#snippet ask game

[solcorvidae]

ask game!! ⭐️, 📚 or 🎶 or if there’s another u rly want to do then do that one :D

Hi Robyn!! Thank you for the ask <33

These are... mostly Lambert-centric snippets. Oops! I didn't plan that, but he lives in my brain 24/7 so I suppose it only makes sense that he appears so frequently in my writing.

⭐️ share a snippet where a character is the best at something.

The drive was only two hours in total, including stops. But Geralt was tired of his reading being interrupted by Lambert's loud chatter and his shrieking laughter as he threw the disgusting blanket he dragged everywhere onto Geralt's lap. Lambert thought Geralt's reaction was a riot.

"Lambert," Vesemir warned for what felt like the one-hundredth time that afternoon. "I will stop the car. This is your last warning. Stop bothering your brother." 

Geralt felt queasy as he flicked the dirty blanket off his book and back to Lambert's side of the truck. Lambert was quiet for all of five minutes before he began pestering Eskel instead, kicking the back of the seat. Eskel did not give him the attention he was searching for and simply moved the seat forward without further acknowledgement. It only took Lambert's tiny legs a few more swings to realize he could no longer reach the back of the seat in front of him. "Noo, put it back!"

Lambert's voice felt like nails on a chalkboard to Geralt as he slapped the palms of his hands over his tiny ears to block out the shrill whining of the five-year-old next to him.

(Lambert is the best at being annoying during family outings... especially if it involves more than a 20 minute drive. But hey, he's five here, who can blame him? Also, yes. He is a blanket kid.)

📚 share a snippet where the character is being academic/is in an academic setting/is showing off their knowledge.

If there was one thing Lambert was known for, it was finishing what he started. It didn't matter if it was a personal project, coursework, or an argument; if Lambert started something, he was never known to be the first to back down or leave it unfinished. 

He cursed through his teeth at the eraser-worn page in front of him. They were given the entire four-hour lab period to complete their work; Lambert was determined to take advantage of it even if his classmates rarely did. Balling his fists tightly in his hair, yanking harshly in frustration, Lambert felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. He was the last person in the eerie classroom, short of his TA. 

The clock ticked mockingly in his ears as the remaining ten minutes of class marched on. There was no way Lambert was finishing this lab before he and his TA had to leave. 

He glared at the chalkboard with the results that still, for the seventh time, did not match the numbers on the pH meter in front of him or the aggressive handwriting scrawled on his page. He did not want to have to finish this over the weekend or gods forbid, hand it in as is. No, Lambert was top of his class the last two semesters; he would not let this impact his final. They were only halfway through the semester, he couldn't afford to use up what he liked to call his 'one designated fuck up' before he was off for the reading week. He couldn't afford that hanging over his head, not with his scholarship on the line, not when this lab was worth twenty percent of his final grade. 

(AKA: Top Ten Photos Taken Moments Before Disaster... and by disaster, I mean Lambert having a breakdown in his Organic Chemistry lab.)

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE.

Aiden looked down at him with concern plastered on his face. He watched as tears streamed down the sides of Lambert's face, past his ears. He couldn't sense anything amiss, so why was he crying? 

Lambert pulled Aiden back down onto the bed beside him. "It's stupid," he said as they laid on their sides, faces mere inches apart, limbs tangled and intertwined so that neither man knew which foot belonged to whom. Lambert watched Aiden study his body language and found nothing. He was okay. He was more than okay. 

Lambert was happy. 

"I just love you so fucking much, you know?" Lambert choked, brushing a loose strand of hair from Aiden's eyes and tucked it behind his ear. 

Aiden fought a losing battle. "Yeah, I do," he whispered, swallowing his words, afraid that someone might hear and take it all away. 

(Canon Divergence, Alive Aiden fic. Probably going to be the next thing you see on AO3... whenever that may be)

#the witcher fanfiction #lambden #lambert witcher #aiden witcher #snippet ask game #ask game #☀️ #sol scribbles

[adrift-in-thyme]

Hiya Trin! I’d love the commentary on this bit from your one whumptober fic :D It hurts so much, Time’s rambling is just. hhhhhh. much ow.

