#and ooooooo the snippet!!

[starry-night-author]

June of Doom Day #11

Firearm | Backseat |

June of Doom Prompt List

"Keep it steady," Villain said.

They then proceeded to nearly completely climb out of the moving vehicle, one foot on the windowsill and the other on the passenger's seat, aiming a huge firearm at their pursuers.

From the drivers seat, Supervillain glanced up at them. "I'll try, but we're going nearly 80 miles an hour right now, I don't think I can- hold on to something!"

Villain immediately lowered their gun and grabbed ahold of the railings on top of the car as Supervillain completed nearly a complete ninety degree turn.

In the back seat, the bound and gagged Hero was thrown to the side, their face nearly colliding painfully with the window. By the time they sat up, Villain was leaning back into the car. "Reload-"

"Got you covered, there's some under the seat." Supervillain replied, not taking their eyes off the road. Sirens from dozens of law enforcement cars sounded behind them.

Villain checked, grinned. They leaned across to kiss Supervillain's cheek. "You're the best, darling!"

Before Hero knew it, Villain was climbing back out of the window, firing almost at random. Their hair whipped in the wind and they looked near manic as they fired and screamed.

"Ha ha ha take that! You'll never take us alive!"

From the backseat, Hero blushed.

[weaverpop]

Little snippet from a certain part 2!

“Most of the time Jing sat at the window, silently watching the birds flying by. In the distance he could see the vague movements of guards and celestials. He debated calling out to them, but past experience told him it would be pointless. Nobody could hear or see him. Not from here.”

>:3

[godseyeaemond]

"Rivals saw their flight as an act of surrender, as cowardice. But Lord Aenar's maiden daughter Daenys- known forever after as Daenys the Dreamer- had forseen the destruction of Valyria by fire. What isn't widely known, however, is that Daenys had claimed Balerion- at the time no bigger than a horse- the night before her fateful dream." - A book shown off in The House That Dragons Built S2E1

[sithfox]

Today's snippet is from my Separatist!AU. Quinlan is with Dooku on Geonosis, but he doesn't know about the clones' existence.

He's distracted not long after, however, by the sense of Obi-Wan approaching, his dear friend blending into the background noise of the Force, though not well enough to hide from Quinlan. Why—?

His comm buzzes and he lifts it to his mouth. "Vos."

"Quinlan, my boy. Master Fett has informed me that he was pursued here by a Jedi, one with ill intent. I would be much obliged if you would find him before the Geonosians do." Quinlan shudders—the Geonosians have no concept of mercy, entirely fixated on the good of their hive. If they see Obi-Wan as a threat, they will dispose of him with great prejudice.

"Yes, Master Dooku, of course. Shall I bring him to you when I find him?" It's a gamble, but Quinlan needs to know more about the Count's goals: there's a catch, he can feel it, but Dooku is playing a long game. The man is weak to the memory of Qui-Gon Jinn; perhaps Jinn's Padawan will be able to pull more details out of him.

"Please do." The comm line goes dead and Quinlan walks to the edge of the platform. A twenty-foot drop is nothing: he lands softly and takes off into the rocky landscape in search of his errant friend.

[rollingeevee]

good god your bite post has invaded my mind and it hasn't left since i read it, it's spinning in my brain like in a microwave

all i can think about is shadow milk's little (prey) lover running away and getting somewhat far, thinking they're actually getting away with it until the bite's effects kick in and suddenly it's so hard to think and move and where were they going anyway? what if they just sat down and stared into space for a while? that would feel nice, right?

the magic oozing from the bite squeezing their brain and soul, making everything feel heavy and fuzzy until shadow milk just strolls by, clicks his tongue, teases them a little for trying to leave and goes to pick them up and bring them back

there's no kicking and screaming, they cannot muster up the mental strength to do it, just slight bitter resignation on their part as they can do nothing but accept their fate and perhaps try again at a later date but there's a little voice at the back of their head that doesn't understand why they were running away in the first place, a voice that urges them to melt into their captor's touch (totally not shadow milk's doing guys no it's all you)

mental and magical manipulation? it's more likely than you think!

bonus points if the bite mark's pain gets duller/softer when they behave for their beast

anyway thank you for sharing your thoughts your writing is amazing and if you have more ideas related to the bites i am begging i am on my knees-

AAAAAA I’m so glad to hear you liked it so much! 😭 /VVVPOS

Ooooooo! I quite like this! I can definitely see smth similar happening! Personally tho, I see Shadow Milk taking a more manipulative approach to when he finds his lil runaway darling again. I wrote a lil blurb below to showcase :)

The further you got from the Spire, the more relief you felt. By the Witches… you’d done it! You were free!

