#lola snippet

[eldelasuerte]

Wips

Wips everywhere part 2

[nani-nonny]

Mahjong! :D

Frida learned from the VIP elderly ladies who frequent the Battle Nexus. These elderly women taught Frida that knowing mahjong will introduce her to many people and create connections beneficial to Big Mama. One of them even met one of Big Mama’s patrons through mahjong, who then introduced her to the Battle Nexus!

I’d like to think Frida invited Casey Jr to play, despite being too young to understand. But F!Leo was there to help Jr :)

Word Count: 1.7k+

Fi sets up the table, a rickety old pile of planks lined on top of a tipped-over shopping cart, after shuffling the tiles. She aligns the tiles in a long two-tiles-high line, stopping at the eighteenth before creating the next line of tiles. She notices Jr’s eyes wide with wonder, a small hand reaching for a tile too far as he grunts in a little voice.

Fi leans over to hand him a random tile, to which he flips over to show her a red flower with the little number one on it. He waves it in the air and asks, “What is it? What’s it say?”

Fi answers shortly, “One.”

Junior raises a brow then waves the tile with much more force, nearly swinging his body off his makeshift chair—a wooden crate. His voice comes out in a growing whine as he corrects, “No! Tita Fi! What’s it say?!”

Fi look at it again, searching in her brain for the answer. She’s not fluent but she remembers the elders reminding her time and time again of the characters on the tiles. She needed to remember them in order to play, after all, the rewards they gifted were beneficial at the time.

“Spring,” she answers, pushing more tiles closer to her reach as she finishes the wall.

Junior lowers the tile to his face, staring so close that his eyes cross. “Is there a two?”

Fi shifts the wall she finished to start the foundation for the game as she answers, “Yes.”

She begins grabbing more tiles, stacking them and lining them to make the next wall. She ignores Junior’s expectant eyes, but waits for his next question.

The one thing she learned from Junior is that children are filled to the brim with questions about the world. Michelangelo often referred to them as sponges, but they’re more like parasites in Fi’s eyes. Leeching off those around them to grow larger and larger until they move to their next target… Michelangelo would disapprove of this idea if she ever corrected him on the sponge idea. She should keep it to herself.

Junior’s hand raises, the tile missing from his palm as he asks, “What’s the two?”

She answers stoutly, “Summer.”

Junior’s brows furrow before rummages through his pocket and slams the tile on the table. “Why not the flower?”

Fi hums in response, ignoring the glare the boy locks on her. When she shifts the third wall of tiles, she realizes his face won’t relax until she answers him. So she responds, “Because the flowers represent the seasons.”

“The seasons?”

Fi nods as she begins making the final wall of tiles, “Yes.”

“What seasons?”

Fi raises a brow at that. She remembers vividly the Computer teaching the boy about the weather, including the seasons and how the weather shifts according to the seasons that pass. But she answers regardless, the boy asked a question so she must answer him. “Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.”

“Oh! I know the seasons!”

She nods, pushing tiles closer to her one final time as she finishes the wall. “Indeed you do.”

“Why are there seasons in ‘jong?”

Fi shifts the final wall to the foundation, completing the square in the center of the table. “It’s mahjong.”

“Mah-jong,” Junior repeats, standing on his chair for a better look.

“It is part of the flower tiles,” Fi answers, rolling her dice in the center of the foundation. She counts out loud for the boy the number that she rolled before creating the flower pile. She gestures to the pile and says, “The more flowers you obtain, the more tiles you get from this end.”

“Why do I need the flowers?” He asks, reaching for the flower pile.

Fi looks up in time to see Leonardo slide into the room, silent and quick as ever. The slider swoops in, taking the boy’s seat as he scoops him into his arms in a single movement. The boy, caught completely unawares, releases a high-pitched squeal and bursts into a fit of giggles when Leonardo hangs the boy upside-down by the ankle.

“So you can make more money!” Leonardo answers the boy’s question with a full smile, laughing lightly at the boy hanging in his grip.

Fi ignores Leonardo as she divides the tiles from the foundation into her and Junior’s hand of tiles. “Good evening, Blue One,” she greets the slider, expertly divvying up the tiles with a swiftness and flipping her hand in one attempt.

Leonardo places Junior on his lap and copies her, almost fumbling the tile flip but saving it with the expertise of the renowned face-man. He winces mockingly as rearranges Junior’s tiles, “Aw, come on, FiFi, ‘Blue One?’ How long are you gonna call me that? You know my name—you call Mikey ‘Michelangelo’.”

Junior pokes at his tiles, distracted by their color and array of Chinese characters.

Fi flips over her flower tiles: two green dragons and one spring flower. She watches as Leonardo hands Junior each of his own flower tiles, a total of seven, and lets the young boy flip them over.

“You are the Blue One among your kin. I don’t see a problem with calling you as you are,” Fi answers coldly, watching as Leonardo lifts the boy over the table to grab seven tiles from the flower pile.

Leonardo frowns as he places Junior on his lap after the tiles are picked up and organized the tiles for him again. “Maybe I should demote you, huh, Masky?”

Fi organizes her own tiles, taking note of the pieces she has. “My answer remains the same, Blue One,” then she looks at Junior to answer his forgotten question, “I’ve been told that the flowers represent the long, spinal fin of the dragon.”

Junior’s eyes widen, sparkling with interest as he jumps to his feet, balancing on Leonardo’s thigh. “Dragon?!”

Fi nods, “Yes, Little One. The purpose of this game is to create a dragon. You create the body and the eyes, using your tiles to call mahjong.”

Leonardo raises a brow, making a light joke, “Why not a turtle?”

“Because turtles are often underappreciated,” Fi answers.

Junior gasps, “Can I make a turtle?”

Fi pauses. How can she make it so the boy is making a dragon instead of a turtle…?

She raises a flower tile, staring at spring, then at the boy’s flower tiles. Then the idea comes.

“Then instead of the fin, these will be the shell of the turtle. You will still make the body and eyes of the turtle.”

Leonardo smiles, poking Junior’s sides as he teases, “You need to get more flower tiles to protect the turtle, Junior!”

Junior immediately starts reaching for the foundation, little hands making grabbing motions as Leonardo holds him back.

