#rogue snippet

[welcometololaland]

fic title prompt thing: Four Whole Blueberries

Okay so I made the mistake of doing an ask game where I didn't fully understand the rules, so I don't think I'm supposed to be actually writing a snippet but HERE YOU GO ANYWAY. This fic would be about Alex and Henry having a dispute over which fruit is the best on a fruit platter, Alex accidentally knocking all the blueberries on the floor, the blueberries going missing and turning up in days to come (inspired by @celeritas2997 real life, lmao sorry for slander).

The problem with knocking a pile of blueberries off a platter is that the exact amount of tiny, dark coloured and squash-able fruit isn't easily ascertained. In fact, Alex spends the next day and a half tip toeing around the brownstone, fearful of accidentally stepping on one of them.

After two days have passed, he starts to let his guard down. Which, in hindsight, is a mistake. The blueberries are out for vengeance and have been lying in wait, patiently biding their time.

The first one is discovered at the bottom of his gym bag, squashed perfectly between a workout top and a pair of shorts, effectively dirtying both. Alex has no idea how the damn fruit even got in the bag in the first place, it must have flown high off the counter and gone for gold, unless Henry has been fucking with him and sneaking blueberries into his belongings in order to teach Alex a lesson.

The second blueberry is found when Henry is literally fucking with Alex. He's spread out on their sheets, ass in the air and absolutely desperate for it, when - instead of pressing into Alex - Henry yelps and leaps off the bed, clutching his knee.

"Alex, I think a blueberry got me," he says, a little breathless as he wipes something dark coloured from his leg.

Alex whips his head around and whimpers helplessly. Henry is slick with sweat, hard and has his hand curled around himself. Notwithstanding that the situation gives a new meaning to the term 'fruity', Alex does not want to be waylaid by nature's candy right now.

"The bed is gonna get real messy anyway, sweetheart," he replies, sounding very strung out. "Forget the blueberry."

"It's sticky," Henry protests, licking his clean hand and wiping it across his kneecap. "Why did you let them in here?"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Alex protests. "Those fuckers got out and- Anyway, can you hurry up and make me sticky instead?"

The third blueberry turns up at the end of one of Alex's trainers, making a horrible squishing sound when he shoves his foot in it too quickly. When he pulls his foot out, the end of his sock is completely wet.

By the time the fourth blueberry reveals itself, Alex has had enough.

"Is that-" Henry asks, arching an eyebrow and evidently trying very hard not to laugh as Alex stops still in the middle of the living room.

He groans, lifting his foot off the rug to reveal a decimated blueberry on the bottom of his sock, now destined for the laundry hamper. He's also going to have to wipe the rug, which is his least favourite task, mostly because he begged Henry to stick with the hardwood floors. Alex hates carpet for a reason. It never cleans properly and it's harder to get things out of. Including wayward blueberries.

"You know what?" he grits out, hopping on one foot as he removes his socks. "You were right."

"That's new," Henry muses, folding his book in his lap. "What was I right about?"

"Pineapple," Alex says tightly. "It's definitely the best fruit on the fruit platter."

#four blueberries #snippet #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rogue snippet #ask game #title game #largepeachicedtea #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince

[the-modern-typewriter]

hey~ first off i love ur writing, it’s so gorgeous.

second, may i request something similar//continuation of the king x rogue series from like 3 years ago?? rly old so i understand if u don’t wanna bring it back but one of my favs of yours <3

(This one, I think -though this isn't a continuation)

"My lord."

The king jumped out of his skin (in a very kingly manner, of course) and whirled in his seat.

His rogue smirked at him from - he wasn't even near the window, he was lounging against one of the walls as if he'd been there the whole time. He hadn't.

"You're like a cat," the king said. "A ninja cat."

"A very royal assessment, my lord."

The king scowled at him.

The rogue's smirk grew. He pushed himself off his languid incline, shadowed by the encroaching evening, and closer to the pool of golden light which bathed the king's private desk. The king always privately thought that his rogue looked better in gold than he did.

Up close, however, there was something unreadable in the rogue's eyes. The king had seen it before, many a time, but he'd never quite managed to decipher it.

The king's scowl thus deepened. "You only call me 'my lord' when you're mocking me."

"I would never mock you, my lord."

"Or when you're about to tell me something that you know I won't like."

The rogue's smirk transformed into that something else - softer, but just as indecipherable. "Are you ready for your grand festivities tonight?"

"It's a ridiculous tradition."

"Most traditions are."

"Thank the fates that I'll have you by my side."

The rogue hesitated.

