#plus a little drabble

[corruptedmaia]

After reuniting with Kerry, Johnny looked the happiest V had ever seen him. She’d felt Johnny’s joy whilst he’d been in control, but seeing him in his own form consolidated how great her tapeworm was feeling.

He was sitting on the back of Kerry’s couch and V imagined the aforementioned rockstar would have berated Johnny for sitting like that if he could see him. V was glad that Kerry couldn’t see her tapeworm though…

Johnny deserved this simple moment of pure happiness after all they’d been through.

#cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #virtual photography #ps4 screenshots #plus a little drabble #could be a SilverV drabble #could also be platonic #kerry eurodyne #samurai

[drewharrisonwriter]

Hi so i'm very curious how do you think hank's family took the news of them finally getting together as a couple??

Ohhhh this is a good one!!!

Consider this a drabble for Donor. This scenario most certainly happened after the spicy events of Part 3. LOL

Henry's family greeted the news of your relationship with a chorus of laughter and cheers, his brothers joining in with their trademark lively banter. 

"Finally!" they exclaimed in unison, raising their glasses in mock celebration during a raucous moment at their father's birthday party a couple of months later.

Charlie leaned over to his older sibling, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Mate, we were beginning to wonder if you'd ever come to your senses."

Henry rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, his lips curving into a playful smile. "Oh please, like any of you have room to talk. Charlie, you once dated a professional cheese taster!"

Charlie chuckled, not denying the accusation. "Hey, you can't put a price on good taste."

"And I suppose a knack for cheese critiques runs in the family, huh?" you chimed in, your tone playfully teasing.

Laughter erupted around the table, and Henry's other brothers, Piers, Niki, and Simon, joined in. "Well, if that's the case, I guess I should consider myself lucky that my last girlfriend was a pastry chef!" Simon quipped.

Henry shook his head in mock exasperation, his laughter blending with the others. "You lot are ridiculous. But yes, it took us a while to figure things out."

His mother, having overheard the exchange, leaned in with a knowing smile. "Oh, Hank, don't act like you weren't always smitten with Y/N. We could all see it."

Henry's cheeks flushed slightly, and he shot you an affectionate look. "Well, I can't argue with that."

"You two do look quite cozy together," his father added with a wink. "And if my old eyes aren't failing me, I'd say there's something more than friendship there."

Piers, the eldest of the bunch, raised his glass. "To Hank and Y/N – the slowest burn in history!"

“Twenty-fucking years in the making!” Niki added.

Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, and you shared a glance with Henry, your heart warmed by the camaraderie of his family. It was clear that their easy banter and teasing were all signs of their genuine happiness for the two of you.

Hope you liked it!!!

If you want me to write more drabbles about Hank and Darling bestie, let me know! 😉

Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3

#Henry Cavill #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x little!reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill x pregnant reader #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x short!reader #henry cavill x wife!reader #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #henrycavilledit #hcavilledit #Henry Cavill drabble

[plussizefantasia]

Little Stinker

Flufftober Day 30: Pumpkin Carving

Steve Rogers x f!mom!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

AN: This is a continuation of Day 21's Story: Good Punkins. Steve and Little Dude have my whole heart I stg. I can't believe that we only have one more day! This was such a fun experience and I think I'm a much better writer than I was when I started. Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated. I'll see y'all tomorrow for the last day of Flufftober!

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Your little family had gone to the pumpkin patch on Saturday, little dude had been so tired that he passed out in his car seat on the way home and didn’t even stir when you lifted him out of his car seat and into the house.

However, in all of his five and half years on this planet, Caleb James has never slept past 7:00 am. That is why you were not at all surprised when the door to yours and Steve’s shared bedroom creaked open at about 7:05.

“Momma.” Caleb had whispered. Trying to climb up onto the very tall bed that you and your husband shared. “Momma gotta get up. Gotta put faces on our punkins.” 

“CJ, it’s too early to carve our pumpkins. We can do that in the afternoon, okay baby?” You pulled him up from his armpits and swung him over your body. Landing him in the space between you and Steve. “Plus, Mommy needs her cuddles. Can I have some cuddles, baby boy?” 

“Course Momma, I loves your cuddles.”

“And I love yours, baby.” 