As gently as possible he pushes Time back onto the log, even as the older hero tries to wrench himself out of his grip. Twilight can feel the panic building steadily within him like water boiling in a kettle. If he can just get him to settle down before it grows out of control…

“You can’t–” The old man gasps, breathless and trembling. “Twi..Twilight…I have to…No!”

Abruptly, he reels back. Before Twilight can react, a fist collides with his face. The rancher stumbles. His grasp slips. With surprising speed, Time lunges for his sword.

“Ganondorf is coming!”

The fear is blatantly visible on his face now, terror audible in his voice. Twilight freezes, hand stopping halfway through its journey to touch his newly bruised cheek.

He’s not the only one with the arm strength of a moblin, apparently.

“Sweet Ordona…”

Time whirls and the rancher is forced to leap out of the way of his sword’s reach.

“Have to get the sages, have to save Zelda…” He takes a stumbling step forward. A particularly violent shudder races through him and the weapon slips from his grip to land with a dull thump on the earthen ground. “Get to the castle….can’t lose this time–all going to die…what a terrible fate…”

Twilight ducks down and snatches Time’s claymore before he can reach for it again. At that moment, Wild scrambles up to his side.

“Here!” He grabs the sword and presses a potion into Twilight’s hands instead. “Lemme get this out of reach and I’ll come help you hold him down.”

Twilight nods. He clenches his hand around the bottle, forcing an inhale through his nose. Time’s words have cut him straight to the core and left him winded and shaky. Never before has he seen the old man this vulnerable, this scared. It just isn’t right, to see his mentor gaze at him like a child seeking refuge from the monsters that stalk the night.

…a child with the world on his small shoulders.

“Time.” His voice trembles the slightest bit and he clears his throat. “I need you to trust me.”

Time freezes before him, teeth chattering, breath coming on haggard half-gasps. He crosses his arms tightly over his chest.

“N-no.” He shakes his head. “Only have three days. The clock resets — e-everything’s over. Have to sta…start again and I can’t… please don’t make me.”

He’s speaking pure nonsense now — at least Twilight desperately hopes that’s what this is — but it’s enough to shatter his heart. What nightmares has the hero endured to inspire a plea like this? What secrets haunt him?

…what regrets?

Ooh I had a lot of fun writing that part lol

So this fic — and this snippet — came out of a mixture of my combined mission to write what I want to read (which in this case was a Time sickfic XD) and to allow Time to be vulnerable. Because while none of the boys are particularly great at being vulnerable I feel like he’s one of the worst (in part because he kinda becomes their unofficial leader/parental figure leaving him no choice but to be strong). And what better way to get a guy to open up about all that juicy trauma than to give him a dangerously high fever? XD And if I could throw in some angst with Twilight (who I’ve realized during a recent reread doesn’t actually know much of Time’s backstory) learning in the worst way some of the stuff his mentor has endured? Even better.

So Twilight is thrown into this situation that no one wants to be in — seeing the terribly human weakness in someone they look up to. And I wanted him to see all of that weakness. I tend to forget how traumatizing OoT was for Time because Majora’s Mask’s creepy vibes made the haunting moments of that journey more prominent for me. But I made a point to make myself remember that here (hence the stuff about Ganondorf, the sages, and Zelda). Plus, at this point I headcanon that Time knows at least a little about the Downfall timeline and his fate in it. So, he references that too (saying that he can’t lose this time).

Basically, Time feels like a kid again. He’s scared, he thinks the sky’s gonna fall at any moment. But so does Twilight. Because here’s two extremes: the hero who soldiered on all day and the broken man who is still trying to save everyone despite being dangerously sick. It’s terrifying tbh. Plus this dude just punched him and he isn’t even sure what to think about that (besides OUCH and RUDE lol).

And Wild’s thrown through a loop too. He’s not as close to Time as Twilight is but they definitely are close. And he’s seeing some of himself in Time rn. He knows what it’s like to have your worst memories come back at the worst times. Which is why he immediately wants to jump in and help Twilight (he also feels bad his brother got punched lol).

