#Bonus snippets:

[toyouhellohowareyou]

Hey, just wanted to say I read the snippets of your completionist fic and it's a hilarious concept I absolutely love it so if you have any more I'd love to read them if not that's perfectly fine I understand

So the impression I've gotten from the response to these snippets is that I need to put this back on the active WIP list in the new year 😅

Thanks for your interest ❤️

Ask and you shall receive

Legend wonders, as he and Fable step out of the portal and take in the scene, if they’re all a bit dramatic. If this repeating cycle of destiny and conflict tied to his soul, and the royal bloodline, and the being that is Ganon shapes them on a deeper level than he realised.

It’s a horrifying insight into himself that he truly didn’t need.

Because here and now a princess stands trapped in a pink crystal. (An old classic for imprisoning princesses, sages, and oracles.)

Here and now a Hero in green steps through the door.

Here and now Ganondorf, the man who will become Ganon, scourge of his era, blight upon his land, is PLAYING A FUCKING PIPE ORGAN to set the ambiance.

It makes Legend reflect on if he would ever be that extra and the horrific realisation is ‘…yeah, maybe?’

He’s named himself ‘Legend’ after all.

[jakeperalta]

I am deeply obsessed with the manuscript as the closing track of the anthology. returning to that first big life altering heartbreak, the one that inspired some of the most acclaimed and beloved work of her career, but it's a distant past now and it's almost as though it happened to someone else. and then, in the wake of all the intense loss and turbulence that the past two hours have documented, she knows what the agony was for. because just like all that now remains of that past relationship is the art that came out of it — including all too well, a song that was changed for her over the years into something beautiful and joyful — one day all that will remain of this period will be this manuscript, this album and all its feelings that eventually won't even be hers anymore but will belong to her past self and to its future listeners.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

Silvio really became the "do you need a dog? I can bark" meme ... we've come full circle now 🤭

[henrykudhirai]

tenth doctor pt 2 [pt 1 here]

taylor swift ft the civil wars (safe & sound), husborth, queen ('39), melissa border (problem area), langston hughes (I loved my friend), daphne du maurier (rebecca), michael kinnucan (the gods show up), dylan thomas (do not go gentle into that good night)

[thepenultimateword]

Second Secret Santa

There were some extenuating circumstances with one of the secret Santas, so I got this lovely bonus prompt. This is for @lili-loves-whump. I'm so so sorry, it's late. I've been traveling so I've just been writing when I can. I hope you like it!

"Hero x Villain comfort after villain has been hurt or panicked or smth."

Villain could barely breathe. Every time they inhaled, they choked, phantom fingers digging hard into their larynx. No matter how much they rubbed away Supervillain's touch, the murderous pressure lingered.

"Hiding in our hole today, are we?"

Villain gave a little leap, whipping around so fast they knocked their shoulder against the wall. They gasped, clutching it as they squinted at the familiar face in the doorway.

Hero.

How did they manage to make ever word out of their mouth condescending? Did they practice? Drawl sarcasms into the mirror until they hurt their own feelings?

Villain curled tighter against the wall. "Just get out."

"What's up with your voice?"

Great. They'd hoped the squeak wasn’t too noticeable, but apparently there was no hiding it.

"Just a little under the weather," Villain muttered. "So you can go. There's nothing going on today. No plans, no fight. You wasted the trip."

Hero crossed the room in three strides, the back of their large hand smoothly transferring from their side to Villain's forehead.

Villain fell back on their hands. "W-what are you doing?"

"No fever," Hero said. But you are a little flush--" They froze, hard eyes sliding from Villain's face to their throat. "What. Is. That?"

Villain quickly crossed their arms over the bare skin, but Hero snatched their hands away, wrapping a supernaturally strong arm around them to pin both limbs at their sides. Ironically, even while gruff they were more careful than Supervillain. Their hold was firm, but it didn't hurt.

Hero's free hand ghosted the bruises marring Villain's throat. Villain flinched violently, and Hero's hand moved back a couple inches.

"Finger marks," Hero said matter-of-factly. Villain hadn't had a chance to look at the bruises yet--they'd only had time to run and hide--but it must have been obvious. "Who did this?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I'm asking," Hero said, furrowing their brow.

"Ah, and you're a hero? Again, why does it matter? Why do you care?" Their voice rose a little with each word and their throat ached even more.

