#sunday wip snippets

[basiatlu]

✨️Sunday WIP Snip✨️

Thanks to @vukovich for the tag! Here I come strolling in with an hr-ish to spare (for my timezone at least)

Here are some out of context thumbnails, some unused sketches, and some preliminary drawings for stuff and things and bits:

[goldeneyedgirl]

Sunday Monday WIP Snippet

Of course, it could be nothing else: STL13, since the new chapter is going gangbusters. I'm so excited to get this chapter down, I'm just determined to ride out this wave of motivation/inspiration as far as it takes me.

It’s easy to walk in and half-fall into the second recliner, to wait until Emmett’s finished his level.  “How did you know you were in love with Rosalie?” He asks abruptly and wonders if he’s trying to make this whole debacle the most embarrassing possible.  Emmett doesn’t flinch, he just loads the next level without even looking at Jasper. “I opened my eyes.”

[roguishcat]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much for tagging me @inkymoonbunny! Can't wait for the next chapter of 'Branded Blood'! 💖

I'm currently working on @the-lady-mienshao 's ask (Astarion finds one of fem! Reader’s books (romance about a human and vampire of course) and she’s terrified that he’ll think she’s with him to sate a vampire kink)

I'm very slow, but I do get things done!😊 (eventually), so this is going to be Part 2 of 'What books don't teach you' (18+ MNDI).

Shelves upon shelves of novels. The biggest and most impressive collection in all of Faerûn. You scoured Sharess' Caress, picked up copies during your travels, and traded with other enthusiasts. You collected the books with fervour others reserve for collecting priceless trinkets and hid these away from prying eyes in the basement of your house.

To say that Astarion was impressed would be an understatement.

"And how exactly are these arranged, my sweet? Knowing your penchant for keeping things in order, one might expect to find a system of sorts."

"Thematically, actually. Started out alphabetically, but then it got confusing once I got my hands on tomes in Elvish and other languages."

"Elvish, you say? I didn’t realise that you are a master of tongues."

"I'm not," you admitted readily, the innuendo going completely over your head. "But I love how beautiful they are. And I figured that wanting to read these might be motivation enough for me to learn."

Astarion hummed in appreciation and ran his fingers along the spines. The books were truly a work of art, fine leather and beautiful designs that winked playfully at you when you tilted your head even a little.

"Whilst this is very impressive, I don't understand why you were never tempted to try the real thing."

"Well," you cleared your throat and pretended that you were very busy going through the scrolls on the table, "maybe I was waiting for you. Waiting to be swept off my feet by a charming, dreamy elf."

"And I'm absolutely certain that I was worth the wait. But enough flowery words."

Astarion looked at you intently, making you fidget and drop a couple of scrolls. He didn't look away from your face. You being clumsy was not news to him. However, Astarion seemed to have great interest in your answer.

Although you confessed your feelings - not that it wasn't obvious to everyone who cared to look that you were completely in love with Astarion- actually talking about the said feelings was still difficult. But you didn't want to lie to him either. So, you chose to settle for something as close to the real reason as you were ready to tell him.

"I told you. I don't have that confidence that comes so easily to some. And I did try once, you know."

"Yes, with the man who was lacking in both skill and manners."

The look on Astarion's face became a touch softer. He put his cool hand on top yours, long digits strocking smooth, warm skin. The comforting gesture was sweet, his nearness welcome.

"Well, at the time I thought that I was the problem. And then I was lucky enough to have you teach me." You took a step towards him and tilted your head up. You very much wanted a kiss but did not know if now was the right time. In spite of you 'being well and truly taken', you still felt nervous about asking Astarion for affection.

Fortunately, he did not seem to notice you nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you tried to think of best way to put your wants into words.

"Oh? What's this?" Astarion moved past you and reached for a book. "Caught in the night?" He raised his eyebrows and then started reading the titles of all the books on that shelf. "Blood to remember? The Count's Courtesan? La petite mort? Darling, it seems that you've had a taste for creatures of the night before we met, hm?"

"Pardon?" You said dumbly.

"Well, my sweet. If I may be so bold, by my very rough estimation, you have at least thirty books with damsels of all shapes being kidnapped and devoured by vampires."

"Forty-two, actually."

"And that is why I feel it's safe to assume that you've got a type. Fangs? Crimson eyes? Eternal hunger that can only be sated in one way? And fortunately for yours truly, I just happen to fit that description."

