#little writing snippet

[theshadowrealmitself]

You live in a crummy apartment, you don’t talk to your family anymore, you don’t have time for friends, you mostly just go to work then go back to the aforementioned shitty apartment.

The only people you really talk to these days is your rude coworker you’re pretty sure has been stealing your lunches, and a neighborhood kid that has “behavioral problems”, but it’s obvious that he just doesn’t have a good home life.

He’s actually a pretty sweet kid once you get to know him. He shares his snacks with you (seriously, you’re gonna kill your coworker one of these days) and tells you all the neighborhood gossip. He’s just a bit impulsive, honestly

He has this fluffy dog he lets you pet, and him and his dog go around searching for aliens. (Kid is obsessed with them.)

You share your food with him on the days you actually have it and keep an eye on the little guy, since it’s obvious no one else is.

It’s not long before he sees you as some kind of big sibling, and you’re proud of it, this is your little brother, you’ve decided, and you’re gonna keep him safe, no matter what.

—

One day he comes in and swears he’s seen the aliens, claims they’re hiding as humans who’ve just moved into the neighborhood.

Now, you haven’t actually talked to them, and they did seem…odd when you passed by, but they’re definitely not aliens, that much is obvious to you.

Still, you don’t wanna upset your little bro by not taking him seriously, so you just ask him why he thinks that and listen to his reasonings.

After a bit, he holds out a walkie talkie towards you, “just in case,” he says, so that he’d have a way of calling you in case something goes south.

You really don’t wanna take it, worried that if you do you’ll just be encouraging him to do something stupid, but this feels…significant. You can’t explain it, but something insists that you take it, so you do.

Eh, you figure that he’d probably get in trouble either way, and now he can get ahold of you.

Just in case.

—

Yelling wakes you up a few days later, it’s coming from the walkie talkie.

You jolt out of bed and grab it, your little brother’s panicked voice calling for help through it and feeling your body with ice cold horror.

You try to get him to calm down and get information out of him.

He’s at the new family’s house, in their basement, he’s injured and crying that they’re going to experiment on him, before his voice cuts out.

You cuss, slip on your shoes, and grab the bag that holds everything important to you, stuff like your mementos and your wallet (just in case this shitty place falls apart and you need to leave quickly), thinking that you might have a first aid kit somewhere in there since it is your emergency bag, and then you book it.

—

Soon, you’re outside that house, about to knock on their door and explain everything, but there’s that feeling again, that feeling that this moment is significant and you don’t wanna take that action, so you jog around back and find a window leading to a basement.

You’re still not sure if you actually wanna break into these random people’s house, but you can hear the kid quietly sniffling, and it drives you to force yourself through the tiny opening.

You land softly on your feet and when you look around you’re entire worldview shatters.

The room is filled with…test subjects.

It’s the only way to describe what you’re seeing. People, at least what you recognize as people, not that they look completely human, passed out in clear tubes, suspended in weird liquids.

Your eyes eventually land on your little brother and his pet dog, locked in a contraption of some kind, and it knocks you out of your stupor. You don’t know what’s going on, but it’s not going to happen to him, you promised to keep him safe and you’re damn well gonna do that.

You break them out of it, and shove the both of them through the tiny window. He begs you to climb out now, and you just demand that he runs off, to not wait for you, it’s gonna take you longer to pull your way through the window.

And besides, you can hear the door opening behind you, you already know it’s too late for you.

—

You wake up. Eventually. Apparently a thousand years later. The people who grabbed you are long dead.

And so is your brother.

Turns out, he was right, they were aliens, going around abducting people off of different planets.

Their fucked up research vessel eventually got discovered, and you were woken up.

It’s not so bad, the future. It’s…an adjustment, for sure. But not bad.

You have friends now, and a job you don’t hate. On a spaceship of all things. And you get to see the stars and have dreams now. It’s new and it’s wonderful and some days it’s so blindingly optimistic that it…hurts.

You eat 3 wonderful meals everyday and think about stale chips being offered to you by a scrappy young kid with a loving stray who looked up to you like you were their hero.

—

You see those eyes again one day.

“An alternate universe,” your captain breathes out with excitement. But all you feel is pure shock as you see your brother. He looks healthy and cleaned up, and so does his dog, still loyally by his side you note, as they throw themselves into your arms.

You’re both sobbing as you hold onto each other like the other one’s going to dissolve any second.

Meanwhile, his pup is giving doggy kisses and trying to knock the both of you into the ground.

An alternate universe.

One where you didn’t accept the walkie talkie and he couldn’t call anyone from the basement.

He sobs and apologizes for breaking his promise to you about not being reckless.

You sob and apologize for not being there for him when he needed you.

He has to go back, sooner than either of you wanted, but it’s better that way. It already feels like your heart’s breaking, it’ll just be worse if you get more attached.

