#drabble: epitaph

[ibrithir-was-here]

(This is a really weird drabble that is not connected with anything else I've written, but is more about body horror and losses unmourned vibes and...yeah I don't know. Tis the bleak midwinter have some ghosts)

Dream of the Endless doesnt sleep. Doesn't dream. He is all dreams, all fantasies, all nightmares.

And though he does not sleep, does not dream, is Lord Shaper and King of all Nightmares and none ...there is a nightmare haunting him.

He can just feel it, at the edges of his consciousness, can almost see it, sometimes, when his focus wanders, when he lets his mind drift from the flow of the collective subconscious.

There is something, always there, always behind him. Just out of sight, waiting to be recalled, waiting to be seen.

He is not the only one who senses it he thinks.

Sometimes, he sees Matthew shudder, sometimes he feels the Corinthian's gaze flick away, catches Lucienne biting at her lip, as though to lock words behind it she would speak but does not dare.

Sometimes he senses Death flinch.

There is a trigger that seems to drawthe presence, for illiciting these responses, for pulling the thing that haunts him closer into his view.

It's when he introduces himself. Not as Dream, but by his newest epitaph, as Lord Daniel.

That is when the presence seems closest, clearest. That is when he can sense most clearly the empty shape, a gaping hole in existence the size of what was once a child. Can feel the phantom fingers of one who is no more, clutching at the hem of his snow white, bone white, shroud white robe. Can hear the baby soft whisper, crawling up to him, sadly, lonely, lost:

"No, that's my name"

#my writing #dream of the endless #daniel hall #(i think what gets me so much is that everyone always seems to mourn Morpheus #and rightly so #but no one ever seems to mourn the loss of baby Daniel Hall #who never got to reunite with his momma #I once thought of making a Labyrinth AU with Daniel as Toby #but instantly had the thought that for Lyta thats just canon #only at the end she fails #and her baby is turned into the Goblin King #for her anyway #i just have feelings about baby Daniel ok?) #sandman #lyta hall #sandman comics spoilers #sandman spoilers #sandman comics #lucienne (the sandman) #the corinthian #matthew the raven #death of the endless #tw body horror

[theprinceandagcd]

First Lines/WIP Wednesday

i really gotta get one of them cute graphics like y'all have... but i have no artistic talent.... so I guess I ain't gonna have one ANYWAY

@firenati0n tagged me in first lines and @heybuddy-drabbles kind of tagged me in a nice lil combo post of both so here tf we are

this is something I've shared a couple snippets of on Twitter the last few days (follow meeee @/princeandagcd) but I'm writing a fic where henry visits his dad's grave throughout canon events and then a few post canon events (weddings and kids and whatnot). this section in particular is in the middle of his and alex's relationship, specifically set after Wimbledon :)

He tucks his knees up to his chest, feeling small. "I concede that I should have expected this, mind you, because I was aware it would happen. I knew I would go from loving this idea of him to just loving him. And I do, already." Henry huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. "Love him, that is. So much that it feels like a part of me, more than anything else does at the moment. I even think it’s making me a better person, getting to love him this way.” It’s easy to picture his dad tilting his head, eyes filled to the brim with concern. Henry needs to be honest to someone – it may as well be his deceased father. So, he pushes the words past his lips, each one razor sharp against his tongue. “But I know it won’t last, and now I only have the option of waiting for him to... to tire of me and leave." The epitaph underneath his dad’s name is right in his eyeline, the word father almost feeling like a taunt. Lately, Alex has so often assuaged the permanent ache in his chest, but the fear of what will happen has the wound ripped open, feeling as fresh as it did the day Arthur died. "That's what people do around me, right? They leave. It very well may be my slot in life." Henry swallows, thinking of Alex's brilliant smile and his hungry kisses and his gentle hands. "I know we won’t be forever,” he reiterates, pressing a firm hand to the pain beneath his sternum. “Is it selfish of me, though, to cherish this time with him? When I am cognizant of how the story ends?"

I also don't have a tag list for firstprince on here but I def should get one?? so if you're interested in being added just let me know and I'll get one started lmao i'm sorry i'm a mess bye

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[thesongthesoulsings]

Masterlist

Hogwarts Legacy

Aesop Sharp

Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit - | Part 1 | - | Part 2 |

Promised Legacy

Egyptian Coffee

Bloodstained Silk

{Sharpuary Drabbles] - |1|-|2|-|3|-|4|-|5|-|6|-|7|-|8|-|9|-|10|-|11|-|12|

Baldur´s Gate 3

Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep

Audio

Gale´s Poem for Athena

Song of Solomon 6:3

Song of Solomon 3:4

Song of Solomon 8:7

Gale´s Poem for Athena´s Pregnancy

Poem written by @sorceresssundries in audio format

Poem "Tiefling Party" written by @sorceresssundries in audio format

Drawings

Watermelon Crushing Comic (Part 1)

Gale Holding Half-Exposed Athena

Thigh Kiss

Gale was missed

Giving a hand

Don´t Die On Me

What Were You Doing?

Athena Dekarios Portrait

Gale´s Poem Collection

Gale´s Poem for Athena

Clarified Enigma

Fanfiction

Blue Thistles & White Lilies

Of Discoveries and Worries

Devotion

Pictures

Gale "Physical" Love Scene

Perfected Astral Love Scene

Astral Love Scene

Boat Scene

Godhood

Athena & Gale

Athena & Gale Bathing

"Doing It" In Front of Mystra´s Statue

Gale is not amused

Waterdeep News Reports On Gale´s Wedding

Videos

Last Kiss & Hug

Last Kiss & Waist Grab

Astral Love Scene Recording

Tribute to Gale & Athena

The Seikilos Epitaph

Lae´zel is jealous of Gale

Harry Potter

Severus Snape & Hermione Granger

Glimpse of Us - | Ch. 1 | - | Ch. 2 | - | Ch. 3 |

Of Progress and Pursuit

Not Merely Passable

Theology of Beauty and the Observations of Trees

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[spinaroos-47]

Guess what made me feel shrimp emotions recently?

