#snipps

[pupsnipps]

puppy in a box

[freddie-77-ao3]

In Sickness (More Than Health)

“You just sneezed, get back to bed.” 

“I didn’t sneeze, I was… making train sounds?….”

“…Train noises?” Connor says, with the tone of someone far too suspicious for a simple conversation.

“Yeah,” Malcolm says, looking very unsteady. “Train noises. You know, cho-cho?”

“Right…” Connor trails off. “Sure.”

“Oh, Connor.” Malcolm says, sounding really quite sickeningly sympathetic. “Have you never heard a train before?”

“I’ve heard trains, Malcolm. I’ve also heard bullshit, and I can tell you which one you sound like right now, and it isn’t a train.”

[icyfox17]

The demons got to me... Anyways here's the first snipp of a 911 x Psych crossover lmfao

"A psychic detective?" Eddie's unconvinced voice rings out in the station's kitchen. "Yeah!" Buck replies, chipper as ever as he puts together a PBJ sandwich. "The amount of cases he's solved is crazy. And—! He even uncovered a dinosaur skeleton. I've been meaning to drive to Santa Barbara to see it. Maybe I'll take Christopher—” "A psychic detective," Eddie repeats, having barely processed anything else Buck had said. He chuckles. “You can't—you can't seriously think this is real.” “Eddie, he's been working with the SBPD for years. Don't you think if he was a fake they would've found out by now?” Buck asks, and his voice sounds so genuine Eddie kind of wants to cry. “Buck. Buck. Magic isn't real. There is no way that he's actually psychic. It's a publicity stunt! Makes the SBPD stand out or something.” “Just you wait and see Eds. Once you meet him, you'll have to believe it.” Buck says, pointing at Eddie with the most obnoxious grin on his face. Eddie can't help but feel fond at the sight of it. Sure Buck’s an idiot, but at least he's a cute one. Eddie gives up on having this argument with him. No matter what Buck says, he won't be convinced. They couldn't convince him with the jinxes (although some small part of him is still slightly freaked out about that) and they won't convince him with this psychic detective, not even if he's the most sophisticated all-knowing person ever. ~*~ “Gus, how many burritos do you think I can fit in my mouth? My money's on six, but maybe if I shove them in horizontally…” He reaches over to grab the cooler from beside Gus in the back seat, but Jules slaps his hand away. “Shawn, seriously? Those burritos are for everyone.” Shawn huffs, crossing his arms with a pout. “Yeah well, we've been in this car for hours, and I'm starving to death.” “It's been an hour Shawn,” Gus’ voice pops up from the backseat and Shawn shoots him a betrayed look. “Whose side are you on?!” Gus tilts his head. “The side that makes sure that I still have some burritos for myself.” He then opens up the same cooler that Shawn was just trying to reach into, and pulls out a perfectly tinfoil wrapped burrito that he delicately peels away. His eyes are alight with glee as he unhinges his jaw and prepares to take the biggest bite known to man, when Shawn twists around in his seat and grips Gus’ arm, pulling it and the burrito away from his mouth. “That burrito is mine sucker!” Shawn calls out, trying to take the burrito for himself. “Oh no you don't, Shawn!!” The two of them struggle back and forth, causing the car to shake slightly, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that Gus is a backstabber and Shawn needs his burrito! “Guys!” Jules’ voice calls out sharp, and the two of them freeze—Gus’ left hand smushed into Shawn's face, and Shawn’s free hand gripping Gus’ throat in a chokehold, their other hands wrapped tightly around the burrito in a tug of war. She outstretches her right hand, keeping her left hand on the wheel, and makes a grabbing motion. The two of them dejectedly give the burrito into her palm and she huffs, smiling. “Thank you. We have one more hour to go. You can both eat one burrito, okay? The rest are for when we get there.” She then takes a satisfied chomp of the burrito in her hand.

[karonnnnn02]

not an anon but can we also get more drawings of salesman and gunplay.. what do you think

Req so goated it had to be posted to bsky

L/ink in reblog <3

[dee-de-winter]

last night i was digging in my drive and shared a bunch of never before seen snippets from random wip files (pretty much all marace) in my server and like please send me your thoughts and prayers cause i wanna finish all these

i gotta stop forgetting all the stuff i work on at any given time

[kcwriter-blog]

Last Line Challenge

Tagged by @kierarhawke.

Yet more encouragement to finally finish Conversations in a Bath House, lol. One day, one day...

Solas. Of all her new companions, he was the one who fascinated her the most. An elf without valleslin who carried himself as proudly as any Dalish. More so, even.

