#fanfic snippet

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Concept art of a possessed Donatello based on my current TMNT 2003 fanfic, In Nightmares (a rewrite of the 2012 episode Fungus Humungous but with a lot more angst and thrown into the 2003 universe)

You can check out the latest chapter with this link :)

Based on this segment:

[freya-captain]

Ten-second trivia: WHO’s the father of Aegon’s baby?

Imagine the King’s first and Omega son Aegon was found out to be preggo without getting married. Rumors were flying around Kingslanding and everyone in the city was guessing who fathered Aegon’s unborn children. This became the number one topic in all the taverns, gambling houses, or even brothels.

Games were set and the hot candidates were his siblings, Helaena and Aemond Targaryen. Some others bet their money on the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong (in this universe he didn’t leave KL) and Ser Criston Cole, the princes’ master-at-arms.

Aegon at first experienced pregnancy heat and been sleeping, not knowing all of these. When he woke up, he found it all entertaining and quite enjoyable. He refused to reveal the baby’s father no matter how Alicent forced him to. He wandered in Red Keep and pissed off everyone he met including the King’s Hand, Otto Hightower.

The votes changed everyday with every news updated. Like Ser Criston escorted Prince Aegon to Kingswood the other day or Helaena was flying dragons with Aegon today. When Rhaenyra and her family visited KL, there was rumors about the princess decided to take her younger brother as the second wife as Aegon the Conqueror.

Meanwhile Jacaerys Velaryon wondered why no one assumed it could be him. Aegon was like “cause you are too righteous and pure as virgin in the smallfolk’s eyes. Now stop pouting and come listen to our baby’s heartbeats”

[dragonpyre]

More fic snippits I'll never finish

“How you feeling?�� The man asked. Jason opened his mouth to respond in the negative, but stopped at the last second. He actually felt… fine? What the fuck? His brain had literally just been getting stabbed by a rail spike not even thirty minutes ago. And how the fuck had he fallen asleep when in that much pain? He’d NEVER managed that before! “What the fuck did you give me?” He asked, bewildered. The concern smoothed away from Dick’s face. “So I take it you’re feeling better?” Jason pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Yeah, what the fuck?” Six months of this bullshit with no cure and one visit from his brother fixes it? Was Dick dabbling in witchcraft now? “What was that stuff?” A faint smile flitted across Dick’s lips. “Excedrin.” “The fuck is Excedrin?” “Acetaminophen and caffeine,” his brother answered easily. “Migraine meds.”

[tgmsunmontue]

Bradley: I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to taking your name. Jake: *coughs* *splutters* Jake: What? Bradley: Wait. No. I can’t. Then my initials would be BS and that’s just… that’s not acceptable. Jake: Oh my god, they would be BS. You should totally take my name when we get married. Bradley: When? Jake: Well, I’ll get around to asking eventually. Bradley: Why do you get to do the asking? Jake: Because you're slow Rooster. Bradley: *drops to his knees* Bradley: *pulls out a ring* Bradley: Not this time.

[wordsofwilderness]

I'm just gonna leave this here and skedaddle

Regulus wrapped his legs around James’ waist, locking his feet together. Yeah, this had to mean something. Regulus exposing himself like this, so comfortably, like it was second nature. Regulus? Who was usually so touch-shy, so protective of his own space. There had to be something more to it. Struggling with himself to pull back from the bliss that was Regulus’ lip, James said, “Fuck, we should really talk.” “Knot me again and then talk?” Regulus suggested, looking all too innocent considering the effect he was having on James. “Sound like the perfect plan,” James groaned, instantly giving in to Regulus and returned to kissing him. Honestly, was having a spine really that important? Regulus already had his heart, why not his spine too?