I loved The Lone Mourner: Eulogy, its SO good, @drabbles-of-writing is so good, how they managed to make Hunter being the only character in the story and have his monologue sound like a conversation with the past grimwalkers, i loved it

That weird grief was so palpable, it grabbed my heart and didn't let go, beacuse, yeah, its a weird feeling. He never met any of them, so would they even consider him family? And there isnt really a good answer, and i love his decision and how he decided to act on it

(also i really appreciate the choice of the flower for that. Love me some flower symbolism)

Link for it:

#toh #the owl house #hunter toh #golden guard #my art

[bellshazes]

uhhh maybe smth with cleo on witchcraft smp for the drabble requests?

every poem an epitaph - The Witch of Time looks for a place to call home.

ὁδὸς ἄνω κάτω μία καὶ ὡυτή The way upward and the way downward is one and the same

In their hands, the flint to light the candles. Candles on altar, altar on stone, old stones that sing each to each in steady iamb heartbeats. No, not heartbeats; the witch of time hasn’t had one of those since time before time - but the metronomic rhythm keeps her hands steady. Flint in hands, candles on altar, altar on stones.

The broomstick waits nearby, not frozen in time but bobbing softly at the ready. Time waits for no one but them, even as it marches its steady pace onward around her. No heart beating, but she expands her ribs and draws the still sea air into their lungs, an echoing chasm in their still center beginning to reverberate with silence, waiting for an answer. 

Altar on stone and candles on altar before her. Old stones that sing to old stones beneath.

In the stillness, the click of the flint on steel sets the beating rhythm not like heartbeats but like the click of an abacus focusing magic, the click of an abacus someone else once held, the click and the click and the click of an abacus echoing against her ribs. The tick of a clock, hours over minutes, minutes over seconds, stacking until the moment unwinds, not a heart beating forward but a crown being turned to beg the watch into movement.

Outside this moment the waves crash far below, but the sea change can’t touch them. Time likes its rhythms, its resonance, and with no heart to follow the witch of time trusted its meter and found a place they could call home. Here, high above, in the stillness, in the echoing, in the cavern of her chest and the steadiness of their hands, Cleo exhales to spark a point of flame and lets the call for counterpoint resound.

Home, sing the stones. Call me home, clicks the abacus. 

Call my home, ticks the clock.

She flies away and lets the song do the searching, releasing the tension in their sides and sternum. Time watched moves slowly, but when they turn the broomstick back around, it’s the blink of an eye or the slide of a bead to find their home called back to her, made unfamiliar by its cool-toned coloring but more comforting for it. Every end a beginning, the old stones made new. 

When they land at the once-familiar entrance and put cold hands to rough stone, a faint warmth is leaving them. I called you home, she thinks. I’ll call you home.

Inside, in time, there will be books and tables under them and shelves around them, places to rest, places to read, to mete out time, to cook and care and grow. It will be comfortable, as it almost always was. At the top of the stairs, at the top of the tower, there will lie one stone that will mark this home as theirs, the echo sounding forth again as she navigates this new world.

When they reach it, its magic will pulse faintly to some long-forgotten beat, some long-forgotten lullaby, some tune so deeply felt it isn’t heard at all. She smiles, their defunct organs still and silent with it once more; there is little time to waste. Eager to return to the place they no longer remember, the Witch of Time moves the future forward and finds themself finally at home.

#peter writes #zombiecleo #wcsmp cleo #i have FEELINGS about the CRASTLE and about POETIC METER and FOUR QUARTETS #which to be clear i did borrow concepts from (the song so deeply heard etc) but. god. this episode. #a lot more of this was going to be iambs -> dactyls progression but i gave up

[seafarers-epitaph]

New format. Who dis?

Hi, yes, I am aware that my blog is about as busy as a surfers' club in an inland state in the middle of winter and I apologize for this. I am newish to the idea of tumblr roleplay in that it's been, like, fifteen years and I'm an old man on the inside. That being said, I plan to work on things like rules and carrd today. A temporary breakdown of who I am and what I'm looking for will be included in this post just in case anyone was curious. Thanks for your patience!

OOC: Name: Doc, Epitaph Age: 28 Gender and pronouns: Non-binary (they/them, he/him) Post length: Multi-para to Novella Post frequency: Whenever I get the chance. I am for at least once a week. Crossover-, mirror-, OC- and AU-friendly Fade to black, M/M, M/F, M/X, ship with both IC and OOC chemistry. I don't always ship either. Discord for the deserving. Heavy lean on solo Trafalgar Law (One Piece), though I might branch out into some of my other favorite muses over time. Headcanons for days. Demisexual panromantic representation and always single for the start of a roleplay unless discussed. Open to groups, but limited on spoons. I write a lot of drabbles and they're usually angsty and introspective.

#roleplay #one piece roleplay #trafalgar law #one piece

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, July 18

CASSIE: Look, I don't mean to be a pain. You seem really nice, and I know you're just trying to help. But I'm wasting your time. BUFFY: No you're not. This is why I'm here. Cassie, please tell me, why do you think you're gonna die? CASSIE: I don't think it, I know it. I just know. BUFFY: What do you mean, you know? A-are you saying that someone's going to hurt you? Has someone threatened you? CASSIE: No. (beat) No, I just know that next Friday I'm gonna die. Some things I just know. I don't know how, I just do. (beat) Like I know there will be coins- BUFFY: Coins? CASSIE: Mm-hmm. Lots of coins. Weird ones. And I know that you'll go someplace dark underground. I-I don't know.

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #126: "Help"~~

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[arikos-of-caelid]

Drabble: Midnight in the Archives

Arikos waited a day to take suspicion off him, before making a trip back to the Grand Library under cover of night, hopping from building to building shadow; paradoxically darker opposite the Erdtree's light.

