#snippet Sunday

[tracle0]

hey writerblr

Snippet Sunday? Is that anything? Post a snippet on a nice Sunday and maybe pick out a few - say, three or five - other snippets from others to comment something nice on? Could be cool and groovy? Oughhh you want to do this so bad

[jinnybinghamsghost]

anyway here's a very very short snippet for snippet sunday for a body horror short story i'm writing inspired by every interaction with a doctor i've ever had

[roguishcat]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much @kalmiaphlox for the tag! 💕

This is something I'm working on for an ask by @pebble-bb where Astarion gets to see his reflection for the first time.

@busy-baker has already posted hers because she is awesome and it's absolutely lovely! Here is the link so check it out!

"What have you got there, love?"

"Nothing!" you say a little too quickly and attempt to hide the package behind your back.

Astarion clicks his tongue and slips his long fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look straight at him.

"Tsk, cheeky pup. Lies don't become you. Out with it!" he says in a stern voice, but his eyes shine with mirth and his lips twist into a smile.

"What are you hiding that has you flustered such a fetching shade of red, hm?" he lifts his other hand to push your hair back and expose your neck. Soft digits touch skin, making you shiver.

"Nothing?" you try again, wriggling away from him, but you know it is futile. When one becomes the subject of a vampire's attention, one does not get away until the said vampire decides to set the victim free. And Astarion obviously has no intention of doing that.

"I see. Well, this nothing must be worth something, seeing as you are ready to risk baiting a predator to conceal it. Is it really a wise move to entice me when I'm itching for any excuse to devour you?"

As pleasant as that sounds, you have to be out of the inn and on your way. You have an appointment with an artificer that you must keep. It was difficult enough to convince him to take on the project, as he stated that he 'was an inventor and objects of petty vanity were beneath him'. It took coin, promises of securing rare materials, and some thinly veiled threats for the ingenious but somewhat mad artificer to begrudgingly agree to work on your project.

But you know what Astarion is like. You have to tell him something or he will not let you out of his sight at all.

"Fine. It’s a present for you, happy? "

You give a petulant pout which only makes his smile grow wider.

"Aren't I lucky that you want to spoil me? And my goodness, how your heart flutters!" he chuckles and places a kiss over the bitemarks on your neck. "Must be a very, very special present."

"It is, but it's not done yet. So you better not try to take a peek!" you push against his chest.

"Oh my sweet, you wound me! Are you insinuating that I will try to steal it and see what is inside?"

"Not insinuating, telling you outright that you better not go snooping through my things."

"Fine!" he sighs, pretending to be hurt by your words. "I will not go through your things. Cross my heart and hope to- well, you get it," he grins and finally moves, allowing you to get up.

You have the package in your hands and clutch it to close to your chest. You can feel ruby red eyes follow your every movement and try to ignore him as you quickly dress, keeping the present close at all times lest Astarion decides to swipe it when he thinks you are distracted.

Update: here's the complete story.

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and anyone else who wants to share! 💖

[albatris]

snippet sunday!

sneep time

Nat thought that would be the end of it—he was both relieved and disappointed—but Quinn grabbed another bottle and opened it up.

“Why two of them?” Nat asked.

“It’s conditioner,” Quinn said. “Please tell me you use conditioner at home?”

“I don’t really use anything at home at the moment. The scents are too strong.”

“Oh, boy. Alright.”

Nat had lifted his head again, and Quinn tipped him back. They ran the conditioner through his hair, massaging it in and taking extra care with his tangles.

Then they brushed their fingers along his cheek and said, “I’m sorry if I’ve been harsh on you. I just worry about you. I’m not always the best at showing it.”

“It’s alright,” Nat said.

“You have to let the conditioner soak for five minutes or so,” Quinn said. “I’m going to gently work at some of your tangles while we’re waiting, okay?”

Nat swallowed. “Okay.”

Quinn got to work, and Nat braced himself for pain, but none came. Quinn was exceptionally delicate and precise, their fingers deft and their patience endless. Against his better judgment, Nat let his eyes close.

Eventually Quinn switched on the tap and rinsed his hair out again, then swept in with a towel to pat him dry.

“Your hair is all different lengths,” they said. “Is that because you’re always cutting chunks out of it?”

Nat made a non-committal noise in the back of his throat.