You let him know you’re proud of him, and you love him, and to just focus on being happy, and you see something in his shoulders loosen, and know that this trip was cathartic for him.

Then the transporter fizzles and you’ve lost your brother again.

—

You come to find out that your brother being the one to end up in the future is the default.

You keep running into alternate versions of the ship you’re on and meeting him.

Sometimes, it’s that you don’t take the walkie talkie.

Sometimes, it’s that you do, but you don’t check the basement, just knocking on the door of the house and believing them when they say he ran off.

You’re the anomaly.

It makes sense, a young boy with a dog at his side having space adventures. That sounds natural. It sounds correct.

You don’t know if it’s better this way. If it’s better that you’re the one being abducted instead of him. You know his home life was shitty, but you don’t know if having universe hopping adventures after getting kidnapped is actually good for him.

You don’t know what you left behind, if he’s okay in the past after you’d been taken from him. But you can’t change it either way.

So you just hold all these new versions of him tightly for as long as you can, and let them know you’re sorry that you didn’t believe him, and that he’s loved.

#no fandom #little writing snippet #of a thought that has been refusing to leave me #gonna add a few more tags just in case cause I don’t wanna spoil it in the tags #second person pov #humans #okay hopefully this is enough tags #inspired by the thought of someone finding out that they’re usually the side character #aliens #not sure how to tag this #but hopefully y’all (whoever reads this) enjoys it! #there was a lot more to this #but it was one of those things where if I tried to add in everything it would've been too big of a writing project

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

A wild Kohaku appears!

*Throw pokèball!*

#sike dont do that #the man is a menace #a trial of horror #little writing snippet #if wip #twine game #twine #youll see this scene in the update. #whenever i get it out 🥴🥴🥴

[eoangstlover56]

“Elliot” Olivia opens the door to see her former partner with fear and concern on his face.

“Lemme see” he gently cups her cheek, feeling rage build inside him at the sight of her bruise.

“Who told you?” She sighed, knowing it was probably Fin.

“Amanda. She came by the squad.”

“I’ve got a detail out front.” Ten years apart but she still knows he’s a protector at heart. “It doesn’t hurt like it did. The swelling has gone down.”

“You putting ice on it?”

“I did this morning. But I gotta work. They’re letting me do some stuff from here. Paperwork and shit.”

“You should be resting so you can heal. I’ll get you ice you go sit down.”

“El-“

“I’m here now. And I’m gonna take care of you and before you say you don’t need me to can you honestly tell me you’d rather be doing paperwork for chief mcdouchebag than napping?”

She snorted. “I suppose not.”

#little writing snippet #that will never turn into a oneshot it just popped into my head and I wanted to share #eo

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

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#if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits #''op where's [x] headcanon? '' I forgor #''op actually some of these are canon'' eeeehhhhhh idc #writing game #hermitcraft #ask game #ask games #the hg comic fanzine had me in the mood for some comic aesthetic

[neonmoonster]

“Of course I didn’t want you!”

Anakin recoiled like he had been slapped.

The anger he had felt only moments before towards the man in front of him dissipated and reformed into the keenest hurt he had ever experienced.

He had known this, of course—had known it forever, and he had prepared himself for the day the truth finally came out, building walls around his heart and forcing distance between himself and Obi-Wan for this very inevitability—but actually hearing it, actually hearing Obi-Wan say those words aloud? 

Nothing could have prepared Anakin for this moment.

I didn’t want you. 

Obi-Wan was still talking, ranting, but his words seemed far away, distant, like he was standing at the end of a tunnel, miles away from Anakin, who felt lightheaded, unsteady on his feet.

“—ster had just died, the Sith were back, and here was this boy,” Obi-Wan’s voice, tight and forceful, floated in and out of the air, “This boy for whom my master discarded me without a second thought, this boy, who was now my responsibility to raise and train.”

Anakin couldn’t look at him. Didn’t want to see the resentment in the set of his mouth, the long-buried hatred in the furrow of his brow. 

“My responsibility—me, a barely knighted Jedi, practically a padawan myself.”

Obi-Wan let out a bark of disbelieving laughter, a sharp edge to it that sliced Anakin to his core.

“I could barely take care of myself in the days after Qui-Gon died, let alone another human being. And now I had the duty to fulfill my master’s dying wish to train this boy on the off-chance that he would save the galaxy.” 

Do not cry.

Anakin willed himself to keep looking down, to stay impassive, to not raise Obi-Wan’s ire higher than it already was. If he betrayed how much these words cut him, how deep a wound they inflicted on his heart, then the magnitude of his attachment would be revealed, and that would only make Obi-Wan hate him more. 

And Anakin didn’t think he could take any more of Obi-Wan’s hate.

Do not cry.