Basically a bad time (hehe) for all

And Twilight’s definitely gonna have some questions for Time after this. He may not ask them outright (he doesn’t want to pry). But he always wondered what caused Time to become the Hero’s Shade and now he’s thinking…is all this crazy, nonsense-sounding stuff what basically tied him to this plane of existence? He needs some answers

I feel like I’m rambling so I’m gonna stop now lol but thanks!! <33

#asks #trin answers #snippet ask game

[commander-krios]

🐙 for the snippet game pls pls pls gimme gimme

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

Hmmmm Let's see what I can pull up. Have Damon being... Damon LOL

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Damon watched with lingering amusement as the stowaway walked away from the bar, spine straight as she ducked beneath the curtain that separated the main bar from the strip club portion of the Arc. Once she disappeared beneath the tattered cloth, Calderon’s shoulders tensed more than he thought was possible. The girl was driving their dear Captain insane and Damon didn’t think it was just because of her attitude.

Like a shadow, he took the empty seat beside Calderon, motioning the bartender for a refill. Tense silence settled between them so thick that Damon was positive he could cut it with a knife. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the Captain ignored him, that perpetual grimace on his face.

“Looks like Red gave you a piece of her mind. Gotta say, surprised the girl has that much spirit.”

Cal glanced at him sharply, the beer in his hand hovering a few inches from his face. “What did you call her? You know what, I don’t want to know.” With a sigh, he set the drink down, rubbing a hand down his face. “What do you want, Reznor?”

Damon tried to ignore the jab, a flash of irritation disturbing his otherwise jovial mood. “I want to know why you’re letting Her Majesty get you all riled up. I thought you wanted her gone.”

Calderon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his distress only fueling Damon’s need to get under his skin. “Ayame… convinced me to keep her aboard.”

Damon snorted, burying his face in his glass when Cal shot him a glare. Oh this was just too easy. “So you like her?”

“I don’t like you but I still keep you on the ship.”

“You pay me.” Damon reminded him, his mind already building the next part of the plan. If Aya was willing to fight for the girl…  “Besides, you’d be bored if I wasn’t around.”

“Bored? With Aya and Bash? I think you’re drunk.” Calderon sighed, taking a sip of his drink, looking briefly disgusted by the taste. “The girl can stay as long as she’s useful.”

Damon’s lips curled, a predatory grin he couldn’t hide coming to the surface. “Oh, I’m sure you have many uses for her.”

#korblez #snippet ask game #my writing #andromeda six

[winterandwords]

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Thanks for the ask 💜

This is from Project Aria. Dawn is one of the created identities Aria uses to do jobs. She makes up whole lives for her identities, the kind of lives she wishes she'd had.

When she was a child, Dawn’s parents didn’t need to know a doctor who was paid handsomely by respected people in influential positions to repair small bodies in a private medical centre where employees were well versed in looking the other way. Dawn has never been told that she was a mistake. She didn’t grow up believing that she was fundamentally flawed. She never had her hands tied behind her back to stop her detaching the sedative cell that was put there because she wouldn’t stop crying. Dawn was not taught at an early age that crying was the worst thing she could do. No-one has ever raised a hand to her, never mind a weapon. She didn’t learn to count based on shots from a PEP gun or blows from a fist. When Dawn looks in the mirror and sees her father’s dark eyes and her mother’s sharp cheekbones, she doesn’t want to throw up.

#writeblr tags #answered asks #snippet ask game #my writing #project aria

[jmrothwell]

🌳 or ✨ for the ask game? ^^

Hello!!! ^^ Thanks for the ask!!

(Snippet Ask Game)

🌳 share a snippet featuring nature of any kind

From: Somewhere in the future of Even Though it Hurts ((dirt's nature right? XD)

His feet slid to a slower pace below him. The scraping of the dirt beneath his feet hadn’t even quieted by the time he had an arrow nocked and his bow string drawn. He ignored his hammering heart to aim his shot, careful to keep Julie clear, praying the others would catch up soon enough.  No sooner had he released the arrow than he had a second one nocked into place. Drew back the string and bit back a curse as his first shot had clearly did little more than paint a larger target on himself than anything.  His second shot successfully lodged itself in the shoulder of one of the men who had had a firm grip on Julie. Their grip dropped as their scream of pain rang out. The noise barely registered in Reggie’s brain, already working on lining a third shot up. He released the arrow at the same time he heard Julie screech out a sharp, “No!” He didn’t have time to react, didn’t even see what hit him. Feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as he’s flung back more pain igniting at the back of his head. Then the world went black.

