#scenelet

[whumpadventureprompts]

Orders

Caretaker's hand tightens around Whumpee's wrist until they drop the knife.

"What do you think you're doing?" they demand.

"I broke a plate, so I have to be punished," says Whumpee tearfully.

Caretaker looks at the cuts across Whumpee's other arm. They didn't want to play this card, but this had to stop now. "Did I tell you to hurt yourself?" they shout.

"N-No."

"If I'd wanted you to do that, wouldn't I have told you to?"

"Y-Yes."

"If I don't tell you to hurt yourself, don't do it. Clear?"

"Yes, Master."

The word cuts Caretaker's heart the way the knife would have done, but it's better than the alternative. They let go of Whumpee. "Let's get those cuts cleaned up."

#whump #prompt #scenelet #trauma #cw:abuse #cw:self-harm #cw:knife

[sunny-jade]

Jushen tat 👀

Here, have the scenelet I wrote about it *grins*.

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Biting her lip and holding as still as she can, Jushen looks down, watching the visibly aroused tattoo artist mix ink and aether into her skin.

He reaches down to adjust himself while studying the work, mostly finished. "Remind me why a pretty, unblemished lady like you wants this, of all things?"

Blushing, she keeps her eyes resolutely on the inked area above her womb. "Because I wish to surprise my husband…" She leaves unsaid just how much she expects him to react, but it hangs heavy in the air as the artist shifts again.

Clearing his throat, the artist's voice is still a bit rough as he leans back over her to continue. "Well, if my wife surprised me with this…let's just say she wouldn't be leaving the house for a while."

Humming in acknowledgement, she watches him weave the aether in with hers, using her aether to passively make the tattoo glow gently. He clears his throat again and tries twice to speak before he's successful. "The more, uh, aroused, you are, the brighter this thing will glow, just so you know."

A feral grin steals over the elegant face. "Perfect."

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By the time she closes the front of her robe again, there's barely a slight sting from her skin, her soothing healing aether moving over it. She pays the artist and tips him handsomely, hurrying down the alley towards the FC house to await Nehir's return.

#ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #jushen haixin #scenelet #spicy

[void-botanist]

Rose’s Kiss Week Day 3: Focus

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Pali Ores-Pabat

Words: 309

Content warnings: none

Notes: Anchesh and Pali have been married for a few months. She's a shifter, so she looks fully human.

“Hey,” Anchesh said as he cracked the door with his shoulder. “I brought you a smoothie.”

“Did you make me a smoothie?” Pali answered, and he took that as an invitation to come in.

“No, but Klia would have done better at it anyway. They put actual protein in here.” He circled around to put the glass down in the only open space on her desk.

“Protein powder or nut butter?” she said without looking away from her tablet.

“Nut butter. I don’t remember which one though.”

“Mm.”

He hadn’t come into her room expecting to chat, but it was clear she wasn’t about to pause her research at all. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” He kissed the top of her head and stepped toward the door.

“Wait, no, Anchesh—” She snagged his elbow and pulled him back to kiss him on the lips, her other hand wrapping around the back of his neck. For a brief moment, it felt like he was the focus of all her attention. Then she settled back into her chair, letting him straighten up, her hand slipping from the back of his neck to his collarbone. Her smile was soft. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, returning her smile. “But do drink your smoothie.”

She turned, picked up the smoothie with both hands, and looked right at him while she took a big enough gulp from the straw that the level fell in the glass. “You’re right, that is really good.” She took another sip of it. “I’ll drink it, you don’t have to supervise me.”

“I’m not supervising,” he said, and he went to the door as though to prove his point. “Let me know if you want anything else.”

“I will,” she said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered, and shut her door behind him.

