#story snippets

[the-modern-typewriter]

Some of you asked (in response to this post) what were my favourite stories I'd posted on tumblr were. In no particular order, here are the top 5:

The Blue Key (I think it's the best standalone story I've written, except maybe this Medusa one that I haven't posted anywhere yet. It's pure me and my obsessions on the theme and I'm really proud of the writing itself. I genuinely think it's good. As writers we spend enough time doubting ourselves, so it's really nice to look at something you have done and be like 'huh, yeah, actually!!')

Villain locked up + treated badly (I really like the actual writing craft/descriptions in this one. Again, I think I did a genuinely good job. It makes me feel excited about my writing.)

Super beautiful villain (I can remember my thought process during writing this very clearly. E.g > I'm too ace for love at first sight based on purely physical attraction > so what's going on here? > ooh, ugly/beautiful themes and our stance on morality, plus foil characters, this is tapping into one of the things that fascinate me! I remember someone pointing out 'well, this character could just be ace and kill the villain' and me internally being like 'but I AM ace, do you think that makes you immune to wanting?' Anyway. If I was ever going to pick up a story to expand fully in my own time, it would probably be this one. It just brims with potential to me. Or the ace and the incubi one for a lighter version.)

Tired hero/Villain in cathedral (I often under-utilise setting in my tumblr posts, because they're just not to focus, but I really like how I quietly used the setting in this one. I just love cathedrals)

Princess/Demon Prince or Reincarnated wife of the monster king (oldies, but goldies. If I was ever going to write a me version of a more typical dark romance novel, I reckon it would stem from one of these. I don't know. There's something in the dynamic that I find interesting and dare-I-say mildly original. Worthy of sinking my teeth into.)

#writing #my stories #writeblr #fantasy #hero x villain #short stories #writing snippets #story snippets #idk

[moodymelanist]

happy WIP Wednesday 🫶🏽 here’s a little something I’m working on for @sjmromanceweek 2024!!

“I’m sorry?” Nesta eventually said. She hoped she didn’t look as out of breath as she felt.

“You’re not in trouble,” Azriel repeated. He had a healthy serving of breakfast in front of him, and her stomach panged with hunger once the smell hit her. “You’re not expected at training today.”

“What?” she replied, taking a few hesitant steps closer to the table. He had no reason to lie to her, but a large part of her didn’t quite believe what he was saying. “Why not?”

“You needed the rest,” Azriel told her mildly. Despite his gentle words and the softness with which they had been delivered, she could tell he wasn’t inviting any argument. “I told Cassian you’d be back to training tomorrow.”

“He let you?” Nesta blurted out without thinking. Cassian never let her miss a day of training no matter how exhausted she looked each morning, so the fact that she’d gotten to sleep in today almost felt… wrong. Like she was getting away with something that she shouldn’t be.

“He doesn’t let me do anything,” Azriel replied, his tone a little cooler now. “I’m my own person, same as you.”

#sjmromanceweek2024 #Nezriel #acotar #acosf #nesta archeron #azriel shadowsinger #nesta x azriel #story snippets #moodymelanistwrites #WIP Wednesday

[moonshine-nightlight]

Last Line Tag

I like participating in these, but i either answer them right away or not for a week lol - thanks @snowkissedmonsters!

Rules: Post the last line(s) you wrote/edited.

For the next chapter of Nothing's Wrong with Dale:

"I suppose that reminds me, do you wish for me to call you by another name?”

“Hm?” He half turns towards you, but continues to look so clearly inhuman. Its fascinating what light and shadow can do to change a person.

You’re not scared of him, but you are somewhat intimidated by the gap in your experiences. How much you still don’t know of him as even this basic question demonstrates. “I only meant for when we’re alone, of course. But you must have a name besides ‘Dale’?” As soon as you clarify, you start to second guess yourself. What did you know of demons and their naming conventions. You’ve heard tell that names mean something to them. Or that they use them differently? But what was rumor and what was fact, you’ve no notion.

“Oh!” Dale turns fully away from the fire, looking startled, and you realize he’s returned to looking fairly human. His eyes must be the hardest to control. They still seem to have a glimmer of firelight in them. After he gets over his surprise, he appears to give it a brief second or two of thought before shaking his head. “No, I don’t mind Dale.” You breathe out a sigh of relief that you didn’t accidentally offend him. He continues, “We didn’t have names as such in the Depths, not permanent ones. Names, if you wish to call them, were to reflect who you were in a context. In this context, I am Dale of Northridge.”

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No idea who to tag that hasn't already been tagged - @nessiefromspace? @vaya-writes ? No pressure though - whoever wants to be tagged can jump in.

