A snippet from a WIP of mine about Patroclus and Achilles

Day 10: Dialogue of my choice

This is a WIP from a reincarnation au that I started after re-reading The Song of Achilles and breaking my heart all over again 😭💔

#patroclus #tsoa #25daysnippetchallenge

A snippet from my final fantasy xv fanfiction

Slowly working my way through the #25daysnippetchallenge since I keep forgetting about it, but here's day 9: blood/injury/sickness

⚠️Trigger warning for animal attack, injury, and blood

From my #ffxv #promptis fic, "Full Moon Rising."

archiveofourown.org/works/37337677

A snippet from my Werewolf au story called "Full Moon rising"

Day 8: Food and drink

This is a small scene of Noct and the bros at his favorite restaurant eating dessert from my werewolf au, "Full Moon Rising."

archiveofourown.org/works/37337677

#ffxv #25daysnippetchallenge #promptis #werewolfau

A snippet from my ffxv fanfi tion called Soul Bound.

Day 7: A beloved NPC

Nyx has got to be one of my all-time favorite side characters, and I don't write him nearly as much as I want to.

This is a scene from my "Soul Bound" fic where Nyx makes his first appearance.

#25daysnippetchallenge #ffxv

archiveofourown.org/works/53019424

A snippet from one of my ffxv fics

Day 6: Any Description

This is one of my favorite works. I'm a sucker for soulmate stuff, and it was so fun to write this for the Apricity: A Prompto Spring and Winter zine.

archiveofourown.org/works/41276958

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A snippet from my fanfiction for final fantasy xv called "Dawn of Remembrance."

Day 5: Something sad

I don't often write sad fics, but here's one from my fic called, "Dawn of Remembrance."

archiveofourown.org/works/59571805

#25daysnippetchallenge #ffxv #ff15 #finalfantasyxv #postworldofruin

A snippet from a fanfiction wip that I'm working on

Day 4: Flirting or pining

This is from one of my wips called, "Tie Me To You."

It's about Alpha Noctis going to a stuffy royal function at the citadell full or nobles, and the only thing that gets him through it is Prompto's scent on his tie.

#ffxv #promptis #omegaverse #25daysnippetchallenge

A snippet from my ffxv fanfiction called "The Secret Guest."

A little late because I got busy and forgot, but better late than never!

Day 3: Something funny

This is an ongoing wip from my fic called, "The Secret Guest."

archiveofourown.org/works/59562391

#promptis #ffxv #25daysnippetchallenge

Val’dran, at one point, sees no other choice but to drag Isobel down into the shadows to avoid her getting knocked out and possibly taken hostage. It feels all sorts of wrong for both of them, he’s sure, but even as she gasps, grey in the face upon surfacing, she doesn’t shy away from him. Whether foolish or not, Val’dran can’t say. “Isobel!” Jaheira calls, bursting into the room and killing the last winged monstrosity with strangling roots. “Are you well?” “I’m alright, Jaheira!” Isobel affirms. “If only due to our new friends. But Marcus…” “He’s been here from the start,” Jaheira says grimly. “Ketheric has known our location all along.” Val’dran raises an eyebrow, a bit confused. Isn’t it obvious that they’re at the inn, with the massive moon shield? Or is that something only visible to his shadow-wreathed eyes? “Man, he hit hard,” Karlach says, cracking her back. “Mm, sorry for diverting his hit to you,” Val’dran apologises quietly. “Man, you kidding?” Karlach waves her hand. “Val’dran, he’d have broken all your ribs! It’s super cool that you can turn all ghost-like. Or demon-like, I guess. Besides, if you hadn’t done… whatever you did, Isobel would’ve gotten knocked right out.” “And that would’ve been the end of most of Last Light,” Isobel agrees. “I can’t say it was pleasant to be in the shadows, but thank you, Val’dran. Truly.”

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Day 16: A heroic moment!

Sort of? xD

Day 2: Description of the main character

Here's a two for one! This is from a polyship witch!Noctis au called "Soul Bound" ft the bros as supernaturals

