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wikiangela · 2 months
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seven sentence sunday
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after finishing the buck driving fic, i'm kinda all over the place with my wips again lol - dug up some old ideas, wrote a bit for each, but ngl I don't feel very inspired for any of my wips rn haha but figured I'd share a lil something and maybe get inspired haha so here's a few sentences from a brand new wip, from a very old idea I just found in my docs lol - finally not angst! 🤣
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“That depends.” Buck answers, taking one step closer, now in Eddie’s space. His blue eyes are dark, his breath hot against Eddie’s face. Eddie is vaguely aware of his kid sitting on the couch not far from them, and it’s probably the only thing preventing him from grabbing Buck and kissing him senseless.
“On…?” Eddie whispers, eyes darting around Buck’s face, searching for any indication that this is a joke, that it’s just harmless flirting, that it’s not real – and at the same time that Buck feels the same, that he wants the same, that he wants Eddie just as badly as Eddie wants Buck.
“On whether I’m reading this correctly.” Buck says, eyes fixed on Eddie’s, as he gets impossibly closer, one hand leaning on the counter beside Eddie, his face so close Eddie could just lean in and-
“I think you are.” Eddie nods, and feels a spark of excitement at how Buck’s face lights up. He licks his lips, and Buck’s eyes follow the movement, leaning closer.
“Dad, Buck, are you coming?!” they hear Chris’s voice, and Buck immediately jumps two steps back. 
“Yeah, just a sec!” Eddie responds, then closes the distance between them again. His chest feels tight, and hands are shaking when he grabs Buck’s face, and leans in, pressing his lips against Buck’s gently, just for a second, just to let him know this is happening, this is going to happen, they’re not backpedaling, Eddie’s not going to wave it off like nothing happened. “We’ll get back to this.”
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dreamwatch · 4 months
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Rockstar Eddie - but instead of that crazy, hedonistic life he’s all work. As many tours as they can get, never slows down, always got to keep the money coming in, because he grew up poor and he knows what it’s like to go without, so he’s careful with it. Works harder and harder for it. And then he’s sick, the exhaustion sets in and his body just says ‘no’ and it all comes to a screeching halt. And there’s Steve and Wayne to step in and tell him to stop, keeping the wolves from him.
I have a ficlet where I touched on that super briefly… I might need to do something with this though… 🤔
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snakegentleman · 1 year
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I had to draw this scene
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messandahalf10 · 7 months
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Merlin squares his shoulders, lifting his chin as he pulls himself up to his full height. His eyes flash golden, dangerous, as he glares across the room.
“If you want to paint me as the villain in your story, then go ahead. At least I know what I want, what I stand for. You’re just a lonely king, sitting in your tower and wishing for something you will never have. Freedom.”
The King opens his mouth, but Merlin silences him with a sneering look.
“Don’t bother. I’ll save you the trouble and just leave. Goodbye, Arthur.”
And he means it. He can feel it by the ache in his chest. The cold seeping into his blood.
When he leaves, he does not look back.
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leiawritesstories · 1 year
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PLEASE PLEASE LLEASE CONTINUE HOW UNFORTUNATE PLEEEEEASE
*smirking* since you asked so nicely...
PART ONE
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"Chaol." Aelin pinched the bridge of her nose, inches away from pushing the man out of her house before she lost her shit. "We've been dating for eight months, the least you could do is be honest."
"I am being honest!" Chaol retorted, folding his arm defensively across his chest. "Not my fault you won't accept that I'm trying, Aelin. I'm trying."
She rolled her eyes. "Right, because flirting with another woman at work and denying it to my face is trying."
He blinked. "You...know?"
Aelin took a deep, calming breath before responding. "Yes, Chaol, I know. Yrene is a friend of Elide's. I know." Before he could open his mouth to bullshit some response, she held up a hand. "I'm not even mad at you, Chaol. I should be--gods, I should be raging right about now--but I'm not."
"That...that scares me," Chaol admitted.
"It should." Aelin's gaze burned into his, the fine gold ring in the turquoise set ablaze. "Do us both a favor and go home, Chaol. Then, do yourself an even bigger favor and tell Yrene that you were dating me while flirting with her. She deserves better than being the woman you cheat on your girlfriend with."
Chaol sighed. "I'm sorry, Aelin. I really do like you, you know."
"I know." She offered a wistful half-grin. "In another life, maybe it could have worked."
He tugged on his jacket and grabbed his keys, stopping briefly at her door. "Goodbye, Aelin." Hesitantly, he reached out, surprised when she let him rest his arm around her shoulders for a moment. "Thank you."
The corner of her lips turned up. "Thank you, Chaol, for not trying to prolong a farce."