He'd gotten a glimpse of the entrance to the restricted rooms as per Godwyn's directions. The lock didn't look too terribly complicated to pick with some needles and his knives; however, he kept a bottle of acid spraymist just in case. He normally hated to touch anything brewed by the Depraved sort; however, in this case he found it terribly useful as a backup option.

One that he fortunately did not need, as it turned out. He'd have to dispose of that mixture somewhere afterwards. And it was much less dusty than expected. Perhaps due to the recent cleaning efforts.

That might make my life a bit easier. Maybe they moved those belongings here.

But there was one thing that was mentioned present in these archives that caught his attention in particular. Demigod correspondence. While there was no feasible way to read through ALL of it, given theft of the letters would immediately raise alarm, Arikos already had a plan. Look at the rough timeline of correspondence sent and received by my three educated guesses for suspects: Rykard, Ranni, and Miquella. One, he knew was a schemer and had declared intentions of war against Leyndell. The next, he didn't know much, positive or negative; every attempt of his 'bluntstone' mind to infiltrate the Carians and Raya Lucaria ended in failure. And the last...quite mysterious, but perhaps the most concrete: the likely creator of the Golden Epitaph, which had a prayer wishing for his "lord brother's" true death.

And from that skimming, which he couldn't tell if it took half an hour or five, revealed several interesting details. First, there was an above-average amount of correspondence between Ranni and Rykard. Second, Ranni's letters completely stopped before the Shattering even started. Third, Miquella's letters disappeared much earlier than expected during it. Finally, Rykard's stopped last, though Arikos already knew why from much more modern spying efforts; being willingly devoured by the Great Serpent. Curiouser and curiouser...I wonder if I can find something more explicitly about the Night of the Black Knives elsewhere.

He didn't know how many hours were left in the night...but Arikos was feeling lucky. And the most likely place to find that...would be case files. And he'd almost given up hope at it, until he found a padfolio that was noticeably more fancy, and dusty. Important, but long abandoned. Opened it up. "...Bingo," he had to slam his hand over his mouth to avoid drawing attention. A case long gone cold, that he would fortunately be able to lay to rest now. Skim, skim, skim. Many of the details were familiar, and he could even add some that this report was missing. And finally, a sentence that made him audibly gasp. "...The assassins scattered far and wide, and their locations remain unknown. However, one that made it to the vicinity of Liurnia before being lost only managed it because another of their ranks perished covering her escape..."

And then, the piece of the record that was the closest to home. His own arrest, and record of conviction.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The judgment of Arikos the Confessor.

Once guided by grace, he committed murder and high treason in conspiracy with the Black Knife assassins. He was one that struck down the noble retainers of Godwyn the Golden, thus enabling his demise.

May his name and legacy forever be shunned.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Though, the words stung less than he expected. The reason why, not a mystery. Because he'd already been forgiven for the greatest failure of the bunch. And maybe in time, that can be wiped off the record too. But...I must not overstay my welcome. Lest it all fall apart again. And so, Arikos carefully replaced the material in the library archives, dust and all. Carefully departed, and locked the door behind him. Went some distance away, to one of the lower tiers of the city in private. And then gripped a particular sample of Deathroot, kept far underneath his Perfumer's garb. Now seemed as good a time as any to report back, before the second, likely more tricky part of the operation.

#[Perfumer's Notes] #[Mun's Writing] #verse: first death cuts deepest #The real juicy stuff! #This has been a Satisfying Challenge to write #Getting timelines and what Ari knows and doesnt straight #Seeecret agent man! #But now back to RP!

[buppypilled]

Straud IV Drabbles

Just random thoughts abt Vladdy Daddy's kids in my save

Vlad and Maryam had three children: Angelus, Rowan, and Misty. Truly, Maryam's done most of the child rearing, Vlad truly wasn't sure how to parent, he figured it'd be easier to leave it to her. Vlad is a very distant father, he engraved the epitaphs of their coffins. They're all love letters, insistence on how wonderful they are, and what they're sure to accomplish. He plays the organ for them while they rest on occasion, though he plays it every single time his wife rests. He gets them gifts, and supports them financially, etc. He just isn't extremely emotionally present for his children, he tries for Maryam's sake.

Angelus is the oldest, he aspires to be like his father. It scares Vlad to know that, he sees the same hunger for power he had when he was young. He keeps his son at a distance, while Angelus tries so hard to get his attention. Rowan tries too, constanly doing everything and anything to amaze her father. She pushes her mother away, just hoping for her father's attention. Even when she was a baby, Rowan wouldn't stop wailing until he held her. Though they both resent the youngest, Misty.

Misty looks the most like their mother, tanned skin, and white hair. She has her mother's disposition: it's clear she's happily spent her time with her the whole time. She glows, she's just as much of a ball of sunshine as her mother, full of love and joy for being alive.

They got a servant after a long while of none at all on Maryam's reques. But they got one later on, their Renfield, if you will.

Misty and Rowan understand nothing about humans--Misty just knows they eat food and sleep (?). Rowan vents to their new servant, Misty talks about wanting to see the outside, and the Voider boy she's been watching. Their servant's somewhat fond of them both. He wishes they wouldn't throw dog treats his way when they're proud of him. Angelus doesn't acknowledge the servant, he in fact just shouts at him sometimes and kicks him out of his "office". He's angsty!!

Misty watches the Voider family sometimes. Wolves run through Midnight Hollow sometimes when they rampage, it's often a Voider. She sees one of their kids often--Wilfred, she's learned his name from his sister, who is a vampire. Maryam tells her things about werewolves, that the Voiders are a slowly growing bloodline of wolves. The ones Maryam's seen have mastered immortality.

"That's a feat, it takes a lot of realization! As opposed to us, we have the privilege to live forever with no work involved.", Maryam would say, mentioning that it seemed Wilfred hadn't gotten that yet. Misty's sure he's going to drop dead one day. He doesn't notice she's watching yet, he's a little too busy trying to chew the chairs in the town square.

