#WIP snippet

[just-here-with-my-thoughts]

Pieces Of The People We Love: Part 4

Tags for @huntressdarkness and @the-little-moment (does this count as fulfilling the First Line tag game? First line written for this fic in 2025!)

I finally cracked the dead end I had written myself into and churned out 3000 words for Part 4 today, so I've definitely spent more than 30 minutes on this! Sneak peeks below :)

Blaster-bolts zinged past, close enough for the heat to scorch through the gaps in his wrong-size armour. Crosshair flattened himself into the recessed doorway and hammered on it without looking, attention still trained on the battlefield.

When he heard the hiss of the seal release he slipped inside the bunker, firing until the last second when the door slid shut once more.

Shuttered inside the sudden gloom, he reached up and pulled his helmet off, the chem-electric taste of air in the bunker filling his mouth as he caught his breath. Then he turned to glare at the trooper who had let him in.

"I didn't think, with your brains, you'd let yourself get left behind by the retreat and cut off."

He injected enough acid into his voice to mask the concern that might otherwise bleed through. Tech spared him a brief glance before returning to his datapad, frowning at the readout there.

"Crosshair. You made it at last."

Sagging against the wall, Crosshair summoned a scowl. "You don't seem surprised."

Tech’s eyebrows rose without looking up. "Should I be?” he queried mildly, still distracted. “Whilst it is unexpected to find we are part of the same engagement, the precision with which the droids threatening my position were taken out could only be attributed to a skilled sniper…” He paused, and finally looked up properly, fixing Crosshair with a level look. “…And only you would have such vested interest in my survival."

Though he gave a derisive snort, Crosshair grinned, relief too palpable to be hidden. "Yeah, well, I'm happy to see you too."

Tech paused, raising the visor on his modified helmet so he could meet Crosshair's gaze directly.

"It is good to see you, Crosshair. I am glad you are here."

WIP Poll Game

RULES: Make a 24 hr poll with titles of every WIP you plan to work on (even if it's one or two) . Once the poll closes spend 10 mins for each vote you received on each of your WIPs!

Tagged by @huntressdarkness and @theproblemwithstardust - I don't have many WIPs at the moment (just enough to haunt my every waking moment as I neglect them...) but here they are ^^;

*EDIT* just to make this fun, if you reblog or comment telling me what you voted for, I will post WIP snippets and tag you in them! ^_^

Links below:- Savage Hunter series Pieces Of The People We Love Beach Days series

Tags if you want to play for @indigofyrebird @leapingbadger @the-little-moment @violet-tinted-world @royallykt @lifblogs :)

[the-bar-sinister]

Google, you get points this once for understanding the character but that is still not a correct suggestion.

[manyu-ten]

"Once—" Bruce began before slowly shutting his mouth. He opened and closed it in concession, as though he were deciding on the merits of revealing whatever conundrum was broiling his brain.

Tim fought the urge to glance Damian's way. For some reason he could not place, he felt a sinking in his chest at the thought of seeing Damian's face at that moment. He flicked his gaze to Cassie momentarily. She looked puzzled, staring at their father's face. It wasn't a look she often—if ever—wore. When you could see on the body what the ears could hear with words, one had little room for something like confusion.

Bruce sighs. He takes a moment to eye each of them with a look Tim would describe as deliberate, though of what, he couldn't say.

"This stays between the four of us," he says, solidly. An order, then. Tim almost snickers but nods his head in minute acknowledgment. The sinking in his chest subsides.

"Once, in the summer before Jason turned ten, he and Dick disappeared for two months. No one could find them." It's the type of little family secret you hear that, rather than fill you with dread, only makes you more confused and mildly annoyed.

Tim steals another glance at Cassandra. She doesn't really look less puzzled than before. Her brows are furrowed together. She blinks slowly. It's best to ignore her for the duration of this conversation, Tim decides. He feels Damian's fingers briefly brush up against his lower back. He ignores that as well.

Tim wets his lips. "No one?" His voice is disbelieving, even to his own ears. Nightwing and Robin, even newly minted, disappearing for two whole months without a trace? In an era where the original Titans were knitted so close together that fan forums talk of the time period to this day?