Tagging @nerdanel01 @rosieofcorona @broodwoof and any others who wish to share their last lines as well. 🥰

[koskela-knights]

Patience, Jaakoppi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57125653

Here it finally is. Another rare af pair: Jaakoppi x Ahti Set in the same historical YY universe as the other snippets about the Huotaris, Kesä and Ahti. -- Preview:

Jaakoppi has always looked up to the town’s eccentric but mainly benevolent janitor. But he didn’t let that title fool him. Jaakoppi is almost certain that Ahti has more authority over this town than anyone else here. And whilst the older male might look frail to some, Jaakoppi knows better than to mess with the janitor. He had seen Ilmari lash out at him once and the speed at which he had countered his brother’s attack was not human. Ever since that day, Jaakoppi is 100% convinced that Ahti is not like them. He is ethereal, a literal God, named after one too.

[cesium-sheep]

matt brings me interesting books from the many boxes he processes to sell, this time I got 3 very old picture books. two of them were oddly clunky and unpleasant (snipp snapp shirt and the yellow sled, and peter churchmouse), but one of them is interesting both as like a historic document and just as a story, mr pink and the house on the roof. it's about a man who owns and runs a button factory, but also still lives in a boarding house, and he genuinely loves buttons and he is very reticent to try new fangled things. like cars. and radios. and zippers. but a family builds a house on the roof of his factory (with his permission but ???) and is into new fangled things like growing plants in sawdust (???) and building a fireplace outside (???). in the end the button factory owner concludes he can make both buttons and zippers because there will always be uses for both. they give him a radio for christmas. idk bro it's just kind of sweet? the prose is mild and pleasant and the illustrations are cute and it's an old book so it smells nice and it's also absolutely fascinating to see what is "new" in a young reader book from 1941.

[delusionisaplace]

Nine Lines Tag

tysm to @starbuds-and-rosedust for the tag!

gently tagging: @ibuprofen-exe @athenswrites @ember-writer @digital-chance @sm-writes-chaos @emelkae @harmonydork @wisteriaxxviolet @bluberimufim and anyone who wants to do this

The salt-laden breeze whipped through my hair as I stared at the foreboding darkness of the sea, its reckless churning not unlike the state of my mind, tumultuous waves mirroring the storm of my thoughts. As anticipation and anxiety swirled within me, turbulent emotions slowly consumed me, I couldn’t help but think of Elias.

Had time etched lines upon his features, growing his face rugged with age? Was his smile still as charming as I recalled it was years before? Would his eyes grow wide with recognition at the sight of me or would he struggle to recollect my appearance? Would he still love me as fiercely as he did in my memory, or had his heart forgotten our time together? Or perhaps, he had found another lover in my absence. The painful possibility of him finding solace in the arms of another clawed at my heart—I could envision Elias, his radiant smile and beautiful soul, shared intimately with someone else. The image filled me with unwarranted jealousy. I knew it was selfish of me to desire his devotion even after all these years, to still wish he was mine and mine only, yet a part of me stubbornly clung to the hope that my presence still held sway over his heart.

[pupsnipps]

gives u a banan

🍌��� !!!

[og-pjsk-superhero-au]

"I've always been so selfish haven't I? I was too busy saving the others that I... Didn't even think about you."

[icyfox17]

a lil snippet:)) heheh

Bobby finds Buck by the sea. He's trembling, arms crossed amongst themselves in a way that looks almost like a hug, but Bobby knows the trembles are not from the cool breeze. Bobby can't see his expression from here, but in even only seeing the back of him, he can see the long lines of tension that line Buck's body. Bobby's not sure how long Buck has been here, but his clothes are darkened and damp from the spoondrift which makes him think it's been at least a few minutes. He watches him for a moment, not quite sure how he wants to approach him. Things have gotten a lot better between them, he thinks. He's been trying his best to treat Buck as normal, backing off whenever the urge to keep Buck out of danger interferes with Buck doing his job, but he knows there's still a lot they haven't talked about.

AAAA take a snippet of them <3

[do-you-know-these-multiples]

[delusionisaplace]

the taste of vengeance: intro

i just finished chapter one over the course of this past weekend, so i thought i’d share a small bit of it :)))

im not really sure if any of this makes sense out of context though lol, so if you want more information, feel free to ask!!

words: 1,809

From deep within the chamber, I heard the door creak, disrupting my thoughts. 

“Victor?” a low voice called, “Victor?” The voice grew louder and louder until it was directly behind me. “Victor,” the housekeep said firmly, “Faina and Elias request to see you. They wish to bid you farewell before you depart.”

I could feel a bittersweet smile tug at my lips as I continued to stare at the burning coals.“Ah, yes. Send them in, please.” 