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

From: the next chapter of Can't Get You(Out of my Mind) - ((due to tumblr formatting this snippet is a screenshot))

#snippet ask game #thanks for the ask! #send asks? #I need more nature in my fics XD

[void-botanist]

You already know I want the brats 🐙 for the snippet asks pls

I don't have enough brats lol (or rather I just haven't written enough Avis, Syndy, and Isabel/Fay) but you may enjoy this Avis & Sorian snippet from the Before Times:

“It’s true, isn’t it,” she said, sitting down across from him. “He’s yours.” “Yes,” he said, not meeting her eyes. There was no fight in him, and he sagged against the hand he was resting his forehead in. “Who was it?” “One of my clients. The one with the shitty cabinets.” “That narrows it down literally not at all.” “You didn’t see those cabinets,” he said.

Soravis taglist: @vacantgodling

#Sorian used to do a lot of joining work actually #also I'm saving my most excellent Avis being a bitch for a potential 'falls out of love a little' snippet #c: Sorian #c: Avis #soravis #wip: aom #ask games #snippet ask game

[whumpiary]

💅 ask game

💅 share a snippet showing a character embracing their lgbtqness

“We’re going to start with five.”

Cass scoffs, “I can take more than five.”

Ennis laughs softly and drags the flogger down Cass’ back. Cass tries to stop the delighted shiver. Can’t for the life of him. 

“We’re going to start with five,” Ennis repeats, voice low. Decided. Definitive. Undeniable. “And then I’ll decide if you can take more.”

#does this one count? i feel like it should count #answered #snippet ask game

[fandom-queen-13]

😂😍!! Either/or, whatever you'd prefer! Hope you're having a good day

I'm having a great day, thanks you you guys!

😂 a funny or crack WIP snippet

“Did…” Sigmund glances at the open window. “Did he JUMP?!” He peeks out himself. “Whoaf. Yeah, that’s a long way down. But there’s no splotch of Tesla there, so, unfortunately, the oaf lives. Now, what-”

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

(I don't have many published fics, so here's a bit I uploaded to Tumblr before but nobody really noticed!)

"Woah...what is this place? Is this Narnia?"

"I don't know what that place is," the man said, suddenly appearing beside him, "But I'm going to have to say no."

#snippet ask game

[withthekeyisking-writer]

Hi! I saw “Reverse Robins Week” on your current works page and was curious if you have any snippets for that? Reverse Robins is one of my favorite tropes and so I got really excited when I saw it on your page!

It’s one of mine too! I’d be happy to share.

This is my fic for the Day 3 prompts BDSM (AU) & Relationship With a Villain:

Jason smooths his hand over Dick’s hair, murmuring soothing nonsense as his little brother shakes in his grasp. None of it seems to be getting through to him, nothing penetrating the horrible headspace he’s been pushed into.

“I’m sorry,” Dick gasps against his chest, the hundredth time he’s said that, once more shattering Jason’s heart. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—”

“You have nothin’ to be sorry for,” Jason says helplessly. He doesn’t know how to fix this. “You hear me, Dickie? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Snippet ask game

#ask game #anon ask #ask #reverse robins #snipple #snippet ask game

[flameohotwife]

for the snippet ask game, from With You:

“I was happy about the baby already–really. But seeing Gyatso just now…I didn’t realize how badly I needed to tell someone, too. Someone who knew me from before.”

“The spirits were kind, today,” she says, slowly caressing his chest with her fingers. “They owe you that much, after all the times they’ve pulled you from this world for their emergencies.”

Aang chuckles. He knows how she frets over him every time he starts unexpectedly glowing during meditation, never sure when he will come back.

“I’m sorry if I worried you,” he says, but she cuts him off.

