#my snippets

[envysparkler]

“Cass is the favorite.”

Bruce paused in the hallway, head tilted in the direction of the kitchen.  He wasn’t aware that anyone was still up.

“Definitely.”

Bruce was aware that Tim had coordinated tonight’s patrol as Damian was sick with the flu and Bruce was laid up with a couple of injuries—they must’ve just gotten back.

“She can read everything on his face and he never has to say a word—the old man must’ve been thrilled when he found her.”

Bruce frowned.  His plan to return to his bedroom was put on hold as he lurked in the shadow of the den, listening carefully.

“And…Dick is the next favorite.”

“Of course, he’s the Golden Boy.  Follows orders like the perfect soldier.”  There was a dark twist of bitterness to the words.

“Tim’s next.”

“No, it’s definitely Babs.  She’s actually good at her job.”

“Nah, I have to go with Steph.  Babs calls B out on his bullshit.  You, baby bird, melt into the shadows and don’t make a peep.”

“Tim, then Babs.”  When he heard the scratching of pencil on paper, Bruce realized they were actually writing this down.

“Then the demon brat.”

“Depending on what kind of scene he’s caused in the past week.”  A laugh, low and not very amused.

“Then me and Jason.  The outsiders.  Last on the list.”

A scoff.  “No, Blondie, then you.  I’m not on this fucking list.”

“Jason—”

“We’re ranking his kids remember?  Not the vaguely estranged undead mob boss that comes to bail your asses out of trouble.”

“You’re his son, Jason.”  Bruce was gripping the door frame so hard his dislocated shoulder twinged.

“All evidence says otherwise.”

“Well, I’m not his kid either.  So I guess both me and Jason are off this list.”

“You’re his kid, Blondie.  You have a room in this house.”

“I don’t use it.”

“Neither does little Red, and he’s the one running the company.”

“You have a room here too, Jason.”

“No, I have a fucking shrine to the fifteen-year-old kid who was murdered in Ethiopia.”

It landed flat and whatever camaraderie had been underneath the bitterness and snark dissipated instantly.  It left a heavy tension in the air.

“I don’t want it anyway.  Look what happens to the poor bastards at the top of the list.”

“What do you mean?”

“Cass—dear, darling, favorite Cass.  She disappears whenever anyone is talking to B.  Probably too painful to watch.”

“I hadn’t noticed that.”  Quiet.  Guilty.

“And the Golden Boy.  Trying to hold the family together while everybody in it tears it apart.  Timbo here, who’s hoping that if he slinks further into the shadows everyone might actually forget he exists.”

“Hey, I don’t—”

“Babs is stuck working for a boss who constantly undermines her, the demon brat doesn’t know if he should be listening to Dick or Bruce, and you, Blondie, for the great honor of being last on the list, are the only one of us that actually managed to slap B.”

#my snippets #batfam angst #bruce tries to be a good parent #he's not very good at it

[green-eyedfirework]

Dick can tell that the alpha is angry from the moment he spots him. To be fair, no father would be calm right now, but angry seems like an insufficient word for Slade's current mood.

When the alpha growls, the entire clearing bows their heads.

The men chasing Dick and Rose are already dead, ripped apart by a furious wolf pack, and Dick is numb, wondering if he's next.

He was supposed to keep Rose safe. He was supposed to teach her and protect her. And he failed.

Rose is slumped unconscious in Dick's arms. She isn't seriously hurt, just bruises and scrapes and magical exhaustion, but Dick can practically feel the murder exuding off of Slade as he stalks closer.

"She's okay," Dick tries to reassure, voice hoarse.  "Just tired."

Slade's gaze snaps to him, and Dick abruptly regrets getting the alpha's attention.

The sound Slade makes is a cross between a snarl and a roar, and it's enough to start the trembling. Slade closes the distance, lips pulled back, teeth gleaming, and Dick stays on his knees, frozen to the spot. The sound of his heartbeat is the loudest thing in the clearing.

Dick's whole face is prickling. "I'm sorry," he forces out, because he failed, and then he shuts his eyes. He can't watch his death.

The bite is sudden and deep and agonizing as sharp teeth sink into the junction of neck and shoulder.

Dick cries out, or thinks he cries out, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the way he's getting dizzy. His arms are losing strength and he makes a muffled sound when he feels Rose slipping, but hands skim across his, picking her up easily.

His eyes are open again, but that doesn't make a difference, not when the world is growing ever more blurry between each gasping breath.

Slade disengages, and this time, Dick screams.

It feels like a thousand fire ants chewing on his collarbone, like someone carved him up with a superheated blade, and if this is how bad it hurts, Dick doesn't want to know how bad it looks. The world tilts around him the moment Slade lets go, and Dick finds himself sprawled in the dirt, sobbing so loud he can't hear anything else.