He heard Obi-Wan take a steadying breath, audibly reigning himself in. When he spoke next, his voice was softer, yet reverberated through Anakin's mind as if he had screamed them.

“So, no. I did not want you.” 

He sensed Obi-Wan, his accursed, beloved former master, take a step towards him. Anakin stilled, a horrible thought overtaking him.

Would he strike him? Obi-Wan had never—would never—but he had also never said anything like this out loud to Anakin before. He had finally crossed the line.

Done the un-take-back-able.

Anakin had always walked a thin line with Obi-Wan, pushing and prodding, bringing out Obi-Wan’s frustration, his rolled eyes, dry jabs, and sometimes disappointed frown, but he had somehow avoided tipping the scales all the way over—at least, not until now.

Now, when he had finally pushed too far. 

Fuck. 

Do not cry. Do not cry—

A hand fell on his shoulder. It took everything in Anakin not to flinch.

“But don’t you ever think,” Obi-Wan said, the fierce passion back in his voice and Anakin’s stomach sank, sank sank. “Not even for one second, that you were not the best thing to ever happen to me.” 

Anakin’s head snapped up in shock. The very thing he had wanted to avoid doing at all costs, but surely he had misheard, surely Obi-Wan had not just said what he just said—

“You are the best friend I have ever had,” Obi-Wan said, and there was still that hard edge to his words, but now that Anakin was looking at him, he saw that his master's eyes were not filled with anger-hate-bitterness like he had feared, but simple determination.

A serious expression, but one that was interlaced with a gentleness that Anakin could only describe as fond.

“It has been… the honor and delight of my life to teach you,” Obi-Wan said, and Anakin couldn’t move because the truth of it was ringing in the Force, unmistakable and passionate and firm. “And now to fight and live beside you as equals.”

Was Anakin dreaming?

A flicker of a smile crossed Obi-Wan’s face, like he was lost in remembrance and, oh, Anakin’s heart couldn’t take it, couldn’t handle this emotional whiplash, his greatest fear and most secret hope come to life over the course of a single conversation.

“It only took you about a day and a half to win me over. I was petrified every day that I would mess you up, leave you worse than I found you, let you down, Qui-Gon down, the galaxy down—but not once did I regret you. Not once would I have traded you away from anything.”

Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin’s shoulder and Anakin shuddered, letting out a choked whimper that he immediately wished he could take back, but Obi-Wan’s eyes softened, and through their bond Anakin could only feel kindness, affection, maybe even—

Obi-Wan's expression shifted once more, for the first time his steadiness in the force wavering, and he swallowed, appearing nervous, if Anakin didn't know any better.

"I do not always find it easy to express myself with words, like this. It is... difficult for me. But it appears that it is necessary today."

Anakin stared at him helplessly.

“I am unbearably sorry that I have ever made you believe otherwise. That you could ever think that you are not my favorite person in the world.”

Anakin could not stop the tear from falling down his cheek. And Obi-Wan Kenobi, high general of the Republic Army, one of the strongest, most respected masters in the Jedi Order, and Anakin's former teacher, gently caught it with the pad of his thumb and wiped it away.

"You are," Obi-Wan's voice came out rough and tinged with something that made Anakin's breath catch in his throat. But then just as quickly, Obi-Wan gave him a small smile, his voice clear once more, even dry and teasing.

“I hope that's alright with you.”

Anakin's answering smile was watery, but it could have lit up the entire galaxy anyhow.

#just a little writing warm up for the day #snippet #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #my post

[save-the-villainous-cat]

So sidekick is like the protective younger sibling (or younger sibling figure) of hero and they find out their older sibling is having a thing with the villain so they go and confront the villain and is all like “you don’t deserve to date my big sibling you sick, nasty villain”

But then villain pulls out the reverse uno card and is all like “oh please as if i don’t know you’re secretly seeing my henchman at the club every Friday night 🤨” then sidekick is like “😦😦they’re your HENCHMAN?-“

“I swear, if you touch them—”

“Oh please, they beg me for it.” They took a sip of their drink and leaned back, satisfied by the entertainment the sidekick gave them.

They were a lot like the hero, the villain realised. An angrier and smaller version of their nemesis.

“Ugh. Ew. Argh— I mean it, if you hurt them, you’re done.” The sidekick raised their finger but the villain couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you gonna do? Uninvite me to your birthday party?”

“You—”

In a sense, it put the villain’s mind at ease. To know that someone was there who was just as worried, just as protective over the hero was comforting. The hero needed to be protected with all their hot-headedness and impulsive decisions.

They could get into a lot of trouble, into a lot of fights. The villain had seen the scars.

“Listen, kid. You’re worried. But I promise, I don’t have any ill intentions.” They tapped their fingers against their glass.

The villain couldn’t get their mind off the hero. It was an actual problem at this point. It was more than a crush, more than dating. The villain was so helplessly devoted they found themselves pathetic.