“Do you want me to even it out?”

“I don’t know,” Nat said. “That’s scary.”

“You’re going to want to look nice for Jen’s party,” Quinn said. “I’ll take off just as much as I need to, okay? No more.”

“How much?”

Quinn gestured for Nat to turn around to face the mirror, so he did, and they held their finger up next to his hair. Just under his chin.

“Cute little bob cut,” they said.

Nat gnawed on his lip. “Cute?”

“Yes, cute,” Quinn said. “I promise.”

[bloodinwine]

snippet sunday

before it hits midnight... snippet for Chp18 Until You

thank you for the tag @eraserspiral

no pressure tags: @meeshrox ; @bardic-inspo; @olivedrop

[xxnashiraxx]

Snippet Sunday

I've been tagged by the lovely @bardic-inspo!! Ty! ❤❤

Pookie is confused by "feelings". What else is new. From Chapter 14: I've Held on But Feel a Storm Approaching of With Stars to Fill My Dream (AO3), coming out exactly a week from today!!

(PS. If I should space these releases out more so the length of the story doesn't look so daunting to new readers, please let me know! I may write for me, but I write so I can share it with the community too, and I want to enjoy the journey together! Kay enough pouring my heart out 💕)

Thoughts unbidden drift across Astarion’s mind. Frustration, longing, anger- why doesn’t victory taste sweet? She plays her lute, eyes shooting over to him occasionally when she thinks he isn’t looking, only to quickly dart away once he meets them. A high blush decorates her cheeks, her voice strong and commanding as they finally re-enter the forest. Every note soothes his frayed mind and the reality of why he’s upset makes him grit his teeth. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s not supposed to feel hesitation. She’s finally given up the chase, finally rolled over to expose her belly, and now he feels empty where he should feel gratified. Should feel relieved. Her look of surrender had been divine, but now it tastes bitter on his tongue… He’d wanted to kiss her. Wanted it and knows he shouldn’t. This is an act. Not an indulgence. The thought of brushing his tongue against hers, of nipping at her lips, of cupping the back of her head as he explores her shouldn’t be so tempting… shouldn’t bring him any gratification. It’s supposed to be clinical- easy. Like all the others before her. He shouldn’t feel guilty. This is what’s needed for survival. Any deviation could derail everything he’s so painstakingly orchestrated. He’ll ignore the alarms in his mind, pressuring him to put a stop to this- a tiny voice, growing louder these past couple weeks. Something hidden, deep beneath layers of survival instincts, something he’d forgotten. Why it pesters him when he’s not yet safe, he’s irritatingly uncertain of. Nothing else matters but lifting himself above the others, as close as he can to the sun, reaching ever higher. There isn’t room for anybody else, and as they stroll back through the gates, he quiets that voice until it’s nothing but the ghost of a whisper. He can’t entertain caring about her feelings, or his. Mustn’t. Not if he wants to live.

Chapter Title Song:

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[obsessedwhyyes]

WIP... Saturday?

So the last little while, I've been plagued with jury duty, which means I've not been a very good Tumblrer lately. I've missed so many WIP Wednesday and Snippet Sunday tags!

Thank you so much to the incredibly gorgeous, wonderful @khywren, @davenswitcher, @nerdallwritey, @kalmiaphlox, and @caffeinatedmunchkin for the tags! Your WIPs are a hard act to follow ❤️

Here's a big ol' snippet from chapter 2 of my mystic circus AU, A Tale of Fools and Tricksters, officially titled, 'Looking Glass.' Featuring a slightly frantic Astarion.

Chapter 1 can be found here!

EDIT: Chapter 2 is here!

No Pressure Tags: @roguishcat @larvasmoonlight @scrapsovereign @snowfolly @honeybee-bard @inkymoonbunny

[hawkeykirsah]

Snippet Sunday

It's been a hot minute since I did Snippet Sunday the last time but here's some Soapgaz I'm working on. I entertained the thought of it becoming Soapgazghost for quite a while but it didn't turn out that way. Another time, then. Either way, I decided to try something different and write in present tense. Not quite sure how I feel about it yet.

