#webnovel snippet

[book-snippets]

- from Time to Orbit: Unknown by Derin Edala, who you can find @derinthescarletpescatarian

Tal’s always got kes priorities in order, starting with robbing big corporations. It’s a shame ke can’t really do that on a very normal, stress free spaceship.

[simplesh29]

The Weak Dwarven Prince Chp 19 Snippet

🎵If you talk a million miles a minute when you’re nervous, clap your hands!🎵 👏👏

In Ignancia’s defense, I’d be nervous meeting a dragon too.😂

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 15

Table of Contents and Synopsis <- Chapter 14 Read on WordPress T/N: Content warning for mention of suicidal thoughts/intentions

Chapter 15: Soymilk and Fried Dough III

To prevent Liu Xiaoying from catching on, Zhong Qiuyan started staying the night at his own place most of the time. Early in the morning, Zhou Cunqu decided to try and head outside without Qiuyan’s accompaniment. He encouraged himself to try and go downstairs to buy breakfast. He stood outside for a long time, picking at the wallpaper, listening to the sound coming in from the stairwell window of the world outside slowly waking up. 

That day he was just standing there when a little kid suddenly ran up from the fourth floor and stood in the stairwell landing halfway up the fifth floor. Cunqu looked at him; he looked at Cunqu. He was a chubby little kid, with half of a glutinous rice ball in his hand, and something like pork floss around his mouth. He looked at Cunqu and called out: “Jie-jie”.[1]

Afterward, Cunqu walked downstairs. The “Double Yolk Egg” Grandpas were standing next to the bulletin board reading the freshly-posted morning newspaper. One of them scratched his head, and the other one followed and scratched his own head. Cunqu passed by them and walked to buy breakfast from the usual place. The little kid’s mother passed by on a bike, the kid sat upon the back seat and waved at him happily.

Cunqu received his breakfast and ran into Liu Xiaoying as she returned from her morning exercises outside the condo building. Cunqu said: “Grandma, I bought breakfast.” He lifted the bag in his hand for Xiaoying to see, then he opened the security door and walked inside. Everything was as natural as if he did this every day. Xiaoying followed him inside, and the two of them walked up the stairs one after another. This was an extremely mundane scene, yet the last time this scene happened was over two years ago. 

That time, Xiaoying walked behind Cunqu, and water droplets dripped from Cunqu’s body onto the staircase every step he took. He looked like he had just been fished out of a pond and placed upon this stairwell. Arriving at the fifth floor, before he even entered the door, Cunqu took out his bank cards and placed them inside Xiaoying’s hand. Emotionlessly, he said: “Grandma, I sold my car and house, the money’s inside these cards.” 

Xiaoying clutched the wet bank cards and looked up at Cunqu. At that moment, she had a premonition, grabbed Cinque's hand, and pulled him inside her home. She hugged Cunqu tightly, and shakily repeated: “Grandma needs you, grandma needs you…”

When Cunqu turned around to look at her, Xiaoying came back to herself and wiped her eyes. She asked: “What did you buy for breakfast?”

Cunqu smiled and said: “Fried dough. And some millet congee for grandma.”

They sat together at the dining table to have breakfast. Xiaoying talked about how the walking path next to the river was bustling even early in the morning. There was always a bunch of people exercising. Cunqu listened to her and replied from time to time. Xiaoying stared at a tiny oil stain on the tablecloth and suddenly laughed. She said: “Without Zhong Qiuyan that chatterbox here, this place suddenly feels so quiet.” Cunqu lowered his head and laughed.

Cunqu, standing in the flowerbed of his family home, repeatedly sneezed. Next to him, Qiu Xuemei helped him transfer a Chinese rose plant[2] into a flower pot. Today was his day off, and Qiuyan had returned to his home village last night after work. He sent a text to Cunqu: Today I’m bringing back a gift for our family’s treasure[3].

In the afternoon, Qiuyan carried two pots of Chinese roses into Xiaoying’s place. Holding the two pots, he walked around looking for Cunqu everywhere. Xiaoying indistinctly said from where she was sitting on the couch: “Are you practicing acrobatics or what? Put the flowers down.”

Cunqu asked, bemused, “Where’s my ge? He’s actually not home.”

 Xiaoying was drinking some odd kind of nutritional soup. She tilted her head back and downed the whole bowl, then said: “He went out with a friend.”

