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[radioactivepeasant]

Snippet Monday: Gremlinverse

Jak always knew when he was being stared at. He'd developed a sense for it out of necessity in the Fortress; knowing when unfriendly eyes were on him was sometimes all that stood between him and another beating. It made his skin prickle, and his heart race. It wasn’t just his imagination: the dozen or so Wastelanders in the vehicle pit were openly gawking at them as they climbed out of the buggy.

It's Mar they're staring at, Jak tried to reassure himself. Not me. They aren't staring at me.

A thin arm slipped around his shoulders, and Jak looked up quickly. Daxter walked beside him, eyes darting back and forth rapidly. To anyone else, the gesture would have seemed protective -- and in part, it was. But Jak knew that Daxter was seeking reassurance as much as he was. They were strangers in a strange city, and lacked the easy confidence with which Tess approached the Wastelanders.

Tess sauntered boldly alongside Sig with the crocadog at her heels, eagerly pointing at one thing then another to ask questions. From the moment she'd spotted a woman wielding a weapon that was part staff, part morph gun, there had been a spark in her eye that only grew brighter.

"What's the rate of fire on it?" Tess asked.

Sig smirked indulgently. "Go ask her yourself, cherry. Each gunstaff is custom."

With an excited squeal, Tess ducked under Sig’s outstretched arm to approach the woman. Her bubbly greeting was received with a guarded and not very friendly response, but this didn't dim her enthusiasm in the slightest. She was more than used to such attitudes in the saloon.

"Oh. My. Blob." Tess hopped like a child with a crush. "Is that blowback breech assist? How'd you work that into such a sleek design?"

Some of the warrior's suspicious demeanor eased. Weapons talk? From a city kid?

She glanced up at Sig and Damas with a raised brow.

"Civvy candidate or temp worker?" she asked bluntly.

"Sponsored candidate," Sig answered. "The kid's got a thing for gunsmithing."

He waved a hand in their direction.

"Tess, this is Zara. Zara, Tess."

"Sponsored, huh?"

With a cocky smile, Zara gestured to Tess with her chin.

"Tell you what, Sunshine, you bring me a battle amulet and I'll show you how to make your own gunstaff."

"Bet on it!" Tess chirped. She waved and all but skipped back to the main group.

"Um...do...do you know how to get a battle amulet? Or where?" Daxter asked her quietly.

Tess shrugged. "Nah, but I'll figure it out. I always do."

"That's true," Daxter mused.

His freckled face darkened to crimson as Tess slipped her hand into his and laced their fingers together. On his other side, Jak shot him a wicked grin. Before, Daxter had never really had to worry about people seeing him blush. The bright orange fur covering his body had camouflaged it, giving him an abnormally good poker face. Now, of course, he was right back to wearing his heart on his sleeve again. And right now, that heart was pounding fit to burst.

He had no idea what Tess saw in him, really. He was just the goofy sidekick, making up exploits for even a crumb of attention. Maybe she liked storytellers or something. She certainly liked his freckles. For a moment, Daxter almost wished Jak's "uncle" could be there so that he could see the "little, annoying, miserably ugly one" walking hand in hand with an absolutely dynamite girl.

The memory sat sour in his stomach, barely tempered by remembering the disgust on Jak’s face when his guardian prattled on with his insults. Jak used to try so hard to make himself speak out loud whenever people would say things like that to Daxter. He would get so angry, and then ever more frustrated when his voice wouldn't obey him and the rebuke stayed lodged in his throat.

That had always made Daxter feel both better and worse, somehow. Knowing that Jak was always ready to stand up for him made everything bearable. But knowing the depths of Jak's frustration, being unable to make the adults stop, and how powerless it made him feel-

Well. Daxter hated seeing Jak upset. He always had.

The thought drew his mind back to the present, and he discreetly checked Jak to gauge his mood. The smaller boy was tense, walking in a state of hypervigilance. He kept his eyes on Damas’s broad back -- and the top of Mar’s curly head by extension -- as they moved from the circular garages to an inner gate into the city. Beyond it, houses lay stacked in piles of sandstone, adobe, and sheet metal in asymmetrical clumps interrupted by dusty streets. Laundry criss-crossed the alleys from upper storey windows like flags -- much of it in earth-tones, ostensibly for desert camouflage, but Daxter could spot more than a few items in lively yellows and blues.