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[xxnashiraxx]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you for the tags, @khywren, @arzen9, @andromedaancunin, @verbenaa, & @preciouslittlebhaalbae throughout the week!

I have a kinda longish bit from Chapter 22 of WSTFMD coming out on 5/17!! I am hoping I have most of it finished before 5/3, or at least completed, and if I'm done before the target post date and I have all my ducks in a row, I may even try to post early! 💕 Anywho, please enjoy!! I'm indulging in some more vampire blood drinking because I literally cannot resist going too long without it, lol 💗

“In the morning, then?” He asks, his hunger nothing more than a tool to get closer to her that he’d sprung at the chance to utilize. It still gnaws at him, the blood she’d generously supplied yesterday slowly ebbing, but he can last. He’d rather not push, anyhow- he’ll never risk losing it again. The implications of such a thought flit away, filed for later perusal. Or, optimally, buried so he won’t have to think about it again. “Come here, Astarion.” Her voice soothes an ache inside him, quiet and gentle. Seconds slip by as he blinks in surprise, watching her face finally relax. He obliges without another thought, letting her adjust the cushioning under her head as he cages her body beneath him. He doesn’t touch, though it’s difficult to resist the temptation. Fingers splayed out on either side of her long hair, knees inches from each of her thighs, he stares down and waits for her move. “I know you like to be full, but let's make it quick. I’m really tired. I wasn’t kidding about that.” The breathy chuckle that brushes against his lips rings true in her heavy-lidded eyes, sleep moving to claim her. He smirks and nods, body flaring with appreciation when she moves her head to the side. “And behave- no squeezing this time.” “Spoilsport,” He grumbles, enjoying the sound of her weary laugh more than he should. “And darling?” “Hmm?” The sound feels like a dagger, digging deep, and he suffers as it fills the air. “You’re not stupid,” He mumbles, lips pressing to her jugular as he obliges her request and sinks his teeth in with little more than a brief suckle as his introduction. Her inhale sharp, her body jerks before relaxing, and as her blood floods his mouth and his mind with nothing but her, he dismisses the persistent sentimentality that keeps cropping up at every opportunity. Why can’t he just take a few sips and be done with her? It’s almost nauseating… He pulls the reins back on his usual lapse in self-control, finding it give way to a dull hum in his groin rather than a raging, untamed need. He wasn’t aware he was able to exert this level of obedience before, muting the lust with soft groans that she echoes in quiet, tempered whimpers. He can’t help it when his fingers run up to cradle her head, the whisper of his touch dragging a pleased sigh from her lips. Warmth spreads through every limb, and with forlorn acknowledgement, he recognizes that it’s not just her blood that’s bestowing it upon him.

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[thosegayoldmen]

Seven Something Sentence Sunday

Thank you for all the wonderful tags guys! So many of you lovlies today! 🥰 @elodiah, @insomniaflarrow, @kcscribbler, @lokimobius, @devilbearingtrouuble, @distracteddream, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @mobiusismycomfortcharacter & @wolfpup026

Here's a little something I tapped out today, it's meant to be part of a 5+1 fic I'm attempting and this was the first scene that my brain decided it wanted to try 😁

Definitely more than seven sentences, but I'm a rule breaker! 💪😤

Loki scrubs at his hair with the towel, feeling the rest of the cold water clinging to his skin sliding uncomfortably down the line of his spine. He'd already peeled his sopping wet shirt and tie off the moment they had stepped foot back in the locker rooms, hating the feeling of it clinging to his skin.

Ordinarily he would have dried himself before they'd returned from the timeline, but the sudden downpour had caught them all by surprise, and the timedoors were open and being stepped through before Loki had the chance to do much of anything.

With a sigh, he lets the towel slip down to lay around his shoulders, opening his locker and rummaging around for something clean and dry to put on.

Beside him there's a small thump, the mutterings of a ‘dammit’ and a similar sigh to his own. Loki smiles fondly as he listens to his friend struggle to get out of his armor, peeking around the open door of his locker with an amused grin.

“Having trouble?” He quips, prompting his partner to turn and glare at him. Mobius’ hair is still dripping wet, plastered to his frowning brow as he struggles against his rain soaked clothes. His own towel lays discarded on the nearby bench as he fumbles to reach for a buckle under his arm, clothing squeaking in the otherwise empty locker room. Loki chuckles as Mobius’ wet fingers slide uselessly over the clasp for the fourth time.