Bruce's eyes narrow. Tim can't tell if it's because he's annoyed with the indirect admittance to his own shortcomings or if he's actually upset with something. Damn. Why'd he decide to ignore Cassie?

"No one," Bruce parrots slowly. "I probably scoured the entire damned city four times over before I caved and started contacting every hero who knew us."

Damian clicks his tongue. "You contacted outsiders before confronting any criminals?"

Bruce actually huffs a breath out, his version of being amused. The oddity of that, if nothing else, rekindles the sore depth in Tim's chest.

"Arkham and Blackgate were probably fuller than they'd be the rest of the year in those sixty one days."

[millersfinest]

ok pookies, i’m actually working on that jennifer’s body fic that i proposed some time ago eeekk!!! (dont get attached to the name or blurb because it might change ijbol) (my creative process is prompting an idea, then changing it as i write it 😭😭)

[sister-lucifer]

Man Up: A Preview

T4T Tim Wright/Masky x Transmasc!Reader

CW: force masc, degradation, use of homophobic language (i.e. sissy, pansy), generally mean, pissed off dom Tim

“I don’t wanna see you in any of that pansy shit ever again, do you fuckin’ hear me?”

“Tim, please…!” You whimper, grabbing his wrist and weakly trying to free yourself from his grip. 

“I asked you a question, boy. Do you hear me?” 

You nod as best you can, frantically attempting to placate him. 

“Y-Yes, yes! I hear you, okay?! Let go…!” 

He debates the order for a moment, ultimately deciding to concede. He releases his grip on your face, but doesn’t back up. He leans down to speak into your ear, his breath warm on your delicate skin. 

“You’re a man now. You’re gonna stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. No more skirts, no more lace, no more of that shit I know for a damn fact you hate wearing. It’s for your own good.”

You open your mouth to argue, but you can’t force out any words. The humiliation of this ordeal is making your throat clamp shut. You didn’t think Tim had noticed. How stupid you must be for being so obvious. 

“…I’m sorry,” is the only response you can manage, a little whisper of regret. You keep your gaze trained on the floor, too afraid to look up at Tim. Even now, he thinks, you’re cowering. Pathetic. 

“Let me tell you what you’re gonna do, boy,” He says, placing two hands on your shoulders and squeezing a bit, “You’re gonna take off that frilly ass outfit. All of it. You’re gonna strip down nice and naked, then you’re gonna lay on that bed and wait for me to get back. I’m not done with you.”

[erisenyo]

A WIP snippet for @zukki-week Day 4,"On the Throne"...throne part not yet featured lol. Incoming this weekend!

“Come on, keep up,” Zuko says, tugging Sokka impatiently down the sandy walkway toward the chatter of food stalls. “Let me just—there’s sand everywh—” “You look fine,” Suki says, tugging two chunks of hair out of his hands and grinning at the face he makes when they fall to frame his face again. “You’re going to be late to your own Annual Dumpling Extravaganza.” “To our anniversary,” Zuko corrects, joining the line behind the first stop of the day. “Which means we can’t be late,” Sokka mutters as he ties his hair up in a high tail, but without any real heat as he leans up against the back of Zuko’s shoulder. “Definitionally, the Dumpling Extravaganza—” “Our anniversary.” “—is a date, not an event—” Suki lets out a deeply amused, deeply skeptical noise as she leans up against Zuko’s other side. “You’re saying the Dumpling Extravaganza—" “Our anniversary,” Zuko says happily, scanning the menu. “—isn’t an event?” “Oh, are you celebrating?” the woman behind the counter asks, barely looking up from the three little trays she’s assembling. “Congratulations.” “Yeah, every year we do this whole tour of—” “Once we had these really great—” “It’s our anniversary,” Zuko cuts in, delighting in being able to say it. “Our romantic one. Our romantic anniversary. Of our romance.” The woman glances up, eyebrows raised. “Of course,” she says as Suki snorts out a noise and Sokka presses a giggle against Zuko’s shoulder like he’s trying to contain it. “Congratulations.” A bit more giggle slips free. Zuko beams. “How long has it been for you, then?” Zuko hums, glancing at Suki as she lets out a high noise, Sokka grabbing at his arm. “It’s complicated,” he says, hearing himself sound utterly delighted by the fact.

