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[missfortunetherogue]

"First" Snippet of 2026/WIP Whenever

Thank you so much for the tag @dramatiquechipmunk, it's lovely to see you starting to come back from hiatus and I am very excited about the new project you teased. (And a thank you to @cinder-rellish181 as well, your tag came in mid-draft and I had you on my tag list so optionally take a tag-back if you wish hehe)

Teeechnically this isn't my first snippet of the year but it's the first of a new project so does it fully count as cheating? *looks over shoulder for tag game police* Here's a teaser for what I'm cookin' up for @spillingteanotpermitted's Bridger's Gate Valentine's Day Event.

The gentlest of tags for @bladesingerlily, @elceewunjo, @litsenn, @theya-art, @aerin67, @riddlerosehearts, @optimisticgrey, @lolthwoven, @lilhumanoid, @r3drozebud, @scoldingdarjeeling, @lucretiouswept, and @arlynx if anyone has something they'd like to share in whatever medium.

Working title for this project: The Modiste and the Marquess

Image quality looks poor in my preview so here's the text below, in case it's not legible:

Dearest Kindly Readers,

It is with great pleasure that I welcome you all back to the Ton for another splendid Season filled with lively balls, thrilling engagement announcements, and, if we should be so lucky, salacious scandals. I hope winter at your estates has treated you with care and kindness.

For those of you just arriving back to your city residences, you may have missed the news that Prince Wyll and his beloved wife, Lady Karlach of Thornhold, have welcomed a healthy baby boy a mere moon ago! Although they will largely be absent from the ball season this year, this author has it under good authority that they wish all the eligible bachelors and bachelorettes the very best of luck in finding a most suitable match.

There is another new arrival that has the Mamas of the Ton all aflutter: one mysterious Marchess of Mirabar. The silver-haired Lord Ancunín has been absent from the Ton for several decades, causing much speculation as to the reason behind the family's sudden disappearance from society. However, recently out of mourning for his reclusive father, the late Lord Szarr, the new Marchess has at last returned seeking a match for his younger sister, Dalyria. Pray he watch where he steps lest he fall into the snare of an ambitious Mama ere he can accomplish his aim.

Already these calculating Mamas have the bell sitting atop the door to Lady Fortune's Dress Boutique ringing to excess as they shuffle in with daughters in tow, each of them eager for the magic touch of our Ton's most esteemed and auspicious dressmaker. After all, have we not seen in years past that any debutante sporting a Lady Fortune masterpiece has met her match by the end of the Season? Why, this author has half a mind to march down there herself to commission a new gown or two before her ledger fills up!

To all the young ladies and their Mamas seeking a match this Season, I wish you good hunting. Moreover, to all the gentlemen seeking to woo their lady loves, I bid you brush up on your banter and your ballroom dances.

Discreetly Yours, Madame Wispweed

[halos-little-freak]

WHEN SOMEBODY TOLD ME I WOULD CHANGE

[zer0pm]

Imagine staring at Johnny. Not checking him out or anything, but just looking at him. Taking him in. He doesn’t know how to deal with it and tries to snark off to get a reaction out of you only for you to respond in the way he didn’t expect.

A/N: Fixed the mistakes. Sorta. My first try at Johnny Silverhand x V and probably more to come if this game continues to jack into my time as it does now. Enjoy~

“What?” He starts.

You simply shrugged. “Nothing.” It was your typical answer. Some time has gone by since the parasitic hologhost rented out the space in your head. You two have been through at lot. A lot of hard times. Hell, he even tried to kill you through half of them. But now, you’re something along the fine line of “partners” if either of y’all can call yourselves as much.

Johnny, he’s used to people staring at him when he was alive. He was a legend, women and men lusted after him all the time. However, the way you were looking at him was something different. It wasn’t lust, he was able to differentiate the myriad of emotions you have had given how long he’s been living in your head. Lately, you’ve been seeing him in a different light, a light that he couldn’t put a finger on and it made him feel odd. It made him feel like you were redefining his place. But where? With this role you two were handcuffed together in against Arasaka? With you?