“Stop laughing and help me out, would'ya?” With a fake roll of his eyes, Loki steps up behind him with hands outstretched to assist. A smile still pulls at his lips and something warm and familiar settles in his chest, despite the cold chill of his still damp skin.

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[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

Tagged by @thiamsalpha @endlessnightmaress

“I woke up and I thought Theo was in my room.” Liam confesses, wanting to throw a book at the wall and contemplate his own life. It’s embarrassing he’s admitting this outloud.

“That’s not the kind of thing I’d be telling people.” Malia says, outwardly looking ashamed for him. What a great start.

“It wasn’t like that! It was a dream. Forget it. I’m going to die now.” Liam groans, unable to explain what he means, or why his skin feels hot when he thinks about the chimera, and saying it’s a dream seems like the better option.

It’s all a little fuzzy. Theo was there.

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[smoosey]

Snippet Sunday

Fussing around in the Hanahaki fic this weekend:

The next morning, Cody wakes with a petal on his pillow. It's small and soft and orange-gold, and barely larger than his thumbnail. But in the gray sterility of the barracks, the cramped solitude of his officer quarters, it's out of place. It's unmistakable. He stares at it, his body rattling to the beat of his heart like he's under the thunder of canonfire. With shaking hands, he tucks it into the collar of his blacks, and holds himself empty inside, and doesn't think of it, won't think of what it means — what it's meant, what it will mean, the blood on the mats, or the blank and strange manner of the reconditioned, the resected. He holds himself empty, shakes out his hands until they settle, and forgets.

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[obsessedwhyyes]

Snippet Sunday

EDIT: The first chapter can be found here!

I've been tagged by some incredibly gorgeous, lovely people this week! Thank you to @khywren, @nyx-knox, @larvasmoon, @yennefer-of-vengerbergs, and @amoremagnificentbastard (both for the tags and for some especially juicy snippets 👀👀)

OKAY SO, I may or may not have a secret WIP in the works and... It's Bloodweave. I'm finally braving Bloodweave waters. I've got two chapters written (both in first person from Gale and Astarion's POVs), so I'm gonna tease the premise in the goofiest way I can by giving you the very start of both their chapters!

Firstly, the start of Gale's...

Aaand, Astarion's...

You get the idea 😂

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[wikiangela]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @hippolotamus

sooo bucktommy won me over, i couldn't resist anymore 🙈 so here's a bit of them after their date lol (also, I didn't get the Tommy hype before but after seeing him everywhere for two days... I get it now 🥵)

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"(...) We should do this again.” Tommy says, turning fully towards Buck, and Buck’s eyes immediately find his lips. He can’t wait to kiss him again, and this would be the time, at the end of the date, wouldn’t it?

“We should.” Buck nods, licks his lips, eyes darting up to Tommy’s eyes. He’s smiling softly, just looking at Buck. “I-” he starts, and then thinks, fuck it, and this time he makes a move, as he leans across the console to grab Tommy’s chin, like he did Buck’s in his kitchen, and bring him in for a kiss. Tommy immediately reciprocates, and Buck melts against him, and then when Tommy’s calloused hand covers his cheek, it just feels so- so different, in the best way possible. This kiss lasts longer than the first one, each of them constantly coming back for more, but it’s as gentle and tender as that one. Buck loves it, and can’t help smiling into it. He wants more. “Hey.” Buck says, finally pulling away, licks his spit-covered lips nervously. “Do you- do you maybe wanna come in for a beer?” he asks shyly, and at Tommy’s surprised expression and raised eyebrow he realizes it might sound like he’s inviting him for more than a beer, and he panics again. “I- I- I mean, just a beer. And maybe- maybe more of this.” he pecks Tommy’s lips again, not able to resist a smile. “But just a beer. I don’t think I’m- But who knows, maybe-” he stumbles over his words, because the truth is, he wants Tommy, he wants… he wants so much, he wants to experience so much for the first time – it’s just that he’s not sure if it’s not too quick for this relationship, and for him.

“Evan.” Tommy interrupts, bringing his other hand up, now cradling Buck’s face in both, thumbs moving soothingly along Buck’s cheeks. “Your pace, remember? No pressure, no rush.”

“You’re really cool, you know that?” Buck whispers.