“Gaz?” Soap asks, tilting his head to look at him. “You alright, mate?” He undoes the sporran and places it on a shelf, belt neatly coiled up, and takes off his socks, balancing easily on one foot as he does. Kyle swallows, standing a bit awkwardly two steps into the room. He wants to kiss him so badly it’s making his chest ache. His mind is still reeling, trying to reconcile the all new facets of Soap he saw today with the fact that it made him realize he’s apparently slowly been falling in love with his teammate for months. Soap approaches him slowly, a curious look in his eyes. “You’ve been acting strange all day.” “I—” Kyle starts, wondering how to explain the feelings whirling in his chest. “Fuck.” He surges forward, framing Soap’s face with his hands, and brings their lips together, hoping this doesn’t ruin things between them, hoping that Ghost was right and Soap really is interested. He hears the stunned sound ripped from Soap’s throat but he doesn’t pull away. No, his lips move against Kyle’s with ease, returning the kiss. Emboldened, Kyle traces his tongue over the seam of those lips, slipping it inside when he feels them part. He tilts his head slightly to the side to deepen the kiss, the low groan Soap lets out reverberating through him. Slowly, Soap pulls away, his hands resting on Kyle’s chest. He licks his lips, eyes bright. “Not sure what brought this on but I’m no’ complainin’,” he says breathlessly.

[sofa-king-lame]

Snippet Sunday!

Here's another snippet from Eddie's POV of 'Tell Me It's Okay', still tentatively titled 'I Save Myself, I'm Saving You'.

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"Hey,” Buck murmurs, hovering near the edge of the bed. Eddie props himself up on his elbows, anticipation hammering in his chest as Buck reaches for his belt. 

“Hi,” Eddie breathes. Buck moves down and finally kisses Eddie, slow and sweet with a hand on the back of his head. His other hand is on the bed, bracing himself over Eddie and pushing him back gently, letting his weight rest on top of Eddie. It feels like a fucking weighted blanket and Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever felt so completely smitten by someone before. 

“If anything is too much tonight, we’ll stop. Just – whatever you’re comfortable with is what we’ll do, yeah?” Buck whispers directly into Eddie’s ear. Eddie shivers and turns his head to kiss Buck again, slipping his tongue past Buck’s lips. 

“I trust you,” he murmurs breathlessly. He honestly expected to feel more anxious being here, underneath another man for the first time. It’s all well and good to fantasise, theorise, and think about what it would be like to sleep with another guy – which is all it’s ever been up to this point. But Buck is being so gentle with him, and not in a way that makes Eddie feel...small. He’s only known the guy for probably not even two hours at this point and he may not have any experience with hooking-up with strangers but he does know you’re probably not supposed to fall head-over-heels with the first person you meet on a dating app – especially not when the original intention is casual sex. 

Oh well. He’ll deal with the emotional fallout later. Right now, Buck hands have moved to his belt buckle and Eddie would very much like to focus on the stupidly attractive man on top of him.

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This one is taking me a little longer, hit a bit of writers block earlier in the week and it seems all my ideas come to me as I'm trying to fall asleep 🙃

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[tracle0]

Hit List for Snippets!!

Hi! I'm starting a thing for writerblr called Snippet Sunday!

Wrote at all this week? Give us a taste of it! Maybe 5-7 paragraphs, a little teaser! At the same time, keep your eyes peeled for other writers doing the same! Try to reblog their writing, share a few thoughts, get some back!

This is not intended to be formal critique, just a bit of fun!

This post is intended to act as a vague informational board for what to do for it, as well as a hitlist for me to check on Sundays! So please, reblog this post if you plan to be taking part, and I'll keep you on my radar!

Happy writing :)!

[runekeepershymnal]

“Two questions,” Nanami said tersely as they made their way out of his building and onto the street.

“Shoot,” Gojo replied, trying to fight down the vague panic about his side of the binding vow.

“One,” Nanami said, tone unchanged, “what are you staring at? And two: Why am I leading us when you haven’t told me where we’re going?”

Gojo swallowed hard.

“Well,” he hedged. Nanami stopped in his tracks and turned on him, snatching the sunglasses from his face.

“Lie to me and I go right back upstairs and back to bed.”

Gojo felt his eyelids crinkle with tension despite his best efforts as a beam of sunlight from between two buildings lanced over Nanami’s head and right into Gojo’s sensitive eyes.