RKW taglist: @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs

#also you don't need to remember the name Klia. they're kitchen staff but named because Anchesh would know staff names #no cut because this one is so short. I just let the scenelets be as long as they felt like being #c: Marcus #c: Pali #wip: iecunem #rose's kiss week #rose writ

[izzy-b-hands]

Stede realizing Izzy twitches in his sleep at night and at first being like "awww like a kitten or puppy" and then realizing that for a human to be moving like that, considering what he knows abt Izzy, it probably isn't a happy motion like a kitten chasing a toy in their dream

Cut to Stede eventually saying something abt it to Ed who has enough Trauma in him to be like what do you mean, everyone does that in their sleep! and Stede, who has a slightly different flavor of Trauma and is not totally familiar with this is like Oh No

Further cut to be snuggly Steddyhands cuddle puddle to help alleviate late night nightmare twitches 🥰

#text post #steddyhands #tw ptsd #the ptsd has been a Bitch lately so im writing to comfort my me lmao #ofmd scenelet

[eddiemunsongf]

when adrian first got himself arrested i was like hm whats the plan to get out of there and it wasnt until that little scenelet near the end of the episode when the guard opens his cell and is like ‘youve got friends in high places’ or whatever and adrian looks at him like ? i do? 🥺 that i realized that there was no fucking plan to get out. he saw a way to help chris and he took it without a thought to the personal cost to himself. he was just gonna do the time. that’s insane. that’s an insane amount of love.

#im late and i cant make gifs but THIS one look is my favourite vij scene period #acweek22 #adrian chase #vigilante #this whole episode is THE vij episode #peak awkward comedy when hes lying to adebayo so obviously #peak badassery when he takes out the nazis #peak hidden depths in this scenelet + harcourts car #anyway this isnt meant to be adrian x chris but it can be #its just crazy how much he loves him #its crazy how much he is capable of loving

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

y’know, we’re calling it a Win that the mall scene is still under 5k, all things considered

#text #personal #writing #in btw #driscoll #hazard #we are also ignoring the fact that the beginning and ending of this scene need Overhauled lmao #future me problem #(if i ever get out of this tiny scene which is current me's problem lmao) #(i THOUGHT it would be quick and easy!!!) #(dear reader: it was and is Not) #on the bright side i'm much happier with where it's going lol and i think i found all the out of order shit #adhd whomst??? #so i did two of my three writing goals today but. really. i do feel better about this tiny scenelet so that's a Win also #(i didn't love the ending and i felt like there were redundant bits in the beginning) #i was correct on both fronts #i have figured out Why i'm just trying to re-execute now #love retconning my own thought processes from six years ago (not) #(okay that's a little harsh it is sort of fun to troubleshoot and problem solve) #(but dammit i want a Eureka moment soon bls)

[flanaganfilm]

The section in ep3 of Midnight Mass set to ‘Holly Holy’ will always be my favorite section of the entire series. I was curious to know more about your process for choosing licensed music for the show and when / where to place it? The use of music in the show as a whole is just so well done even from the opening shot of Riley’s car accident. Thank you so much for bringing such beautiful horrors into the world. <3

In the case of Midnight Mass, "Holly Holy" was written into the script years before we filmed it. I grew up with Neil Diamond music and knew very early that we wanted a big montage to that specific song, so I'd listen to it over and over again in my car while I went to work and try to imagine what the montage should look like. I also listened to it on repeat while I worked on the script. I listened to a lot of music while I wrote - including a lot of traditional hymns, most of which made it into the show. I had "Nearer My God To Thee", sung by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, looping while I wrote the final episode. In the case of "Holly Holy," in the screenplay, each line of the song is written into each little scenelet of the montage to make sure it timed out properly. Same with "Nearer My God To Thee" and a few of the other hymns, they're included in the script line for line. On set, we'd play just whatever line from the song was needed for the shot so the actors could synchronize with it. Because the "Holly Holy" montage is made up of so many locations and characters, it was shot in pieces over the entire course of production. It made it very funny for the crew. After we'd shoot a scene, I'd say "Okay, now we're grabbing our next piece of the "Holly Holy" montage," and we'd play the 5 seconds of the song that we were covering that day. Out of order and spread out over many months, it seemed entirely nonsensical. But everything had to time out just right.