[bearseungmin]

[ epitaph. ] — trounced from the warlock your heart’s attached to, minho’s powers have a benefitting way of putting you into the future to increase your experiences.

rating: mature! pairing: warlock! minho x gender-neutral! reader genre: warlock! au, supernatural! au, smut word count: 1.3k [warnings]: jumps back and forth a lot (on purpose), biting/marking, hickies, heavy teasing, oral (reader! receiving), praise kink, doggy-style, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of combat + dimension shifting A/N: my best friend explained to me that in the anime jojo they use epitaph as a way to see ten seconds into the future so i got inspired to write this. thank you dino ily. also, this was a drabble from last year! it’s just been revamped because (it needed it) it fits my kinktober concept! do not interact with this if you are under 18.

— kinktober 2021 masterlist

Panting frantically with your lips pressed roughly against his, his teeth nearly broke the skin of your mouth with a gnawing bite. A moan vibrating into the kiss, his body only retreated away from you for a moment to slip the handles of your bags into his palms.

Lifting to put them on the counter, his opposite hand guided you down the hall towards your bedroom, tracing your back with his fingertips.

The sudden sound of birds drew your attention back to your reality as you walked up the pathway towards the home, not at all inside or with Minho just yet. Your frantic eyes peered around you, taking in the encompassing space like it was otherworldly and not the same as what you had been walking through for more than a matter of minutes now. The man’s eccentric tricks always had you on edge, wondering in what part of time your next breath would be in, where you would be and doing what actions, and most importantly: understanding the point he was making through the ploys up his sleeve. Minho, the warlock who had long taken your heart, used you as his best trick of all.

Minho was impatient, waiting for you as he occupied himself with small tasks like refilling his flasks and cutting up some ingredients. He didn’t want to leave the comfort of the home just yet, having watched you disappear outside with big eyes and empty bags.

The time wasn’t right, his powers were too dull to protect himself after his last battle. In a dimension where those with capabilities unlike humans were considered dangerous enough to be separated and have their own space to live, constant strife was always taking place. Minho had to be strong enough to go out that door and control what he could—to keep you safe, his very own human now the first to be housed inside the unusual community. He never considered how well you’d be off, even on your own from time to time.

You had been handling things well, caring for him as he healed until he was almost fully recovered. But the worry of another clashing combat caused him to salvage all he could and stay inside. The hatred he had for staying in the small cottage alone was nothing like you had witnessed before, his stir-crazy expression evident even through the small panes of the kitchen’s door as you walked across the stones towards the home.

Enthralled by the warlock, you had to admit he had power over you even if it wasn’t intended. Since the first time you touched—when he claimed you as his own, you were able to see the future. A small bit that made a large difference, you always knew what he needed, wanted, and imagined. It was an omnipotent skill to gain.

The moment his hand jiggled the doorknob, you knew what was going to happen. Your bags lightly dropped to the ground, his lips overlapping yours as his teeth nibbled against your lips. In a single blink, his hand was at your lower back guiding you towards the hallway.

The bags were disposed onto the counter without a care for any particular items that might need to be stored in a specific temperature. His lips urged another kiss from you as the walls sped by, the soft impression of your bedroom all around. Your back sunk into the mattress, the weight of his body protruding over yours heavily.

His silked lips and pearled teeth left your face to taste the skin of your neck. Light sounds of his name ricocheted in your throat but were imbricated by his louder groans, his hips grinding down into you in search of friction. The cold temperatures of the glasses of potions held in his hands all day were still mirrored into his touch, his frigid palms running along your hot skin to lift your shirt from your body.

The feeling of his tongue running a hot streak across your chest brought your mind to run fast into time, a new feeling cascading every nerve of your body. His tongue thrashed at your arousal, your hands cupped over your mouth to keep from screaming. You could feel your legs shaking around his head, his fingers toying with the spots his tongue couldn’t get to.

Lucidity reared you backwards again, his digits just now toying with your bottoms and underwear to pull them off your limbs and discard them onto the floor. His eyes wavered over your body, matching with your pupils. His were blown in proportion to your own, the unnaturally colored specks reading that his supernatural soul knew what you had experienced, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You’ve done so well for me today.” Minho’s awareness spiked the process of the universe, toying with his own abilities by dragging the pads of his fingers up and down your thighs in a painfully slow way. His voice soft and aspiring, your whine and the light thrash of your legs under his touch made him apply pressure. “Ah—ah, patience baby. You’ll get what you deserve in time.”

The force of his arms pressing your legs into the edge of the mattress reaped a groan from you, his lips playfully running across where you needed him most. Hips bucking, he continued to play with time—with what you witnessed in the flash of the future. The single wink of his eye being the only warning he gave you before his tongue finally delved between your legs.

You couldn’t release any noise to express the pleasure you were receiving, his tongue lapping at your body like a dog drinking water. His hands clamped around the outside of your thighs, pulling you closer to run his tongue in all directions and give harsh sucks to places that had you seeing spots. Your eyes shut tight, another premonition floating you into the future.

Your front was meshed into the covers of the bed, his hips rutting against your ass as his voice filled your ears. The sound of skin slapping echoed along the walls, the feeling of him pushing into you so realistic that your fingers had to grip the comforter just to keep yourself stable. The bed thrashed beneath his hard pace, one of his hands on your hips turning your head for his mouth to connect to your ear.

“Where are you right now?” He grinned in your peripheral, your eyes blinking and staring straight in thought. A single snap of his hips made your body shudder, Minho’s teeth sucking at your neck as he lightly whimpered from the clench you had around his cock.

Filling you to the brim, a wave of relief ran over your body, his fingers lacing with yours from behind as your orgasm hit you hard. Shivering from the cold air, he slowly pulled out of you, turning you to lie on your back and stare up at the ceiling.