"So uh..." Daxter cleared his throat to rid himself of the awkward squeak -- he couldn't help it after having fought alongside Damas. The man was just plain intimidating!

"Which um, which house is yours?"

Damas juggled Mar a little higher. "Well, Mar? Do you remember the way home?" he asked.

With a wide smile, Mar pointed to the armored tower that loomed over the rest of the city. The one they had taken for just a beacon.

Daxter was pretty sure Jak's eye was twitching.

"That's your house?!" he sputtered.

"Oooooof course it is," Jak sighed. "Nobody in this family is normal, apparently."

"And don't you forget it," Damas answered placidly.

"Normal is for city-slickers, anyway," Sig added, tousling Jak's hair as he strode past.

Crowding into the small elevator at the base of the tower was not an especially enjoyable experience for anyone. Sig was backed against the side rail, Daxter was having doubts about structural integrity, and all Jak could see was a forest of elbows in his face. He suspected that this was how Daxter had been seeing the world for the last two years. It was definitely how Mar saw things when not being carried. But currently Mar was free of the elbow parade, up in Damas’s arms, enviably unsquished. Of course, Jak wasn't going to ask someone to pick him up. He'd just stay with the elbows, thanks.

"There's only one way in and out of the tower?" Tess asked, glancing around. "Isn't that a tactical hazard?"

Sig shrugged, having never really put much thought into it. He didn't live there, after all. Damas, however, acknowledged the observation with a half smile.

"Well," he said, "There's only one way in and out to the public."

Tess raised her eyebrows. "Ah. Fair enough."

When the elevator locked into place at the top of the shaft, everyone under eighteen abruptly lost their senses.

The throne room was filled with water.

Streams, pools, even trickles dropping from the ceiling here and there. Homemade thickets of date palms around the edges of the chamber added to the feeling of an indoor oasis. In the desert, that made for a truly intimidating show of wealth and power.

There was a purpose to the display, however -- as Damas had learned shortly after coming to power. The looming statue of a Precursor Oracle to the right of the dais was hollow: a facade to hold pipes that ran through a filtration system that filled much of the interior of the tower. Water was drawn from the ocean below, passed through several filtration rooms, then sent out of the base of the statue and onto a massive water wheel behind the dais. From there, the well-filtered water was sent back through pipes and into the city. The runoff flowed through the pools and streams of the throne room to power generators under the floor.

Jak stared at the rocks and damp sand coating the floor. So that really had been a memory! He'd been taught to swim here, in another life. An impulse seized him, and he kicked off his oversized boots the second he'd squirmed between the elbows to exit the lift. The stones were pleasantly warm against his bare feet, and the sand was cool and wet. The motion of the water thrummed with unrefined blue eco potential, resonating in Jak’s blood in a way that made it impossible to stand still. How he would have liked to take the jet board over that water wheel!

"This place is awesome!" Daxter gasped behind him.

Damas looked just a little smug. "We've worked hard to make it so."

In his arms, Mar began to squirm restlessly -- no doubt sensing the eco of motion just as Jak did.

"Swim! Go swim, Daddy!"

"After you say hello to your mother," Damas admonished. "She hasn't seen you in a very long time, little one."

"Damas?"

A woman's voice cut through the sound of the water like a bell, and everyone paused.

A pathway of stepping stones cut through the pools, leading to a raised dais framed by the water wheel. Torchlit pillars on either side were emblazoned with the spiral design that Jak would later learn was the symbol of the desert Wastelanders, meant to signify the wind. There was a dark-skinned woman in blue standing beside one of the pillars, with her hand resting against the wind-spiral carving. And judging by the shriek that tore out of Mar, the lady was exactly who Jak thought she was.

"Mm-a!"

Damas set Mar down on the walkway and watched with a soft expression as the tiny boy raced across the stone to fling his arms around the short woman's thick waist. Phobos tried her best to restrain a soft sob, successfully relegating it to a hiccuping gasp. Then she fell to her knees to scoop Mar into her arms, rocking back and forth where she knelt.