The king twisted properly in his chair, rising from his desk and his stolen moment for never-ending duties. His eyes narrowed. "Thank the fates," he said again, "that I'll have you by my side."

His rogue was always at his side, at his heels; his deadly, playful, dependable shadow. It had been that way since they were teenagers.

"My lord-"

"Do not." The king resisted the urge to fold his arms across is chest, because they were not boys anymore, and perhaps it was absurd to feel hurt. Betrayed, even. Yet... He swallowed and tried to keep his voice light. "You don't want to see who I pick to marry? You're going to have to put up with her forever."

His rogue, unusually enough, didn't say anything.

"At the very least," the king continued, "there'll be wine and dancing and games. All things, I recall, which are very much to your liking." It was more to his rogue's liking than his, certainly. He'd grown up the diplomat, but the only time he ever really had fun at such affairs was when his rogue was at his side, talking him into something that was probably a very bad idea.

"My lord." His rogue's voice was as warm and catching as a fire spark. "I can say with the utmost certainty that I have no desire to see who you pick or propose to tonight."

It was his kingdom's tradition that a new king, on the anniversary of his coronation, must throw a ball and invite all the eligible young women of the kingdom. He must then, over the course of three nights, choose one of them to marry. Of course, most of the time, the who was practically decided well before then informally. But it was still tradition.

He'd never considered that his rogue wouldn't be at his side for it.

"Oh," he managed. He was unsure how to reconcile the words with the tone. He cleared his throat. "I see."

"I don't think you do."

Their eyes met. The puzzle pieces flew together as his rogue took a step closer still, taking his hand with a boldness that would have shocked anyone outside of the room.

"I can't," the rogue said again, with no trace of that perfect, infuriating smirk.

The king didn't pull his hand away. The rogue's was rough against his own, scarred from fights and wounds that were meant for him instead. Still, he didn't know what to say.

I would choose you, if I could wouldn't fix the problem. Oh wasn't anywhere near enough, and I'm sorry felt like an insult to the both of them. It didn't change the obligations he had to his kingdom.

He could have prepared a thousand speeches for the moment, but his mouth still would have been too dry to come out with a single useless word to encompass everything. He pulled the rogue's hand up to his lips, instead, pressing a kiss to his rogue's knuckles in the same way a courtier might swear fealty to their sovereign.

The rogue closed his eyes. His shoulders sagged.

People would enter the room soon enough, they would whisk the king away to get ready for this grand and important night, and his rogue...

"You're leaving," the king said, finally. "I understand."

"What?" The rogue's eyes snapped open. "No."

Dizzying relief flooded the king and it must have shown on his face.

The rogue made a performance of rolling his eyes. "You'd be dead in a week without me." He dropped the king's hand, gave a smirk that didn't quite match up to the sharp shine of his usual, and stepped back. "I'll just be spending the next three nights getting merrily sloshed. You'll be well looked after. I've made the necessary arrangements."

"I'll send over a flagon of wine."

"Don't."

Yeah, that did feel like a pitiful consolation. Crueller than the king had intended it to be. He floundered. His hand felt far too empty. He folded his arms then, before he could stop himself.

"You don't have to stay by my side," he said, instead. The best and most terrible offer he could make.

His rogue opened his mouth, then closed it. He studied the king with uncharacteristic seriousness, before his face shifted to its usual carelessness. "Keep this up," the rogue purred, "and I'll think you're trying to get rid of me. See you in three days."

"Goodbye."

He watched his rogue go, heart aching, because what else was there to do that was fair or kind to the man he loved but could not have? Except to say goodbye.

He wished he could avoid watching himself get married to someone else too. He turned back to his desk, any vague excitement he'd managed to muster for the ball evaporated. He rubbed a tired hand over his eyes, when no one was there to see it.

He was, thus, surprised when the rogue appeared behind him again, pulling him around. Warm hands cupped his jaw with surety, and then the rogue's lips were pressed against the king's. Sweet and claiming and - if the king's heart had not been willingly given long ago - enough to steal anyone's love.

He'd imagined what it might be like to kiss his rogue so many times. He'd always feared that if he let himself try, he'd never be able to stop.

They broke apart, breathless; the king a little dazed.

"Tell your people," the rogue said, pulling him towards the bed. "That you're going to be fashionably late to that party."

#king x rogue #rogue #friends to lovers #writing #royalty #fiction #creative writing #story #story snippet #writing snippet #romance #m/m #lgbtq #lgbtq romance

[morganlefaye79]

I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo . Thank you so much for the tag and make me share something. 💜💛

I started a new run for Cyberpunk with Val in v2.01 and try to get my lighting, raytracing and ReShade back to what it was before, so I do many shots at the moment just to test things.