A few months prior, they would’ve loathed this. But it was easy to forget everything when the hero’s hand was on their arm. When their fingers intertwined. When the hero held onto them when they got scared.

“Sorry, but I don’t exactly trust a villain. Do you think I’m dumb?”

“No. You’re clever and that’s why you’re going to believe me,” the villain said. “If I wanted them dead, they would be. Instead, I am stitching them back together.”

“That’s my job.”

“It shouldn’t be. You’re a kid.”

“I’ve been taking care of them my entire life.”

The villain tilted their head, smiling sadly.

“And that’s rather sad, don’t you think? The amounts of blood you’ve seen, the variety of wounds someone can endure — no child should see something like that.”

This time, the sidekick didn’t say anything, they just stared at the villain’s desk rather angrily. It was frustrating, the villain was fully aware of that.

It must’ve been difficult for the sidekick to realise something was changing, that their role as a caretaker was shifting. It must’ve been difficult not to feel replaced.

“I know you don’t agree with my methods. Neither does my lover. But I can promise you to take care of them, whatever it takes. You don’t have to carry this burden anymore.”

“It’s not a burden,” the sidekick snapped and the villain realised that the sidekick could’ve become a villain easily. They were angry and didn’t know how to handle that anger. They were frustrated and didn’t know how to express it. If they had been around the wrong people at the wrong time, they would’ve made a perfect victim of manipulation.

The villain wasn’t going to let that happen.

“They talk about you all the time,” the villain said. “Brag about your grades and awards.”

The sidekick looked up, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Oh, yeah. You play the violin, don’t you? And you’ve been obsessed with this new video game, aren’t you?”

The sidekick nodded. Suddenly, they seemed a little embarrassed.

“But you also get into a lot of trouble at school. Can’t stand bullies?”

The sidekick shook their head.

“They couldn’t be more proud,” the villain said. For a second, all was quiet. The villain was reminded of a lost childhood, of tears and fear. Of feeling alone, of losing everything. “Listen. They love you more than anything and I cannot change that, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I guess I am trying to say that there’s two people now who can protect them. Plus, they’re not completely helpless.”

Now, the sidekick smiled softly.

“They’re stupid, though.”

“Oh, totally,” the villain agreed.

“They need me.”

“You need them just as much. They can’t give you that when they’re exhausted and need stitches all the time.”

“…I guess you have a point.” The sidekick let out a big sigh and rubbed their face with their hands. And that was the moment the villain knew they had changed their mind. It wasn’t easy to let go of habits and the villain was fully aware that this wasn’t over, that the sidekick would try to slip back into their role every now and then.

But this was a great start. That kid needed more free time.

“I always do.” The villain grinned. “They’re in good hands, don’t worry. I’ll take over the bloody parts and the tears, you do the video games and laundry fights, alright?”

“Ugh. Fine. That doesn’t mean I like you,” the sidekick said. They stood up, false annoyance all over them.

“Mmm, don’t worry. That’ll kick in later. Now get lost, don’t you have a science project or something to take care of?”

“You’re so annoying.” They were heading for the door but the villain had one last sideswipe. They couldn’t help themselves.

“Oh, tell my henchman to do their work on time when you see them tomorrow, will you?” They tried not to smile when the sidekick turned around.

“Excuse me?” The villain stood up, walked around the table.

“Tomorrow at the club, I mean. I’ve heard you’re quite the wildcards together.”

“Hey, what do you mean, your henchman?”

“Just try not to devour each other in front of other people, I don’t want to hear anything about that.”

The villain gave them a smile and pushed them gently out of the room.

“Woah, wait, hey—”

“Bye bye.” They closed the door of their office with a cheery demeanour. They’d always been a sucker for a little drama.

pt. 2

#to carry home my little soldier #writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #sidekick #sidekick x henchman

[iminkandpaper]

I have a thing for Villains in case you couldn't tell.

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"I want her," Villain says, his eyes fixed on Princess, who glances at her father.

The king blanches, his eyes flicking between the two. "You can't-"

"I definitely can," Villain cut him off. "In return for your kingdom back, I want the princess."

She tilted her head to inspect him. Villain, despite his murderous tendencies, was... well, he was rather handsome, if she was being honest. His eyes bored into her father across the table, betraying his mask of indifference. He lounged in his seat while everyone else seemed on the edge of theirs.

Princess wasn't even supposed to be here. She had come only at Villains' request.

"Father," she started, "perhaps Villain and I can talk this through. Alone."

"Absolutely not," he spat. "You will not taint her with your darkness." The King looked to Villain again, jabbing a finger in his direction. "You will not have her."

Villain, with the slightest nod of his head, forced the king into silence. His burning stare moved to the Princess and he addressed her imperiously. "Come. We will discuss."

