#Should I of posted a snippet here?

[cspcrashing]

☠️: kurosaki. what the hell kinda shirt is this ?

🍓: i only said it would fit you, not that it would be your style. besides, it looks fine on you.

☠️: you— fuckin' whatever doc'.

🍓: you like it, don't you.

☠️: shut it.

[lemony-snickers]

"you are the only one who's ever broken me open."

"do not scream god's name, scream mine."

"please don't make me say it if you aren't going to say it back."

"your heart is beating so fast." "because i'm happy."

"i want to draw a map of your scars so i can always find my way back to your heart."

"i don't believe in such nonsense." "i'm not asking you to. i'm simply asking that you believe in me."

"is that good? that's all i want, to make you feel good."

"it reminded me of you. but then, sometimes i think everything reminds me of you."

"what a fragile thing, that love can so easily turn to violence."

"why are you doing this?" "because i love you."

"it didn’t feel right when I was always thinking of you."

"i would have felt like the luckiest person on the planet."

"are you gonna take that off or should i keep guessing?"

"i wanted this to be special."

"i can't believe... after all this time... i should have known it would be you."

"i want to be wildly, deliriously happy.  wildly, deliriously loved."

"i try always to be too much for you."

"the sooner i leave, the sooner i will return and we can begin again."

"i didn't die." "you were dead to me."

"i don't care if other people see us together, you do."

"and you say i'm the one who should be resting."

"i'm sorry." "for what?" "that you got stuck with me."

"what makes you happy?" "lots of things." "and what makes you unhappy?" "lots of other things and some of the same ones."

"i wish i could give you the world." "the world is not enough. but you are."

"i have never needed anything so much as i need you. and i hate you for it."

[awriternamedart]

"This is a formal event, Sampo."

In an almost lazy way, Sampos head rolled to look at Gepard, that ever prominent smile dancing in the dim light.

"Hello to you to, my good captain~!" He didnt even bother to straighten up, slouched against the table with a drink in hands. "Dont you know how to greet a pal?"

Despite himself, Gepard found himself chuckling, a faint smile on his lips leaving its remnents as it disappeared.

"We are far from friends, Koski."

"Ouch~!"

But they were both smiling, that lingering, damned familiarity between them as they held an unspoken truce for the night. Gepard just sighed, unfolding his arms as he stood next to the conman, fidgeting with the cuff of his jacket.

"And for the record, Cap, I did clean up~ See, aint even got a speck-a dirt on this thing~!" Sampo took him by mild surprise as he stood up, tossing his bangs from his face as he made a show of his attire. "Sampo Koski always brings his a-game, after all!"

That made Gepard huff, humoring the conman for a second by glancing over him, shaking his head lightly.

"I meant your hair."

"Eh? What about it?" His hands flew up immediately, tossing his bangs around again as he ran fingers through the gelled up parts.

"Its the same as usual." Gepard leaned back slightly, folding his arms again. "I thought youd might slick it all back, or.. something."

That gave Sampo pause, before a grin split across his face as he leaned forward.

"Ohhh~? I had no idea our beloved Captain paid so much special attention to me~!" Gepard froze up as Sampo spoke, red darting rather visably across his face.

"Wh- I dont-! Its-" He sputtered to his own defense, straightening his back. "I- Its only natural, Ive been at the head of your arrest-!"

And Sampo just laughed, playfully pushing his bangs back as Gepard looked at him again, peering up at him.

"You must like how I look alot if you wanna see more of this ole mug." He winked, Gepards breath hitching as he quickly looked away.

Sampo burst into a cackle at that, turning back to rest against the table.

"Awe, you can just admit your fond of me, captain~ Sampo Koski doesnt judge~!" He put a hand on his chest for a bit of that iconic flair, though he paused upon hearing Gepard faintly laughing into his hand.

"Your a menace." He sighed, side-glancing Sampo as something unnamed seemed to dance across his face.

"I try my best~" He played along with it though, bumping his elbow against Gepards arm. Something made him pause though, curiously leaning over again to see Gepard picking out a flower. "Whatcha doin?"

