#snipet

[clockwayswrites]

This felt like one of those battles that he might not walk away from. In the past, there had always been some last-minute save: some heavy hitter to call in.

The heavy hitters had already been called in.

There were just too many off planet or too far on the other side of the planet. He knew that there were other heroes pushing everything they could to arrive in time, but Nightwing knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Not this time.

Fucking aliens in fucking New Mexico, what a way to go.

As soon as his siblings got over him being dead, they’d never let him live it down. They’d be teasing his gravestone for years.

At least Nightwing was pretty sure he could make one hell of a dent in the force of giant metal monstrosities on his way out. It was a suicide run, one there would be no way out of, but Nightwing knew that he was already bleeding out. The hunk of metal still stuck in his side was the only reason he hadn’t.

He’d be dead before help could arrive, so he might as well go out with a bang.

He woundered what the cover story for Dick Grayson’s death would be. Small plane accident, maybe. It would explain the lack of body.

[imhyperfixatingrn]

I mean telling us what type of cake you are baking won't make us not want to eat it. We will devour it no matter if we know the ingredients by heart or not

Because the anons have been so sweet today you get a lil snippet Yayyy <3

[pumpkinthreat28blog]

Share a snippet sunday(Becouse free day! Yaay!!)

Thank you so much @mermaidslabyrinth for the tag! I've been working on this thing for some days so i'll be able to finally join!

prompt: Syagros finds out his nephew was killed by Aemond at Storms’ end.

tw: Rage, major cannon character death, unhinged targaryen madness

Syagros wasn't allowed near the council chambers, not out of spite, but out of prevention, he was volatile, like a wildfire spreading on a dry grassfield, so it was normal for the lords to keep him at arms length, he had the bad habit to bite out of the blue when anyone would interrupt his sister whenever she was speaking, so the war council wasn't a place someone would like to be near that rabid attack dog for sure. 

Syagros was alone outside the hall, his eyes fixed on the tiles of Dragonstone's hall. When the doors finally cracked open, he pushed himself off the wall, walking towards Rhaenyra and her two elder children, grabbing Lucerys’s hand as he followed Rhaenyra and her kids outside

-And? what are we going to do?-his voice was rough, dry even, while he still held up to Lucerys’ hand protectively

-the children will serve as heralds-she explained as Syagros frowned

-Heralds? you mean you are going to send them away with messages for the great houses, sister?-he asked, looking back at Lucerys with a worried glance, who looked determined as they walked away into the outside.

-Jace will make the longer trip, Syagros, he's now ten-and-five already, you were fighting on the stepstones at that age-her grace said, trying to feel confident at her own statement while she looked back at her children, but she was worried, she feared her sons might be in danger out there, harmed, even

Syagros bit his lower lip as he noded in agreement

-’kay… Jace will make the longer trip… to the north, if i might say? And further away… -he looked down at Lucerys, his face relaxing as he ruffled his curls lovingly, trying to soothe his own worries trying to play with the younger boy- where are you goin’, sweet boy? want old uncle Syagros to join ya? it will be fun, we might even play chase with our dragons if you want to-he suggested, but Lucerys smiled politely and only shook his head

-no uncle, i want to do this on my own… i will be fine, i swear, i'm already a man, and when i'm back, you will see me differently. I’m capable of doing this oknmy own-he said with a prideful smile, and Syagros looked at him, and his smile faded softly, worried

If Luke grew up, who would be with him? who would play along while he was having one of his visions? 

He would be totslly alone once again

It would happen again. 

Rhaenyra grew up, and he lost her at her duties… will he lose Luke as well?...

If he was being honest, he didn't want his nephew to grow up at all…

Luke was his in a way nobody else would be. He was almost like a son of his own… losing him would be the death of him

-Lucerys will be going at storm's end… it's a short and safe trip, Lord Borros will be thrilled to have a prince on his hall, and i supose he will be willing to join our cause if we ask him, i’ll send him with a letter of mine—Rhaenyra guessed in order to calm down his bastard half-brother, Syagros o the other hand grunted, making a bitter expression as he walked behind her and Jace, still holding to Luke, to whom he pulled closer as they walked by

-your grace, with al due respect to aunt Rhaenys, her sons, and her mother… but Borros is a cunt—he spat bitterly as he held Lucerys’ hand firmly, shaking his head once again-let me go with him. I may not be a prince, but Green Leech is for sure a good, very, very good persuasive lad —he said as Rhaenyra looked back at him

-Uncle—Jace intervened, looking at him with a hint of shame in his eyes —... We want to prove ourselves out of the bastardy… if you join, our plan might be

-...shattered—he said understandingly, noding softly—... Very well, young one… ‘might even try and help out ‘round here then… Luke?—He looked back at the younger princeling, feeling a dreading gloom fill his chest… as if he wasn’t ever going to see him again

“He will go”

His agressive voices whispered, some started cackling, others crying, most of them where screaming and crying

“My sweet boy. Our sweet boy. Little kitten is going to die”

“He will die. He should not go. What if someone eats him?”

