#snippits

[uhh-meg]

so I started my precanon fic

[sleepymothafterdark]

A snip from the upcoming post‼️

If the evil man I work with would leave I can work more on it. If I finish it at work I’ll post it before bed tonight when I have my computer 😝

[space-girliee]

Little snippet

Tw: references to ED

“Cissa you need to eat” Lucius sighed settling the plate down on the nightstand next to his bed,

Narcissa crossed her arms “I’ve already-“

Lucius cut her off “No you haven’t, you didn’t eat breakfast, you didn’t eat lunch, you didn’t have any snacks, Dove, you haven’t eaten anything all day, that’s not good for you.”

Narcissa looked down, fiddling with her fingers, she felt the bed dip beside her “Talk to me, please”

Lucius had suspected she didn’t like eating for a bit now but he didn’t want to bring it up and be wrong and then offended her, but it worried him now, he rarely saw her eat and when she did she was always writing numbers in one of her many notebooks right after.

Narcissa didn’t look up to meet him “I don’t like the way it makes me feel”

“Oh, love….” He brushed her hair back from her face.

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[heavenly-radio-host]

A little snippit from a future chapter

“I think that seems fair enough.” Alastor nodded, looking down at the sinner's outstretched hand. A handshake seemed a little formal, but he reached out and shook his hand to seal the deal anyway.

Immediately, he felt something lock their hands together. An explosion of light surrounded them, brilliant gold, green and red raditated from his own hand. The sinners form shifted, their grin stretching wide and sharp, eyes glowing brightly. Magical symbols surrounded them, both Voodoo and something else. Archaic magic and something far more modern swirling together and engulfing the two of them. The world fell away outside of the bubble of power. Their deal solidified and bound them to it's constraints.

Alastor felt something unlock inside of him. Pulling away his hand the moment he was able to.

All at once everything stopped.

This isn't even from the next chapter to be posted. Its probably going to be awhile before you learn the context for this one

[cultofangel]

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[fizzigigsimmer]

It's Wednesday and today I met my goal and crossed the 30K mark in Harringrove slooooow burn. So have several, several, sentences.

*~*~*~

“Steven! Come get this damn dog!” a man’s voice calls in the background on Steve’s end, sounding sharp and annoyed. And Steve mutters an ‘oops’ under his breath. “I gotta go. Talk to your mom about camp, okay? Billy please.” He pleads in a rush, and Billy just can’t say no when he’s begging like that. 

The phone goes back on its cradle, and Billy’s shoulders sag. Riv watches him slump into the empty spot beside her on the couch, eyes on his worn sneakers as he swings his legs and scowls, deep in thought.  

“What’s the matter squirt, you get a draft notice?” she asks, ruffling his hair again, laughing when he bats her hand away with a glare. 

“No. Steve’s going to ballet camp.” he pouts. Tugs angrily at the hem of his denim shorts. “In San Francisco. For five weeks. That’s practically the whole summer.” Billy doesn’t mention that Steve suggested that Billy go too. Doesn’t think there’s any point because he knows he can’t go. Knows he can’t go, and that even worse, Steve will probably go without him and Billy won’t even be able to call him while he’s away. 

“San Franciso huh? He suggest you go too?” Riv guesses and Billy nods, muttering.  

“It’s impossible though.” 

“Nothing is impossible,” she tells him, gesturing with her stub of a Lucky Strike. “Unless you’re too chicken-shit,” she challenges with a grin, bringing it to her lips. Billy glares at her. Grumbles petulantly that he’s not chicken-shit but she laughs at him in response. 

“What do you call deciding to mope at home when you could drive a few hours to see your little friend and do your little dance?” She teases, wiggling her stiff hips. Then gestures toward the tiki bar - “Hand me that deck over there will you Chicken-Butt?”  

“You’re a chicken-butt.” Billy grumbles but he fetches her favorite deck of cards from next to the ashtray shaped like a pair of big red lips anyway. Because he's nice, even when she's being like, so annoying. He swears sometimes it's like she's the kid and he's the adult. Her partner Sally agrees with him.

~Tomorrow ~ AKA the Harringrove Ballet Au

If you have an WIP's you'd like to share please do and tag me pleeeeease.

[cesienthusiast]

Posting Snippets for Some of my Big Current WIPs because I love feeding Y'all

If you don't know me very well, I tend to write a lot of smut. So all of these will become smut I'm afraid. XD

Snippets below the cut!!

Snowflakes (Rumi x Fanboy M!Reader)

You're really quite surprised how easy it was to sneak back here, I mean you would have done this eons ago if you had known it was actually this simple. There weren't any bodyguards on patrol, and the ones that were backstage weren't the brightest… that or they were just really laidback. Either way, they were not good bodyguards. Woof, with staff this bad you wonder why Huntrix hasn't ditched them all in favor of some quality protection. But you don't get too wrapped up in that, this is a good thing for you after all, you finally get to see your idol in person!!