"Here." Finally getting one loose, Gepard turned back to Sampo, tenderly pushing most of Sampos bangs back out of his face again. It made him pause, unbidden pink springing back up to his cheeks as Gepard gently slipped the white rose behind his ear, pinning his hair loosely in place. He carefully lifted his chin, checking his handiwork before being satisfied with it, smiling. "There. That should work."

Sampo froze in spot, not even moving as Gepard let go and dusted off his hands. It took him a full second to reboot, startling back upwards in surprise.

"Eh?"

Gepard glanced up again.

"Oh, its to keep your hair out of your face." Gepard mumbled, trying to get the flowers to look nice again without their centerpiece. "Your eyes are quite pretty."

And you could practically hear the crash sound as Sampo totally blanked, barely registering hearing Serval calling for Gepard.

"Enjoy your evening, Koski." He bid farewall, waving his hand slightly before taking his leave.

"Uh- uh huh." And Sampo was left dumbly watching him, pink turning to red as he was unable to see the splotches of red covering Gepards face and neck.

-

An older snippet I wrote back in january !! p sure someone drew smth for it but i cant remember so shrug

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hey remember that caramel-carmel Fake Script i was writing? yeah it's technically not done but i'm tired of tinkering with it so here it is! we'll just say it's a uhhhh uncovered partial script or somethin

this is not in any way official! it's a 100% unaffiliated fanwork & i am Just Fucking Around for Funsies

~

BARNABY: oh, I love carmul!

FRANK: [long, disgusted pause] …what? 

BARNABY: Carmul! You know, those tasty little treats you’re holdin’!

FRANK: You mean caramel?

BARNABY: That’s what I said.

FRANK: [scoffs] No, you didn’t. You said carmul.

BARNABY: We’re sayin’ the same thing here.

FRANK: We absolutely are not!

JULIE: [giggles] You really aren’t.

BARNABY: Carmul, caramel, tomato, tomahto! What does it matter!

FRANK: [flustered, stammering] It - it matters! Julie, you agree with me, don’t you?

JULIE: Well… I don’t know, Frank! I think both are fun!

FRANK: You’re both wrong, then! Wally, you agree with me, don’t you?

WALLY: [hesitant] …I say carmul.

FRANK: No! Not you too! How could you poison him like this, Barnaby?

BARNABY: Don’t look at me! I’m innocent, honest!

FRANK: Ha! So you admit that carmul is the wrong pronunciation!

BARNABY: [groans] ah, geez… throw a dog a bone!

FRANK: I’d be delighted to if you’d just-

[distant yelp as Eddie trips off-screen] 

FRANK: Eddie! Thank goodness, finally someone who can put an end to this debate!

EDDIE: [nervous laugh] Oh no, what did I stumble into this time? 

BARNABY: Hold on a tic, Frank. Hey Ed, take this. What do you call that tasty treat?

EDDIE: [with a tinge of fear] A… caramel?

FRANK: [triumphant] a-HA!

SALLY: [approaching] Did someone mention carmul?

FRANK: AGH!

BARNABY: [delighted] Perfect timing, Sally!

SALLY: What, for a delicious morsel? Hand it over, thank you!

FRANK: You’re all wrong, and I’ll prove it! We’re going to go around the neighborhood and - wait. [under his breath] One two three four - [returns to normal volume] we’re taking this to Poppy’s!

BARNABY: Then Home, then Howdy, yeah yeah - might as well ask the daisies, too.

JULIE: Oooh, and the butterflies! 

SALLY: While we’re at it, we should phone everyone in the book, just to get the widest audience input.

FRANK: [unamused] You all think you’re so funny. 

EDDIE: Well, you gotta admit it’s… it’s… 

[brief, tense pause. Eddie clears his throat]

EDDIE: It’s perfectly sensible!

[Frank makes an affronted noise]

FRANK: Poppy will see sense.

-

POPPY: I’d be delighted to have a cah-mehl, but I’m afraid it-

FRANK: [aghast, truly astonished] You’re joking. You have to be joking. CAH-MEHL? Does no one in this town have sense?! Besides Eddie, of course. And Julie - on a technicality.

EDDIE: [oddly pleased] Why thank you. 

POPPY: My goodness, did- did I say it wrong?