Cunqu’s new good friend, the chubby little kid from the fourth floor, ran to the fifth floor after he came home from kindergarten and invited him to play together on the roof. When Qiuyan ran up, Cunqu was sitting on a camping chair that someone had tossed out. The little chubby kid was lying beside him listening to him read from a picture book. Cunqu read: “One rainy day, atop a continent of a planet in the universe, within a neighborhood in some city of a country, behind the window of a house, stood a little girl. Her name was Madeline. One day, Madeline’s tooth was about to fall out…

So Madeline sprinted out of her home, she wanted to tell all her neighbors this good news. Her neighbors came from all over the world. There was an Italian, a Latin American…" 

The little chubby kid often interrupted Cunqu asking him questions like “What is the Tower of Pisa?”, or “What is a jaguar?” Later he excitedly opened his mouth for Cunqu to look; one of his front teeth also fell. Whenever he smiled, that spot felt cool from the air. 

To demonstrate to Cunqu, he kept smiling. Cunqu eventually couldn’t hold back and also started laughing. Qiuyan took out his phone and captured a photo of that scene. He set it as his wallpaper.

The chubby little kid’s mom came up to get him for dinner. The kid squeezed Cunqu's hand and asked: “Will you read the picture book for me tomorrow too?”

Cunqu nodded. When he turned around, he saw Qiuyan staring at him from the side.

Qiuyan ran up and sat down on the other camping chair. With both hands holding his cheeks, he said: “Gege, I also want to listen to stories.” He was just joking around. But Cunqu suddenly stretched out his hands and feet and lay back on the camping chair. He smiled as he said: “That day when I came to grandma, I planned to just see her and then leave. Back then I accumulated a bunch of my pills and planned to down all of them in one go. But Grandma didn’t let me leave, she didn’t let me leave…”

Cunqu paused for a bit and continued: “And just now I suddenly realized how glad I am of that. The me of today has a boyfriend. And a good friend.”

Qiuyan didn’t reply and instead pulled him into a hug.

When they went downstairs, Qiuyan presented the two pots of Chinese roses to him as if they were treasures. He pressed up against Cunqu and said into his ear: “It’s a gift for you, not Liu Xiaoying. It says online that gifting flowers is a good way to enhance feelings between two lovers.”

Cunqu replied into his ear: “Did you read a romance guide for straight couples? You fool.”

But Cunqu really did like flowers. The two pots of orange and pink roses sat on the balcony, all the way until the end of September. Cunqu felt happy every time he saw them.

In the evening, after the sun had set, he retrieved the clothes he had hung up to dry. Xiaoying was in the kitchen stir frying while complaining about how useless the ventilation fan was. Qiuyan helped to bring out the dishes and yelled towards the balcony: “Ge, time to eat.”

Cunqu tossed the fresh laundry onto the couch and said he needed to wash his hands. When he headed into the bathroom to wash his hands, Qiuyan followed after him and quickly kissed his cheek. Then he hugged him from behind and said: “Wash together, let’s wash together.”

They playfully fought as they washed their hands. When they turned around, they saw Xiaoying standing at the bathroom entrance. Qiuyan was so surprised he almost leaped onto the sink counter. He yelped: “How did you walk over here without making a sound, old lady[4]?” 

Xiaoying’s gaze traveled between the two of them back and forth. Cunqu mumbled: “Grandma…”

The three of them stood stock-still at the bathroom entrance. Xiaoying said: “Hurry and come out to eat. I thought the two of you somehow encountered some big problem while washing your hands…” -> Chapter 16

Footnotes

[1] Not sure if I already footnoted this, but "jie-jie" is older sister haha ("ge-ge" is older brother) [2] A specific type of China rose 果汁阳台 (google images: https://tinyurl.com/2rxfnbzn) [3]  The word is 宝贝, it literally means treasure but is used in a similar way as the “baby” endearment. So it can be translated as that as well.  [4] I don’t know if I ever mentioned this but whenever Qiuyan calls Xiaoying “old lady” he always uses 老太太, which is a respectful address for an elderly woman.

[bamber344]

it is wednesday and as such i have a snippet to share, fresh out of the oven! These dudes are not having a good time.

“Sir! We need orders!” Pedro immediately fell into character while the rest of them hung back, Drew pulling his cap down to cover his face. “What’s the situation?” “W-we don’t know exactly what happened, but what we do know is that the direwolf is loose, and she is angry. She’s sticking to the second floor for now, but it’s only a matter of time before she comes looking for a meal down here, too. We sent Perkins up a while ago to scout, and he hasn’t come back yet. We have no silver bullets, anything we throw at her just bounces right off!” At that moment, a man came stumbling around the corner of the stairwell, and Roxy knew it was already too late for him just from the smell of blood alone. He was covered in it head to toe, his right arm torn off a little ways below the shoulder. The wound was the furthest from clean a wound could get; the snapped end of his humerus extending out a little further than the dangling strands of grisly, ruined flesh around it. The moment he laid eyes on his allies, all of the fight left him and his body crumpled, rolling down the stairs to rest at the feet of the remaining hunters. Someone screamed as his heart gave its last few pathetic beats and went silent. He couldn’t have been any older than twenty.