What bugged him was that the feeling you were having, he was feeling it too. And he doesn’t know if it was emanating from you or if it is an entirely different entity growing inside him. Or in his data, whatever. The more time he’s spent with you though, the harder it was to deny that it was the latter. Instead of calling it out however, as he normally would- he deals with it the only other way he knows how.

Johnny crosses his arms and looks at you straight beneath his tinted lenses before purposefully lowering his gaze to himself.

“My cock is down here, Samurai.”

Silence.

Suddenly you started busting out laughing. A sound of sheer joy and delight, he didn’t expect such risibility from you. He more thought that you would finally look away or tell him to fuck off, hoped for it even as your irritation would have been easier to take. But no. You stunned him by laughing. Johnny doesn’t think he’s heard you so...happy before. And he, of all people trying purposefully to be an asshole, was the cause.

Damned if he would ever say it out loud, he rather liked your laugh- and didn’t mind you looking at him so much anymore if this is what he would get out of you. Now the roles are reversed, he’s looking at you now. Taking you in, only you don’t notice. Still too busy laughing.

Before he knows it, he’s laughing too.

[snexy-the-snail]

Your stories are soooo good! I know you are super busy, so no worries if not, but have you considered writing a short for the prey to go au? Your artwork for it was adorable :3 have an awesome day!

Awe thank you! And actually I've made a separate blog for the prey to go au! If you have like super specific questions this is the place to go-

prey-to-go.tumblr.com

  ))

Tony had been ordering from Prey to Go for years. All to satisfy the deep urge all demons had. It stopped him from having to eat souls and always left him feeling full days after. He hadn't found his favorite snack quite yet so sadly he had to keep ordering random selections. 

He hums softly as he speed dials the number, grinning widely when he heard the little jingle. He had gone a bit to long this time, the hunger for a soul gnawing at him the whole time.

“Hello, this is Tony Stark, I’d like to place an order.” 

Usually he’d just order online but it took so long and they always asked him to be specific with ages, tallness, size, god the list went on.

“Oh Tony! A randomized order with a 12 inch size presume?” 

Tony hums softly. He was just thankful the place basically knew him at this point. He didn’t have to argue about specifics he could just get his meal and be satisfied with that.

“Yes, as soon as you can. Thank you.” He says before hanging up. Now all that was left was to wait. He could do that, just a few more minutes.

When he heard the elevators door open he was already salivating at the thought of having a soul inside of him. Tony shudders excitedly, looking over to see what his randomized order looked like. He was young, a little pudge which just added to his cuteness. He couldn’t help but grin, his stomach growling anxiously as the kid stepped inside. 

“I-I’m Peter, y-you’re um, prey for to-tonight.” 

Tony’s smile drops instantly when he notices the tears streaking down the kid’s face. Oh no. He could not deal with tears, especially when it came to kids. Despite being a demon he surprisingly had strong parental instinct, which got annoying at times.

He grimaces slightly and kneels next to the kid. Peter was the same height as all his orders, around a foot tall, which just made his heart twist even more. 

“Hey kid, what’s with the tears?” He murmurs softly. He wasn’t surprised when the kid jolted back, things must have been jarring at that height. Peter seemed like a sweet kid, he wasn’t sure why the kid was working with a company that literally gave predators the meals they needed.

“M’ s-sorry. I-I’ve never d-done this before.” Peter managed to hiccup out between quiet sobs. Tony sighs slightly, gently wiping tears from the child's face. Of course the one time he needed a quick meal he wouldn't get it. That's alright. He couldn't get mad at the kid, he was just frightened, no worries.

"Hey, look at me kiddo. We don't have to do this if it's really that scary for you." Tony murmurs softly, offering a warm smile. Besides the kid was a bit on the young side, he could see why this would be frightening to him. 