Fi shakes her head, “No, Little One. We take turns picking tiles, you wait for the other party to make their move. And slowly, you build your turtle.”

Leonardo picks Junior’s first tile, letting the boy stare at his tiles.

But Fi’s focus shifts to Leonardo. She was meant to watch over Junior because everyone else was busy preparing for an ambush. Leonardo is the leader of the Resistance. Why is he here instead of the meeting?

“I thought you were busy,” Fi says softly, immediately picking her tile from the foundation after Leonardo discarded Junior’s tile. She immediately adds it to her hand to make a pair and discards a tile.

Leonardo helps Junior on the boy’s turn, he glances at Fi before discarding a useless tile to the center. “There was something I wanted to ask you.”

Fi raises a brow and picks up a tile before throwing it back in the center, deciding it’s not worth keeping. “And that is?”

Leonardo picks up a tile that makes Junior’s eyes widen. The boy points excitedly as he explains, “Uncle Lee! That one!”

Leonardo nods and discards a different tile for the boy. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes when he answers, “It’s about the—,” he stops when he realizes Junior is watching him with the happiest smile. He smiles back at the boy and ruffles the boy’s hair, “The mission.”

Fi picks up the tile Leonardo discarded and adds it to her hand. She stares at her hand for a moment, thinking over how to phrase her words that won’t capture the boy’s attention. “And how does that concern me, Blue One? I’m busy watching Casey’s boy.”

Junior’s head perks up, “My mom? What about my mom? Is she coming back?”

Fi discards a tile and answers, “No, Little One.” She raises a brow at Leonardo and asks, “Did it backfire like I said it would?”

Leonardo scoffs as he picks a new pile and discards from Junior’s hand, “No. But something’s come up, and it’s got your name on it.”

Fi pauses mid-reach for a new tile, her hand hovering over the table and the game’s foundation. Leonardo hardly reaches out for her in this way. And it’s usually for something the Hamatos themselves refuse to do themselves. Their morals wouldn’t allow it. But having been raised under Big Mama’s care, she hardly has any left over.

She sighs. She picks a new tile to find a white dragon tile and discards it among her other flowers, flipping it face up. Her finger lingers on the engraved surface, thinking over what it could be. She picks up a tile from the flower pile to find a character tile. Four…

Fi discards the ‘four’ tile to the center of the foundation, her finger lingering on the tile to look Leonardo in the eyes. “How soon do I leave?”

Leonardo picks up the tile she discarded and flips two other tiles to reveal a pair that matches said tile. He pats Junior on the head as he calls the matchup, “Pong.”

Fi narrows her eyes and repeats, “How soon do I leave?”

Leonardo picks a tile and discards another, he uses Junior’s hand to wave at Fi as he answers, “Immediately.”

Fi rises from her seat and takes the tile Leonardo discarded to flip her matching pair, a three-of-a-kind set of four-circle tiles. “I expect my reward once I return,” she demands coldly, then takes a step forward to pat Junior’s head.

“I have to go, Little One. I’m sorry I can’t finish the game with you,” Fi apologizes and turns on her heel before Junior can respond. “Send me the information, Blue One. I’m leaving.”

As Fi leaves, she hears Leonardo call after her, “Pong! And mahjong! Junior’s a winner!”

[anxso]

DROWN

Misty's vacation home by the coast had more windows than walls. Clustered in a copse, it struck the perfect balance between privacy and oceanic atmosphere. The full moon cast silver pools onto the king size bed, much of its space empty since Carly held Misty in a tight spoon. They both had a view of the trees swaying in the ocean breeze. She'd left the sliding glass door open to hear the waves crashing against the cliffs.

"I love being so close to the sea," Carly whispered. "The salt in the air, and how clean it smells! The Satellite and Neo Domino docks are..."

Plagued by the stench of rotten fish, Misty knew. She had no knowledge of Satellite prior to her death. She'd explored every inch of the island while awaiting her shot at vengeance. The smells haunted her even now.

"Terrible," Misty said.

"Yeah! Yeah." Carly followed up with her signature awkward chuckle. "I've seen the cliffs, but is there a proper beach around here? I'd, um, love to spend a beach day with you."

A sigh whistled through Misty's nostrils. A memory assaulted her, so she did everything she could to ground herself in the present: Count the risings of Carly's chest pressing into her back. Revel in the warmth radiating from her precious partner. Run her hand over Carly's silky thigh, stopping to appreciate the smooth trenches of her stretch marks.

Misty said, "Have I ever told you how I died?"

"Ah... n-no. I know you were distraught over Tobi."

Misty's swallow was difficult, and her eyes burned. "I-"

The screech of the wheels. Ocean waves clashing beneath the beam of the headlights. Splash. Bubbles escaping the uncountable minute cracks in the car, air, her precious air; the rising pressure and the unstoppable sinking. Down, down, darker, darker. Her breaths came swiftly and she felt the blackout encroaching. She beat against the glass but she was weak, so weak, and she thought about how at least she'd have a chance to see Tobi again.

YOU HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS, MISTY LOLA. CARE TO MAKE A DEAL?

Awaking to the blinding hospital lights had her wondering if she'd reached heaven. No, no, she'd never deserve that. The new, bleak purple tattoo on her forearm further dissuaded the assumption. "A miraculous recovery," the doctors had said. She'd been officially dead for nearly an hour.

No one else would know how she'd remained so.

Misty still found herself covering her forearm out of habit, deeply embarrassed by the dark mark once gleaming there. Perhaps it was why she found herself lying in Carly's arms time and time again--someone who understood the impossibilities they'd suffered.

They'd inflicted.

"Hey, hey, I'm so sorry," Carly cooed. She used her thumb to wipe away tears running down Misty's cheeks. She hadn't realized she'd shed them. "No beach, okay? No beach."

And Carly was simple. Caring. Genuine. Misty rolled over and nuzzled into Carly's neck.

"Love you."

She could feel that big, goofy smile stretch Carly's lips. "Hehe, love you, too!"

Sleep found her, and though the nightmares persisted, she found forever comfort in waking to Carly's drool-dried face.

[kalolasart]

“I noticed that you really enjoy to corner me, while I sit on tables." “You can’t run away from me like this." “Why would I ever do that?”