"My baby-!" she choked, and buried her face in his hair for a moment before turning to cover his round cheeks in kisses.

Mar giggled and pushed at her lips. "Nooo! Smoochy-monster!"

Behind him, Jak heard Sig numbly mumble, "Precursors. He remembers the Smoochy-monster game?"

"The what?" Daxter whispered to Tess.

Tess shrugged. It seemed straightforward enough to her.

Proudly, Mar leaned back in his mother's arms to point to himself.

"Mommy, I am so big now! I'm big enough to swim all by myself!"

"He isn't," Tess interjected, "Don't let him fool you."

Phobos quickly wiped her eyes -- red and watery though they remained -- and pulled Mar close again. Sitting cross-legged on the stone, she folded herself around her son, either laughing, weeping, or both.

"Baby, I missed you so much! I knew Uncle Sig would find you, I knew it!"

Open-mouthed, Mar looked back at Sig. "How'd you know that?"

Phobos's lips wobbled as she tried to smile around another sob. "Call- call it a mother's intuition. Or call it faith."

Jak startled when a hand fell on his shoulder. Apologetically, Damas let go, but stayed close.

"We never gave up, you know," he said quietly, and somehow Jak knew the words were for him and not his small counterpart. "We never stopped searching for you."

Surrounded by uncomfortable emotions, Jak blurted out the nagging fear that had plagued him from the moment they set foot in the city, "If I'd been sixteen, would you still say that? Would you still look if I wasn't small and...and cute?"

That was not an easy question to answer. And Jak knew it wasn't really fair -- Damas had never seen him in the sixteen-ish year old shape, how was he supposed to answer? But the dark eco in his blood curled around that anxiety and worried at it like a cat, batting it around and howling until the rest of him conceded that there was a problem. Tentatively, Jak looked back at Damas, about to tell him he didn't have to answer that.

He didn’t want to know anyways, he told himself. Damas had been unusually kind to him, and he didn't want to ruin that image.

Damas didn’t answer the question. Instead, he frowned down at Jak and asked, "Why would that change anything? I would still be finding a second son I didn't know I could hope for, regardless of how tall he'd gotten."

Jak turned his head again quickly, hoping to hide his emotions from the man. "But-" he said thickly, barely audible over Phobos's sobs, muffled though they were, "I wasn't....I was a freak. I turned into something...else, whenever I got angry!"

Damas made a thoughtful hum behind him, then sighed heavily. "Forgive me if I sound flippant, but without having witnessed that for myself, I can't help thinking that just sounds like puberty. I wasn't the most lovable individual from fourteen to sixteen either."

Jak felt him tense slightly.

"In fact," the man muttered, suddenly even more awkward, "I recall a...large quantity of traffic incidents caused during that period."

Something about the image of the intimidating warrior accidentally scraping against walls and knocking into other drivers in a zoomer struck Jak as funny. He couldn't picture Damas as a teenager -- in his mind he just saw himself with Damas’s rather unusual hair. It was decidedly bizarre -- Daxter would have called it a "cursed image" -- and despite himself, Jak found himself snorting in amusement.

"How many zoomers have you totaled?" he asked.

Damas moved to crouch beside him with a mischievous smirk. "Accidentally, or deliberately?"

"Yes."

Glancing back at Sig, Tess, and Daxter, all of whom seemed too uncomfortable witnessing the emotional reunion to notice, Damas leaned in and whispered to Jak, "One hundred and fifteen."

Jak blinked. "You're a bad driver," he said without thinking.

Damas flushed slightly as he managed to suppress a laugh into a hissing wheeze.

"Hey!" he gently jostled the boy's arm. "Only some of those were accidents!"

"Then you're a bad driver on purpose."

"And I suppose you have a spotless driving record, little man?"

Jak puffed up indignantly and jostled Damas back. "You had somebody to teach you how to drive. I figured it out all by myself and still won the Memorial Stadium Cup."

"The death race?" Damas wrinkled his nose. "I hope that was when you were...taller."

