#is this too long to be a snippet? idk

[solitaire-sol]

Sunday Snippet

Thanks to @groundzero-v for the tag! This is a bit from one of two Victorian Prongsfoot AUs in my WIP folder (well, the other might end up Regency, we'll see). This WIP, unlike the other one, is also a Muggle AU.

Sirius paged idly through the letters, the once-pristine stationary yellowed by the passage of time; the flickering firelight hardly made for the clearest illumination, but no matter. He had read those lines often enough to know them by heart, memorizing each stroke of ink, charting the way that the letters began as a neat but childish scrawl and slowly straightened, loops and whorls coming to stand at attention like a line of soldiers. They had started out as nothing more than a child's ramblings, little stories about the woods and the fields around Welspryng Grange and crooked sketches of the view from James' windows, and over time the content of the letters had shifted, easing into open words of fondness and veiled words of love. The last few letters, postmarked after Sirius' departure from England, were pleading and furious and remorseful by turns, until the last letter of them all, which contained only a handful of lines and a final farewell. 'I should have burned them,' Sirius thought, knowing even as he thought it that he could never bring himself to do so. 'I should have let that be the end.' It had been his intention, at the time, overflowing as he'd been with heartache and the righteous outrage of betrayal; Sirius had enough money that he could permanently set up house on the Continent, if he cared to do so, and never set food on England's gloomy shores again. Yes, he should have burned the letters and he should have stayed away, and yet, he had done neither. Perhaps it was some lingering sentiment from the boy who had devoured those silly little stories about chasing rabbits and splashing in brooks, from the youth who had eagerly awaited the end of the holidays and the return to school and to James, from the young man who had pressed those lines to his lips and longed for the chance to bestow such kisses on the hand that had written them. Perhaps it was cruelty, a malice born of a soul-deep wound, that had driven Sirius' return to England and his violent intrusion into James' proper little life. If the latter, then the embers of that bitter fire now burned low, for Sirius could no longer find it within him to take pleasure in his manipulations, and James had changed as well. He no longer resisted Sirius' provocations, but that impossibly honest gaze was no longer clouded with conflicting emotions: The violence of their coupling had diminished, though the vigor had not, and there were times when those clear hazel eyes were laden with such unspoken tenderness that Sirius was forced to look away. Sirius could lie to anyone, except to himself, and Sirius knew that it had never been about revenge, about the petty amusements with which he could so offhandedly ruin other peoples' lives. It had always been about James, about James and Sirius and the innocence that they had lost when the world had intruded into their humble London apartments, when Sirius had believed that the return of the luxuries lost when his family disinherited him would ease their life together, not bring it to an end.

I once again have no idea who to tag it always makes me feel like I'd be bothering people??? so an open invitation, I guess!

[arsenicflame]

It's a time-honoured tradition- every time Sam comes across Izzy (and Ed) in their travels, he asks Izzy to marry him. And every time, Izzy turns him down.

At this point, Sam is asking more for the sake of it than any belief Izzy will ever say yes, a remnant of childhood dedication touched with 30 years of heartbreak and regret- though even now, a small part of him still holds out hope. Sam's promises have only got more extravagant over the years, from a job as his first mate, to a captaincy, a fleet at his command, a whole fucking island if that's what Izzy wants- but he knows it isn't though, not really. If Izzy was ever going to agree to marry him, to leave his life and go with Sam, it wouldn't be for anything Sam could offer him. Izzy never did care for flashy shows of wealth, for a ship or to be captain. The only thing that ever mattered to him was loyalty given, and loyalty shown in return. 

It all comes to a head after Stede left and came back, after Izzy lost a toe, lost his leg. Sam hasn't seen him since before things with Ed started to really slide off the rails, before stress permanently set into the lines of Izzy’s face. So, when he sees a dishevelled man with a hoof for a leg in a no-name port, he doesn't even consider the idea that he might know him. It's only when he turns towards him, and Sam catches a glance at those oh too familiar tattoos, he realises this is Izzy, his Izzy, that stands before him.

Knowing Izzy's discomfort with pity, he doesn't treat him any differently than he would in years gone by, positioning himself in Izzy's line of sight before approaching and sweeping him up into a bone crushing hug. 

“Israel-goddamn-Hands!” he exclaims, as Izzy grumbles back a begrudging “Samuel-fucking-Bellamy”, a tradition almost as old as their friendship itself. Izzy might not hug him back, but he can’t keep the corner of his mouth from twitching, just for a second.