“Hey,” He called out, your eyes tired and lids heavy. Gaze falling down, his head lifted from between your thighs, blinking innocently as your arousal dripped past his chin. A darker smirk grew, your brows knitting at the sight of him still between your legs and not hovering over you as he did seconds before. Your hand lifted to your neck, the love bite he had sucked into your skin not yet made.

You watched as his bottom lip sunk between his teeth, eyeing you up and down before meeting your gaze. “We’re not quite there yet, baby.” His grin was cheshire, enjoying the way you looked so lost yet found. No matter how much he twisted your mind and messed with your comprehension, he always knew how to push your buttons even better. “Don’t get so far ahead of me.”

© copyright bearseungmin 2021. all rights are reserved. do not modify, repost, or translate without my permission. please.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Good Pup!

A/N: Okay, I should be writing my sweet, fluffy, smutty story as the second entry for my own writing challenge, but a little bit of horny silliness on the Thot Neighbourhood Discord brought this little drabble into being. Names of those involved not mentioned to protect the not-so-innocent. You know who you are!!!

This is rated E, so no Minors please.

Not beta’d.

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Wordcount: approx 700 words

Pairing: Daddy! Val x Plus-sized Puppy! Reader x Mommy! Nat

CW: Daddy! Val, Mommy! Nat, Pet play, D/S tones, Praise and light degradation, leg humping, thigh riding, implied further smut.

The world was wonderfully fuzzy. Nothing in it mattered, other than Daddy and Mommy and how they took care of you. The head band, holding a pair of fluffy ears, sat comfortably on your head, and the butt plug, that turned into an equally fuzzy tail, was snug in your ass, creating the most delicious pressure and weight deep inside you.

Val, your Daddy, sat lounging in the easy chair in front of you, her left leg extended. The leg that you were currently straddling. All she wore was a set of midnight blue lingerie, the colour complimenting her skin tone. Her nipples were erect, pressing against the lacy cups of her bra.

“Come on, Puppy.” A shiver of pleasure darted down your spine at the epitaph. “You gonna hump my leg like needy puppies do?”

You couldn’t help the whine that left your throat, or the wetness that pooled in your cunt and started to slowly run down your leg. Hot breath ghosted over your ear from behind, warm soft flesh, and the scratch of more lace, pressed up against your naked skin. Nat. Mommy.

“Be a good Puppy for Daddy. Show her how much you want her. How desperate you are for her. That you can’t wait for a moment longer.”

Nat’s delicate fingers gripped into the flesh on your hips, moving you so that your cunt dragged up and down Val’s smooth calf. You drew in a sharp breath, the sensation almost too much and not enough at the same time. Val smiled down at you.

“Good girl,” she purred. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth and your head rolled back, eyes closed, onto Nat’s shoulder. Her fingers were still digging into you, but you didn’t need her guidance now as your hips rolled up and down, coating Val’s leg with your arousal, easing your movements. You felt Nat’s lips move over your shoulder and clavicle, trailing up your neck, as they spilled praises in your ear.

“Such a good puppy for Mommy and Daddy. Good puppies get treats. You want a treat, Pup?”

You felt so fuzzy it was hard to form words, but you knew if you didn’t answer this would all stop.

“Please…please, Mommy. I’ve been so good.”

Her hands petted your hair, and scratched behind your real ear.

“You have. You have, little puppy. So up. Up you get.”

Nat helped to guide you up Val’s body, so you were now straddling one of her muscular thighs. Now it was the hands of your Asgardian lover on your hips, helping you move in rhythm as she tensed her thigh beneath you.

“That’s it Puppy, get Daddy all messy. Show me how much you need me. How it doesn’t matter what part you use, as long as it’s me or Mommy helping you get off?”

Nat’s hands slid around your front, moving to cup your breasts, your flesh spilling between her fingers, as she massaged you.

“Poor Puppy, can’t do it on your own can you?”

You shook your head in agreement. You needed them for this.

Val moved a hand from your hip, sliding it behind you, between yours and Nat’s bodies, so she could play with the plug. She started off gently, tapping on it and sending light vibrations through you, before pressing on it, and then working up to tugging on it slightly, enjoying the whimpers coming from your mouth and the stuttering of your hips. Nat plucked at your fat engorged nipples, nipped at your earlobe and sucked bruises to your collarbone. The feelings were starting to overwhelm you, the spring in your gut getting tighter and tighter.

“Let go, Pup. Be a good puppy for me and Mommy. You deserve it. That’s it, that’s it.”

The spring unravelled at high speed, your hips jerking, clit throbbing, cunt gushing, as you cried out. You collapsed forward, head spinning and limbs heavy as Val and Nat ran their hands over you gently, grounding you.

“Good Puppy.” Val dropped a kiss to your nose. “But don’t go to sleep yet. I’ve got a nice fat cock for you, and Mommy is all wet and dripping because of you. You can be a good pup and clean her up can’t you?”

You lifted your head and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes, Daddy!

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[solarwonux]

Here’s where my writing will live. Enjoy.xx

(a) = angst (f) = fluff (m) = mature (s) = suggestive (h) = humor

☆ DRABBLE/PROMPT GAME ☆

☆ SEVENTEEN MASTERLIST ☆

KOFI

☆ MEMBERS ☆

☁ Seokjin/Jin ☁

☁ Yoongi/Suga ☁

     ↳ Drabble #1 (f) (s)

41.  “Dance with me.” 59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

     ↳ Drabble #2 (a) (m)

10. I still remember the way you taste.

☁ Hoseok/J-Hope ☁

     ↳ Love Letter To Miami (a)(m)(f)

Hoseok unexpectedly uprooted his life in Miami for a chance to chase his life long dream. But he sacrificed the only thing that kept him rooted…you. Now, he’s back home after six years. 

