#Snippet

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

there’s something really appealing about bruised up men, bloody and ragged, after they fight to defend you or for you, it just ticks on a little mark in my brain idkkk

so true boss. so true. defending you as a teammate or other part of the crew, as a friend, maybe as a lover. but also consider: the 141 protecting you because you are their asset and you don't get to die.

maybe it's a Milena situation. or Stacy Davidson if you wanna be nice. whatever it is, you do not want to be there. it's hard not to feel some kinda way about seeing these big fuckin' dudes breaking bones and bloodying their knuckles to keep you safe, though. if anyone else comes at you, they're getting a warning shot to the leg from Price. if they get any closer than that, they're swallowing a knife, courtesy of Ghost.

you start to feel like maybe you're safe as long as they decide you're still useful. which is good, because you're otherwise out of your goddamn mind with fear, no weapon, hands ziptied, absolutely no way to defend yourself. possibly even gagged, so you can't yell for help. if they die, you die, because there's no way you'd survive their enemies.

but then they somehow just. do not. die. despite how crazy outnumbered they are, plus figuratively and literally carrying you? yeah, you are freaked the fuck out. and strangely grateful. the adrenaline rush and "rescue" of it all (again, you're an asset--basically a hostage, and sure as fuck not being rescued) has you feeling some kind of way. seeing them work together to take down a dozen enemies at a time? seeing them put their hands on the one guy who managed to get close enough to lay his hands on you?  

you're in a vulnerable spot here, okay. you haven't slept in two days. you're in a state. you're trying to adjust to this and it sort of messes up your brain. once everything calms down, you kinda don't want to leave them. you kinda feel safer with them. kinda want to answer their questions after all. kinda want to keep them warm at night.

you can't remember if stockholm syndrome is a hollywood fiction or not but maybe this is what it feels like?

#mine #snippet #ask #cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #cod smut #poly!141 #john price #captain john price #fem reader #simon ghost riley

[smilingbuckley]

More than seven sentences Sunday

Who doesn't love the "only one bed" trope? More of the fake dating fic :) working on chapter 4 now. I suspect it will have 5 or 6 chapters but am not sure yet.

Behind him, Eddie huffs in his sleep. The bed croaks as Eddie shifts and turns around. Suddenly, an arm wraps around his stomach tightly. He freezes, waiting for Eddie to wake up and apologize. But Eddie murmurs something unintelligible and presses his nose against Buck’s neck.

Eddie is dead to the world, fast asleep, and instinctively reached out for him.

How is Buck supposed to fall asleep now? With his heart beating so loudly it is a miracle Eddie doesn’t wake up from it. He tries to relax his body, which makes him lean into it. He can’t help but let out a relieved sigh. It feels good to be held by Eddie, even if it doesn’t mean anything.

They’re best friends, best friends cuddle, right? It’s not… strange? Or weird?

They sometimes did during quarantine. But the difference is that Buck wasn’t aware of his feelings back then. And he is very aware of them now.

He should just enjoy it now. He probably won’t ever get the chance to be held by Eddie like this again.

It makes him feel safe, the way Eddie’s hand is pressed on Buck chest. He wonders if it looks protectively or possessively.

He focuses on the feeling of Eddie’s breath hitting his neck. His lips are almost touching Buck’s skin.

He can feel Eddie’s soft hair brushing against the back of his head. And the hard feeling of Eddie’s chest against his back.

Eddie mumbles something again and shifts closer, a leg sneaking its way between Buck’s legs, intertwining. Now Eddie is pressing his face against Buck’s shoulder, his hair tickling Buck’s neck.

God, this weekend is going to kill him.

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@specialbrownieeater @m1kayu

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[justallihere]

Violet didn’t dare turn to look at his face. She knew if she did she would see clenched teeth, a muscle ticking in his jaw—signs of irritation others might not recognize, but she would, because she knew him so well. He’d made it clear two days ago that he would have no patience for Mira and Brennan fighting in front of her, and reiterated it again today that he didn’t like her feelings hurt. Even though he’d known Brennan longer, it seemed it didn’t matter; he still wouldn’t tolerate his behavior if it upset Violet.

