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(sort of) Six Sentence Sunday

Saw a post on my dash and figured ‘why not?’. This is a few more than six sentences. But is a tiny chunk of a gift fic/drabble WIP for my girlfriend that I’m wringing my hands over finishing and people liking;

In comparison, Tony was… Steve felt like his breath was taken away in the pale golden light of the cabin’s small living area. Beneath the overhead lamp’s glow, Tony was radiant. Well, he was always radiant, but the light didn’t do him any disservice. It wasn’t as if he was any better than Steve, either. His clothes were heavy with rainwater as well, his hair mostly flattened with the weight of it. But, god… Cheeks flushed a pretty, dusky pink against his olive complexion, lips parted slightly, and teeth chattering. Goose flesh had sprung up, trailing up his arms and just under the opening of the heathered, red henley he wore; just below his collar bones. He was shivering, trembling, and yet looked so delighted and amused. As if he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

Six Sentence Sunday

(Linda Voice) : Alright!!

This is for my February 2024 Bob's Burgers Valentine's Collection. An upcoming fic I have for 20 year old Gene where they start a romance with Sasha Whiteman...

“It was open on the ground. I looked through it. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not as long as you can recognize real talent when you see it.”

“Theory isn’t the same as practice, Mr. Belcher.”

“I prefer Mx.”

“Happily, noted, Mx. Belcher.”

“Theory and practice in the fashion world definitely aren’t the same. Tell that to your cousin and her knock off Balenciaga dress.”

Tagging @ozmathegreatand (don't kill me please, you know I love you)

slightly less than six sentence sunday <3

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Come on now, Bobby. You know me,” Lily smiled at him micheviously. “I’m not scared of anything.”

tagging for fun (no pressure) @theangrypomeranian @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @goldendoodlerlockerlove @keepyourhornson-spyro

Six Sentence Sunday

This Edition is in honor of Yuri's Birthday Bash!

I have a fic that is currently in the works, but today is the last day of the fandom event, so I am going to post a six sentence Sunday of what I'm working on since I'll be posting my fic late and I have other works to start going into SeeMoreSeymour'sWeek.

With no additional prompting, Viktor shoved his phone in Otabek’s face and scrolled through, showing him several photos of a sleeping Yuri cuddled up next to Makkachin in the center of a large bed. “He’s so peaceful.” Viktor acted as if he were speaking about a small child.

“Honey, give Otabek a moment. Let him sit down first and have something to drink,” Katsuki insisted, putting his arm around Viktor’s shoulders, and guiding him toward the kitchen.  “Could we offer you anything to drink?”

“Coffee, if its not too much trouble,” Otabek said.

“No trouble,” Katsuki said, giving a small smile, trying to hide the troubled expression on his face.

slightly less than six sentence sunday <3

“Are you scared of dying?”

“Come on now, Bobby. You know me,” Lily smiled at him micheviously. “I’m not scared of anything.”

tagging for fun (no pressure) @theangrypomeranian @babsvibes @jimmyjrsmusoems @goldendoodlerlockerlove @keepyourhornson-spyro

Six Sentence Sunday

Oct 18, 2020

This update comes from my giant WIP Time, Make It Go Faster Or Just Rewind and is dedicated to @jjmazzy​ - Thank you for all the encouragement! This comes from the next chapter which I really am working on :) Hopefully, it’ll be ready in the next few weeks.

Veronica leaned back against a dark green honda civic.  She’d hoped to be able to slip out of Rooks’ class early, but no such luck.  It had been hard enough avoiding Logan and Wallace so she could make her approach on her own.  Sure Wallace knew the situation with Justin but he wasn’t aware of Logan’s reaction to her interacting with Justin…

Get a grip, Veronica. This isn’t some stupid middle school crush.

Even if she understood how ridiculous she was being, it’s not like Wallace hadn’t already told her he thought Logan had more than friendly intentions.

God, intentions. Be honest Veronica, Logan has physical intentions.  And you maybe liked them.

six sentence sunday | 18 july 2021

Not that she particularly wished for having her fears confirmed, much less receive advice stemming from that. She knew well enough that she'd have to think about moving on sooner or later; she had no need of hearing that from someone else. There would be plenty of time to worry about that aspect, anyway, and therefore no reason to waste time and energy focusing on it now.

No.

At this point, at this very moment, she just wanted to cry. And she desperately wished for a shoulder to cry on.

hozuki & kudo. a fic.

six sentence sunday | 17 january 2022

“What a cheapskate you are, President-sama.” “Well, you can think of something extra and then let me know. For now, find a way to bring Mashima to the party without neither him nor Ayase running away before we can even sing Happy Birthday to her.” Oh, damn. Now that hurt. It hurt like hell.

our sleeves were wet with tears, chapter 12

"We can’t continue. The path is blocked,” he hears his uncle say through the driver’s window.

“What do you mean, ‘blocked’?” his aunt replies.

“See for yourself.”