It is surreal as fuck to finally be working on the final chapter of direwolf after over a year of writing it, but all good things must come to an end eventually. Lots of girlies being covered in blood for this one :)

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

oh! chapter 299 is Worse! 😀

(webnovel 297)

this is, without doubt, among the worst things i've ever read (kicking screaming on the ground banging my fist against the floor sobbing)

[agendergorgon]

I started out in the Worm fandom (superhero webnovel, very long) by writing a stupid fic about Worm's protagonist, bullied teen Taylor Hebert who is most famous for taking the often mocked power of insect control to such ludicrous extents that any other bug controlling villain looks positively , getting the powers of a big dumb monster from Evolve and going rawr and smash. I think it was cos it was the done thing at the time, cos I'd not written any fic before, and cos I liked Evolve. I've gone back and forth over the years but I think just smooshing Worm and another powerset you like or think might be fun to write is an over saturated market but its a market that exists. A bit after that and a few embarassing rewrites or other attempts at the same sort of thing, and one hit that I kinda just kept making after people seemed to like it, and I ended up making DADA, a parody of Worm fics in the style of the usual kind of crack fic where nonsense is substituted for plot and its more about jokes than saying much. There were a couple of jokes about trends in the wider Worm fandom but the main selling point is that Taylor's power is ill defined and never elaborated upon much, and that her costume is a papier mache version of her own face.

Like so. I fuckin love this pic, credit to Pericardium who drew this after I'd sorta given up after one arc, leaving all the notes for future chapters and where to take the story as one ugly ill put together mess of a final chapter. For the longest while, this picture was the last thing left of DADA if you clicked past that ending. And it still sorta is. This is the face of DADA. Most common thing anyone said was "Why does it look like that" or talking about how it startled them scrolling across the banner on r/wormfanfic. Peri got this down perfectly, a portrait not of Taylor Hebert but of the lumpy doll fanfic likes to make of her. I made a stupid mistake a few years down the line. I decided to keep writing DADA. Like a zombie limping back to life, or a Rob Zombie limping a franchise back to life, DADA returned with plans and aspirations and ideas for a new ending and went from a brief read it over a cup of tea fic to something that had to commit to its jokey bits, something trying to be more meta than it ought to have been and barely communicating itself well. So it died again with a new ending written out same way as it was last time, in crumbs and snippets and morsels. DADA is a curse of mine that limps back to life whenever I have a new silly idea for it. Its a world that runs on wordplay and Amelia Bodelia logic and entertains cartoonish misconceptions of how people's superpowers work. (Where notorious villain Jack Slash can project the cuts of his knives to strike from extended distances, the Jack Slash of DADA makes his knives shrink and grow to physically extend as far as he is reaching with them) Its a world where villains from my other fanfics have invaded it as a superfluous additional set of antagonists. So yeah, here's DADA, its a bit impermeable without exposure to fandom memes and it changes its mind on what it is constantly throughout, but my fiance likes it so I'm gonna keep updating it as long as I have ideas on where to take it. Taylor is dead, wormfic above all.

[scrapplescribbles]

Ehhh yhea sure what are you working on? I don't think I know people here enough sadly.

Have a wonderful night do infodump me with ocs and stuff!

AHHH SOMEONE ASKED ME TO YAP

well lemme tell you something youre in for it buddy (gender neutral)

this took a while to actually post but i hope it was worth it

next in the cycle is ✨ Gildamore ✨ and im going to use this as the intro post which i already had in another draft but now i can post it cause someone else wants me to instead of just tossing my shit into the void and hoping it hits something

idk what you were expecting but i do hope this interests you

intro to gildamore (i need to get more stuff out there and this one is really fun and is next in my usual annual cycle of hyperfixations)

hello all ye fans of fantasy idiot mutually pining bffs to lovers

oh boy have i got the fuckin whatever this is for you

it's probably gonna be a webnovel or something cause its chill like that (i'll also make memes and comics and snippets of things that don't make it into the book too cause i have so so many snippets)

small note im planning on making more of these intro things and linking them to my pinned post because contrary to popular belief and the state of my bedroom i fucking live for tying everything up and organizing it

so yeah

here are the two main characters from my self indulgent fluffy romance story about ADHD teenagers getting shipped off to magic school and somehow saving the world (sounds very tropey i know)

i have been waiting for motivation to draw for so long that at this point i will just post this and add pictures later (i will rb this post when i do so keep an eye out)

Aeryth (she/her or she/they i havent decided yet and honestly neither has she)

fuck it we ball

if you ever DARE hurt a duck you'll not live to see another, bastard

Aeryth used to be my self-insert way back when Gildamore was just a slice of life magic school comic for myself so I could have fun with ocs without making it a whole big fleshed out project (back when I thought I was a girl lol.) I've changed her a lot since then, and, whoopsie, Gildamore has become a big project (fleshed out in some aspects but not others.) Aeryth is still very similar to me in a lot of ways but not similar enough to be a self-insert anymore. She is pretty much ADHD incarnate. She comes up with crazy batshit plans, but everyone ends up listening to her because somehow she's good enough at what she does that she can pull them off. Her lack of self preservation instincts go so far that they end up saving her in a lot of situations.

