#Sunday Six

[serstolas]

Monday (cause Sunday went poof) Six. Since @woundedsoul12 asked

Lucanis leaned back against the wall while Rook discussed the current state of the Wetlands with the Wardens. His eyes fixed on the exits, he noticed a tall man bearing a strong resemblance to Rook enter the room and stride directly towards him. Was this the brother she'd mentioned?

"So you're Lucanis Dellamorte?" the Warden asked, his blue eyes assessing. "Carver Hawke," he offered one gauntletted hand. "Her brother."

@redheadsramblings Monday Six if you are inclined, but do not feel you have to!

[jedimordsith]

“Are you alright?”

Mara’s head swam and she gripped the edge of the chair she’d just been sitting in, hard enough that her knuckles turned white. Nausea curled through her — again — and she swallowed it down, refusing to vomit. Irritation stabbed at her; how could she want to throw up? She barely had anything in her stomach as it was.

“Mara.”

Talon’s voice penetrated the fog, finally, and Mara straightened, blinking her murky vision clear. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t,” he countered firmly. “Go check in with Annowirski. That’s an order.”

Mara huffed, but she could feel his genuine alarm. “The reports will be late,” she protested anyway, on principle.

“They’ll wait. As will I — for ten minutes. If you haven’t made it to the med bay by then I will lock everything down and make a scene.”

Mara made a face. “Dramatic,” she grumbled, walking unsteadily toward the door.

“Ten minutes,” Karrde reiterated as she fumbled a hand against the door controls.

His concern wafted after her, clearer and sharper than it should have been. That was becoming a pattern, she reflected, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other as she moved down the ship’s familiar corridors. Her grasp on the Force had been stronger since Illareen, and had sharpened even more noticeably in the last month.

She’d have to ask Luke about it soon if it didn’t abate.

The thought of how long it might be before their schedules aligned again made her chest ache, but she forced the unwelcome math aside. Squaring her shoulders, she braced herself for the worst and headed into the med bay.

[batshieroglyphics]

Sunday Six ~ Whether It Be Dream or Truth ~ Persona 5 ~ New Game+ ~ eventual Joker/Akechi, others

Been occasionally mentioning the Persona 5 Royal fic that my muse has all of his focus on over at Bluesky and realised, lol, have not shared it anywhere but Patreon, and I don't think I've mentioned it at all over here?

(This fic is the reason the holiday ficlets did not post last month, like I normally do them. They'll post for my birthday on the 12th. You're welcome, or something.)

In honour of this monstrosity hitting 100k—and Bats finally having their shit together enough to share a teaser—have a Sunday Six selection, times three. (I think it's actually 19 sentences? But who cares.) Of the rest of the Thieves roasting Ren for his crush during a team meeting.

"Well," Yusuke commented from where he was sketching on a napkin, "if Makoto fails, Ren will simply have to ask him on a date again." "What," Ren asked, while the others all started laughing. Yusuke blinked and looked over at Ren, seemingly confused. "Is that not how it went last time?" "No." "Pretty sure Crow actually approached Ren," Ryuji replied, still snickering, and then he leant over and slung an arm around Ren's shoulders. "Mona, tell us the story." "Do. Not," Ren ordered his best friend, while attempting to very gently elbow Ryuji in the side, only to be blocked. “There was mooning,” Morgana informed them all. “There was not,” Ann corrected with a giggle. “The mooning came later.” “I did not moon over him!” “Dude,” Ryuji said, “the number of times you waved him ahead when we were going up stairs tells a different story.” Ren moaned and covered his face with his hands, because he did not, actually, have a good defence for that. “In Ren’s defence,” Ann said, “it is a very nice ass.” “Very well proportioned,” Yusuke said, nodding. Ren was fairly certain he’d moved on from sketching some sort of interlocking square pattern to sketching Akechi’s butt from memory. “It’s his personality that’s the problem,” Makoto muttered, and then shot Ren a judgemental look. “How,” Shiho said, “did you manage to get anything done?”

Look, I can hear y'all now, bemoaning my falling into another fandom, but you have to understand, there is a certain degree of comfort in a fandom where a bunch of kids get sick of adults being assholes and decide the way to deal with it is to steal their rotten desires. And one of those adults (SPOILERS) is the up and coming leader of the country, who wants all but his chosen handful of people to drown. (Can't imagine why that would feel relevant, right now.)

Anyway.

I'm having a lot of fun with this, been doing probably about half my writing on the bus, I'm both that invested and that busy, and the other half during the 2hrs a night I get at home and on weekends.