#polyshiproadtrip #ffxv #promptis #gladnoct #gladnis #promnis #ignoct #promptio #25daysnippetchallenge

archiveofourown.org/works/53019424

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Day 9- injury

From my #bloodweave fic Act The Maggot: archiveofourown.org/works/54390598

Halsin shakes his head. “You underestimate your own kindness, your willingness to learn, your patience,” he replies. “I have lived a long time. Seen many things, many people. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.” Val’dran furrows his brows. “Your heart does what? Is it not functioning properly?”  Halsin laughs loudly at that, and Val’dran can’t fathom why it’s funny. Has he misinterpreted something? He’s good at common, but it still does trip him up at times. At least he hasn’t accidentally done insult, this time.  “No surprise a drow would not be so adept with metaphors of the heart,” Halsin chuckles. “Let me put it clearer; I want more than to fight side by side with you, or sit at the campfire. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine. Want to hold you close, and hear that charming laughter you so rarely deign to share. I want you, Val’dran. If you were to be amenable. If I’ve… misread the situation, we can let it rest, dismiss it, but I… must know if it can be something more between us.”  Val’dran stalls. This was not where he expected the conversation to go. He’s not sure what he expected, but not this. And Halsin says it’s clearer, but it’s not. He says he wishes companionship, but he also says he wants Val’dran, and that sentence is rarely meant in any platonic manner.  “I… you want sex? Or… something else? It’s… not clear to me what you want,” he admits, feeling uncharacteristically flustered about the fact.  “Heh, sorry, perhaps I am too poetic,” Halsin smiles. “I want a romantic relationship. With sex if and when wanted, but I appreciate your company and your wit just as much. I don’t think I’m wrong in saying you appreciate mine too.” 

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Day 15: A confession

Gale added tomatoes and broth to the sauce, covering it to let it simmer before sliding the eggplant into the oven to broil. By the time he turned back around, Astarion had poured them both a glass of red wine and was happily chowing down on cheese and crackers. “So we've got fancy sauce and eggplant slices. What's next?” he asked between bites. Gale leaned against the counter next to him and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth where a few stray crumbs had gathered before taking a sip from his own glass. “We need to make a different fancy sauce,” he explained and Astarion groaned.

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Day 8- food

#bloodweave making moussaka together from my fic Love And Its Decisive Pain:
archiveofourown.org/works/54520618

“Let the drow go, or we see how well you can breathe with your airways sliced open,” Val’dran says. Quiet, soft, and deadly serious. “Shit, where the fuck did—?” “He’s bluffing!” the half-elf snaps. Val’dran gives the human a lazy, threatening smile. “Are you willing to bet your friend’s life on whether he’s correct or not?” “Uh—he seems real fuckin’ serious, man,” the human says uneasily. “That one’s a real under elf, like, the murderous kind. L—Listen, under elf, you cut his throat, I’m stabbin’ your friend.” “You do that, I’m going to murder the both of you instead of only one. And I’ve had a craving for surfacer flesh recently. Nothing like meat that tastes of fear,” Val’dran purrs. “You twisted fucker—!” the half-elf yells and tries to turn around to attack with his own blade. Like a fucking idiot. Val’dran’s daggers are routinely sharpened, and they slice through vulnerable flesh as if it were butter. The half-elf has the audacity to look surprised as he scrabbles at his throat, but Val’dran merely shoves him aside, using the stunned fright of the human to simply step forward and lash out with his blade. His throat also yields to steel without issue, a spray of blood splattering on cobblestone and dirty walls. And somewhat on Sorn, but frankly Val’dran thinks he can’t complain about a bit of blood when his actual life was in very real danger. He flicks blood off his blade, dispassionately shoving the dying human away with a foot. A glance back reveals that the half-elf is already dead, still with the look of surprise on his face.

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Day 14: An action/fight scene

Laeral smiled and ushered her inside the open door before shutting it firmly behind them. Dalyria mourned her most direct escape, and tried to tell herself she wouldn’t need it. Not that she thought it mattered all that much. While the woman leading her silently down the hallway had been nothing short of kindly, she radiated power. A presence that demanded respect and had Dalyria straightening her spine without meaning to. For obvious reasons, she’d never been fond of powerful people, and certainly not wizards, but she was here with a purpose. If nothing else, Dalyria was a woman with enough wit and decorum both to survive a meeting with the most powerful woman in Waterdeep. The silence continued until Laeral led them to a sitting room of sorts, where a table with a tea set and an assortment of confections waited. A grand piano played itself in the corner, a tinkling melody she supposed was meant to be soothing. Dalyria followed Laeral’s lead, lowering herself stiffly into the other waiting chairs. The Open Lord appeared to be in no rush, taking her time pouring herself a cup of tea, and pouring dark liquid from a separate carafe into Dalyria’s teacup. She immediately recognized the scent of blood and fidgeted her seat. An old memory rose to the surface. Gnawing hunger in her stomach. Blood, richer than anything she would normally be allowed, served to her in fine china. Mockery poised as a gift. It was never worth the price.

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Day 7- a beloved NPC

Dalyria from chapter 34 of my #bloodweave long fic, Closer To Ghosts Than God:
archiveofourown.org/works/542021...

gonna start doing the #25daysnippetchallenge today let's fucking gooo. this is the thread i'll use for all of it so mute as needed. the challenge:

Day 1: The opening line/paragraph of any fic.