You suddenly let out a choked gasp as you feel an incredibly painful tightening sensation in your chest. You fall to your knees, clutching at your heart. Your mind is empty as your body feels like it is being squeezed, your breath continuously escaping, despite your desperation to pull in air.

“Oh, goodness!” You hear his voice exclaim. “What happened to you, doll?”

What happened? What happened?! What… what did happen…? You were running… Yes, you were running from the Spire! But… why…?

Shadow Milk Cookie tuts sympathetically as he gently scoops you into his arms. “Oh, poor dear… Did you get lost? I told Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie to keep an eye on you and ensure your safety!” He cradles you close to his chest as he makes his way back to the Spire. “Don’t worry, dollface~ Your darling jester, Shadow Milk Cookie, has arrived to save the day! I’ll make sure to get you back home where you belong in no time!” He finishes his declaration with a sweet kiss to your neck, where you can faintly detect a throbbing pain that seems to ease in response to his affection.

Where you belong…? Yes… Yes, right back where you belong… That’s a nice thought…

So why is your heart crying out that something is wrong…?

WEEEEEE! So yes, I can definitely see manipulation being there (it’s Shadow Milk, whaddya expect?), but I can see the magic from the bite invading the mind as it simultaneously attacks the body. You weren’t running for freedom, you just got lost while playing a game. Luckily, your sweet Beast, Shadow Milk Cookie, was able to find you in time before anything terrible could happen to you~! So stay, where it’s safe, and where you’re always within arms reach~

In addition to that, I love the idea of the pain getting duller and duller the more a Beast’s darling behaves for them! I added onto that a lil and made it so that, in addition to that, the only other way for the pain to dull is from direct affection to the bite area by the Beast. This gives further incentive to the darling to be well behaved and compliant for their Beast.

I may try to do lil snippets or one shots for each of the Beasts and their bites going into effect later on, given how much people seemed to like them, but we’ll see! I hope you enjoyed this tho! :D

[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Ooooooo 🤕🤕🤕!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please! I ADORE that premise

Thank you for the ask! A snippet from the Undead Boy Detectives fic where Charles gets hurt and no one handles it well:

“Edwin is scared,” Jenny says slowly, like she’s talking to a toddler. “Remember how he was when you first got back from Hell? Hiding up in Niko’s room when a car got too close because he wasn’t a ghost anymore and things could hurt him now? You just got seriously hurt for the first time since coming back to life. You’re lucky that demon didn’t crack your skull open. It could have been worse, he knows that, and he’s terrified because next time, it could be worse.” Charles’s mouth is dry. “He didn’t say anything to me.” “Of course he didn’t,” she says. “Because you’re supposed to be resting your brain, not worrying about how your boyfriend is feeling. That doesn’t mean he’s not being a fucking idiot, because he is. Which I told him when he was down here whining to me this morning.” “Edwin was talking to you about me?” “Yeah, because the four of you think I have nothing better than to hold your hands through teenage drama.” She glares at him. “And no, I’m not going to tell you what he said to me. You two can actually talk to each other for once.” “But—” “Go back to bed, kid.”

Make Me Write (Again)

[starwritingbri]

Last Line Challenge

Ooooooo this looks so fun!! Thanks for the tag bestie!! @they-lived 💜💜

So the last line is a bit meh on it's own, so I'll give some of the bit before too. It's the literal last line of my Whumptober Day 30 that'll be posted later today!

Maybe all along their destiny had been each other. Hell couldn’t be that bad a place so long as she was at his side.

“Even into Hell.”

I'd love to see a snippet from anyone's WIP, but in particular @luckylolabug @lenacarstairspotterstewart @menina89 and @madamemigraine What do you have? 👀💜👀💜

[the-scandalorian]

i love seeing these new monster!din tags cause it reminds me to go read that masterpiece of a series, it is TOO. GOOD. im dead serious

the flirting when they first start talkinh oooooOO delicious!!!!!!