"M-m' okay now y-you can do..do..it now." Peter whimpers, rubbing his eyes. Tony sighs again shaking his head.

"I'm not going to eat you when you're crying kiddo." He says tiredly. No matter how hungry he was he wasn't just going to ignore the fact that the poor thing was terrified. It honestly killed his appetite. 

"Come on, deep breaths." He says softly. He smiles slightly wiping some tears away as the kid struggled to listen to him. 

After a few minutes of him shushing the kid, and Peter letting soft hiccuping sobs put he managed to calm his little snack down enough so that he wasn't crying. At this point he was sitting on the ground with Peter's face buried in his side like an exhausted child. The moment was almost peaceful, well except for his stomach loudly complaining about its lack of a meal.

"S-sorry I..I should probably do my job- right?" Peter asks hesitantly, glancing up at Tony nervously. This kid was one of the most sensitive prey he'd ever had.

"I don't want to sound pushy but this is it. You can walk out now, but I need to know in the next ten seconds kid." Tony says with a tired sigh. He was starving, ravenous actually, for a decent soul, and if Peter needed to walk out he'd have to place another order as soon as possible.

Peter, bless the kid, shifted slightly before taking a shaky breath in and nodded. Obviously mentally preparing himself for his decision. 

"I..I can do this." 

Well he wasn't expecting that. The kid was really dedicated to his job then. He was so terrified and yet here he was standing determinedly in front of him. 

"Close your eyes, it'll help." Tony murmurs softly gently running a hand through Peter's curls. He smiles a bit when the kid nods and squeezes his eyes shut tightly, the poor things heart rate picked up as he got closer. 

Peter grimaces slightly waiting anxiously with his eyes shut tight. Letting a quiet whimper out when he felt warmth wash over his face. Despite the sharp teeth he knew Mr.Stark had he didn't feel any of them as he was gently eased inside the demon's mouth. 

He trembles he felt the demon's tongue carefully coat him with saliva, the slick muscle twitching firmly against his chest as he was squished down into Mr.Stark's throat. 

It was hot and tight and he had no idea what was happening at this point. He yelps slightly when he jolts forward at a thick and sudden swallow, his heart beating nervously when he was pushed further down. 

Peter felt hands on his legs and waist, his face scrunching up in mild confusion until he felt Mr.Stark tilt his head back, the hands guiding him as he slid easily down the demons throat. It shouldn't have been that easy, a small part of his brain demanded that he fight, scream, put up a fuss or something but he couldn't shake his fear away long enough to react.

Several thick swallows dragged him out of his blind panic, grimacing as his head squished down into a slightly larger chamber. It groaned and gurgled excitedly as he slowly started slipping inside, his face pressing into the soft slick flesh as he tried getting somewhat upright. Thankfully the more Mr.Stark swallowed the more he could somewhat position himself. 

He was completely encased in warmth, and with a few more swallows he felt his feet joining him in the extremely tight area. He wasn't sure how this was comfortable for the pred. 

"Doing alright kid?" 

Peter jolts slightly at how weird the voice sounded. Tony's voice was deeper and came from everywhere which was slightly comforting and freaky at the same time. The muscle groaned around him, following his movements as he tried to right himself.

"Y-yeah I'm alright!" Peter says sheepishly. He didn't mean to move around so much, but this was the first time he had actually gotten eaten. It was a bit weird and he wasn't used to the feeling at all. It was like getting smothered with soft slimy sheets honestly. 

"Mm, good. You got a few more hours, so try to get comfy." 

Peter shudders slightly, but nods instinctively, flushing when he realized that Tony couldn't see him.

"Y-yeah gotcha." He says quietly. He didn't try to move very much considering he still didn't know what was comfortable for the demon and didn't want to test that. 

Peter could do this, it was for May after all. He sighs shakily and shifts slightly flinching at the soft gurgles the muscle around him let out. Yeah this wasn't too bad. 