#tag game #last line tag #nothing's wrong with dale #story sneak peek #story snippets #this chapter is so long #so much talking x.x #its over 8k #trying to finish it tonight #so i can post it tomorrow #but we'll see

[rotting-ink]

Poly and Love Triangles Snippets

Written for if the player is bisexual. If the player chooses only  female love interests, then all the RO's are all women. Same as for if  the player chooses only male love interests.

Poly Groups

“Darling, who is this?” The lady gazed at you, her gloved hand still lingering on Victor’s forearm.

He shot a smile at you, the spell between him and the Soprano broken the moment he cast his lazy green eyes over to you.

“They,” Victor slipped from her fingers and cupped your elbow, his secret, soft smile soothing your beating heart. “Are my companion for the evening.”

“Ah.” She stared at you for just a moment, but in that very moment, there was something dark and cunning and hungry slipped into her own pale green eyes. Then it dissolved into warm sea foam and she extended her hand for you. “Quincy Beaumont. Hope you enjoyed my performance, especially since you’ve stolen Victor for the evening.”

Victor stiffened up next to you a bit but Quincy didn’t even give him a moment to say anything, slipping her arm through yours and leaning in, almost conspiratorially. The hard glint of sea glass that was her eyes before had vanished, and now there was something else in them. Something you couldn’t quite place…

“Poor old J. Couldn’t hold a candle to you, can they?” She whispered, her satin gloved finger momentarily brushing your chin. “What a gem you are.”

You figured it out. In that moment, you realized that they had the same hunger in their eyes. Both looking at you like they could devour you whole.

“No.”

“But-”

“I said no.” Starling finally gave up his act of aloofness. He tossed his book down to the side and sat up in his chair.

“But Star, I’ll be perfectly safe-”

“That’s not the problem.” You almost jumped out of your skin as a cold hand pressed against the small of your back, Zaniyah leaning forward to rest her chin against your shoulder. “The problem is that the good doctor is worried he might end up with someone else dead hanging around him.”

Starling grumbled in his chair, crossing his arms and eyebrows scrunched.

“Z, I-”

“Although…” Zaniyah gave you such a soft, fond look that it seemed to shut the doctor right up as he watched. “You’re less dignified than a bird, my little love. He won’t be able to stand your pawing at his trousers as he sews up cadavers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a bit and pecked Zaniyah on the cheek.

“There. A peck instead of the dog licks I usually give you.” You teased her softly as she relaxed fully against your back.

You hadn’t noticed Starling’s silence, not until you finally stopped looking at your undead lover. He had a strange look on his face, the same he used to give you when you were bothering him with your questions a few weeks back. Except he was looking at Zaniyah with the same… Reluctant softness.

Oh.

Ambrose’s warm fingers were laid over your knuckles as you slowly woke up, his head buried into your side as he slept, breathing low and soft. You raised your head groggily, just to smile at his sleeping face, so serene, all sternness dropped. Like a slate wiped clean of dust and scratches.

“Didn’t expect him to be a heavy sleeper.” A voice from the doorway said, and you looked over to see Dietrich. “He used to wake up at the drop of a pin.”

You gave the professor a similar smile you gave Ambrose, as he made his way into the room, holding a tray precariously, laden with a pot of something hot and a few pastries.

“When you were kids?”

“Hmh.” Dietrich set it down on the bedside table and started to pour out the contents into two pretty, porcelain cups, leaving the third one empty. “He also had nightmares. Would take my hand in the middle of the night to make him feel better… Guess your hands are the ones he prefers now.”

You glance down at where Ambrose’s fingers were curled over your hand. Secure. Warm. Protective. Just like him. But… You couldn’t shake the almost sorrowful tone Dietrich’s voice carried. Glancing over at him this time, you managed to catch his soft eyes, fixed on your and Ambrose’ gently clasped hands. He felt your gaze, quickly blinking away and instead fixing up your saucer to have a pastry on the side as he handed it over.

His fingers felt soft, warm, against your own when he handed it over. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, and colour rose to his pale cheeks.

Love Triangles

The nightmare wrenched you awake, and for a few short moments, everything was alright in the world. Until it wasn’t.

“Awh, afraid I’m going to take your place by the fire?”

“No. It’s just discourteous for a guest to outstay their welcome.”

“Hmmm. Your owner has allowed me to stay as long as I want.” Saleos’s soft voice lilted as she teased, an edge appearing to make it tip over into mocking.

“That’s because you’re nothing but a fucking tool.” Seir hissed, his voice growing darker with anger. You felt your connection tug. Better to get up and break up the fight. “And they know they can fucking use you.”

“Hmh.” Saleos hummed. “I bet they will. Such a sweet thing they are-”

There was a crash, glass breaking and you sat bolt upright in bed. Fuck.