Lavell (or just Lav which is what most people call him) (he/him)

NERRRRRD

was the kid that took apart and reassembled pens in elementary school instead of paying attention and got the best grades in the class anyway

You know that one specific brand of nerdy male character with dark hair and daddy/parent issues? (Hiccup Haddock, Leo Valdez, Hiro Hamada, Varian, etc.) I made him like that on purpose because I absolutely love characters like that. Lav was created in the midst of a Tangled the Series hyperfixation, as you might be able to tell if you watched the show (once I get the pictures in here). So yeah. that archetype. He's the strategy to Aeryth's impulsivity. Not that he isn't impulsive, but he's more "i set it on fire" than "im gonna throw myself into dangerous situations." Fire is quite useful. Certain doom? Less useful.

and others

Via (she/her)- ginger, would constantly speak in italian brainrot if italy existed in the gildamore universe (shes a tralaleo tralalala girlie)

Marob (he/him)- tall and very british (again britain does not exist but you get the idea)

Rin (she/her)- literally the only sane one, also a healer which is very helpful, going for a witchy apothecary vibe with her

Alvara (she/her)- angry and scottish. her roasts put dragons to shame and also she speaks a blend of common and scots (i say scots and use scots even though scotland, like italy and britain, does not exist in the gildamore universe) (shoutout @novaluna7189 :D (alvie is as much nova's baby as mine, perhaps even more so))

and now the plot

It always starts when you turn fifteen.

It doesn't happen to everyone. You're lucky. You're chosen.

All you have to do now is convince your family you're not completely fucking insane.

This was not a problem for Aeryth, apparently. She had elf blood running through her veins, apparently. Nan had already sent all four of her children, including Aeryth's mother, to magic school.

Apparently.

So that's cool, but what the fuck

[insert internal crisis followed by cool themed divider here]

That's it. That's what Lav had been missing the whole time. It made perfect sense.

If only it didn't make him sound like someone who needed to be institutionalized.

His father had never understood. Lav had tried, and it wasn't that he didn't have any valid arguments. His dad was just closed-minded and thought sheep were more important than making cool shit.

He was gonna need help with this one.

[insert second cool themed divider here. i should make dividers but i dont feel like it rn]

then it all works out and they get to gildamore (aeryth with her nan's help and lav with his sister oira's help)

long story short they meet at school, become besties for life, fall hard for each other, and spend the next several years of the plot (think the timeframe of how to train your dragon) hanging out, as besties do, and hopelessly pining for each other, completely unaware that their feelings are mutual and they're literal soulmates. no third act breakup. this is a healthy relationship built on trust and friendship and true love and i will not have you angsty fucks spoil it (i am technically also an angsty fuck and i have an ample dose of emotional devastation in the works for this one but shhh thats for later so totally dont worry about it shhhhhhhh nothing bad will ever happen to either one of them or their friends everrrrrrrrrr)

also plot things happen. i think theres like another continent across the ocean and bad guys and world events and a pantheon of gods who live to meddle behind the scenes (me core) or something. thats the bit im still trying to figure out (maybe i'll be able to this summer since i'm graduating high school very very soon and won't have any summer schoolwork. i do have a summer job but i'll make it work.) this is where the emotional devastation comes in. also they both have personal issues that they have to work out so that happens (aeryth has some identity and parental problems and lav has the typical self esteem issues n shit that come with his archetype)

Conclusion

i love them <3333

and i am writing i promise

i think i am on the fifth iteration of the first couple chapters and it is not going super well but like i said im figuring out plot things and then i will have a clearer idea of what im doing with that

also as i mentioned previously would like to make some comics bc that was gildamore's original purpose

so stay tuned i just might get motivation

any day now

[itsbenedict]

@eternalfarnham tagged me in an ask meme game:

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

I don't keep my WIPs in a folder exactly, but here's what I'm currently working on:

Datasouls InFinite: Fake walkthrough for a game that doesn't exist, featuring bickering between the guide writer and the curmudgeonly speedrunner annotating her guide to tell the player how to get the secret ending.

Justice/Arcana: Sequel to Star Seeker in: the Secret of the Sorcerous Standoff, digging more into what the deal is with illegal magic and demons and stuff.