☁ Namjoon/RM ☁

     ↳ Business Proposal (m)(f)(a) - master list coming soon

Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

     ↳ In The Stars (m)(f)

Namjoon get’s his driver’s license and suddenly is full of surprises.

     ↳ Ramen? (m)(f)(h)

He read all the signs wrong, but in his defense, according to Jungkook asking someone up for ramen is basically code for sex. Right?

☁ Jimin ☁

☁ Taehyung/V ☁

    ↳ Epitaph (m) (f) (a) (ongoing)

In memory of the man Kim Taehyung used to be. Caught up and lost in a continuous cycle searching for something that was already there.

     ↳ Drabble #1 (f)

6. “Feel free to admire me.” 19.  “Give me a kiss please.”

☁ Jungkook ☁

     ↳ Sneaking Around (s)

     ↳ Drabble #1 (m)(f)

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

     ↳ Welcome To The Show (m)(f)

single!dad au, continuation of drabble #1 but can be read separately.

     ↳ Drabble #2 (m)(f)

84.  “I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.”

     ↳ Drabble #3 (m) (a) (f)

26.  “Leave. Before you regret what we have done.”

     ↳ Babymoon (f)(m)

 Jungkook decides to take you on a babymoon, hoping the time away will help ease your newfound insecurities.

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[dawn-moths]

♡ dawn-moths masterlist ♡

*below you will find links to all the fics i’ve written thus far categorized by the series and characters they belong to.

*please read responsibly and enjoy!

the case study of vanitas

♡ noe archiviste ♡

“the cold winter chill of december” series: part 1 * part 2 * part 3

“moulding perfectly into each other’s arms” prompt request

“show me you love me with the shape of your bite”

noe with courting/kissing (tea prompt request)

boku no hero academia/my hero academia

♡ dabi/touya todoroki ♡

“a storm pairs well with a cerulean gaze” series: part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6

“the silver lining” (cerulean gaze bonus one shot)

“the touch to cure all fear” (cerulean gaze drabble)

“everything’s gonna be ok” (cerulean gaze drabble)

“kissing to make them stop talking” cerulean gaze prompt request

"winner takes all" (cerulean gaze one shot)

“a kiss after a storm” cerulean gaze drabble

“all bets are off”

werewolf!dabi series: part 1 * part 2 * part 3 (COMING OCTOBER 2024!)

“brushing through the other's hair while talking & developing own terms for everything” prompt request

dabi prompt request headcanons

“seeking eye contact, recognizing their steps, etc.” prompt request

“your problem is my problem” prompt request

dabi with courting/jealousy (tea prompt request)

♡ tomura shigaraki ♡

"life is like tetris my time’s precious” series: part 1 * part 2 * part 3

“the quiet moments” (drabble)

“i need you like the air in my lungs” (drabble)

“encourage your complete cooperation” (vampire!tomura)

“scarlet & serenity” (birthday special)

putting lotion on tomura's hands drabble

"come to bed" drabble

♡ tomura & dabi ♡

“till death, what’s left” series: part 1 * part 2 * ...

dabi and tomura with showing affection/comfort (tea prompt request)

kuroshitsuji/black butler

♡ undertaker (& ron) ♡

“cause to start a vendetta” series: part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6 * part 7

“ivory for ebony, rust for gold” prologue to ctsav

“recognizing the sound of their steps” prompt request for ctsav undertaker

“watching their oblivious s/o lovingly” prompt request

"birthday wishes" (ctsav request)

"epitaph" (request)

♡ lau ♡

“in the spider’s web”

genshin impact

♡ kaeya alberich ♡

“no warmth without the cold”

sfw kaeya x reader drabble

“our love was written in the stars” (request)

♡ zhongli ♡

“silk robes & jasmine tea”

“camomile & calming waters”

♡ itto arataki ♡

“the all-consuming kind of love”

“it feels better biting down” (request)

vampire!itto (drabble)

♡ cyno ♡

nsfw cyno headcanons

♡ tartaglia/childe ♡

vampire!childe (drabble)

♡ neuvillette ♡

“turquoise & temptations”

♡ wriothesley ♡

“magic tricks”

jujutsu kaisen

♡ nanami kento ♡

“coming home early” (drabble)

“i’ll be your angel” (sd!nanami) series: part 1 * part 2

“what he does for you on your birthday” sd!nanami headcanons

"40 — love" sd!nanami one shot

♡ miscellaneous ♡

“weekend in paradise” (howl pendragon x reader one shot)

spinner as a boyfriend headcanons

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[gryffindormischief]

Prompt: Lily Evans is allergic to almost everything - pollen, dairy, chocolates, dust, gluten and so on. Most people wonder how she survives. But only one allergy really bothers her, her boyfriend allergy. She can't get close to having any boyfriends or she feels sick. Luckily James is there to help her with that last one. ;)

A/N: what will I do with these shorty drabbles??? Idk if I want to start another collection on FF and Ao3 or what....

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Lily Evans: charms expert, quidditch enthusiast, and expert allergy collector. That’s what her epitaph will read. Because those seem destined to be her three most obvious and memorable traits. Her red hair might have worked it’s way in if she hadn’t turned 16 and suddenly turned into one giant rash.

The Evans family has a history of hay fever style reactions. It’s expected, usual.

When Lily turned 9 and discovered looking at a peanut made her tongue swell up, it was a disappointment but doable.

She turned 16 and her love affair with dairy products was brought to an untimely end involving a whirlwind romance with the toilet at Frannie's - Cokeworth's favorite summertime ice cream parlor. That was the summer of her marathon of new allergies.

Including, apparently, her ability to flirt. She'd never been 'a flirt' per se, but she could throw around hair tosses and sly winks when needed. Which ironically, was not that often, but then suddenly, January of 6th year, Lily completely lost her wits around the opposite sex.

Not universally. Sirius could still be spotted slinking away, tail between his legs after a particularly vivacious tete-a-tete. Lily and Remus often spent their hours patrolling with bellies sore from laughter.

