✨ share a snippet featuring night time

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Hey there, thanks for the ask! <333

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

— from No Good Choices

“Shari, why does Dad leave us every Solstice?”

A starlit night. Trickling water flowed not far from Charimone’s feet, the grass lush with dewdrops.

Her sister wove her crimson hair into intricate braids. “That’s like asking why the stars shine, they just do.”

Charimone frowned. “Have you tried asking him? He ignores me when I ask.”

She could feel a stall in her older sister’s fingers, a slight tug before continuing. “There was once this girl named Ellaifra, as beautiful as she was fair. Any time she found an injured bird, she’d take it in and keep it in a sanctuary. Many people adored her for her heart, and her kindness.

“But one day,” She wrapped a string of pastel blue ribbon around the braid’s end, starting another. “A man arrived to the house to claim a debt she owed. He gave her a choice, lose the house to him or take his hand and get rid of the birds.”

“Why couldn’t she stay with her family?” Charimone asked, admiring the first of the braids.

“In life we all have choices to make, deals to fulfill. Sometimes there are no good choices.”

“Dad should pick better then.”

Sharigan laughed at that, Charimone too.

Some say the stars sparkled brighter that night.

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

— from Between Sisters, An Eulogy Bloodied

In this silence her shivering continued. Her breaths laboured, quick, louder with each exhale. A pain her close friend shared in witness.

[Petrius] yearned to hold her in her unconsciousness, thread a sturdy hand through her crimson hair and assure her the pain would cease. The light would arrive again, she’d open her eyes, and meet this future anew. They both would.

But in this bed rested not the girl he knew. His hands were not enough, her hands could hold him, now in a way one could grasp a pawn. The sight succumbed him yet he refused to look away.

His lady took on a shocking stature, matching the lady who lead the swans.

When she opened her eyes, what would he say? What could he? The words escaped his tongue, coalescing into a sinking pit within him, akin to the gap between him and his beloved friend.

“What do we tell them?” Asked a friend, a fellow witness to this song’s stagnation. Sinking into the air with the tang of a past they all aspired to bury.

He gave him an incisive look, his sharp features splashed with blood and grief. “Tell them we found the swans. It’s done.”

So marked the morning Claudia Emar reposed in sacrifice.

(The context is that she saved her town from being plagued by swans [and avenged her sister] but she can't come home 😭)

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

From this ask game

We're going with a fairly subdued Mitra being a little bit of a brat. One could argue Parnamyr is as well but mostly I think he's just being gross.

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His sister’s pinkish gleam arrived, sudden and hot, to bathe his cheek and squint his eyes but a sideways glance was all he offered it. When she did not cackle, did not poke or snatch the threads from his bark, he turned and set his tools down.

Extending a hand for a perch, he chided, “You deserved it, you know.”

“Ans yous deserves the scratch,” She mumbled, flickering darker as he pulled her closer, eyes too red on her surface.

“What was that?” He asked with tight teeth.

Struggling to her foot, Mitra glared and spat at those eyes, “Yous. Deserves. The.”

“Meat,” Parnamyr spat back, keeping her enclosed in his needles as he indicated his walls and his broken meal with his free hands. “All of them are meat, fodder for the Weald, for the Wen, for the Spine,” focusing again on her sputtering color, he added, “for me. They are a succulent feast to be savored in whatever manner I desire.”

His sister curled again into herself, muttering to her knees, “Lady etched, thems is Hers much as—”

🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

Palantine gave me some issues just because of the pacing I think. Largely because I think this is one of the only iterations right now in the War Au where they both do like one another, but they have issues saying it out loud or showing it?

“A peak would not be too poor, I suppose.” She whispered under her breath, setting the parcel down carefully at the closet door. Crouching down, she cleared her throat and gently pulled more on the already loosened tie.

The material crinkled and cracked under her touch but even then she was sure to be careful with such unwieldy things. Cinder with a focussed delicacy peeled back the fat of the covering, revealing the darkened background of a fine portrait.

“Oh, there she is.” Her hand froze, holding the peel of paper still but having revealed the top half of the painting within. Her heart thumped warm in her chest, like a kindling being given coal, as a warm sigh warped from her lips.

Cinder realizing she can’t come to hurt Winter again in Elemental 3

Ele 3, my beloved, my abhorrent. Definitely the more experimental of the Elementals but hey what can you do, Cinder realising she does really care for Winter and can’t hurt her when Krawd takes control of her and Weiss and Ruby in the background doing her best to keep her Schnee at bay.

The Schnee all the while cursed, throwing her eyes in Cinder’s direction as she hissed. “Why are you just standing there?” Her voice came through a mess of rampant breaths, “Stop me.” The swords creaked and groaned as the rubble began to crumble.

[Image ID: Joo Dee from Avatar saying "there is no gay in solaris's TRR" /end]

The moment I saw these, I knew the exact two scenes from longfic I wanted to share.

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

Chapter 17 in the arcade where Kat (OC) decides to show off her Guitar Hero skills after a pair of jerks try to belittle her and Marik.

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“Hey lovebirds, take your sweet-talk somewhere else. You’re standing in front of our game ,” one of them said in a snobbish tone.

“ Your game? Sorry, I must have missed the plaque that said it belonged to you,” Kat commented sarcastically while looking towards the pair she deemed to be nothing more than jerks.

“Sweetheart, this game is for hardcore gamers only. Your wanna-be boy-toy doesn't fit that description,” he continued rudely.