“So I keep hearing.” Tommy chuckles, and it’s adorable. He kisses Buck again, and the butterflies in Buck’s stomach go crazy. Fuck, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this giddy and excited and just light. “I’d love to come in for a beer.”

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[jinnybinghamsghost]

anyway here's a very very short snippet for snippet sunday for a body horror short story i'm writing inspired by every interaction with a doctor i've ever had

[elvensorceress]

sunday snippet

I meant to have this fic done ages ago but it's now somehow three times as long as it was, I've rewritten it five times, and I'm still working on it 🫠 oh well. have a snippet from snickerdoodles.

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Eddie tries again, but still sounds rough and hollowed out. “I don’t want to drag you down. Okay? You should move on and forget me and— and it’ll be better.”

Not so much for Eddie. He’s never let go of anything in his life. It’s all there hiding under the surface, stuffed in cages. But Buck should move on. Buck should survive him. 

Is this their only future? It feels like losing everything. Eddie is losing everything. He’s kidding himself if he thinks he hasn’t already lost Chris. What if Eddie doesn’t survive this time? What will happen to everyone he loves? Everyone who loves him?

Does anyone love him? Does he mean anything to anyone? Has he ever meant anything?

“Forget— I should forget you?” Buck snaps, his anger un-contained fire now, not just a hint of smoldering kindling. Vicious, spitting, sparking, living flames that will turn everything to ashes. 

Maybe they should actually fight and say awful things and then it would be easier to walk away. 

Eddie’s not sure he could even manage that right now. There’s nothing left in him. No fight, no fire. It’s all shattered, scattered pieces. But he would try. If Buck needs that. 

He might need that. He snaps again, “Like you’re a pair of socks that disappeared in the laundry? Or something I meant to pick up at the store and spaced? Like it’s easy? Like you’re nothing? Like this? Us? You and me? Means nothing?”

Okay, when he puts it that way… it sounds dumb. But how else can Eddie stop hurting him? “No,” Eddie says. Not fiery, not loud, not anything. “No. Just. Something that doesn’t—”

“You're my best friend. You— you’re— I’ll let you go. Okay. Whatever. I’ll do that because I know you and I know you need Chris and I get it. I wouldn’t want you to do anything but love him exactly the way you do. But I won’t, will not and can not pretend that you aren’t my best friend and my partner and the person I love more than anything. All right? I’m not going to do that. I’ve spend years—literal— almost a whole decade of years loving you more than anything. I’m not going to just forget that or forget you. I’m not throwing that way. I’m not ever going to lie and say otherwise. This is not a ‘move on and grow out of it’ scenario. I love you more than anything in the world. Okay? You told me I wasn’t expendable and I had to deal with that so you have to deal with this. You mean everything to me and I love you, and that isn’t going to change even when you leave.”

“—hurt you,” Eddie finishes. It doesn’t really sound finished now. He says it because he was already saying it. 

But that the fuck does he say now? 

Eddie doesn’t usually think of himself as small, quiet, or fragile. But he feels like that now. His feeble words sound like it even in his own ears. Small. Inconsequential. Torn apart.

Buck steps back toward him. Not enough that they’re touching, but enough that they’re closer. “Hurt me. Drag me down. I don’t care.”

Eddie recoils. No. No, he hates that idea. He is not doing that. Not intentionally. Not. What the fuck. 

He knows he said the words. He said them because his mother said them and they stuck and haven’t left his head or his heart and it’s all he does. Ruin people he loves. 

Buck shakes his head. “Be in the way. Burden me. Share whatever weight you’re carrying. Be something that stays even if you’re not here. Be part of my life even if it hurts. I don’t care if it hurts, I need you to be something to me. Having nothing of you would be a hundred, thousand, million times worse. I am in this with you. I always have been. Don’t shut me out just to spare me. If you’re facing the fire, I want to be right there with you. Please don’t make me lose everything of you. Please don’t— please. Don’t pretend this is nothing. I can take you leaving, I can’t take this,” he motions between them, “meaning nothing.”

Eddie stares and doesn’t move. And stares harder like it will help him understand. 

He knows he’s breathing still because there’s air. 

Maybe he’s not breathing. But something is making air flow in and out of his body. Like rescue breaths? Supplemental oxygen? It’s not Eddie doing it, he’s not taking in air, but it happens anyway. 

He doesn’t understand. Maybe he never has. Maybe his brain stopped processing information when he stopped breathing because the brain can’t function without oxygen. Something like that. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t. 