Medallion Works: Content authoring engine for Fire Emblem-style SRPGs, being used to make...

Thrall: An FE-style strategy RPG perhaps more aptly-titled "Izuka Simulator", where you play an outrageously evil hag trying to take over the world by sorta-mind-controlling your foes to conscript them into your army.

Typhoon Family: Transformation smut game where you play an unethical geneticist caught in a time loop and trying to prevent the alien invasion of Earth.

Two-Faced Jewel: Novel adaptation of a defunct fantasy TTRPG campaign, starring a fancy dancer who lies all the time.

TFTBNVN: Not my WIP, exactly- I'm doing a bunch of programming and stuff for the VN adaptation of Lurina's webnovel.

World of Mafia G2: A 15-player game of Mafia with a shitton of extra rules and mechanics, featuring an evil corporation's secret underground magic R&D death facility.

This is too many things to be working on at once! Probably not a lot of these are getting done for a good long time! Oh well!

[ursachaotic]

part of me wants to post like an excerpt of one of the chapters i'm working on. if i can find a good like paragraph to share, i'll put it on here?? but yeah adshfoisdh y'all wanna get a little snippet of the btw webnovel lmao 😭

[mj220991]

Finally i finishedddd Cang Lan Dao, this is a masterpiece really. Its been a long time since i cried reading a webnovels. This one i just so so good.

I post the snippet of the scene where the ML just killed the emperor by hand, glad to tell you that later he will have another murderfest in the court. Remind you this happen with only like 5 chapters left 🥲.

Spoiler

Like your typical revenge story. The ML is the only person left in his clan. His family is your usual heroic border generals family, we know what will happen to them. Ofc the other aristocrats hates them, the emperor grow suspicious of them too. Short story, the ML executed his own family with his own sword under the emperor order. And becomes his sword.

Comes our FL, a doctor lived a pampered life but her family fell into political schemes. Ofc she has problems, short story on her way to exiled she exhanged identities with a killer. Then she employed under our ML.

I know the novels is just sooo long, MSB longest novel i think at 195 chapters. But so worth it.

Im tagging another novels guru @mercipourleslivres @dangermousie @aysekira

[lizhly-writes]

that guy was so innocent lmao. just imagining him peering at current transmigrator yhr like "what happened to you, dude??" and our yhr deadpanning, "i got a backstory" lol.

in my head (even tho u said he has no issues), original draft yhr is kind of buying deep into toxic positivity ("if you just focus on all the good things happening right now you can outrun nihilistic existential despair and not think about the dark fate hanging over your head!") + dissociates from reality by considering him and everyone around him "just characters in a novel, it's kinda funny everything that happens, bc of course it would, this is a novel setting meant to be entertaining!" and now i want to him and current yhr to interact longer in a setting where they are siblings. lol

I think it makes sense if neither of them get to be Yang Haoran, because that's just going to be deeply confusing for everyone.

So we'll have Yang Haoyi (current transmigrator) and Yang Haolun (original draft).

Anyway.

"Does it bother you?" Yang Haoyi said, chin propped on his hands, watching his brother voraciously consume some cheap serial he'd picked up from the bookstore.

"No," Yang Haolun said. He rolled over on the bed so he was right-side up again. "Sorry, does what bother me?"

Even without context, it was a fair answer. Very little bothered Yang Haolun. Yang Haolun was a very peaceful in person, in general. He had a certainty about himself that Yang Haoyi would occasionally find himself jealous of.

"You don't remember anything at all," Yang Haoyi said. "Does that bother you?"

There was a pause. Barely noticeable, but still, it was there. "You mean that I don't remember anything about my past life except for some webnovel," Yang Haolun said.

At a young age, they'd realized something was wrong with them. Yang Haolun had been born with the bone-deep certainty that the world around him was playing out some sort of story, and hadn't kept it secret. Yang Haoyi, conversely, had been born with the bone-deep certainty that there was something wrong with his life, and had concluded that it was his brother's viewpoint that was the missing piece.

This seemed to be proven right, when Yang Haoyi could recite snippets of story that Yang Haolun had never told him. As they had gotten older, though, Yang Haoyi began receiving disconnected bits and pieces of some past life that went along with the story. Yang Haolun, in contrast, had never remembered anything of the sort.

In his place, Yang Haoyi could truthfully say he would be bothered. What it did it mean, living out a life and remembering nothing about it except for some random story? Did it mean that your life had been unmemorable? Did it mean there was nothing there at all you wanted to remember?

"Wow, you're thinking really hard about this, huh?" Yang Haolun said. "Drinking Meng Po's soup is the natural state of things, isn't it? The majority of mankind doesn't remember their past life, and they're not mad about it, so why should I be?"