Alone

No!

Not alone, not alone, not alone

Eat him

Not alone

Not alone

Aemond... Aemond where's Aemond?!

Not alone, not alone, not alone

Follow

Green

Green Leech should lead the march

Follow right behind

Not alone, not alone, not alone

Protect

Not alone, not alone, not alone

YOU MUST PROTECT

Luke will die

Protect him

Luke will die

Little kitten is going to die

Why don't you move!?

Protect

Protect protect protect

The child is going to die

PPROTECT HIM!!

A dreading symphony of multiple voices screamed at his ear as his eyes widened in horror

-Nyra—he grunts with trembling voice, Rhaenyra stoped abruptly as Syagros let go off Luke’s hand, throwing aside his knives and sword at her feet, sign that he was going into one of his episodes

-Luke!—she called her youngest, who moved aside from his uncle as he recoiled and growled, holding onto his head as the visions started flowing like a furious storm before his eyes

-uncle?—the young Velaryon boy tried to approach his uncle, while he hissed and shook violently his head

-brother—Rhaenyra called, seeming a bit worried by his brother's behaviour

-water…—Syagros growled as he keot his eyes wide open, his pupils moved quickly, as if he was looking for something that wasn't even there— i see… rain… water, so, so much water— he hissed as he shook his head once again, feeling that caracteristic flare behind his eyes when that erraric visions moved before his eyes—i see blood, and pearls and… a hand…—His voice dropped lower, his eyes, filled with tears as the vision drove him to the edges of his sanity

...

-Syagros?—Rhaenyra called when he fell silent and stared at the emptiness, then, his eyes went blank as he fell unconscious on the floor

-uncle!—Both boys ran towards him in panic, shaking him and trying to wake him up

[...]

That would be all! Hope i can keep working on it soon!

@jonnyaxolotl nomas pq si(ya ahorita te contesto el rol)

[muspellssynir]

ADWD little snippet made for my kitty because. Well.

She gave me the material how could I not?

NSFW

You took the words not like an invitation but a recommendation. You did need to destress and hot springs sounded absolutely ideal.

He must have been around of course. People die all the time everywhere, and they do seen to enjoy hot water. You think he must know that too. Reapers have baths right?

If he doesn't he should.

That'd be...

The thought of his hair floating in the water, his pale skin almost glistening with droplets, his knees up because he's too tall for the tub, legs spread...

You gotta stop yourself. The heat is starting to rise up and you don't know if you'll be able to put it back down in time. There's only one train left today to take you there and you cannot miss it.

You pick something breezy, cute and beach like as an outfit. It feels almost like you're going on holiday even if it's just one afternoon. It's thrilling.

You're still using caspers software to communicate when he's away: he seems to refuse to just call You on the phone. Still he at least nerded out again and got you a phone app. You message him telling him you'll be going and hope he sees it. Maybe you could send him a Pic or two over there, get his own imagination going.

The thought of his blushy pout when he refuses to acknowledge he's been looking will never not be funny.

But there's nothing hotter than the way he looks at you when he does, confident and full of fire and aching to touch you.

You taunt him and tease him but he doesn't answer. You can't even tell if he's read the messages: he didn't allow that function for you. Silly little reaper keeps thinking you don't know he's always on top of everything you do.

Still an answer would be nice.

You turn up the music and the commute gets so short; the train stops barely a couple of blocks away from the place he mentioned. There are several hotels around there but the inn was more akin to an old Japanese castle: you almost feel like you have to bow when you get in.

However its people are immensely nice and inviting.

You get yourself some nice food and a room with a view to the open meadows behind; it is surprisingly cheaper than you expect. Not cheap per se but they offered so many accommodations for afixed price you didn't wanna leave before exploring every inch of the place.

After lunch and setting up it's finally time. You shoot him a last text before going. _this is all you're missing_ you write while posing very casually in you bathing suit. You cover it with a tiny sundress and get ready to go downstairs.

You're already chuckling at the idea of him losing his mind, convincing himself he does not want to touch and taste every bit of you and failing miserably at it when you open the door to the hot spring you reserved. These are individual separated pools by fences of reeds and stone. They're also meant to be enjoyed without a bathing suit.

But see. You don't expect him to be the one to tell you.