But throw Lily in a room with James Potter, and suddenly her retorts dry on her tongue. Her quirked brows stutter and droop into a confused scowl. Her cheeky grins become simple half grimaces.

And then James makes a face like a confused puppy and her stomach does somersaults. It's all quite discomfiting and reminiscent of her most recent foray into the loo at Frannie's.

"Alright, Evans?"

Lily clears her throat, though her irritation still has her response sounding more like a growl than anything. "Sure."

James ruffles his hair and drops his gaze. "So, Remus told me about the whole milk thing."

Lily's mind blanks for a moment at that, as she wonders whether Remus really hates her enough to tell tales about her summer of vomit. But she manages to recover somewhat. "Er - yeah?"

Somewhat.

"Well. I know how much you love shortbread."

Something of that usual spark reignites. "Do you?"

A blush rises on his cheeks as he shoves his glasses up in an uncharacteristically clumsy gesture. "You know Evans, normally when someone does something kind the recipient doesn't tease mercilessly."

"We've never been usual, eh Potter?" Lily asks with a grin.

A grin that quickly falters when James brings a tin from behind his back. "Well I figured they can be done without dairy so I tried it out - might be shit but it's worth a try right?"

She breathes out his name in a whisper.

He's still orating, outlining the process of trial and error over Christmas hols with his mother, when she just can't take it anymore, allergies to James Potter be damned.

It doesn't take much to close the distance between them, to press her lips to his, to feel his flailing hand wrap around her waist while the other begins to release the biscuit tin.

Lily pulls away with a gasp. "Oh no you don't - can't toss that about. Precious cargo."

"Biscuits get me a snog," James muses, as Lily grabs the tin in both hands, "That's a rewards system I can get behind."

"Well I haven't tried them yet - wait around and see what happens if they aren't shit."

#blarg writes things #blarg writes jily #jily #jily fic #James Potter x lily evans #Tumblr drabbles #Tumblr drabble #James potter #lily evans

[samsexualdeancurious]

In the Shadow of a Church

Pairing: None

Words: 745

Summary: Sam likes graveyards.

Warnings: 15x20 Spoilers, Canonical MCD

A/N: This is the first fic in a whole collection I will be writing for @spnovember. They will post at 6pm my time. Also, not all of these will be this long, seeing as I'm trying to write 30 fics in addition to the usual stuff. So. Be prepared for a lot of drabbles, lol. Also also, I left Dean's death date blank bc. Well. We don't KNOW what it is, so use your imagination!

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Sam has always been fascinated by graveyards.

He picks his way along the leaf strewn path of this one, the shadow of the church blocking out any warmth the sun could provide to the chilly autumn air. His backpack hangs from one shoulder. He told Dean he was going to the library and he is. He’s just… taking a detour.

Sam’s eyes skip from one stone to the next, taking in names and numbers and mentally keeping track of them. They’re not in any particular order but he’s gotten pretty good at this.

1825, 1843, 1812…

Leaves crunch under his sneakers as he nears the back corner of the graveyard. The numbers are getting lower, which means he’s getting close.

1806, 1806, 1804…

1802.

Sam stops in front of the stone and crouches to examine it. The numbers are barely visible through the grime of the years. He pulls his sleeve down over his hand and rubs until he can read the name.

Paulette Michel.

French, which makes sense for this area of Ohio. Sam traces the letters of her name with his fingertips and wonders who she was. She was fifty when she died, just a year before Ohio was made a state. He sits back and examines the stone beside hers. Abraham Michel. Her husband? Her brother? It doesn’t say, so probably a brother.

“Sammy?”

Sam’s head snaps up at the sound of his own brother’s call. He can see Dean standing at the base of the library steps across the street. Shit.

“Sam!”

Dean’s pulling out all the stops now, digging deep in his chest to make the word carry, and Sam is on his feet before Dean can yell again.

“Over here!”

Dean meets him at the low fence surrounding the graveyard, grumbling and scolding before Sam’s even reached him. Sam can hear the undertone of relief in his brother’s voice and he allows himself to be tucked against Dean’s side, nodding and murmuring his apologies. After a few blocks, though, Dean sighs and ruffles Sam’s hair.

“What year?” Dean asks.

Sam grins.

--

The habit continues as Sam gets older. After someone tells him that the last time a person dies is when their name is forgotten, he starts writing down the names. Birth dates, locations, death dates, epitaphs, even the occasional sketch of a stone. Maybe he’ll be enough to keep them alive, in some way?

The first time he loses one of these journals in the rush to pack up and leave town, he hides his tears in the worn out backseat blanket and stares out the window at the dark countryside passing by. He learned at an early age that things are just that - things. John wouldn’t turn around for the beloved stuffed giraffe that lay forgotten on a shitty motel couch. He won’t turn around for a book of dead people’s names.

That doesn’t stop Sam, though. He finds a new notebook, a nice faux leather one from the clearance section at Walmart, and starts over and this time, he’s extra careful to hang on to it. It comes with him from town to town, motel to motel, and, eventually, to Stanford.

Palo Alto has three graveyards for Sam to work his way through in his free time between classes and studying. He takes his time with each, even doing a little digging on the names. Even after he’s found the oldest stone in them, though, he continues to visit. Brady teases him for it and Jess, when she comes along, thinks it’s strange but she still drives Sam to the graveyard and walks with him while he tells her the stories of the people he’s learned about.

After she dies, he doesn’t visit a graveyard for a year unless it’s for a hunt and he doesn’t look for the oldest grave in any of them until Dean sets down his camping lantern beside the wall of an ancient church, points at Sam with his shovel, and says “Find me the oldest one.”

He picks up the habit again after that and he doesn’t stop until he starts his own graveyard, burying a dark wood box in the shadow of a church built to the knowledge of the supernatural world. His cheeks end up streaked with mud when he wipes at his cheeks with dirty hands and pats down the soil over what remains of his big brother.