Something wet and cold touches his face, wandering across his skin. Please, Dick tries to say, please make it quick. If the alpha decides to play with his food, well.

The darkness is approaching swiftly, Dick's own injuries catching up with him, and Dick swears he can feel the rough, sandpaper edge of a tongue before it washes over him.

~#~

Dick wakes up feeling warm, which is pleasing enough to almost ignore the other throbbing aches that demand attention.  His shoulder is pulsating with soft waves of pain and he very carefully turns his head to avoid aggravating the injury.

He remembers—the fight, Rose passing out in his arms, his own magic drained, the wolves appearing, Slade.

The bite.

Dick swallows.  Slade was snappish the entire time Dick was teaching Rose how to use her magic, he doubts that this episode endeared him to the alpha.  The only niggling problem is that Dick feels far too cozy right now.

He cracks open an eye.  Fur.  Dim light.  Silver hair.  He blinks, looking down in surprise at the curled-up wolf pup sprawled across his chest, breaths softly whistling through the air.

He honestly thought he'd never see Rose again.

There's another pup tucked under his left arm, light-colored and drooling on his shirt, and a bigger, dark-furred adolescent wolf with his back to Dick, and on Dick's other side is—

A cold, ice-blue eye meets his gaze.  The alpha doesn't look any less angry, any less murderous in human form.  Dick is stuck to the spot, trapped by more than a sleeping wolf pup and heavy furs, as the alpha leans over him.

"Sleep," Slade says, in a voice that makes it sound remarkably like a threat.

Dick shuts his eyes, and sleep follows quickly.

#my snippets #sladick #wolf/mage au #dick is contracted to teach rose magic #of course this means he spends half the time butting heads with slade

[gretahayes]

I think Tim should have a bat necklace

#my rambles #tim drake #kon el #my snippets

[definitelynotshouting]

Hi smalletho nation i needed a warmup before digging into more hunger au so i decided to write a little snippet specifically intended to make @bad12amcomic want to beat me with hammers<3 its not much but i hope yall will accept this humble offering that has literally zero context whatsoever /silly

"You suck, Etho, never come near me again," Joel snaps. Then, with the edge of a sneer: "Sorry, I didn't mean that— except I did, you loser— bet you didn't see that one coming, did you, you stupid— blimmin'— good at everything...." His voice trails off, curdling and sour as it drips to the ground.

Etho's response is slightly more measured. "I dunno, Joel... seems like you kinda want my attention over here." One white eyebrow ticks up into a perfect arch, the glint of a sly smile teasing the corners of his eyes. The bare edges of a laugh tickle each syllable as he leans in close, both in mock and in challenge. "Maybe I don't suck as much as you think."

"I wish you did," Joel blurts, then flushes all the way to the roots of his hair, entire face flaming. "I-I mean, uh— oh, wow, nevermind, that came out weird. Look at the time— goodbye Etho, I hope Gem kills you really... stupidly. So I can laugh at you. Because I'm cool, and way cooler than you. Obviously."

#joel smallishbeans #ethoslab #smalletho #boat boys #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #suggestive #WILDLY HAPPY I GET TO TAG THIS AS HERMITCRAFT LETS GOOOOOOO JOEL #tbh this was specifically bc i wanted to write joel's voice hes so fun for me..... i love the little pauses in his dialogue #guys with unique voices mon beloved #shouting speaks #mcyt #my snippets #txt

[foone]

The ICEpick was nearly finished. A few more minutes and I'd could lift the computer lockout, and get the hell out of here... The motion detector went off. Oh no, it's here.

I slam the lighting control and duck behind the desk in the sudden darkness. I hear claws scratching at the door, and I hold my breath to try and stay silent as the door slides open.

I feel more than hear the thuds of its feet as it enters the captain's quarters. It makes that raspy catching cough noise again, like it's laughing at me. And then it speaks, using the voice of one of the dead crew.

"I'm almost flattered at the attempt, but I could hear your heartbeat and taste your synapses firing when I was still two decks away. It's pointless to hide. So why don't you stand up from there and we can talk like civilized beings? Here, I'll help."

There's a click. The lights come back on. I hear the beep of the ICEpick turning off. It canceled the hack?

#My snippets

[autocrats-in-love]

Hi! I love your writing style. Can you maybe write a fic about a villain who falls in love with a civilian, and the civilian getting over their initial fear of the villain?

Warming Up To You

Be Warned: Kidnapping

“So, what exactly are you trying to get from this?”

“Would you shut up?”