I summoned the "vigilante" ( I use a reskin from AMM because I don't like the open hood) and this happened. I (affectionately) call this car roach now. ( I tested raytracing on the car paint)

Val is having a breather in Reconsiliation Park. (I tested the fall of sunlight on surfaces and clothing and also a few ReShade filters)

I love when it rains in NC, but I need to tinker with the rain still to make it more visible in shots. (yes I know there's a mod, but I want to see how far I can get without it)

I was tinkering with sharpening tools and dof, to have the structures of the clothes in front sharp, but not e.g. the faces bc it looks "too much".

How much saturation is too much, mama Welles?

Increase the sharpness on faces without being unrealistic.

This disapproving Johnny you get as a treat.

And since I'm bored ( I'm certainly not, my workload atm is horrible) I also started a Halloween fic at the start of October, which isn't finished yet, but I try to get it to y'all asap 😅

TW graphic depiction of violence TW blood There were two other guards outside that were alerted now. They each had a shigure and started shooting at Val. The bullets hit his body, but they just left faint scratches, nothing more, and when the guards realized that they couldn’t kill him, they tried to leg it but weren’t fast enough. Val made just one forced jump and landed on them. One of his hind legs on one of their backs. Val was now hungry for blood and bit the throat of the first one while crushing the other one's skull on the pavement. The blood made him rage. He finally turned into the monster that legends told about lycanthropes. It made him more powerful and dangerous. When he looked down on the one he had bitten, he felt nothing other than the urge to do it again.

So that's what I'm wasting my time with. (affectionate)

Tags are under the cut.

@dreamskug @wraithsoutlaws @vox-monstera @faepunkprince @a-pirate @maimaiapologist @ghostoffuturespast @gloryride @dustymagpie @jaymber @fereldanwench @genocidalfetus @cinnamon-mey @katsigian @chevvy-yates @kittenchrissy @sammysilverdyne @rindemption @imaginarycyberpunk2023 @kharonion @neonbutchery

#wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #oc: Valaire Dercks #johnny silverhand #rogue amendiares #mama welles #tw graphic depiction of violence #tw blood #for the snippet

[fire-but-ashes-too]

guess who's finally writinggggg

its meeeeeeeeeeee

#just 300 words #but STILL #and its all description :D #my beloved descriptions #very dramatic eheh #i decided that before writing the rogue #since i got a couple snippets here and there but nothing solids #i gotta build it up #so #i'll finally #start #to worldbuild #its not gonna end well #for sure #im probably gonna go mad #magic #government #laws #maps #send help

[little-peril-stories]

Romantic Snippets Tag

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams (in this post here). Thanks for the tag!

Tagging: OPEN TAG

Pulling from angsty heist wip today :)

When I run my fingers against his face, brushing a few wayward strands of hair away from his eyes, he doesn’t stir. I love him all the time, but I especially love him in moments like this, when I can see the peace in his features and count his gentle, even breaths. Sometimes I wonder what he’s dreaming of when he looks like this—so serene, so undisturbed. Some lovely dreams they must be.

#romantic snippets #romantic snippets tag game #tag game #thanks for the tag! #wip: angsty heist project #lps the court of rogues

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Smut snippet Punishing gif 7A

Desperate to please her boss. Emerald decided to steal from the head of the Lunar Rorts. However, she was caught by the elf himself, Thundove Liadon. And now she’s being taught who her new boss is.

Punishing Sex: 7A

“Now, what did we learn~?”

A wicked smirk spread across the elven crime boss’ face as he stared down at the would-be thief. She had some skill—he was humble enough to admit that much at least—but all that skill had been so wasted on a foolish bid for wealth. He shook his head, huffing in annoyance, and tugged harder on the braids in his hands. “Well~? Speak up!”

The thief in question could only give a strangled moan in reply, her hands gripping the silken bedsheets under her for dear life as her body jerked through the throes of passion. Her dark skin was already glistening with sweat from the countless rounds he’d been going at on her, and her phat ass wobbled, reddened with bruises from the constant smacking and bucking into her, over and over again.

Thundove made a sharp clicking sound with his tongue, tutting in annoyance—and his hips bucked harder into her ass again. “That’s not an answer, little thief—come now, I know you can speak common, so what did you learn~?”

“Y-you~ g-gah~ s-slowww~” Emerald tried to murmur, but it was so hard—not just from the ruthless fucking that had left her throat dry from all her helpless moaning, but also from the feeling of her twin braids wrapping tight around her slender throat. Her rose-colored eyes rolled back, lips parting in a sharp gasp as she jerked—gods, it was so hard to think straight when he did this. “F-fuuuccckkk~!”

