#wippet snippet

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

Okay this is a wip snippet of a much bigger project but I spent too much time drawing all those curls so y’all are gonna see part of it now (turn your device to full brightness to see the hair detail I almost died over) 👍

#CARPAL TUNNEL MOTHERFUCKERS 💥💥💥💥 #star wars #star wars prequels #sw prequels #padme amidala #star wars padme #prequels #star wars scribbles #wippet snippet

[sapphic-loser16]

Lies, you let it out on Ganondorf /lhj

I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re taking about :)

#And this is ALL from the next chapter of chiaroscuro #:D #sapphie writes #ganondorf #Wippet snippet

[phoenixiancrystallist]

"Dunno. Guess we'll just have to ask."

"You keep saying 'we.' Need I remind you that you're the only one who can hear me?"

"Okay, fine. I guess I'll just have to ask. And you can just sit there and look pretty."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty."

"Shut the fuck up."

#guess which two idiots these are #go on guess #WIPpets (WIP snippets) #forspoken

[jamiesfootball]

Blue rose pastries! (Not tentacle monsters.)

These are so mesmerizing. Have a snippet!

“Sam looks like he can handle things on the fly because he trains so much, but he doesn’t do well with surprises. If something unexpected happens, he freezes up. If I’ve gotta move the ball on the fly, it’s going to Dani. He likes a little spontaneity.” Roy made another note- “Put Sam in more situations.”

#today I made a lot of notes about the different styles between the players #and how that relates to what kind of training / coaching they need #*slaps the top of this fic* you wouldn't believe the amount of football this thing can hold #me and my 2 football books are going to try our best folks #rose for a snippet #wippets #fic: oh god you're gonna get it (you have not been given love) #roy kent #sam obisanya #jamie tartt

[sighonaraa]

Legit anything with Jamie pls and thanks 🌹🌹

SORRY TO EVERYONE i am currently on my football kiddos agenda so. that is what y'all are getting. SORRY.

Jamie’s brow furrows, as if he’s thinking through the merits of a post-footie treat that’s not a scone. If his expression is any indication, it’s a grave consideration. “D’you promise?” he asks, at length. He gnaws on his thumb a little, and then tugs it from his mouth, like he doesn’t want to be caught. “Yes,” Roy says. “Pinky fucking promise.” “Even…even if I don’t make all the goals?” Jamie says. His voice is pitched, high and tremulous. “I get a sweet even if I don’t make all the goals?”

jamie............. JAMIE!!!!

#ask #anon #thank you for the ask!! #ted lasso #football kiddos au #jamie tartt #sid speaks #rose for a wip snippet! a wippet if you will

[antitheticallyargumentative]

🌹

from any wip of your choosing they are all lovely <3

you are getting more of this infernal scene from the jamie study that took me three literal weeks to get through.

“I’d say fuck you.” Jamie spits it out without really thinking, cos he’d never say it to his dads face. The closest he ever got was don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. Don’t speak to me like that. It didn’t even feel that good, like he thought it were s’posed to. Felt fucking terrifying, really.

Ted doesn’t like swearing that much, Jamie doesn’t think, but he nods thoughtfully again and goes, “Makes sense. Anything else?”

A jolt of panic goes through him. Ted’s lookin’ down like he expects something, eyebrows raised all friendly and open-like, but Jamie can’t help but feel like he’s fucked it, somehow. Maybe by going with fuck you. Ted’s not one for vitriol, no, he'd rather say something sweet and then turn a blind eye. It might work for some people. It’s never worked for Jamie. “Yeah,” he fumbles, his breath hitching funny. His dad made him good at football, right? That’s something worth being grateful for. “I’d say… thank you.”

tyyyyy :)

#me desperately trying to write the “forgive <3” scene #in a way that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out #fanfic excerpt #ted lasso #jamie tartt #jamie tartt character study #a rose for a wip snippet #a wippet #abby420

[shibaraki]

when shouto is in love I think he walks around with little birdies and hearts floating around his head

#wippet #shouto……….. I want to chew on u #still on the mission to make bakugo my best friend #it says (personal) because he has multiple phones #mans is very serious about work-life balance #this is draft version btw I simply wanted to share a snippet today

[kazoosandfannypacks]

✨😈🤲

fanfiction ask game thingy emojis!