The civilian’s mouth snapped closed. They were handcuffed to the wall of, all things considered, a pretty nice evil lair. The villain was a few feet in front of them, staring at multiple computer screens as they typed something furiously. A part of the civilian was very scared of the villain.

A bigger part of them was extremely curious.

“It’s just,” the civilian said precariously. “Whoever your hero is, I promise you they don’t know me.”

“Your brother,” the villain said absently.

“What?” the civilian said incredulously. “There’s no way. When would he even have the time? I barely see him anymore--he’s always working.” 

The villain didn’t respond. The civilian was too far away to see the text scrolling on their screens.

“So. . .how long has he been fighting you? Like, I always knew he kept secrets, but this? How could he keep this from me? I can keep secrets.” the civilian said.

The villain let out a frustrated huff and took their fingers off the keyboard. 

“If I answer your questions, will you be quiet?” the villain said. 

“Sure. I mean, I’m also pretty hungry.” the civilian said.

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“I’ve been here for hours!” 

The villain approached the civilian, crouched down to where they were sitting, and glowered at them.

“I could always gag you and throw you in a dark room. That’ll shut you up.” they said dangerously. 

The civilian swallowed nervously. But then they took a deep breath and grinned.

“I’m good. So, does my brother have any powers?”

The villain frowned. This person was no fun. With a sigh of resignation, The villain sat down.

“Your brother can stop time--so can I. That’s why he fights me, so he can stop me messing up the timeline. It’s really frustrating.” 

The civilian raised an eyebrow. The villain huffed.

“Fine. We’ve been fighting for five years. I’m sure you can piece together how he finds the time with his powers. I’m sure he didn’t tell you to protect you. But it doesn’t matter, I found you anyway because I’m good at my job.”

“Hmm.” the civilian said, leaning against the wall. “Interesting.

“Now, leave me alone.” 

The villain got up and started walking away.

“Wait.”

The villain turned around. The civilian saw them up close above them and knew how afraid they should be. The villain looked strong, imposing, and ready to fight. But being afraid wouldn’t help the civilian. 

“Thanks. This is probably my favourite of all the hostage situations I’ve been in.”

The villain stared at the civilian, puzzled. 

“What?” the civilian asked.

“. . .none of my hostages have ever thanked me before.” the villain said. 

“Wait, other hostages? Who?”

The villain pointedly turned on their heel and kept walking. But the civilian was sure they saw a smile on their captor’s face. It was cute. The civilian felt themselves blush.

#send an ask to continue #my snippets #not a prompt #writeblr #tw kidnapping #civilian x villain

[acacia-may]

8 for the writing asks pls?

Thank you for the ask and for playing this writing ask game.

8. An excerpt of my writing that hurt my own feelings to write.

I've definitely written a lot of things that hurt my own feelings to write, but I cried real, genuine tears when I wrote this scene and was so emotional over it that I actually had to stop and take a break to calm down by the time I got to Aubrey's "because you've always been that person for me" line. I've written a lot of angst and a lot of devastating moments, but I've only actually cried because of my own writing maybe twice(?) in my life (I'm usually not much of a crier), so it definitely sticks out to me and I consider the Aubrey-centric chapter of "When Sun Shines Again" some of the best writing I did last year. Here's a snippet:

With a heavy sigh, Hero turned away from her, staring out of the dark and gloomy window. “You know, I’ve…never really had a lot of fight in me…” he admitted quietly, a faint flush in his cheeks before he let out a light, somewhat self-deprecating chuckle. “It’s something I’ve always thought I should probably get a little more of. But you…” His expression softened, and he smiled at her as he met her eyes. “You’ve always been a fighter, and I’ve always admired that about you. You want to protect everyone—fight for your friends even when they can’t or won’t fight for themselves. But I’m your big brother…”—he took a shaky breath and patted the top of her head—“I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, so you don’t need to protect me, okay?” “But that’s the thing, Hero—you’re everybody’s big brother. Without Mari, you don’t have anybody to protect you anymore. And as long as you feel like you have to protect me and Kel and Sunny and Basil—as long as you feel like you have to take care of us, you’re never going to tell us what’s wrong, so you’re just going to suffer alone and none of us want that. We all worry about you too.” Aubrey paused, wiping her eyes. Hero froze. His hands trembled. He didn’t know what to say—didn’t even know how he felt. To see Aubrey so broken up and worried about him was like a wrench to his heart. First, Kel. Now, Aubrey. Could he do anything without hurting the people he cared for most in the world? “Aubrey, I…” he began to stumble as tears pooled in his eyes. “No, I—” she cut him off. “I didn’t say this to make you feel bad or feel guilty. I just…I know you, Hero. I know the way that things are—the way you always push aside how you feel to take care of everyone else, and I guess that’s part of the reason why I was so upset—because I knew how much you were suffering all alone and how you didn’t have anyone you felt like you could talk to. I know you’re never really going to be able to talk to us about what’s wrong—but I just…I think we all want you to have someone you can talk to. Someone you feel like you don’t have to protect. I know that’s never going to be me or Kel or even Basil or Sunny—you’re always going to be our big brother, but I want to believe there’s somebody out there—maybe even several people—maybe Brandi or your friends from school or I don’t know just anybody…somebody who you feel like you can tell these things to, somebody you can always go to who’ll try to understand and will comfort you and support you no matter what. I want you to find that person, Hero—because you’ve always been that person for me.”