Buck wants something of him even after everything? After all the people who have walked out on him and treated him like he doesn’t matter? Even with how Eddie fails and hurts people who care about him? He means something to Buck? Even though he’s hurting him and abandoning him and losing him? Eddie’s just another person who leaves him. He can’t hurt Buck. He can’t keep doing it. Buck doesn’t deserve this. And Eddie deserves no loyalty, no forgiveness. 

He doesn’t deserve anyone’s love. Not in any form. He shouldn’t have it. He’s never had it. 

“I don’t—” Eddie tries to say. He has to say. He has to make the words come out. “I don’t want to hurt you the way Abby hurt you. I don’t want to do that.” 

Buck shakes his head again and starts to say something.

Eddie beats him to it. “I know it’s not the same. I know I’m not— I know you don’t— It’s different. Still. I know how she hurt you, and I don’t want to do that. I don’t know how to not do that. I’m leaving you here. In my house. Just like she did when she left you. And I have to—” Do the same fucking thing? Give him up? Walk away? Destroy everything they made together? And maybe the only way to survive is to do what Eddie does best and ruin everything? 

He looks back at Buck and doesn’t mean to say it. He wasn’t going to say anything. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter. He should be mean and nasty and he should tell Buck he means nothing, this means nothing, and then Buck can just be justifiably angry and hate Eddie properly. 

And it would spare him. Whatever pain and tragedy that is associated with being near Eddie. It would spare Buck. 

That’s what he should do. 

That would be mercy and kindness. Pick up the weapon and blow this all to hell. 

Eddie can’t breathe. He can’t do this. Any of it. 

He can’t let go. He can’t lose Buck. 

And then he’s suddenly confessing, “I don’t want to do this."

It’s too late. It’s always too late. And what he actually wants has never mattered. He doesn’t matter. He never has. He twists his hands together and has nothing else to hold onto. It’s too late, so none of this matters. Eddie doesn’t matter. But he meets Buck’s lost gaze, stares into his eyes for three seconds, and he can’t keep it in.

“I want to be with Chris. I miss him so much. Every minute of every day. But I don't want to leave here. I don't want this. But it doesn't matter what I want. It never has. The one time I said, 'What about me? Why didn't you think of me?' Chris left. He left because I hurt him. And my dad says, ‘don’t wait thirty years to listen to your son.’ So I listen. I don’t know what the hell else to do. I listen, and I do what all of them ask. Even when it’s the last thing I want and I’ve already said, no, please stop, I need more time, please hear me. They don’t listen to me. I’m still nothing to every single one of them. And I just keep thinking why don’t I ever count? Why don’t I matter even a little bit?

"You think you aren't everything to me, too? Do you think that I don't love you just as much as you love me? But I don’t get to pick you. I don’t get to have anything of you. I hurt everyone I try to love including you and Chris. I’m not enough for anyone, in any way. I can’t love anyone the way they need or the way I’m supposed to. You say you’re defective parts, well I’m fucking broken.

"That’s why you should forget me. I don’t matter. You shouldn’t care. I should mean nothing because I am nothing. I’m not worth this. If I were a better, stronger person, I’d make you hate me. But I can’t even do that. I don’t want to hurt you more. I have to lose you and I don’t know how to lose you. I love you more than anything and it’s not enough. I don’t know what else to do but say, you should move on and forget me.”

Eddie turns away and covers his face, tries to hold his head because it’s aching. It’s too much. That was too much. He’s not supposed to be falling apart. Everything is supposed to be getting better. 

Shards of ice crack and fracture and break underneath him. Everything in the cage around his ribs snaps and he’s crying into his hands, trying to keep it together. Trying and failing. Always failing. His face is already wet. He was already broken. A long time ago. So many times. 

Buck is suddenly behind him. Not distant. Close behind him. He touches Eddie’s back gently and then steps around until he’s standing in front of him. He reaches between them and rests his hand on Eddie’s chest. As if he can stop the never-ending bleeding that’s somehow always pouring from Eddie’s heart. “You are enough, Eddie. You’re more than enough."