ANONNNNN i am kissing you xx

my writing time has been frustratingly limited lately but i am slowly getting there with the next part, and i am so so excited to share it

a little spicy snippet for you below the cut tw monstery smutty goodness

He already knows he’s going to fuck you.

He’s not really sure why he’s waiting. Din tells himself it’s in the name of self control, but the moment he sank his fingers in your wet pussy—no, the moment he let you into his house—he knew he was going to fuck you.

Waiting is just delaying the inevitable.

He’s tasted your cunt on his fingers. There’s no going back.

He already knows he's going to taste your nectar from the source. He’s going to fuck you with his tongue and gently suckle your clit between his lips until you sob. He’s going to eat you out until you come on his face, your hands tangled in his hair.

And then he’s going to do it again.

He tries not to think about how much easier that would be with his other tongue, his tongue when he's transformed—long and dextrous as it is. He could get so deep inside you like that.

Taste you from the inside out.

[hbyrde36]

OOOOOOO for wip weekend Fuggi Regal Fantasmia (it has a name now!! wooo!!!) 👻

Thanks friend! 🥰

Yessssss we finally have a name!

Prev snippet

Fuck. Though he looked confused and disoriented at first, it wasn’t long before the long-haired apparition tried to approach one of them. Steve fought to keep his face neutral as the ghost raised a hand in front of Dustin's face, calling the boy's name loudly before moving on to Erica, then Robin—and Steve started to panic, knowing he had to do something before the figure tried the same with him.

btw, for anyone following along at home 😆 I have been writing WILDLY out of order lately, which has been working wonders for my progress, but also means some of these snippets are also out of order from past wip games.

Make me write!

[carter-carpet-writes]

CotH Snippet

First snippet for CotH (Coffee On The Horizon)! I would do 50... But this was too good to cut in the middle, so you get 69 words! (Nice)

“I haven’t even burned anything yet!” Nine huffed as she glanced up at Fox, still trying to pick up the pots and pans.

“Sorry babe, but you need to go to gay baby jail.” Melon said, sighing, and beginning to shoo Nine out of the room.

“Haha, oOoOoOo you’re going to gay baby jail!” Bri cooed, giggling softly as she began focusing on the food they all were making.

[seiya-starsniper]

Since I can't wait to cry about it: 🚬 on the snippet ask!!

Ooooooo this is one is a real angst wringer! I really only had an outline prior to the ask game, so have a snippet of everything I've actually written so far for the fic!

“All right?” Vander asks, the deep baritone of his voice reverberating against Silco’s body. Silco represses a shudder, choosing instead to grip Vander’s shoulders more tightly as he fights to keep his breathing even.  “Mmmhmm,” Silco mumbles, because that’s all he can manage. If he tries to form real words, he already knows only the darkest, more heinous things will come tumbling out of his mouth. It’s fine, he tells himself through measured inhales, while trying not to gag at the smell of cigarettes that Vander prefers. Tries not to remember that’s what he’d smelled like, right before he shoved SIlco’s head under the polluted waters of the Pilt. It’s fine, he repeats to himself. It’s not the same as before, it’s not real, you’re overreacting again, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s— “Silco,” Vander sighs, loosening his embrace and then pulling away. Despite the fear and adrenaline still running through him, Silco tries to reach for the other man, but Vander only shakes his head. Whatever he sees on Silco’s face must make things worse, for Vander’s expression goes from exasperated to horrified to mournful, all in just a matter of moments. 

Make me write Ask Game!

[pinkypromisepascal]

OoOoOoO!!!! Please tell me more about the Frankie friends to lovers 😍😍😍

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!

it's about reader cancelling on a night out with Frankie and the others, but she texts Santi instead of Frankie so he doesn't worry. Which he still does because after like an hour Frankie ditches the others and goes to check on her. Turns out she's sulking because she got laid off at her job few days ago and she just hasn't been feeling it, and money's getting tight too. So Frankie decides to stay with her and help her out of this slump and over time, they get closer until their tension snaps one night🤭 you also get a snippet because I love you (big fat muah):