[woodentrain]

Sunday Six

Hmm I'm in two minds about sharing anything because this is the first time I've written anything in... a year and a half? And I feel like the momentum is going to desert me any day now. Gotta keep praying to the writing gods that I can keep going!

[angelasscribbles]

Sunday Six 10.27.2024

It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these. I do have a lot of things in progress, but I don’t like to post teasers if they’re not going to be out soon. This will be out by the end of next week, so I thought I’d give you all a little peek! 😊

Untitled. Submission for @choicesprompts #flufftober event. Ask from @kyra75

“Was it you?”

“Was what me?”

“The flowers. Were they from you?” Her gaze bore into him with laser intensity.

His forehead creased as he tried to make sense of the conversation. “Flowers?”

Her eyes scanned his face, and then she shook her head. “Of course not.”

His brain finally caught up. “Someone sent you flowers?”

[something-tofightfor]

Sunday Six: Frankie Morales Edition

In honor of Pedrotober 2024 Frankie day, here's 6 paragraphs from the next chapter - part 13 - of Liminality. (There are spoilers so if you haven't read or aren't caught up ... you've been warned)

“Nah.” He sipped his drink again, shaking his head. “Storm’s tracking north. You might get a little flooding and some wind down there, but you’ll be alright.” He met your eyes again and winked, one side of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “You can trust me, I’m a pilot. I know weather.” 

You laughed at that, lowering your head. For a few seconds, it was like things were normal between you, and that night at the bar was just a night out with Frankie. Maybe it will be soon. Maybe we can have … When you looked up, your laughter stopped as you saw who was standing in the crowd beside the bar. Oh, shit. 

You leaned forward, reaching over the table to take his hands. “Frankie.” He stiffened, shoulders going rigid. “You have to stay calm, alright? Molly and Tom are here, and -”

“That fuck can’t just -”

“He can.” You squeezed his hands, wetting your lips and trying to stay calm yourself. “We know nothing, Frankie. We have to make him believe it.” It was a pep talk for him as much as it was one for you - and you were uncertain that you could make your own words reality. “There are too many people here. Too many innocent people, and …” You trailed off when he lifted your joined hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles before he let go and reached for his drink again, downing the remainder in one long swig. 

“I’m good.” He nodded, shoulders relaxing. “I’m fucking peachy.”

--

if anyone else wants to share theirs, feel free to tag me!

[arcanemoody]

Sunday Six

"It's funny," Ed slurs, almost breezily. "I haven't had a chemical hallucination in a while. Of course, that last time was recreational."

"When have you ever hallucinated recreationally?!"

His companion is oddly quiet, eyes still, expression pensive when Oswald repeats the question.

"Do you really want the answer?"

[tessa-liam]

🌟 If You Love Her, chapter 13

Marabelle Series

As Drake climbed into his truck and drove on, his thoughts wandered. He found himself wondering how Liam was handling the recent events in his world. He knew that his friend had a lot on his plate, and he hoped that he was taking the time to process everything. Yesterday, he knew Liam felt comfortable with his lifestyle. But today? He was Cordonia's crown prince. Tomorrow, he will be the King. Masterlist

🌟 All is Fair in Love and War, Round 2

Maxwell was lost in his own thoughts when his phone vibrated, signifying a new message. Maxwell picked up his phone and read the text from Daniella. She was inviting him to attend the opening of her new dance studio. Maxwell smiled as he remembered the time he spent dancing with Daniella at the palace. He replied to the text immediately, accepting the invitation.

After replying to the text, Maxwell put his phone away and laid back on the lounge chair. He closed his eyes and let the warm sun soak into his skin. His mind wandered back to his days of dancing with Daniella, and he couldn't help but smile. He had really enjoyed spending time with her, and he hoped that maybe there could be something more between them. Round 1

🌟 A Romance in Greece, chapter 14

Turning the Page Series

The setting was stunning, with the Aegean Sea providing a breathtaking backdrop. The guests were greeted with glasses of champagne, and Riley and Liam mingled with their friends and family.

As the sun started to set, Riley noticed that Daniel and Matteo had not arrived yet. She began to wonder if there had been any delays, but as she was about to text them, the guests heard the sound of a motorboat approaching the shore.

Riley gasped as she saw the two grooms arrive on the boat, looking dashing in their tuxedos. The guests cheered as the two men disembarked and made their way towards the ceremony venue.

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[jedimordsith]

Luke eyed his sister suspiciously. “What are you not telling me?”