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

I'm gonna give a different answer than I gave last time but the sentiment still remains that it is by the grace of God that I do what I do. One thing I do love about the writing gifts he's given me is that he's also given me an amazing readerbase that constantly encourages me! That doesn't sound like a compliment to myself, but I know they wouldn't all be sticking around if I wasn't doing something right, right?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

There was a point while writing Wishing it Wasn't where I got a little passive aggressive and decided to be mean to my readers, I'll admit. The tags and trigger warnings mentioned gun violence, and I was hoping to make it look like a relatively unliked character might get shot, only to shoot my main character instead and then leave it at a cliffhanger until the next week. (don't worry, he lived!) Idk if any of my readers were caught unawares, but I certainly had fun with it!

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

you got it, dude! here's a section from one currently titled "Captain Swan Romeo and Juliet and Boybands AU," which is pretty much exactly what it says on the label.

 "You do realize you have my phone number, right?" Emma asked, "You could've just texted me."  "Now, now," Killian shook his head, "whatever happened to romance?"  "Forbidden romance," Emma shook her head, "if anyone catches me with you…."  "I know," Killian said, and though she saw in his face the same worry, she also saw a refuge, and a sanctuary, "But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since last night," he took her hands in both of his and pulled them close to his chest, pulling her closer as well, "and even a single moment with you is worth the risk."

fanfic emoji ask game! (besties please ask me more of these I will literally answer all of them)

#kazzy writes #kazzy answers asks #kazzy's kazootuals #kazzy writes fanfic #kazzy's wips #captain swan #cs romeo and juliet and boybands au #killian jones #emma swan #wippet snippets #otp: try something new darling

[asteria-argo]

🌹🌹🌹 flings upon your doorstep-

Catches them midair with some supreme acrobatic skills. More teacher Jamie au because I am obsessed with it

His mummy helped. She didn’t talk to him about football, or his dad, or what his plan was now that he’d blown up his own life. She was just there, kissing Jamie’s forehead on her way out like he were still a little kid and chiding him to go outside every once in a while instead of just sitting on the couch wallowing. He fixed things around the house like the broken tile in the laundry or the creaky door hinges in the upstairs, he tried his hand at cooking some of the recipes in his mums tattered cookbook that he remembered from childhood, he cleaned up the garden; mowing the lawn and pulling up all the weeds. His mum would come home from work, and they would eat together, watch that silly reality show that Jamie was asked to go one together and judge the contestants (because honestly what the fuck kind of a name was Danthony). It was nice, to just be.

#wip stuff #asteria answers asks #jamie tartt #teacher jamie au #altschmerzes #to all the better places [fic] #once again I am still doing these all the time forever if you want more snippets! #wippets

[ofmermaidstories]

You think perhaps you have ruined your father's hope for a match until Bakugou pauses at the edges of the barn's shadow, the pair of you sheltered, here, from the most curious eyes.

"Why were ya diving over that fence?" He asks.

It sours your expression—Bakugou watching your face intently.

"I was chasing after the neighbour's boy," you admit at last. "He's a wretch. He's taken to teasing our dogs and taunting me as he does so, so I was going to oblige him and give him a hiding for it."

Bakugou grunts. "How old's the brat?"

You can feel your face sour further. "Eleven."

That is the first time Bakugou Katsuki grins at you, sharp and white in the dark.

#a snippet a wippet a flibitigibit #bonding over casual child abuse <3 love this for us #it’s not a serious thing but i am getting more into it as i write so OOPS #bakugou really hears us say ‘im gonna belt the shit out of that kid’ and goes ‘yeah… let’s wife it’ SDLKFJSDLKFJ #please don’t let this fragment trick you this whole cowboy drabble piece whatever comes with some pretty heavy warning tags

[suguwu]

remember how i said i’m feeling some type of way about vamp childe? it’s getting worse.

#bee chats #wippets #(wip snippets) #angry reader my beloved

[heart-of-a-rebel16]

so y’all know about that fic idea I have where Kallus accidentally gets sent backwards in time to before the fall of Lasan?

have a snippet from pre-fall Zeb’s pov :)

@built-on-hope-1977 @gettiregretti @happybean17 @mystical-salamander @seth-silver-ink

“Please.” The stranger’s voice cracked like a whip in the Great Hall, strained with desperation. Though his stature was to be admired, he seemed smaller than a child in the cavernous meeting place. Scores of faces looked down upon him from their lofty positions in the viewing gallery, only adding to the illusion of a bug under a magnifying glass. Even the throne which the queen sat at was elevated on a platform; the strange man stood utterly alone in the middle of the room. Garazeb would’ve felt pity for the man if he could’ve found the mental capacity for it after the bombshell the human had just dropped on the royal court of Lasan.

“Please, you need to believe me,” the man begged once more. They hadn’t been able to get a name out of him, or where he had come from (and more importantly, how he had come). In his mind, Garazeb had settled for calling him Dots, if only to keep his attention away from the interloper’s maddeningly distracting golden eyes. 