The two siblings sat on opposite sides of  the table, Luther nursing a glass of whiskey as Emilia tapped the edge of her cigarette off, into the ashtray, smoke curling up into her eyes. The atmosphere was frigid, still. A far cry from when you had met the both of them all that time ago.

It took them a moment to notice you in the doorway. Emilia spotted you first, straightening up in her chair and putting out her cigarette quickly. You couldn’t help but notice that her shirt was very thin and wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.

“Hey, angel eyes.” She grinned at you, exhaling the last bit of her cigarette smoke.

“Em.” Luther grunted, his calloused fingers tightening around his glass, his impressively broad shoulders tensing. “Stop it.”

“Don’t be such a puritan.” She snorted, leaning back in her chair, her eyes never leaving your figure.

#the rot of witchwood #just love interest things #rottedinkspills #e rawlins #l rawlins #saleos #seir the familiar #d woolf #a lancaster #starling knight #z chambers #v de winters #quincy beaumont #story snippets

[thehunterstrial]

INTRO!!!

This is a blog that's solely to rant about our beloved rewrite of a wings of fire fanfiction we wrote in 2021!!

The two people on this blog are @cr1ck3tinablank3t (Ander, he/him) and @newellthedragon (Kaida, he/she/they).

The Hunter's Trial (THT) is a story that we first began writing in 2021 on wattpad. We never finished it, and the story was never published, but we recently revisited it and decided to rewrite it.

The story takes place in the Allwing Kingdom, a continent separate from Pyrrhia and Pantala. After a recent war, the continent is now in peace, except for hybrid hunters who keep on popping up everywhere. And also an old friend, whom Queen Aracari (previously named Newell) and Commander Skyfire didn't think they'd see around here ever again.

Our story is still in the process of being rewritten, but I'm having a lot of fun writing and creating the world, and if I don't talk about it within 30 minutes I'm going to fucking explode you don't undersTAND

We'll probably be posting things like story snippets, character references, maps, and pretty much anything else that has to do with THT. Feel free to ask questions, or just speak your mind in our askbox!!

Posts from Ander will be tagged #posted by ander, and posts from Kaida will be tagged #posted by kaida. Art, story snippets, and just general rambles will also be tagged similarly.

#wof #wof fanfiction #the hunters trial #art #story snippets #rambles #posted by ander

[theriu]

I’m feeling very happy after a super positive review from my niece who beta read book 2 of my series-in-progress, and also I wrote a funny scene for book 3 last night, so I’m gonna roll like a proper Writeblr person and share a snippet. Please enjoy!

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(Context: Barrenger is from another dimension where everyone is interesting colors and have glowing energy powers and patterns, and Mercury is driving.)

“And on that note, it’s my turn!” Mercury’s mouth scrunched in thought as she reviewed what he had explained. “So the Hawaii—”

“Haweyh.”

“Right, the Ha-way are brown. Sort of like Brock?”

“Sort of. The tone is a little different, though. More…earthy, maybe?”

A snore from the back let the driver and front passenger know that Brock, much like Lyra and Shannon, was sound asleep and would not be contributing to the conversation. They moved on.

“And they have white hair. And yellow-gold glowing skin in kind of…splotchy patterns?”

“That’s not…the exact way we describe it.”

“How did you describe it?”

“They’re just called selah patterns. And they’re…kind of random and irregular and…”

“Splotchy?”

Barrenger sighed. “Sure. Splotchy.” He could imagine certain Haweyh priests clutching their chests at such a crass description, but whatever. And the widely varied patterns could be kind of…well, splotchy.

Mercury nodded once in satisfaction, although she didn’t take her eyes off the road. Her fingers tapped the steering wheel thoughtfully. “So that’s your mom’s people. And your dad’s, the Rukilef—“

“Rukilef,” he corrected automatically, then grimaced repentantly as he realized she’d said it right.

Mercury had the grace to not do more than grin at him before continuing. “They’re all dark green, like you, and black or really dark green hair, and the neon-green stripes. Hey, do the skin tones vary a lot?”

That was a good question. He closed his eyes and thought back to the Rukilef he’d seen in Salein’s encampment—it was the only time he had actually seen large groups of his father’s people. “Some. I’ve seen a few who were even darker than me, almost black, but others were closer to…” He looked out the window at the landscape rolling past, and pointed. “Like those leaves.”

Mercury glanced out the window to where he was pointing. “Oh, oak leaves! Great reference point.” She gave him a quick, critical study before looking back at the road. “I think I’d call you forest green. I always liked that color,” she added offhandedly.