#my snippets #answered asks #omori hero #omori aubrey #hero omori #aubrey omori #i don't think there are omori spoilers here #but if you know you know

[noodleblade]

kobd but knock out is the one smitten and pining for breakdown I feel like I always see it the other way

ahah I may have something in the works...

#its gonna be a long fic so its taking a bit of time and was put on the backburner while i finish a few things up #but i so agree with you anon i want ko a mess over bd #kobd #knock out #breakdown #tfp #transformers #pining ko fic #my snippets #im sure there are mistakes in this just ignore it

[mjjune]

🌈 ROYGBIV Game

Rules: Search your your writing for the colours of the rainbow and post the excerpt.

I plucked this from an open tag from @little-peril-stories <3

open tag! to anyone who sees this and wants to

These snips are all from my newest wip, ds!

RED

I rotated so my face went under the surface, opening my eyes to see through the crystal clear water. Beneath the magmum floor, I could see glimpses of red, heat rising. The heat here, the last of the extinct volcano, was as ancient as this temple.

ORANGE

A smell wafted to me, separate from the sweet roasted scent from the altar. This one was citrus, like the oranges that grew in the palace garden.

YELLOW

“Well, do whatever you want, I say.” Saya slid off the rock, her bare feet landing on the soft white-yellow sand with a thump. “Done pestering me?” “For tonight,” she said. “Enjoy your brooding alone time on the rock.”

GREEN

But I realized the mess they made wasn’t just from stomping, but a residue left in their wake. It left a faint afterglow, a duller green than their skin, that stuck to the dirt and strands of grass. As the afterglow faded away, even in the darkness I could tell it left the blades of grass shriveled and brown and dead.

BLUE

Before I could gawk any further, something skittered by my feet and startled me. It was a salamander, one of the blue ones. It squatted down to see it closer, where I could see its scaley skin. Each scale glowed uniquely, varying shades of blue that, from a distance, looked like one solid color. I ran my finger down the salamander and it nudged me, tail shaking back and forth to assess my threat level. It must have decided I was not a danger to it, as curled up in a circle beneath by finger and let me caress it.

INDIGO PURPLE

The people split down the middle, making room for the familiar voice. Tolai, wearing my favorite of her deep purple robes—the one with the belt made of sand dollars—stepped forth to the front before the warriors and the mysterious monk.

VIOLET BURGUNDY

As if reading my mind, a moth approached me, this one with sharp lines on its wings that reminded me of the triangular pivots of my mami’s earned marks. On the cusp of its larger wings, two small eyes looked back at me, glowing the same burgundy of seers.

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[bardigrade]

unprompted shadowzel snippet from the GIANT shadowzel fic ive been working on for a month and a half

#shadowzel #my snippets #i just hit 15k and i still have 12 scenes to go #why do I do this to myself #im still alive and writing dont worry im just writing something ridiculous and ambitious

[envysparkler]

When Jason died, he’d still been a runt.  A black dog that could barely reach Bruce’s knees, more fur than shadows, eyes that had not yet started turning red.  He easily fit into the lap of whoever was holding him, wriggled into nooks in the Manor that Batman would never be able to follow, had an unerring ability to stumble upon dead bodies.

Jason had felt his own death before he ever laid eyes on the bomb.  It was a horrible thing, knowing you were going to die but not knowing how or when.  Knowing that Batman would be too late.  Knowing that this was the end.

A Grim’s power was always stronger closer to death.  To someone else’s death.  To their own.

The Joker left, not because he was done playing games, but because something in those blue eyes had begun turning red and there was a flicker of fear amidst that carefully calculated crazy.  The Joker left before Jason Todd started leaking shadows.

The bomb went off.  A baby Grim died.

But you couldn’t kill something that belonged to Death.

Jason woke up.  Jason came back.  Jason opened eyes of liquid green fire, and fully transformed, he stood higher than most men, a terrifying amalgam of shadows and fear.  A giant canine, solid black and reeking of Death.