“One,” Gojo answered, raising his hand to try to hide from the light Nanami didn’t block, “I was staring at your ass. I don’t suppose you checked the back in the mirror when you were trying those pants on, but I’m a little afraid that someone’s going to see it and run their car off the road. Two: I was too distracted by your ass to think about what we’re supposed to be going to do. Three, not that you asked, but yes, the sun is very bright and my eyes fucking hurt, so please give me back my sunglasses.”

A scowl, then a deeper one, and then a very slight softening around the mouth as Nanami returned his glasses. Gojo put them back on silently.

“Better?” Nanami asked.

“Yes,” Gojo answered. Through the darker lenses, he could now appreciate the way the sun filtered through Nanami’s backlit hair. Nanami, in turn, took off his hoodie and tied it around his waist, censoring himself.

“Also better?” he asked again. Gojo shrugged.

“Depends on your definition of ‘better.’”

“Less distracting?”

Nanami sighed as Gojo remained silent.

“What?!” Gojo whined. “Your top half is also fantastic.”

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, but Gojo thought he might've been blushing.

“It is absurdly hot out,” Nanami finally said through gritted teeth, apparently oblivious to the other pedestrians straining their necks to look at the very tall, built blond man. Slow motion whiplash.

“So you're just going to have to cope."

[seastarblue]

Six Sentence Snippet Sunday!

Good day! For today’s Six Sentence Sunday—courtesy of the @creators-club —AND for Snippet Sunday—where I’m tagging @tracle0 —I’ll share a bit from the Interwoven Halloween Special!

(Psssst lemme know if you’d like to be tagged when it comes out! I’m aiming for the 31st, but it mayyyyyy be delayed by a few days 😅)

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The two knights were on the opposite outskirts of the crowd—Kaiden on the upper levels of the city, Felix on the lower—needing to stay vigilant for any suspicious activity. A vibrantly decorated stall stood on Kaiden’s right, displaying decroative lunar runes to be sold for the low, low price of three coppers.

The knight leaned against the side of the stall, making sure to stay out of sight from the stallkeep—she didn’t want to be haggled into buying a cheap rune. ‘I—we— need to be focused,’ she thought, ‘and that doesn’t involve partaking in festivities—wait a damn minute.’

Something had caught Kaiden’s eye. She skimmed the rest of the street from her spot, only to facepalm at the sight of her partner-in-justice merrily chatting away with a woman in front of another—somehow brighter—shop.

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:3

[albatris]

Snippet Sunday!

it's sunday it's time for snips!!

have some Quinn being absolutely awful

“Don’t do this to me. Don’t. Quinn, please.”

Quinn shrugged and headed for the kitchen, taking their knife with them. They fetched a roll of duct tape from the cupboard and cut off a strip, before throwing their knife in the sink.

Emery continued to whine from the other room, though she was trying to keep her voice low. “There must be something I can do!”

“Sure.” Quinn wandered back in to her. “You can struggle and fight while you’re being drained. Make it fun, won’t you? Give him a thrill.”

They laid the duct tape over her mouth and smoothed it down gently, even as she twisted against them.

“Just in case you decide to take your chances yelling to the neighbours for help,” Quinn explained. “I doubt they’d reach you in time, but still. More bodies, more stress.”

Their own phone buzzed, and they pulled it out. Chase was calling. They stepped away from Emery to answer.

“Chase, darling,” they said. “How goes the stakeout?”

Emery made a series of adorable muffled noises from beyond the duct tape.

“I’ve found Alistair Thiele,” Chase said, oblivious. “He arrived back to his apartment just a couple of minutes ago. What would you like me to do?”

“Wonderful,” Quinn said. “But, as it turns out—I’ve actually found a much better victim for the feeding session. I’ll keep him in mind for later, though.”

“Oh, okay,” Chase said. “Is that all?”

“That’s all!” Quinn said. “I’ll see you later.”

They hung up the phone.

Emery was crying now; Quinn strode back over to her and wiped the tears from her cheek with their thumb.

“Aw, come on. Chin up, dear,” they said. “At least you’ll finally be doing something worthwhile with your life!”

“Mmff,” she said, which Quinn could assume roughly translated to, Now that I think about it, you’re absolutely right, Quinn. This IS a huge honour!

“I didn’t drug you, by the way,” they added as an afterthought. “You’re just terrified.”