BARNABY: [gleeful] Not in the least, Pops!

SALLY: As far as I’m concerned, you added an extra layer of… pizazz to the word. In fact, I may adjust my own pronunciation accordingly!  

POPPY: [flustered] Oh, well, I didn’t - don’t change on my account -

SALLY: Take the compliment, Poppy. 

POPPY: [meekly] Thank you.

[Sally wanders from the group, practicing the slightly adjusted pronunciation]

WALLY: I’m not sure I understand. What’s wrong with carmul or… care… mul… carmel…

POPPY: Don’t strain yourself dear, you’ll get a migraine.

FRANK: What’s wrong is that it’s ENTIRELY incorrect! It! Is! Pronounced! Caramel!

JULIE: Aww, Frank, I’m sure Home and Howdy will agree with us! Team Caramel, WOOO!

BARNABY: [barely restrained disbelief] Boy, won’t they! 

POPPY: I’m not sure what the fuss is about… there isn’t much of a difference, is there?

[Frank makes a high pitched, frustrated noise and stomps off. He can be heard calling Home’s name in the background]

JULIE: Oop, there he goes!

POPPY:  Oh - oh dear. I didn’t mean to rile him up.

BARNABY: Don’t twist your beak about it - Frank’s just bein’ Frank. Now if you’ll excuse us, I wanna see how it goes with Home.

WALLY: [quietly, thoughtful] But Home doesn’t talk like us…

POPPY: If you’re sure… Do let me know how it goes. 

SALLY: [swaying back to the group] I��ll phone you post-haste! Or even better, I can come by for one of your delicious muffins and regale you with the whole escapade, in detail.

POPPY: [audibly pleased] That sounds - well that sounds like a wonderful idea! I have some fresh from this morning-

BARNABY: Sounds great! See you around, Poppy.

-

FRANK: Home, I have an important question to ask you. Is the correct pronunciation for this candy ‘carmul’, or ‘caramel’? One creak for caramel, two for the incorrect carmul.

BARNABY: Talk about a bias…

[Home stays silent. Sally yawns.]

FRANK: One creak for caramel, two-

[Home slowly shuts their curtains]

FRANK: Hmph! The nerve… well, I suppose a house that can’t speak shouldn’t have a say, anyway.

WALLY: Home can speak. He just does it differently.

BARNABY: And I’m pretty sure they just agreed with me, Walls, an’ Sally.

JULIE: They did not!

BARNABY: Looked like it to me!

SALLY: I have to agree with Julie. Home just declared itself a neutral party, and so the vote can’t be counted either way. On to Howardson!

JULIE: Yes! Howdy! Our last hope!

FRANK: He may have terrible taste in company, but he’s a sensible businessman. Poppy and Home have let me-

JULIE: Us!

FRANK: -us down, but surely Howdy will back us up. 

BARNABY: [faux-serious tone, knows something they don’t] Absolutely. Without a doubt.

-

[store bell chimes]

HOWDY: Howdy-do - [brief pause, a tinge of surprise] everyone! My my, what brings the entire neighborhood to my bountiful bodega? Finally decided to clean me out for good?

BARNABY: [snorts] With how fast you restock? I think I’d break my funnybone!

FRANK: We have important business.

HOWDY: [mildly curious] Do we? That’s news to me! But I’m letting you know now that I don’t deal in bugs, Frankly. It’d be hypocritical. 

FRANK: Believe me, I wish I were here to talk insects. Unfortunately, I need to settle a score. Mr. Dear, if you would?

EDDIE: If I would what?

SALLY: [stage-whisper] Barnabello gave you the, ah, parcel earlier?

EDDIE: The…? Oh! Oh, right - I have it right here, just… give me a second… which pocket…? There we go.

[sound of a small, hard candy placed on the countertop] 

HOWDY: A carmul all for me? You shouldn’t have! No, really, you shouldn’t have. I’m on the clock.

BARNABY: [loud bark of laughter] I knew I could count on you, pal! So what’s the tally, Frankie?

[Frank mutters something inaudible]

BARNABY: What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me bein’ right!

FRANK: [explosive] You’re all wrong! The correct pronunciation is caramel, CARAMEL! You’re all - you’re all just - heathens! Heathens, I say! I’m taking my company elsewhere! 