[freddie-77-ao3]

Snippet

Will Solace, Nico decides, is the sort of person who cries when bugs get squished. Nico is not wrong on this account: when, at one point, a seven year old Will had found Cecil and Lou Ellen pointing a magnifying glass at ants, he had sobbed and demanded they help him treat the insects' burns, carrying five of them to the infirmary in the palms of his hands.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Can we have some crumbs for (it was, in reality, not fine.), pretty please? ❤️❤️

it's still in a rough work-in-progress, but i do have a bit that i thought was funny i can share?

snippet:

“So let me get this straight. I, as of,” you checked the time, “three minutes ago, just told you,” you gestured to Sun, who hunched his shoulders sheepishly, “specifically not to over exert yourself because your shoulders might not be ready yet and any damage would mean another month of no daycare. And, about thirty seconds after that, I told you,” you gave Moon a wary look. He had the intelligence to duck his head apologetically, “to behave reasonably at least until I got back from my, let me just remind you, three. Minute. Long. Absence. Is all of that correct?”

[elejah-wonderland]

elejah_au

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Divination

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"I guess we've been dancing around the "elephant" in the room for days - months now, really. There's always something stopping us talking about what happened in Laffayette - having sex again. I need to address it - I can't continue sweeping my feelings under the carpet," Elijah started and then paused for a second as Elena inhaled sharply, vividly not ready to talk about the "elephant" that was her feelings.

But Elijah couldn't let it slide anymore. He knew that things might not be the same, but, he had to risk it all.

"When I met you, I've immediately took in the enormity of your soul, your compassion, the way you regarded life, your work. I fell in love with you. And - every day onward from that moment, it has remained the same. You might say - I was rebounding - I needed the comfort. I was grieving. Maybe it was so - then. I went from I'm okay, okay living my life, learning how to deal with all my emotions putting woek first, ignoring my feelings because it will be a problem. I'm not pressuring you to respond, but I want to voice them. I want you to know that whatever comes, this love is there for you, to see you through whatever ills or whatever joys happen to come. I love you, Elena. I do."

Elena exhaled. She had a knot of jumbled up feelings for him. She swallowed hard and finally put all her heart felt across. "I feel everything when I'm with you. Loving, happy, calm, secure. But I can't be with you."

"What? Why?"

"Yesterday, I found out I am pregnant. It's Stefan's. It all - just complicates things. And I just can't - deal with things."

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Ever feel like punting your brother into a deep and dark hole because they were too annoying?

This is from the latest chapter of my TMNT chat fic, Too Many Turtles! Read the latest chapter with this link :)

In which 2012 Leo breaks all cooking laws, 2003 Mikey is trapped in a hole, Bayverse Raph eats rocks, and the Donatello Council reprogram a certain robot together

[casual-praxis]

So while sleep deprived I started writing a warm-up oneshot that got a little out of hand and I’ve spent at least six hours straight working on.

I’m trying out present-tense instead of what I’m more used to, and I’m finding that it’s way easier to write like this than it is past-tense. Huh. Weird.

But here’s a snippet of the most recent additions to the Google doc. It was just supposed to be a short, hurt/comfort fic loosely based on an experience I had like two days ago, but it turns out I’m incapable of writing anything seriously.

In short, I just wanted to play around with that thing Shadow told Vio in the forest. You know, the “tell me everything, I want to listen. The others don’t want to think, just fight.” Stuff. We haven’t gotten that far yet, but we’re in the setup phase at least.

I’m still a noob when it comes to writing so I apologize if anything seems off.

[krystelovesanime]

I'm actually crying from this. It's too good, god help me 😭😭😭

Fic: Becoming Belonging by sahiya

[tgmsunmontue]

Brought to you by my drive home (and because I saw this post on my dash today), where I imagined Jake and Bradley in a “not quite a Grease AU”, put putting on the play Grease with a queer bent (community group raining money type thing), with Sandy being played by Jake. Javy was meant to be playing Danny, except then he breaks his leg and they’re scrambling to find a guy who is happy singing and dancing (and GOOD at it) and also playing the romantic love interest to a guy.

In walks Bradley Bradshaw.

People are grateful the show can go on.

Bradley and Jake have antagonistic behaviours, but obviously it’s UST and they’re getting closer to the full-dress rehearsal and actually having to kiss on stage in front of everyone, and Jake’s been making snide little remarks about Bradley not committing to the bit. (Yes, he wouldn't mind locking lips with him...)

Cue them finally singing “You’re the one that I want” and kissing at the end of the song and then… they continue kissing and then –

“Guys, it’s the dress rehearsal. There are going to be kids in the audience. Keep it in your pants.”