[deadly-diminuendo]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much for the tag, @bardic-inspo! 🥰

I've been slowly trudging along in my quest to complete A Fitting Reunion (I PROMISE IT WILL BE DONE EVENTUALLY), but today I spent a bit of time working on one of my other projects:

Really, it could be any manner of monster or miscreant lurking at your balcony door. But, if this night is like so many that have come before, you suspect your nocturnal visitor is the vampiric kind. You step carefully to the door, poker held high in hand (just in case of course), peeking around the curtain—and, through the glass pane, you spy a familiar toothy grin. Astarion. His hair is wind-swept, and he is covered in snow, and yet somehow you still feel like you are the one outside looking in on him. Sighing, you push the curtain aside and unlock the door, pulling it open. "Please, my fair maiden," he begins, pouring all his charm into this little act of his. "Would a pure, kind soul such as yourself take pity on a poor, starving man and let me in? The night is bitingly cold."

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[gulliblelemon]

Sunday Snippet

Since I posted the final chapter of Your Words Next To Mine this morning (!!), you get a snippet from my next project: childhood friends. I have already teased this a fair amount, but I can't remember which snippets I've posted because my tagging system is apparently shit. So. Sorry if this is a repeat.

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“Would you like a cup for your berries?” Wille asked in lieu of shaking the hand. It looked sticky, and whilst Wille was sure the grass stains on the seat of his own dark navy trousers would go unnoticed, he knew he wouldn’t be so lucky with blackberry juice on his pale blue shirt.

“Do you have one?” Simon asked, looking around.

“I can get one,” Wille said.

“Oh. No. That’s okay. I can hold them. Do you want one?”

Wille looking at the berries in Simon’s outstretched palm. They looked juicy and delicious and only a little bit squished.

“Erm…”

“Go on,” Simon said, pushing them forward and grabbing one for himself. Wille watched in fascination as Simon pushed the fruit past his own lips and grinned as it burst in his mouth, staining his lips and teeth slightly purple.

When Simon shook his hand in front of Wille’s face again, he tore his eyes away from Simon’s mouth and instead said, “What are you doing here? You’re not allowed.”

Suddenly, Simon’s fingers closed over his berries and he pulled them back to his chest, a frown on his face. Wille’s heart sank. He didn’t want there to be a frown on Simon’s face. 

“Yes I am,” Simon said. “My dad said we’re allowed to go anywhere we want.”

“Your dad’s a liar,” Wille said.

Simon’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Take that back,” he said. 

“No.” Wille crossed his arm and tilted his chin up like he’d watched Erik do.

[xxnashiraxx]

Snippet Sunday 🩸

I have been so busy these past couple of weeks and have not had a chance to post on a Wednesday, but making up for that today!

Thank you for all the tags over this past week, guys! Especially to @obsessedwhyyes @vividiana (I SAW YOU POST YOUR FIC, I'M ON THAT) @deadly-diminuendo @heylittleriotact @andromedaancunin @emmg -I hope I got everyone! 🖤

Here is a little snippet from Chapter 18 of With Stars to Fill My Dream! I'm a few words shy of 10k and I'm still not done 😬 Very close though! I still intend to post the chapter this coming Saturday, so I'm just juggling the ending since it was supposed to cut off at a certain event, but if I add that this chapter may turn into 15k and I don't think anyone needs a 15k chapter lol, so 19 will have my big cool secret that I'm excited to write!