EDDIE: Mr. Frankly…

JULIE: [overlapping, following] Aw, c’mon Frank! 

[the door jingles. Julie and Frank’s hushed arguing in the doorway underlies the dialogue]

HOWDY: It sounds like I missed quite the context! Mind filling me in?

BARNABY: That was pretty much it; a real potato potahto argument.

HOWDY: If you say so, Barn. Speaking of potahtos-

[the background argument abruptly cuts off, the door jingles again as it's closed]

FRANK: [rapidly rejoining the group] Hold it! You don’t really say potahto, do you?

BARNABY: [under breath] Here we go again…

SALLY: [deeply amused] Where on Earth did you pick up such a butchered pronunciation? I must have missed the sign on my tour down from the heavens.

EDDIE: [baffled, underlying the dialogue] I’ve never heard anyone say it that way.

JULIE: Oh! Is it a joke? Like, Barnaby says potato-potahto, and then you jokingly say potahto to make us laugh? 

HOWDY: It’s not a joke. That’s how it’s said.

FRANK: [genuinely disturbed] No - no one says that. It’s potato.

HOWDY: Well I say potahto, thank you very much! And if you ever want one from my store again, you’d do well to accept that.

[Various grumbles of reluctant acceptance]

HOWDY: Good. Now, can I get any of you a refreshing drink after such a squall? You must be parched! 

WALLY: I wouldn’t mind a glass of mulk.

[Horrified silence. A pin drop would be deafening]

[Sudden uproarious and overlapping argument]

[plusultraetc]

do you see what I mean 😭

[anachronistic-falsehood]

NEED to kick muse out of my brain rn. pd villain fic snippet. go my scarab!!!!!

[dragonaqe]

in honor of three years of valenzo, a different colour of this old gorgeous piece by my fav @imperial-agent 🩷

[magicaldreamfox1]

dreamy snippets

— i know what you desire (you're such a bad, bad liar): chapter 9

don't even mind the change in font from the last snippet my phone updated and it did this to my notes app. let's not talk abt it. anyways new chapter soon i'm currently editinggg 👀

[reddamselette]

the way this valgrace oneshot is long but ik i’m not even close to being done and it’s been two weeks writing it (i was busy actually but valgrace deserves all my attention)

[asthedeathoflight]

I cant use the imagery of shitty harsh fluorescent lighting on the subway in my fanfiction bc Lin literally already does it in the fucking musical which really sucks because if theres one thing I love to do its rail on shitty fluorescent lighting.

[mirrortouchedsea]

dark. that was all he had ever known. cold, dark, damp. the boy shivers in the small room, painfully alone, only a book and his magic to keep him company. he tried not to use his magic very often, though. it seemed that the people above knew when he used it and they always always always refused to give him food until he “woke up” next. maybe this time he’ll learn their lesson. the boy whispers his spell, cur memini, and creates a small light in his fingers. this is the only spell magic he can cast safely, too small to be noticeable by the people above. he holds his hand over the fading book on the floor. the boy can’t read, but this book has pictures. he flips through it again, admiring the figure in armor who always comes to rescue the figure in the tower, cut off from the world, just like him. the boy frequently dreams of a figure in armor coming to save him, despite the years he has spent alone. dark and cold and damp. 

...

the boy closes his eyes, and falls asleep. maybe this time it won’t hurt so much. 

---

how long has he been here? the boy doesn’t keep track of time. he knows he’s died at least a dozen times. but how long does it take for a dozen lifetimes to pass? 

[error-dream-was-found]

Y'know ... it's been a while since I actually posted a snipped ... let's change it ;)

smiling masks and golden crowns ch. 32:

“Dream!”

“Get him! Get him! Get him!”

His friends’ shouts just barely reached his ears, drowned out by the roar of the dragon. They were not going to reach him in time, he just needed one last hit. Just one last- a sharp pain erupted from his leg, catching him by surprise. He was used to being shot. It happened often enough in their chases but he still couldn’t fight the instinct that told him to look down at the arrow poking out of his leg. It hurt like hell, but he could still win. 