This is from one of my wips called, "Marry Me."

#ffxv #promptis #25daysnippetchallenge

Sorn is about as welcome in the circus as any of the circus members themselves, everyone waves and greets him, Zethino offering him a breathless hug and murmuring about the devotion she senses from him. It always makes Klaus happy, to see how well his friend fits in with them all. He’s sure Sorn could make a wonderful circus artist too. Acrobatics, or maybe entertaining for an adult audience. But Sorn well and truly enjoys his work at the Caress, so until he decides he doesn’t, Klaus won’t bring it up. They find Val’dran outside his tent, going through apparent morning stretches. He does those like a cat too, stretching from the tip of his fingers to the tip of his tail. “Meow,” Sorn purrs. Val’dran perks up with his entire body. “Sorn?” “Hello, kitten!” Sorn grins, visibly raking his gaze over the drowcat. “You’re looking particularly delicious today.” Val’dran flushes a delicate pink over the cheek where he doesn’t have fur and Klaus subdues a smile, watching seemingly all prickliness draining from the drowcat as Sorn steps in close to pull him into a kiss, hands eagerly and teasingly stroking along the leotard. “Sorn—!” Val’dran protests. Klaus bites his lip to stop himself from laughing, because Sorn’s roaming hands have settled on Val’dran’s slim waist to hoist him up with seeming ease, and the drowcat looks more than a little flustered about it.

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Day 13: Wild Card - a snippet you really like

Not me combining circus AU and werecat AU or anything... 😂

It wasn't until they'd reached the Ravengard manor and split up to go help their respective soon-to-be weds that Astarion found it. Nestled in one of the dozens of pockets Gale had hidden in these robes. A small, black velvet box. Astarion had never been one to ignore his curiosity. He opened it immediately. A brightly polished gold ring rested inside, tiny rubies embedded like stars in the band.

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Day 6- a description

From my #bloodweave fic Will You Please Stand:
archiveofourown.org/works/55519015

Kagha regains her composure, telling the dismayed Rath to remove the body. First then does she turn her attention to them, or rather to Val’dran. And absurdly enough, a smile blooms on her lips. “A deep elf in the grove – a good omen!” she declares, as if that isn’t the most nonsense thing Val’dran has heard so far today. “Can I help you?” he asks, making no attempt at hiding his disdain. “…You disapprove of how I dealt with the thief?” Kagha queries in turn, eyes narrowing with something like confusion or disappointment. “I had thought someone like you would understand.” “Children aren’t particularly useful when they’re dead,” Val’dran replies flatly. “But the spider, like the viper, protects its nest,” Kagha points out. Val’dran twitches an ear, in no way more impressed by the new sentiment. Who takes inspiration from the cruelty that can be found in drow society? And the comparison isn’t even sensible; yes, a brood mother protects its young. But plenty of them eat their own too. Much like drow society has a tendency to eat itself, like a snake slowly but surely eating its own tail and getting nowhere. No. Kagha thinks herself clever, but even a poisonous viper gets nowhere once it has bitten its own tail. But that, frankly, isn’t Val’dran’s problem.

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Day 12: An NPC you love to hate

No, he could already imagine the disappointed look in those pretty brown eyes. Gale might act earnest and unassuming, but he must want the same as everyone else. A pretty thing to keep on his arm and bolster his ego. Of course Gale would lie rather than risk upsetting him. He would probably lie when Astarion confronted him about it, too. Give him those ridiculous puppy dog eyes and come up with some excuse, hoping to trick Astarion back into believing what was obviously too good to be true. And if he’d lied about this—watched Astarion struggle and pretended to help him when he knew all along what had happened—what else had he lied about? Astarion should’ve seen it coming. People like Gale didn’t exist. No. No one was as kind as Gale for no reason. He was every bit as manipulative as everyone else Astarion had ever met, but worse for the fact that he thought he was better than the rest, by virtue of being less transparent in his selfishness. Astarion glared at the man who claimed to love him. Who he thought he might truly… Foolish. How achingly over sentimental he’d become at the smallest bit of affection. More than he was angry at Gale, he was disgusted with himself. With his weakness and how badly he wanted Gale to mean all the things he said. But it didn’t matter what he wanted. Fate had never been kind enough to grant him what he prayed for.

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Day 5- something sad

From chaoter 31 of my #bloodweave long fic, Closer To Ghosts Than God:

archiveofourown.org/works/542021...