Marik scowled bitterly and opened his mouth to say something in defense, but Kat pressed her hand against his chest to indicate that he should remain silent. “You know what, I changed my mind. I want to play this game,” she stated, acting smug.

The two guys laughed in mockery. “Oh please! A tiny girl like you ….playing a game like this !” the other choked out between fits of laughter.

Kat released Marik’s arm, picked up the controller, looked the laughing pair dead in the eye, then selected the ‘Expert’ difficulty. She then scrolled through the songs, stopping at one in particular while sporting a wicked grin.

“Oh look, she thinks she can play ‘Through the Fire and Flames’!” the first one continued to laugh. “Sweetheart, no one can beat that! There’s no way you’ll even stand a chance!”

Marik hadn’t heard of the song, but guessed based on their reaction that it wasn’t an easy one to play. He wondered if she had chosen the song as pure irony because of her status as a flame elemental. As soon as she selected ‘Start’, he quickly discovered there was more than irony in her song choice. As she hit the 100 note streak in the first ten seconds, he realized this song was pretty much one giant ‘Fuck You’ to the two jerks. Compared to the song that the group before them had played, this one was insanely fast paced, with continuous strings of notes flying down the screen. Not only had Kat started singing along with the lyrics (making Marik realize she knew this particular song pretty well), but she was barely looking at the screen. Instead her eyes were closed half the time as she fully got into the rhythm of the song, clearly enjoying herself. She acted as if she was holding an actual guitar in her hand, and not a controller.

He looked over to see the pair that had ridiculed them staring, their faces flushed in embarrassment and jaws nearly on the floor. He also noticed that people were stopping to watch, forming a small crowd. As soon as she finished with the song the words ‘ YOU ROCK! ’ surrounded in flames flashed across the screen, followed by a detailed list that showed she had scored 100% across the board. Kat calmly placed the controller back on its stand, looked the pair of jerks dead in the eye one last time, grinned devilishly, then held up both middle fingers while walking away backwards through the crowd. Marik couldn’t help but laugh at the sight and followed after her, not even bothering to look back to see everyone else’s reactions.

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

Chapter 55. I have dubbed this chapter 'Burgers are Salad' for a reason. Also, to avoid confusion, Yamima is called Malik in longfic (since this is a heavy Marik and Malik chapter...and yes, I have to really pay attention when writing chapters with these two interacting). Additionally, in this AU, Malik existed during Atem's time (and is an elemental like Bakura and OC) and wasn't created by Marik (it's very convoluted and explained in story).

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“Did you seriously just order a bunch of pork dumplings and nothing else?” Marik asked in repulsion as he stared at the pile on Malik’s plate.

Malik narrowed his eyes and glared across the table at the young Tomb Keeper. “You don’t hear me complaining about what you chose to order.” He didn’t blink as he shoved an entire dumpling in his mouth.

Atem remained silent, content to stay out of the line of fire between the two as he ate his bowl of ramen.

“I grew up underground where meat was scarce. Even when it was available, everything had to be used immediately or it went to waste. I never liked the idea that an animal's only purpose in life was so that it could be slaughtered,” Marik stated bitterly.

“Reality check: That is their purpose. Why do you think they exist?” Malik questioned pointedly.

Marik scowled. “I could ask the same thing about you.”

Malik opened his mouth to reply, then quickly closed it, his eyes shifting back and forth as he contemplated the point. “Fair enough,” he said with a casual shrug.

“I swear, you’re as bad as Bakura when it comes to meat. At least Kat has the decency to limit its consumption in front of me,” Marik stated irritably.

“Fine, next time I’ll get a salad. Would that make you happy?” Malik asked, appearing annoyed.

“ You would eat a salad?” Marik asked skeptically.

Malik grinned. “Oh absolutely! A grilled angus and portobello salad with swiss, grilled onion, and untoasted croutons, topped off with a nice and creamy garlic pepper dressing,” he said sarcastically.

Marik’s face fell. “That’s called a mushroom-swiss burger…”

Malik popped another dumpling into his mouth. “It has lettuce, therefore it counts as a salad,” he argued casually.

“You’re being annoying on purpose, aren’t you?” Marik asked flatly.

Suddenly forgets every character's growth ever 😅

Lol anyway, here we go: (cheating a bit because it's more than 2)

As it was, her stomach plummeted as she, for the first time, put together the type of situation she’d just put herself in. Rescue a kidnapped sister? Yes please! Actually kill people to do that? That was a different story.

Thanks for the ask!

@bloodlessheirbyjacques

HI Jacques!! Thanks for the ask!

K6 - Share a poetic line.  (Or a line from a poem!!)

Not to be predictable, but it has to be this one! "I’ve never been in love, but I know that I love you, because what else can love possibly feel like?”

K20 - A scene or dialogue line that makes you laugh.

Hands down this section from Fallon and Kristopher's "first date". (under the cut because it's kind of long)

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Hehee! You're mean c:< (But I am too so that's fine by me~)

😢 sadness

"Her parents.” My correction was close to a whisper, as though I was ashamed of revealing it. Perhaps I was. “They were never mine in anything but name." Phoenix dipped her head, lifting a hand to brush my bangs back from my face, from my missing eye. She returned me a saddened gaze.

"... Is that why ye don't talk about 'em much? They din't treat ye like they were yer parents?” I started, jumping to defensiveness.