[softtwords]

poisoned sewing needles

The Princesses were not allowed near the sewing room. They were ordered to wear the dresses made by the maidens from the sewing room with no questions of how the dresses were made. Of course, the gowns were of exquisite material foreign to the nobles of the palace but their trained eyes were wary of how the skirts danced by the ankles of the princesses.

The eldest princess knew something was amiss with the dresses and was asked to remain silent. She knew her place in the palace and sided with the knowledge that questioning the dresses to others would only cause more questions than answers, she knew full well for she had tried before.

One lonesome night, the eldest princess snuck to the sewing room to spy on the maidens who worked late at night. It was a perfect opportunity for the princess to spy for there was a royal ball the following days to come. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest like a beating drum, constant and grounding like a constant reminder that she might be caught at any moment.

Her lips trembled and tore as her teeth viciously scraped away her nervousness, her eyes dilated by the rush of adrenaline she seemed to enjoy. All of it leading to the moment of unveiling.

The door made no noise while her small fingers pried it open, the thick wood pleasant against her palm. Her eyes peeked inside and widened in horror almost immediately.

The needles flew through the air, zipping and zapping past from wall to wall. Thick green slime slipped past the needlepoint and onto the fabric of the dresses vanishing soon after. It was magic. Magic right in front of her eyes.

Unlike the needles, the maidens were not flying from wall to wall with thread from their fingers. Instead, they stood around a pot, adding things into the bubbling cauldron. Flowers, herbs, spices, foreign objects and out they would pull more thread.

Unaware of how much of the door she was pulling open, a maiden spotted her quickly. Her smile curved sideways but was not wicked. Instead, her smile was warm. She took a quick look at the other maidens, making sure they couldn't see her and quickly walked to the princess.

The princess, in horror, stumbled back to the far wall allowing the maiden to successfully follow her out.

"Your Highness," her voice dripped honey as she bowed, "you are not supposed to be here," she said as she looked into the fearful princess's eyes.

"I came to see, but I fear my eyes have fooled me," her words were light and coated in exhausted fear.

"No ma'am," the maiden shook her head, "your eyes have not betrayed you this night. I am afraid what you see is very real."

The princess shivered at the underlying tone in the voice of the maiden, "and what exactly have I seen?"

The maiden took slow steps to the princess, her face now inches away from her own and her lips curling into a smile, "poisoned sewing needles."

"Excuse me?" the princess let out a breathless whisper, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the maiden caressed her cheeks. Her eyes fluttering closed on instinct as if it was the right thing to do.

"Your Highness," the maidens whisper blew sweetly against the princess's lips, "I am not allowed to tell you why we do it, but I will tell you this."

The maidens hands gently touched the waist of the princess, her touch like fire and ice at once, welcoming and fleeting. The princess opened her eyes and gazed at the maiden before her, unsure why her heart began to beat faster than before.

The maiden gripped the fabric, "should a man ever touch you or try to take you away from the palace the fabric will poison his veins allowing you to escape. The needles we use to make your gowns are laced with poison for your protection," her eyes twinkled," This world is unforgiving and we must protect our precious pearls."

"And what if a woman touches me?" the Princess blurted. Much to her delight, the maiden loosened her grip on the dress, her fingers now tracing promises along the princess's arms.

"Would you like to find out?"

This prompt was used from @yetmoreprompts 

[five-fictions-5-9]

This is my first posted snippet. I’ve been writing random snippets for months now on my own, but I’ve finally got enough confidence to post one. This would be part 1.

It’s based on a planet named Atlas. The main characters are part of a military force called the Emperor’s Knights. There is cursing involved. I hope you enjoy it!

Kyra typed a code into the communicator. Access denied. “Bloody hell!”

She threw the comm link at the table, Carter laughed and caught it. He said, “What’s your code again?”

“8712-0954.”

Kyra rolled her eyes when Carter got it open, again. She groaned, “What are you doing different from me, and why can’t they just do regular padlocks?”

Carter threw the comm link back, “You're going too fast, at the dash you have to pause for three seconds.”

