Romance Snippets

Romance Snippets

The only romance I’m capable of writing, it seems, is the off brand flavor. Like store brand cheerios. Slightly unsettling. Obsessive and unrequited love. These two are not an end game ship I swear to god if any of you ship them I’m gonna lose it. He’s problematic in an unhot way. Anywho, thank you @imaginativemind29new for the tag!

His hand gripped hers, and before she could grab for a knife, he had slammed her into the opal throne so hard her thighs groaned in protest.

“You want force?” He kept one hand clenched around her wrist, and materialized a crown out of the air. He set it on top of her head, and it was warm through her hair. “Is this enough for you?”

She sat, stunned, before she attempted to rise.

“What are you doing—” she had barely lifted off the seat before he pushed her back down.

“You wish to wield your titles like a dictator? Then I should make you one. Would that please that aching and ravenous part of you that dreams of my death?”

“You know it wouldn’t.”

“Because you hate me,” he mused, “or because you don’t want to be powerful?”

She sneered at him.

“I would rather die than rule beside you.”

He hummed.

“Oh, Violent thing, I know. But I think you would love the power of corruption—such strength, total control over hundreds? You would go hungry for it.”

“Then you’re just as stupid and desperate as I thought you were.”

Riven laughed, and Clarke snapped his head to Riven. A moment later, he turned back, face drawn.

“Of all the choices and paths to take, you made a deal with a demon for power,” he said lowly. “How desperate does that make you?”

Her heart clenched.

“Shut up.”

“I bet you told yourself it was to save your cousin, poor, precious, broken Viridian.” He leaned close enough for his breath to tickle her ear, and she stonily looked ahead, refusing to glance at him. “It was really because you were tired of being nothing, wasn’t it?”

Time ground to a painful stop, and she slammed her fist into his face.

His hand flew to his nose and when it came away bloody, he laughed.

“God, Violent Thing, you’re so beautiful when you’re angry.”

“I hate you,” she snapped, and he simply laughed more, a smile gracing his face.

When he lowered his hand fully, she found his face filled with fascination—as if he really did find her beautiful.

Her stomach clenched, and she fought off a wave of nausea.

“You could be my queen,” he offered, blood splattering from his nose onto the floor.

She stared at him, stunned, then said numbly, “Of what? Your manic attempt at power?”

He grinned, and it was half bloody.

"The world.”

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And then we have these fluffy ones—

“I was fine, as always. Who do you think sounded the alarm?” she asked sarcastically, and she waited for him to laugh. Instead, when she glanced at his face, she only saw concern, mixed with an emotion she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Lucy looked away.

“There’s a fog front rolling in. Reeks of magic,” Lucy said, just to put something between her and the look on Malcolm’s face. He sniffed, like he would be able to smell it.

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“Getting to you, darling?”

Lucy grit her teeth, wincing against Alistair's tightening palms.

“I don’t want to fuck you, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The siren tipped their head, entirely to sensual for a motion so simple.

“Oh, such a crude, human word. I could be so gentle. So sweet, so lovely, so wonderful—” something on Lucy’s face stopped them, and that effervescently beautiful smile dropped from their face like a rock. “This doesn’t effect you at all, does it.”

Calculating. So, so calculating, their gaze. Lucy knew that look. She wore it often enough.

Lucy half shrugged a shoulder. “You’re pretty, but you’re no god.”

And for the tags! @jay-avian @ettawritesnstudies @jtl-fics

And of course, it’s open to anyone who wants to play ❤️

Honestly the pipeline of “reading the-modern-typewriter snippets at midnight on the floor of my bathroom at age eleven so I wouldn’t get caught” to “being a tumblr writer myself” is a wild one.

The map of fae story is living rent free in my mind and it’s all your fault.

The MC has a name now. Look what you did. I have five WIP’s I do NOT need another one 😭

Character Pen Pals!

I was looking through some writing exercise ideas for myself earlier and came across one that was essentially to write a letter to someone. Then I thought how cool it would be to write a letter from OC to OC. But then!

What if we wrote letters as our characters to each others' characters?! It doesn't have to be physical letters of course (unless you're okay with that, then feel free to privately message whoever your pen pal is the address/P.O. box you want. I personally love getting mail and making fancy letters)

You can send people your letters in their asks (if they're okay with it) and they can answer with their own letter. Reblog if you want to participate and put in the tags whichever of your character(s) you want to send/receive letters with, along with a little bit of info about them to start. Feel free to ask people for more info about their characters if you need it. I'm sure they'd love to share!

I go somewhere without service for ONE DAY and suddenly everyone decides to tag and follow me. I love y’all but now I have to go find which WIP I left my latest rambling in and slap it into a tag game post.

I’m a little sleep deprived ❤️💪

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog :D

I got this from two people, @imaginativemind29new thank you, you lovely humans, I’ll give you six random facts to spread out the compensation.

1. If I don’t want to be found, I vanish. This could be because I am inside a dryer, or crawl space, or on the roof (I’m VERy good at blindfolded hide and seek). This also means sometimes people can’t find me even when they stand directly in front of me. Idk.

2. I cannot get cold. I used to be on a sports team that had us practice outside on the ocean, and it would be snowing at 20 degrees and I would be in a t-shirt and leggings. My coaches hated me.

3. I can and will get injured for no reason in the dumbest of ways (I’ve had three concussions, and the only bone I’ve broken is my skull, which barely counts) Hence the bruised rib. Do I know how these injuries happen? No.

4. I do not care for my own bodily health *see above* so I’m very good at theatre. Mostly because if I’m pretending to die, I will dead drop myself, and not in a safe trained way, in a “I am slamming my body into the floor so hard we’re verging on a fourth concussion”

5. If someone brings a package of dried seaweed snacks within ten feet I start vomiting. I can’t handle the smell, taste, or texture. Seaweed in all other forms is respectable.

6. People are afraid to give me matches. When asked for descriptor words that define me, they usually say “feral”