“And just why would we do that?” Glyn, a lower end minister of war, crossed his arms and stared vibroblades down at the stranger. “You’ve arrived on our planet with no explanation as to how, then you claim we will all be killed? You must be insane.”

“I’m not insane,” Dots shot back. “Why won’t you listen? The Empire is coming. They won’t stop until every living soul on this planet is dead.”

“The Empire would never dream of such a thing,” Anara scoffed. Her position as the sister of the queen gave her little official power, though her reach in terms of government could not be understated. “We pose no threat to them. We have not trifled in their foolish war, nor rebelled against their authority.”

Dots very well looked as if he could murder Anara and burst into tears at the same time. It was an interesting dichotomy, adding one more shade to the picture that had had yet to be fully colored. 

“That’s the point,” he pressed. “You’re an independent system. The Empire’s authority means nothing to this place. All of you are a monument to rebellion, and you don’t even know it.” Dots turned away from the ceiling gallery and fully faced Queen Maiara.

But he wasn’t looking at the queen. Far from it. The stranger was looking directly into his eyes.

“Please,” he repeated, and the plea wasn’t for the queen, but rather for him. Garazeb blinked, heart faltering for a second under the man’s golden eyes. Why was he asking him? He stayed as far away from the court politics as he possibly could. He held no power that would be of any use to the man.

(Why did he know my name?)

“If I may, your majesty,” a new voice interrupted. Chava the Wise had descended from the viewing balcony and now held the floor. Garazeb sighed under his breath and tried his best not to roll his eyes. Chava was the last person who should get involved with this.

“Proceed, Chava,” Maiara nodded. The wise woman smiled in that strange, lopsided way that told the entire court that she had some hair-brained scheme cooking in her head. She moved closer to the stranger, her staff echoing against the marble floor like the footsteps of giants. 

Arriving in front of him, she stared for a few moments, circling him and mumbling things only she could hear under her breath. To Dots’ credit, he took it all in silence, only shifting away when Chava veered a bit too close for comfort.

“You speak Lasana, as well as any one of us” she said at last. “Curious. May I ask how that came to be?”

Dots’ gaze flicked back to him for a moment, then settled squarely on the wise woman.

“Someone very important to me speaks it,” he said, his voice barely loud enough for the court to hear. “I…I learned it for him.” 

“And this person, he is a Lasat?” The question was rhetorical, of course, but the man nodded all the same, his gaze once again flicking to Garazeb. What in the world was Chava leading to?

“How do you know this place will be destroyed?” Chava asked, and what little color was contained in the man’s dotted face drained to white immediately.

“…you will not like the answer,” he said quietly. Chava hummed in thought.

“Maybe not, Warrior, but it is an answer I require all the same,” she replied, and Garazeb couldn’t quite understand why her voice was so gentle. The man nodded slowly, then breathed in deeply, like he was preparing himself to jump off a tall cliff into oblivion. 

“The Empire. I was a part of it, once,” he spoke softly. His voice still carried through the room despite its lack of volume. “I was part of the efforts to destroy this planet in my time. I watched, and I helped decimate this place and your people. The Empire made sure that there were no survivors, and I was complicit in that.”

A shocked gasp rippled through the room. Garazeb felt vaguely sick, yet couldn’t take his eyes off of the man’s now hunched form. Pain threatened to completely overwhelm his eyes, held back by only the slimmest thread of self-control. 

“Yet you say there is a Lasat whom you learned Lasana for,” Chava pointed out. She seemed completely unperturbed by the stranger’s confession. To Garazeb, that only proved she was completely insane. 

“He…” the man hesitated, and for the third time his gaze flicked to Garazeb. “He is the only survivor. After the purge, he joined a group of rebels, a cell that I was tasked to hunt down. That Lasat pulled me out of my own delusion and showed me the truth. He opened my eyes to the utter tyranny that the Empire spreads. If not for him, I’d still be a blind fool.”

Chava nodded, then offered him a smile. “Worry not, Warrior,” she said. “Your words are quite enlightening. These fools don’t like to be uncomfortable, you see.” She gestured with her staff to the elevated viewing gallery. “If I may, could I take a peek inside your head? It will save you the pain of relaying your story in its entirety.”

Dots’ shoulders slumped lower in defeat. “I don’t see why not,” he muttered. Chava grinned broadly and tapped her staff twice against the floor. The stone in the middle began to glow, and by that point Garazeb wanted nothing more than to flee the building. How could everyone be so calm? At best, there was a completely delusional man that had fallen out of the sky, and at absolute worst there was a cold-blooded butcher standing in the Great Hall. 