"I remember," Yang Haoyi said.

"So you do," Yang Haolun said. "Congratulations, you're very special. Do you want a prize? I can get you... one ice cream. That'll take up my entire week's allowance, so you better be grateful."

[trashxbucket]

This is a snippet from my webnovel Tales From Industry City. Kinda gay huh.

[th3overthink3r]

WIP game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips.

people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Thank you @error-dream-was-found for tagging me.

Buckle in, buttercup, I'm about to take you on a wild ride.

Ex ultra

Text note 17\02

Persephone and hades

Shadow of the king

Mer study

PUF Geréb szenved (meg mindenki más is)

Blood pact

Hole in the wall, hole in your heart (let me sew it shut)

The blood of the covennant (is laced with ectoplasm)

Fog of happiness

Tales of ghosts, fathers, and families.

SandDtier

The Iron-y of the situation

White lillies

A guide to crime by Philza minecraft

A story

The salt

Who lives who dies (who tells your story)

Blue

Among the stars (I found you)

A fire you want to put out (but it burns you too)

A promise to keep

Healing is a lot harder...

My loyalty (is to the royalty)

Angel of darkness

La rosa

Lamb of the slaughter

The theorist residence

Ode to the scars

The theater majors are a different breed

The family welcomes you (fly home, Robin)

Spawnday

Story of a life (a tragicomedy)

How to aquire a family (a guide by TommyInnit)

Act 2/1

Robins are meant to fly

Ducky 1

Red Robin

Signal

Charlie knows all and forces Techno to adopt him

In which Techno gets Quackity his mate(s)

Rats in a ditch

Rats in a ditch 2

The journey of sky

What hides in the darkness

Presidency of Luthor: Election year

Powerplay: post credits

Mafia mer au

The analysis: How do you show love when you are Hiccup Haddoc

Across the seven seas (we found each other)

Eternal waltz of hearts

Reincarnated into a webnovel? Kinda cringe ngl.

It's you I seek (in every reflection of me)

Half of these will never see the light of day lol. Let me tell you the fandoms, and you might take a gamble with your questions lol.

DSMP, DCU, Danny Phantom, LMK, Original work, greek mythology, S and D tier, Lifesteal SMP, one Theory chamnels ff, one about Danny motta, and Poverplay the amazing masks ttrpg podcast.

So... I' tag as many people as I can, but mo promises. I'm sorry to everyone I have tagged, feel free to ignore me.

@deitybird @jcpennyart077 @gremmyroeroe @bananapuddingwithwhip @danaclese @thenaiads @randomclownsheep @shyartbean @yaeklore

I actually don't have more, lol.

[chaoticgoodlawyerwrites]

I was tagged by the very talented @fieldofclover

The game: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence / excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My word is GHOST and I'll be pulling from across projects. I'll indicate which project before each snippet. Unfortuantely for me, I've been cleaning out my wips that have lingered over the past six months, but I'll do my best to not repeat from the same WIP!

G - Ch 2 of Final Demon Way 7 (to be posted in about 3 hours lol)

"Got to say, this is the best my life has been since waking up here. Why not enjoy it?”

Tianlang-Jun had just hummed and stared at him with dark eyes for a moment. Weird, but he had accepted that as the ex-Turk’s default state, so he ignored it as he closed his eyes and basked in the luxurious moment of peace. 

They got along well enough. Tianlang-Jun welcomed stories that Shen Yuan could share from his world, so he spent far more time talking than he had initially expected. It turned out that he liked the noise after laying in silence for so long, and who was Shen Yuan to deny it to him. It was nice to be able to put his many hours of reading webnovels, watching movies and shows, and reading fiction to use, and Tianlang-Jun liked hearing about things he never would have been able to dream of.

It turned out that Chaos liked listening to him, too. The WEAPON remained a silent (to Shen Yuan at least) observer of him, evident only in how intense his gaze was in comparison to Tianlang-Jun. Shen Yuan didn’t mind being a curiosity to him, but at some point he got curious in return.

“Hey, so I know Turks are trained to keep things close to the chest, but could I ask you something?”

They were half a day’s travel from Su Xiyan’s Cave and just about to set out when Shen Yuan asked. Tianlang-Jun looked at him with surprise and said, “Sure. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer you.”

Fair enough. “Well, I know your limit breaks have their own personalities, even if they’re not fully sentient like Chaos is. Do you think I would be able to meet them?”

Tianlang-Jun stared at him like he had said something insane again, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. “What?”

“Could I meet your limit breaks? They’re part of you and it would be nice to be on decent terms with them before they just come out in a battle, you know? And I know Chaos has been paying attention; just because you don’t say hi doesn’t mean I don’t see you, sir!”