A lot of times we don't know what song we'll end up using in the finished product, that's a choice we make in editorial, but in the case of Midnight Mass a lot of the songs were so specifically written into the scripts that it was like choreographing a dance.

[shadow-pixelle]

Braided Fates (DCxDP AU)

This fic was supposed to just be a scenelet that I wrote and only shared because my friend liked the worldbuilding. And now it's... not that. A lot not that.

Currently the story starts in the middle of things, so I can't really call the first few snippets as 'part one' 'part two' etc, because they're not actually the start of the story... but these are the currently posted bits.

It doesn't have a summary right now, mostly because it starts in the middle of things, but the currently posted stuff is about the Team Phantom Trio in the DC universe, causing problems entirely by accident.

So! I am now posting the early parts of this story, since I've figured out how we got here. Still don't have a summary, though.

The start of things;

First post

Second post

The stuff that's already posted that's set later in the story;

First snippet I posted

Second snippet I posted

Third snippet I posted

All of the stuff above is in chronological order, so if you want to follow the story through chronologically, you can.

And some extra stuff that's useful for either background of the story or similar

Kalicofox's Fraid/Fright versus Grief mini essay

#dcxdp #fic writing #my writing #braided fates au

[altraviolet]

The Irradion chapters are SO GOOD ✨ It really gives a more "left in the dark" view on everything, especially since most of it wasn't from SW's perspective. Were they hard to write because of that?

Now this next question is probably due to the fact that I haven't watched TFP in a long time, but could you please explain which term describing SW's tentacles corresponds to which part 😭 I've seen "tentacles", "tendrils" and also "prongs" and I've just been visualizing them based on general vibe which sometimes gets confusing lol

Thank you! Hope you have a wonderful day 🥳

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the Irradion arc =D

The chapters were difficult to write, but not due to the point of view. Well, mostly not. I read about canon Aquafend, but there's not much there, so I had to really construct what was going on for him as a character. But the thing I found the most challenging was the timing for all the scenes. I had a bunch of scenelets written. I knew what had to happen. But I really struggled with putting them in the right order and figuring out all the character motivations and then getting the timing right. At one point I was writing scenes on little pieces of paper and sprawling them around my desk to try to figure out the order xD

As for SW's tentacles... I made a handy reference a while ago!

The tentacle is the whole structure. Biolights divide the tentacles into segments. The prongs are the big, rigid grabby things at the ends of the tentacles. There are four prongs per tentacle. Each prong has a red light at its tip. The tendrils are small and flexible. There are 5 coming out the end of each tentacle.

Here is the same picture without labels, so you can see the structures more clearly:

TFP was a very dark show, in the literal sense of it being difficult to see details in screenshots, especially aboard the Nemesis. In the super awkward photo below you may be able to see the structures more clearly:

The prongs are the four spread out things with lights at the ends. The tendrils are starting to come out of the tentacle. Raf looks a bit worried. He should be.

Thanks for the ask! Hope you have a wonderful day, too 💎

#skylarstormheart #ask #soundwave #tentacles #soundwave tentacles #tentacle reference #tentacle anatomy #echo garden related

[binibchielq]

Thank you to @byhimawari for comissioning me to draw a scenelet from her latest fic:

Please read it, it's so nice and beautifully written. <3

#rivamika #levimika #levi x mikasa #rivamika art #rivamika fanfic

[whumpadventureprompts]

Rules

"I just… I just want to know what the rules are," says Whumpee.

Caretaker shakes their head, trying not to get frustrated. "I'm not Whumper; I'm not going to make rules and punish you for breaking them. You're free now."

Whumpee doesn't look convinced.

Caretaker sighs, rubbing their eyes. "OK, fine, if you want rules so bad I'll give you some: You're to get as much rest as you need, eat three square meals a day, and tell me if you need help or space or anything else. OK? And if you don't I'll… I'll look sad at you."