Barrenger opened his mouth to respond, but paused. He…couldn’t think of the last time someone had said they liked his color. Aside from his mum, of course. He glanced over to see Mercury casting him concerned looks. “Oh crap, did I say something weird? You’re going to have to let me know these things, I don’t want to be offensive or accidentally propose marriage or something.“

A laugh burst out of him before he could stop it, and he spent the next minute or two turned toward the window and struggling to get himself under control.

#barrenger #mercury #my wips #writeblr #outcasts and runaways #humor #btw for those of you who remember my poll about books that are largely platonic #this is the book #or book series anyway #they are just friends no shipping XD #story snippets #river writes

[eponastory]

Technically, sharing a bed is being under the covers together...

Oh, Zuko, you awkward turtleduck...

He's so cute.

How can anyone say he is a bad boy? He isnt... and never has been.

#zuko is still and awkward turtlduck #zutara #story snippets

[randomffiction]

Story Snippets 🌊 By His Fingertips

I'm so sorry this man just casually hold me by the collar and ask me to make more fics I promise I'm still sane.

This fic will follow Eki Eviland and Male!Preacher that takes place in a village near the sea. I do plan on inserting naughty naughty scene and I have developed the general flow of the story. But for now you all will just have to eat only a portion of what I have to offer.

Stay tune for more snippets ;)

[Master List/Links]

The gentle wave sweep the beach. Bringing the sand new critters to live in every nook and cranny.

Far away from the sandy beach, away from the little village living off of the sea, far beyond the deep blue, a creature look at them in awe and curiosity.

From it's point of view, it could see a well built man dressed neatly from head to toe. Black silk hugged his form as a silver necklace hang around his throat.

"How interesting," it mused, "It would not hurt to pay them a visit." And so it retreats back into the deep ocean blue.

#By His Fingertips #nijisanji #ike eveland #nijisanji en #niji en #eki eviland #eki eveland #fanfiction #fanfic #luxiem #fic snippet #story snippets #this man is holding me by the scruff #ike x reader #Ike x male!reader #kinda religious fic I guess?

[creatorbiaze]

Meet Videns; one of the most feared Draconic Deities

just some snippets of Videns's chaos antics that I couldn't think of full short stories for

"w..what are you doing, Videns?" Blaze asks, watching Videns inspect a small rock while sitting on the table in the lab. She's learned by now not to leave Videns unsupervised in the science room.

"Science!" Videns almost-whispers, smiling widely as she tosses the rock into the bucket of water on the ground beside her.

Blaze jumps back when it starts to spark and pop, catching fire, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?"

"sodium metal," Videns replies, tilting her head and giving a closed eye smile, "it's highly reactive with water."

Cobra frowns while watching the energetic teen dart around the lab. 'This is the Guide of the Vengeful, the most dangerous Salhan Deity...?'

"What are... you doing... anyway?" Cobra decides to ask, cautious.

"got bored, tryna learn more about the acid you guys have. Salhan Draconics have mildly poisonous blood because of how we process Salha's poison, you guys are naturally scavengers and have an acid in your saliva that helps you eat basically anything that used to be alive. Fascinating, isn't it?" the teen replies, speaking quickly, before finally looking at Cobra directly. She's smiling widely, like always, and holds a metal cup out for Cobra, "hey, your family has venom in your fangs too, right? Can you do me a favor and gimme some venom? I wanna see how it interacts with things."

"w-wha-"

"Venomize the cup, Cobra," They cut off Cobra, smiling brightly.

"Where are you leading me...?" Pandora asks, following Videns down the worn path, looking at the flora around them. None of the plants were familiar to her. She sees a beautiful star-shaped flower, and reaches up to gently touch one of the petals.

"The Celestial Pantheon. Oh, by the way, if you see a star-shaped flower with sky blue-to-periwinkle petals, don't touch it, it'll kill you," Videns says with a cheerful smile. They smile even wider when they hear Pandora shriek in fear and jump back.

"Kidding, kidding, it's actually suprisingly harmless," Videns laughs, waving her hand dismissively without looking back at the human, before she points up to a blood red bell-shaped flower, "That one will kill you very painfully, though."

Ignis sat at the dining table, stirring her cup of tea, while glaring at the icy eyed hybrid across the table.

"Stop sm-"

"No," Videns smiles wider, propping her cheek on her palm, watching Ignis.

"Don't-"

"Can't control my mind reading," Videns shrugs, lying through her teeth. She could very much control it, she just preferred to know what everyone's thinking.

"At lea-"

"I already know what you're trying to say, why let you finish speaking when I can just reply?" Videns gives a closed eye smile, knowing how much she's pissing off Ignis with her interrupting.

"I h-"

"I hate you too, Iggy~"

At this point, Ignis throws her spoon at Videns, standing up and storming out of the room. Videns just waves bye, leaning to the side to avoid getting hit in the face with a hot spoon.