“Mm, not the answer I was looking for, little gem~” Thundove tutted again, even as he slammed balls deep into her. The two of them groaned as he pumped his hot elven seed into her, before immediately shoving forward, forcing her face-down into the bed spread and smacking her roughly on the ass once more. “Looks like you need a bit more re-education~ let’s start from the top again, shall we~?”

Emerald could just whimper in reply, before she lost her voice again in shameless moaning, helpless to escape the fate he had for her.

#a remnant of what once was (rwby au snippet) #a twisted snippet (not sft snippet) #adventurers in peril (bad ending) #a tavern visitor (mutual's oc) #thundove liadon (megareader93 oc) #megareader93 aka composcreator #emerald sustrai (human rogue)

[madamebaggio]

Notes: Previously...

***

“I heard stories.” 

Samantha looked over her shoulder. “About?”

“You.”

She rolled her eyes. “I bet you did.”

“The thing about the lion…”

“What?”

“The lion.” Will insisted. “Was is it for real? Did you really fight a lion?”

That wasn’t what Samantha was expecting. Normally when people heard stories about her they were about how much of a bitch she was.

“Not really.”

“Oh.” He looked really disappointed about that.

“It was a lioness, not a lion.” She corrected. “But I didn’t have to actually fight her. She just wanted her cubs back.”

“That’s pretty amazing any way.”

#madame baggio #crackship #crossover #gifs not mine #crossover pairings #snippet #au #rogue 2020 #samantha o’hara #william ironhead miller #triple frontier #Samantha x William

[acapelladitty]

I am still grinding away at this nasty little Corinthian and Jonathan Crane fic btw 😈💦

#snippets taken 5 mins before that cigarette is put out on Corinthians hand for his attitude #Jonathan crane #the corinthian #corinthian #sandman #gotham rogues #the sandman #dc comics

[rindemption]

Werewolves in Cyberpunk

Disclaimer: I'm taking some liberties and not really following the guide books for this. I like the idea of lycanthropy being genetic as well as passable in more traditional methods, and I've seen this as how Nathan gained his lycanthropy since the start. The nomad lore is similarly my own personal headcanons and don't quite fit in the provided text, but it makes my werewolf headcanons make more sense to me. I did have a post on this nearly a year and a half ago, but it's vanished into the void so I'm remaking it. These are just my personal thoughts and ramblings, no one is beholden to agree or follow them.

Addendum: Please do feel free to use these headcanons, expand on them or adjust them to your liking, or take the pieces you want! My only concern is that I don't want people accusing me of trying to push my personal character lore onto their characters, so if you like it and want to use it I have no issues.

Werewolf Genetics

To have lycanthropy passed on from parent to child without the population getting too big to fit in the setting, it has to be a recessive gene. This allows for two full blooded weres to always have full blooded children, and for the existence of half-weres -- humans who may or may not be aware that they carry the gene for lycanthropy.

In the same way certain genetic diseases can still cause an effect when present on a single mutated recessive allele, lycanthropy can still appear in mild forms in these half-weres. They gain some physical benefits and changes in line with their full blooded brethren, but nowhere near to the same extent, and none are capable of fully shifting.

Which physical and psychological changes appear varies from person to person, determined by other existing genes and abilities. One individual may gain more strength and endurance, while another develops lean muscle and agility. For all with the genes, traits don't being to appear until puberty. Full werewolves start showing sooner, and are able to fully shift near the end of puberty, while half-weres may take some more time to develop their traits.

A little bit of lore:

My headcanon has always been that werewolves formed the original Nomad clans. To keep themselves safe, most had always stuck together, kept to the outskirts of the cities. When things began to go downhill they did what instinct told them to: they banded together, got away from it all, and took care of their own. Slowly more and more people with similar mindsets joined them, until they became the roaming nations they are today.

Nomad clans, where most werewolves have made their homes, are largely more human than were as a result of simple genetics. Half-weres outnumber them nearly 5 to 1 as a result, but the clans highly benefit from the existence of both. There are enough full blooded werewolves to cause rumors and folk tales to spread, but many are able to pass under the radar as being preternatural. They're well equipped to fend for and protect themselves, and their tendency for pack bonding has made them highly loyal of their clans. A dissolution like with the Bakkers can be extremely stressful for former members, and the merging of clans can be tense for all parties.