He waved to her as he headed out to his car, the engine revving as he drove away. As she watched him go, lingering until the red specks of his taillights faded into the evening, only one thought crossed her mind.
How unfortunate.
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hwascripts · 10 months
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Yandere Satan manipulating you into marrying him??????
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dogmomwrites · 6 months
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Trick or Treat? 🦇
:・.🎃👻˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ☽🦇🍬🔮✧˚.⋆🍂🕸️:・.:
Treat!
Here's a little something I cooked up today. The intro to something that I started for absolutely no reason!
The lot was empty the day before. No one really went around that part of town much. It was mostly run-down old homes and small shops, dilapidated by years of neglect. Most of them didn’t even have signs out anymore. Whether taken by storm or by drunken joyride, they’d all been cleared out without anyone so much as noticing. 
Once it had been a busy section of town. But now the weeds grew untamed along the sides of the road and trees rotted where they grew, dropping branches that were never picked up. Cracks formed in the asphalt of the parking lots and all that filled them in were weeds. Small yellow dandelions grew in haphazard lines as though attempting to replace the paint of the parking spaces. The bumper curbs crumbled slowly but steadily to expose the rebar like dry, rusted bones. 
At first, the old buildings had been favored hang-out spots for the town’s youth. Whether avoiding school or avoiding parents, they could be found in the abandoned part of town day after day. They would loiter in the parking lots, wander the abandoned rooms, and climb up onto the roofs to smoke under the stars as dusk deepened into night. 
But night seemed to deepen ever darker on that side of town. Slowly, the youth began to lose interest in their safe haven. One by one, their numbers in the parking lots dwindled. By the end of summer, even the rowdiest teens had moved on to new places, and the abandoned side of town was left even more alone. 
There were woods beyond the abandoned part of town. They’d never been scheduled to be cleared for more civilization—that part of town never got big enough for it. The fields between the farthest building and the edge of the wood were wild. Grasses grew as tall as a child and thick enough to lose one in, and the branches of the trees stretched far across their edge, as though reaching for something. 
Autumn began to close in, the brisk wind chasing away the golden heat of summer. Clouds formed thicker, heavier, and darker. The sun sank more swiftly each night than the one before, and the moon came into her own. Leaves turned from vibrant green to bright yellow and fiery orange and bleeding red. They fell from their branches to cover the ground in a colorful pathwork carpet. Some flowers died while others sprouted their very first blossoms. 
Excitement began to grow as the days of October passed. A special day was drawing near. 
Halloween. 
A time where all things previously considered too macabre were now tastefully appropriate. Skeletons and tombstones began showing up in yards. Witches, revenants, werewolves, and ghouls could be seen in every store. 
A time for s’mores by a bonfire. A time for apple cider by a fireplace. A time for pumpkin and spice and many things nice. And some things...not so nice. 
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xlucygraysongbirdx · 2 years
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out of context Scorpius being the dumbest smart person in existence
"Albus!" He loudly whispered, almost hissing his name, the panic rife in his voice. "What if we-" he pointed furiously between them, "-did this?"
It was dark in the broom closet, Albus could barely make out Scorpius' face. But he sure hoped Scorpius could see him roll his eyes.
"Scorpius! I highly doubt us kissing caused some kind of mythical enchantment over the school!"
Scorpius cringed, clearly realising how it sounded when Albus said it out loud.
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A short story titled No Homo Sapiens which is just queer creatures chilling post-apocalypse style
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insomniamamma · 2 years
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i kind of want to draw Omera. She's so pretty.
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gingiekittycat · 3 months
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I think one of my favorite things about writing fanfic is that you can just... keep going. Write as many different endings to the story as you want. As many different AUs. You can write the same scene a hundred times and change what happens every time.
It's the most freeing feeling, that I don't have to choose.
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majorproblems77 · 6 months
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Trick or Treat 👻 🎃
Here's a few lines from a WIP I'm working on
Sometimes they would recycle memories. Sometimes...
Sometimes.
Twelve was important. Wasn't it?
:D
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faintedlcve · 5 months
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okay so literally everyone is doing this so i decided to try it bc why not (i need the motivation bc i honestly CAN do it im just too lazy but if i promise people thennn !!)
okay so if you get this post to 6.9k by new years (i love how impossible im making it lmao) i will do the following things:
1. i will go finish all of my drafts (i have 7 wip's some of which might not be posted)
2. i will try to sleep on time next year.
3. i will talk this girl that i really wanna be friends with.
(i'll prolly do the first one either way lmao ☠️)
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cosmosully · 2 months
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tribute to legends arceus
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machinerot · 4 months
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dogddays · 2 months
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little wip fo tonight ! gonna be designing him a wheelchair for the post-game things & it will have some stickers here and there & sun symbols on the spokes !
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