"How do you get Videns to calm down..?" Blaze asks Vizerxa, frowning as she watches Videns annoy Dawn Shadow.

"Quite easily, actually," Vizerxa replies calmly, looking around. She walks away, soon returning with a candle and a lighter. She doesn't even need to say anything for Videns to dart away from Dawn Shadow, getting a sheet of paper and jogging over to Vizerxa, who lights the candle and sets it on the table.

"just give her fire, trust me," Vizerxa shrugs, watching Videns tear off small pieces of the paper and drop them into the candle flame, giggling as they catch fire.

"...I feel like that's actually very risky," Blaze murmurs, frowning slightly in concern.

Vizerxa shrugs, "you're the one that adopted someone who loves fire, while living in a very flammable place. Thought Dusk repeatedly burning the kitchen would get you to change the materials of your living space, but apparently that didn't work."

#ocs #oc things #Videns Mortem #yes there's a reason for Cobra's bit to never call Videns by name #short story #story snippets #she's supposed to seem more energetic/chaotic than this but I'm feeling calm rn #can't really. write a hyper person well rn

[autobot2001]

Painful Death

@themerrywhumpofmay: box @mediwhumpmay: first night in hospital Tw; drugs, murder, death (Snippet from Hidden Killer)

A man walks down a row of storage units, looking for number forty.   There's little in the storage unit, but the man is looking for a particular box. "I knew It was wise to copy the files," he whispers once he finds the box, "hopefully there's something in here that'll help the police. "Too bad they'll never find the box," a voice taunts. The man recognizes the voice and panics, clutching the box close to him. "You should have been given the death penalty!" He yells. "I believe you have evidence that you've committed a federal crime in that box." The man can run out of the storage unit and down the street. Hoping to reach the buddy street before the man chasing him does anything.

The man makes it to the busy street, running on the side. He doesn't make it far before being tackled to the ground. Resulting in losing his grip on the box. The box lands on the ground, the lock remaining intact.   "I could kill you no problem," the man taunts, "but I'm returning the beating you did to me." The man is used as a punching bag. Not for long until several cars park on the side of the road to stop the attack. The attacker gets one last good punch to the head, knocking the man out.

The man wakes up, slowly realizing he's in a hospital room. A nurse walks in, pleased the patient they came to check on is awake. They leave to get a doctor.

"You've been unconscious for three hours. Aside from a serious concussion, you're fine, but I want to keep you here at least overnight. Do you remember who you are?" "My name is Charles Curtis. I was targeted because of — the box! Where's the box!" "Police custody. Why must you have the box?" An officer walks into the room, carrying the familiar box. "Care to explain why this box contains medical records?" The officer asks. "Intuition. I worked at the asylum that burned down two years ago. Not during my shift, but Austin hoped I'd be there. I copied his files, hoping they could help the police get him. I should have brought the box to the police when he started attacking..." Charles stops talking, realizing what he thought was a great idea two years ago now has him in serious trouble. "That's enough," the doctor demands, "he looks fine but has a serious concussion." The officer leaves.

"An expensive kill," the drug dealer comments, "we could have worked out a deal." "No, this is going to be worth the price," Austin smiles. "Fine, it's your five hundred and fifty-eight dollars." "Actually, this will look like my victim made the purchase."

Charles tries to rest, but his mind worries about Austin's next move. Knowing Austin will not give up until he's dead. "Death or life in prison," Charles sighs. "I can decide for you." Charles panics but has no time to react before Austin pins him down with one hand and puts a piece of tape over his mouth. Two others cuff his hands to the rails of the bed. "Be ready to remove all evidence and run," Austin tells them as he prepares the syringe. Enjoying Charles' muffled screaming, "a nice cocaine injection. Three, two, one, move!" Austin cuts the line for the nurse call button before the three leave. Austin would love to watch Charles die, but leaving a camera behind would risk being caught. Charles knows he has no time to get out into the hallway for help. Tears roll down his face.

Within minutes Charles feels the effects of the drug. Before he can't move, just me, Charles writes a vital note. Struggling with chest pain and feeling like his heart is exploding. Knowing even if nurses hear his scream, there's nothing they can do. Yo Charles' luck, his scream is heard. Several doctors and nurses rush into the room. By now, Charles struggles to breathe. The medical staff work as fast as possible, fearing only a blood test or scab will tell them what's happening, but their patient only has a little time. A nurse rushes to get a crash cart.

When the nurse returns to the room, Charles is having a seizure. The doctor by the bed thought Charles was only unconscious once the seizure ended. "No pulse; we have a code blue."