He looked up, about to deliver the final blow but instead of black scales he saw two violet eyes. Immediately, Dream averted his eyes but it was too late. The enderman screeched as it charged at him and the blonde instinctively moved to dodge only for his wounded leg to flare up with pain and give out under him. 

The enderman hit him full force and sent him flying. His head spun when it hit the ground but there was no time to rest, the enderman was right back on him. He avoided it just barely and he was certain he would not be so lucky the next time. The hunters were almost there too … Behind the enderman he noticed the dragon preparing to take off. It was now or never. 

[fastcardotmp3]

"You did die,” Robin clutches at Chrissy's arms around her tight, “you died and I watched and then I watched again and I watched again and again and it never stopped, you just kept breaking apart in front of me and I was never supposed to have seen that, we didn't even know each other when we were seventeen—” A sharp stabbing, the drip of blood, the startled inhale through Chrissy's own lungs at the emptiness of her lap and the slashes in her arms as though from talons appearing out of thin air. » Chronance // Rated M // Non-Linear Narrative // 2.1k » podfic & cover art by the illustrious @n0connections » Febuwhump #5: Time Loop & Semi-Conscious » Febuwhump Masterlist

read (and listen) on ao3 // preview under the cut

The world is warm around her and Chrissy Cunningham can't open her eyes. 

“Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?”

“Only every day of my life.” 

She can't drag them open but the soft of fabric against her skin doesn't match the cut of breeze she knows is present here in these woods on this day in March. 

To be where she is and feel what she's feeling doesn't make sense, but then again nothing does on this day. 

She sees a clock embedded in a tree, hears the gong as she walks home from school. She hugs her father when he tells her to be home by eleven and she kisses a pretty girl behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

Her father tells her to be home by eleven and she kisses Jason Carver behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

The rumble of Eddie's van rings in her ears, but she can't open her eyes all the way. A dark vignette creeps into her vision, blocking out the details in the corners and making it difficult to focus and she waits until Eddie's back is turned as he opens his door to make eye contact with blue eyes and freckles perched on Max Mayfield's porch across the way. 

She watches Eddie's hands unlock the door to his trailer. 

She doesn't say goodbye to her mother. She's meant to be home by eleven and she kissed Nancy Wheeler behind the bleachers before the basketball game. 

“How long does it take? The Special K?” 

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks her. She can't open her eyes all of the way. His voice sounds different. “You're not supposed to be here.” 

“Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?” 

“Only every day of my life,” he smiles. The chill of March wind never hits.

[winslowleachthecomposer]

HOME FROM THE CONCERT UH. SOMEONE IS INTERESTED IN THE FAUST CANTATA I POSTED A PICTURE OF EARLIER I probably shouldn't say whom for legal reasons even though technically I didn't sign an NDA or anything but I don't want to kill my chances at this opportunity and I'm not sure if he's on this platform or not so I might delete this post later but I need somewhere to gush I can't contain myself. ANYWAY

Bad news is I may or may not have given the entire stack of originals to his talent agent. The only part of the score I have a carbon copy of is the overture. I'm going to have to rewrite the rest from scratch. This is fine *:)

[plusultraetc]

oh how the poor sleeping habits tables have turned

[drowsystarlight]

Sam freezes in his spot when he feels the gentle, cautious hand settle on his chest. Five’s palm is just over his shirt and he could feel the warmth emanating from their hand, a crescendo of his own heart thumping in his ears. The runner looked as if they had a lot in their mind, even glancing up at Sam and giving him a window into the darkest depths of their entire being, silently daring him to keep going on this route just so they could keep him around.

“…Five?” He mutters slowly, his cheeks turning into a shade of red from the sudden contact. It was indirect, sure, but Five never reached out to touch him before. Hell, they haven’t willingly reached out for anybody. He can’t help but feel curious and troubled about the look on their face, about how it seemed as if they badly wanted to speak…

Every beat of the flesh under their palm turns into a pattern of music into Five’s mind. It feels like a song, except it’s the only type that would soothe their nightmares.

One day i’ll finish the drawings for Heartbeat and upload the finished chapters on ao3 but today we get this old drawing I never posted with the accompanying text i made for it (also never posted)