“Sweetie, I’ll always worry about you, but I trust you. I know you can take care of yourself in there. You are the Avatar.” She wiggles her eyebrows on this last bit and he laughs, feeling so loved. He bends to kiss her hair.

They curl up for sleep, and for the first time in years, fire does not consume his dreams. He dreams of his new child, of his family. He dreams of baking fruit pies and chasing each other around the island until their sides hurt from laughter. He dreams of taking them to the Spirit World to meet Gyatso, and his heart bursts when he sees them all together; all of the people who have loved him most. He knows now that nothing is missing. He pulls Katara closer in his sleep. Everything is as it should be.

Hiiiiii Northern! Sorry this is so late--kid stuff, birthdays, and holiday weekend got me. This snippet is basically the resolution of With You, which as you know was my Aang-centric secret santa gift for @itsmoonpeaches. It was where I was trying to wrap up all the loose ends and tie them into the purpose of the story.

The gist of it is that Aang is struggling with mourning his people and celebrating new life at the same time. They've just gone to the SWT to tell her family and he's sad that he doesn't have anyone to tell, too. When you lose someone, but I imagine *especially* when you lose *everyone* like Aang did, sometimes you still want to call them up and tell them things that happened to you. Sometimes it feels like you shouldn't be celebrating something without *them* there. Sometimes even the happiest events of your life are tinged with *hurt* because *they're not with you.* Add onto this the layer of war and genocide and being separated from everyone who knew you by a century... and Aang's gonna have some FEELS.

I also HC that Aang was kinda busy with both the mortal and spirit world after a century(+, if you include the time between Roku's death and Aang going into the iceberg) without an avatar. And sometimes the spirits don't necessarily think of human obligations when they have a problem that needs to be dealt with, so they might just steal Aang away on a whim during meditations or solstices or times when Aang is closer to the spirit world in some way. And we KNOW Katara is a worrier. BUT that doesn't mean she doesn't trust Aang to do what he needs to do; to do what's RIGHT. And to come back to her as soon as he can. Katara's remark is also a followup to earlier in the fic, where she prays to the spirits that his meditation will bring him peace.

And that last paragraph. OOOF. I contemplated writing a whole scene of it, but I was running out of time before the secret santa fics were "due" and I wasn't sure it would really fit... or if I really wanted that to be a real possibility or just something that happens in his dreams, to take away the pain and the fire and the guilt from before... I mean, obviously I *want* it to happen but you know. And I guess we *do* see the cloudbabies meeting Iroh in the Spirit World in LoK so it *is* possible... hmmmm maybe one day. And peaches pointed out that in ending the fic the way it started (with a dream) I brought it full-circle, which wasn't a conscious intention but sometimes our subconscious really knows what it's doing I guess, haha. Thanks for the ask, friend! This was fun :)

Send me a snippet of one of my fics and I'll give you a behind the scenes commentary on it.

#snippet ask game #northerngoshawk #asks #with you #kataang #kataang fanfic #my writing

[curiositydooropened]

WIP Whenever

I was going to do these Wednesday, but I'm a slut for these characters, and I wanna talk about them.

So we're doing the snippet ask game, people.

Send me a word and one of my WIPs and I'll post a sentence/paragraph containing that word! xoxo

WIPs are as follows: 🦴 Hell Hound - Bodyguard!Steve x Photographer!Reader ⭐️ Out-Ranked - Lieutenant!Steve x Captain!Reader 🥊 Guilt - FBI!Steve x Vigilante!Reader 🌲 Ranged - Partner!Steve x Special Agent!Reader 📓 The Boy is Mine (Amanda's Version) - Eddie x Reader 🎸 Stuck - Wildfire!Eddie x Reader

#wip whenever #snippet ask game #wip ask game #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

#if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits #''op where's [x] headcanon? '' I forgor #''op actually some of these are canon'' eeeehhhhhh idc #writing game #hermitcraft #ask game #ask games #the hg comic fanzine had me in the mood for some comic aesthetic

[adrift-in-thyme]

Hi!! I saw you're doing the DVD commentary ask game. If you don't mind, I'd love to hear about this passage. Your description of magic is so cool!