Because that was the thing about Grims.  Their full powers only kicked in after death.

~#~

Tim shuddered as he walked towards the control room, fighting the subconscious chill.  The thermostats all registered the temperature as a balmy seventy-four degrees, but he’d been shivering for the last ten minutes and he was determined to find the source of the problem.

It was dark, the sky outside so cloudy it looked like night, and even the lights seemed dimmer than they usually were.  Just perception, Tim tried to convince himself, darting glances over his shoulder at an empty hallway, but it didn’t quite stick.

The darkness closed over him like molasses, sticky, slow and inextricable.

~#~

Tim woke in a rush, like someone had jolted him, and struggled blindly up in the instinctive reaction to an alarm, before his mind woke all the way up and helpfully pointed out that he was restrained.

Before Tim could register anything more than an increased heartbeat, the binds tightened, and a low voice said smoothly into his ear, “Calm down.  Deep breaths.”

Calm down?  Calm down?  Tim felt like he’d gone five rounds with Crane, and he was being restrained, and the room was too dark to make out any significant details, and—

Something slid through his hair, pressure on the right side of a massage.  “Shh,” the voice instructed.  “Your heart rate is too high.  Robin, slow down.”

Tim instantly untensed, the reaction ingrained after years of hearing the same words in Batman’s growl.  The voice was on the edge of familiar, and it was enough to bypass his climbing anxiety and drop him into a lull.

Had he been hit with fear toxin?  He didn’t remember—and then Tim went very, very still when his mind pulled up what he did remember.

“Robin?” the low voice asked.

Tim started, voice scratchy, “There was a—” A dog?  A wolf?  What could he even use to describe such a monster?  “A creature.”  Tim swallowed, and opened his mouth again, to try and detail specifics, but they were nowhere to be found.

Red eyes.  Tall, taller than him, filling the entire corridor, black and shadowy and Tim had been unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to think—

“Robin, calm down!” the voice cursed right into his ear and Tim felt himself being pulled up.  The restraints across his chest was a pair of arms, one hand pressed flat above his heart, the other stroking through his hair.  His legs were pinned by a boot-clad leg clamped around his knees, and Tim became aware that he was half-reclined in someone’s lap.

“The creature’s gone,” the voice said.  “He’s gone and not coming back, stop panicking.”  The voice sounded on the verge of panic itself.  “Just—just breathe, goddammit.”

Tim obediently breathed.  In and out, slipping into the breathing pattern Bruce had taught him—a breathing pattern mirrored by the man holding him, and things gradually began to break through Tim’s spiral.

Details.  Facts.  Conjecture.

Detail—the voice sounded very, very familiar.  Hoarser than he remembered, but familiar.

Fact—Tim was still in Titans Tower, still in one of the most fortified bases on the planet.  There was no one else visible.  They appeared to be alone.

Conjecture—Tim let out a slow breath and kept his limbs relaxed, waiting for his captor to release his breath before Tim twisted as fast he could.  He wasn’t aiming to break their grip, just to see—

Green eyes in a surprised expression.  A random white lock of hair.  A familiar, set, stubborn jaw.

“Jason?” Tim felt like he was drowning again.

#my snippets #tt au #jason is a grim #he's very good at being scary #unfortunately this has consequences

[green-eyedfirework]

“You’re not Ra’s al Ghul,” the figure noted.

“I know.”

“How about,” his throat was dry and his words raspy, “I promise not to scream if you toss me the keys.”

~#~

“Why didn’t you try and kill the bastard, instead of getting your fool head cracked open on the stones?”

Dick turns to shoot the assassin a quicksilver, insincere smile.  “How'd you think I got chained to the bed?”

~#~

“You know,” Dick said, exhaustion tugging at him, “There’s nothing stopping me from warning Ra’s the moment he walks through the door.”

“I could kill you as soon as I heard footsteps,” the assassin remarks, unconcerned, “Snap that pretty little neck.  By the time he can tell the difference, he’ll be too close to escape.”

Fuck.

“Or, you can promise to keep that mouth shut, and I’ll unlock you when I’m done.”  Dick shifts to stare at the assassin.  “Don’t tell me you have any love lost for Ra’s al Ghul.”

~#~

“The Light sends their regards,” the assassin says quietly, and Dick goes very, very still.

“Everything alright?” the assassin asks as he does what he promised and unchains Dick.  Dick warily sidles off the bed, away from the dead body.  “You seem a little tense.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” the assassin looks up at him, pinning him in place with that one mercilessly blue eye, “Prince Richard?”

~#~

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Slade shrugs, “I’m a hunter, little bird.  I enjoy the thrill of the chase, stalking my prey as they stumble and falter and finally collapse, mired in the despair of their inevitable capture.”