(If Sam holds Izzy a little tighter and a little longer than usual, well. That's his business)

By the time Sam lets go, most of the crew has appeared in the town square, drawn in by the commotion. They may have given Izzy his leg and welcomed him as one of them, but still there’s an underlying tension, with nobody quite ready to set aside everything that happened before the Kraken. Seeing him cosying up to an unknown man sets everyone on edge, unsure whether to come to their first mate’s aid, or to assume that they've been betrayed once again.

When Ed sees that the yelling was Sam, his hand goes tense where it's held in Stede's. He knows the routine, has seen it more times than he can count, but as he watches them part he realises that this is the first time in a long time he's unsure of what Izzy's response will be.

Knowing that something’s different, knowing that Izzy's feeling vulnerable already, Sam doesn't go for the same flashy proposal he’s been giving for years. He doesn't promise Izzy the world, he doesn't cause a scene (or, any more of a scene than he already has, anyway). He looks at the fractured man in front of him, takes his face in his hands, and says the exact same thing to him he said when they were little more than boys. “Israel, I have to ask you. I know what you'll say, but I have to try. Come with me. Marry me and sail away with me. I'll keep you safe”

And Izzy… hesitates. He glances over at Ed, at Stede, and says to Sam “...We’re staying in port for a week. Ask me again then”

That's the moment Sam knows there is something deeply, horribly, wrong. He's not just looking at an Izzy who got seriously injured in a fight and is struggling to cope, this is something so much bigger than that- and that Ed has something to do with it. Izzy wouldn't even be considering leaving if he didn't. Whether it was negligence or something more sinister, Sam doesn't yet know, but he intends to find out.

[alackofghosts]

vierapril day 15 - alternate universe

[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to everyone who's been tagging me, I've been slacking on posting here and keeping up with my notifs lmao but I appreciate y'all <3

sooo... did someone say post-bucktommy-break-up saltommy? 👀 (btw they're just friends here, no romantic feelings, just an unhealthy way to deal with shit for both of them lmao)

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“You okay?” He asks quietly, his grip firm, genuine concern in his face. Tommy must look like hell. 

“No.” Tommy admits, managing a crooked smile. “Not at all.” He turns fully towards Sal, his arm falling out of his grasp. Tommy takes a step forward, into Sal’s space. “Why do you think I’m here at this hour?” 

“Tommy.” Sal says, a hint of warning in his voice when Tommy takes another step into Sal’s personal space. “You know how it goes. It won’t make you feel any better.”

“I don’t care. Just- just shut up and kiss me.” Tommy gets so close their lips almost touch, his hands landing on Sal’s hips. “Please, Sal. If you- if you really don’t want to, don’t want me, just say a word and I’ll leave.” Tommy promises, though he doesn’t think he could handle a rejection well right now, when he’s already at his lowest. “But I need- I need you. Please.” He knows he sounds desperate, that’s because he really fucking is. He needs to feel something that’s not pain and heartache and sadness and so much self-hatred he could drown in it. For just a moment, he needs to feel good, at least physically. And it’s a guarantee with Sal.

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[betweenblackberrybranches]

Fuck it! Funky Sun design dunno what i will do with him but the tape recorder is important!

This Sun is a little fucked up actually

[claitea]

thinking abt that kyurem post actually. its honestly weird that pokemon didnt start becoming Characters in the mainline until sun/moon. like you had your plot important box legendary that played a part in the story but it was always just "bad guy makes it fight you and then you win and catch it and the day is saved".

in sun/moon Finally nebby finally feels like a little more than a plot device. thats lillie's friend who you need to help protect, and it returns the favor once it evolves. then there's ogerpon who is also an active participant in the plot, where her own choices (picking you over kieran) affect how things play out

point is i need the eventual bw remakes to have some kind of sidequest where you deal with kyurem's trauma. maybe reveal to the lacunosa town people that its not an evil monster.

[starmocha]

MC: I'd tell him to rest more often.

Zayne: It would be better if you told him to keep it up.

[mbirnsings-71]

hey Mads

Sasha told me ya know a lot about xem's Wrong Choice au,,,,, i read the doc but he said ya know more prob and to ask ya sooo

please tell me more?