Chava tapped her staff twice more against the floor, then began chanting in the Ancient tongue. Garazeb had no idea what any of it meant, only that dusty words wouldn’t save them all from destruction. 

The chanting became rapid in its pace to the point that Garazeb honestly wondered if the so-called wise woman was having a seizure. Golden light burned in the middle of the room, pouring from her staff. Sets of two taps continued to echo in the Hall, adding percussion to Chava’s strange song. 

Then, she touched the stone of her staff to the interloper’s forehead, and Garazeb was falling into nothing.

#star wars rebels #swr #sw rebels #agent kallus #alexsandr kallus #zeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios #wippet snippet #eheheee

[sapphic-loser16]

Hello Jules!

Congrats, you've been visited by your LU Self Care Anon!

I hope you had a great day, and if not, don't worry, you did your best, and tomorrow's full of new possibilities!

Have you drank enough water? It can really help your body and mind feeling well! Also, remember to get enough sleep, did you know underground rooms are often the freshest in the house? I can assure you there's at least a 2F difference between my basement and my ground floor. It really makes a difference in hot days!

What have you been working on lately? Would you like to show me a wip, or describe it? I'm sure it'll turn out amazing, even if you now think it's nowhere near good!

You can do this! Believe in yourself, you're awesome!

:0

Hi! I don’t have any art to show right now, but I do have a snippet of chiaroscuro I can show y’all!

#I love you anon <3 #asks and replies #linked universe #linkeduniverse #chiaroscuro fic #wippet snippet

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Today in brand new sentences:

"I am this close to finding a camp, killing some zombies, and taking their wheelbarrow."

#context: Frey has been unconscious for three days due to ~*reasons*~ (she's fine don't worry) and Bobbi wants a way to cart her to Cipal #bobbi's being weird again #forspoken #WIPpets (WIP snippets) #self-insert shenanigans

[jamiesfootball]

🌹🌹🌹 please tear through them like chips. We will send more!

You are so freaking nice to me. Here's a snippet from the the 5+1 jamie falling asleep pavlovian fic:

Then from the front of the bus, in a voice that wasn’t trying to be quiet, Jan Maas said, "Well this is awkward."

The blood rushed to his face, humiliation settling thick in his throat as his eyes prickled. Beside him he felt Roy stiffen like a brick, a sensation so clear that Jamie didn't need check to see the expression of murder on his face.

"Jan," Isaac snapped, his voice booming and captain-ly. "What the fuck?"

"What are we supposed to do, pretend otherwise? That was shit." Louder, he added, "That was shit, Jamie!"

"Oh my God,” said Moe. Jamie couldn't agree more.

"Read the room, man," Cockburn added, sounding hoarse for some reason.

“I’m going to kill him,” Roy hissed under his breath, and even though Jamie knew, he knew it couldn't possibly be aimed at him this time--he hadn't done anything, he'd barely fought back--the words set something scrambling in his chest, making him flinch hard against the window like a wounded animal trying to break free.

There was a shuffling from the seat in front of him. A soft voice asked, "Amigo?"

#I'm still calling this part #wembley but it's just the awkward bus ride home #what if something horrible and humiliating happened to you and then you had to sit in stalled traffic with the people who saw it happen #what if they had no idea how to help #what if they tried anyways #what if they still loved you #jamie tartt #rose for a snippet #wippets #ask game #ask box is always open #the 5+1 jamie falling asleep pavlovian fic #writing progress

[sighonaraa]

🌹🌹 brings my empty bowl of football kiddos angsty whumpy goodness up to you, please may I have some more?

always ALWAYS!!!

Christ. First it was Lasso and his fucking mustache, now it’s Keeley and her fucking pom-poms. Maybe Roy should put up more decorations around the flat; the walls are bare and white, blank as a fresh canvas, and probably not much fun for a fuck-muppet to stare at all day without end. He’s completely goddamn clueless when it comes to child-rearing, but he’s seen those idiots online who deck their nurseries out in beige and grey. There’s something real fucking sad about a kid growing up in the dark like that. Roy’s not much for the sun, but he’ll fling the windows wide open if it means Jamie doesn’t have to be one of them. And if it also means Jamie will quit babbling on about mustaches and pom-poms and people who’ll ruin him the minute Roy lets them get too close, well. Roy can keep that bit to himself.

royo means so much to me!!!!! sorry royo. everything will be okay (eventually).

#ask #anon #ted lasso #football kiddos au #jamie tartt #roy kent #sid speaks #rose for a wip snippet! a wippet if you will