City dwelling werewolves aren't common, but they do exist. They tend to be fighters, solos, guns for hire, doing work that keeps them moving and giving them some sense of belonging and fulfillment. Many half-weres that exist within cities aren't even aware of their status, born of parents who never told them, or who weren't aware themselves. They develop abilities above the human average, and tend to brush it off as purely skill or good genes, not realizing the former is true in ways they can't imagine. In time their descendants lose the recessive gene, and they're nothing more than human again.

#personal headcanon #cyberpunk 2077 #rogue posting from hiatus #one benefit to not letting myself scroll mindlessly when i have down time is my mind gets to wander to this kind of stuff again #about the oc: nathan #about the oc: vito #about the oc: victory #character lore: nathan #maybe I'll just post lore snippets instead of photos for a bit 🤭

[walkawaytall]

It all happened in quick succession: Leia fired, the warbly sound of a stun shot leaving the blaster filling the range; Luke relaxed his stance slightly as the shot sped toward him, dropping the lightsaber blade, saying, “Are you going to—“ right as the stun shot hit his shoulder; Luke dropped to the deck, still as a corpse.

“Luke!” Leia screamed, running to where he lay. His eyes were still closed, and she could see that he was breathing normally. She knelt next to him as the other Rogues gathered around them.

Wedge and Tycho squatted on either side of Leia. She looked at their faces, at the faces of Hobbie, Wes, and Dak. They all seemed less concerned than she felt.

Wes knelt across from Leia. “He hates when he comes out of it and we’re all staring down at him like we’re at his funeral, so we usually try to make sure and do that.”

Leia blinked, an incredulous expression on her face. “How many times has this happened that you have something that you usually do?”

“Oh, when we first tried this, Skywalker got stunned eight times in an hour. Hasn’t happened at all the last few times, though. You broke his streak, Organa.”

#look I know I don't usually post snippets this early #but I just like writing Rogue shenanigans and this bit cracks me up a little #star wars fanfiction #title: purpose of heritage

[the-rogue-mockingjay]

In amber light she mourned, Aymeric getting stabbed, and Apocalypse state of mind!

Answered abt apocalypse state of mind [here] ! As for the other two, ehehheehe >:))))

In amber light she mourned is set maybe 24hrs after The Royal Menagerie and it's Aymeric tracking O'ravi down to check in with her. She's...a mess. The things Zenos said to her really did a number on her and he sort of plants the seed in her mind that she's actually a monster at her core, same as he is. Which....Aymeric has Thoughts(TM) about lol. The title is a nod to one of Stormblood's recurring phrases, In Crimson It Began.

"Aymeric got stabbed rip in pieces bro" is about Aymeric and one of my non-WoL OCs, Marielle, a childhood friend of his. It's set soon after that one guy tries to kill Aymeric, and Marielle drops by to check on/bully him. Snippet:

The frame of Aymeric’s bed creaked as a new weight settled on it, rousing him from an uneasy sleep. He cracked one eye open and found an old friend seated beside him, prim as you please, her smile lacking its usual sharpness. An ebony pipe dangled from her fingers, not yet lit. He nudged her hand as far away as possible. “Word on the street is that the lord commander got shanked while passing through Foundation," she said. "Shocking, isn’t it? I choked on my beer when I heard.” “Marielle. The chirurgeons would be quite cross if they knew you were here.” “Then it’s a good thing they don’t.” She clicked her tongue, rifling through her pockets for a match. “How bad is it?” “Naught that won’t heal in time—but surely you didn’t trouble me just for that.” “Well of course. I wouldn’t dream of wasting the lord commander’s time, especially not after he’s danced so close to death."

#i wanna write more of marielle and aymeric but i sorta lost the damn plot and don't know where to go with this fic ;-; #but hey the snippet cracks me up so. im glad i have this much of it written at least lol #in amber light she mourned feels too melodramatic i gotta tone that shit down #that's why there's no snippet lol #i wrote it so many months ago but aaaauuuuugh the cringe.... #cringe is dead!! except when it comes to writing big emotions. then there is so much cringe i take 4587403537 psychic damage and die. lmao. #my greatest struggle in writing.....alas i have yet to overcome it #anyway aymeric downplaying the fact he almost got assassinated is so funny to me. bbygirl WHOMST do you think you are fooling #rogue writes #o'ravi soltholia #marielle de dzemael

[snow-system-wol]

Scions of the Seventh Dawn

(oh take me back to the start)

Ao3 link.

No major tw: canon typical light references to violence and slavery

Joining the Scions of the Seventh Dawn was both extremely familiar and also like nothing S'ria had ever done before. How odd it was that his path had led him here of all places…

Being with the Rogues, there was never any doubt that he was proud of what he was doing – upholding the Code rarely put his morals in any conflict. Over the decade, some of the violations involved truly sketchy business deals and raiding of friendly vessels – the sort of things that Limsa Lominsa wanted to put in the past, but needed someone far less visible than her guards to investigate.