[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Moodboard | Deputy Sabrina Donovan | WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow

“So many eyes saw the worst in me, and yet yours... yours didn't.”

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[pagegirlintraining]

Mini snippet

I’m actually pretty happy with what I wrote today, so I thought I’d ride the wave some more by sharing some of it. Slightly nsfw, hence the cut.

“You okay?” Simon asked between pants for air, his eyes so dark as they connected with Wille’s that he considered for a moment just throwing all his reserve out the window and letting Simon get back to grinding against him until they both would come into their pants.

“I’m amazing”, he told Simon instead, thumbs stroking his clothed hip bones as he shot him a breathless smile. “I just thought maybe we could take this to the bedroom, do this properly? We’re not in a hurry.”

The ‘anymore’ rang clearly between them, despite remaining unsaid. It took a couple seconds, then Simon’s cheeks were breaking out into a smile so brilliant and full of affection, seeing it felt like being warmed by beautiful spring sunshine.

“Okay”, he said, and it felt every bit like he was agreeing to something much bigger than just them taking things more slowly. He bent down to leave one last kiss on Wille’s lips, then he slid off of his lap, coming to a stand and offering his hand to him.

“Come on, then?”

[echochqmber]

rewrites rewrites rewrites

[skimmingmilk]

Hi, thanks again for answering my first ask about Tails and Shadow and Sonic! Similar question here, do you have any headcanons/ideas/musings about Tails and Sharp that you can share? I love their dynamic in the Sharp Edges collection you wrote, and I'm a sucker for any Sonic Prime AU where Tails is the one who interacts with other versions of Sonic. Thanks!

Hi! No problem, I love answering questions where I can and talking things out :)

Ah! I'm so excited you want to know more about Sharp and Tails! :D That's so cool, thanks for being interested! I also really love Tails getting to interact with other versions of Sonic, so I'm happy to do my part to add to it <3

Sharp is (only a little) reluctantly following along with Tails's scheme under the guise that he just needs to make sure the kid keeps a low profile and doesn't end up back on Satine Rouge's radar while they're in Rogue's Row. He can't have his reputation damaged, after all, it's what allows him what little freedom he has to help people. But it's also exciting! Helping Tails on these missions gives him a boost of adrenaline that he's been kinda missing. And he doesn't even have to pretend to kill anyone!

The two of them are very similar to how Nine and Sonic are, they bond quick because they work well together and because Sharp is so similar to Sonic, just a little... sharper. They're also pretty snarky with each other, which they both enjoy, but Sharp will downplay Tails's accomplishments without remorse in a way Sonic would never. Sharp isn't as sensitive to striking an insecure nerve because he doesn't know it's there.

Tails can handle it for the most part, since he's a little more aware of Sharp not being Sonic than Sonic was of Nine not being Tails. He's taken aback occasionally by Sharp's bite, especially when it's anger that's directed at him. He can handle sarcastic quips and even the threats of violence (because he knows he won't follow through), but sometimes things get a little raw and feelings are hurt. But there's still so much Sonic in Sharp that Tails can't help but care about him. Just like it's so easy to forgive Sonic (almost annoyingly so), Tails forgives Sharp as naturally as breathing.

And Sharp's not used to that. It's every rogue for themselves where he's from. And while he's done his best to make sure others have a chance at a fresh start, no one's ever returned the favor. No one's ever cared.

So Sharp and Tails butt heads more than Sonic and Tails do, especially once they leave Rogue's Row to search for more of the prism shards. They're not completely in sync. Mostly because Tails believes Sharp can be more than what he lets himself, and Sharp doesn't want to be told who he is by someone who barely knows him. He also doesn't want to be responsible for anyone other than himself, but is frustrated by how easy it is to want to look out for this lost kid. And how much this kid's opinion of him matters. He tries to resist the attachment at first, but just like Nine found hope and happiness in Sonic, Sharp finds the same meaning in Tails. His bond with him opens him up to become someone that will eventually be the person Nine needs (and Nine's going to get a bit of an extra journey to complement that, too).