“You must let me know how it feels to kiss you like this,” the other drow says. “Please?” “I don’t—I don’t understand,” Val’dran stammers. “What is there to understand?” Sorn replies. “Just feel. May I?” Val’dran swallows, but nods. Just feel? Fine. He’ll try that then, Sorn can assuage his curiosity and… and something. Sorn leans in without hesitation, making a pleased noise as their lips meet, never mind the oddness of Val’dran’s upper lip, the fur, the way his whiskers twitch. The way his whiskers give tiny sparks of knowledge to Val’dran’s brain about the closeness of Sorn’s face. That’s… oddly… nice? The whole kiss is oddly nice. Or maybe it’s not odd, because it’s Sorn.

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Day 11: A kiss!

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Day 4- pining

Some Astarion pining from my #bloodweave fic Karma Is A Cat:

archiveofourown.org/works/62338696

"Hello again," he says. "Oh, come on," Moy says. "You do realise this doesn't seem like coincidence?" Val'dran shrugs, cleaning blood off his blades. "Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence. Let's not make it three times." "Oh?" Braelin says, moving up with a key jauntily swinging on his finger. "Do your friends not like being rescued then? We could leave them. No skin off my back." "I didn't say that!" Moy protests. "We would… appreciate… assistance," Izwae says.

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Day 10: Dialogue of your choice

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Day 3- something funny

#bloodweave pre-relationship shenanigans from my fic The One That Got A Thay:
archiveofourown.org/works/58878511

Val’dran makes a noise more comparable to a gurgle than anything, and Volo pulls the ice pick out with a sharp motion. There’s a sharp, immediate, awful pain. Darkness. There’s blood running down his cheek, the sound of something falling, dropping in the mud. His—his eye— “Oh. Oh dear,” Volo says. “There’s… been some cosmetic damage.” Val’dran sits up, dizzy. Reaches up to touch, fingertips meeting blood and a hollow nothing. “I can’t… see,” he says. Inanely. Of course he can’t. There’s no eye to see with. No larva removed. No permanent solution. Only foolishness and loss. “Uh, um, well. It seems it’s time I move on,” Volo says. “But I do feel partially responsible, so – here! An upgrade from that useless piece of jelly!” He presses a false eye into Val’dran’s other hand, folding his fingers around it so he doesn’t lose it. Then quite hurriedly goes about packing. Fleeing. Val’dran supposes he should be angry. But he’s only numb. …He should… clean the eye socket. See if he still has a healing potion left. Why does he feel so… cold? 

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Day 9: Blood, injury, sickness

Getting his eye taken out wasn't so nice, poor Val'dran 😔

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Day 2- description of main character

From my #bloodweave fic Wreck My Plans:

archiveofourown.org/works/644602...

Val’dran twitches an ear at him, offering a slanted look. “I must be,” he replies lazily. “But I found I needed a snack. Your chef is kindly taking some time out of his busy schedule for me.” Chorizo scoffs where he’s putting together what appears to be a sandwich, but Sorn can see he’s clearly pleased at having his work appreciated. It’s no wonder to find Val’dran being a little bit manipulative. What drow isn’t? But how effective it is, too, from that darling little kitten. “He really is a wonderful chef,” Sorn agrees. “I am only hoping he has the time to make something for little old me as well…” “No,” Chorizo tells him. “You’re going to demand some nonsense again!” Sorn pouts. “I wouldn’t. You’d let me go hungry? I?” “Eat a banana,” Chorizo declares. “Here you are, Val’dran. Don’t share any with that waste of space, he doesn’t deserve it.” Val’dran accepts the sandwich with a nod and a sly smile. “Of course not. Thank you very much, Sauceman.” Chorizo harrumphs and goes back to his preparations, though not before lobbing a banana at Sorn, who catches it just before it hits him in the face. He cackles as he follows Val’dran out of the kitchen, more amused than anything.

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Day 8: Food & Drink

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Day 1- first line

"The first time is clearly an accident, but that doesn’t stop the devastatingly handsome stranger from glaring at him."

From my #bloodweave fic Holding My Breath (like I met someone)

archiveofourown.org/works/58867537

He wakes sluggishly, feeling heavy and weak. But that must be wrong, surely? He is not… supposed to wake. He remembers a strange light, a warmth… golden cat’s eyes filled with compassion. A farewell. Is it to be different, then? He was so certain… Cedric opens his eyes, an endeavour that feels impossibly difficult until he succeeds, at which point he is mostly just confused. He lies nestled where he remembers speaking with the witcher Geralt, stiff and aching. Weak. Very weak. His side, soaked in blood, aches the worst. How…?

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Day 7: A beloved NPC

Not me getting incredibly attached to very minor characters... (Cedric the elf from Witcher 2)