“Do I get some cuddles too?” Steve’s sleep-coated voice rasped from beside you. His large arm curled around your waist and pulled both you and Caleb into his chest. His other arm came around from his side and trapped you and the little man in a bear hug.

“Daddy!” Caleb giggled. “You’re squeezing me!”

“Am I?” Steve asked. Squeezing the two of us a little tighter.

“Yeah, Daddy you’re squeezing too tight!” Caleb fought to say in between his giggles. Steve loosened his arms just a little bit, still holding firmly but allowing some space. 

“Cuddles for a little bit then I’ll make breakfast and we can talk about what to do with the pumpkins okay?” You asked your boys.

“Otay Momma,” Caleb said as he snuggled deeper into your chest. Slow mornings like this were your favorite. Just being able to exist with the people you love most in the world made everything worth it.

Your family sat in bed for another hour or two, Caleb drifted in and out of sleep and you and Steve just watched each other and your baby in content silence. 

Eventually, your husband's super metabolism caught up to him, and his stomach started to growl. He looked sheepish and a little bit upset that he had ruined the moment. You just laughed and kissed his forehead and your son’s before slipping out of bed and making your way downstairs to start breakfast.

If there was one thing Caleb had inherited from his father it was his appetite. Your boys would go through mountains of food if they could. For this breakfast, you made pancakes, some with chocolate chips for Caleb and some with banana slices for Steve. You cooked some scrambled eggs and fried up some sausage and bacon. You cut and peeled fruit to make a fruit salad, juiced oranges, and set the table. By the time you were done, your kitchen looked like a photoshoot for a cookbook. 

All that food only lasted your boys about thirty minutes though, before the table was cleared and Steve was up and cleaning the dishes and countertops.

“Can we put faces on our punkins now Momma?” Caleb had asked. 

“Sure baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get dressed while Daddy and I bring in the pumpkins from the car?” You had barely finished your question before your little man was racing up the stairs toward his room to get himself ready for the day.

You laughed and finished the last bit of the coffee left in your mug before you slipped on some shoes and made your way out to your car. You grabbed a pumpkin under each arm and started heading back inside. Before you made it more than three steps your show-off husband had taken them out of your arms and back inside.

It seemed like Steve wouldn’t let you lift any pumpkins this year, even if it was just from your car to your house. 

You had begun to get the kitchen table all set up for carving pumpkins. You covered the table in newspaper and grabbed three mixing bowls from your cabinets. You grabbed Sharpies and tape, some paper to draw on, and all the different kinds of knives that you’d need. 

By the time everything was set up, Caleb was making his way downstairs, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.

“It’s punkin time Momma!” He yelled.

“Yeah baby, time to carve our pumpkins.” Three pumpkins were sitting on the kitchen table. Two of them were pretty large, with one flater side perfect for carving. Those were the ones Caleb had picked for you and Steve. His own was slightly smaller but taller rather than wider. 

“What do you want to carve on your pumpkin little man?” You asked Caleb after helping him up onto the chair, making sure that he was okay to stand and wouldn’t fall.

“Uncle Tony!” 

“You want to carve Uncle Tony’s face on your pumpkin?”

“No Momma, not his face. His mask, the one on the suit.”

“You want to carve the Iron Man face baby?” 

“Yeah Momma, and you can carve Auntie Nat’s widow and Daddy can carve his shield!’

“You want us to have Avenger pumpkins buddy?” Steve asked. “I thought you wanted faces?”

“Mine will have a face. Uncle Tony’s mask has a face.”

He had a point. “Okay little man, let's look at how to draw Uncle Tony’s mask.”

Twenty minutes later, Steve had finished sketching each design on your pumpkin, you had forgone doing Nat’s symbol for doing an actual spider. You’d made sure to include the signature hourglass shape on the back of the sider though, just to keep on theme.

Steve had grumbled the whole time he was drawing Tony’s mask. “He’s my kid?” “Why does he want Tony’s mask?” “My shield is so cool.” All muttered under his breath.

“Steve honey, to Caleb you’re just dad. You’re not Captain America, the first super soldier. You're the man who makes dinner and takes him to the park. He thinks Tony’s mask is cool, sure. But he loves you.”

“How do you always have the right words?” Steve asked you, sharpie still gripped in his hands.

“You have your powers I have mine.” You teased, kissing him chastely. 

“Momma help.” Caleb had called out from the kitchen table.