#storm in the quiet #snippet

[nyoomfruits]

UUUUUU your snippet had me going "WAG Oscar?🤨 WAG OSCAR!😳"

SO EXCITED FOR IT LOVE♥️

i love wag oscar so much idk how much of the plot i've told but he's literally rolled into it and he understands Nothing but lando is sweet and cute and needs help so. here he is. literally most of it is just oscar standing in the garage like 🧍and the fandom going 'AAAAAAAAAAAAH' which is pretty much canon actually. ANYWAY idk if i mentioned it was a soc med au. i'm all over the place with this ask i'm so sorry. here's a snippet of the soc med stuff to make up for it <3

#landoscar #you love me (but you don't know it yet) #listen mad respect to soc med au writers this is SO MUCH WORK #snippet

[lookingfts]

I just... cannot. I can't. 🫠 And I know Anthony can't, either.

Yeah, this is like...A LOT for me, so I can only imagine how Anthony would react.

*sexy snippet below*

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Anthony didn't even know where to start. Her legs, a million miles long in fuck-me heels. Her smooth stomach, muscles flexing as she walked toward him. Her perfect breasts tantalizingly hidden by an elaborate bra. Her hair loose around her shoulders, combined with the gold jewelry in her ears and on her wrists. A goddess demanding worship, and Anthony her willing sacrifice.

But truly, it was the skirt. No, not a skirt. A fucking belt masquerading as a skirt.

Anthony clenched his jaw as Kate stood in all her glory before him, smirking at him. Fully aware of the desire coursing through his veins, surely branded on his face. As it always was for her and always had been.

"Where did you get this?"

She smiled, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "I had it custom made. Do you like the skirt?"

Anthony chuckled roughly, his voice already hoarse. "That's not a skirt, honey." He let his hand drift to the expanse of bare thigh, and Kate tried to hide her shiver as his fingertips grazed her skin. Slowly, his hand disappeared under the fabric, cupping her as she moaned. "If you were wearing a skirt, it wouldn't be so easy to get my fingers in you."

#asks and answers #simone ashley #kate bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #bridgerton #kanthony #snippet

[feysand-hivemind]

Sneak Peek

Rhys looked up, noticing the sky, so full of stars that he almost convinced himself that he was back home in Velaris, on the rooftop of the townhouse. His family was on their way over for dinner, and they would laugh, and annoy each other, and talk about Night Court business, and drink long into the night. They would then retreat to their respective bedrooms at his place, too drunk to find their way home.

Forcing the tears threatening to fall back in, he made himself snap out of it. This wasn’t home. The sky was the same, and the stars were pretty, but nothing compared to the glimmer they held for the Night Court. The stars hadn’t been shining the same in nearly five decades, and he hadn’t seen his family in just as long.

Rhys was all alone, and he didn’t know how much more of this he could handle.

#time won’t fly (it’s like I’m paralyzed by it) #feysand timeloop #sneak peek #snippet #feysand #Feysand hivemind #Rhysand #Feyre #feyre archeron #feyre x rhysand #feyre and rhysand #acotar #sjmaas #sjm books #sjm

[redo-rewind-if]

Think I might start sharing some spoiler-free snippets for you all while I work on things since the next update probably won't be out for a few more months.

Starting with this gem. Given the specific choices you have to make to get this line, I imagine many of you won't ever see it. So I figured I might as well post it here lol.

#redo; rewind if #interactive fiction #if game #sneak peek #snippet #if you guys like this type of thing i can try to do it at least once or twice a week :p #just let me know #actually if anyone has any suggestions in general for things they'd like to see feel free to drop an ask!

[unforgivenn]

HIDE AND SEEK

The night crept in with a cloak of chilling silence, broken only by the distant howl of the wind.

Whumper stood amidst the gnarled trees, a figure shrouded in darkness. He moved with calculated grace, each step a predator's silent stalk.

Whumpee cowered in the corner of the neglected cabin, the wood groaning in protest against the weight of its own decay. Fear coiled around Whumpee's heart like a serpent, its icy grip tightening with every ragged breath.

The door creaked open, hinges protesting the intrusion. Whumpee's gaze darted towards the entrance, trembling with a mixture of dread and desperate hope for help.

Whumper's silhouette loomed in the doorway, a specter of nightmares giving form. His presence suffocated the air, tainting it with the stench of fear.