Not a soul stopped them. Not when he offered his arm. Not when she took it. Not when he led her through to the gardens.

They made their way to the entrance of the spiralling maze before Villain stopped. "You know my request already."

"You want me."

"I want you."

She extracted her arm from his to fiddle with the ring around her throat. "The last time I saw you, you went by Alias."

His jaw clenched. "My name is Villain."

She did not fight him on that. It wouldn't work. Princess stroked the petal of a lily thoughtfully. "You lied to me. You lied to everyone."

Villain remained silent at her back, and she made no move to speak. The silence lingered around them like a thick, suffocating fog. Her willingness to stagnate the conversation thawed at his resolve. Villain would have taken her in his arms and kissed her until she remembered she loved him had she not turned to face him.

"I have conditions," she said finally. He gestured for her to continue. "I will call you Alias. You will cease this ridiculous reign of terror that you have inflicted upon the land. You can keep Kingdom, that land it rightfully yours - but it will be restored to beauty. No more barren land or shaved forests. I want flowers. I want sunshine."

He was silent while she contemplated what else she wanted. He would give it to her. She was worth her weight in gold and more.

"And..." she hesitated.

"Name it and it is yours."

"I want a puppy."

"What?"

"A puppy. Father never let me have one. He said it would only distract me."

His eyes widened in alarm. "I-"

"You said anything," she countered fiercely. When he nodded in agreement, she turned away from him, satisfied.

His lips twisted. "You will have your puppy. And a wedding."

She whirled around, eyes alight.

"You will be my Queen," he said simply. "That is my only request."

"Deal."

They were a breath apart. His fingers reached out to stroke down her cheek, and Princess leaned into the touch.

"I have missed you," Villain murmured, pulling her close to him.

"What, all that power didn't satisfy you?" She taunted. Still, she was in his arms, not pulling away. His hand tangled in her hair, jerking her head backwards. Princess scowled at him. "Don't be mean."

Instead of claiming her mouth like he wished, he settled for a kiss to her temple, cupping the nape of her neck to hold her close.

"I've only ever wanted you," he said. "Everything else was simply an accessory."

She did not respond, cradled in his arms like something precious.

Like something he needed.

#.inkandpaper #snippet of a little mind-fic i have of a specific character who i wont name #writeblr #creative writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #writing stuff #writing #writerscommunity #writers of tumblr #writerslife #villain x hero #hero x supervillain #hero x villain #morally grey villain #i like villains #villain/hero #villain #hero #heroes and villains #fantasy setting #princess/villain #kind of #damsel #romance #writing romance #royalty #grumpy sunshine trope #grumpy x sunshine #evil x sunshine

[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

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday 💗💜💙(7x04 coda?)

tagged by @tizniz 💖

hi! how are we feeling after 7x04 bc I feel like I'm dreaming and I've been crying the whole day today, my bi heart is sooooo happy😭😭 I wasn't gonna start new wips until i finish the cheating fic, but I opened a new doc and things happened lol - idk what this is, where I'm going with this, or if I'm even gonna continue, I just wanted to peek into Buck's head for a moment haha

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Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.

That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy. 

Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.

Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away. 

This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost... complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.

He feels giddy when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings.  It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.

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#fuck it friday #bi buck #7x04 coda #bi buck fic #<- ? idk what to tag this or if there's gonna be more idk (I do have a little more but idk how much more im gonna write lol) #ngl i'm not the biggest fan of tommy or bucktommy but i like him as buck's first guy if that makes sense lol #and that kiss was so hot and what buck deserved as his first guy kiss haha #trying to make it about buck's bisexuality more than tommy but also he does have a crush rn so #also i'm still not convinced he knows exactly who's attention he wanted but let's let him figure it out haha #fic snippet #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #911 spoilers #not tagging it as buddie bc it's not lol it's aaallll about buck rn 🥺

[varpusvaras]

There's someone with Fox.

Rex squints his eyes. There's a small, dark-haired woman standing next to Fox. She is looking up to him and saying something, and from the downwards tilt of Fox's head, even with his helmet on, Rex knows that Fox is saying something back.

She looks awfully familiar, but at the same time Rex knows that he has not met her before. It's a somewhat paradoxical feeling, but she's so familiar that he would know if he had ever seen her before this.

He watches them for a while, but mainly her. She is tiny, in both height and overall stature, and she is wearing comfortable, yet high-end clothes. Rex has spent enough time with Padmé by now to recognise when something has been made with enough care and money. Her hair is braided, rather intricately, into two crossing bands at the back of her head. She looks a lot like all the women in the Alderaanian delegation, with the hair and the clothes, he decides.

Perhaps she is. Rex knows that Fox is rather close with Senator Organa these days, as the Senator has been a good ally to the Guard. It makes the most sense. Perhaps she is a relative of someone in the delegation, and Rex has seen those said relatives before.

