week WIP snippet for you!

Donna’s voice sounded far away– it was coming from a world that Dick was no longer a part of– a world where this had been temporary. 

[sins-of-the-father-au-official]

Second Snippet. ( Not Quite Part Two Electric Booglo)

Hello Hello, I'm back with that second Snippet. I couldn't help but share I personally find this one way too adorable yet slightly heartbreaking. As I said, it's the best of both worlds. Two feels the price of one, some might say. Context: This is a later part of little Damian sneaking into 17-year-old Jason's room while he is trying to assemble the prototype of the Red Hood Helmet. However, he caught on to who Damian's father might be ( Not that it comes up in this part much)

Something between a deep-seated distrust belonging to an older mind and the softness of child-like intrigue pushed out the amusement. Fingers slowly uncoiled, although a palpable hesitance was laced within. A little sigh seemed to lighten the already light load as the button fell into his palm.   

" Thank you Spar-" 

 "Damian."

 A slight chuckle left Jason's mouth as he placed the button back into its well-earned and rightful place. It was a strange sound to his ears, something that belonged on the fringe of dreams meant to slip away from his fingers. Still, there had been soothing about it as his hands gripped the sides of the helmet, freeing it from its resting place. Uneven curves and scratches glinted in the light as he brought it close. There was a gentleness in him, placing the helmet on that crown of waves. Even as it slipped past his chin and shoulders like a tricker-or-treater being consumed by his play-cowl. 

 " Be careful. It might be a bit finicky but the nice thing is when you're under it you can be anyone," Jason paused as if waiting for a muffled response while he balanced it on those small shoulders." You're safe because they have to get through the metal first. As long as I'm in it, no one can hurt me again and maybe once you get older, I'll make you one. "  

 If he was still here by then, that was...

 There were a few echoing giggles compressed by the steel. In a way, it looked as if the blank features were mocking him. However, anger refused to rise within him nor allowed whispered taunts to fill his mind. Rather, something softer seemed to creep in like a long-held breath being released. An exhale laced with memories of stolen moments, ones played out to distract wide, fearful eyes. For a moment, he had one foot in a pocket of calm, amidst crime-riddled street and the tentative peace of the present. 

" I will be big, strong, no need. Secrets I need. "

( Divider credit goes to : @hyuneskkami)

[sundayroseatl404]

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[iridescentdelicatessen]

Showed these to my friend and realized that tumblr would probably appreciate it.

[rackoon-whore19]

For @ilovevewritingfanfic who encouraged me to post it ☺️🌷🩷💕

(Hopefully it’s ok)

"You always start things, can't you for once just not make a scene!"

She was pissed, rightfully so. Why did he always have to go out of his way to do something like this, to prove how tough he was?

"He catcalled you and then tried to make a play at something worse." Was the only reply that came from him. He has a look of no regret and boyish innocence in his eyes as if what he did was perfectly called for.

With an exasperated sigh, she pulled the first aid kit from its place under her bed and led him to her bathroom. She sat on the sink beckoning him to come closer and he did so without protest. He stood between her legs as she placed the med kit on her lap.

He slowly put his hands or her hips careful to look at her reaction. She made no move to stop him, her concentration purely on the package in her hands. He looked down at her as she opened the anti-bacterial wipes, a smile he couldn't stop, flashing on his lips.

"No don't look at me like that, you're in trouble."

"Like what?" He said as the smile crept wider on his face.

She rolled her eyes as she took his face in her left hand and gently started wiping the cut on his cheek.

"This could have been so much worse, you are so lucky it wasn't."

"It really wasn't that bad."

He said as he winced. She rolled her eyes again watching for his reactions.

"It really was 'that' bad. Why would you even think of fighting. What do you get out of it?!"

"Whatever this is."

He whispered softly looking into her eyes which were focused on his face. His smile slowly turned to a bit of a smirk as he started tracing his fingers over the exposed bits of her waist and her lower back where her dress leaves her open.

She cleared her throat a pinkish hue spreading across her cheeks as she finally made eye contact with him.

"I'm gonna move to the bruising on your chest now, if that's ok."

She was being more gentle than usual. Her short clipped manner of speaking all but abandoned her gaze soft instead of steely.

[kieranpon-nogood-awful-semester]

Happy birthday to the booooooyyyyyy!!!!

[silverhyenaart]

So, I thought I might post a little teaser but of the Beetlejuice one shot I am still in the process of editing. I was thinking of posting it once Splintered Bone is closer to being finished, but if there's demand, I may post it earlier. This is mostly based on the cartoon variant, with more edge.

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Lydia's pale skin flushed with a flash of momentary fury, her dark eyes narrowing as she glared across the dining hall at Claire's table. The way that overly perky blonde laughed with her posse and they whispered amongst themselves, occasionally throwing a glance Lydia's way before giggling again.

"Beetleju-" Lydia whispered under her breath, before stopping herself.