Hero clenched their jaw. Slowly their arm slid off Villain's waist, and they stepped back. Strangely enough the strength wrapped around them had been almost...in some strange way...comforting. At least, it had lowered their heartbeat a little. They were a little reluctant for the pressure to let up so soon.

"Believe it or not," Hero said. "I'd rather have you behind bars than find you dead in an alley."

"Believe it or not," Villain echoed. "I couldn't care less for your preferences. And I can take care of myself."

"You have handprints on your neck. Obviously you can't."

"It was a disagreement. That's all."

Hero narrowed their eyes. "Anithero...Other Hero...Thief...Supervillain?"

Villain flinched.

"Ah ha!" Hero whipped toward the door, pushing their fluttering cape back over their shoulder.

"No!" Villain's voice grated painfully.

Hero swept out the door, climbing out the window and onto the fire escape.

"Hero, no!" Villain caught the end of Hero's cape just before they leaped over the edge.

Hero turned on them, that stupid arrogant face staring down at them with that usual condescending look. Like they couldn't believe Villain was even wasting their time with an argument.

"Don't. If Supervillain thought I told you... If they thought I was consorting with heroes at all..."

Villain couldn't breathe. They gasped in a couple useless breaths, but their lungs still burned and their vision swayer.

Hero clapped a hand on Villain's shoulders, bending close so their concrete gaze loomed right overhead, cementing them to the spot.

"I don't plan on leaving them alive."

The air rushed in all at once.

Hero unfolded Villain's fingers from their cape and stepped up onto the fire escape railing.

"Why?" Villain said, blinking after them. "We're enemies. Not even the flirty kind. Just plain old beat each other up and hate each other enemies."

"Maybe you just haven't caught on," Hero said.

Villain flushed, and Hero grinned smugly. Though after a moment their expression dropped into something more serious. "I don't know. Even if we're not on good terms...feels wrong to let it happen." They looked away quickly. Almost as if, for once, they were afraid of what Villain might read in their eyes. "I'll be back once its over."

With that Hero took off into the air, disappearing into the glare of the sun.

True to their word, they returned two hours later, splattered in blood and swinging a plastic grocery sack full of vanilla ice cream, cold packs, and ginger tea in their fist.

Their relationship was quite a bit different after that.

[dottowos]

Ahem. Letting this thingy i wrote all the way back in *checks docs* Novemeber 2023 see the light of day, might as well share the thoughts. Been craving him for unhealthy amounts of time atp 😭

[taylorswiftfostersitagain]

i need an entire naturals book from sloane’s perspective tbh

[white-weasel]

Missed opportunity for the people at Twisted Pictures to release Bobby Dagen’s promotional DVD as bonus content similar to Full Disclosure Report or the Scott Tibbs Documentary

[burning-academia-if]

[11-17-20XX]

The last thing Lars realized, during the summer before his sophomore year, was that his uncle was serious. Clearly, Uncle Harvey had no idea how the hell to be a parent. He forgot about dinner and coming home at night, or he'd show up at school, still half asleep, after the few fights Lars had gotten in to, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn't be damned despite the other fuming parent.

Yet, he could read Lars like a book. Everything he refused to say, Harvey just knew. After his first official high school fight, he'd handed Lars an axe and told him to go chop some wood to get the energy out. Lars had looked at him like he'd lost his mind yet ended up going at it until his fingers were raw. When Lars had felt the hint of a cold, the cabinets were suddenly stocked with medicine. When the unquiet of the dead reached for him, his uncle would drag him away, telling him looking only gave them power.

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

Under Gu Yiran’s hands, the chicken van bumps along the uneven road like a living thing, and he tightens his grip against it. Beside him in the passenger seat, Zheng Bei stares out the side window in silence. Gu Yiran had made Zhao Xiaoguang show him the map, during one of the endless waiting afternoons in the hospital when Zheng Bei wasn’t there. He’d reached out to trace the circled spots, all three, the sleeve of his hospital shirt catching against the edge of the paper as Zhao Xiaoguang said, Ge wanted us to check all of them, even though he was pretty sure you could only be here, pointing. A cluster of rectangles marking the abandoned crematory buildings north of Halan. Zhao Xiaoguang had left a fingerprint smear of grease along the entry road, right where it ran along the train tracks.

another snippet from the start of ch5! it feels so weird to be back to down drafting now that ch1-4 have shifted the story so far from the original final chapter outline that literally none of the draft material is appropriate anymore lol but it's really enjoyable to just sit and type the most medium sentences in the world without having to do any higher-level thinking about pacing or subtext or anything :) brain off drafting my beloved :)

[ineadhyn]

Bg3 has been out for over a year and since there are a lot of new mice adoring The Devil You Know, I'd like to invite you to our cozy

Raphael Discord server

A server for Raphael and Haarlep simping with a section for archdevil adoration, nsfw stuff and rp-channels. We also do vc hangouts and game nights.