"Ten minutes with no change," the doctor sighs, "time of death, ten-thirty p.m." "Something is not right about this," one nurse comments. "An autopsy will tell us." "Sir," another nurse calls out, holding a piece of paper. "This adds to the mystery. The note reads Donald Garza is in danger. Protect him. Even has where this guy lives written." "This is going to sound crazy, but this suggests someone came in here. The only way Charles' condition could determine that he's now dead is by injecting something into his IV. Call security and the police."

Austin exits the hospital and walks down the alleyway. Police cars speed by. "He's dead, perfect. You're next, Donald."

#mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmay2023 #mediwhumpmayday7 #first night in the hospital #themerrywhumpofmay #TW; drugs #TW; murder #TW: death #revenge #story snippets

[missrandomdreamer]

Hope and Heisenberg Snippet *Coming Soooon*

Gonna be posting a little fluff snippet of Heisenberg and Hope sometimes soon. I think Im slowly coming to the conclusion that their story is gonna be just snippets and not an actual story DX but we will see ~ I think I can write better in short little stories than a continuous story but yeee

but just gonna say snippet is about around Valentine's Day :3 and kind of thinking might be multiple parts

a clue to the story >:D

#rusted cages violet dreams #karl heisenberg x oc #hope (oc) #resident evil village #re village #story snippets #writing #karl heisenberg

[darkness-compelled]

She was fire, not gold like her mother and her mother's mother. Molten, liquid and dangerous. As I shadowed her steps, I felt that great heat. Enough to melt the coins cast with the first empress' visage.

It was the light, like a moth, I could not resist. Knowing that to touch her, to witness her, is to be seared and blinded. If I must be blinded, it is fine, as long as she is the last thing I see.

#characters in my head #oc #gold #golden empress #story #wip #snippets #story snippets #gilded guard #they're bird people #ha ha #emotions #i don't have time to write right now #gotta craft spells #and make ouija boards #personal project

[moodymelanist]

happy WIP Tuesday* (since I am a silly goof who accidentally posted a day early lol).

anyway, here’s a little something I’m working on for @nestaarcheronweek hehe

“I do not consent to a search of my home,” Nesta snapped. She closed the door behind her and turned to follow the officer, very intent on getting his name and badge number so she could tear Metro PD a new one. “What the f— someone record this!”

Most of her assembled friends and family looked confused, but Emerie and Feyre already had their phones in hand and were clearly recording. If Nesta had been paying more attention, she would’ve realized someone had brought out one of the dining chairs and put it in the middle of the room, but she was much more concerned with the Fourth Amendment violation playing out in her living room.

“I will ask you one last time,” Nesta hissed at the officer. He looked far too smug for her liking, and she couldn’t wait to wipe that stupid look off his face when she found out who his commanding officer was. “What the hell is the problem here?”

“There’s a problem here alright,” the officer — whose nameplate just said Cassian, which Nesta was realizing was not standard issue — told her with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows. “You have the right to remain horny!”

Oh, Nesta thought, everything abruptly clicking into place. Oh no.

#acotar #acosf #Nessian #nesta archeron #Cassian #pro Nessian #pro nesta archeron #pro cassian #moodymelanistwrites #wip wednesday #story snippets

[moonshine-nightlight]

Find the Word WIP tag

thanks for the tag, @eruden-writes!

My words were: limit, offer, passion, loss, soul

when searching my various drafts and WIPs i kept getting results for things i'd already posted but we got there lol

I never know who to tag in these things so no pressure: @monsterkisserlove @dashofmonsters @bucketsofmonsters

Your words are: hint, note, permission, swallow, and lack

limit

this is from "Goddaughter", which about a demon who was promised a firstborn grandchild as part of a deal he made, and which i've posted a WIP sneak peak before, but you'll notice a diff POV for this. my original draft was called "Something of Mine" and was from Vee/VK's 3rd POV. currently undergoing edits to make it 2nd POV but this part hasn't been updated yet

“You lack drive and follow-through,” Richard diagnosed and VK resisted the urge to laugh. Why did people always think such things of him? “You haven’t even claimed what’s owed to you.”

“You’d think a man would be grateful,” VK’s eyes sharpened as he looked at the foul man, “but there’s no reason to be. In your ignorance, you’ve no idea what I have or haven’t done with what was owed to me,” VK says, his voice mild but his eyes full of storm clouds. He might be amused rather than insulted by Richard Pierce’s lack of respect, but he had his limits of what he would tolerate too. Just because it was higher than other demons, didn’t mean the limit didn’t exist.

Richard, unable to take a hint even so many years later, laughed. “You can talk big all you want, but I saw Michael and his family only the other weekend. Obviously the warnings I gave him about his firstborn were unnecessary. He said he’s seen neither hide nor hair of you—and neither has his son.”