"Hey!"

[sinner-juice]

“You sober?”

“Yes, sir.” Remmick answers quickly, straightening his posture, arms at his sides. Sammie knows he ain’t, not completely—knows they each had at least two shots and smoked half a joint behind the bar forty-five minutes before they left.

But Sammie doesn’t dare say anything, not with Stack’s arm slung around his shoulder. He only prays Remmick manages to successfully navigate the series of landmines that is an encounter with Smoke.

And then Sammie remembers who Remmick is, and gives up hope with a heavy sigh. Stack gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“You know what time it is?” Smoke’s voice is sure and steady, unconcerned about staging an armed outdoor confrontation in the middle of the night.

“A little after ten. Sir.” Remmick replies promptly.

“And what time is Sammie’s curfew?”

“Ten PM.” Remmick’s voice wavers. “Sir.”

“Yeah.” Smoke cocks his gun, the sound echoing across the cul-de-sac. “What you doin’ out so late with my baby cousin, huh?”

[tealeavesandtrash]

✨ Monday Snippet ✨

Thank you for the tags @magicbeings @quiethauntings !! Most of my wips are fest stuff so they’re hush hush at the moment, but I have been throwing about some ideas for a BS&FP sequel. So happy Moony Day!!! Have some book shop domestic fluff!!

No pressure tags: @marigold-hills @goldenprophetwrites @veganbutterchicken @diamondmeadow

“My dad’s coming to visit soon,” Remus says as he prepares dinner. “He wants to meet you, so consider this your two day warning to plan some last minute excuse to not be here.”

Sirius hums. He’s leant over the counter, focused on today’s crossword as he waits patiently for Remus to finish cooking (the one in the muggle paper because Remus has always found The Daily Prophet to be rather lacking in the puzzle department). Remus knows what he’s doing without looking, is so used to their combined routine by now.

“You embarrassed by me?” Sirius asks, but there’s a teasing in his tone—voice light and airy.

“No,” Remus corrects firmly. “It’s just…” he pauses, hand circling in the air as he tries to think of the word but fails to come up with anything.

Sirius pushes off the counter and Remus maps his movement by the sound of his steps, until Sirius comes to rest his chin on Remus’ shoulder, peering over to watch the sausages sizzling in the frying pan.

“I want to meet your dad,” Sirius says quietly when Remus’ words fail him. “I think it’ll be fun.”

[basiatlu]

Snippet Monday

Thanks for tagging me @squintclover and a very merry belated birthday to youuuuu 🥰🥳

Lots of cropped goodies to show!

I shall tag @littlewinnow @mono-chromia @kk1smet @drarrargh and anyone else who would like to take part! ♡♡♡

[gaefandomlover]

Snippet tuesday

tagged by @thiamsxbitch and @ksbbb

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Just as Chris parked outside of Theo’s house, his audio picked up the thud, confirming his suspicions that Theo was inside. Chris immediately sent a message to Liam.

“Theo’s inside. He just fell!”

Liam replied instantly, “I’ll alert Mason. We can be there in five minutes, maybe less.”

“My thermal camera is picking up Theo’s heat signature on the second floor. He has fallen and hasn’t moved. His condition is worsening, and we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“Should we dispatch our EMTs?” Liam asked,

“Hold off for now. Let’s wait until you and Mason are here before we dispatch them. We may not need them.”

“Copy that.” Liam replied, “Mason and I are gearing up now,”

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[vulcanette]

🎥: @ bonnybonesknits

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

William has a size kink. As he pounds you into the mattress, he fucking loves that bulge on your stomach. "Do you feel me inside of you?" he'd ask, keeping his hand steady on your stomach. "Yeah, you're just gonna take it aren't you?". You'd moan in response, your body arching into his. He'd continue to thrust, your body trembling with pleasure. He'd reach down and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he pushed inside. Somewhere in the distance Alex caught them again lol

oh god 😵‍💫

william is the size kink king!!! he absolutely loves seeing the bulge in your stomach when he’s balls deep in you, pressing down on the outline to drive you both crazy

he loves feeling like he has you caged in

the initial push of his cock head in your tight cunt is like ecstasy, when he has to stretch you out again after a few days of him being on the road? that’s his favorite because it always makes his cock swell and thicken inside of you

he keeps you pressed in certain positions that make you feel even tighter and when you clench around him it’s all he can do not to come in seconds