“What do you need help with baby,?” You moved across the room towards him.

“Can you cut the top open so I can get the guts out?’ he asked.

“Absolutely buddy, I’ll cut off the top and then you can use your spoon to get in here okay?” You grabbed the serrated knife from the table. You began to see at the top of the pumpkin, making sure to keep it as neat as you could. So that the lid could be put back on when you brought them back outside.

Steve stood back and watched you help Caleb with his pumpkin. Overwhelmed with love, he took out his phone and sent a picture to the group chat. 

Avengers-themed pumpkins, courtesy of little dude. The text message read.

He snapped a few more photos of you with your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth like it usually did when you were focused. You finished cutting the top off of Caleb’s pumpkin and started on yours. Eventually moving on to Steve’s as well. 

Steve and Caleb were on scooping duty, given that you absolutely couldn’t stand pumpkin insides. They smelled and looked horrible and you just couldn’t deal with them. While the boys were scooping, you were warming up some apple cider that you had bought at the farm yesterday along with the pumpkins. You weren’t expecting to be ambushed by your husband when you returned to the table though.

Steve held in his hands a spoon piled high with pumpkin insides. He and Caleb were both giggling like children and Steve counted down from three before chasing you with the spoon.

You shrieked and ran away, hearing the cackling of your little boy from somewhere behind you. “Steve!” You ducked and dodged. “Steven Grant! I swear to all that is holy.” He continued to chase him, laughing along with Caleb who was still perched on his chair at the dining table. You managed to circle Steve and dashed towards your son. 

You grabbed onto Caleb and held him in front of you like a human shield. “What’s your move, Rogers.” You raised your eyebrow at your husband. “Drop the spoon and nobody gets hurt.” You pulled Caleb closer to you. 

"You wouldn’t dare.” Was Steve’s response, matching your raised eyebrow. 

“Watch me.” In one fell swoop, you dropped your hands to Caleb’s sides and started tickling the little boy. His laugh increased in pitch and he started trying to wriggle out of your hold.

"It’s up to you Honey, I don’t know how much longer he can last.” You laughed and continued to tickle your little boy, making sure that he was still having fun at the same time.

“You’re an evil woman you know that?” Steve asked you before theatrically placing the spoon down on the table. You stopped ticking Caleb as soon as the spoon was down and both you and Steve chuckled to yourself as his giggles died down and he tried to catch his breath.

“That was funny Momma.” He told you.

“What was funny, Daddy chasing me with yucky pumpkin guts or all the tickles?"

“Both.” 

“Oh yeah?” You blew a raspberry on the side of his cheek. “You’re a little stinker.”

“The stinkiest” Steve agreed.

Caleb began to laugh once again and you and Steve followed suit.

Moments like this made all of it worth it. Steve's mind echoed your thoughts from that morning. Having both you and Caleb was like a dream come true. He would do it all over again if it meant that he would have you. That much he was sure of. Even if his son wanted a Tony Stark pumpkin for Halloween.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #plus size!reader #x reader #fluff #fanfic #plus size reader #marvel fanfiction #flufftober #Steve and Little Dude #drabble #mom!reader #captain america #captain america fanfiction

[0anonnymouslyours0]

eddie "the freak" munson / joseph quinn:

🌶️ = smutty (18+)

🎀 = fluffy (maybe a lil kissing so 13+)

⭐= favs / most popular

imagines:

brat - 🌶️

you are perfect - 🌶️⭐

boat trip (joseph quinn) - 🌶️

trailer (joseph quinn) - 🌶️⭐

last night you were dreaming. -🎀

corruption - 🌶️

corruption 2 - 🌶️

tease - steddie - 🌶️

drabbles:

smoking spot - 🎀

shifted

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x little!reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #rockstar eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn stranger things #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson masterlist

[fbfh]

i found your blog and im absolutely OBSESSED with it. if you’d be willing, could you write something with billy and a plus sized fem reader? with a lot of praise? 🥹

HSKNFKSD THANK YOU BABES IM OBSESSED WITH YOU TOO!!!! <333 HELL YEAH HELL YEAH!!!!!

