#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:

[kumashhii]

Okay, so snippet I wrote based on a dream I had where Danny turned a giw agent to his side

"Y'know, anyone who is liminal is on their list right?"

"Yeah. Anyone who is ectocontaminated is taken in to custody so we can cleanse them and prevent it from happening again."

"..." Danny makes a strange face at the word cleanse.

A beat of silence passes between them

"You...uh you know how that sounds right?"

"What do you mean?" Nat looks confused.

"Cleanse. You know even if that's what they're really doing, they're killing them or at the very least injuring them, heavily. You can't be," Danny waves his hands, trying to find his words. "You, you cant just be *cleansed* of liminality! Once you're liminal, you're liminal! You're forever changed. Forcefully removing the ectoplasm can cause ...death by destabilization... It would be like trying to bleach the blood out of someone."

Nathaniel's face goes blank. "Oh ancients," Danny whispered in horror "How many people do they have contained? How many have they done this to??"

Danny looked at Nathaniel and nearly snaps at him for his lack of reaction, until he realized that Nathaniel's blank expression was one of dawning horror and panicked dissociation.

Danny reaches out his hand "Hey, are you-"

Nathaniel flinches back away from Danny. He was starting to hyperventilate .

"No no no no no!" You're lying! We didn't... I didn't.." Nathan curls in on himself, clutching at his hair. "I,I,I,I, I didn't....th, they,they told me we were helping people ." Nathan weakly shakes his head. Tears stream through his tightly shut eyelids.

The wave of emotions is truly overwhelming to Danny. The panic, fear, revulsion, pain, are all secondary to the sheer amount of guilt and betrayal the man is drowning in. Danny's core aches. He wants to help him, no, he needs to help him but he doesn't know how.

[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?

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 9

[dinner after commitment scene. The team shares dinner, then Lucanis brings out dessert and coffee. It’s a merry occassion, with lots of fun tales and laughter. Lucanis can be caught repeatedly looking at Rook, who is laughing over her coffee cup, and smiling. Notes are made. As the evening winds down, Naimeryn offers to stay and clean dishes, standing and beginning to gather plates.]

THANKS TO @/cahwrites ON THREADS - who gave me the idea of a first kiss while washing dishes :3

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“Do you want an extra pair of hands?” Harding offered.

“Oh, sure -“

“Actually, Harding, there was something I wanted to discuss with you, if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me?” Emmrich said quickly. Naimeryn met his eye, and he gave her a quick wink. She frowned slightly, confused, watching as everyone but Lucanis cleared out, almost all of them with smirks on their faces. Oh. Were they… giving them time alone?

But then… but once they were gone, she felt immediately on edge. What now? She slowly set another plate on the stack in her arms.

Lucanis started to stand, and she gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “You cooked!” She said with a smile she hoped didn’t betray her nerves. “I’ve got this. Just relax a minute.”

She went to the sink and started the faucet, depositing the pile of plates and silverware into the basin. She’d always liked doing dishes, even when she’d had no choice. Hot, soapy water up to her elbows, steam to warm up her shivering bones… no one bothering you. It was peaceful, and had often been her only solace amid chaotic days. She let out a slow breath and willed herself to relax. After all, what was there even to be stressed about?

“There’s no reason I can’t at least help you clear the table,” Lucanis said after a moment, and she heard his chair scrape back.

“Oh, all right,” she said with faux exhasperation. She started washing the dishes she had while he gathered the rest. She took another deep, steadying breath. It was just a little extra time together. No big deal, right?

His hand brushed the small of her back, his chest pressing into her shoulder as he leaned around her to deposit the pile he was carrying into the sink. She told herself to be calm, but being this close to him had her heart beating at a dizzying pace. She turned her head to thank him, a lighthearted smile parting her lips.

They met his, just an accidental brush of flesh where he’d been leaning in to peck her cheek. She gasped, pulled back slightly, remembering their almost-kiss, afraid he would flee again.

“I’m sorr-“ she began, her tone panicked.

“No,” he cut her off, meeting her eyes with his. They burned into her even as he pressed his lips back to hers.

The dishes forgotten, Naimeryn leaned into him, both of their eyes fluttering closed of their own accord. His mouth was warm. His mustache and beard tickled her face, first gently, then more aggressively as she turned and deepened their kiss. His arm snaked around her waist, holding her tighter against him, and despite her hands being wet, he did not flinch away as she tentatively placed one on his chest and the other on his bicep. A contented sigh escaped her.

Honey and lavender cream, indeed. Sweet. Warm. Soothing.

He pulled back enough to press his forehead gently to hers.

“Are we done thinking this is a bad idea, then?” Naimeryn asked breathlessly, losing the teasing edge she’d meant for the question to carry.

“Maybe we’ve just decided bad ideas are better,” he smirked, then planted a kiss on her nose. “But you should know… Spite has informed me the others are watching from the door.”

Naimeryn groaned. “Of course they are.”

“Spite, you’re no fun!” Taash yelled, then there was a chorus of laughter and the door slammed shut.

[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-verse]

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."

[noakiie]

LiuJiu fanfic snippet

“Move, you stupid brute!”

The next thing he saw was his scummy Shen-shixiong pushing him to a side but before he had any chance to shout at him —because, really, who pushes their supposed ally out of the blue during a mission— he saw Shen Qingqiu collapse right before his eyes.