“big stretch, älskling, okay,” he coos as he punches into you in one quick thrust

“you can take it,” he murmurs when you whine that it’s not going to fit (your favorite game, pretending that this is the time you’re going to have to tap out) “take every inch of this dick”

he doesn’t care who can hear you when you’re moaning and shouting his name - the feeling of his cock being strangled by your cunt is too good for him to worry about anything else

(and alex, when he gets a little bolder, a little cockier, comments “y’know, i’m taller than willy, bigger in other places too, if you need more of a stretch”) 😌

[worfs-glorious-hair]

Snippet Sunday… eh Monday

I was tagged by the fabulous @optimisticgrey to share a writing snippets and since time is relative and a social construct am I still posting something 💜

Tagging (in case you haven’t done it yet and have WIPs you want to share) @astarioffsimpmain @saintsandsorcery @ladylucksrogue and anyone else who wants to share their writing with the world 🤩💖

The following is a snippet from an OS currently titled “You are enough” and features druid!Tav with their own secrets, Gale and an enchanted meadow in act 2 👀

His brows furrow together and he is silent for a moment.

“You…”, he seems lost for words, I don’t think I have ever seen him speechless before.

“You have never been with anyone? You of all people? Apologies, I just assumed…”, he was trailing off, struggling for words.

“I’ve seen the way people look at you, the way our companions all wanted to invite you to private moments, sharing wine and bodies. I suppose I wasn’t so different to them after all. And I assumed since you must have had the world to choose from all of your life, judging from the behaviour of our companions that, well…”

Gale looked at me, eyes big and wet and his shoulders dropped.

“I am sorry I assumed details of your private life that are only your concern”, he said as his demeanour changed.

His eyes were suddenly burning into mine and he made a careful step closer to me.

I felt myself move towards him.

“What makes you think that I would want you any less after you would share this personal, intimate detail with me?”, he suddenly asks with a low voice.

“I haven’t said that”, I croak out but he is right, of course he is, this was my only fear.

“But your eyes have”, he said softly, a gentle smile dancing over his lips.

“I guess I was afraid”, I begin to answer. “Afraid that you would want an experienced lover, not some druid with the romantic experience of a fawn…”

He looks at me perplexed.

“I want you! Please, you have to know that I meant what I said – I am in love with you! All of you is what I adore, all the secrets you hide —“

This was my only secret, I promise”, I interrupt him and Gale shakes his head with a smile.

“And even if it wasn’t, they are a part of you, you, the one I love, you, the one I want to look at for the rest of my life…”, he answers and points to me on each ‘you’.

My heart races and my soul can not believe it’s luck and I smile, without my doing, without any control of my features.

Happiness is seeping out of me and into the world around me, I can not look away from Gale and his sincere eyes on me.

“And I also meant what I have said”, I tell him, “I am in love with you, too! And I will not allow you to blow yourself up, we will find another way! This will not be the end, not for you, not for me, not when we just found each other!”

[inafieldofdaisies]

Moodboard Monday | Tagged by @neonshrike

WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow / [Redacted Baby Boy]

“Get up.” “You're not here.”, was all he could muster as he tried to ignore her lurking in his peripheral. On most days he welcomed her presence, but not on that one. Not when he couldn't even keep track how long he had been underground anymore. Not when the Herald had taken great pleasure in rubbing that fact in. “It doesn't matter. Get up.”, she moved over to him soundlessly, a determined look on her face, “You promised. You promised you will live. You promised you will make him pay.”

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[dreamyelectronicmusic]

i just reread one word from you and it’s so fucking good i cried so much. thank you for blessing the word with that🙏

Thank you so much anon, you have no idea what this message means to me. I literally cried because of that fic today as well 😭 I don't know why I suck so much at finishing fics but I will finish this one if it kills me (it might).