A grin split VK’s face. “In that you are correct, for I’ve no interest in that particular branch of your family tree.”

~

offer

this is from my "Courtship Confusion" story, modern day w/integrated supernatural about a human from a werewolf family and a siren raised by concubi. its from part 5 of 5 so its the very beginning of the heating up

Morgan's sweet, tucking the blanket around the both of you so carefully, that you can’t help but lean over to press chaste kiss to his lips now that you can. He blinks at you, eyes blank enough that you worry that you’re betraying your own offer to take things slow. His mouth is on yours the next instant.

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passion

this is from the end of "Quid Pro Quo", a modern fic with demons as a secret society alongside humans. reader discovered it was all real when her ex-husband's family revealed a deal they're made with a demon years ago that affects her kids. she works with Adriel, a powerful demon, to find a way to exempt her kids and in return she helps him figure out who is embezzling from him. this is from the last part

You huff, blowing some of the bedraggled hair out of your face—determined to be annoyed rather than embarrassed. You drum up as much of that annoyance at the idea his demon form could scare you in your voice as you say, “Would you stop saying that? I’m not scared of you.”

For some reason, this time your impassioned words seem to actually get through to him. Adriel blinks slowly and you can see him start to believe you. “No…” He moves closer to you, so smoothly its almost hypnotizing. “You’re not…”

His yellow eyes are analytic as he looks you over, no doubt registering all the little things a demon could pick up on that a human couldn’t. How your heart is still racing despite the time since your nightmare has ended. Your racing pulse. Your deeper than usual breathing.

He inhales and you know that has to be he most damning evidence of it all. You’ve no idea what your scent might tell him, though you have your suspicions, but you know it won’t be fear.

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loss

this is from a little story about a monster who lives in a house (sort of like monster under the bed vibes) and is actually mostly about them bonding with some kids who are left with an irresponsible adult so they're like, are these my kids now? (but the kids do have a responsible parent who is a love interest eventually) - its called "Darren's an Asshole" lol

“Good,” Darren says. “You don’t want me to have to come down here. Don’t make any sort of mess either. Heather, you make sure of it.”

“Yes, Dad,” she replies. He seems to accept her at her word and stomps upstairs—no respect for the wooden floor boards Miruk works so hard to preserve. They flicker with humor when the stairs oblige and trip Darren on the last step. He catches himself on the doorframe but manages to get a splinter, causing him to curse again before he slams the door to the basement shut.

Miruk returns their attention to the offspring standing near the couch they’re observing from under.

“Uh…” the taller of the two newcomers says, obviously at a loss when faced with Darren’s departure. That one must be old enough to know they shouldn’t be left alone.

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soul

this is from "Feral" one of my Fall/spooky season stories for 2023. Its modern with a reader who learns supernatural exists when they meet the, well, see below lol

“I don’t want to be rude, but what would, um, what do think we would call you?”

“Humans always have too many names for things—comes from all those languages you have and your over-inflated feeling of importance as a species. Perhaps…” she says something you can’t even parse. “No? How about” and again she says something vaguely Greek sounding that was more of a word, but not one you’ve heard before. At the continued lack of recognition on your face she frowns, “Hm, no you’re right. Too old. A hound?”

You can’t help, but roll your eyes. “I mean, yeah, I know you looked sort of like a dog, but…”

“A hound of Hel.”

You swallow. “Oh. Yeah, hellhound—I, I’ve heard of that.”

Zrea grins, pleased with herself. Her teeth are so very white against the rest of her, the back of her mouth so dark behind them. You believe that she could hunt a doomed soul to the ends of the earth, even in the condition she’s in. She's all coiled muscle and sharp intent. You feel like you’ve invited a predator into your home. And yet… and yet you are certain she is not a threat to you.

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[rotting-ink]

Romance Options First Appearance

Written for if the player is bisexual. If the player chooses only female love interests, then all the RO's are all women. Same as for if the player chooses only male love interests. 

Luther looked over the hall filled with members of his pack milling around the hall, eyes narrowed on a piece of paper slipped to him earlier that morning. His people chattered amongst themselves, sitting along the low tables, sharing food and drink. Fireplaces were lit. Cubs were playing with each other in little groups or nestled into their mothers’ sides. Harmony. He made this.

He rubs his calloused thumb against the ink, long since dried. He leaned back in his chair, catching the attention of his sister, Emilia. She seemed to bristle at his very movement and Luther folded the piece of paper with a low sigh.

“Em-”

“What?” She snapped, tugging at a lock of her dark hair.

Luther dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowing. Even the hall quieted as her outburst. She was getting too unruly for her position. Any day now she was going to make a mistake that he wouldn’t be able to save her from.