Illustration for chapter 19. The interrogation of the Paper Hearts Black Clover fan fiction.

[peachyforrest]

little something i've got in the works ^^

[acacia-may]

Hi Acacia! 💕

Could I have 1, 15 and 24 for your ask game?

Hi Lola! I'm always so excited to hear from you. Thank you so much for the ask and for playing this writing excerpt game! 🥰 I chose exclusively from my BC library for you and hope you’ll enjoy these 💕

1 An excerpt of my writing that makes me smile

If you'll indulge me, I think I'll pick two! ^^ Since I just reread this and have really been thinking about Lorelei a lot recently, here is a snippet from "Lucky" which tells the backstory of how Henry and Lorelei first met when they were children (he's 10 years old and she is 9 here). It was fun writing about a little bitty Henry and giving him a friend since he's so lonely. Just one of those wholesome stories that gave me a lot of warm & fuzzies to write! 💕

Henry’s cheeks turned a bit rose when he realized what he had said, but Lorelei just laughed. “So you’re a mind reader? Can you tell me how I’m feeling right now?” Henry pursed his lips together. It usually didn’t work the way Lorelei thought. He mainly picked up on subtle differences and changes in mana signatures. What she was asking him to do know would essentially be reading her mind, but… “I can try.” Closing his eyes, Henry took a deep breath and searched for Lorelei’s mana. Once again he was struck by how warm it was in the softest, most gentle way. He could almost think of what it reminded him of, but he still couldn’t put a word to it. And he certainly couldn’t figure out her emotion from it. “I don’t know…” he admitted at last with a defeated sigh. He decided to make an educated guess. “Disappointed?” He would have been disappointed if he was her given the circumstances and the fact she would be stuck with him in this dreary old house when they grew up. “No,” she replied, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “I’m happy.” “Why?” The question slipped out before he could stop it. “Because you’re Henry Legolant, and you’re nice. I guess I really am lucky.” Henry’s face flushed a deep red, and he stumbled over his words until he eventually managed to choke out, “Lucky?” “Mhmm…like my magic. It’s lucky magic, and even if it’s weak, it still makes good things happen for me. Like when I almost fell down the stairs, but you saved me. And my parents picking out a stranger for me to marry when I get older, but he’s actually really nice and my friend.” “Friend?” Henry repeated the word incredulously. He shook his head in disbelief. Had she really said they were…? Could they really be friends? “Of course we’re friends, silly,” Lorelei chuckled, and Henry blushed red as he wondered if it was, in fact, Lorelei who could read minds. He felt the heat rising in his cheeks as a warmth began to spread through his chest; however, he stared down at his twisting hands and bit his lip. “I’ve…I’ve never had a friend before...” Lorelei hummed. “Well…you’ve got one now,” she replied as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and Henry could feel her sincerity in the flickers of her kind, comforting mana. As it swirled around him almost like a warm blanket, a smile tugged at his mouth, and he realized what it was her mana reminded him of. It felt like a home—the kind that he had only read about. Somewhere warm, cozy, and safe filled with family and friends who cared for each other. It was only a distant dream for Henry, but…now he had a friend so, perhaps, he could have a home someday too.

I also wanted to include an excerpt from "First Christmas" which is a fluffy little story about all the future Black Bulls celebrating together and trying to make the holiday truly special for Yami and Charlotte's son (since it's his very first one!). This snippet has some YamiChar and Rillmy, so it especially makes me smile! ^^

“Hey!” protested Finral. “You guys are so mean to me. You’re both married and no one ever gives you a hard time about it.”  “That’s because Rill is wonderful”—Charmy beamed at him—“there’s nothing to give me a hard time about, and we were all waited for years for the Captain and Charlotte to get together. When they finally did, we were just so relieved that they had stopped being so dense.” “Charmy, Rill didn’t even know who you were for how long…” bantered Vanessa. “We actually told him that you were his ‘food goddess,’ and he still didn’t get it. I don’t think you get to tease anyone for being dense.”  “That was a mistake,” said Rill apologetically. “But I know who she is now, and we’re very happy!” Finral patted him on the shoulder. “It’s okay. These things happen.” “He’s still not as dense as Captain Yami,” said Zora dryly. “Listen, I got married before any of you morons so I don’t think I’m the dense one here.” The room grew suddenly quiet as the entire squad just blinked at him. Yami frowned, as Charlotte’s cheeks flushed. She had learned pretty quickly that the Black Bulls had been waiting for her and Yami to get together for almost as long as she had, but she was still getting used to getting teased about it. “She was sending me a lot of mixed signals, okay? I was just trying to be respectful.” Vanessa snorted a laugh before she rolled her eyes. “They weren’t mixed signals. She was totally into you—even Magna noticed.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? I notice things!” “We were honestly starting to get worried it was never going to happen,” teased Vanessa with a wink, completely ignoring Magna’s protests. “But you figured it out, and now you have this little one.” She turned to Charlotte with a smile, and as ran her hand across Katsu’s back, he turned to look at her with wide blue eyes that looked far older than his years. “And he’s such a cutie! Do you think he’s ready to be held again?” Charlotte nodded as she held Katsu out to her and said, “Sure. Go ahead” to the wide-spread protestations of the rest of the squad who were promptly told to wait their turns. Smiling brightly, Vanessa took the baby and began walking around with him to show off the decorations. “Hi Katsu. Aren’t you just the cutest little man? You look just like your dad—especially with all this messy dark hair. If only we could get him in a Christmas sweater like this.”  Yami frowned. “Don’t even think about it.” 