Billy loves plus sized hotties like yourself, like he literally adores you. He doesn't think he's ever seen anyone as alluring as you are. Setting aside your dazzling and deeply compassionate personality and how much of a comfort you've become to him, even setting aside his trust in you, growing every day that you're there for him, that you foster as tenderly as you would a baby bird, you are hands down the hottest person he’s ever fucking seen. When he takes you out to parties, he watches you cheer him on when he does his infamous keg stands. He also watches the glares you get from the girls lingering near by. Jealousy evident on their faces that you're the one Billy looks at like that, the one he kisses so deeply and hungrily, the one he can't keep his hands off of, and he really can't keep his hands off you.

You're both well aware of this, and he's not shy at all about expressing it. He tells you all the time exactly what he thinks about you. He'll be kissing you deeply, angling his jaw to get his tongue even deeper into your mouth while he feels you up, panting in anticipation as he caresses and gropes your soft curves.

"So fuckin' sexy..." he mutters against your lips, and you know he means it.

And oh my god when things escalate???? He absolutely makes you wear his necklace, loving the way it looks settled against your soft chest. That alone drives him fucking crazy, much less when you wrap your legs around him and pull his hair and whine against his mouth????? He could cum on the spot just from that alone. And he really can't shut up then either. If his tongue isn't actively in your mouth (or somewhere else) he's watching your pupils dilate at the never ending praise tumbling from his lips.

"Look so pretty like this, so gorgeous all fucked out for me..."

"You gonna be good for Billy? Gonna take what I give you, huh?"

"Just like that, dollface, so pretty when you listen..."

There's a certain thrill, a warmth that stirs in his chest and a fire in his stomach from grabbing your soft cheeks and making you look at him while he fucks you stupid, praising you for every moan, every noise, every yes daddy, no daddy, all yours, just for you Billy. Because you're his sweet precious baby doll, and he'll tell you over and over, just to make sure you really know.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things drabbles stranger things smut #billy hargrove #billy hargrove drabbles #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x plus size reader #plus size reader #tw smut #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #also i don't have a lot of experience writing plus size readers so let me know what you think!!! and if you have any tips or criticism /pos #i ran out of room but i was gonna say constructive criticism yk #anyway yeah you’re so cute and hot it makes him a little hard #or a lot #mans genuinely can't get enough of you

[mo-ok]

Ive drawn every day this week 👌👌👌 please enjoy the unnecessary amount of Go On RPM content (I cannot be stopped)

#please also enjoy the inconstant level of writing/details on the jackets <3 #engine sentai go onger #go onger #power rangers #rpm #maybe one day i'll write some drabbles to go along with these #but something about sharing written stuff feels a lot more daunting than sharing art soooooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #you know... for someone with a wolf zord dillon has real big smug cat energy #'lone wolf' my ass this boy is pushing shit off of benches and then walking away like it wasnt him #blue bus boys are back in town this time ft. ur boy speeeeedor #plus a lil baby doc k 😭 #side note #suit colour = eye colour is one of my favourite lil toku art things #and while purple is a solid go to for black rangers (and works well for dillon) #i like the idea of gunpei's being orange for ya boy carrigator #sentai/pr has such little orange representation and it makes me so sad its literally my favourite colour #2023 art tag #go on rpm

[the-last-quest]

Mangey tumbled into the ground, yelping as he rolled onto the grass of the Boscage. While he was getting better at flying his landings still needed some work.

Rubbing his head he looked around to determine his surroundings. It was a shadier area of the Boscage which was the reason why he stopped his flight, not wanting to fly blind.

He hadn’t flown far from the rest of his friends so he wasn’t too worried about finding his way back to them. Even then if he was gone for too long there was no doubt they would come find him.

So for now he wandered around the area he landed in. These parts of the Boscage were his favorite even though they didn’t venture in these areas often, a small remnant of when Thorn was against them, the trees denser, with very little light getting through.

This is what Mangey loved about it. Above in the treetop village there wasn’t any good way to take a break from the relentless sun, venturing down with the risk of being hit back up or just bearing it out until the sun went down. The one thing he hated almost as much as his hunger during that time was the heat from the sun or even the burns he got from constant exposure.

Down here though it was cool. The shade combined with a light breeze gave Mangey a sense of calmness as he walked through the trees.

Each step he took reminded him that he was no longer in the treetops. He had the solid ground under his feet, if he made the slightest misstep he wouldn’t be plummeting to certain doom, he’d only get a light scrape on his knee. He no longer had to worry about rationing only two berries amongst five people, having just shared a meal with his friends before this little adventure.