Kyra pocketed the comm link, “Damn technology.”

“I don’t get it, you’re so good at flying those high tech ships, but when it comes to this you're lost?”

“I am not lost! It just hates me!”

Carter chuckled, “I’m sure.”

“Watch it.”

Carter raised his hands in mock surrender. Kyra buried her face in her hands. “It’s not the comm, is it?”

Kyra didn’t even look up, Carter wasn’t sure what to say. Kyra was usually a calm and collected person unless someone got her really mad or very upset. Luckily Carter only had to witness it once. She sighed, “I’m fine, just, stressed. My step-mom has been on my ass all week.”

“What this time?”

“I’m not even sure, she just yells at me if I get home too late for her liking, even though she knows my shift ends at bloody midnight.”

“So, it’s not about your magic?”

“God prevail.”

“She knows it’s legal now, right?”

“Oh, she’s furious about it.”

Carter looked at his friend with sympathy, Kyra didn’t deserve that from anyone. Before they could finish their conversation their other league members burst in, Tracy said, “Commander Carlson just called a meeting, come on.”

The two sprang up and rushed down the hall. They were all part of the Emerald league. Emerald league was smaller than the others, because it was more of a secret ops team. Because Kyra and Carter, along with Tracy and Ryan, were Lieutenants they wore Navy uniforms with Emerald trimmings. 

As the four arrived at the meeting hall, Commander Carlson asked them to sit down. He straightened his back, “It’s been brought to light that there are a few different groups on Sata that are rebelling the Emperor. In light of this threat we need to come up with a plan, with little to no violence. These groups happen to have particular contacts that have connections to sources that wouldn’t hesitate to downrate the Emperor.”

“West,” Kyra nodded, “I’m putting you in charge of Phase 2, infiltration. For now I need you to await orders, until we have a plan. Owens and Montrose, I need you two to research these groups and find our best tactics, your Phase 1. Anderson, I want you on Phase 3, with your team, once we have the signal from West you need to take them out, with no violence.”

He looked at the team, and they nodded in understanding. He sent them off to begin, “One last thing, this is called Operation Allitron, or Mission Allitron, don’t speak a word of it outside this room and this company, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”, they all said in unison.

“Your excused.”

Tracy and Carter got straight to work on their research. As for Kyra she began a little research of her own. She needed to figure out the best way to infiltrate this group, and to do it as fast as possible.

Before she knew it midnight had come and gone. She shut the database down and groggily walked back to the house. She silently unlocked the back door and went up the stairs. She quietly checked-in on Klayden. He was calmly sleeping with Fritz, their little copper red Aussie by his side. Kyra shook her head then snuck off to her room.

She fell asleep almost as soon as she hit the mattress. Her brain was still in highgear, thinking over the best ways to carry out the mission. She had no idea it would be so hard.

[aditublog]

writing - Yurnero

With an inaudible snarl he turned away, facing in the direction the enemy soldiers would soon appear. The Lord of Avernus stopped next to him, completely motionless as he waited, too.

Their own soldiers passed them, and the horse whinnied softly. The Lord of Avernus patted it on the neck before he and the beast moved forward. He didn’t look at the Juggernaut, just followed the road. Not that Yurnero liked it when his allies talked all the time, but he would have liked something from the strange male, a nod as greeting or whatever. This complete and utter silence and ignorance towards him made him frown in annoyance. Well, he didn’t have to like his allies to fight with them and to win a town war.

[aditublog]

writing - Yurnero

Yurnero the Juggernaut wasn’t sure what would await him in this town war. Yes, he had fought together with Alleria before, and even with the fucking Dragon Knight. They worked well together and he liked participating in one of the town wars with them. What was new was the third partner in Alleria’s and the Knight’s relationship, the Bounty Hunter. And of course their fifth ally, whom Yurnero barely knew. He had heard of him, but not much. It was the Lord of Avernus and he really wasn’t sure what to make of him.