Anyway! Here is just a bit from the creche! 🖤

A bump to her back shakes her out of the rapid devouring of self-hatred spreading into every cell in her body, stumbling and almost collapsing onto the ground below. “Watch it,” Astarion hisses, pressing up more firmly against her once her knees steady. “What are you-” “Draw your blade, we’re being surrounded.” “What blade? I have a goddamn knife, in case you haven’t noticed,” “It’ll be close combat soon enough,” He bites back bitterly. With cruel acknowledgement, she realizes he’s right, and she holds her dagger defensively, the feel of Astarion mimicking her stance as they lean on each other for support sending waves of confidence and dizzying uncertainty sparking through her veins. The pair of them really aren’t suited to this kind of punishing rhythm- the dance they weave teetering in and out of their favor with each blow and evasion. Constantly shuffling feet, ducking, and bending lend a kind of bizarre grace to each cohesive attack. He stabs, she parries. He parries, she stabs. A month ago, she’d been shaking in her boots at the prospect of some stranger following her through a dimly lit alley or confronting her for money. Now? She’s slashing her dagger and catching a chunk of githyanki ear in the cheek, sputtering and spitting the metallic liquid from her mouth onto the ground below. “Here, you need something,” Ofelia tosses over her shoulder, knowing he’ll hear her over the loud grunts of a woman who constantly swings her spear- as if she’d be lucky enough to land a successful hit on their cunning rogue. Ofelia presses the hilt of her dagger between gritted teeth before deftly swinging her lute to the front. It takes her but a moment to recall the spell, and the blink of an eye to choose something appropriate. Whether by her estimations or the surrounding enemies, she isn’t sure. Quick digits splay over the neck of the instrument with a prowess stemming from years of habitual repetition. The tune she defaults to when lost in thought—its weeping melody and slapping of skin to wood—floods her brain with familiarity. Like an old friend, it caresses her ears with a comfort long and lost. Emboldened by the teal magic that sinks into his pale skin, Astarion makes short work of the soldier before him with only the loud tearing of sinew and tissue being ripped from bone to indicate her termination. Ofelia turns to him, blood covering his face to paint his gaunt features in a shadowy mockery of the one she knows best. Polluting her thoughts of him, he does nothing but stare. If she’d been of clearer mind she would have paid more attention to the Inquisitor out of his periphery, elbows thrust backward as he lines his blade up with Astarion’s abdomen. “No!” She juts her hip out to knock him off balance, lute lowered in a measly attempt to block the blow. Aged wood and rusting strings do not, a proper shield, make.

If you're wondering what Ofelia strummed, yes it's the guitar solo from Bulls in the Bronx 🤙🏻

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[thosegayoldmen]

Sevenish Sentence Sunday

Thankyou for the tags guys! @elodiah & @insomniaflarrow 😘

A bit more of my patching up fic! Dunno how much more of this I'll share before I decide I've shown too much lol So enjoy!

“Right! Now the other hand.” “There's nothing wrong with this one!” He protests, yanking his bandaged hand out of Mobius’ grip. “Give me your hand, Loki.” Mobius stares him down as he scoffs and pouts, waiting patiently until he reluctantly relents, offering him the hand. Mobius smiles in thanks as he sets to work. Admittedly, Loki’s right, there's hardly a scratch on this one, but he still runs an antiseptic wipe over it to be sure. He wonders idly how far he can push his luck—maybe Loki will let him disinfect the graze above his eyebrow too if he asks real nice. He swipes at an incessant tickle on his cheek with the back of his hand as he purses his lips in thought, but that only makes it worse, so he does it again harder, and ow that actually stings. “Mobius your face!” Cool fingers suddenly clutch at his chin, tilting his head up roughly as Loki leans in to get a better look. “Does that hurt?” It takes Mobius a moment to actually hear Loki, blinking up at him stupidly at the sudden proximity in silence. That unpleasant itch rolls down the side of his face and down his neck, pulling his attention back to it. “What? No, let me finish–” Mobius wipes at his face again, finally spotting the smear of fresh blood across the back of his hand and realizing what that annoying sensation is. He frowns down at the mess like it’s somehow the appendage's fault.

Tagging out to all my lovelies, as usual! 😁

@kcscribbler @boredintjqueen @lokimobius @devilbearingtrouuble @loki-is-my-kink-awakening

@mobiusismycomfortcharacter @wolfpup026 @blackbirdofasgard @ghoulehhh

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[ksbbb]

Sunday Snippet

Tagged by @thiamsalpha

“It hurts……….it hurts.” Gabe wheezes, heaving and trying to catch his breath, blood spilling from his mouth. His eyes are bloodshot and glossy, fading away into a cold black depth of desperation.

Pain.

The only thing that has ever brought to light Theo’s own inner demons and fears of living with the possibility of not being in control.

Pain stays with you. Long after it’s gone. It doesn’t matter how brave or how prepared you think you are to handle it. It will break you down and leave a lasting impact. Leave pieces and memories behind. Then all that’s left will be shattered parts of who you were before you felt the torment. The anguish.

Theo pities him, but pity comes with compassion. It comes with sorrow and grief. He’s never really known compassion. Not to this extent. Where it’s enough to study the choking sobs of a dying boy.

Tagging @thiamsxbitch @honestlydarkprincess @maplesyrizzup @endlessnightmaress @fruchtfliege @thiamblogger @wolfboy88 @nightshade-emrys @theoraeeken @mmoosen @ashyjingles @neurodivergentflower @gaefandomlover @genetic-hellhound @chasing-chimeras