"You're a bit too dressed to be standing there,aren't you sunshine?"

Your heart shoots up to your throat and the entirely of your body to your cheeks. Well, almost.

He knows. Which must mean that under the water that goes up to his chest, slim shoulders and surprisingly toned arms learned on the Stones at the edge of the pool there was also only bare skin.

You swallow hard but there's still not much room for your voice to come out.

"When did you-"

"I invited you here didn't I?" He says ignoring the fact you paid for your own room but that seems to be such an unimportant detail in lieu of watching his silver strands floating like moonlight onto the water.

You try to be enticing, letting your sundress fall around you but your eyes can't stop staring.he smiles, or better yet, smirks, licking the edge of his teeth as if he was about to sink them into you. The blushy shy little boy had left to give room to this suave feral man that looked he could only be satisfied by every bit of you all at once.

You untie your top,let your bottoms falls and you can see him staring, exploring, swallowing hard. He doesn't even notice the groan coming out of him, the way his hand almost tried to reach. He needs to take a minute before finding that confident smugness and gets up to offer a hand to you.

It's. Impressive is saying so little. And that is not little. Your eyes trail down his abs, the v line of his hips, the way the water covers half his thighs and still isn't low enough to show him off.

You swallow hard again for different reasons. Your mouth suddenly water as you look at his crotch and hear him chuckle.

"What happened? Cat got your tongue?" He tries to tease you

"The reaper will get to, actually" you taunt back as you walk to him almost hypnotized, only one idea in your mind.

Is his cock as cold as the rest of his skin?

Will it taste as Pristine as he does?

There's only one way to find out

[there-wolf]

So, if you don’t know, I have a Fic in Ao3 called “Project: Dragons and Dragonfly” and it’s in the process of a rewrite. I just thought this was funny and decided to share it

Link to the series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3548842

[honey-milk-depresso]

Requests are open? Might as well take advantage of that (ㆁωㆁ)

Hello Depresso! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Do you know Madoka Magica? Can I request the dorm leaders with a magical girl s/o?

Since *spoilers*

Every magical girl, in exchange for their wish, has to hunt witches to purify their soul gems and since there aren't any in the world of TWST, they're not using their magic since simply existing will make their soul gem darken. And if they reach their limit, their soul gem will become into grief seeds and they will transform into witches themselves. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

And when the overblotting events occur, their non-magic human transforms into a magical girl to help. Since their bodies are just lumps of meat at this point, they aren't affected by being severely hurt because their lives are tied with their soul gem. What will their reactions be to that and when their s/o turns into a witch?

Omg this is long, ignore this if you don't know Madoka Magica.

Also MM fandom is still alive and kicking! ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨

W-woah 0-0

That's an interesting thought, @namelessanon ! ^^

Well I don't really know how to write a headcanon for this, I can write a short snipet ^^ Can't put something like this go to waste.

@nuitthegoddess has a similar OC as well, shout out to them and you can check it out , but I also like to say that maybe the MC doesn't hold any powers, but they have an object that grants them powers.

Something like a Miraculous Ladybug thing.

Marinette doesn't have powers, but she has Kiki and earrings that grants her powers to become magical girl. But the object would only unleash if they activate it and no one else. So, kinda like a chosen one, eh?

I think no one can really suspect shit from you at first, they only see a typical, normal, non-magic using human. Of course, until some random overblot occurs; it's by instinct you transform without thinking since you're so used to relying on it.

Azul would be the most greediest upon hearing about it before his overblot that's for sure, and he probably would have done some... questionable actions to steal that lucky charm of yours for his own gain.

Crowley would like to know more, and perhaps he would study the object.

I know you said dorm leaders, but, again-

I'm not sure how to write this, but I can't let this go to waste.

So here's what I have to offer. Thank you, and so sorry!! >.<

[cowandcalf]

NaNoWriMo2021 is over! 30 days of writing and I ended up with 65′024 words written. When I’d add the word count of the countless comments I exchanged with my friend on a daily basis about my story, about their story I’d reach easily over 110k written words in November. And this is something I wouldn’t have imagined three years ago. This year’s NaNo taught me flexibility. My friend wrote for a different fandom I wasn’t familiar with. I didn’t know the characters but I learned to switch my focus to their story, comment on it while I followed the story line and then to switch back to my current situation in my story and just immersed back right where I had left. They updated daily on their blog. I commented the heck out of their daily update. I sent a whole chapter, a raw draft once it was done over to them. I never did that, ever, share a raw draft with someone else. But my friend owns my entire trust. They have my six and only with such backup I feel this highly contatious inspiration.