15. An excerpt of my writing from an old piece that I like

I've decided to choose an excerpt from the first Black Clover fanfiction I ever wrote, Yellow Flowers, (I think only the first chapter is posted to Tumblr, but all 3 chapters are on AO3 and my old FFN account). This fic is my take on the backstory of how Vanessa and Finral became friends shortly after Vanessa joined the Black Bulls, and I'm still really proud of it, even though I think I have a much better grasp on the characters now. This whole scene in final chapter is probably my favorite in the piece, but here's just a snippet of it:

Inhaling sharply, Finral's voice hitched. He turned his entire body away from her, but Vanessa watched as his shoulders began to shake. He sniffled and wiped his hand across his face, and she wondered if he was crying. She stared at him, frozen, her breath getting caught in her lungs and her insides twisting—a pang in her chest. She had felt this once before. Once, when she was in the market with Gordon, she had seen a lost child sobbing and wailing for his mother. She had tried to will her legs to move—to go over and comfort him—but she had frozen, just like this. By the time, she had managed to take a step forward, the boy’s mother had come running towards him and took him into her arms, crying herself. Vanessa had been so relieved, but it had struck a nerve in her and she couldn’t help but think of all the children who didn’t have a family to love them—whose cries went unheard and who were all alone—children like her…like Finral. When she looked at him now, all she could see was a lost, crying child, beaten down so many times with those words: useless, worthless, coward—until he believed them. Her arms seemed to move on their own as she wrapped them around Finral—holding him tightly. “Va…Vanessa,” he half-gasped, half-choked, and Vanessa pulled back slightly. She had never hugged anyone before and worried it had made him uncomfortable. She was beginning to wonder if she should have asked him first, when his stiff shoulders softened and he wrapped his arms around her. Her eyes widened. She had never been hugged either. Since they were around the same height, she pressed her chin to his shoulder and pulled him close. She could feel him shaking—hear his shallow breathing, and she knew he was crying. Something prickled behind her eyes. She didn’t know what to say. She felt…helpless. “I’m so sorry” was all she could manage.   Eventually, he broke away from her wiping his eyes with a breathy, self-deprecating chuckle, “You must think I’m pretty pathetic...” “No,” answered Vanessa shaking her head. “You’re not pathetic at all. Your family is wrong about you. You aren’t useless. Your magic is defensive because you don’t want to hurt anyone—because you’re kind—and it’s incredible. I spent most of my life wishing for magic that could take me anywhere. If I had a power like that…” Vanessa’s voice trailed as she smiled bitter-sweetly off at the horizon. Her voice wavering, she let out a shaky sigh before she continued, “And running away—leaving your House—doesn’t mean you’re weak. Just think about it, you just decided to pack up your things and leave that awful place. You didn’t even have to be rescued…” She paused as her hands trembled, and the words got stuck in the back of her throat. “There are…a lot of people who aren’t strong enough to do that, and the fact that you did…that doesn’t mean that you’re a coward”—her voice hitched—“It means that you’re brave.” His watery eyes widening in shock, Finral’s jaw fell slightly slack. “Brave?” he whispered almost as if he didn’t believe it, and Vanessa nodded. Finral’s face was already red from crying, but she could tell a blush had filled his cheeks as a small smile formed in the corners of his mouth. “I’ve…never been called that before...” He chuckled lightly as his voice trailed. “Thank you, Vanessa.” Vanessa shrugged, but her face flushed. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

24. An excerpt of my writing that makes me go "huh...i wrote that?!"

I don't think I've ever mentioned this on Tumblr before, but I have a very cheeky Black Clover "Choose Your Own Adventure" story called "Surviving The House Vaude Soap Opera." (It was never posted to Tumblr so this is an AO3 link). You are Finral, and it's very silly, purposefully melodramatic, and tongue-in-cheek--definitely not supposed to be taken seriously at all. It started out as an actual game I created with my sister so it's designed to be read with a dice for really randomizing things, but you can also just pick the numbers you want 😅 Obviously it doesn't include every possibility but there are several endings and several possible pairings in there. It's fun but far and away the most wild thing I've ever written for Black Clover and I still can't believe I wrote it.

Here are some excerpts because I amuse myself...(each indented segment is a totally separate thing)

You realize the love of your friends is the only love you will ever need, and you live a long, happy, and unmarried life as uncle to all of the Black Bulls’ children. The… Who are we kidding here?! Roll the Dice.

You are too scared to express your feelings, so you run off to the Forest of Poisonous Beasts to hide out until Mereoleona Vermillion (who has money riding on this relationship) drags you out of there by force and makes you confess. To your shock, Vanessa reciprocates your affections and soon accepts your proposal. You marry. Mereoleona gets her money, and you’re so indebted to her that you name your daughter after her. The End.

Langris suddenly appears and goes off on you for always trying to steal girls from him—why can’t you just find some of your own? he argues failing to recognize that Vanessa was your friend first. It’s like some parallel universe when Langris insists that this time you just have a duel to determine who gets to marry her instead of drawing the whole thing out. He beats you easily and, then, marries Vanessa. To this day you can’t figure out his motives, but you like to think they’re happy and didn’t just marry out of spite or something. You settle down at House Vaude with Lady Finesse and live a quiet, happy life together believing that all’s well that ends well, right? The End.

Your brother Langris in a shocking display of kindness realizes you and Lady Finesse are deeply in love and out of the goodness of his heart—which you always believed he had (despite evidence to the contrary)—decides to step aside so the two of you can marry. 

Langris snaps at you that it’s none of your business and deflects the question before admitting that he can’t be with the woman he loves anyway so it doesn’t matter. Langris is capable of love? You’re so shocked and confused but desperately want to know the identity of this mystery woman. You push Langris for answers, but he refuses to tell you. 

You think some “liquid courage” may help you express your feelings to Vanessa and ask her to have a drink with you. After way more than just “a drink,” you end up kind of yelling “I love you!” at her in a drunken stupor and asking her to marry you to which she points out that the two of you are already married. 

In this category of "Huh? I wrote that?" there's also the entirety of Spite (but let's not talk about that...)

[sorin-sunchild]

You know what? I DO still listen to old Vocaloid's. I do still listen to old Engloids specifically, ones that I know don't sound fluent, that are limited by the technology they were created by. I love Big Al and Sweet Ann not because they sound truly real and have zero issues, but because there's something about their accents, their choppiness, the way some people can really make them shine, that makes me happier than hearing yet another flawless young anime-ish girl voice.

[a-dark-sanctuary]

"Say my name, Cyrus. Say my name!"

Those were the words that had been permanently branded into his inner thigh. He had been so embarrassed about it, he never wore shorts. 

A very dramatic sentence, but an embarrassing one nonetheless, especially because he was going to forget his soulmate's fucking name.

"Technically, fish can drown."

It was probably the most ridiculous sentence his soulmate could say. And it was stamped right into his hip.