That smile looks almost wolf-like.

~#~

The weight of hips flush with his own is what makes him freeze, heart rate spiking, his mouth going dry as he braces himself for pain, as panic and dread swirl together in his stomach, no please no having long since gone soundless, there was no point begging if it was never heeded—

The weight disappears.

“I’m not going to rape you, kid.”

It takes Dick a long, fumbling moment to brace his hands against the ground and push himself up.  Slade is back on the other side of the fire, sharpening his knife and glancing idly at Dick.

“And—” his voice sounds like he gargled seawater, “And I’m supposed to take your word for it?”

“I haven’t lied to you so far.”

“You said you’d let me go.”

“No, I said I’d unlock your chains, and I did.  I said I’d kill Ra’s al Ghul, and I did.  I said I’d catch you if you ran, and I did.”

~#~

“So how did the Crown Prince of Gotham end up a prisoner of Ra’s al Ghul?”

“Talia al Ghul,” Dick says quietly, “She broke from her father and fled to Gotham and my father married her.  And Ra’s decided that if Bruce stole his daughter and heir, he would do the same.”  Dick remembers that first spike of panic, past fear, past snarling rage, when Ra’s forced him down and fingers fumbled at his belt.  “And if Bruce took his daughter to bed, then he’d do the same to me.”

“I highly doubt that Lady Wayne is locked up in a tower and chained to a bed.”

“Lady Wayne didn’t try to kill Bruce at least three times.”  Dick pauses, and considers what he knows of his stepmother.  “Probably.”

~#~

Dick stares up at the furious assassin looming over him, and knows that this isn’t a fight he can win.  He’s still breathing through the injuries he got from the gang, and all he can do is curl up and try to survive Slade’s rage.

The cocoon of blankness is waiting like an old friend, and Dick sinks gratefully into it, withdrawing from his body, from the existing pains and what will soon be done to it, and hoping that he still has one to come back to.  For now, he drifts in the fog, untethered and alone.

There are fingers on his jaw, moving his head, a narrowed blue eye filling his vision.  “This a trick you learned with Ra’s?” the voice asks.

“What?” Dick says.  Slurs.  It’s all the same.

“Going away.”

Dick hums an affirmative.  He wouldn’t have survived Ra’s if he couldn’t...disconnect when he had to.  Ra’s didn’t care.

#my snippets #sladick #royalty au #prisoner #snippets from different parts of a story

[gretahayes]

While I have you guys here do you want to see my beautiful alpod contemplations

#my rambles #dick & tim #my snippets

[definitelynotshouting]

may i interest you in some scarian makeouts

Listen. We were all thinking it when Grian was screaming to Scar about starting resistances. Also technically this isnt even finished bc i wanted to put a proper opener on it before posting but,, i have unfortunately been too busy to sit down and write so i am throwing this into the void as is like meat pumpkins in the scarian enclosure. Mwah mwah please enjoy the food my fellow soldiers

"Scar, if you don't do something right now, I'm gonna start a resistance," Grian snaps. There's a tightness in his chest begging for release, to snap the building tension with the thunderous clap of TNT. The look he aims at Scar is nothing short of pleading, begging for some kind of intervention.

Scar, for his part, looks startled. "Um—" he stammers, eyes flicking over Grian helplessly.

Unfortunately, Grian doesn't have time for helplessness. "Scar, do something!"

"Do what?" Scar yelps in return; he's clearly out of his depth, fumbling for his bow and dropping it to the ground with a nervous clatter. "What do you— Grian, I don't even know what you want me to do here—"

"Just stop me before I do something I'm gonna regret!" Grian says desperately, and suddenly, a familiar glint flickers to life in Scar's eyes.

It's the bad idea glint. The I'm about to make this situation worse, glint. The I'm going to steal the enchanter, I'm going to run for mayor, I'm going to strip everyone's copper glint. Grian can't truly say he's surprised to see it.

But Scar only snaps his fingers. "Okay, okay, I've got it! You just— um. You— you know what, you just stay there, I'll come to you."

And before Grian can even process whatever that means, Scar is pacing forward, closing the distance between them with rapid, ground-eating strides. All thoughts of royal emeralds and resistances slide right out of Grian's head as Scar crowds into his personal space.

"Uh, Scar," Grian says, suddenly breathless for quite a few reasons, "um. Whatcha doing?"

"Distracting you!" Scar replies with far too much cheerful menace, then grabs Grian by the collar and reels him in for a kiss.