In truth though, the vast majority of the violations that the guild felt the need to step in immediately with were human trafficking, perpetuating the more morbid and dangerous black markets.

S'ria would not say everything he did was above the board, could not call himself a law-abiding citizen, but he knew that he was making people safe.

Each time he hauled a slaver back to the nearest gaol, each time he slit their throat if they refused to yield, each time he gently untied someone's wrists and helped them to their feet – he was comfortable saying these actions were all the right ones. The blood on his hands didn't make them feel any less clean, that was all.

S'ria didn't leave because he disagreed with any of that. He simply…drifted. Many of those that had helped raise him had already moved on – to safer careers, to build a family, to spend their life at sea. He didn't begrudge them their choices, but Jacke was now really one of the only people that'd been here when Sria first showed up a decade ago. The Guild would always be a safe place to go, but it felt a little bit less like home over the years.

There wasn't any one moment where he decided, either. S'ria just quietly joined the Adventurer’s Guild for spare gil, taking on a mix of normal jobs when he wasn't occupied on other missions. More and more of his time was spent away. Jacke started calling him in less for missions in a move that S'ria initially read as rejection, but quickly realized was Jacke trying to give him the freedom to choose. S'ria was grateful for that, even if he never said it to him out loud. 

And then S'ria took on some odd jobs at a farm and everything changed very quickly.

He'd immediately known something was different about Y'shtola – he'd seen a few conjurers pass through the Guild, but none like this. She was warm enough to him, but S'ria always tried to keep in mind that she was clearly powerful.

Her allies were similar – each with their own quirks (nice but maybe flaky, a bit distant but reliable, vaguely troubled), but clearly all very strong in their own rights.

(The Hyur, Thancred – it did not miss S'ria's attention that his fighting stance was identical to S'ria's – but if Thancred had left before S'ria ever arrived in Limsa Lominsa, then that was none of his business to acknowledge. Surely the man must've noticed as well, on S'ria's end, if the fake guild-assigned last name didn't give it away first.)

When the Scions made their initial pitch, his first thought was to compare them to the guild he'd grown up in. Certainly, both were sure that they were improving the world with their actions. The Scions, however, believed they could make a difference on a far broader scope than one contained region. It scared S'ria at first. The type of people in La Noscea who claimed they would change the world were typically either tyrants or two steps from drunkenly falling on their arse. Both were bad for their own reasons – but better to follow an idiot than a megalomaniac.

If the Scions were destined to be tyrants, he didn't want to be operating as their right hand – or their left (he was not yet sure if they were asking him to operate in the light or the shadows. The latter could get even worse.)

There was a distinct danger in that – there was a hierarchy here. Minfilia, then all of the others, then S'ria. Oh, the Archons may say he was their equal, may even say the whole group was equal, but S'ria could read the room. He could tell apart a suggestion and an order, no matter how gently it was phrased. While Jacke may have been considered a guildmaster of sorts, he was never meant to be obeyed without question. (Hells, he'd probably give you a lecture on safety if you were obedient to a fault.) His leadership was only a matter of skill and experience, not authority.

With all that in mind, S'ria maybe should've given more thought to leaving Vesper Bay and never returning.

The Scions seemed different though, somehow, from what he feared they could become. For one, Minfilia seemed to understand something about what… happened to his mind and memory sometimes. At least, he thought she did, but she may have been speaking of something else entirely. It was still more courtesy and understanding than pretending it never happened.

S'ria quickly learned that the gaps in his memory, those were still abnormal to Minfilia and shouldn't be talked about– but she at least understood that he saw things and felt odd or different at times. That was worth something.

And the actual nail in the coffin – gods if their hope wasn't infectious.

#ffxiv-oc #snow-system #ffxiv oc #writings #sria snippets #i dont think we ever really got into srias transition from rogue era to scion era #and his feelings about that so #🤲

[little-peril-stories]

🌹Romance Snippets Tag🌹

I was tagged by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams to share some romance snippets from my writing.

I had way too much with this so I'm sorry in advance.

Please enjoy this OPEN TAG :) because I think my friends have already been tagged lol

From The Prince of Thieves

Kisses in the driving snow were not nearly as pleasant as kisses in warmer, cozier scenes, but Jamie found he couldn’t regret it too sorely as Geoff’s warm lips pressed against his. ... Her body is flush against mine, separated only by her woollen dress and my snow-damp coat, layers that may as well be nothing, the way I can feel the heat of her against the heat of me. The way I can feel every beat of her heart.