The server is run by me, @dmagedgoods and @chaosteddybear. We are a chill and judgement free place, oc-friendly and keep fandom drama and especially twitter drama out.

See u there!

(Edit: added the link)

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

TTD - Bonus scene

(It's a small thing, but I thought you'd like some fluff in these trying times.)

*

“Witness, if you will, a creature destroyed the agonies of illness. Alas, once a powerful monster threatening all humanity, now they stand here helpless, struck by the hand of fate, slowly dying of congestion, with no flowers at their feet but a bunch of used handkerchiefs.”

Hero, who walked through the living room, carrying a warm bowl, gave their expert roommate opinion:

“Bullshit. You have a cold. Your nose is barely red.”

Villain didn’t even give them a look. Clenching their dark robe, their hand pressed on their heart, they kept on:

“Truly a miserable fate for someone who was destined to rule the world. Darkness is closing in-”

“That’s literally your power. You control your shadow...oh, why am I debating with you.”

It had been two days that Villain had that fateful cold, but if you’d asked Hero, it seemed like an eternity and a half. Not only Villain had to nest into the living room’s couch because their own room was full of scraps of metal and wood for their current invention – whatever that was – but they were bored.

That meant incessant monologues. Long, convoluted monologues. Never ending monologues on their couch that was losing its shape slowly but surely.

When Hero was going back home, after a long day of helping citizens and affronting their boss, they had to hear about the agonies of having a common cold and oh, how the mighty had fallen. Hero had never felt specially mighty themself, but sometimes they wondered if murder in these circumstances was not regarded as legitimate defense.

Was a voice extinction too much to ask?

They bit their lip and held out the bowl to their roommate. Two skinny hands held it and a yelp was heard:

“It’s hot!”

Hero collapsed on a chair, unfolding a blanket nearby:

“As hot as the fiery flames of hell. Or something.”

An audible growl emerged from the black mist that clouded their roommate, but in Hero’s book, that was a win.

They fell asleep, the blanket on their lap. No monologue woke them.

*

Check the These Two Dorks Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with this Hero and Villain. This is how they met and now they’re roommates.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

[night-market-if]

Night Market After Dark

Announcing the Night Market After Dark. I will be following an NSFW ABC prompt and posting a short snippet of each RO on the Velvet Guard tier of my patreon.

This month the prompt is? After Sex

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happy slut sunday

[yesornopolls]

Have you seen the movie Caligula?

[michelle-manips]

Bonnie was in search of a certain big bad hybrid. He had big plans for Elena that the Salvatore brothers didn't agree with. Big shocker there, Bonnie thought to herself as she arrived at the Mikaelson mansion. It's not like she wanted to be at the Mikaelson's right now, but she didn't have a choice, or rather she wasn't given a choice.

The Salvatores volunteered her for the job because she was Elena's best friend and therefore it was her duty to protect Elena. That was how Damon had put it anyway. As if she didn't have enough on her plate already. But she couldn't say no, not when it came to Elena. 

What job you may ask? Well, it was simple, she had to convince Klaus to see things their way and agree to the Salvatore brothers' terms. In other words, she was screwed because there was no way in hell Klaus would agree.

She pulled up to the imposing gate, rolling her eyes at the absurdity of it all. It was a long shot, but Bonnie had no choice but to try. She pressed the button and waited for the gate to open, driving up to the mansion and parking her Prius amongst the luxurious cars already there.

With a heavy sigh, she made her way to the front door and knocked, her frustration growing with each passing second. Why did she always get dragged into the Salvatores' drama? They owed her big time for all the times she saved their sorry asses. Putting on her game face, Bonnie let herself in, realizing that no one was there to greet her.

The mansion felt eerily quiet and empty, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing through the grand foyer. The last time she remembered being in the mansion was when she unlinked the Mikaelson siblings.

She tensed, her senses on high alert as she cautiously made her way through the halls. Despite the fact that they were all powerful vampires, Bonnie felt it was best to announce her presence. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing through the empty mansion.