But Jimin is already jumping down the trailer, jogging to the front of the car. Shaking themselves out of their cold stupor and their blankets, Junghee and Minsu follow suit. What the moonlight grants them to see is nothing they would have expected, even in the middle of their darkest doubts.

Chapter 3 of Map of the Soul on ao3 is underway 😊

“Of course. And I see you’re taking great care of yours. Will you share your secrets with me?” He could swear Jimin’s voice has turned a bit more velvety, although he wouldn’t put it past his senses to play with his nebulous mind: in the midst of the indistinct surrounding noise of chatter and music, Jimin’s perfume invading his personal space is sending nice chills down his spine, and warm blood to his various limbs.  Is it time already to pull out the big guns?

“Of course. The pleasure will be mine. Your apparent high-maintenance standards must be any challenger’s wet dream, right?”

“Of course,” he instantly replies, a few inches from his face, eyes diving into his. “But I always set my eyes on the biggest prize. You are aware that if there’s any shuttle to board to the moon, I’ll ask to join, right?”

“Of course. You are aware that if you’re in the same shuttle as me, we won’t stop at the moon, right?”

UUUU, I wanna try!!! *-*

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Six Sentence Sunday

Writers: post (approximately) six sentences from something you’re working on. If you aren’t ready to do that, add six sentences to your WIP.

Readers: challenge yourselves to leave a six sentence comment or give a writer a six sentence prompt. (or a total of six sentences for the day)

Fans and creators alike: reblog a fandom post and add some love in the tags. Aim for 6 posts - or 6 tags. Whatever you can manage!

Feel free to repost this banner!

Not sure if I like how this turned out...

Six Sentence Sunday

Got tagged by @inquisimer to post the last six lines of my writing, so enjoy! This is from my Solavellan fix it fic au that I have in progress!

Digging her fingers deep into the ground like a bird poking its beak into the ground for grubs. The dirt was hard and dry, crumbling into chunks under her fingers. Oh how she missed the dark ashy loam of home. But this was what she had, and so she dug and dug and dug until her fingers were raw. Trying not to think about her friends who were now mourning her death.

Tagging it forwards for @dragon--sage @sulky-valkyrie @telanadasvhenan @nokdunal and YOU random citizen (if you want to :3 )

Six Sentence Sunday Whatever Day

Thanks for the tag @sulky-valkyrie !

Fun lil angsty snippet from a forthcoming The End and The Beginning chapter (what else is a solavellan fixit fic if not a pile of angst)

He smiled at Ghilara Lavellan, his beloved, though the smile never reached his eyes. “It is a beautiful gilded cage Ghilara.” “Solas, I-” It was a look that made his heart weep. He held up a hand to quell her protestations. “I do not begrudge you for creating it, and I think I will come to terms with it- in time. But please, Ghilara, leave me to my grief for now.”

Tagging: @inquisimer @saladruiner @ammoniteflesh @skinwalkingxana

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @pluttskutt for this one! Thanks for the tag!

Six Sentences from the chapter I'm currently working on from Enchanted Illusions (it's titled Date with the Soul-Snatcher, for anyone wondering)

The six sentences in question:

[...] “Where are we going…?”  Harriet asked with a light chuckle, tilting her head as she followed him.

Augustus turned to her with a twirl but did not stop in his path, only walking backwards. There was a mischievous smile on his lips and an uncharacteristically cheery glint in his eyes as he tapped her on the shoulder before turning around again. “You’ll find out in a bit, darling. It’s a surprise, after all.”

“We’re not hiding a body, are we?” [...]

+ Bonus Snippet/Continuation (for context and because I love this scene/interaction so much)

Her question was playful, spoken through a smile, though there was the slightest hint of seriousness behind it. Augustus laughed, shaking his head while meticulously arranging the lapel of his suit for the third time.

“Oh, dear, no. Not this time - of course, unless you want to, you know I can always be convinced. Depending on the person, if they're bad or annoying, sure then - but later!”

Harriet gave him a deadpan glare, to which Augustus seemed oblivious, merely continuing his bouncy walk down the sidewalk, humming a tune. She knew he really meant it - and at this point, it wasn't as concerning as much as it was just one of the weird "perks" of living and traveling with a necromancer.

“No, never mind! Lead the way.” The girl shook her head with a sigh, a strange habit she realized she might've started to pick up from Vincent, but smiled as she gestured ahead.

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @clairelsonao3, @rickie-the-storyteller, @little-peril-stories, @memento-morri-writes, @inky-duchess, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @dreaminggoblin, @your-absent-father and @lola-theshowgrl + OPEN TAG

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @mysticstarlightduck in this post here! Thank you so much!

Tagging, if it's still Sunday in your time zone (but also with an invitation to do this when-or-if-ever you feel like it :D): @clairelsonao3 @hippiewrites @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @whither-wander-whump

not me gunning for any Crown Traitor, HD, or GSNBTR teasers...

Well I'm fixating on Book 1 atm but I'm chipping away at Chapter [twenty-something I don't think in numbers] of The Queen of Lies. So have six sentences from that!