Dark magic warps around him, funneling him down, down, down. He reaches toward it with his own magic, trying to guide it, to nudge it in a safe direction. Water. They need to land in water. Otherwise this will end very badly. He solidifies an image in his head. A lake — big and beautiful and clear, waterfalls rushing down into it. There. That’s where he wants them to land. A hand grapples in the darkness. Fingers wrap around his own, familiar magic pouring through them to enhance his own. A slight smile lifts Legend’s lips. Hyrule. The image grows more clear and distinct. The smell of fresh water and dewy grass fills his nostrils. Legend steels himself and takes a deep breath. Any moment now… Heart pounding in his throat, he tightens his hold on Hyrule’s hand. “Don’t let go,” he orders through the waves of their entwined magic. And Hyrule’s grip strengthens in reply. Another moment slides by, a moment filled with utter darkness and the nauseating push and pull of gravity. Legend holds his breath, awaiting impact. It comes in a rush of magic and liquid, cold and heat, light and darkness. Legend catches a glimpse of blue sky and white clouds. Then his body breaks the surface with such force it knocks the air from his lungs.

Thanks!! I had a lot of fun describing magic here. I kinda always enjoy describing it lol. I’ve always been into fantasy (I read the Narnia stories so much as a kid that I practically had them memorized XD) and magic always seems like such a beautiful and powerful thing (even dark magic) that I’m always trying to find a way to capture that. It helps that I was in the Loki fandom before this so I got a good bit of practice figuring out how I wanted to portray his magic and that experience carries over into my LU fics now.

Also, recently I read ‘weathered and wavering’ and the author had such good descriptions of everything but especially magic. I wanted to eat their writing lol. So I was inspired by their work to portray magic as more idk intrinsic to the user’s existence I guess? More alive and linked with them and others.

And I just generally love the idea of magic users being connected through it (hence Legend and Hyrule’s telepathy moment lol).

Believe it or not I actually struggled a lot with this fic and this moment as a whole. I needed Legend to end up in a body of water somehow and I needed most of the Chain to be absent (so they couldn’t save him lol and also so that I wouldn’t have to write all of their reactions to him being a mer). And when I finally settled on the opening with him and Hyrule…I got Covid. So this was actually written as I sat on the couch, feeling miserable, with a cup of tea in one hand and my phone in the other 😅 The fact that it came out coherent at all is incredible.

It did help that I played Alttp during that time. I got to include a vague description of a part of Legend’s world (specifically Zora Waterfall, which I think would be gorgeous in Botw-type graphics). So though I don’t explicitly state it, Legend and Hyrule (and eventually the Chain) are actually in Legend’s Hyrule in this fic. Which is cool cause I usually default to Wild’s XD But also bad for Legend cause YIKES that creepy scientist was in his Hyrule??? He’s not gonna love that. As if he needed more problems

Aaaand I think that’s it! Thanks for asking!! <33

#asks #trin answers #snippet ask game #huh #come to think of it… #I wrote many of the early whumptober fics (the first week tbh) while I was sick #like both the one where legend gets mistaken for hyrule #and the one where warriors and twilight are captured by cia #were written while I was holed up in bed with a fever #don’t even know what that sickness was tbh #but it allowed me to write so that was good 😅

[commander-krios]

Snippet ask game time: 🌳 and 🍇

🌳 share a snippet featuring nature of any kind

Some Leo/Dash content that I've been thinking about for a while. Might finish it soon.