He didn’t understand at first. It was impossible that his ever graceful shixiong just tripped and fell in front of him. The demonic cultivator was dead, the mission cleared, so why is Shen Qingqiu on the floor?

A sudden concentration of chaotic qi shook him out of his thoughts. Shen Qinqiu was entering what looked like a qi deviation. He was surrounded by dark and violent energy. Liu Qinge was not versed on how to calm a qi deviation but he knew he had to act quickly. Even though he hated his shixiong, it was still his shixiong. He could not let him die there.

He didn’t understand how Shen Qingqiu suddenly fell into a qi deviation, usually —even if you were an obsessive fuck with an insane control over your scent and pheromes— people started releasing distressed pheromones before the actual qi deviation started. That was not something one could really control, it was a defense mechanism, the way the body asked for help by trying to alert someone and help them. So it was really strange that his shixiong’s scent had not changed even a little bit, it remained the same even now that he was fully into the qi deviation.

The oppressive qi started condensing around Shen Qingqiu until he was completely hidden by it. Just as suddenly as the qi deviation started, it dissipated. A heap of robes was the only thing in front of Liu Qingge.

‘Shen Qingqiu?’

It was impossible. He could not have disappeared right in front of his eyes, just a qi deviation could not make a cultivator disappear in seconds.

Lqg’s inner alpha was starting to get real anxious, because even though he hated the prickly beta he still was part of the pack. Liu Qingge being one of the most powerful alphas of the pack felt a duty to protect every member of it, even Shen Qingqiu. Just as lqg was slowly approaching sqq’s robes to try and find any kind of clue or track for finding his shixiong, a strong burst of distressed omega pheromones hit him. 

Instantly, almost involuntarily he started releasing a calming scent. It was obvious the omega was in sqq’s robes, they were in the middle of the forest, the only village more than a day-walking distance so it was practically impossible for an omega to be on the nearabouts. Looking closer lqg could see a small figure hidden in the heap of robes. Was that Shen Qingqiu? But it should not be possible, did he shrink somehow? but that did not explain the omega pheromones. 

Advancing quietly, almost like a feline hunting for prey, lqg approached the robes. It seemed as if the calming scent he was realising was actually working, as the distressed omega seemed to relax just a little bit, the sweet rotten smell diminishing a bit. 

A small bit of dark and dishevelled hair peeked through the tangled robes, and slowly it revealed a really small child, still hidden and just his head partially visible. 

Lqg did not even have to stop to wonder who this small child was because as outlandish as it seemed it was obvious that the child was sqq. They had the same piercing sharp green eyes almost permanently frowning –but slightly cuter on the small child– and the same pale skin and black hair. 

‘Shen Qingqiu? What happened to you?’

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Ah yes, the typical “evil capitalist businessman” disguise.

Finally updated Too Many Turtles! Link here :)

In which TOTTMNT Donnie dies, 2003 Mikey gaslights the server into thinking he wears glasses and ROTTMNT Donnie goes mad with power (again).

[ye-olde-tardis]

Here, my pretties, have a snippet that I cut from my Jayvik fic. It didn't fit with the rest of the story properly, but i love how it sounds, so I felt the need to save it.

"Don't apologize, Vitya."

His pronunciation is still terrible, and it makes Viktor flush pink despite himself. He swipes a tear away from his eyes.

"You..." he begins, his voice in the same register he uses to correct Jayces calculations. "...You are giving me emotional whiplash. And you need to work on your accent."

[nerdfins]

Transformers One AU Snippet

(Transformers One Starscream getting to know Transformers One Ricochet, long before the betrayal of the Primes.)

"Tell me, Starscream, what do you know about Gladiator matches?" Ricochet asked with a conspiratorial grin.

"I know they are brutal fights to the death. Highly illegal." Starscream continued playing a little dumb. "You watched them?"

"No. I participated."

Looking back at what Starscream witnessed of Ricochet's fighting style, it all made sense. She never held back when confronting an enemy, except to watch how they moved. She'd let them take a shot or strike at her to see how they worked and where their weak points were. When Ricochet struck, she struck hard and would go for the kill. A normal soldier when killing an enemy combatant would do so out of duty or self-preservation. Most were done at a distance with blasters. Starscream had seen plenty with haunted looks in the optics of soldiers when remembering the moments they snuffed the life out of another being. Quintession or not, death was not easy to mete out.

Ricochet was no ordinary soldier. When Ricochet fought, she did it up close and personal. There were rare times she'd use a rifle, and Starscream wasn't sure if she even had any internal blast weaponry. When not helping Megatronus Prime guide troops, Ricochet would be out in the skirmish. Megatronus used to be heard bellowing for her to get back to his side, but eventually that lessened to a shake of his head as the Captain would take off again. When Ricochet fought, it was a sight to see.

Starscream had seen her rip apart Quintession troops with her bare hands. Seen her covered in their blood, the green against the grey and purple of her paint. Heard her roar as she slashed with her dual-ended sword or the blades hidden in her arms. And, most chillingly, witnessed her grinning as she looked down at her kill. Ricochet would sometimes be laughing in an adrenaline-fueled rush before turning and going after the next opponent.

He never saw the hollow-eyed stare from her.

Ricochet was a killing machine.

"You're judging me, I can tell," Ricochet said.

"Does it bother you?"

Ricochet responded with a shrug. "Meh, not really. I've always been judged in some way for being a Gladiator. Sometimes with awe, sometimes with disgust. Which one are you?"

[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.”