The thought feels wrong, for some reason, but it's the best he can come up with for now, especially since they seem very comfortable with each other. Fox doesn't let himself be comfortable like that with many people.

Anakin comes to stand next to him.

"What is it?" He asks Rex.

"Nothing, was just watching them", Rex says, and nods his head towards Fox and the woman. "My brother's there, and she looks familiar, so I was trying to see if I recognised her."

Anakin looks over to Fox and the woman as well, and that is the moment Rex sees her going awfully still. Then she's whipping her head around, and locking her dark eyes with Rex and Anakin.

She looks-

Rex blinks. She looks at Rex, for a split second, and then looks at Anakin, and even from this far, Rex sees how her eyes turn hard and cold. She steps closer to Fox, partially in front of him, like she is attempting to shield him from them, even when she's almost two heads shorter than Fox, and not the one wearing full-body armor.

She takes Fox's hand into hers, and says something. Rex sees how Fox looks up at him and Anakin as well, and instead of coming to greet Rex, he lets her turn him around and walks away.

He looks up at Anakin, who has a deep scowl on his face.

"Sir?" Rex calls. Anakin blinks, too, and the scowl clears slightly.

"She looks familiar", he mumbles. "And she felt like...I don't know."

His comlink beeps, and he turns to speak to it. Rex turns to look back at Fox and the woman.

There's something hanging at her waist. Rex can see a glimpse of it when the long hem of her shirt shifts a bit as she walks.

It looks a lot like-

They go down some steps, and Rex cannot see them anymore. He glances back at Anakin, and at his lightsaber, for once securely on him.

He had seen correct. Rex is sure of it.

He is also very sure that the woman is not a Jedi.

#hello the leia time travel au hasn't left me alone after my last ficlet #I just find it very cathartic okay #she's on a little father-daughter-date and Anakin is disturbing them #sw #tcw #my writing #snippets #captain rex #commander fox #leia organa #anakin skywalker #leia time travel au #bail/breha/fox is a thing in this au if you couldn't already tell from the fact that it's me writing lmao

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

"I have a date with the Chesapeake Ripper," Will stated.

"Why not go on a date with me instead?"

Hannibal stopped what he was doing to look at Will, and the motions of his kitchen seemed to blur around them when their gazes connected.

Will looked surprised, then delighted for a brief moment before frustration furrowed his brow. "I could give you several reasons why I can't do that."

"Tell me."

"Jack will be furious if I don't get my casework done."

"He's easy enough to persuade," Hannibal replied easily, like he thought of Jack as no more than a pet to be sprayed with water in reprimand.

"You have a dining room full of guests waiting on you right now."

"And you could be one of them, as I have already offered. Or perhaps I could find you later this evening. I could get a call. Have an emergency with a patient. Slip away."

"That's another thing," Will grimaced. "You're my psychiatrist."

Hannibal moved around the counter to stand in front of Will. "I don't have to be." He took Will's hand in his own.

Will looked at the way the skin spread over Hannibal's knuckles while he turned his own hand over. Hannibal kissed his open palm. "It's a shame these titles separate us in this way, Will, truly."

"That's not the only title I'm worried about," Will muttered.

Intrigue gathered in Hannibal's warm amber eyes. "Oh?"

Will moved his hand, which Hannibal had still not lowered, to cup Hannibal's jaw. He seemed elated by the sign of affection. Will leaned into him, sharing his warmth. Sharing his secrets. His breath came hot against Hannibal's ear.

"We both know that no matter which date I go on, I'll be consumed by you." He pulled back and kissed Hannibal's cheek. "Goodnight, Dr. Lecter."

After Will left, Hannibal stood in his kitchen, the noise and bustle of his dinner party preparations resuming around him, and he couldn't decide if he should invite Will to his next dinner party as a guest, or a platter.

#a little snippet for y'all #hannibal #hannigram #hannibal fic #my writing #sorbet

[ghouljams]

help im just imagining fae!price idly playing with the tether witchy darling unknowingly attached to him. just like absentmindedly running a finger over it, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb (totally not thinking infatuated thoughts about witchy darling as he does so), plucking it lightly while he thinks of new schemes to indebt witchy reader to him (or honestly to be indebted to them… he’s past the point of pride)

something about it is so :)

This did something to me I'm not gonna lie. It's the rolling it between his fingers just... oooh, love it. I love the fae playing with their darling's tethers, they're so devious with it.

Court is boring. It's all bureaucracy and fussing about pretending to be more important than they actually are. Price has always found it frustrating the amount of red tape that seems to follow these people everywhere. Aren't they supposed to be experts at manipulating rules? Why were they so intent on making up more of them? The making up of it was what kept Price in power, rules are only good if they stuck correctly. He doesn't follow anything that's barely a decade old, and half the fae he knows don't either.