He couldn’t help the yawn that bubbled up from his chest. Glancing up through one of the few openings in the leaves he saw that the sun was just barely reaching its highest point. He shrugged to himself as he settled down on a soft patch of grass, he’s sure the others wouldn't get mad at him for this, especially since it was so nice out.

Stomach full, shaded from the harsh sun, and with the solid ground underneath him Mangey curled into himself ready to take one of the best naps of his life.

#just a quick writing #I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone talk about it but magey would have so many issues other than food after all that #like not only did they have little sun protection but they had little protection from like any weather at all #idk just thinking about it #plus that whole time he didn’t know how to fly yet #imagine how scary it would be if you accidentally tripped #mangey tails #sonic prime mangey #sonic prime #mangey the fox #mangey sonic prime #sonic prime fanfic #short drabble #short fanfic #sonic the hedgehog #the sillies

[wintaerbaer]

brain doesn't wanna write twds 6 but it DOES wanna write twds 7. so.

#on the plus side that'll be less time between chapters if i do 7 first #maybe i'll do an ask game again soon #that was fun last time #also have a little e2? hobi drabble dropping tomorrow :) #writing update

[philialdevotion]

Phila and L'Arachel have attained support level C!

#in character: there is work to be done #drabble: why must i linger...? #support: phila l'arachel / two of them #((hey. hi.)) #((cause i think the only way Phila's bday is getting spread is thru L'Arachel)) #((god's favourite plot device)) #((and elf doing supports between their roster inspired me I really wanted to explore these two someway)) #((Plus including phila in supports heals me. just a little)) #((happy bday phila u grumpyguts! for a present u get to be compressed and blurry to be the same size as l'ara <3)) #((Why. Why is the C so tiny on my theme :sob: ohw ell))

[mane--attraction]

“Please don’t kill me!”

“Kill you?" Murdock chuckles. "I’d much rather fuck you.”

You gulp and glance to his knife, then back to him. You’re not sure if this revelation is worse or not. “K-killers like you aren’t exactly known for their self-control.”

“You’re right, they’re not.” You wish you could see his eyes, just so you could understand what the hell he’s thinking. “But I have an immense amount of self-control. I just…let loose sometimes.”

You think back to the stains. “Let loose” is an understatement.

#lemonish #drabble #this might become a part of something larger or it might stay a snippet #who knows not me #murdock x reader #gender neutral reader #murderplier x reader #x reader #also yes....let loose #mayhaps you can help him out a little hm?~ #decided to release this so i have content cuz i might make an update post soon and i need this plus something else before then

[secret-smut-sideblog]

"Hazel.."

He glanced up from the book propped on his thigh.

"Hazel what, dear?" Pushed the curtain of her hair over her shoulder, her pulse a tranquil drum against his chest.

She leaned back to look at him, nestled between his legs. Her back the most divine furnace against him. "Your eyes," Hers crinkling up at the edges, the sweetest smile. "I think they were hazel.."

Warm finger gently tracing the ever present crease between his brows.

"Maybe so," He smiled, leaving a nuzzling kiss where her neck met shoulder. "Though they could never hold a candle to yours, sweet girl."

~

#just a little drabble. as a treat! #astarion x plus sized tav

[arcxnumvitae]

“Come on, surely your taste buds aren’t that weak!” The answer was obvious enough by how red Xiaodan’s face had turned with every bite of the fuqi feipian. He looked on the verge of passing out but Zhaohui couldn’t help but tease a little more. “Maybe if you take another bite the pain will finally be numbed.” To rub it in the younger’s face, Zhaohui took another bite of his meat.

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and, seemingly determining that his pride wasn’t worth his health, Xiaodan pushed his bowl away with an angry hiss. “It doesn’t make sense for food to be that spicy! How can anyone enjoy something when it hurts too much to eat!”

A clink of chopsticks against another porcelain bowl drew both of the dragons’ attention to find Minglian seated and calmly eating her own portion. Noticing the pair of eyes on her, the hand holding her chopsticks froze midair, a piece of beef nearly at her lips. “What? Did I do something?”

“Oh, Xiao-Xiao, outdone by the youngest one?” He whistled lowly. “How embarrassing.”

That’s it, he’s leaving.