Tails will also get to interact with two other Sonics in that AU, too! Drift (from No Place) and Snare (from Boscage Maze), though Snare's name might still change... His bond with both of them is still special, too, but when they meet Sails and Mangey, they're able to bond with them much sooner than Sharp is able to bond with Nine. Sharp and Nine don't really connect until the very end of the adventure, since both of them are too attached to Tails and Sonic, respectively.

Sorry, this totally got away from me! I have so many feelings about my Prime AU and every intention to write more of it if I wasn't so behind on Picket Fence stuff. I'll leave a little snippet of Sharp and Tails chatting though as a treat <3 I can't remember if I've ever shared it before, so sorry if I have, but it takes place a bit after "Keep a Sharp Eye."

Tails sighed at his Prower Paradox Prism Position Predictor Mark 5 when it showed no sign of there being anything remotely like the energy signature of the Paradox Prism nearby. "It's gone." "Told ya it was still busted." Tails ignored him. "But my calculations were precise. Nothing else gives off any kind of energy readings remotely similar. Something had to have triggered it. Or at least had enough of a disruptive frequency to confuse the P.2.5.P." "Weird. Maybe it has something to do with the other you I just saw." Sharp cupped his chin, foot tapping thoughtfully. Tails's attention snapped to him so hard he nearly gave himself whiplash. "What?" "There was another you up in the trees. Right when your gizmo thing stopped working." Sharp twirled his index finger in the direction of the P.2.5.P. Tails gaped at him. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Well, it looked like he was kinda trying to kill you. Like everyone in this city," Sharp reminded him, an edge to voice befitting his name, before he leaned back with a shrug. "Thought it was better if you didn't know you were being actively sniped." Tails could still only stare at him slack-jawed. There were plenty of times Sonic had rendered him speechless over the years, but the dissonance of what he knew about these two versions of his best friend and all their other friends was thoroughly giving his processing capabilities a run for its money. He needed an aspirin. "I thought you said you'd never seen another me in this dimension?" Tails finally ground out. Sharp narrowed his own eyes at his tone. "I hadn't. You're the first you I've ever seen in my life. That guy up there was the second."

[honeyedmiller]

wip wednesday

thank you for the tag @evolnoomym <3

a snippet of part 7 of a burning desire (firefighter!joel au)

and a snippet from the birthday one shot i was supposed to post yesterday but had no time to write / i forgot to bring my iPad to work 💀😂 grump x oc!sunshine trope. major pining with a few kinks lol

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no pressure tags: @ovaryacted @javierpena-inatacvest @punkshort @pedrospatch @sawymredfox @almostfoxglove @endlessthxxghts @sugarcoated-lame

[the-bar-sinister]

“You’ve had me here for weeks now. Please tell me you’re going to untie me. I won’t try to escape.”

“Sorry, babe , trust isn’t won that easily.”

“How can I get you to trust me, then?”

“You could kill someone. How about that? I’ll bring someone here, and you kill them, and then I’ll trust that you’re not going to run away and cry to the cops about this.”

[taintandviolent]

a little preview!!! thank you to @juliamaximoff for the delish idea!

[hbyrde36]

ghost eddie fic for wip weekend pleeeasse!!!! 👻

Thanks for the ask! Apologies for it being well past the weekend, but all the motivation in my inbox has been AMAZING for getting words down 😍

Concept post

Prev snips here, here, and here.

“Don't tell me you’ve all given up on me already.” Oh. Oh, no.   Steve had read about this, how sometimes spirits don’t realize they’ve passed on, but surely Eddie had to know. What other possible explanation could he have for suddenly becoming invisible and incorporeal?  “Eddie, what is it you think is happening here, exactly?” Steve asked, bracing himself. “Well, clearly I–I'm…” Eddie sputtered haughtily for a moment before looking away. “Well, I'm not sure. I’ve been separated from my body somehow, obviously. It’s gotta be some weird Vecna shit, right? And, uh, you can hear me and see me because we both got bit by the bats?”  He sounded less and less sure as he went on, and Steve felt a painful pang of sympathy for the guy—and, honestly, for himself. How on earth do you go about telling someone that they’re dead?

[flowersforbucky]

sipping on an iced pumpkin coffee and writing some absolute filth because i started thinking about logan having a thing for cute panties 🫢🫶🏻

(this should hopefully be finished this week or weekend!!)

[ghcstao3]

hunger game :3