Olberic decided that he entirely hated his soulmate.

"Hmm, yes, I think I know now who stole that tome..."

Olberic could only stare at the brunette scholar wearing a simple black greatcoat with golden embroidery draped over his shoulders.

The strangest thing was that he had brown hair and blue eyes, which was extremely rare, if not unheard of.

"Perhaps I should go have a little chat with him... just to make sure we all understand one another."

The scholar turned around.

"Sh- ah, forgive me for not noticing your presence. My name is Cyrus Albright, and I am a scholar of the Royal Academy. May I be of service?"

As Olberic's companions had all gone around the place, he was left alone.

"... are you alright? You seem troubled."

A flash of emotion came across Cyrus' eyes. Like a falling star it came, and like a falling star it left, replaced by a calculating expression.

"Never better, my friend. I see you are a warrior."

"How did-"

"Your sword."

Cyrus sounded almost dead inside.

"It is made from Hornburg Steel, only used by the bravest of knights. And the way it is styled... you must be Olberic Eisenberg."

Olberic weakly opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

"But how?"

Cyrus chuckled.

"I am a history professor, my dear. I would recognise the Unbending Blade from his sword. Although I must say that I should have recognised it from the iconic tunic you wear..."

Cyrus fiddled with the ribbons on his shirt - a habit Olberic would grow to know as a movement implying anxiety.

"... I could use some improvement."

Olberic couldn't help but laugh a little at the way Cyrus scrunched up his nose like a toddler denied sweets.

"Go to sleep, Olberic. You've done enough today."

Cyrus stood up and gave Olberic a stern look, one similar to a mother would give a child reading under the covers.

"But-"

"No buts, Olberic. Rest."

Cyrus left to take both their shifts as Olberic stared quietly at him then laid back down.

"Look out!"

Cyrus was shoved onto the ground as a slimeball zooped right past where he was standing before.

"Oh, that was too close for my liking. Thank you kindly, Sir Olberic."

"My pleasure."

Cyrus blushed as he realised that Olberic was currently keeping him pinned to the ground in a way that was definitely not innocent.

"Sir Olberic...?"

"Yes, Cyrus?"

"Could you kindly remove yourself from me?"

"Ah, yes. My apologies."

Primrose dissolved into helpless giggles.

"Hold still."

Cyrus yelped as Olberic dug his wrists into his lower back. He had moved a bit too fast and ended up with a crick stuck in it, and it fucking hurt.

A loud crack, and Cyrus could breathe again.

"That's much better... thank you, Olberic..."

Cyrus slumped against the elder.

Olberic raised an eyebrow at the affectionate - and rather intimate - gesture.

hehehehhee ‘fish out of water’ like the words……

these are a bunch of snippets of scenes that would be in the fic I’m assuming? looks cool! sad that it wasn’t meant to be

[biteyoubiteme]

dumdums

sometimes it’s okay to be a little stupid in love or lust

biteyoubiteme’s mini kinktober event 2024

hiiii and happy spooky season! my favorite time of the year is upon us so why not celebrate with txt <33 not all of these are spooky or too halloween related and each fic will have its own detailed warnings listed once it’s posted! these are just the bare bones for now <3 [m.list]

yeonjun ˖⋆࿐໋

mango flavored wc: 3.1k [NSFW] synopsis: you just love to hate each other.

snippet: "we shouldn't be doing this," you mutter breathlessly. "then tell me to stop, tell me to leave you alone," but his words meant nothing to you as your hands worked on his belt. rivals to lovers

posted: october 1st 2024

soobin ˖⋆࿐໋

blue raspberry flavored wc: 1.5k [NSFW] synopsis: he’s so cute when he asks, he’s even cuter when he doesn’t

snippet: "you need another one! I have extra in the nightstand," "I'll just pull out I promise, please, please," baby trapper/breeding kink

posted: october 9th 2024

beomgyu ˖⋆࿐໋

bubble gum flavored wc: 6k [NSFW] synopsis: you’re his favorite camgirl he never thought he’d see in person.

snippet: “do you think I could watch you?” those puppy dog eyes working wonders on your stomach, “please,” camgirl!reader

posted: october 10th 2024

taehyun ˖⋆࿐໋

sour apple flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: someone or something is always waiting by your window at night, why not leave it unlocked and see what happens?

snippet: "it's okay," he whispered, nose pressed to your ear, "there's no need to be scared i know exactly how to take care of you," incubus!tae/somno

posted: october 17th 2024

hueningkai ˖⋆࿐໋

mystery flavored wc: 2.7k [NSFW] synopsis: you didn’t think you would end up in the pervy boys bed until you did.

snippet: "show me how you touch yourself when you watch me," perv!kai

posted: october 23rd 2024

yeonkai x reader ˖⋆࿐໋

cherry flavored wc: 3.4k [NSFW] synopsis: two boyfriends are always better than one.

snippet: "look at me when he fucks you, i need to know if he's doing a good job or not," throuple/poly

posted: october 25th 2024

ot5 ˖⋆࿐໋

black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k [NSFW] synopsis: how many ghostfaces are there again?

snippet: “you don’t mind if we all share you, right?” ghostface!txt

posted: october 31st 2024

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[chdarling]

ok so, I can't, like, set a precedent for every time there is a catastrophic event in my country I post a TLE spoiler because let's be real, that's gonna be every day for the next four years at least and I only have so many non-major-spoilery TLE bits to share. But I'm making my way through an emergency bottle of prosecco and texting my friends about how in the face of the endless onslaught of late stage capitalism, fanfic -- a community built purely around love and joy and not a single drop of money being exchanged -- is in a small way something radical and precious and dare I say holy (did I mention I was drunk) and that should be honored on today of all fucking days, and ALSO we should all spend less time staring at gifs of that evil-ass motherfucker doing nazi salutes and more time crafting joy and creating community with each other so

here is a lil snippet from TLE3

as with all my spoiler snippets, I reserve the right to completely rewrite this before the final draft because honestly this was mostly an exercise in me learning how to craft sentences again mid-burnout, but!!!! here, have a lil moment of joy, maybe. i love you.

Excerpt from The Last Enemy: Marauders’ End

“So, what do you think?”