“Nothing,” she said breezily, sweeping past him, her sense glinting in a way that definitely told him she was lying.

“Nothing,” he repeated, folding his arms across his chest and fixing her with a dubious stare. “You’re just requiring me to attend the Festival of Lights event tomorrow night in a brand new suit, armed with my lightsaber and a blaster — which you had to get special permits for from CorSec — but there’s nothing going on. At all.”

“It’s the Festival of Lights,” she insisted. “You’re a public figure, and everyone will be there — the Rogues, Kam and Tionne. You shouldn’t be hiding at home, moping about.”

“I’m not moping,” he objected. “I’m preparing. You know Mara’s coming in. Too late to make the event, but soon. I’m trying to get things ready.”

Ready to charm her, to convince her that she could make her home base with him and still get her job done. Ready to make another concerted effort at conception. He knew these things could take time, but he’d watched her the last two visits. He’d seen the melancholy she stuffed beneath determination and focus as her departure slot approached. He’d seen the regret in her eyes when he told her he needed her and he’d miss her. She just needed an excuse to stay, he was sure of it.

“Luke.” Leia’s voice had gone firm, but the usual princessly tone that came with that was absent.

He blinked as she stepped forward and put a hand on his chest.

“Trust me,” she said, softly. “This is more important than preparing your apartment.”

“What is?” He pressed, picking up on her certainty, but nothing else.

“Nothing.” She grinned. “Just be there, Little Brother.”

[passthroughtime]

kuwagami sunday

tags: @jichanxo @overdevelopedglasses @four-white-trees ... @verbei 🤭 (notice meeee)

it was a very difficult week where i was very very busy with... stuff (one of my live-service games dropped a massive update this wednesday), so i wasn't able to write much. oopsie. posting something this sunday in hopes that that was nothing but a small blunder... i don't have much left to write to complete the first draft of chap6 after all

Kuwana looked at the said dish, curious, “Breakfast, huh.”

“Before you complain,” Yagami bristled, “you should know that I could’ve done nothing at all. Or ate this all by myself already.”

Kuwana turned his attention back to Yagami, his brow raised skeptically. “I wasn’t about to say anything.”

“Sure you weren’t,” Yagami rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms. As if Kuwana would pass up the opportunity to be an ass to him in a situation where he should be grateful instead. Yagami certainly knew better than to hope for the latter.

His retort only made Kuwana sigh, resigned, tired and just a little tiny bit annoyed, “There’s not a single dull second around you, is there?”

Yagami felt his cheeks flush red against his will. He was well aware that this wasn’t a compliment at all but a complete contrary, and yet… “Bite me,” he grumbled, turning away from Kuwana, and proceeded to put the dishes on the table.

All that followed him was a quiet chuckle, “Yesterday wasn’t enough for you?”

[woodentrain]

Sunday six

Rumour has it today is Sunday. Who knew?

I've mostly been back on my Nibelheim fix-it again this week:

[discordantwords]

sunday six

Some recent lines from Strangers Forever, which is my white whale of a fic and one I very much hope to finally finish drafting some time this year.

"MI6, Mycroft? Really?" "You never questioned it," Mycroft says. "I simply . . . went along." "You've never simply gone along with anything in your life. You fed me a story." Mycroft frowns at him. Says nothing. "The truth, then," Sherlock says. "I'll have it now." "You've seen your file."

[arcanemoody]

Sunday Six

"Who do you think pays for the meals in the cookhouse? Who makes sure we have safety measures in place, permits paid? Who puts gas in all the vans? You’ve never had to worry about things like that, Ed, because you’ve never known what it’s like to take care of anyone, not even yourself!”

“I didn’t need you to take care of me.”

“Of course not," Oswald's voice drops, throat sore from yelling, "why did I ever bother?”

[mike----wazowski]

Greetings to the Sunday Six Community. I hope you are all well. Today I have returned with another extract from my "Saejima doin bad" fic. I hope you will find it to your satisfaction.

@four-white-trees @skysquid22 @phantasy14 @overdevelopedglasses @passthroughtime @woundedheartwithin @jichanxo

***

"Have you read over the contracts?"

"No."

"Have you talked to the new recruits?"

"No."

"Do you even know who the new recruits are?"

"No."

"Have you looked at your emails once?"

"No."

Exhaling, Daigo glanced around Saejima's office. There was no evidence it was being used for its intended purpose (work). There were, however, several empty bottles of sake.

"Are you drunk?"

"Yes."