It's such an abrupt motion that Grian flinches before they can make contact, an electric shock running up his spine. But Scar chases that distance like a hunting hound, both hands coming up to frame Grian's face and hold him still— and then his lips are catching against Grian's, wind-chapped and gentle. Insistent. A warm, solid slide against his own, languidly coaxing them open. 

Another thrill of electricity runs through him, and after a moment's hesitation, Grian leans into it, eyes sliding shut as Scar's teeth catch briefly on his bottom lip. He's already fumbling for purchase— his hands flutter, trailing over Scar's arms before climbing to his shoulders, wreathing into his hair, and—

Grian tugs, just a bit too mean, and Scar's shocked hiss falls directly between Grian's teeth. If Scar wants to turn this into a distraction, he'll play along— but Grian's not going to make it easy for him.

"Oh, you are gonna get it for that, mister," Scar murmurs against his mouth, muffled and low, sweet as buckwheat honey. Grian shudders; every point of contact between them is kindling into a fire, spreading light and heat through his veins. He's swimming in it, crystalizing from the inside out, nothing but an empty, weightless cloud inside his mind. Scar's hands slide from his jaw to thread in his hair, and without warning, his head is gently tilted to the side.

Grian sucks in a sharp breath as Scar leans down and folds a delicate kiss into the triangle of skin between his jaw and ear. When he pulls back, the ghost of a breath fans cool air across it, wringing another shiver out of Grian's spine.

Scar leans down again; this time the kiss he presses to Grian's neck is not delicate. Instead, it's borders on a bite, nipping at sensitive skin until it begins to redden. Scar drags his tongue flat against what's no doubt a blossoming bruise, and Grian exhales in soft, trembling huffs that paint the air around them. Eyes closed, lips parted, a hazy glow curling beneath his sternum: Scar peppers his neck in kisses and bites, none quite as hard as the first, but intense nonetheless.

Finally, Scar dips to press one last, chaste kiss against his neck before pulling back and catching his lips once more. It's a faster slide this time, more demanding; Grian melts into it, curling his hands further into Scar's hair, cupping the back of his head to pull him closer. Scar's body is one warm line against him, an arm wrapping around his waist and pulling him close, even closer than they'd already been before. If this is drowning, Grian thinks, then he'll gladly welcome the floodwaters. If kissing Scar makes him this deliriously lightheaded, Grian will drown as many times as he's allowed.

Eventually, the pace slows. Scar swipes a thumb against his cheek, breaking the kiss only to dive back in for another, shorter one. And again. Again. Grian hums absently, a tuneless, crackling note that catches in his throat as the kisses between them taper off into gentle pecks, a closeness neither of them want to fracture.

It ends with both of their foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, lips red and kiss-swollen. Grian licks his absently; they tingle, gently bruised, and the noise that trickles out of his throat without permission sounds wrecked.

"Good distraction?" Scar mutters absently. The hand around his waist has abandoned its post in favour of stroking Grian's hair. It's a soothing, lulling motion, and Grian fights the hypnotic rhythm of it.

"Distraction?" he manages to rasp after a moment.

A beat. Then Scar giggles, a bright, soap-bubble sound that floats in the sunshine around them. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good review of the Goodtimes Distraction Services to me," he says, and pulls away with visible reluctance. His eyes crinkle at the corners; he looks fond. "You need anymore resisting against resistances, you know where to find me."

Grian lets him go with a shiver and a dirty look for the cool air that rushes in between them. Despite the chill, though, he feels warmed through. "Yeah," he says, lifting one hand to touch the mark high on his neck. It throbs; he presses down just to feel it. "Yeah, I guess I do. Tha— is it weird to say thanks, Scar?"

"Only if you don't buy me dinner on the first date," Scar replies breezily, and Grian chokes on a laugh.

"I'll write that down," he says dryly, and joins Scar as he meanders back toward Scarland's Main Street, all thoughts of resisting far behind him.

#scarian #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #gtws #mcyt #shouting speaks #my snippets #if this is bad no it isnt i havent edited it at all sjfjddjdj #but i do plan on doing that and adding an opener and sticking it on ao3. eventually #new job taking up all me brainpower WAUGH #mcyt fic #txt

[suguaotruther]

What If: Kieran agrees to letting Juliana handle his hair in Chapter 15 of Azure Dive?

This is a snippet I decided to do because yesterday, it was a certain author's birthday. But I couldn't finish on time because my internet died for the remainder of my night. So @dipplinduo, have this day late birthday present ;w;

“Want me to fix your hair up a bit?” Juliana offers, showing a spare hair band in the palm of her hand. She must’ve detected the hesitant look in his dark yellow eyes. “I’m just going to put it into a ponytail, nothing fancy or eye-catching!” And there was that reassuring tone of hers which had a habit of melting away his concerns. How does she do it? How can she just easily calm his nerves like that? It was frustrating she had that much control over him, after everything. 