"How much do you need?" You look up at him, "Hm?" He reaches into the back pocket of his worn out jeans and takes out his wallet.  "Oh, no," You simply say, and he shoots you a confused look, "I'm not taking money from you." He huffs dryly, "Yes, you are. How much do you need?" "Frankie." He steps between couch and coffee table with an exhausted exhale, mutes the tv that's been creating gentle background noise and sits on the edge of the table.  "Why not?" "I'm not some charity case, I just need some time to figure things out, I just need time to think!" Your voice gets louder and you immediately regret your snappy tone. Though Frankie couldn't care less about your attitude, his expression still stern and fixed on you, but calm. "I know. But you could use a little help right now and I don't see a reason why I wouldn't help you out." You take a deep breath and look down at your fidgeting hands again, plucking at dead skin on your fingers, like you always do when you're stressed. "I don't wanna owe anyone anything. I don't like the feeling of it," you mutter. You know it's silly, you know you're being stubborn about this, but you don't wanna lose this bit of pride too. "And if I said you won't need to pay me back?"

[not0a0mundane]

^-- *is catching up on some stuff*

Ooooooo for the wip ask game, if you haven't already I wanna hear all about Stick It Val (I can't get enough of it)

And I See Right Through You!!

If you want, of course-

I've been thinking about this ask for so long, and while I don't really have the time to start working on both fics to make them properly, I did manage to write some short snippets of the story!

For the first au "Stick it Val" I'm thinking about renaming it "Stick it to the Vs" because while I do like Vox's character, it can't be denied that he really enables Val. And that's something I wanna explore in the au bc how can he do that while also having a relationship with Angel?

Anyway, for the snippets, here's "I see right through you"

It took a moment for the machine to start working after Kallus pressed down the button, but soon the caff started flowing down into the cup. It was a shitty quality one, too watery and yet strong for some reason. As the caff finished pouring, Kallus saw Garazeb making his way into the Intel headquarters. Taking the full caff cup away, he put a new one into the machine and pushed the button that would once again pour hot liquid down. Hopefully, Garazeb would appreciate the gesture.

& a (spicy? idk they're making out) of the staticspider au!

Vox pushed the spider down on the couch, kissing all the sounds out of Angel's mouth before they could sound out in the room. His hands roamed over Angel's back, trying to feel out as much of the spider as he could while Angel's hands worked in unison to try and get Vox's shirt off. "Need help?" he broke the kiss and asked, Angel laughed in answer as he finally pushed the dress shirt down Vox's shoulders. "Shut up and kiss me again." The spider said as he pushed the TV demon off and crawled into his lap.

[freneticfloetry]

ooooooo whats the same in every language all about? 👀

SMUT. That is its entire purpose.

I kid. Kind of. the same in every language initially started out as “five times Carlos says something in Spanish during sex, and one time TK understands,” but it has outgrown its handy little five times format box, because these boys are too emotionally horny to exist.

I’ve shared a handful of snippets under its title tag, but have another! It’s never too early for angsty smut, right?

Five nights after they escaped the inferno, once they’d shopped for new clothes and sorted out the insurance and stopped smelling smoke with every inhale, he’d slipped into their shared room after a shower to the curious sight of Carlos hauling the headboard away from the wall — a sight that had only been confusing for the time it took for Carlos to turn to him with eyes full of fire, a desperate, longing, haunted heat fueled by a flicker of something wild and lost.

TK had come that night with Carlos’ hand held over his mouth and his face tucked tight to his throat, legs spread wide around hips still driving in hard and the sound of his moan muffled into a muzzle of skin.

He’d kissed the heel of that hand and held on tight, and Carlos had come with no sound at all.

[bluecookiesabi]

❄️☔️

Ooooooo another snippet! You get a treat, this is a 2nd person TexAid fic where you're Vortex :)

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The first time you saw him, it was when you were half slagged and barely conscious. Artillery was raining down from the seekers and Brawl was on his way to pick your sorry aft up and drag you back to base. The poor slagger found you first, and was trying to piece you back together as if you were another one of his pathetic Autobots. As if he didn't know exactly who he was treating.

You remembered how your energon looked, gleaming in the light as it covered his hands from digging through your internals.

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As for ☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it?

I have this Deadlock fic that I like to daydream about whenever I hear the song "All Eyes On You" by Smash Into Pieces! It's SUCH a Deadlock song to me. I'm probably not going to write it, but if I did, it would just be various snapshots into Deadlock's life set to the lyrics. Maybe one day I'll write them, but we'll see lol

[keirawantstocry]

ooooo you guys wanna see a snippet of my slimeriana fic so badly ooooooo