Drama because it's community productions and humans and unresolved sexual tension...

@blackbeanie7437 this is what I was thinking of for Q fyi... 😅

[wordsofwilderness]

I was really trying to hold back posting this snippet because I feel like I've posted so many from this chapter already, but oh, whoops, I guess my fingers slipped

“Fuck me,” Regulus ordered, pressing his arse back against James. “Yeah, please, you feel so good” James said, his voice raspy with strain. Hands gripping at Regulus’ waist, James pulled back before trusting into Regulus again. His assessment of James’ size had certainly been correct. James filled him up to the brim, bordering on too much, over and over with each precise rolls of his hip. Every thrust was angled just right, James’ dick brushing over that sensitive bundle of nerves again and again. It stirred up a hum of pleasure, constant and unshakable. It was clear that James was skilled at this, but practiced and measured wasn’t what Regulus wanted. Not even close. Twisting around, Regulus yanked James down by his hair so his was forced to double over, his head right by Regulus’. Looking directly into James’ eyes, Regulus sneered, “Pathetic.”

[nocasdatsgay]

Edit: story in progress.

Snippet of a story I’ll never write:

Eris’s hand was warm- too warm, as he held her chin still to force her to look at him. While his hand was warm, his amber eyes were as cold as the wind blowing outside the Forest House.

“I married you for power,” his steel gaze turned to contempt. “Without it, you are of no use to me. If you wanted love, you should have stayed with your animal.”

Nesta let her eyes roll. She was not born fae, but he acted as if humans were not the same. As if she was not raised on similar principles: money and power.

She snatched her head out of his grasp. “I simply asked if we would be sharing a bed chamber. I have no expectations of love. I am your wife, not your mistress.”

He lowered his hand and those cold amber eyes studied her while he smirked at her.

“We will not share chambers. You will stay in the ones you have now. I will not force you to share my bed. When you do finally come to my bed, it will be willingly.”

“Then you will be waiting for the rest of our lives.” Nesta sneered back. She could feel her own powers humming under her skin.

“There’s the female I danced with in Hewn City.” He stepped close to her and she did not lower her gaze. “I hope to see you at dinner. We will be in gold tonight. Do not be late again.” A veiled threat.

When Nesta did not react he stepped back from her. He did not further acknowledge her and walked around her down the hall. Only when the echo of his footsteps were gone did she finally freely breathe.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Is your fic of Sun and Moon x maintenance bot reader still in the works? I fell in love with it so hard after seeing some art float around tumbler but I'm not sure if I should add it to my list as AO3 says it was last updated in December 😅 Even if it isn't it was absolutely amazing and I look forward to seeing some of your other work! You're doing an awesome job!

THE READERBOT FIC IS CURRENTLY STILL BEING WRITTEN!!! i've been working on it specifically lately bc of the influx of attention reminding me exists and partly to ignore other stuff going on in my life skjdfjsdhf im sorry its been on hold for so long

have a snippet!:

The silence was deafening. No, not quite silence- his fans were in high gear, just like yours were. You straightened your posture, joints stiff, and ducked your head, nodding your thanks.  Even if he terrified you, you didn’t want to be rude to the Naptime Attendant. You… weren’t entirely sure why. He seemed relieved- was he reassured by your awkwardness? Well, you thought miserably, that was one thing you did seem to have in common, at least. You were both awkward. That made this even more painful, somehow.

[lets-try-some-writing]

A World Where Things Went Right: Snippet #1

Enjoy suckers. This is going to be the angstiest of angst once I get it finished. Just you all wait. I warned you I had shipping pain in store.

The snippet isn't that long, but well... the fic will likely be WAY longer at the rate I am writing.

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“So this is it.” There was no question in his tone as Ratchet stared at the space bridge as it powered on. Their ship had long since been left to float through the dead of space, all remaining power having been diverted to this last leap, this final chance to make a difference.

“Yes.” Optimus answered simply, his voice weak from long vorns of exhaustion and malnutrition. He did not smile as he sat in his chair connected to a thousand and one wires. The Matrix glowed faintly in his exposed spark chamber, seemingly at peace with the connectors that were hooked into it. This was the end, and even the relic knew it.