“Is there something you’re afraid of?” Leo rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away to look out the window at the beautiful mountains of Alderaan. He was quiet for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts, his feelings, into a coherent explanation. “I’m worried that I’m going to screw this up.” Dash sighed, trying not to smile at how even now, when they were a couple and had nothing to hide, Leo was still so worried about everything. Some things never changed. “Leo, if you haven’t messed this up yet, you’re not going to.” Leo laughed, brushing a hand through his hair, meeting his gaze with a sheepish grin. “I guess I deserve that.” Dash left the comfort of the couch to approach his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. Leo met his gaze, a smirk curling his lips. It was always a joy to behold when Leo was truly happy, each time Dash got to see him smile made all of the shit they went through worth it. And Dash would do anything to make sure Leo smiled every single day. “Hello.” “Hi.” Dash brushed his lips against Leo’s briefly, enjoying how he nearly melted at the touch. “I have an idea.” “I’m all ears.” “We should go out. Have some dinner. There is probably a nice restaurant out there that we can afford on my salary.” Leo’s eyes widened, smile fading slightly. “Dash-” Refusing to hear his protests this time, Dash continued as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “Somewhere with a view of the mountains. All I need is some good alcohol, food… and you.”  Dash squeezed Leo’s sides gently, enjoying how each touch relaxed him more and more. “What do you say?” Leo grinned stupidly, leaning closer to press his forehead against Dash’s. “I’m not going to argue with a man with brown eyes. Especially a man with your lips.” Dash chuckled, gliding those lips over Leo’s cheek. “Remember you said that the next time your lips start flapping.” A breathless laugh escaped him, and he turned his face to capture Dash’s mouth with his own.

🍇 share a snippet with food(or the palpable lack of food)

Astrea and Damon are now kitchen duty buddies and Damon has some feelings on the matter. It doesn't have food in it yet, I'm still writing the fic, but soon.

“Is this a fucking joke?” Calderon slanted his eyes in Damon’s direction, not even bothering to make nice at this point. “Care to elaborate?” “Kitchen duty? With her?” As if he wanted kitchen duty assigned to him to begin with. Damon usually had no issue cooking for the crew, he was fucking good at it, but to be forced into it… with a princess who didn’t even know how to hold a knife. Calderon was going to take a short trip out of the airlock if he kept subjecting him to this kind of shit.  “We all have sins to pay penance for.” Calderon muttered, glancing away and Damon swore there was a twitch of a grin on his lips.  “If this is because of me suggesting that we hand her to Zovack-” Calderon stood so fast that Damon almost took a step back. He’d seen the Captain pissed before, most days it was at him, but there was something dangerous about the way he looked at Damon now. As if he’d gladly shoot him in the head for one more wrong move. Better to get it over with then. “You honestly don’t think I was serious, do you?” Calderon’s jaw tensed. “Joke or not, Astrea thinks you meant it. Maybe you should try to act civil to her for five seconds.” “I’m not going to be nice just because she’s a fucking princess, Cal. You should know better than that.” Damon crossed his arms over his chest, fingers itching to close around the handle of one of his knives, for insurance.

#my writing #darth salem emperor of earth #snippet ask game #thanks for the ask #i put the second under a read more

[winterandwords]

⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

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This is Noah being a shining beacon of assigned assassination in November Breaks...

I could get ready for a short-notice job in the early hours with my eyes closed. That’s one of the benefits of keeping everything neat, orderly, knowing that whatever I might need is exactly where I left it with no-one to disturb it. The underground car park is silent and my car is fully charged, because it always is. Because you never know. Or because I do. The only sound announcing my departure is the rattle and whine of the shutter rolling up from the exit. The roads are quiet too, empty, streetlights and city giving way to low, sprawling industrial structures. Everything looks like the opening credits of a film or an advert for something where the product matters less than the aesthetic and the whole thing is an exercise in brand identity. Parking up and getting out of my quiet dark car in my long dark coat, I, too, might be an exercise in brand identity. I am a cliché holding a gun. I am useful. I am a weapon. I am not really here. I walk into the warehouse and do what I’m being paid to do. That’s how it goes. There’s no off switch, no reverse gear. Ten seconds and the trouble is face-down on the table.

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From: As Good as It Gets (The potential Reggie POV follow up to A Matter of Time)

The clearest earliest memory Reggie has was of his parents yelling at his grandparents. He knew there were earlier fights, they just weren’t as memorable. A monotonous daily occurrence that blended together to the point where it became a fact.  Parents fought. They hid their fighting as best as they could around others but no matter what, they fought.  It wasn’t until that fight with his grandparents that he’d even thought to question that fact. And only because of the one thing he’d heard his Pop bellow. Not a full blown yell but the first and only time Reggie’d ever heard him raise his voice like that.

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