Three words... three simple words. HIS name specifically, spoken unbroken. That was all she'd need to say in order to tip the odds in her favor. Those stuck up snobs wouldn't even know what hit them! However, the young goth's reason and personal restraint got the better of her. Her friend tended to lack self control and discipline; especially when Claire Brewster was involved. That combined with one too many witnesses and someone could get seriously hurt, even if that wasn't his intention. He was extremely protective of Lydia, but had little regard for the safety of others.

* * *

In particular, I rather enjoyed that description of Beetlejuice. He is a reckless one. The whole fic is a hurt/comfort (between platonic friends!)

[mstarcreates]

Another snippet from Crow’s Calling - Coffee Shop AU. Please enjoy these two idiots lol. Somehow I still managed to slip some angst in here 😅.

—

“Hey Amanda,” Crow called from the front of the shop as he wiped down the counter.

“Be right there!” She answered, he could hear her hauling boxes around sorting inventory. This shop wouldn’t run half as well without her, Glint and Eido to help him out. He’d probably need a few more baristas at some point but for now the three of them managed just fine.

Finally, Amanda came up front, dusting her hands off. “I’m here, boss. What can I do you for?”

“Please don’t call me that,” he said, almost shuddering. “You know I hate it.”

“Which is why I do it.” She grinned wide.

He shook his head, taking the cloth he’d been cleaning with into one hand as he spoke. “You’ll never believe who came into the shop the other day. The Hunter Vanguard himself.”

“What?! And you didn’t call me! Crow I swear to the Traveler—how could you let me miss out on that?!” She slapped his arm playfully.

“He wasn’t here very long,” Crow chuckled a little. “Just gave him his order and he went on his way. You know how those Vanguard types are, always got somewhere to be.”

Amanda crossed her arms and lifted a skeptical eyebrow. “There’s somethin’ you aren’t telling me.”

“I swear, that was it.” He lied as he averted his gaze to focus on scrubbing an imaginary speck off the countertop instead. His face was heating just at the memory of Cayde calling him cute to whoever he’d been chatting with.

“Don’t make me pull the security footage.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he shot back, finally meeting her gaze again.

“Aha! You’re all blue in the face! I knew it!! Something DID happen. Tell me everything. Please I have been dyin’ for some juicy gossip.”

“The Hunter Vanguard was flirting with him,” Glint chimed in as he appeared next to Crow. Amanda put a hand to her mouth, gasping in a rather dramatic manner.

“What? Glint! You’re supposed to be on my side!” He cried out, unable to believe his own Ghost would betray him so. “You two are ridiculous, he probably flirts with everybody. That’s like his whole deal isn’t it?”

“Well…did you at least flirt back?” Amanda asked, her expression all hopeful.

“No.”

“Aw come on! You’re no fun. You turn down everyone.”

“There’s a reason for that,” he said quietly, finally pulling back from cleaning the counter. “And we both know what that reason is, so can we please drop it? I’m sure it’s all just fun and games for a guy like Cayde but for me…” he trailed off, wringing his hands a bit.

Amanda touched his arm. “Hey I’m sorry, I was just messin’ Crow I didn’t mean nothing by it. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do alright?”

“I know,” he said softly, his hand falling on hers. “Thank you though, for apologizing. I appreciate it.”

****

“Welcome to Crow’s Calling. Back again so soon?” Crow said with a soft smile when Cayde returned the very next day, around the same time he had before. Once again he was dressed down, and even Crow had to admit the guy could fill out a pair of jeans. Could probably fill some other things too—stop it! We’re at work right now!

“Yeah, turns out my coworkers really liked the place. So two of your blackest black coffees and the—“

“Golden Gun Blast with a tooth-rotting amount of caramel syrup, got it.” Crow replied as he entered the order effortlessly.

“Wow, you remembered.”

“Not every day the Hunter Vanguard comes into my shop.” He said softly. “Please pay when you’re ready.”

“Do you print receipts here? Trying to see if I can get this written off as being a work expense.” Cayde asked casually as he paid.

“Sadly no, I can send a digital copy to your Ghost though. Would that work?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect actually.” Crow got the feeling that Cayde was still fishing for his name, so as he brought up the receipt on the datapad he changed where his name would usually go and then sent it off.

He turned away to start making the drinks, allowing the music playing from the speakers to fill the silence. Only a few moments passed before Cayde spoke again. “I see what you did there, very funny putting ‘Barista’ on the receipt.”

“Well, perhaps you should come up with something more original next time.” Crow smiled again, he had to admit he kind of liked this little game between them. He wondered how long could he keep Cayde guessing? Only one way to find out.

“You got yourself a deal. I’m gonna come in here every day until you crack.”

“Suits me, means more Glimmer in my pocket.” He placed the finished drinks down in front of Cayde, their gazes meeting. “Your loyalty card?” He held out his hand. Cayde continued to watch him for a beat before finally pulling the card out. Crow quickly punched three more holes into it and handed it back.

“Say uh…if I fill that card could I get your name then?”

“You’ll get a free coffee.” He reiterated, not backing down.

“Can’t fault a guy for trying. See you next time, Feathers.” Cayde gave him a playful salute and took the coffees.