From the Breanna Hatchett AU

He kissed her again, but did not stop at her lips, rather trailing down her neck, teasing as he went, the stubble along his jaw pricking into her skin and making her shiver.

From the angsty heist wip

What I see of it seems lovely, but she’s already peeking through the now-disorganized pile of papers, leaning right over me to find the one she’s seeking. This close to her, I can see the dusting of freckles on her cheeks and down her neck, the glistening of sweat on her skin, and the fine details of lace around the collar of her dress. For some reason, my heart is racing. ... Her cheeks are so pink, just like the sunset in her poem—like the sky at dusk. Like sprays of light as the sun and its brilliance vanish below the horizon. Becoming. Endearing.

Bonus Ash/Laramie and Fen/Freddie nonsense below but under the cut bc I'm kind of embarrassed by those stories 😅

From The Curiosity Collector

Laramie fought to keep his legs steady, tried to ignore the fiery throbbing of his head. Ash had been fine when he left the previous day. More than fine, really. They’d spent the afternoon in the company of only one another, hours of lying in the sun, staring up at the clouds and treetops. Brushing hair out of each other’s eyes. Running fingers up and down the other’s body. Pressing their lips together in lazy, love-drunk kisses as if they had all the time in the world.

...

“I love you.” Ash repeated the words he had spoken before, words uttered like an incantation. He watched Laramie’s face, tracing every line, every hint of grief behind his eyes. Committing it to memory in all its perfection. “I love you. I have always loved you, and I always will.”

From Fen & Freddie

lol there was nothing cute in F&F except them cuddling at the very end lmao. so have Freddie obsessing about saving Fen

He could die here, Freddie thought, if it meant Fen could live, somehow. If in the grand scheme of the entire universe, the loss of Frederic Howell would balance out to allow Fen Bailey-Song to keep breathing, to keep living— He was okay with that. ... “I’d do it again,” he said, “if it meant it wasn’t you.”

bonus bonus: this July I'll be rewriting my novel affectionately known as "Book 2." Here's a snippet from the first draft (written last summer), taken from a scene that will not make it into the rewrite. [poor buddy's POV got cut entirely]

What was she doing right now? Was she sleeping soundly in her borrowed bed, blissfully unaware of the way she made his blood scream through his veins? Could she know how the very thought of her made him feel as if he were gasping for air? ... Even with the hope that she might accept everything he had to say, even as he clung to its fragile wings like delicate drops of drew clung to blades of grass in the morning sun, he couldn’t dispel his fears—or everything else that had crossed his mind since the night before. In his sleepless stupor, he had allowed himself for the first time to imagine kissing her, and the thought had sent shivers down his spine.

here have a scene that will make it into the new version but who knows what it'll look like

She leaned into another kiss, letting her hands explore some more, one hand cupping the back of K's neck, the other running down her arm. To her surprise, the soldier let B gently push her down, let her hands roam more freely, let her lips and her tongue explore the soft skin of her neck. “You’re not that tough at all, are you?” she whispered. Below her, K laughed. “We’ll see who’s tough.” B nipped at her ear, taking delight in the little startled gasp it elicited. “Is that a promise?” With what seemed like hardly any effort at all, K rolled over, taking B with her so she was on top, staring down right into B' soul with a smile on her face. “Do you want it to be?” “Yes.” B reached up and landed another kiss, soft and full and slow. “Gods, yes.”

#romance snippets tag game #tag game #all the stories holy cow #well. it's a stretch for Fen & Freddie but I tried #lps the court of rogues #lps the queen of lies #lps the prince of thieves #lps the curiosity collector #lps fen and freddie

[the-twisted-tales-tavern]

Punishing Sex 5E: While trying to hunt down her old mentor, Anko ends up stumbling upon one of his labs, and finds out it isn’t as abandoned as she’d assumed…

She felt the wall hit long before the hand that had wrapped around her neck and thrown her against it. She hadn’t even noticed the towering flesh golem creeping up on her—for a shambling mass of recycled body parts, it was deceptively silent, and even with all her skills she hadn’t noticed it. Nor did she notice its extra arms grabbing and ripping the clothes from off her figure, leaving the rogue helpless and nude.