Sirius turned expectantly to his best mate, who stood beside him as the boys peered through the doorway of Sirius’s second bedroom. The room had been unoccupied at the time of Sirius moving into this flat a few weeks ago. Now…it decidedly was not.

“Er…” said James, who did not quite seem to know how to answer the question.

“Her name is Lola,” Sirius added in a reverent tone.

“She has a name, does she?”

“Of course she has a name, you pig.”

“Right,” said James. “Well, then frankly, I’m a bit hurt you moved out and left me for Lola.”

Sirius knocked his shoulder against James’s. “Come on. I didn’t leave you. We’ve been over this. I’m of age, I was going to have to get my own place eventually.”

“Yeah, okay, sure, but you barely made it a month before you shacked up with your new flatmate, Lola.”

Sirius grinned. “She’s sexy, isn’t she?”

“She’s…very shiny.”

“She’s the goddamn love of my life.”

“Okay, ‘she’ is a motorbike, mate. You’ve gone completely batty.”

Sirius laughed and strode further into the room where indeed the Muggle motorbike had been set up, dominating the space. It was a thing of beauty, all sleek lines and silver glint. The floor around the motorbike was haloed with the detritus of Sirius’s last few delicious days: all sorts of mechanical bits and bobs, empty beer bottles, an ashtray, a crumpled up bag of crisps, a few oily rags, and a confusion of Muggle tools, the names of which Sirius kept mixing up — a socket wrench, he thought that one was called. The spare bed that had once been the primary feature of this room — a springy mattress James had transfigured for the nights he was too pissed to apparate home (“Mum won’t mind, she put the security spells on your flat herself.”) — had been shoved into the corner to make room for this new sacred altar.

James did not seem as impressed with Sirius’s new acquisition as he felt his friend ought to be. “You’re just jealous,” Sirius told him, “that you’ve never known a love so true.”

“Ha. Touché.”

Sirius pulled a rag from his back pocket and began to lovingly polish a spot on the seat of the motorbike.

“You know,” said James, still observing from his post at the doorway, “I’m not sure it’s healthy, you spending so much time by yourself.”

“What time by myself?” laughed Sirius. “You’re here almost every day.”

This was true. Hardly a day had passed so far this summer that James hadn’t found a reason to come by. Not that Sirius minded. Though he’d never admit it, he liked living on his own rather less than he’d expected.

“Yeah, well…” James strode closer to inspect the motorbike. “Someone has to make sure you don’t go completely bonkers, all on your own here. Lola, I ask you. You know, if you start talking to the bike, mate, I’m hauling you off to St. Mungo’s too.”

Sirius leaned down and whispered to the handlebars: “Don’t listen to the mean man, Lola. I’d never leave you.”

James sat down on the spare bed with a mournful creak. “Besides,” he said, “Potter House is too quiet now, with you gone and dad all…entombed. Some days I think if I don’t get out, I’m the one who will go bonkers.”

Sirius turned back to his friend, suddenly somber. “Hey, you know I’m just joking, right? You’re always welcome over here. I love having you here.”

“Yeah,” said James, though the faintest tint of melancholy compromised his credulity. Sirius watched as James plucked an oil-stained rag from the bed, sniffed it, then tossed it aside with a wrinkled nose.

“How are things…?” Sirius ventured. “With your dad?” Fleamont Potter’s health had been in steady decline for years, but last Christmas things had taken a turn for the worse. The diagnosis seemed to be simply that he was old…though Sirius had a hard time wrapping his head around that. “Have things gotten any better?”

“No,” said James shortly. “And they’re not going to. It is what it is.” He glared at the wall for a brief moment, then sighed — a deep, intentional sigh, as though exhaling all his miseries in order to transform himself back to Sirius’s good-natured friend. “So…does she work?”

“The fuck d’you mean, ‘does she work?’”

“Well,” said James, “it hasn’t escaped my notice that the bike is in your spare bedroom, rather than, say, on the street. So either you and Lola have a far kinkier relationship than I care to know about…or she doesn’t work.”

A pause.

“She’s a work in progress, okay?”

“Knew it,” grinned James.

“Hey, have some respect,” said Sirius. “I’m fixing her up myself. It’s far cooler than just buying some shiny toy from a shop. This is my bike. Mine. I’ll make her fly, just you wait.” He stroked the bike handle. “Isn’t that right, Lola?”

“Yep,” sighed James. “Completely bonkers.”

[nani-nonny]

(A)PAF: Sibling moment between Casey Jr and his little sister

At this point I should admit I have no self control… anyways, another family fluff snippet that has very minor spoilers to the main story but honestly doesn’t spoil the plot.

Check the father-daughter snippet if you want more family fluff

Leonardo takes a sip of his tea in the kitchen, staring blankly straight ahead. He’s grateful for this moment of peace and quiet, especially after Lou’s crying that lasted all throughout the night. He was thankful Donnie, temporarily, soundproofed his train car because her crying would have kept everyone awake. He would rather deal with a crying baby than with the others’ sleep-deprived fury.

He knew parenting wasn’t easy, he had some experience with CJ. But he’s starting from scratch, so to speak. He only had to take care of CJ as a baby in short increments. Now he has to take care of a baby 24/7.

And just as he was about to take his next sip, Lou’s haunting cries echoed from his open train car. Sharp and nearly ear-piercing, it taunts him and his heavy eyelids.

With a sigh, he takes his mug and follows the sound of her crying. Each step he takes it gets louder, and louder, and louder. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought she was pulling out microphones and megaphones for each step he took.

He steps onto the threshold and her crying suddenly stops.

Fear erupts in his chest and he braces the doorway to push him forward, but stops dead in his tracks when his eyes land on CJ sitting on his bed.

The teen is sitting pretzel style on the blankets, the back of a small green head barely visible in the gap of CJ’s legs.

His son is smiling wide, clicking tongs in his hands as his head bops side to side. The tongs click click click in his hands to the rhythm of the familiar song he sings to Lou.

“Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Alimango sa dagat, malaki at masarap! Kay hirap hulihin, sapagkat nagangagat!”