“I won’t be able to come back, will I?” No response greeted his question as Ratchet stared out into the void outside their ship. They were the last, at least to their knowledge. Even if others had survived, the Unmaker’s reign was in full swing. He would get them all eventually, or failing that, the lack of energon would kill off whatever remained of their species soon enough. 

The stabbing pain in his tanks reminded Ratchet of just how much time he had left. Ratchet had been given what little remained of their stores so that he would be able to endure the journey. Optimus did not look nearly as healthy, not that Ratchet was healthy by any definition of the word either.

“When this is done, the Matrix will have no more power to give. This place, our universe… it will be no more.” Optimus’s weakened voice echoed in the ship and Ratchet found his servos clenched into fists. He had long ago accepted the deaths of the remainder of their kind. Vorns upon vorns of watching those he loved be picked off tended to have that effect. Still, the idea of everything fading away… it ached.

He wanted to die beside his Conjunx, not abandon him to the coming darkness.

“Why can’t it be you?” Ratchet knew the answer to his question even as he uttered it into the relative silence of their shuttle. Optimus needed to power the space bridge. Relics were the only objects known to be able to tear through the seams of reality. The Matrix was the only relic that remained. It was the only possible tool that could be used, and since it was bound to Optimus, he needed to stay behind. Sending him through with the Matrix serving as a power source at the same time was asking for a catastrophic explosion that would kill them both.

Although, if Ratchet were honest, he wouldn’t mind that outcome at this point. 

“You know that this is the only viable option. Not only are you the only mech capable of stepping through that portal, your presence was always one which did not warrant much suspicion.” Ratchet looked over to his Conjunx, his optics cycling in tiredly on the emaciated mech before him. Optimus no longer had the luster of a mech of his station. His limbs were thin from disuse and his armor had largely grayed. His face was gaunt and his spark flared weakly in his chassis behind the Matrix. 

He didn’t have long left either.

“I know that… I just wish we could have greeted the end together.” Ratchet’s servos shook and he felt coolant gather in his optics as he stepped forward to the one mech in the universe who gave his life meaning. Optimus smiled sadly and drew Ratchet in for a gentle embrace. It was cold, neither of them healthy enough to produce more than the barest heat signatures. The wires that connected to the Matrix slithered along the exposed seams of Ratchet’s form, but he paid them no mind as he rested his face in the crook of his Conjunx’s neck.

“I would have given anything to stay with you my love, but now… this has grown beyond us. We must perform our final function.” Optimus’s words echoed in Ratchet’s mind, and all he could do was cry. 

“I don’t want to leave you here alone.” His vents hitched as Ratchet clung to Optimus’s frail form. His dear Conjunx merely rubbed small circles onto his back while humming a soft tune. He could hear the space bridge power on behind him and sense his bond to his Prime growing weaker along with it. This was it. This was their final farewell. Ratchet had been preparing for this moment for vorns as they worked on the calculations needed to make this grand effort successful, but it still felt like his spark was being torn asunder. 

Ratchet was not the first to go through the portal. Others had gone, and all had vanished without a trace. Bumblebee and Smokescreen were by far the most notable losses. Without a way to confirm if they had survived, only a few attempts to send mecha through the portal had been made. There was no way to be certain it even did anything. For all Ratchet knew, he would be vaporized the moment he stepped into the portal. Despite that, it was a chance for one of them to make it out alive, and he wanted to hope if only for Optimus’s sake.

He wanted to believe that their desperate struggle to preserve something of their dead universe would have meaning. Two of their sons had been lost to the cause. For them, he begged their deceased god with all his spark, praying that this would work.

“It is time.” Optimus’s voice was a mere whisper as Ratchet finally pulled away. A small holodisk sat heavy in his servo as Optimus passed it to him. Ratchet couldn’t bear to look at it as he put it into his carrying compartment. They had an agreement, one that Ratchet did not understand but would adhere to anyway.

The disk was Optimus’s final message, and Ratchet was only to play it when ‘Megatron' became relevant’. He didn’t know what that entailed, but as their universe crumbled, Optimus saw things that others did not. Visions, echoes of a different time and place. It was not Ratchet’s place to doubt him now.