The chambermaid left me another word, but one echoed deep my mind: farewell. In forming this decision, I never quite considered the possibility that I would have to say farewell to those that I loved in my search of a more fulfilling life, nor did I prepare myself for the moment that I would have to.

A hand found its way around my waist, a pair of lips planting themselves on my cheek. “Victor. Elias and I have come to say our farewells.”

I turned to face Faina—once I gazed into her amber eyes, a solemn look began to descend over my face. I never once thought I would ever leave the woman I once considered the love of my life, the woman I was to be wed to by the end of winter.

Her brow furrowed at the sight of my slack expression. “What is wrong, Victor? You seem as though someone has died? Are you sick?” She pressed the back of her hand to my forehand, checking to see if my temperature had dropped.

“No,” I said with a wry chuckle. “I am fine, just a bit uneasy. This will pass soon.”

She drew her hand back and shifted her gaze towards the ground. “So…I presume you are packed and ready to leave?”

“Indeed I am.”

“Have you planned on where you will go?”

I shook my head, a mix of sadness and uncertainty growing in my chest with each passing moment. “I haven’t yet, Faina. After all, there are many places, many possibilities, and this life is long. I’m sure I will have time to see all that I desire.”

She went silent for a long while, mustering up the words she had kept buried deep in her heart. “Must you leave us, Victor?” Faina’s lips began to tremble slightly as she spoke, tears threatening to pool in her eyes. 

“Oh, yes. I am afraid I must. I feel as though I am trapped here.”

“I do not understand how you could feel such a way when you are surrounded by those who love you. Is there another reason why you are leaving? Is it me? Have I done something wrong?”

I could feel my heart tear upon hearing the pain in her voice.“No. This is no fault of your own. The issue resides in me. You and Elias know what your paths in life are, but I have spent my life following the one that had been assigned to me from birth. Now, it is time for me to discover how I would like to spend my life.”

She took my hand, holding on tightly as if afraid to let go. “Victor. Be honest with me. Is this because of your father’s refusal to end our engagement?”

“To some degree.” A pang of guilt tugged at my heart. “There are more reasons, but I know that if I stay, we will have to be wed by the end of this winter, and I know I will be suffocated by the expectations and responsibilities that would come with our union. This is not the life I want for either of us. We deserve a love that is born out of choice, not obligation—I don’t want our relationship to be tainted by regret and resentment.”

The weight of my words settled heavily on Faina’s shoulders, her eyes now shimmering with unshed tears. I could not tell what she was thinking at that moment, nor could I tell exactly what her intentions were in what she said next. “I love you, Victor. And I will continue to, even when you stop loving me. I do not care that your heart belongs to someone else, and I do not care that you no longer wish to be betrothed. I will not ask you to stay, nor will I hold you back. I simply ask that you uphold your end of our promise.”

“Thank you, my dear, for understanding.” I smiled to soothe her nerves despite the agony I felt in the depths of my soul. “I think it is time for me to say goodbye to Elias.” 

I could see her lips drop into a frown at the mention of his name. “I…suppose so.” she said hesitantly. She avoided my gaze and tried to change the topic as she ran her fingers through my tangled tresses. “Farewell, Victor. May your journey bring you the peace and clarity you seek. I hope you remain safe in your travels.” With her slender, delicate fingers, she dusted my face and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Alright now, go on.”

I carefully approached Elias: he stood off in a corner where the fire’s light did not reach, his features dark and cloaked in shadows, a scowl evident on his face.

I stood before him, the weight of my decision heavy in the air between us. As I cleared my throat, he turned his gaze towards me, his eyes narrow with mistrust.

“I see you’ve made up your mind then,” Elias muttered, his voice laced with bitterness.

I nodded, my voice filled with remorse. “I have.” I stammered, searching for other words to say other than that. “It…it is time I learn who I truly am apart from the life I was destined to at birth.”

Elias diverted his eyes towards the ground, his fists clenching at his side. “And what of us, Victor? What of the plans we have made? Do they mean nothing to you now?” His voice fell to a low whisper as he continued to speak his mind. “It was not long ago we planned to elope. It was not long ago that you kissed me, and it was not long ago you said you loved me more than anything in the world. So why, Victor, do you intend to leave me?”

My heart shattered into pieces at this question: I never thought of how Elias would respond to the news of my departure, nor did I think that I would be breaking the oath I made to him only a few months prior. At that moment, it dawned on me that I was abandoning him, a man who had sworn his heart and life to me, a man who was devoted to only me, and immediately, a feeling of guilt overcame me. 

“I…I simply want to take a different path in life than the one I was appointed, as I said earlier.” I answered him, trying to conceal the pain in my voice.