He didn't seem it. His hands moved with a practised elegance, one holding a knife and the other a half-carved piece of wood. Daigo couldn't say he had ever been as coordinated while drunk.

"... you've got steady hands."

"Wouldn't say that." Saejima held his palm to the light. It was a tapestry of scratches, fresh and half healed. Looking closer, Daigo could see a tremor in his hands.

He returned to his whittling, shaving more layers of wood.

There were many things Daigo could have said. A chairman's reprimand. A gentle warning. A suggestion on how to improve workplace productivity.

"What are you making?" he said instead.

"... Yasuko had this old toy." Saejima turned the wood in his hands. "An alligator. Called it Croco. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her it was a gator. I used to chase her with it, pretend Croco was gonna take a snap outta her."

"... and that's what you're making?"

"Yeah." His thumb brushed Croco's rounded head. "She lost that toy when she was a kid. I was never able to find it for her."

The knife slipped, nicking his thumb. If Saejima cared about the droplets of blood, he didn't show it.

[jerzwriter]

Sunday more than Six

Hey there! I'm working on chapter 3. It's going to be a busy week at work, but I still hope to have it up by week's end. Until then, here are two snippets from the next chapter!

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“Do you really want to make me happy?” Tobias asked.

“Always,” she purred, snuggling closer to him.

“Then move in with me.”

She didn’t move, and he couldn't see the features of her face. Still, he knew he made a mistake the moment the words left his mouth.  

“We’ve had this conversation, Tobias.”

The blissful bubble hadn’t burst, but it felt like a rupture was near.

“Hon, I don't want to upset you. But I’m buying a new place, and it feels wrong picking out what I hope will be our home by myself.”  

“But you’re not picking it out by yourself! I’m looking at properties with you and giving my thoughts with the expectation that I’ll be living there, too... eventually... I’m involved in the process.”

“You’re not looking with me today,” he teased as she threw his t-shirt over her gorgeous, naked body. He could have delayed this talk, and with every inch of exposed flesh she covered, he realized more and more... he was an idiot.

“Because I’m working today, cuckoo,” she smirked. Leaning over, she lightened the mood with a reassuring kiss. "But if you see any you like, I promise I’ll go back to see them with you.”

“I’m holding you to that! Because Halle sent the listings over last night, and I have to admit, some look spot on.”

“Halle?” Casey asked cautiously. “She’s your agent now?”

And the blissful bubble popped.

“This is delicious,” Ethan said, savoring another bite of filet mignon. “I’ve got to admit, Carrick, the party, the new place—you knocked it out of the park.”

“Thank you,” Tobias exulted, with a nod toward Casey. “But I wouldn’t have been able to do any of it without this beauty by my side.”

Casey rolled her eyes, taking a sip of wine. “Seriously? As if cooked!”

The guests erupted into laughter, with one notable exception.

“Tobias,” his mother scolded. “You’re not about to let her downplay her contributions like that, are you?”

“Of course not, Ma!” He chuckled. “I’m the first to admit I’d have none of this if it weren’t for Casey.”

“That’s not true...” she began, but he quickly interrupted her.

“Oh, it certainly is! How many classy dinner parties have I pulled off in the past?”

All turned to Ethan, who nearly choked on his wine. “None!” he scoffed.

“Exactly! See,” Tobias agreed, placing a kiss on Casey's hand. “I couldn’t do it without you, babe.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Vivian beamed, raising her glass. “To Casey, the woman who finally turned my boy into a grown-up.”

“To Casey,” everyone cheered as she turned a deeper shade of red than the Malbec in her hand.

Pleased with the reaction, Vivian continued. “So, when do you plan on proposing and making things official? Someone like Casey isn’t going to be on the market forever! Wouldn’t you agree, Ethan?”

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Tagging others separately.

[jichanxo]

sunday six!

tags: @passthroughtime @four-white-trees @overdevelopedglasses

the boys are fightinggggg 🙄

Kuwana looked down at him. “What is it? Listen, it’s just a boundary, alright? It’s not a big deal, just—”

Yagami kicked at his chest, and it winded Kuwana enough to stop with that train of thought. He tried to position himself over Yagami anyway, lest he try to get away without talking to him.

“Do you want to fuck angry or something? Huh?” His patience seemed to be exhausted, and he was meeting Yagami’s frustration with his own.

“When have I ever,” Yagami grit his teeth. “Told you something I didn’t mean?”

Kuwana froze, looking confused. “Is this a trick question? All the time.”

Of course, he was too preoccupied with being right to understand what he was actually saying. Yagami struggled beneath Kuwana again.