HELLO?? RJDIEEKED HI sluggy Tfw do you mean Sasha told you to come to me about the Wrong Choice AU DNDLELELEL-

That's wild cause this started as Sasha's idea. This started because Sasha went "what if Martyn didn't cut off Ren's head? And also wasn't kinda insane-" And it spiraled from there- Truly the parts I really fixate on are the Flower Ranchers and Desert Duo parts because GOOD LORD SASHA WANTED A LITTLE ANGST FOR DESERT DUO AND HURT ME IN THE PROCESS- I'm gonna put it in a keep reading break because Idk Who's gonna wanna read this besides you But I'll share everything I know/have thought about extensively for this AU and Sasha ( @pup-pee ) can correct me if Anything is wrong cause it's been a hot minute since I read over the doc fully.

So my contributions to this AU have been me writing a little fairy tale for the AU which kinda goes like this;

The Tale of the Lone soldier and the heart giver Once upon a time there was a lone soldier, one who was on the last of his hearts. His luck was not the greatest to say the least. Stabbed, drowned, burned, and shot, needless to say his lives were lost. He traveled far and wide to kingdom to kingdom, town to town, careful as one can be, as not to succumb to the finality of death. In the recent town he stopped at however, he met a girl. The girl had introduced herself as Amia, and they struck up a bond far too quick. The townspeople had opinions of her. Said she gave out love too freely, said she was on her last life due to how many lives she had given to others, anything they could say really. The rumor mills spun round and round, yet they did not deter the soldier from seeking her company at each and every oppurtunity. He was supposed to stay for but a week. A week turned to a month, then to half a year. Every day spending time in her company, and eventually becoming accepted by the town as one of their own. There was no doubt about it, he was smitten for her if he had chosen to stay for this long. They have had long conversations, and he had gotten some truths about her over drinks of wine. That yes she had been unlucky in love, men leaving her when she thought they had fallen for her just as she had done, but she was not on the last of her lives. She was on the second to last, and she would only give her heart to someone who was able to reciprocate it and was able to stay. "My heart has to be in it, and so does their's, if I'm to be reduced to my final life." She said so gently and earnestly, that it made the soldier's heart yearn so loudly. He was shocked she didn't hear how badly it yearned. It's a year when the lone soldier decided to stay in town that a horde of monsters showed up. The once lone soldier helps as best as he can, managing to help slay all the monsters, but in the process gets injured enough to where he is dying. Bleeding out on his last life, but at least the town is safe. Amia is safe. He can accept his death as long as they're safe. "You're not leaving me that easily." A gentle voice he's gotten to know over the past year says, and he swears she sounds like an angel in this moment. He's sure he's done for, that is until he feels warmth. He was expecting his final death to feel cold and unforgiving as it had been in the past, but it's warm and feels like a fresh breath of air in his lungs. He still slips from consciousness and fades from the world. He's surprised when he wakes up in his bed, with Amia sitting besides it, looking at him with teary eyes. "What happened?" The lone soldier asks, and Amia gives a smile. "I gave you my second life." "But that means..." "I am on my last yes, along with you." "Then I suppose we should stick together, to make sure neither of us loses our last life." "I would like that a lot." She smiles as she kisses the man who has decided to not leave her side. They lived their last life out together peacefully in the small town, side by side til the ends of their dying days. Happily ever after.

But I assume you already read that on the doc- I'm actually still really proud of it, because this fairy tale is supposed to be a tale of how the lives system works and how one can give one of their lives to someone they love. I think this love can be romantic, familial, or Platonic just as long as you love the person enough to be willing to give them a life. Also everyone has 5 lives, they used to have ten but the watchers figured that was too many once players started getting more crafty with how they were interacting with hostile mobs. Also Respawn Mechanics are in play so if you die and you're not on your last life you respawn where you last slept.

Also For the Desert Duo stuff (which is ofc what I hyperfixated on, I literally helped Jay figure out Scar's Deaths and how they met goddamn it), There is a bit where in one of the later acts, Scar does get decapitated just a bit- It's part of the reason why I wrote this fairy tale the way I did. BUT YEAH NO SCAR GETS DECAPITATED AND HE'S ON HIS LAST FREAKING LIFE AND GRIAN, BEING FORCED TO TAKE A LIFE FROM HIM AND STILL HAVING PRETTY MUCH ALL HIS LIVES (cause something something third life parallels, Owing Scar his first life cause he accidentally caused Scar to die one time to a creeper IT'S JUST SO-) JUST PRESSES A KISS TO SCAR'S FOREHEAD, HOLDING HIS CHEEK, TO TRANSFER A LIFE TO HIM AND THEN HAS TO CUT HIS GODDAMN HEAD OFF TO MAKE THE RED KING LET THEM TAKE MARTYN AND IT'S SOOOO- @cannimochi actually drew art of it that IDK if they want to share or not so I'll let them decide that but it is one of my favorite Desert Duo drawing of their's to date!! And so after That Grian is kinda in a haze and not sleeping because he feels guilty about decapitating Scar and Martyn is kinda concerned.