Still he has to sit through these dull meetings. It's lucky you'd given him a tether when you did, he wasn't sure how long this would take and he knew he'd miss you terribly. Price drags his finger along the tether idly, pulling on his side of it so as not to reveal it to you. No sense losing what he just won.

It's a thin little thing, hardly what he'd call a tether under normal circumstances, but it lights up gold under his touch and warms his chest pleasantly. It's just enough to let his mind wander, keep him occupied while the court prattles on. He runs his fingers along the thin string and thinks of the way your hair spilled around his grip when he kissed you, how your skin had felt so soft when he cupped your face.

He pinched the tether between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth against the pad of his thumb, and thought about you laid out in his bed. Thought about how you'd squirm if he gave your clit the same treatment, if you'd gasp and whimper for him. You'd given him your first kiss, he wondered if you'd let him take your virginity too. That was an appealing thought, you untouched and just for him to sink his hooks into.

Would you beg him while he licked your cunt, bite his shoulder while he worked his thick cock into you? Would you cry for him, fuck drunk with your eyes rolling back as he pounded your tight little hole?

A hard growl rose in his throat, teeth bared and fingers a hard possessive fist around your tether. The noise of court had stopped, the other fae at the table watching him with uneasy expressions. He let his hand drop, the tight heat in his chest easing quickly, the hardon not so much.

You rock against your fingers, legs shaking as you grip the kitchen counter. You're spilling heat and want all over what's supposed to be a clean workspace, but you can't help it. Everything had pulled tight and wet and you hadn't been able to think of anything but: need, now, please. You sigh, feeling the heat ebb back to something manageable.

Your spell is irreversibly tainted, and all the heat left before you could cum. What a waste.

#fae!Price #writing these little snippets is really helping me get a better hold on my friend's daddy issues #captain john price #john price x reader #john price mw2 #john price #john price x you #x reader #cod x reader

[writtentodeath]

“You shouldn’t have pressed,” his partner said. “I told you not to start investigating, didn’t I?” 

The detective stared, dumbfounded for the first time. His partner- not his partner anymore, was he?- smiled, pushing off the wall, striding over to the detective. 

He laughed. “As much as it annoys me, all this might’ve been worth it just to see that look.” “The- the first body,” the detective said. “Phillibert. It wasn’t about the money, was it?”

“It wasn’t about the money,” his partner confirmed. “You never really thought it was.”

“The second murder-”

“Clever touch, right?” his partner shrugged. “To be honest-” He winked when he said those words- “that one wasn’t me. Not personally. I was busy keeping a nosy little detective out of the way.” 

The detective swallowed hard. That was the night they’d been attacked in that alley together. The night his partner had helped him back home, given him a drink and tended his bloodied face and hands. They hadn’t argued about the case, for once. He thought that had meant something. 

Evidently it had. 

“When did you turn?” It wasn’t what he wanted to ask. 

His partner scoffed. “Turn. Please. There wasn’t any turn at all- I haven’t changed. I was never as optimistic as you.” 

“You wouldn’t have done this ten years ago.” 

“I didn’t have the opportunity ten years ago.” He took a few steps closer to the detective. “But I would have taken it if I had. The world is an unfair game. Sometimes you have to cheat to win.” 

#my writing #writing #little snippet from my current wip lol

[emry-stars-art]

👑 ROYAL AU WRITING MASTERPOST 👑

New? Here’s the first and second overview/random plot posts about this au, and the lore masterpost :)

A first meeting

(A little of Day’s pov from that same afternoon)

Fencing

Andrew’s casual behavior (tumblr snippet)

His name isn’t Nathaniel

Lady Reynolds hand-delivers a gift

That same day’s ball

The prince makes his distance clear (mentions of canon abuse)

Abram discovers Andrew’s scars

After Abram’s background comes out

Andrew takes care of Abram’s hair

Abram’s return from Evermore

A collection of healing/comfort

Pieces of his recovery

Andrew taking over Abram’s care

First kiss

The first ball after Andrew’s official declaration of courtship

Abram discovers Andrew’s letters

Run in with Spear

Abram gifts Maserati to Andrew (& picnic)

#I genuinely have no gauge in how crazy this might get #how many snippets or how little I’ll post #but if it gets past a point I’ll remake the post 🫡 #<< ok it got crazy #and we show no signs of stopping #royal au #masterpost #my writing #aftg #all for the game

[puppetmaster13u]

Who wants a WIP

Someone meets lil baby Dick Grayson for the first time

🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤🦇🐤

   “Since when did you have a kid?!” He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Gordon so shocked, which is surprising. 

   He blinked, glancing down to where Dick was scribbling in his notebook with a matching robe on before looking back up at the older man. How long has it been…? Oh. “Since six months ago…?” he trailed off at the strangled noise the commissioner made. 