CJ pinches Lou’s cheeks lightly at the final part of the song before kissing her diamond stripe. Lou giggles delightfully, her sharp chirps bouncing off the walls. She closes and opens her hands just like the tongs and trying to mimic the words CJ sings, but her little beak only opens and closes with small chirp sounds.

CJ takes a deep breath and sings slightly faster, clicking the tongs to match the faster rhythm, “Tang tang tang tang, pakatang-katang. Alamanga sa dagat, malaka at masarap! Kay harap halahan, sapagkat nangangagat!”

The teen pinches Lou’s cheeks again, earning those same sharp giggles that melt Leonardo’s heart. Tiny green hands reach up to pinch CJ’s face, opening and closing like a little crab. CJ shakes his head softly, a soft coo to his voice as he says, “Not me, Lou!”

CJ takes another big breath, dramatic and puffing out his chest as he does, but Lou suddenly chirps. It’s not a chirp of distress, but one that catches CJ’s attention and stops him.

Lou’s hands suddenly reach blindly behind her, closing and opening like a crab again.

“I’ve been found,” Leonardo teases and walks into the room.

“Sensei! I didn’t know you were there,” CJ greets and lifts Lou enough to stand in the gap of his crossed legs.

Lou chirps happily, tiny hands still grabbing the air like a crab in Leonardo’s direction. She coughs and suddenly yells in the smallest voice, “Da!”

Leonardo nods and takes her from CJ’s lap, lifting her into his arms and to rest in the crook of his elbow. She mimics CJ’s tongs clicking and head bopping, trying to sound out the words but they only come out as chirps and churrs.

She finishes the song by pinching Leonardo’s cheeks, a small effort that makes the father nearly collapse on his bed from how adorable her fingers felt. “Good job, Louie! You’re a little crab that bites,” he exclaims as he kisses her diamond stripe.

Lyrics: (it’s the same every verse but the vowels change)

Tong tong tong tong, pakitong-kitong. Crab in the sea, big and delicious. So difficult to catch because it bites!

[joejhang]

tkm trailer snippet of wymack v/o saying “fight because you don’t know how to die quietly” and on fight there’s like a moment of impact, the beat drops as exy sticks slam into each other, quick cuts and brief scenes of rough gameplay and the foxes fighting as he says the first part of the quote, ending with neil, bruised and bloody, punching lola in the throat. and then “win because you don’t know how to lose” and on win it’s dan hugging neil roughly after they win finals. quick cuts again and brief scenes of the foxes hugging and being happy, ending with neil grinning viciously up at riko before he says the “i’d ask you how it feels” line OR neil’s smile after he watches riko get shot. either works.

[disastardly]

Tagged by @eriquin with the word SYMPTOM

Rules: You will be given a word. For Each letter in that word, share a snippet from a WIP, then tag some friends with a new word.

Since I'm editing the final(-ish) draft of Ancient Hearts Emergence currently, we'll pull from that while I edit! I'm going to go to the end of the paragraph, starting from whatever sentence starts with the related letter.

S

She focused on the feeling, skin on skin, heat to heat, felt the magic building under the surface, and let it in, let him in.

Y

“You don’t trust carnie engineering?” They came around a corner, through a fog of bugs congregating around the funnel cake truck’s too-bright lights. He pointed to the closest ride, with a sign that proclaimed it to be the Gravitron. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t ride that thing?”

M

Madison wasn’t sure how she’d gotten so lucky. He leaned in, whispering into her ear, “Or maybe you’re looking to lose?”

P

Putter and ball connected just right, she knew it immediately; a dull thunk, the rustling of cheap astroturf, bumping off the edge and flying right between the blades, just like her lola showed her. She followed close behind, casually of course; silently, Nick was on her heels, ducking around the giant miniature building just in time to watch her ball arch gracefully up the embankment. Hanging for just a second, it dropped back down and plunked right into the hole, circling a couple times before settling into place.

T

The smile she gave him, so big it crinkled up her eyes and showed her gums, mouth full of half-chewed grape, that was maybe his favorite smile in the world.

O

Or maybe it was the–

M

"My twin senses tell me Vida’s hatching a plan and that’s never good.” He nodded and allowed her to lead.

and tagging... @sentinelofstories @regaliasonata @lordkingsmith @augment-techs and anyone who sees this and wants to play along

Your word is DISPATCH

[falafels]

Partaking in WIP Wednesday!!

I don’t actually know what that means but anyway here are all of my aftg fic ideas that I either have in progress (material document) or in the incubation stage (intangible string of concepts that sometimes flashbang me in the mind while i’m out)

-Seeing Double: Nicky POV with some snippets or stories from when he became the twins’ guardian. this one i have actually posted a chapter of over on ao3 and chapter 2 still in progress but aaron threatens to kill himself to a customer on his first day ever having a job and andrew punches a hole in a load bearing wall so he can use it as a climbing foothold to reach the rum and chocolate nicky keeps on top of the cupboard

-Leave tonight or live and die this way: Mary Hatford story!! so named for tracy chapman fast car because i love tracy chapman fast car. follows mary from about 6 months after she and nathan got married, lore on inner circle, lola malcolm bashing, nathan wesninski playing jump rope with the line between diva and deranged (hints of Lestat if im being quite honest), mary believing herself to be the sole brain cell possessor while in fact having 30% custody of it at best, and french bashing.

-kevin post psu fic where he moves to boston for his pro team and doesn’t know anyone, gets hammered at the first bar he finds and it turns out to be a college bar near harvard and there’s a trivia night going on. even face down on the bar kevin still grumbles corrections and someone there is highly amused by this so insists he join their team. and they like him so he’s invited to their library study session that week too. and kevin likes them so he goes along to it and realises they’re all harvard nerds and don’t have a clue who he is. and he makes actual friends based on something other than exy, but they all think he’s also a student and he doesn’t correct them. eventually they’re at a bar for a trivia night kevin couldn’t make and see a tv on and an interview of some sports thing and one of them squints and is like holdup. is that KEVIN?? scared of mice, sends emails to authors about typos in their books, probably needs glasses, drinks milk by itself KEVIN? anyway yeah don’t know what to call that one or do with it but i will get to it