[a-murmur-of-a-prayer]

Snippet Sunday

For today, have a snippet from my latest Supernatural horror fic! This one takes place after season 5 episode 10 so there will be some spoilers if anyone hasn't seen that episode.

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Sam can hear noise from the kitchen, someone puttering around in there - probably Bobby, though how he's moving around in his wheelchair is beyond him. The smell of eggs and bacon drifts into the room. Sam feels like a kid again. 

With a sigh, he swings himself out of bed. Doesn’t bother to change clothes or wash his face; just stumbles out of the room probably looking like death. 

It’s not Bobby at the stove. 

Dean is wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans, a stack of pancakes sitting on a plate. The radio plays American Pie, and Castiel sits at the kitchen table, sipping coffee as he reads some old book. It’s all really weirdly domestic for the morning after they watched their friends die, and Sam almost wants to cry.

“‘Did you write the book of love?’’ Dean sings, badly off-key and about half a second behind the radio as he flips eggs. “‘And do you have faith in God above -’” 

“I don’t understand the point of the song,” Cas says, putting his book down. “What do God and American pie and the death of music have to do with one another?”

Sam expects Dean to laugh, but he just stops singing. Maybe the fake morning cheer was more of an act to distract himself from the topic they’re trying to not all talk about. Maybe everyone’s trying to avoid it. 

“It’s about Buddy Holly,” he says, turning the bacon one by one with a tongs. “Well, Ritchie Valens too, but mostly Buddy Holly. He was a singer in the 50s, and he died in a plane crash. That’s the day the music died. Not really, but a whole lot of bad shit happened after that - Vietnam, Watergate. Buddy Holly died and the world went to shit.” 

[busy-baker]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much @xxnashiraxx for the tag! 🥰

Guess what we’re back with? Roasted! I’ve missed my boys

Astarion stepped out of the shower, breathing in the fragrant steam that billowed around him. He had just arrived back from a quick session at the gym only an hour before. Gale had still been asleep when he left. The usual early riser was feeling the harsh effects of his illness and had been resting longer during the mornings. He pleaded with Astarion to wake him, saying he felt as if he was “wasting his day,” but Astarion brushed him off. It was time for him to be cared for instead of him doting on everyone else.

Astarion wiped at the condensation fogging the oval mirror on his side of the double vanity. He opened a drawer and pulled out shaving cream. He found himself smiling as he saw his personal items mingling with Gale’s.

He hadn’t been living with Gale for long, only a few days, but everywhere he looked, there was something the belonged to him. His old, worn out Vans were in the closet next to Gale’s custom ordered Oxfords. His department store Christmas candle sat on the marble countertop of the kitchen island. Even his tattered blanket, the one and only thing his parents had left with him when they abandoned him as an infant, was neatly folded and proudly hung on the back of Gale’s armchair.

And the most spectacular bit of it all? Gale had never judged, never made a rude remark or an expression of disgust. When Astarion voiced his concerns of bringing the value down of the home with his belongings, Gale had simply said, “These items are what make you you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[notwritinganyflufftoday]

Snippet Sunday

it's Sunday again!!

At the end of the mountain path is a crossroads with a signpost. Sasha jumps off his bike and grabs one of the pebbles out of his coin pouch. He begins to tie a piece of rope in knots around it, securing it tightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Wanderlust was a wandering God, meaning that They didn't have any shrines dedicated to Them. Instead, what people did was tie pebbles around signposts to signify that they too are going on a journey. Some people would use pebbles from their home, so Wanderlust could see how far they'd gone, others would collect pebbles from all over the land and spread them far and wide," Sasha explains and throws his coin pouch at Faro, "I've been collecting pebbles for a long time, a very long time."

Faro looks inside of the bag and then back at Sasha. "You," he speaks in what almost sounds like admiration, "you've been carrying these all this time. Hidden in plain sight."

"What better way to make others believe I worship Lady Odila," Sasha says with a grin, finishing his last knot, before tying the pebble to the signpost. "and pretend like I have lots of coins, when I am in fact, flat broke."

Sasha can't see Faro's reaction, but he can hear his chuckle.

He finishes tying the rope with a double knot, making sure that it's extra tightly strung.

"There we go, it's not perfect, but-"

"It's perfect."

Sasha looks over to Faro in surprise and is even more surprised at the glimmer in his eyes. They're like two twinkling stars staring back at him.

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