   “Did… I can’t believe I’m going to ask this,” Gordon whispered. “Did you steal a child Bruce?” 

   He blinked again, confused. Did he? No, he was going to go with no. “No?” Honestly he might have more confusion in his voice than the other did. What was so surprising- Oh! 

   “I have a foster license,” he informed his… friend? Ally? Ally worked. He informed his ally. “But we’re waiting for the adoption to go through.” Technically he could pay to speed it up but that would also risk media coverage which he didn’t want, nor did Dick need it. Reporters were like vultures, he swore. 

   Well, actually, at least vultures were an important part of their ecosystem so there was that. 

   Gordon breathed a quiet curse, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay, alright, sure, you’ve had a kid for six months and somehow no one has found out, alright.” Well it wasn’t like he liked going out into public so that had honestly probably helped. 

   “You couldn’t have,” the red-haired man made some sort of motion with his hands. “I don’t know, warned me ahead of time before someone broke into your house? What if someone had taken the kid?!” 

   Bruce frowned, nose scrunching up at his own distaste at the thought. “I wouldn’t let them,” he informed Gordon seriously. 

   “How, Bruce? You can’t fight and would get hurt yourself, then what?” Well he could fight, even if people didn’t realize that with how passive he acted in public. “How did you even get a child, you’re never even out?”

   “A big bat-thing dropped me off!” Dick was the one to cheerfully answer, causing another officer to choke while Gordon looked close to having a stroke, looking between the two of them. 

#batman au #batman #dc #dcu #cryptid batman #jim gordon #dick grayson #bruce wayne #what's out there au #what's outside au #writing wip #story wip #my writing #snippet #Dick grayson is a little shit #I love him #I must have you know they're both wearing fuzzy pink robes #it's not exactly important but just for visualization #Dick is also wearing footy pajamas underneath his robe #but he wanted a matching one

[yuesya]

The thing is, no one really knows what happened in the battle between Gojo Shiki and Ryomen Sukuna thousands of years ago. There are records, of course, but most details have been lost in the weathering of time –to say nothing of the fact that there were no statements from reliable eyewitnesses who had actually witnessed the battle itself. The aftermath of the altercation between the two strongest sorcerers of the Heian Era had fundamentally changed the surrounding landscape, to the point of even affecting the weather itself.

Any curious spectators hoping to catch a glimpse of the battle had likely ended up being collateral damage. Sukuna was not the type to care about bystanders getting caught in his attacks. And as for Shiki…

It was hard to say. The Gojo Clan liked to lean into their legend of the perfect sorcerer; powerful enough to crush any cursed spirit or fellow competitor with ease, while still remaining compassionate and caring in their defense of mankind. Shiki was a woman, so surely she would’ve been a compassionate and caring person, right?

Whoever wrote those accounts should really come and take a good look at what was left in the street where Sukuna and Shiki briefly faced off against each other. The cursed energy residuals that still lingered in the air… not all of it belonged to Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru lets out a low whistle and straightens, pulling down his blindfold. “How’s Tsumiki doing?”

“Things came as quite a shock to her,” Ijichi answers. Well, that much is obvious. Prior to her coma, Tsumiki had only been peripherally involved with the sorcery world. And now that her brother had been seized as an unwilling vessel for the King of Curses, whose first act had been to try and kill her… “She’s… not taking it well, but she’s determined to try and help Fushiguro-kun however she is able to.”

On her own, Fushiguro Tsumiki wouldn’t be able to do much. But given that she was currently the vessel of Gojo Shiki, one of the most powerful sorcerers that the Gojo Clan had ever produced…

“Although, I don’t think she’s had much luck communicating with Gojo Shiki. There’s also the pressure from the Gojo Clan since they discovered that she’s harboring–”

“I’ll take care of that.” It figures that even with the imminent end of the world looming over them, the old fossils from the clan are still wholly preoccupied with obtaining power. Did they really think that Satoru wouldn’t do anything to them just because of the threat they were facing?

Fools.

He’d deal with them in a bit. For now, though…

The first order of business would be finding Tsumiki, and seeing if he could prod her new passenger into a conversation. If Gojo Shiki was anything like what Satoru suspected her to be, he’s under no illusions that she would react favorably to him simply because of their blood relation. But given that Satoru had a fight with the King of Curses coming up next month and Shiki was the only one who’d truly fought Ryomen Sukuna and bested him… no point in overlooking such a potential resource, hmm?

Besides, Satoru is admittedly rather curious about his clan’s fabled ‘Gojo Shiki.’

#Writing #zenith of stars au #heian shiki au #special thanks to ko-fi friends! #tumblr snippet decided by monthly vote #little bit of background here #i guess the next installment in this would be gojo satoru having a conversation with gojo shiki