#whump #prompt #scenelet #trauma #recovery #cw:trauma #cw:abuse

[aeons-behind]

loving the little fearne calloway fan club in episode 77

laudna choosing to bring her on the little night trip when nobody would've bat an eye if she just made it an imodna date thing

orym taking time to not only give her the spyglass, but also make sure she knows how much he loves her (also I personally believe it was liam talking to ashley at the same time)

everything with ashton, romantic and not. the kiss. the trust. the vulnerability. calling her hot.

just all the little scenelets appreciating fearne

#fearne critical role #bells hells #critical role #critical role campaign 3 #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #laudna #imogen temult #c3e77 #cr c3e77 #laudna critical role

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 95: splits

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 95, Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

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The Confluence leaves seemed to intensify the sound of the wind, clattering together in a way the conifers at home never did, and throwing around the weird storm light with their shadows. It was easier to look out the window than it was to keep watching what was happening six feet away, to keep waiting and waiting. Tem stole a glance back anyway. Marietta was still making small talk with the nurses, though it was getting bigger the longer it went on. Probably Tem should be talking too, pretending that all this was real normal and they weren’t that worried. But they didn’t feel quite like they were in the room anymore. The worry and the panic surrounded their mind completely, and they were getting through it by just not thinking about it too hard. Not thinking about how their roots were still locked into Marietta’s, and would be until their sprout, Milo, finally split off their combined rootstock, however many more hours that took. Not thinking about the brace around Milo’s tiny body, covering so much that it looked like per was just a metal can with limbs and a head, the only thing standing between per and all manner of infection and injury. Not thinking about what happened if the brace wasn’t enough, and despite the doctors’ confidence, Milo died when per differentiated. Just thinking about the strange foreign leaves. The strange foreign wind, and the strange foreign shape of the window. Just how this was their first, and Marietta’s, and if per died, they would have to get out of this job. There was no way they could brave it again after that. It was honestly a wonder they hadn’t passed out from the stress yet.

They were half-rehearsing a worst-case call to their husband when they felt an odd creaking in their roots. Turning back to the room, they found the nurses all crowding around Milo, and Marietta watching them. Milo’s roots were lifting up, shrinking back from the rootstock. When Tem could feel the bizarre sensation of Milo standing on their roots rather than as part of them, per eyes opened. They felt per wobble and their heart stuck in their throat. But the machine connected to per brace said that per was breathing. Now Tem was too, coming halfway back into reality out of pure relief.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

#this would have happened 45 years ago. which is before half the nonroot characters in this world were even born #and Milo is but a YOUTH he is barely a third of the way through his life. maybe not even a quarter #anyway re: the tfa powerpoint Tem is Milo's second parent. the one he doesn't know very well #which is an extremely common thing with uep. some don't even know their second parent at all. Nid doesn't #c: Tem #c: Marietta #c: Milo #rose writ #scenelets wrapped

[izzy-b-hands]

"I know you're awake," Roach gently pokes Izzy's side. "Have you slept at all?"

"I rested my eyes for half an hour," Izzy sighs after a beat. "Go back to sleep."

"You're not getting up."

Izzy gently climbs over him and out of the bed, to his trousers and shirt.

"What did I just say?" Roach asks softly.

"I may as well go relieve The Swede from watch," Izzy replies. "He'll be able to fall asleep like that."

"And he can sleep when the sun starts to rise, and his shift for night watch is over," Roach says. "Like everyone else when it's their turn for it."

"Better to be doing something than laying here," Izzy grumbles.

"You're grumpy because you need sleep."

"No shit, darling."

Roach giggles. "Then come back to bed. I'll make sure you fall asleep."

Izzy pauses in lacing up his trousers, his shirt still laying on the chair shoved in the corner of the small room.

It's a hell of a picture, and if Lucius was awake, Roach might ask him to sketch it. Chest hair and gorgeous arms and trousers loose enough to be pulled back off easily.

"You really want me to keep trying?" Izzy asks. "What's the point?"

"The point is you need sleep, and you almost never get enough," Roach pats the thin mattress. "Come here."

The trousers come back off and join the shirt on the chair before Izzy carefully crawls back into bed beside him.

Izzy's head rests on his bare chest, a hand on his lower stomach.