Don't worry though!! Scar comes back! Scar comes back to Monopoly mountain, Lilacs and poppies in hand, and apologizes for Putting him through that But Grian doesn't really care right now as he's Clinging to Scar so tightlyand telling him to Never have him do that again and because Scar is a menace he asks if this is about the flowers but Grian just frowns and goes “You know what I mean you big lug!”

It's then that Martyn lets the cat out of the bag that Grian hasn't been sleeping cause Martyn's a little shit and well well well can't have that! Despite his better judgement and how sore his body is from respawning and just general chronic pain of dying, He carries Grian to bed and we get these two things that I wrote:

Luckily for him Grian is light, ‘Hollow bones and all that’ the Avian had explained to him once before. Unluckily for him however, Grian is clinging to him so tightly at the moment that putting him down on the bed might be an issue. “Stay… please.” Grian quietly asks, and if he had any plans on leaving (he didn't), those are out the window now cause Grian said please. Scar can’t turn him down with that magic word.  “I wasn't planning on leaving G. I'm here.” Scar says and it seems to soothe Grian enough to loosen his grip so Scar can actually maneuver him out of his hold and onto the bed. 

Scar doesn't mean to fall asleep. Genuinely, one minute he was laid next to Grian just to make sure the other didn't freak out if he couldn't find him, and the next moment he was being woken up suddenly by a loud noise. If he had to take an educated guess, he would say it was probably TNT. He duly notes that something is over him now that does not feel like a blanket whatsoever, and that Grian is speaking. “What was that?!” He can hear clear as day, because the voice is coming from right next to him.  “Nothing! I just tried to fix one of your traps! Didn't go so well! Go back to bed, Grian!” He hears Martyn yell out, and he can hear confused squawk that Grian lets out at that. “Which one?!” “None of your concern! Go back to sleep!” “‘None of my concern’ he says! Those are my traps!”  “And they'll be there after you sleep G.” Scar says, as his arms tighten around Grian's waist. Does he know when he and Grian started cuddling while they were asleep? No, but it's not a bad thing he thinks. “But Scar-” “No buts Mister- It's sleeping time, and I don’t know about you but I’m tired.” Scar says, and is he laying it on thick? Probably, but it's not an exaggeration. He is tired, after the respawning and the long walk back to the mountain and the pain he has at the moment, he’s allowed to say he wants to go back to bed. Preferably with Grian, because those eye bags under his eyes are pretty concerning in Scar’s opinion. “...Fine.” “Good.”

They're still big wips and mainly just writing practice for myself but they are what I have- I also have what I think should be Desert Duo's first kiss in that AU but that's also just a silly one-shot of me using Jay's AU as a way to get myself to write- BUT YEAH NO APPARENTLY THEY EVENTUALLY GET ENGAGED AND/OR MARRIED WITH CURSE OF BINDING RINGS AND I THINK ABOUT IT WAY TOO MUCH- LIKE RAAAAA!!! There's also Scar and Grian actually talking about what happened but that's in Sasha's DMs so I'm not gonna go searching for those.

THERE'S ALSO FLOWER RANCHERS IN IT!! Cause I converted Sasha to the flower ranchers side. I saved Jimmy Solidarity in the AU CAUSE SASHA WAS JUST GONNA MAKE HIM DIE- Now he died via Rock to the head and woke up in Tango's ranch with Amnesia!! And Scott is searching so hard for his husband (even though they never got actually married.) and just they end up in a polycule and Jimmy is trying so hard to Court Tango and Scott's just giggling because he's already gone through this with Jimmy, oh his poor sweet boyfriend is trying so hard- JUST THEY LOVE EACH OTHER OKAY OKAY THEY GET PEACE-

Also Joel and Etho are in the AU I believe, I think Me and Jay joked about them being pen pals to each other but that might've been for another au- Also Skizz was in this au BUT SKIZZ DIED AND IT MAKES ME SAD SO SAD!!