“And this, I understand. What I do not understand, however, is why there is no room for me in this new life you seek.” He inched closer, entering the light as he reached to hold my hands in his. “Why? Why must you leave?” He brought his eyes back up to mine—they glistened with water, his face slick with tears. “Can you not take me with you?” 

I felt my own tears well up, threatening to spill over as I looked into Elias’ pleading eyes, begging me to stay by his side. How was I to explain to him that this was a task I had to undertake on my own when he looked at me with those eyes, those eyes which held a depth of desperation and loss?

“I wish I could, but it is necessary I find myself, that I understand my own desires and dreams apart from the expectations that have been placed upon me. This is not a path that can be shared, regardless of how much we wish it were.”

He tightened his grip on my hands, his touch providing a small comfort in the face of our looming separation. “We have been through so much together, and we have conquered countless obstacles together. So why must you face this by yourself?”

My heart ached at the forlorn tone of his voice, and for a brief moment, I wavered. I considered telling him this was nothing more than a twisted jest, and that I had always planned for him to leave with me— a tantalizing thought, I admit. But as much as I longed to soothe his pain, as much as I longed for him to accompany me, I knew I had to find who I was truly meant to be and what my purpose was, even if it meant leaving Elias behind for a while.

“Elias, I began, my voice barely above a whisper, “this is something I must do independently, and you are aware of this. Why try to deny what you are already privy to?” 

Elias finally released my hands, his expression a mix of resignation and sadness.“If this is truly what you need, Victor, then I will respect your decision,” he said, his voice heavy with defeat. “Simply tell me…that you will return one day. This is all I ask of you.”

“I guarantee that this separation shall be temporary. I shall return, and I shall take you with me to all the places I have visited and more.” I reached up to hold his face, combing his dark locks out of his eyes. “I promise I will come back for you one day. Do not take any lovers in my absence.” I said with a light chuckle, jesting to add levity to the situation—still, the joke felt flat and poorly timed.

“I won’t, Victor. I shall remain faithful to you only.” He offered me a sad smile as he pulled me into an embrace, his arms tightly wound around my body, his chin gently resting atop my head. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart, his large hands cradling my head— I wanted to hold on for as long as I could, I wanted to stay in the warmth of his arms—I wanted to cherish this very moment. After what seemed to be ages, Elias slowly released me. 

“Victor…I suppose this is farewell for now. But know that a part of me will always be waiting for you, hoping that you will return to me.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, a bittersweet kiss filled with both love and grief—one that held a lifetime of memories and a promise for the future. As we broke apart, Elias whispered, “Take care, my love. Find yourself and come back to me.”

taglist (ask to added or removed): @fleurtygurl @macabremoons @ember-writer

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2

snippet 21: Danny is Bruce Wayne's Clone and--

Star, with the rest of the A-List girls: alright ladies! it's time for our quarterly 'cutest boys' list! Now I'll get straight to the point, in our number one spot is--

All girls, in unison: Danny Fenton

Star, writing it down on a whiteboard: and for our number two spot--

---------- Snippet 22: clone meet clone

Ellie, dramatically: Danny!

Danny, equally dramatic: Ellie!

Ellie, pushing past him and looking around: where is he! i wanna see the little guy!

Damian, with a sword, brandishing it dangerously: *in arabic* don't come any closer, stay back!

Danny, wrapping an arm around Ellie's waist and pulling her back: woah, woah - he's still adjusting to everything

Danny, turning towards Damian with his google translate open: [please don't stab her. this is Ellie my clone.]

Damian, lowering his sword in disbelief: 'there's MORE of you?

-------------- Snippet 23: Ellie has the same epiphany as Danny

Ellie:...hey Danny

Danny, pouring over his arabic book: hm

Ellie: since I'm your clone, and you're a clone of Bruce Wayne, and Damian is a clone of Damian Wayne, does that technically mean I'm his mom - uh. dad-mom?

Danny:

Ellie:...its a fair question

Danny: .....*deep sigh* you're his cousin until further notice.

------------ Snippet 24: wait for me ii (hadestown, live vers.)

(i'm not sure of the context, but i've been thinking of Danny saying this to Damian during a serious moment for days. the snippet title is the song that the dialogue below is from)

Danny, fixing up Damian's wraith suit: the meanest dog you'll ever meet

Danny, zipping up damian's jacket: it ain't the hound dog in the street. he bares some teeth and tears some skin, but brother,

Danny, adjusting Damian's gloves, pausing to look him in the eye: that's the worst of him.