Roach plays with Izzy's hair first, until his breathing slows some.

"You're not sleeping," Izzy mutters. "Roach-"

"Neither are you," Roach smiles. "Shush."

He tries to keep his own breathing even, his heartbeat steady. He knows Izzy likes listening to it, takes some comfort in it, but he'll never admit it outright.

"You're comfortable," Izzy sighs. "But you'll need to be awake in a few h-"

"It really is bad tonight, isn't it?" Roach asks. "You can't turn it off."

"Yeah."

He moves his hand down to gently massage the back of Izzy's neck, his other free hand reaching down to Izzy's to hold it. He rubs the back of Izzy's hand with his thumb, and lets his eyes close.

Finally, Izzy relaxes into him, nuzzling against his chest. Even if he doesn't sleep, at least he'll be relaxed and resting.

--

"What time is it?"

Izzy yawns. "Late. We slept in."

"No one woke us up?"

Izzy sighs. "Guess not."

"We must not be needed that badly for now," Roach says. "Still tired?"

Izzy rests back against him and wraps an arm around his torso, eyes already closing.

Roach smiles as his eyes flutter shut. "I'll take that as a yes."

#text post #rizzy #guess who's insomnia is keeping vem awake againnnnnn it's meeeee #ofmd scenelet #real talk tho im fucking tired and just. it won't happen tonight #where are roach and izzy to snuggle me to sleep dang it 😭

[sweaterkittensahoy]

A tiny scenelet as Ken gets to the outskirts of NYC on his way to England:

They get a speech from an officer just after the train conductor announces they're a half-hour from New York City.  "Gentlemen, you're due at the boat tomorrow at oh-eight-hundred sharp. Whatever you get up to before that is between you and god himself. Just remember you're American soldiers. Understood?" "Yes, Sir," everyone choruses.  The officer nods once. "Okay. Make sure you've got your orders with you when you get to the boat, and I didn't ask this, but does anyone need rubbers?" There's a ripple of laughter and a few people shout out, "No, Sir." "Try not to embarrass yourselves, boys. There's a war on."

#rosielemmons #masters of the air #fic #writing

[omniblades-and-stars]

Fuck it I had a dream and got real excited about a new story idea so I'm gonna share the little bitty scenelet I wrote for it. This is definitely not Mass Effect, but I think you guys all know who I am by now I think. I don't care about keeping with the theme.

Anyways, working title (because I have to name everything I touch):

The Testament of Patience Goodweather

“Please, Patience, I beg of you, let me help you!” Thommen shouted into the forest. The world around him was lit only by his singular torch, jittering and leaping shadows cast against looming trees, gnarled giants that curled threateningly above him over the edge of the forest. Everyone knew it was folly to pass into the wood after dark, even the governor's own soldiers would not risk their lives.  And yet Patience had run into the low, snagged branches as if they were the comforting arms of a lover. The trail of blood left in her wake surely like a siren's call to whatever foul beasts lurked in the dark. He took a step forward, his toe brushing against a fern, the leaves curled around his boot and the tree above him groaned. This was not a place for men, especially without the protection of the sun’s light. “Patience!” he shouted again, hesitating. He would go in after her, knowing it would be the last any ever saw of him, but he prayed he need not. “Go home, Thommen!” Patience called shakily from the west. She sounded close, but he could not see her from his poor vantage point. It felt like the trees had moved in closer together to occlude his vision. She called back again, voice wracked by sobs, “You cannot save me from what I have done! Better it be that you pretend you knew me for a harlot and a warlock. They will spare you your life, but mine, they will not.” Thommen took another trembling step forward. The fern grew taught and snapped as he found a measure of resolve. “And what would my life be, without you in it, eh? Barren and sorrowful. If you must die, Patience, let us die together!” Two more steps, the ancient oak tree creaked and shifted but did not prevent his passage as he slowly moved towards where he heard her cries. “A better fate for our bodies to nourish the ground together, than for me to go on bearing your memory for the rest of my days.”

#daisy screaming into the void #original works #testament: pg