"Come," Whumper's voice slithered into the room, a serpent's hiss laced with promises of pain. "It's time to play." He said in a sing-song voice as if it was nothing but a mere child's play

Whumpee's heart hammered in his chest, a primal rhythm of terror. He knew escape was futile, trapped in the web of Whumper's twisted game. He slapped a hand to his mouth, trying not to make any noise and drown out his pathetic sobs.

Whumpee could hear whumper's steps coming closer to them as he shut his eyes tight wishing that the walls would somehow swallow him whole. It would be much better than what whumper would have in store for him.

He knew he never should have ran. He should have been good. Now he's going to get himself hurt all over again.

Whumper suddenly jumped up behind whumpee grinning at how the other flinched violently, his eyes widening in terror, to afraid to look at the sadist behind him.

Whumper grabbed whumpee's shirt lifting him up in the air. A task much easier than thought.

"Found you"

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #whumblr #my writing #whump prompt #whumper #whump snippet #writing snippet #whump drabble #writing drabble #drabble #angst snippets #snippet #angst scenario #angst #angst writing #whumpee #scary whumper #creepy whumper #whumpy oneshots #oneshot #whump oneshot #writing oneshots #ik this is a bit short #to be considered #a oneshot #but eh fuck it

[redrum-alice]

Another ABAcelsus fanfic idea or whatever...

Summary: A.B.A recalls her time at Frasco, days before she found Paracelsus. Other than collecting keys, she found herself fascinated by a storybook. [Post-Strive]

This is a snippet (mid part):

“You know…” Paracelsus muttered. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, darling.” he said, not forgetting the term of endearment to catch her attention.

“What is it, dear?” A.B.A’s lips uncurled and pursed, curious to what he wanted to ask.

“What was it like before you met me?”

As if time shattered its own gear, the moment was crudely silent thanks to his wife’s uncanny pause. If he struck a nerve, he was willing to admit his mistake of digging through dirt. It wasn’t the first time he asked that, but he certainly doesn’t question it on the same row. It’ll take a long time for that question to resurface, and it seems that it got picked today.

A.B.A. loosened her grip on his arm, contemplating what answer she could give him this time.

“I-”

Before she could answer, a ringing bell far from them caught their attention. “Ice cream! Ice cream! Get your ice cream! Only a dollar a cone!”

“Oh!” A.B.A clapped her hands, taking this as an opportunity to divert her husband. “Dear, I’m famished.” she gestured towards the ice cream man, hoping Paracelsus would take the hint.

“Ah, I see. What would you like me to get?” He asked, awkwardly smiling. Maybe it wasn’t the time yet.

“Whatever you get, I’m fine with it.” She said, letting him off as she sat alone.

Staring at the sea didn’t exactly give her the tranquility she needed to formulate an answer for him. What kind of a beloved spouse would she be if she kept on turning him down?

The homunculus was so preoccupied that she didn’t feel a presence nearby. As soon as she heard a branch stepped on, she turned to where the noise came from, but nothing was there.

“I-I’m hearing things…that mustn't be good.” she sighed.

It was a mere moment of solitude before she found a child standing next to her.

“EEK!” A.B.A screeched, terrified of the small being directly looking at her. Thoughts came flooding in her head: what does it want? Was she here to disrupt her peace? Is she plotting to take her husband away from her?! Oh she would not allow that– she must act at once–

The small girl sneezed and kept looking at her, slowly blinking and waiting for the woman to let her sit.

“Can I sit?” The child timidly asked.

It took awhile for A.B.A to calm down and look at where her husband had gone, he won’t be back for some time bc of the long line. The woman breathed in and out and recalled the steps Testament gave the two on dealing with an encounter like this; if they are polite, leave them be– but if they’re hostile, give them a taste of their medicine. The child exhibited nothing but curiosity and shyness…something she could relate to.

A.B.A tried to compose herself and nodded at the child, keeping a safe distance as she was struggling to climb up the bench. Her short legs dangled as she tried keeping the book in her hands. The woman did her best not to look at the girl, yet the little girl sat in a position where she was facing A.B.A. Well, so much for avoidance.

‘If I keep my glance at the sea, it will leave.’

It wasn’t long before she was once disrupted again.