Dazed, Anko groaned pitifully, her head spinning from the harsh impact. She’d been too distracted looking over the remains of her old mentor’s work, but the second she had her faculties again—

Another harsh impact hit her, and Anko’s eyes went wide. In her dazed state, she hadn’t noticed the golem grab her by the legs and fold her up like a pretzel, pinning her by her ankles against the wall—but she had noticed the pillar of cock that smacked against her abdomen and curved up to rest between her breasts. Evidently Orochimaru hadn’t only used humanoid body parts for this monster, and as the flared horse cock dragged down her figure, she gasped and shuddered. “O-oh shit…~”

The flesh golem snarled with what Anko could only describe as a lustful fury, and before she could even try to wriggle free, the flares tip smacked against her folds and rammed forward. Her eyes went wide at the sudden impact and her body bucked—as much as it could, at least, before a hand not holding her by her ankles over her head snapped around her throat and began to squeeze. Her body stiffened and her voice broke in a wheezing gasp, and her hips jerked as it thrust harder.

“N-no~ o-oh n-nooo~” Anko managed to squeak out, but the words were barely more than a whisper. She gasped, the world starting to go dark and blurry. Every thrust, every buck of the golem’s hips into hers, was one more blow to her cervix—her body unable to resist it, her walls crumbling and giving way for its brutal conquest. Her eyes rolled up—catching the sneering grin of the monster over her, panting with pleasure and delight—before rolling fully back, moaning out shamelessly as she climaxed hard.

She wouldn’t be leaving this ruin, she realized with sinking dread, before her whole world turned dark.

#anko mitarashi (human rogue) #between the shadows and leaves (Naruto au) #a twisted snippet (not sft snippet) #adventurers in peril (bad ending) #at the beasts' mercy (monster fucking) #rotting away (undead) #dungeon master’s snippet

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Working up a sweat - 5C - Ruby's teacher invited her to do some private exercises with him, which made some of the other students jealous cause he was quite the handsome man, which is a score. What she may not realize yet, he has a thing for her in a more erotic manner... he hopes this maybe continues.

So, a thing I don't think you realized when you sent this in is that, canonically, Ruby learned her skills and talents from her Uncle Qrow...and that's not really a feature of her backstory I intend to remove...so~...

Working Up a Sweat: 5C

It had started innocently enough. Ruby had gone to her "uncle" Qrow for combat training, and seeing the determination in her eyes, the old rogue could hardly argue. They would meet up every few days, run through exercises together in the nearby forest, and then start her weapon training hand-to-hand. A few of the girls in the village fawned and gushed over her getting all that time alone with him, but she didn't think much of it—he was just her Uncle, after all!

Then, at the end of a session not long after she'd turned eighteen, he'd accidentally stolen a kiss...and everything changed.

"Ah~! More~! H-Harder, Qrow~! Harder~!" Ruby panted and moaned as her curvaceous and fit young form was bent over one of the large felled trees that lined their "training grounds". The ranger-to-be was stripped totally nude, her crimson cloak and combat outfit tossed and discarded like trash as she bared herself before her mentor, gripping the grass on the other side of the log for stability. "Give it~! Give it all to me~!"

Behind her, her handsome and rugged mentor and sort-of uncle smirked down at the panting and gasping beauty, his hands firmly around her waist as he bucked his hips roughly into the pillowy embrace of her softly toned ass. The lustful pleas that fell so wanton and desperate from her lips goaded him on—past the point of knowing this was wrong, and steadfastly into the open fields of "I don't give a fuck I'm doing it anyway".

With a grin, Qrow leaned over her and chuckled into her ear. "If I give it to you any more, I might end up knocking you up, Rubes~ your adventuring life would end even before it began~"

"I don't care~!" Ruby squealed, and she jerked her hips back—that fat and juicy ass of hers bouncing and twerking lewdly back into his thrusts as she moaned louder. "I need more~! Fuck me more, fuck me harder, Qrow~!! Qrow~!!!"

The handsome older man sighed in mock-defeat, before a wicked grin spread across his face. "Well, if that's what you want, babygirl~" he growled—and suddenly, his back was pressed to hers and he pulled her away from the felled tree, arms hooking under her legs to fold her into a deep and immobilizing full-nelson as he rammed his cock ruthlessly up into her guts, into her womb, into her sanity.

With a squeal of delight, Ruby climaxed hard around his cock, her mind melting with the pleasure and her body jerking roughly with his thrusts—thoughts of leaving the village to pursue adventure had fled her mind, and as she felt her uncle's potent load shoot up into her, she knew that there would be no going back. This was where she belonged, right here, right now.

Forever the slutty fuckdoll lover of her doting mentor.

#a twisted tale (nsft snippet) #a different sort of fairy tale (rwby au) #prospective monster fuckdoll (ruby rose) #the dusty old rogue (qrow branwen)

[gyunikum]

send me some prompts? I wanna write bite sized things.

#i take orders for käärijä and sas rogue heroes #also #käärijan #tackling writer's block one snippet at a time