-another kevin post psu idea, this time by a few years. again it’s just me inventing friends for kevin. so this one is he gets traded across pro teams (as happens) and it wasn’t that he particularly likes where he was before or who he was with, but he knew the city and he knew the deal, even if his teammates didn’t really like him. anyway, he gets traded across the country and swapped with another player, maybe a USC graduate or at least someone who would have fit in there. and that person reaches out to him to see how he’s settling in or adjusting or any of that, which is very nice but kevin would usually give the fine thanks 👍 or ignore, but he’s drunk and alone enough that he responds and calls them back. and they end up on the phone for hours. that seems to be the last of it and kevin is like ok one (1) person knows i am Cringe and i Feel but we’ll never speak again it’s fine it’s fine until the person checks in again the next week and kevin finds that it’s actually quite nice to have someone know you a little bit and genuinely care how you are, and they talk more about the transfer and kevin tries to impart wisdom about the city he was in (bookstores here and here, gyms here and here but don’t go to that one it’s shit, they sell good smoothies on fifth but don’t walk back down west ave. or you end up in a sea of high schoolers ditching and they are so so mean). and maybe eventually there’s some kind of pro exy event they’re both at and they get to hang out? epilogue where they’re traded to the same team? idk this is again just indulgent that i want kevin to have a friend

-Renee fic! untitled but it’ll probably be an ethel cain lyric when i find one suitable. one of the people incarcerated following the trial against the gang she grew up in is released on parole, disappears, and suddenly three little girls turn up dead. and she knows it’s him, of course it is, but nobody seems to be doing anything. and he’ll be working his way over to her, she’s part of the reason he went to prison, but he’ll kill a path there. so renee sets aside her crucifix necklace and decides to kill him first. god’s sword arm? or a matter of hunting? she doesn’t like to think of it as either, but she leaves palmetto with her knives and a look on her face nobody but andrew has seen before, calmly assures them she’ll be back in a few weeks at most, and dives headfirst. it’s like one of those moments where you hit the water so hard you think you’ll never breathe again, and it slows down a bit, and something changes. after grappling with the ‘healed way to kill someone’, renee gives herself more and more permissions to shift back into natalie shields behaviours, but catches herself before she catches the guy. she recognises that she’s doing that formulaically, but that ultimately what she’s trying to achieve here doesn’t actually conflict with any one of her values, and when she kills him it’s with a bible in her rucksack and a sparkly purple cat charm on her keys. idk a lot of the specifics of that might change but i chew on renee a lot and i think we all should.

-aforementioned jerejean au where jean is a firefighter and jeremy is at the seminary training to be a priest. not quite fleabag shit because i could never do that to jean, but very unlikely and somehow working. jeremy im giving you religious problems because i think they would suit you. jean im giving you being hot and sweaty and saving people because im a pervert. also something i like there about first responder/last responder. and how that’s kind of what each of them need? jeremy is the final breath and the calm reassurance, but there’s something in him that wants to run and scream and yell and have the stakes be as high as they can, be able to do something with an instant material result. jean is always under the most pressure he possibly can be, trying to keep everyone alive, and sometimes secretly wants a moment of quiet that he doesn’t think he deserves and would feel horribly guilty if he got. anyway jean being vaguely amused by closet adrenaline junkie trainee priest and jeremy fascinated by the tall french firefighter who refuses to forgive himself for being alive.

and i think that’s all of them for now!! my notes app is just this with various scenes and lines that i want to put in each one but would need to write 6 chapters to get to. bummer ANYWAY if you made it this far i am sorry and ily and i hope u have a great day <3

[bullet-prooflove]

Thank you for writing about Whitaker! There’s not enough fanfics about him (yet) and you capture his essence perfectly.

Gerran Howell has been my crush since I was like 11!

Thank you so much for such a wonderful message.

I really enjoy working with his character because it’s a very different type of person than I’m used to writing and it’s been a really fun challenge in that respect. He almost brings a form of innocence to the table that you don’t get from the more jaded characters like Robby, Jack or John.

This is actually my first experience with Gerran, I missed the whole young Dracula thing but I love how he comes across in interviews, he seems so lovely and genuine.

Just for being so lovely here is a little snippet of one of Dennis’s upcoming fics:

The morning after his brother’s wedding feels like the start of The Hangover. Dennis wakes up in his family’s barn, sprawled out across a hay pile with his dad’s prize cow mooing into his face.

The jacket and shirt from his crisp grey suit is missing and he has ‘Lola’s’ written on his chest in crimson lipstick. There’s a sharp pulsing in his temples that comes from drinking his Nana’s black cherry moonshine, along with a fearsome taste in his mouth and no memory of the night before.

29nd: The Hangover - Dennis Whitaker - Dennis wakes up after this brother's wedding with your name on his chest and no memory of the night before.

[suugarbabe]

Hi hi! I would LOVE a lil description or blurb (if you have one) of your “messy” fic for Enzo🥺

hiii my lovely girl. So i got a request for an on again off again enzo x reader and then they make enzo jealous at a party. So i kind of based it off that song Messy by Lola Young

heres a snippet i've been working on so tell me if it sucks.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you covered your face with both hands. “I cannot keep fucking doing this, Lorenzo. I just can’t.”  Enzo let out a sarcastic laugh, “Oh, it’s Lorenzo, now. Merlin, babe, seriously?” He shook his head with a smile, “Always back and forth with you isn’t it? Quite hard for me to keep up with your moods when they’re changing so frequently. All I asked is when you’re going to clean yourself up for the party.”  You crossed your arms over your chest, sinking into your hip, “And I told you I am ready for the party.” What you had on was definitely a little more…modest and clean than you would typically like for a party. But the last time you dressed more casual Enzo nearly lost his mind, calling you a slob.  He gave you a once over, smirking, “Surely, not. It’s a party, you look like you’re going to a job interview.”  You let out a frustrated groan, “That! You’re- I-UGH! First you tell me I’m messy and embarrassing, now I’m dressed too conservatively. Is anything ever good enough for you?” Enzo’s eyebrows furrowed together, face scrunching briefly, “Why are you in a mood?”  “You are truly unbelievable,” you walked to the other side of the room with your hands in surrender. “Why don’t you just go by yourself, it sounds like you’d enjoy it much better.”  He laughed at your back, shaking his head. You didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears in your eyes, instead choosing to close your eyes until you heard him leave.