Dean Winchester

January 24, 1973 - _____ __, 2021

Brother

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[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, June 27

Buffy: ...so then Kathy's like, 'It's share time.' And I'm like, 'Oh yeah? Share this!' Oz: So, either you hit her, or you did your wacky mime routine for her. Buffy: Well, I didn't do either, actually. But she deserves it, don't you think? Oz: Nobody deserves a mime, Buffy. Buffy: Hmm, Kathy does. She deserves to be locked in an invisible box and blown away by an imaginary wind and... and... Oz: Forced to wear a binding unitard? Buffy: Yeah, the itchy kind, it's perfect.

~~Buffy Episode #58: "Living Conditions"~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor! Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Friends to lovers (Spike/Xander, M) by RebeccaHaskell

It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (Spike/Drusilla, T) by Unlucky_Pen

Five String Serenade (Giles/reader, unrated) by prose-for-hire

Dreamscapes (Spike/reader, unrated) by way2geeky

Death's Champions Ch. 25 (Faith, E, Harry Potter xover) by Khatix

[Chaptered Fiction]

Initiative Soldiers Suck Ch. 1-11/22 (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Orvieto Ch. 15/15 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Sppike, M) by TuesdayGirl

Fathers And Daughters Ch. 7 (Ensemble, M) by ttfan111robstar1

Forward to Time Past Ch, 60/67 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Superfluous_Wit (Unbridled_Brunette)

The Other Side of Paradise Ch. 3 (Xander/Graham, E) by v_o_x

Xander's choice Ch. 2/2 (COMPLETE) (Spike/Xander, M) by DeanWinchestersDreamGirl

The Suite Ch. 10 (Buffy/Spike, E) by hulettwyo

Heaven's Help Ch. 13/13 (COMPLETE) (Ensemble, T) by IAmMattis

A Joint Investigation Ch. 5/7 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Priceless

Found Ch. 10 (Buffy/Tara, T) by Stranger_In_Town

Ties to the World Ch. 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by TheDanishBird

Reborn Ch. 5 (Spike/Angel, M) by MadeInGold

Epitaph Ch. 5 (Buffy/Giles, G) by thisismyplayground

Who Wants to Live Forever? Ch. 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by A_World_Without_Shrimp

So Court Me Maybe Ch. 11/11 (COMPLETE) (Buffy/Spike, E) by cosplayermadness

Fathers Ch. 22 (Buffy/Faith, M) by Forgotten Conscience

A Scream of Pain Ch. 7 (Xander, G) by Jennifer Schumacher

Buffy Summers: Was Not The Vampire Slayer? Ch. 26 (Buffy, T) by LadyJDee

Five Dollars, Same As In Town Ch 1 (Faith, T) by michael t

Inner Demon = Literal Cat, Chapter 22-23 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Desicat

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 23 (Buffy/Spike, G) by the_big_bad

You Drive Me Out Of My Mind, Chapter 30 (Buffy/Spike, M) by Geliot99

Dusk Rising, Chapter 14-15 (Buffy/Spike, E) by HappyWhenItRains

Aspectus, Chapter 26 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Kirinin

Cause I'm Beggin', Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Ifeelittoo21

Fireflite, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Dynamite

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[Fandom Discussions]

Xander|Valichar Relationships by madimpossibledreamer

question meme: a favorite moment for your ship by snickfic

Oz and Buffy as a pairing? by spangelmybeloved

where do you stand on the giles/buffy pairing? by spangelmybeloved

I hate the “Gunn’s always angry” thing at the start of season 4 by titsgirlbuffy, faithlesbian

for the ship game,, how do u feel abt oz/angel? by spangelmybeloved

For your ship ask: Spike/Xander? Willow/Angel? by spangelmybeloved

angel/cordelia/doyle by spangelmybeloved

so i’ve noticed in btvs and angel a common thing that’ll come up is switching bodies or something very similar by iateabunchofsmartiesandnowimdumb

Lowkey kind of wanted to see Band Candy’s Ripper with a gaggle of girls by angelique-of-the-volturi-guard

i know there’s places to go to ask for/search fo everlark fics, but does anyone know of one for spuffy fics? by iamnotathornbird

thinking about the difference by torvagatai

Using a beloved anti-hero/fictional serial killer - Dexter to illustrate a point about buffy by raisedbythetv89

I would unironically watch a spin off of Willow and Spike. by hermyohkneegranger

Buffy Summer’s MBTI Type, Big Three and Enneagram Type by disneymbti

Listen I know that there’s debate over whether Angel and Angelus are the same person by spangelmybeloved

Season 5 Feeling / Reuse of Actors by Librarian83

This or That by Multiple Authors

What do you think would have happened in Buffy if Angel never left? by

After The Wish... by ErrForceOnes

Unpopular opinion, Xander was right not wanting to recurse Angel but for the wrong reason. by Fancy_Boysenberry_55

If you knew in advance of Ethans halloween spell, who would you dress as? by LarinaRichards

Controversial opinion: Zander doesn’t deserve to be called the “one who sees everything” by Grimmthekitty

First time watchers, how shook were you guys at this scene? by TWDFAN35

Theory about AtS Season 4 (Connor) by RobertoStrife

Dead Man’s Party: spare a thought for Pat! by mazmataz

What does Buffy's sexy Spike-Katrina-dream in s6e13 mean? by UpstairsReasonable71

Tabula Rasa foreshadowing the season 6 finale by virgowitchxx

You weren't gonna say that name! by ZealousidealSet1198

A question about the last episode. by Ecstatic_Crazy6817

When rewatching Buffy, do you watch all episodes or skip some? by Odd_Cat7307

How much money did Giles give Buffy? by wallstreetliam

Bargaining Pt. 1 by Emrys_Morgan

Conversations with Dead People by MarudePoufte

As long as I live, I will never understand... by SorchasGarden

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