I had some tough moments with how to translate the vibe I felt for a key chapter into words. Brainstorming, great feedback and truly valuable musing about Steve’s wolves and Danny’s Alpha did the trick. And I just kept pushing words out and never stopped. My friend loves H50, Steve and Danny just as much as I do. And I know already now that I want to participate in next year’s NaNo. My werewolf story is far from being finished. I will keep writing at this NaNo speed. My goal is to have it up on AO3 before the next round in coming November.

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A snipet from the last chapter I wrote during NaNo2021: Ke Hiki Mai Ka Pō (When The Night Comes)

Steve was all omega and it touched Danny with a wave of tenderness to see that his mate wasn't embarrassed by showing what they were doing and how it made him feel. Danny let his arms drop and wound them around Steve. He kissed the crown of his hair and was about to get up. Steve wouldn't let him.

"Be careful, Danny. I'm your Alpha and could grab you by the neck anytime." Mamo's smirk shot light sparks into the room. "I'm sure you remember how this feels." The ageless Hawaiian, old as time Danny thought, chuckled good-naturally and just kept standing there eyeing both with such deep love. "No need to feel shy, Danny. Desire and want are a part of our beasts, driven by instinct and my heart beats calmly because you make Steve's omega feel safe." Mamo bowed his head, showing such deep respect it made Danny squirm inside.

"Don't do that, Mamo. It feels . . . strange to get this kind of treatment. You're my Alpha why would you do that?" Danny slipped from Steve's lap and sat next to him, pressed against his body.

"Why do I do that? Haven't you just felt something emerge inside your wolf? Something that hasn't been there a few moments ago?" Mamo came closer, his dark, intelligent eyes resting on their faces like the sea at night.

Steve's head dropped onto Danny's shoulder as sudden heavy tiredness hit him out of the blue. Danny scratched his scalp as he would do with a cat and Steve made tiny, content sounds, slipping into a state of devoted softness, melting into Danny's side.

"And how would you know about that?" Danny asked carefully with his gaze sharpening.

"It's Mamo, Danny. Why do you even ask?" Steve mumbled into his shoulder.

"It's still creepy." Danny stopped talking. He angled his head and leaned back to look up to where Mamo was towering over them unthreatening in the way he smiled at his wolves. "Creepy isn't a nice word for that but it's still unsettling to know you see things that are impossible to see," Danny added almost upset.

"How should I help you safe the world if I wasn't able to do some simple magic, my sweet keiki." Mamo's humor was refreshing even with the world at stake he could joke about it.

Danny huffed annoyed. Mamo was unbelievable. "What did you see?" He knew Mamo talked about the fire but it still made him pull his shoulder up knowing this big guy, can change into shapes he didn't even have a name for. Animals that didn't exist on earth.

"I saw your fire, Danny. And that is so good I can't even tell you how grateful I am you have found it on your own."

"Does it mean something?"

"What do you think?" Mamo retorted.

"We don't have time for twenty questions or some 'let's see what this guy knows', Mamo." Danny sat up and braced his upper body on his elbows on his knees. Steve searched closeness and Danny watched with a fast-beating heart as he laced their fingers together. Danny tried to sense Steve's Alpha and was astonished to find him rolled up into a ball, sleeping peacefully.

"My questions about what you’ve just experienced are part of the path we have to walk if we want to safe the world, Danny." Mamo grabbed Steve's comfy office chair, rolled it in front of the couch, and sat down. He mimicked Danny's posture. He made sure he met Danny's and Steve's eyes before he pressed a warm, soft kiss to their foreheads.

[angela-feelstoomuch]

100 days of writing #30

Goooooood eveeeening people!!! I’m here again. I wanted to finish this chapter and post it today, but life got in the way, so here’s a snipet of my next Caswen AU: 

Not even five minutes later, there was a pretty firefighter running to catch up with them in the back of the ambulance. He was gorgeous, and even in his still fogged mind, Ricky could tell he was burning hot. Maybe that pun wasn’t as funny as it should due to the fire in his apartment, but he giggled inside either way.

“You are the owner of the apartment?” The hot firefighter was talking to him. Ricky nodded, he didn’t trust his voice to talk yet. It made sense that the firefighter wanted to talk to him about what happened, probably to help with the building insurance and all that shit Ricky didn’t know anything about. “Are you stupid?!” Oh, well. Ricky wasn’t expecting that.

“What the fuck, Caswell?” Gina, the paramedic, was not happy with the firefighter. “He’s in shock!” She was talking as if Ricky was not present. That was kind of rude, but he didn’t care at the moment. His hands hurt, and his throat felt like sandpaper. He wanted to cry.