and that's basically everything off the top of my head that you probably wouldn't have gotten from the Doc without like Spoiling possible ideas Sasha would want it to go into- again Sasha is free to reblog this and tell me any corrections he wants made because woo boy it's been a hot minute!! ANYWAYS LOVE YOU SLUGGY YOU'RE ALWAYS FREE TO COME ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT ANY AUS!!! I'm sure I'll be a lot more knowledgable about my own AUs than anyone else's but yeah-

[residentialsinyomakai]

(Holy carp. Click for better quality because tumblr crunched it)

Regina doodle that got out of hand while my friends and I were on call,,,, my fave girlevil 🙏

From folklore frenzy!! As usual wahaha >:)

[tartagliove]

hewwo, zebra! i would like to humbly request some vampire childe fic crumbs, if you would please hahaha ❤

hiii kaija!! I hope you're doing well! oh my gosh I'm so excited that you asked hehe, here's a snippet of an interaction between vampire!Childe and Reader ^u^

“What brings you here, Ajax?” He turns to keep you in view as you work. “Would you believe me if I said I was here for bread?” “No,” you say flatly. He clutches a heart to his chest and staggers dramatically. You simply step around him and make your way behind the counter. “You wound me! Perhaps I want to take your bread with me as I leave town.” That catches your interest. “You’re leaving?” You pause, then say, “Good. You’re as white as a sheet.” Childe grins. He leans against the counter, propping his chin up with one hand. “Aww, are you worried about me, sweetheart?” “Hardly,” you tell him. Placing both hands on the edge of the counter, you lean toward him, with a playful look on your face. Childe inhales slowly, your amusement sweet on his tongue as you say, “I just don’t want Teucer to be sad when his pitiful older brother keels over from dehydration.”

[acertainmoshke]

I feel bad because I don’t want to contribute to the slowdown of writeblr but while I’m still here I’m also too busy and tired to participate in things as regularly or actively as I did a year and a half ago

I want to read and send and answer things but. Not instead of writing, or crafting, or working, or reading, or whatever

It feels like when I was first in discord friend chats and I felt like I was never around compared to everyone else because I was in college with a job and didn’t have infinite free time

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday🎄

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

i wasn't gonna post anything but i wrote quite a lot today and need validation lmao (I think I might be about halfway done but who knows, it always gets away from me haha) today some buckley siblings feels, and hopefully soon ill get to the fluffy christmas part haha

prev snippet

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"(...) I used to make stuff for Maddie, and then when I was older I would save money to buy her something small and mostly symbolic.” he glances at Eddie. There’s a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and sadness on his face. “She made all my Christmases bearable, and after she left-” he stops abruptly and quietly clears his throat. When he speaks again, he doesn’t finish the sentence. Eddie wants to ask, but he figures Buck will share what he’s comfortable sharing, he doesn’t want to push. “But that was the one thing I wanted so badly, more than anything, more than any cool toys or- or anything,” he chuckles again, “and Maddie tried to give it to me, and she got in trouble for it. So after that, I just never asked again.”

“Buck.” Eddie says softly, wishing he could do anything to make it better, to fucking go back in time and give Buck all the Christmases he ever dreamt about.

“But I always wished-” Buck continues, then glances at Eddie nervously. 

“Wished what?” Eddie’s thumb softly swipes along Buck’s neck and jawline, as far as he can reach. He just wants to comfort him somehow, and at the moment this is the only way he knows how, just a comforting touch, being there, listening.

“That one day, when I grew up,” Buck looks down at his lap again, his voice getting even quieter, “I’d have my own family and I’m gonna do matching Christmas sweaters every single year, and take tons of pictures of us all together, and-” he pauses again, and, with a teary laugh, raises his hand to wipe at his eyes. Eddie wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him. (...) “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t-” Buck shakes his head, and leans away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie aches to keep touching him, to reach out and follow, but he respects that clearly that’s not what Buck wants anymore, that’s fine. “I don’t have my own family yet, so it doesn't matter. Let’s just drop it.” he says, tone decisive, face red, eyes glued to the screen again. 

Eddie frowns. What the hell is Buck talking about? He has a family, right here.

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[bosspigeon]

so due to money issues and also the fact that i have kind of a Big Project in the works i'm trying to figure out kofi and hfdjshg lord help me

[cuteniarose]

thoughts on ming-hua x p'li??

Unfairly attractive OTP rare pair that deserve a lot more love than they get, what else can I say?

[clarabowmp3]

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[flyingspicerack]

hmm ...