After Class Student-Teacher Hours (Miss Circle x University Student M!Reader)

It was a fairly good day for Fundamental Paper University; you hadn't heard word of any recent deaths near or in the campus, much to your surprise. Of course, any normal university should strive to not have any deaths occurring frequently, but you wouldn't exactly label this university as normal given what you've seen so far. It's only been recent since your arrival here, and you've already heard so much talk of death that you've grown rather numb to it. It makes you feel weird obviously, but what are you supposed to do about it? You haven't exactly come across any bodies yet, nor have you seen anything regarding the topic on the local news. Not to mention that you've only heard the blaring sirens of ambulances and police cars nearby maybe once or twice. Sure, the worried expressions on some students you happen to pass by every now and again as they are discussing these topics may be a little alarming, but you reckon that it's just word of mouth getting too far into people's heads.

Drain (Ahiru x Revolutionary M!Reader)

Ahiru is a tank, not someone you want to take lightly, especially in bed. She can go multiple rounds without even breaking a sweat. Her maximum record is 12 rounds with quite a few of her junior revolutionaries. And not even that was fully able to exhaust her, she even regarded it afterwards as a "fun exercise".

Cherries & Wine (Nico Robin x Thief M!Reader)

It's just another day. Lonely, and full of wandering. You've grown accustomed to this routine through the many months that have passed since losing everything. All of this day so far has been spent in the ol' thinking dome as you wonder and wonder how you can shift your luck today. You want something special to happen, since you haven't had a proper success in your thievery endeavors for a while now.

The Dragon Family Breeder (The Hanamura Family (except the son) x Scummy M!Reader)

Down the street, you're walking, walking, and walking. You reach your hands up to adjust your limited edition "FAM Slayerr" Red & White Trucker cap, spruce up your green & black line-patterned flannel, dust off your logoless black t-shirt, as well as your light blue ripped jeans, all while pondering what your next move from here should be. Things haven't been going as well as you'd appreciate recently, well that's putting it lightly…

And that's all you get! Hope you enjoyed reading through these~!

I hope you'll enjoy the finished products even more so...

[mapleleaftag]

whitepine 7 spoilers for a very small nothingburger idea i had. its a writing snippet.

"Something else is reflected in the harsh sun- shiny, like the whites of the eyes staring at her, shiny like the sharp kitchenware she probably has to clean when she gets home. Right, home. The word is warm, it has a positive connotation to it, it can allow Ivory's mind to drift off and focus on something else, other than..." if this interests you,,,,read on if you would like ^^

thanks for reading on!! here's the idea. borm actually murders ivory that's it that's the idea. i have thoughts about this but i'm gonna let them stir some more

The sun is bright and harsh on her, nearly blinding her, the one thing possibly blocking out that light growing ever brighter being the figure utop her. His face is shadowed, sure, and maybe that's a good thing, because she can't bear to look at him and focus on the details of his expression. The most she can make out, facing it head-on as shaky arms try to shield her face, is a gnarled grimace, entirely focused on-

Ivory realizes about halfway through the introduction of that newfound sensation of pain that Borm had stopped aiming for her face. Relieving, on a surface level, but her head already feels light and faintly there's something liquid running down the side of her face. It hurts, dimly, like a bad migraine that won't seem to end, but whatever he's doing is worse. Her arms end up collapsing before she can actually will them to falter and rest and *maybe,* if she's lucky, protect what's happening to her stomach.

Something else is reflected in the harsh sun- shiny, like the whites of the eyes staring at her, shiny like the sharp kitchenware she probably has to clean when she gets home. Right, *home.* The word is warm, it has a positive connotation to it, it can allow Ivory's mind to drift off and focus on something else, other than pain she can't fight back from. She would, maybe, but her head is light. Her body feels light, the light overhead is brighter, brighter than ever, and...

Borm finally stands up and wipes the blood off of his knife between his fingers. If Ivory could, she'd note his expression, and she can see it painfully clearly, but it's much too hard to focus on just about anything right now. Her jaw moves, as if to say something, yet Borm interjects with something louder- bad enough that there's a ringing in her ears, worse so now that it's accompanied by...

Maybe this is what was done to Mysticat. What *she* had done to Mysticat, blocked out of her subconscious, painfully reminded to her. She wants to debate if it's right to thank the detective, but it hurts too much to even...

The ringing dulls, and she...

The light shines, and she...

Her hand twitches faintly, and she...

*Ivory,* she yells at herself, *Ivory, get up. Ivory, please get up. Ivory. Ivory, come on,* and maybe, she's finally processing the detective's words.

Does he regret? Her head hurts too much to question it.

The ringing dulls, the light shines, her hand twitches faintly, or at least she wanted it to.

Maybe, it's best for her to lie down for a while.

thank you for reading ^^ have a sufficiently evil day