Here's a snippet from the next chapter just for you, though whether it will make it to the final draft and when it will be out is anyone's guess.

Simon’s thoughts were probably headed in a similar direction, because after a moment of aimless stroking through an uneven patch of hair on Wille’s breastbone, he murmured, “How long can you stay?” Wille could barely contain the thrill that went through him at the words. Simon wanted him to stay. Even if he decided he preferred not to see him again after today, he wanted him to stay for now, and that was enough. “As long as you let me.” There was a meeting later this afternoon that he really should be at, given that it was about him, but if Simon still wanted him here by then, he would figure something out. He may never get another chance to spend time with Simon; he wouldn’t let this one slip through his fingers. Simon let out a little hum that was almost a laugh. His breath tickled the skin on Wille’s chest. “I’m serious.” “Me too,” Wille said, allowing his arm to curl around Simon’s shoulders a little tighter. “I’m not giving up a single second you’re willing to give me.” Simon lifted his head to look at him, emotions flickering across his face, and Wille thought with a pang that maybe he shouldn’t have said that. It was too much, too earnest. He didn’t want to make it hard for Simon to reject him, if that was what he wanted to do.

[drarrargh]

monday snippets

thank you!! for tagging me @littlewinnow and @basiatlu !!! you guys are so rad

here are some monday snippets that are in fact wednesday snippets. they are maybe a little funny

tagging my beloveds @spacesaz @storiestoldbytime @appleslightning @handledwithgloves and @tinygxrilla :DD

[ksbbb]

Several Sentence Sunday Monday

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess

“Trying to freeze me to death?” Liam frowns, but he’s halfway into a smile and Theo perks up at his change of attitude.

“You did ruin my door.” Theo dramatically cringes, helping himself into the shower with Liam.

“That was you. Making a point without thinking it through.” Liam mentions, giving a small nod to move since Theo is in the way when he’s trying to get warmer now that the water isn’t freezing.

“Let's not fight.” Theo takes a washcloth and runs it over Liam’s shoulder, the gentle feel of the water caressing his skin.

“I’m not fighting.” Liam grumbles, as Theo gives him a look and nods.

Water trickles down Theo’s nose, mesmerizing Liam. He lets him lean in, licking the bottom of the chimera’s lip.

Tongues and warm mouths explore each other’s bodies, the electric pull of Theo still there, and warming all the right places.

“I will admit I think you’re the closest I’ve ever been to someone.” Theo says, a pleased groan echoing from Liam’s lips, and another twist of heat burning through his body when he meets Theo’s lips again.

“Maybe If you tone it down a bit it would help.” Liam laughs, as Theo narrows his eyes.

The shower turns into more of an exploratory shower than a real one, but he’s left shivering from it and not because of the cold this time.

Tagging @thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @wolfboy88 @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell @mmoosen @hemlocksandfoxgloves @fruchtfliege

[justallihere]

“You’ve been the queen of Tyrrendor for two months, Violet. You’d think your tolerance for betraying Navarre might be a bit higher by now.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Muichiro passed his hand through the fog that had been seemingly summoned by his bladework. It felt real enough, cool mist lingering on his skin as he carved out lines of air through the cloud, before they sowly dissipated back into the gentle, slow fading fog. He passed his hand through it again, observing it curiously. Finally, he looked up at Shisui, who was watching him with a bewildered expression. "Can you see this too?" "Are you well? Mentally?" ...He couldn't tell if that meant Shisui could or couldn't see the mist. Muichiro tilted his head. "Are you asking that in general, or in this moment?" "Uhh. Both...?" Muichiro considered the first half of the question. "No." He tilted his head consideringly in the other direction as he considered the other half of the question, before settling on a tentative answer. "...Yes." Neither answer seemed to improve Shisui's mood.

Chapter 2 of Manic Monday is !! Now !! In !! Progress !!!

[writerformanymuses]

Like daddy, like daughter.

catch up on the latest chapter of ADOC here in the meantime

[redo-rewind-if]

Sorry for the lack of snippets lately, I figured since it's so close to release that I wouldn't do anymore atm but... I couldn't resist sharing some of this scene lol.