He burned the image of his dying Conjunx’s gentle smile into his memory as he steeled himself and stepped in front of the swirling space bridge. His spark cried out as he sensed Optimus growing weaker, but he merely grit his denta and spared one final glance at the light of his life.

He couldn’t hear the words, but as the light began to fade from Optimus’s optics, Ratchet could have sworn the glyphs echoed in his very spark.

“I love you.”

It took all his strength to step into the portal and leave the plane of existence he knew and the mech he loved behind. 

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Colors assaulted his vision in every conceivable hue. Sounds he could never describe in a million vorns collided with his audials. There was no up or down, there was no sense of stability amidst the vortex. Despite that, Ratchet kept walking on ground that he could neither feel or see. He pushed onward, using what little strength remained in his weak frame to break into a sprint as he sensed his tie to his Conjunx finally snap. He couldn’t tell if he screamed, sobbed, or cursed as he pushed on, but it didn’t matter much within the seams of reality. 

Agony burned in his spark, emotions battled in his processors, and exhaustion weighed heavy in every part of his frame. Combined with the endless colors and sounds around him, it was all too overwhelming to consider. He had never felt so alone as he had in that seemingly endless moment walking between the gaps in the universe. Memories filtered across his vision in strange hallucinations and shapes as he dragged himself through the sea of light. Some were pleasant and depicted the good times he had with Optimus and later the soft moments they shared together raising Bumblebee. Others were… less joyful.

Burning cities, plague, bodies piled high, the exodus, the slow death of their species, the Unmaker’s awakening, the deaths of all those he held dear, and of course, that last spark crushing moment he shared with his Prime. The many long vorns of strife, the slow loss of hope… as much as it hurt, it pushed him on through the barrage of sensation and the simultaneous lack of it.

Finally, after what could have been mere nanokliks or a whole eternity, Ratchet emerged from the space between realities. Something shifted in him as he did so, and a harsh pain assaulted his very being. His consciousness sharpened, and he sensed another mind pressing up against his. He knew this hypothetical, and while not trained in how to handle it, Ratchet pushed on. His mind pressed against the other and he was quick to assert his dominance through memory and emotion. His spark screamed at the loss of his Conjunx and the memories of all he’d had taken from him. Conviction he needed to fulfill his final function propelled him until at last, the other far less tempered mind shattered.

He returned to himself suddenly as he stood up. A universe could not handle more than one version of the same individual. Only one could exist at a time, at least according to Perceptor’s calculations. Looking around him, he could see that he was inside of his old hab before the war. It was a distant memory, one that he hardly recalled after so long. And yet, it was familiar to see his certification hung on the wall and his usual additives on the counter.

The scene was broken only by the unfortunate reality of his actions and the consequences thereof. At his pedes was the barely venting form of his counterpart, the mech in question looking up at him in fear. Ratchet knelt down and placed a servo on his counterpart’s helm and hummed a gentle tune as he did with all his dying patients. His counterpart eased a degree at the song. They both knew the melody and what it meant. Both had long accepted it.

Within a klik, the other Ratchet’s optics went dark and his frame faded away without any fanfare. There could only be one, and Ratchet had taken his younger and inexperienced counterpart’s place. Such was the cost of the knowledge he carried. 

Guilt hung heavy in his spark, but it was smothered as Ratchet steeled himself. There would be time to think later, preferably when his work was done and he could afford to be catatonic from loss.

“Forgive me for taking your life from you. But I promise, I will make this worth it.” Ratchet sighed as he stood and watched the form of his counterpart vanish. There was much to do, and his counterpart was now little more than a memory. He would do something to honor him later. For the time being, he had more pressing issues.

“Primus, they won’t think I am the same mech if I go around looking like this.” He grimaced as he walked over to the nearest mirror. He looked every bit the wartorn survivor of Cybertron. His armor was in shambles and he looked like he hadn’t gotten a deep clean in millennia. Of course he hadn’t done any real maintenance on his frame since the Unmaker destroyed Primus’s core, but others didn’t know that. He just looked like a horror movie extra.

It wouldn’t do. A slight vanishing act may be in order if he wanted to have a reasonable excuse for his appearance.