#{Xiaodan Drabble #{Minglian Drabble #{Zhaohui Drabble #okay I lied I did almost go with this decidedly more lighthearted one #after I came across a headcanon post while figuring out what I wanted to write #Zhaohui ended up settling in the Sichuan region (it's where he first took refuge and he just never left) so he developed a taste for spicy #plus he likes Sichuan cuisine in general #and something something masochist something something #Xiaodan is weak and Baby #and Minglian... #Minglian can outspicy everyone but Zhaohui #they all find that a little frightening

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

Kind of personal but decided to share:

I, as many other people, have instagram. Instagram has a function that tells you that someone you follows liked a particular post. You can see that they did even if you’re not searched.

That particular function has stopped me from liking a ton of queer art (specifically caitvi fanart) because I am not out to 99.9% of the people in my life, including my family.

So if I ever scroll by something and smile, I can’t leave a like because I’m scared that somehow it’ll get on someone else’ dash and I’ll be outing myself.

Why am I telling you this? Well, so many artists I’ve been keeping up with on Instagram and who are also active on Twitter have moved here! And now I can finally like all the super queer stuff freely without being scared of lurking eyes.

#caitvi #arcane #little personal drabble #I know you didn’t ask but like 🤷🏾‍♀️ #this was on my drafts for a minute but like now you have it #plus yk religious guilt and growing up that way #put that’s a topic for another time ig 🤷🏾‍♀️ #*post this and sprints away*

[orcelito]

Oh

It could be a thing on the senses. Oh man

#speculation nation #not just sound. i could do the other senses too #I HAAAAAAAVE AN IDEAAAAA #sound and sight and smell and taste and touch. all the ways vash's senses work Differently #maybe i could do a chapter for each. just putting down ideas. oooo this could be fun. #me: i CANNOT write anything for a thing i havent finished yet. come back later. #me 30 mins later: ... but what if i did little drabbles exploring vash's inhumanity? just for the fun of it? #listen i dont need to know the plot of trimax to have headcanons about how vash works #ive read enough to get an idea of it. plus stampede. it'd be a mix of it all probably #hmmhmhmhm im rly happy to have come up with an idea actually #my brain is happiest when it has an outlet

[michaelwatt]

I have a long work week ahead of me, so I think imma write some of the fics I've had planned in my downtime. Especially since I can sense a little drawing burnout coming and need to take a wee break.

But since I have so so many ideas, I'mma add them to a spinny wheel and have it select for me. So I'mma try making it a little challenge for myself. May not post them, but at least write them and finish them. And then have my friend beta them and post on my off days.

#the idea is while taking a break with doodles #i write #and i have like soft ideas #and some pwp ideas #ficlets to drabbles to 5k+ ideas #i just wna add to my fave pairings and pairings that get little to no love #pops fingers #we gna do this #also some of the pairings that rly shouldnt end up romantically together? #guess what they are #coughs this is abt the ed/daffs #bc i was just gna have them fuck #but i thought of a 5 times plus 1 time fic #and i always end up having my pairs fall for each other #its inevitable hfjdjdj #beau/lyn speaks

[gazelessmenagerie]

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His head weighed heavily upon the tormented surface of the pillow, dry eyes creaking open just slightly for irritation to nag for the open air hitting upon the sclera. Dry groans snorted in ire, stiffly pushing himself off the soft surface and examine his side..

No surprise was to be had to see the gnarled branch still firmly speared into his side, the flesh surrounding, however, festered from being unattended for however long he’s spent laying in a tormented slumber. Inflammation and swelling stared angrily back at him, nerves relaying throbbing pain with the attempt to sit upwards before an abrupt spike drilled straight to his brain with the compression of torn flesh and muscle. Several sharp hisses hotly snarled between clenched teeth, filtering the air in shallow breaths as a fumbling mind took time to awaken while pondering what to do from here.

Dragging a hand down his face, multiple iterations of swears left his tongue upon the notion there would be no other way to handle this easily. This backwater world had medicines but nothing that he was familiar with than distinct smelling applications and what bits and pieces he gleaned during his small excursions into the cities and towns to amuse himself.

What he wouldn’t give just to drag himself into a healing tank and be done with it..