But, on the other hand he decided to humor her a bit. His hair was a beast to tackle as Carmine liked to put it. Which is why it used to be the unruly mess it was known for. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt I guess.” He tried to come across to her in an aloof manner. That was how cool people do it right? He was cool. 

“Then come sit in front of me, I won't bite.” Juliana had that irritably cute smile on her face that reminded him of sunflowers. He moves over to sit in front of her with his legs now criss-cross flapplesauce. Kieran could hear Juliana crawl up to him a bit more, she must be standing on her knees to accommodate the height difference they now shared. 

“Just a ponytail.” He huffs, looking down at the floor of the violet tent they were in. 

“Of course! Do you want it high, low, or in the middle?” 

Frankly, Kieran didn’t really care but, if he had to answer her back. “Middle.” There was something weirdly electrifying about having Juliana this close to him. And she hugged him mere moments ago! 

“Gotcha! This won’t take long!” 

Kieran lightly tenses up the moment he felt her fingers run through his hair, it felt different. It felt… intimate with the way her nails lightly scratch his scalp, the strands of his hair sliding off her fingers. He eases up because it felt nice. 

“You have such pretty hair Kieran, I’m jealous. Can I brush it?” Juliana asks with her voice filled with warmth and Kieran mumbles a yes. Trying to mask away his eagerness for more of her touch. Soon a brush made contact with his hair, and that felt nice too. He could fall asleep to how gentle and soothing Juliana was messing with his hair. He closes his eyes letting out a soft sigh and slight shiver over how good it is. He could get used to this. The birds were chirping outside, the tree leaves lightly rustling, all while they were in this tent. It was the two of them. No Champion of Paldea. No Champion of Blueberry Academy. Just him and her. Sharing this soft moment with no prying eyes and hardly any words between them. Their actions meaning far more than simple words. With Kieran just melting into her from the experience. 

Locks of his hair were being bundled up into her hand and Kieran felt it being bound together by the hair band shortly after. Kieran turned around slowly while Juliana sat down again, grabbing her phone to show him what she did to his hair. He liked it. Rather than just one color covering over the other, there were locks of mauve and black mixing in neatly with each other. With the short ponytail being right at the middle just like he said he wanted.  “Thanks.”

“Mhm, you’re welcome.” Juliana smiles fondly at him. Kieran didn’t know what overcame him but he decided to impulsively run a hand through her side ponytail. “K-Kieran?” Juliana’s cheeks were rosy. 

“Your hair has grown longer too…” He murmurs, gently feeling her soft chestnut brown hair against his hand.

“Y-Yeah…” Juliana responds, her soft blue eyes with violet hues didn’t move away from his own. Even when Kieran boldly moved on from her hair to running the back of his fingers down the side of her face. He could feel his ears getting warm when he witnesses her subconsciously lean into his touch. She liked being touched by him as he liked being touched by her. 

“Juliana…I-”

“HEY! I SEE YOU’RE BOTH AWAKE IN THERE!” Came the most obnoxious and loudest voice, that Kieran began having not so pleasant thoughts about the source of said voice. “FOOD IS ALMOST READY!” Crispin when I get my hands on you…. 

Juliana immediately flinches back, her face incredibly red and no longer able to meet his gaze. “O-Oh yeah! Don’t want the food to be cold! We should get going!” Juliana started to crawl out of the tent in a rush. 

“Yeah… we should.” Kieran looks down at his hand that was just on her face. Mentally screaming at himself, he could feel his face match the same shade of red as Juliana's.

Silently memorizing and burning everything that happened in this tent into his mind for many years to come. 

#dipplinshipping #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #kieran pokemon #pokemon #my snippets #Happy Birthday Dipplin! #And now back to working on Chapter 21

[formulaes5]

A snippet from my next fic, featuring Mark’s crisis of sexuality and Jenson’s burning desire to have said “absolutely not” when Mark called him out of the blue to get a drink with him.

“Not to be rude,” Jenson cut in, deciding that he really didn’t need to be hearing Mark’s thoughts on the matter, “but I’m really not interested in hearing about how you want to fuck Sebastian.” “Wh— that’s not, that’s,” Mark floundered, opening and closing his mouth, “I never said— I’m not,” he continued, starting and stopping before abruptly falling silent, seeming to realise that there was no walking it back now. “And just for the record, most straight men don’t spend their time wondering how other men would sound if they fucked them… just food for thought, yeah?”

#I’m having the time of my life writing this #sebmark #martian #f1 rpf #my snippets #rpf #fic: the subtle art of deniability