“Read.” The child said, handing over a book one third her size. A.B.A was puzzled, unable to figure what to do next now that it was asking to assist her.

.......

Thats all for now :'3

#a.b.a #aba x paracelsus #aba & paracelsus #aba strive #a.b.a x paracelsus #a.b.a guilty gear #paracelsus guilty gear #paracelsus #abacelsus #fanfic #snippet

[felkithecreator]

Sneak peak for the next chapter of Reach Through the Mist, because I haven't updated since December (whoops) and I feel bad.

The next chapter will hopefully be out within the month, but it is very much kicking my ass and will probably continue doing so.

#legend of zelda #revalink #loz #botw #fanfiction #breath of the wild #revali #link #urbosa #snippet #my writing #writing wip

[puppetmaster13u]

Tagged by @call-me-strega Rules of the challenge are: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew, then tag as many people as there are words Which, I'll be honest, I don't particularly enjoy doing that much tagging of people, makes me feel like I'm spamming so I'll do less, hope that's okay :> @radiance1 @golden-buddle @phoenixcatch7 @hdgnj @f4nd0m-fun @mkarchin713 (Hope that's enough)

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“Oh fuck me,” Bruce muttered under his breath when he blinked the spots from his vision. If this woman tried to sacrifice the baby in her arms he’s going to start a riot.

#tag game #my writing #demon batfam #fuck ur bullshit (found familys ur monsters) project #snippet #drabble #writing wip #idk what it counts as lol #batman #batman au #bruce wayne #demon batfam au #cryptid batman #I wonder which child it is #yes this is the one where he gets them all as babies #last thing you wrote #or whatever it's called #Spoiler: it's baby Jason

[smilingbuckley]

motivation monday (except it's another snippet from my fake dating fic)

“Your family is huge,” Buck tries to whisper to Eddie.

Eddie glances around, “Oh, no. I don’t know half of these people, I think they’re Amelie’s family.”

“Oh, that makes me feel a little bit better,” Buck admits. He lets Eddie sit down first at the edge and then sits down next to him. Christopher is on Buck’s other side followed by Helena and Ramon.

Eddie grabs his hand and intertwines their fingers, “There’s no reason to be nervous.”

“I know,” Buck answers, “I’ve got you next to me. What could go wrong?”

“Ay!” Someone behind him says, he turns around to see Pepa sitting with her own children, “No jinxing us, chico.”

Eddie snorts and Buck frowns, “Sorry.” He watches as Pepa reaches out to make a cross over his face and chest. No one had ever done that before. And he’s not religious so he doesn’t really care, but Pepa pats his cheek softly, murmuring something about jinxes, and he realizes that she did it because she cares and doesn’t want him to be cursed.

That’s what it’s like to have a family that cares, he supposes.

Eddie is chuckling beside him, “Welcome to my family.”

He smiles in return, “Happy to be here.”

Eddie huffs, “Prepare to have many tías dot all over you. And never say anything like that again. Pepa is pretty tame compared to others. Some will perform rituals to keep away curses or jinxes. Especially on a wedding.”

Buck’s cheeks turn red, “Right.”

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@mage8

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[justallihere]

“I’ve cried enough,” she said, but she still had to blink quickly against the familiar burning at the backs of her eyes.  “I’ll forgive you if you do it once more.” “Kind of you,” Violet said dryly.

#storm in the quiet #snippet

[nyoomfruits]

HAPPY LANDO MAIDEN WIN HERE'S A SNIPPET FROM MY FAKE DATING WAG AU TO CELEBRATE

“God, that was exhausting,” Oscar says, falling down on the couch when they final enter their hotel room later that night.

“Yeah, I know, I’m-“ Lando starts, and then stops when Oscar squints his eyes at him. “Not sorry?” He finishes.

Oscar laughs, a short and sweet thing, and lets his head fall back against the back of the couch. “That’s a start, I guess. And it’s fine. I had a good time. It was cool to be able to see Quali up close like that. One of your engineers, I think his name was Mark? He actually talked me through a bunch of stuff while you were getting ready. Really fascinating. Oh, and I got a waffle,” He perks up at that, and Lando can’t help but be a little endeared and a lot jealous.