Danny, he holds a finger up to Damian's eyes and points it at him: the dog you really got to dread, is the one that howls inside your head

Danny, grabbing damian's mask and smoothing it over his eyes: it's him whose howling drives men mad, and a mind to its undoing

------------ Snippet 25: Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone-- (Battinson Vers*)

Ember, in the middle of a fight with Phantom + Wraith:

Ember, knocks off Phantom's mask for the first time: lets see what ugly mug you're really hiding under there, Phantom--

Phantom: *the wettest, most pathetic looking pretty boy on the planet*

Ember:

Phantom, dryly: what, did your mic die out or something? all that caterwauling finally make you lose your voice

Wraith, unsheathing his sword: *vibrating with baby brother rage bc he knows EXACTLy why Ember is silent*

----------- Snippet 26: Damian is finally starting to play nice :)

Dany: hey... guys.... whatcha doing

Damian, hanging out with Sam: Me and Manson are plotting ways to crush the Mayor's plan to cut budget funding for the city parks and cut down the native trees

Danny: oh, i see.... is this safe?

Sam: probably

Danny: hm.

------------- Snippet 27: digging up cold case

Danny: ....if Damian is out with Sam tonight with their plot against the mayor....

Danny, turning towards his desk: then that means I can work some more on Mrs. Witherbury's murder case that she asked me to solve without Dames guilt-tripping me into bed :)

Danny, settling down at his desk with a thermos full of coffee: i'm glad sam and damian are finally getting along

--------- Snippet 28: sparring

Damian, frowning: your reflexes are incredible but your combat is downright awful, brother. it's truly a miracle i didn't skewer you upon our first meeting

Danny, got his ass kicked by his 7yo brother: *groaning in pain* not everyone has super secret assassin training, Damian. And I don't really have time to actually practice anything.

Damian: Mrs. Fenton knows martial arts and her form is proficient enough, I'm sure she would be delighted to teach you if you asked. I will join since I need to keep my skills sharp and my training was unfinished when I arrived here.

-------- Snippet 29: daytime surprise

Phantom, fighting Skulker in broad daylight: *under his breath* at least Lancer's english test will get canceled for this...

Phantom, dodging a blast from Skulker: *in ASL, furious* don't you have anything better to do, you fuck!?

Skulker: foolish ghost child, speak! I know you're capable of it - speak before you lose the ability to

Phantom: *flips him off instead*

Wraith, sending back a ecto-blast with his sword: please pay attention, phantom

Phantom, doubletaking: *in a hissed whisper* what are you doing here!? it's a school day, you should be at school!

Wraith: Tt. If the boot fits.

------------ Snippet 30: guilt

Danny with his head on his desk, his elbows propped up as he massages his hands: hn

Damian, lurking to the side with a guilty look on his face:

Damian: can i....

Danny, silently holding his hand out to Damian: hrm

Damian, immediately taking it and doing the massages + finger exercises: ...im sorry

Danny: hm... I forgive you

[icyfox17]

“Are you looking for your son?” Bobby flinches despite himself, not having heard that phrase in a while, and he can’t help but think of Robert Junior at first, who had the horrible habit of playing impromptu hide and seek in grocery stores without letting Bobby know. He turns around, arm lowering from where it had been about to grab the key to let himself into Buck’s place, and sees an elderly lady carrying a large bag of groceries and looking at Bobby with a simple innocence in her eyes. He stares for another moment, memories swirling around, before he blinks them away.  Before he can ask for clarification, the woman continues. “The young man who lives here. Mr. Buckley.” That forces him back into reality, and he pushes down all of the conflicting emotions inside of him so he can focus better. “Yes. Do you know where he is?” “He’s down by the beach. That’s a kind young man, you raised. He helped me with my first round of groceries before he left for the beach, and I told him about how my husband used to be a fisherman all the way up in Alaska, before we retired down here. He’s a very good listener, even asked me for some seafood recommendations! Which of course, I had many though they could never be as good as my husband’s cooking.” Bobby does his best to listen to her, appreciative of her help, but he can’t help but be confused as to why Buck would even go to the beach in the first place. He supposes there’s no crime against it, but Bobby would’ve thought he’d still be uncomfortable around it considering the tsunami had still been relatively recent. Sure the pier had been rebuilt, but the damage it had done to people and their trauma, that wasn’t going to go away with a simple rebuild. “Thank you for letting me know where Buck is,” Bobby tells the woman, before offering to help her with her bag of groceries.  The woman smiles, letting him take the bag from her. “I see where he gets his chivalry from.” Bobby’s unsure of what to say, so he stays silent, letting her unlock the door and placing the bag of groceries inside on the counter.

ANOTHER SNIPPET RAHSHHSHS IM ON A ROLL YALLL