“Your little friend.” Luther said after a moment. “Is dead.”

Emilia froze up, turning around to stare at him with her lips slightly parted. Luther settled back into a comfortable position in his chair, turning away from her to let the piece of paper flutter from his palm, into the fireplace by his legs, being eaten up within seconds by the flames.

“... Luther.” Emilia whispered. “What did you do?”

Sienna reclined on her sofa as her guests gushed about her wonderful party, the entertainment, the food, all so wonderful! She just watched them, running her perfectly manicured thumb over the rim of her wine glass, swirling the dark red liquid around.

God, she was fucking bored.

She’s done it all before. Again and again. The parties, the games, the drinking, the sex, the spending. She was starting to feel old. And there was nothing Sienna Della Rovere hated more than feeling fucking old.

She watched her guests dance and gossip and coo. She watched them eat her food and enjoy her singers and whisper about how one of these days their host simply must marry one of the eligible bachelors constantly hanging around her.

They too, were fucking boring. Every day was so… Fucking… Oh?

One of her little assistants was stumbling over themselves to get to where she was languidly lounging, their little face pale with shock.

“Baroness Della Rovere! Baroness!” The little thing tottered to a stop in front of her, panting.

“Yes?” Sienna replied mildly, a perfect eyebrow raised.

“I… The… The Clerk… He’s been found dead.”

Sienna’s mouth parted in a perfect shocked expression but the edge of her lip twitched.

Finally, some fun.

Victor got home late. The best time to get home. Silence. Nothing but the fireplace crackling with a flame that was lit specially for him. It was hard to remember a time when he wasn’t living such a life. Not that he couldn’t remember, it was that it was a time that felt like a glowing ember to try and touch without hurting yourself.

So he didn’t. So he lived the good life, with a crystal glass of brandy held in his palm, a book open on his knee. So, he enjoyed his new life.

Then he heard them. His spouse. A few thumps upstairs and muffled movement. Victor stilled and glanced towards the ceiling, as if it would let him see through the wood, watching as they trotted around and bumped into things as they tried to pull on their evening robe. His lips thinned but as he heard their footsteps make their way down the grand staircase, he schooled his expression into something warmer. By the time the door to the study swung over, he looked downright loving.

“Victor.”

“My dear.” He reached out for his beloved spouse to rest their leathery hand in his. “You needn’t come down to greet me. You should be resting.”

Their cold eyes bored into him before they slowly parted their lips.

“Victor… That boy is dead.”

He blinked at them a few times.

“Luke. Luke is dead.”

His stomach tightened, the whiskey curdling in his gut. The glass slipped from his fingers and smashed on the floor.

Zaniyah was cold. So fucking cold. She was always cold these days, but it didn’t mean that she ever got used to it. That she’ll ever want to get used to it.

Her black skirt drags on the ground as she walks, leaves and dirt staining the hem. Hard to remember a time that she’d ever cared about what the hem of her frock looked like. There was once upon a time that she’d gain stares and whispers about the state she was in. Now she glides through crowds and groups and no one takes notice of her. No one yells at her for bumping them, no one grumbles when she steps on their foot, no one yelps when her umbrella smacks their face.

Bliss. If only she wasn’t so cold.

She glides past the elderly lady at the desk, squinting through her clouded spectacles. She descends the stairs, pausing a bit as the doctor ascends the stairs, rubbing his eyes wearily. Zaniyah admires his profile, tilting her head. When he’s out of sight, she continues her way, perfectly buckled, muddied shoes making neither a sound or a stain on the tiled floor.

Then she arrives. And there he is.

The body lying on the white slab, a slender, greying pinkie poking out from under the tarp.

“Hello, Mister Buckley.” She murmurs and slips her notebook free from her jacket.

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[angst-fairygodmother]

🌹 plz. For anyone new you have if you have someone

Hello love, I don't have much that's new, that's likely to go on here. But I have been dabbling with both of my Baldur's Gate characters (there are so many little missing scenes to fill in, it's delicious). So, please enjoy a snippet from one of those, as I put my Gale-mancing cleric of Mystra through it:

“Did I choose the wrong goddess?” “What?” He seemed taken aback by her question, or maybe the wavering in her voice. Of course he was. She had been, as he already put it, their fearless leader, plunging onward without doubt or hesitation, fully confident even when it was a bluff. “I’ve been devout to Mystra since I was a child. I…I don't know who I’d be without her. But how can I, knowing that she would so easily ask someone to die just to please her, still give her that faith?”

#Baldur's Gate 3 #wip sneak peek #ask game #story snippets #if you would prefer a peek into something more my usual fair please feel free to send another ask :)