“Oh man,” he says, throwing his stuff in the direction of the bed and falling down on the couch next to Oscar. “From that waffle stall near Merc? I walked past that like four times today, it was fucking torture.”

“I mean, you could’ve gotten one? I distinctly remember you mentioning you were a millionaire. Also seeing as you’re Lando Norris they probably would’ve given you one for free.” He raises an eyebrow at Lando.

“Bleh, yeah, but like. Meal plan,” Lando stares forlornly at the little fridge in the corner of his room where his breakfast overnight oats already sit in wait for him for tomorrow morning. “No waffles until after the race. Which is when the waffle stall will inevitably be closed.” He pouts at Oscar. “At least tell me they weren’t like, the thick, fluffy waffles with the sugar clumps but those weirdly thin cardboard-y ones.”

Oscar looks at him, says nothing.

“Nooo,” Lando says, lets himself slump down on the couch. His toes tap against Oscar’s thigh very briefly, before both of them move away again. “Why does the universe hate me.”

“You’re third on the grid tomorrow, Lando,” Oscar says, smiling at him. It looks surprisingly soft, even in the harsh overhead lighting of their hotel room. “The universe is at worst partial about you.”

“No see, if the universe liked me I would be first on the grid. But no, the universe has to have this weird little crush on Max Verstappen for some reason. Fucking universe.” Lando pouts again. Oscar laughs, loud and bright and with shaking shoulders. It wasn’t that funny, but. Lando will take it.

“Well maybe try being nicer to the universe. Maybe then the universe will give you something nice back. Karma, and all that.”

#landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #snippet #you love me (but you don't know it yet)

[lilac-den]

Hey, how are you doing? A little fluf mixed with angst aks. How would the ROs of Silverking, in a late crushing stage when they realize their feelings towards the MC, react to finding the MC staring at their mother's picture while drinking alone and saying something like:

"Hey mom, I've made some new friends in my new work... One them is this person, their name is [ROs name] and I like them, I really like them, when I'm with them I don't feel alone, but I don't think they are interested is me... I wish you were here to help me mom... You would know what to say"

I've made a similar ask before, but I guess it got lost among the other asks. It happens, so it's okay :)

Oh, thanks, anon! I did receive your previous ask (both of them) - I'm just very slow in responding to RO reaction asks cuz I tend to write them longer than I should.

However, for this, I don't think I can answer this from the RO reaction.

So, to make it up to you, I'm gonna write this when Lucifer - MC's dad - is the one who found MC in this state :D Enjoy~

"Terrorbyte?"

Lucifer calls out upon entering the apartment, frowning at how there is little light within. It's not a sight he's unfamiliar with though, especially on this day.

After all, it's a day he and [Name] can't brush aside.

He squints into the dark, the moonlight outside aiding his eyesight with its gleaming shine. There, between the couch and the coffee table, is a silhouette sitting on the floor. He recognize the shadow to be [Name] in an instant.

He feels something solid against one of his foot and looks down, taking note of a rolling, empty bottle. His frown deepens. Have they been drinking? He looks around to look for the only possible witness but finds no sign of a certain ball.

Oli must be recharging; he may be a flippant attitude sometimes with [Name] in a casual fashion, but Lucifer has acknowledge early on that he is the most loyal ally and one who cares for them just as much as Lucifer does.

The large man bends down to pick up one of the empty bottles and walks closer to the coffee table, just in time to see the state of their offspring.

[Name] is almost sitting straight, occasionally swaying left and right whilst humming a tune Lucifer can only identify as an old song from the 90s. Of course, such humming is interrupted with a sharp hiccup, which seems to be funny to [Name] as they left out a light giggle.

"Hic!" Lucifer moves to sit next to them and he sees their eyes blink. He waits patiently for them to register the form next to them, their eyes narrowing for a quick moment before [Name] blinks again and finally realizes with a wide grin.

"Poppy! Poppy pops!"

Lucifer raises a brow. Just how much did they drink? He looks at the other side of [Name] to find more bottles on the floor next to them, definitely empty given how some are on its side yet dripping only one or two drops of alcohol. Lucifer turns his gaze back to [Name] and opens his mouth when [Name] turns to the coffee table.

"Mama, look! It's good ol' pops!"