Tianlang-Jun looked like he was in pain from holding back laughter. “You’re scolding Chaos. For not saying hi.”

“It would be nice!”

-

H - Sequel to my Big Bang Fic, tbc Home is You

Hmm. He recalled Bingmei’s research into what could Binghe’s appearance could have meant for his health (people had been deemed insane for far less than talking to voices in their head). If he recalled his facts correctly, he figured that Bingmei would see his lapse in memory as a sign of a known disorder. He would then to address it with modern science, which would do fuck all to a ghost like Binghe. 

Binghe remembered medicines doctors in this age could prescribe. Anything meant to suppress a personality would likely weaken Bingmei rather than him, and that could only be a boon for him.

But he hadn’t gained a reputation of being a brilliant strategist by assuming things. Luo Bingmei finally having a “proper” explanation for Binghe’s presence as DID and then treating it as such was the best case scenario for Binghe. There were many other possibilities to consider.

-

O - Sequel to my fic Pet, Blood (cw menstruation)

One thing she completely forgot to discuss was the little fact her biology didn’t care she had recently become sexually active. The day before they were set to complete their first kill, her period arrived to her mortification.

And Luo Binghe’s confusion over her embarrassment.

“A-Yuan, it is completely natural,” Binghe held her close after she had been extremely apologetic about waking with red staining their sheets under her hips. She had completely forgotten and her periods tended to come on strong all at once. While she had managed to bolt to the bathroom, Binghe had been waiting for her when she exited. “You are healthy enough to bleed normally; how is this a bad thing? Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Are you disappointed?”

Huh?

Did she mean that she had forgotten? 

“In myself. I really should have known.”

Binghe just kissed her forehead lovingly and said, bafflingly, “it’s not your fault, lovely. We have time. For now, however, I have a few ideas to take your mind off of this. Allow me to care for you.”

-

S - Ch 19 of Siren Song

Shen Yuan blinked at her once, twice, then nodded. “Alright.”

“I’m all for us rushing to touch each other, but I wanted to ask if you would indulge in a bit of role play with me.” Shen Yuan raised her eyebrows at that, but she wasn’t put off by it. “Not the first round, but after we’ve both come once and you’re a little less feral, I would like us to… continue what we started on stage. If the tension in ‘Point of No Return’ was able to actually be consummated between Christine and her Phantom.”

Shen Yuan stared at her and licked her lips, getting into the idea. “Me playing Christine, the innocent but eager virgin, and you playing Erika, the obsessive genius to guide her through each new experience.”

Luo Binghe’s eyes darkened and she smiled sharply. “I knew you would understand. And, since this is the last time for a while that I’ll have legs…”

-

T- Ch 9 of Perfectly Misaligned

“Then what about romance? Any interest in looking for a partner now that you’re around others?”

Cloud looked at the reporter like she was more than a little crazy. “I’m still adjusting to how noisy the city is. Dating is far from a priority for me. I was content to live by myself for years; I have to get used to seeing so many people before that even has a possibility of changing.”

She nodded understandingly but still asked, just as Rebecca had warned her, “I very much understand that, but my boss is just going to send me back here tomorrow if I don’t at least get some idea of what you might look for in a romantic partner. I was able to take a peek at the pictures from today; there will be a public outcry if I don’t give my readers something.’

Cloud sighed gustily and it took everything in her not to say trustworthy and durable as she was afraid those would prove to be apt descriptions for Sephiroth. “I need someone I can trust and rely on. Someone who is comfortable with themselves and can handle me being myself without shame. I would also like them to be reasonably attractive, but the other things matter more.”

Raquel went very, very still as she stared into Cloud's eyes and asked her follow-up question. “I can’t help but notice your use of gender neutral pronouns when it comes to a possible partner for you. Would you say you are attracted to more than one gender?”

Cloud smirked and said, “No comment. And, again, I’m not interested in that kind of thing right now.”

--

Uhh I actually don't follow a lot of people on here, but if you're a fanfic writer and you read this, consider yourself tagged! Your word is PLEASE.

[darkreaderdan]

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

hey im new on here and I’m a person interested in writing. i have a few wip and i will be posting snippets of them. other than that i will be posting imagines and like book talk & anime talk and such. im heavily on booktok, booktwt and bookstagram with over 2k followers on both booktok & bookstagram, so you can ask me any book related questions.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

name: dani

age: 23

cw: this blog is 18+

interest: books, music, anime, writing, movies

book series: grandmaster of demonic cultivation/mdzs, dark verse series, fall away series, hollow boys, rina kent (only a few books though I’ve read all), cora reilly universe (same as rina), devils night series.

𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥-𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 & 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘢, 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘪, 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘯𝘢𝘰, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯.

𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦: 𝘐’𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦 & 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭’𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵: 𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨😖. 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.

artist: bts, chase atlantic, lana, TNBH, arctic monkey, hozier, sleep token, hey violet.

anime: black lagoon, fairy tail, psycho pass, assassination classroom, jjk, bleach, black clover, haikyuu, kuroko no basket, moriarty patriarch, bsd… i can go on for days.

webnovels: tbate, solo levelling, ovr, solo necromancer etc.

i have my asks open so you can go ahead and ask me opinion on anything are just share ur thoughts with me. you can ask anonymously but be minded to not be disrespectful cause i get triggered real fucking quick☺️

[deadn30n]

portrayal notes: shen qingqiu ( yuan )

a collection of short snippets pertaining to my personal interpretation of Shen Qingqiu ( Yuan ). list is subject to change and be updated over time.

so while i do write the original Luo Binghe from Proud Immortal Demon Way, i do not write the original scum villian Shen Qingqiu ( Jiu ). instead, i write the transmigrator ( Shen Yuan ) who becomes Shen Qingqiu after he dies and unintentionally takes over his body. it means he harbors all his memories and knowledge of the book and uses it to change the storyline into what we see throughout the entirety of Scum Villain.

my version of Shen Qingqiu is transgender ( the originanal SJ was ), but Shen Yuan wasn't. he was a little surprised by the revelation, but adjusted easily enough. he didn't mind it either way -- it was just something he had to get used to, which wasn't difficult. his newfound identity also allowed him to live experiences he otherwise never would have when he was still Shen Yuan in the modern world, and he likes to think it's made him a little wiser to the world around him

because of his knowledge of the novel, Shen Yuan fell pretty easily into his role as Shen Qingqiu ( with no help from the System nagging him about 'OOC' ). he hadn't wanted to act the way the original flavour had, but once he unlocked the 'OOC' function, he turned 'Shen Qingqiu' into an amalgamation of the original's lofty attitude + his own playful and open-minded demeanor.

i know it's a running gag that Shen Yuan had a bit of internalized homophobia throughout the novel because he was adament about being straight, but i personally just... don't like really like that trope, so i likely won't implement it much into my writing. ( it's based on my own personal lived experiences dflskjghd )

since Shen Yuan inherited Shen Jiu's body, he likewise inherited all of his natural talents, including his cultivation powers and the things he was good at doing. Shen Jiu wasn't a remarkably gifted person, but he certainly wasn't lame either. he had his own strengths and weaknesses, which Shen Yuan took the time to acquaint himself with

it's kind of a given that because of the kind of peak Qing Jing was ( a peak for the scholarly type of cultivators ), it's sufficient to say that Shen Qingqiu was proficient in several types of instruments, extremely well versed in both poetry + singing, and could also paint very well. his calligraphy is also exceptional and he's an all around example of what a 'scholar' should strive to be

Shen Qingqiu is the type to prefer silence and the solace that quiet moments could provide. he doesn't typically enjoy crowds or loud places, and very much avoids anywhere with too many people. even his own peak has very few disciples ( only as many as perhaps 10 in total ) and he's gotten on Luo Binghe's case several times for being too rambunctious now and then

at a glance, Shen Qingqiu can appear frosty and arrogant. he has a tendency to carry his head high and might seem like he's looking down on others, much as how the original flavour had. but deep down, he still harbors some of the silliness and playfulness of the person that 'Shen Yuan' was. he sometimes still views himself as a loser, but since acquiring this new persona, those thoughts come less and less as the days go on. he doesn't often show his silly side, it usually only comes out around those he's closest to ( Luo Binghe && Liu Qingge ), and it's often done in very subtle ways.

he acts like Luo Binghe is a nuisance, but there's no denying that Shen Qingqiu is in love with him. he has been since he first read about him in Proud Immortal Demon Way. he became irrevocably smitten with the protagonist that could charm anyone and get anyone he wanted, and it was no surprise that Shen Qingqiu fell for those charms later in life too

it's very, very unlikely that Shen Qingqiu will ever reveal to everyone that they were once byproducts of a shitty romance webnovel. he and Shang Qinghua ( the author who also transmigrated into his own book ) are the only ones holding that knowledge, and it'll stay that way

Shen Qingqiu isn't necessarily a terrible cook, but he isn't great either. he mainly leaves meal preparations to Luo Binghe. he's much better suited for other 'homely' tasks like doing laundry or cleaning, but Luo Binghe also insists on taking care of those. it kind of makes him look lazy, but Shen Qingqiu actually isn't

sometimes, when Shen Qingqiu feels stuffy or suffocated by his surroundings, he may take his sword Xiu Ya and go for night time rides under the stars. the cool night air is refreshing and often clears his mind of the troubles he struggles with