“This is  it now,” she said quietly. “You’re Bree, or you’re Mrs. H. There’s nothing in between. So if you’re coming with me, you’re leaving her behind. All of it. Everything.”

Six Sentence Sunday

I was tagged by @pluttskutt, (here)! Thank you so much for the tag!

Here's a snippet from Enchanted Illusions!

"I told ya the Mayor don't mess around" Sam chuckled, peering out of the boat's cabin as the duo raced down the pier faster than he ever thought he'd see them run. Behind them, he could hear the shots fired from the manor grounds they'd just broken out of. Before he could say anything else, Augustus cut him short with a shriek, basically leaping from the pier to the deck as Harriet followed suit, stumbling. "Start the boat! Stop talking and start the damn boat!!!" "Okay, okay, calm down fancypants. Let's go."

Tagging (gently): @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @lassiesandiego, @tabswrites, @illarian-rambling, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, @sam-glade, @cowboybrunch, @lola-theshowgrl and @oh-no-another-idea

Six sentence Sunday

@mysticstarlightduck tagged me just today and I have a few minutes before I have to go raring off to rehearsal, so I thought I'd fill it out! (Oh my busy weekends, how I love and hate you) Here's a little of Invisible Girl since I miss her...

Velia tackled Antonio down and dragged him to the nearest edge. “Do you trust me?” “Yeah,” Antonio breathed, his face mashed up into the near regions of Velia’s right shoulder blade. “Of course, Velia.” Velia twisted and slid off the roof, pulling him with her. Halfway through their impromptu fall, she snagged the closest ladder rung and slowed, letting Antonio’s feet hit the floor before the rest of him.

Tags for anyone who sees this, and also @reneesbooks @blind-the-winds @sleepyowlwrites -- what are you guys up to today?

✨️Seven Sentence Sunday✨️

(Six was not quite enough)

@fortunatetragedy had an open tag and I am bustin' into it like the kool-aid man 😎💥

Side-project to Seven Circles 🌐 where I'm writing Kazimier’s backstory as if he's telling the story.

Quite the system, eh? Well I didn’t fit into it when I arrived though. I was too clean, too bright-eyed apparently, had round cheeks and a sun-kissed look about me. Didn't have any credits neither! ‘Just my clothes and my wits’ wasn’t an exaggeration there, and my wits weren’t enough to know what the people were like.

Du’Preve was so dark to me.. I don’t think I was there a full hour before I bumped into someone an’ got called a damn squints- that’s what Du’Preved call you sunwalkers who come visiting. Because that’s what you look like walkin’ around in the dark, squints.

Tagging @katenewmanwrites and @smellyrottentrees in case yall want to share some lines +Open tag.

✨️Seven Sentence Sunday✨️

(or Monday, lol) Also doubling this as a last line tag from @lychhiker-writes who is bravely alpha reading for me.

I'm re-writing one of my early chapters based on their feedback and this is a clippet from 🌐7 Circles Ch2: A Fallen Star (the rewrite):

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“Y-You’re a mermaid- a merman?!” Seeker blurts out in return, staring in awe at the scales at their hips and the giant fan of his tail that has come up from the water to halo behind his head, all striped in orange and red and white. That large tail slaps down on the water at Seekers utterance, spraying droplets of water into the air as Leo goes from excited to agitated.

He leans forward, still partially out of the water and previously unseen spines flare up from the line of his back, sharp and connected with more webbing. “You’re not from here, clearly, so I’m gonna do you the favor of educating you,” he says with an overly-patient grimace. “We’re called sirens. The words you used are old, extremely rude, and aren’t to be spoken by those with legs. Savvy?”

Seeker's four hands clasp together in pairs, "I-I’m terribly sorry, Leo. I wasn't aware that.. That those words contained such offense." Their upper-left hand comes to rest over their heart and they look to the siren, honest as anything. “Please forgive me. I won’t say them again.”

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Tagging @wyked-ao3 @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @fortunatetragedy and @the-golden-comet (no presh) +Open tag.

(Hmu to be +/- to my tag games list)

Six Sentence... Sunday? No! Wednesday

Thank you so much for tagging me @theartofblossoming! I know that today isn’t Sunday but Wednesday... uh-- the intention counts, right?

I’ve been working for a while now in Love Gun’s eighth chapter bit by bit since I’ve been busy with senior year, but it’s better than nothing!

Bluebird’s cheeks burned in deep red. She tugged MacCready’s hat with both her hands and smiled to him. What a beautiful view, he thought.

The streets were lonely, with no souls at sight; only the lights that illuminated the streets and the stars above them. The wind blew quickly in a humid and cold way, carrying the singing from the trees. It was only them.

"The minutemen are wasting their time trying to save the world," he says nonchalantly.

For this challenge, I’d like to tag @ryu-no-joou @theyoftenwhisper and @southernlynxx!!! It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, feel free to ignore or answer. It’s up to you guys (～￣▽￣)～