A soft twinge tugs in Lucifer and he follows [Name]'s gaze to see the picture of none other than Perida [last name]. He closes his mouth, exhaling through his nose with a forlorn gaze.

"How long have you been drinking?"

His tone is soft and lack any chiding. If this had been any other occasion, he might tear a new one. But he knew of the psychological trauma of losing a parent was severe to [Name] and while he couldn't say the same about his parents, he shared the mourning of losing Perida.

She was the love of his life after all - a fact that has never changed, even after all these years.

"Mmm..." [Name]'s brows knit with attempted focus and they pull up both hands, bringing up a finger with each count. "One...two...three..." They pause and Lucifer can almost see the hamster wheel running in their head before they throw their hands up in defeat, grinning once again. "Since I said goodbye to the sun!"

So around sunset, which could mean at most four hours ago.

"You should slow down on drinking." He comments casually. If he tries to stop them, [Name] would only take it as a challenge to push it. He can make sure [Name] doesn't attempt taking even more.

He reaches out a hand on his right, willing the figure to bring a requested item he asks it to bring. He can hear the clatter and rustles in the kitchen, more clumsy than aggressive. After a minute, a cold glass fits in his palm nicely and he brings it to [Name] with a gentle tone. "Drink."

"Mmpgh..." Their face pinch to discomfort and they shake their head. "No...No more whiskey."

"This is water." Lucifer moves the edge of the glass to their lips and [Name], like a toddler, reaches up with both hands to cup around the lower half of the cup. They drink, gulping it. "Slowly, [Name]."

Once the cup is truly empty, [Name] drops their hands down. Thankfully, Lucifer is still holding the cup so it never drop. He places the cup just as [Name] begins to talk again.

"Was just...just telling mom about them. Hic!" [Name] blinks and Lucifer doesn't need to think twice about who [Name] is talking about. After all, he's noticed the amount of time both [Name] and the team have spent time together, especially one in particular.

"Oh?" Lucifer asks and this is enough for [Name] to ramble.

"Yeah! I told her about how we met and all the funny and crazy missions we went on! "

"I wish mom was here..." The words remind Lucifer of the small space of pain inside him, one Perida's presence once filled with ease.

It has been more than a decade since Perida's passing and though Lucifer had tried his best in filling the gap, there was still a part of him that worries of not being enough. It was one of the very few things he couldn't feel confident about; his wife was a person unlike any other.

"She would know what to say."

At this, Lucifer takes notice of the slight sadness. "About what, Terrorbyte?"

Perhaps [Name] was much more inebriated than they should be because they reply without considering who they're talking to, "About [RO]."

One of Lucifer's hands twitch.

"Iiii like them." The words coming out of [Name] is a bit slurred, drawing out the first word. Then [Name] is chuckling, a forlorn smile on their face. "I like them loads! I don't feel all that lonely with them..." [Name] closes their eyes and another laugh escapes them, more in defeat than humour. "But...they're not interested in me. They're not."

"That's not true, [Name]."

They tilt their head to him, eyes halfway open but the forlorn smile is still there. "'Course it is. Who..." Their eyes begin to droop, the drowsiness weighing on their expression. "Who would...want someone like...?"

Their words trail to a stop and [Name] shuts their eyes as they drop their head upon Lucifer's shoulder, who watches the sleeping expression on their face. The man sighs through his nose, bringing his arms to wrap around their shoulder and under their knees before picking them off the ground with ease.

It feels like back then, when [Name] came home upset about the kids teasing them for having no mother and that she 'ran away from trouble'. They tried not to show it, but Lucifer knew how much that hurt [Name].

There was a likelihood of them forgetting about this or pretend like it never happened. He wants to discuss this with them, but the circumstances is just too delicate. Even if he provides reassurance, it's highly probably that [Name] seeks more from the one person causing such self-depreciation: [RO].

It's times like this that he, too, wishes Perida to be alive too. It's a longing that persists, a pain that never goes away.

But he has to be strong. For the three of them.

#silverking #snippet #Lucifer #MC

[indigeko]

His eyes were the colour of dying leaves, yet they sparkled with more light and warmth than the summer sun.

🫠

#my writing #snippet #light academia #literature #poetry #writing #aesthetic #books & libraries #fragments #reading #spilled ink #words #fluff #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #spilled thoughts #love