Shaking his head, another glance to the redness of the furious wound earned nothing short of a scornful glare before the Brute staggered his way to the edge of his bed and slowly levitated off in a hover over the floor. Better to not aggravate anything if he could help it and limping around with his injured leg was pathetic. Sluggishly, he made his way towards one of the rooms carved by his own hand, being mindful to avoid overexertion while he rummaged through and popped off various containers to have a small whiff and decide if it was what he was looking for or not. Muttering to himself, there wasn’t much else to dwell on as he gathered materials after he found the distinct scents and took them with him to other parts of his lair. The last stop had been to a private stash of bright red apples, earning a snurl of his lip before he took a decent portion of them and retreated back to his bed chamber and braced himself for what needed to be done..

.. It’s been so long..

   ..Far too long since he had to tend to himself like this during his childhood..

Granted, it never got to this level of grievous damage but even then he had his father around. A quiet growl exhaled softly from nostrils, finding a comfortable spot and position as he leaned his head back and reflected on faint memories. The time he had an arrow in his leg faded into focus, painful but how it was handled became his guiding notion as he looked down on the impaled wood.

Another grit of his teeth, powerful hands took care to break off as much of the excess material as possible after an attempt to pull it out the way it came caused splinters to threaten more damage as they hooked and pierced into flesh. It was as though he were pulling an Orhnyra the wrong way and its spines flared outwards to make it nearly impossible for its predators to swallow it without choking to death. The damage it caused after being pulled back out by one of its predators grappling appendages.. frankly it was an unsavory way to die with a shredded throat while prey escaped back to its natural watery habitat.

Wincing orbs looked towards the sheen of a silvery edge, silently detesting every little thing about it. Taken from its place in what he considered to be a kitchen, it was loathingly needed to make enough of an incision as the glaring edge bit cleanly into heated, irritated flesh and spilled a new line of red. Furious, stunted yelps and abrasive growls rattled within the Brute’s maw, sharp howls tearing free with each incremental inch that was willingly cut into until he could pry the wood free and hurled it away into the darkness in a hollow clatter. Hot blood spilled down his side, fresh and bright to flush out the old blood that had been irritating prior. Perhaps some gratitude might be had that the wood hadn’t stuck itself closer to the meatier portion of his body, otherwise he might’ve had to push it through. At any rate, it took a while for the pain to subside in the face of natural painkillers swarming around at the site as large hands took well to use the materials brought in cleaning the wound and applying disinfectant.

Time became nothing more than a crucible mottled with sneering roars and plenty of new dents and clawed marks gouged into the wall of his dwelling with each agonized minute of searing, sharp, or throbbing pain. As soon as he could steady his hands, another round was taken to pull out any of the smaller bits of wood and stone still lodged into his hide, doing well to clean them before he dressed the glaring wound with clean bandages and got to work on his thigh. Much of the same had to be endured, methodically removing the offending material and flecks of stone and fragments before the wound was cleaned out thoroughly with than infernal sting of disinfectant and at last dressed cleanly enough.

Heavy breaths rapidly filtered past flared nostrils and an open mouth, wrestling with the lingering effects of searing throbs in the aftermath of the vicious ordeal. However, it had been done and now all he had to do was rest once more. 

Rest and recover.. 

                                         Hissing to himself, a hand snatched at one of the bright red demonic apples and ferociously bit into the flesh, eating it down the core even as the potent effects intoxicated him into a numb stupor upon the first bite. Pupils dilated within their onyx hued rings, the perception of his surroundings fell to haphazard images and fragments of strange and bizarre scenes playing out until he fell back to slumber.

#|| Drabble: { Broly } #//ask to tag #( no idea what to tag but I do like having some follow through on like certain events or stuff. afnlsdg ) #( again. i dont get enough times to write injury and all that. afldsjg plus it's just nice to pick out some what-ifs ) #( or vague ideas on things that could plausibly happen but im not sure where or when. ) #( I feel like he had to have been at least resourceful to an extent but once he grew into his power. he had little need bc he was one of the #( strongest things around. still is but lmfaofnldsgj blame getting his shit rocked mentally and reaped the price for what he sowed. ) #( and yes he has a stash of fucking Weed Apples. taken from the Demonic Realm and he just uses them rarely. ) #( its a surprise he didn't get addicted to them but he has used them to cause a city to go haywire and gave them to ) #( certain people bc he thought it was the funniest shit ever and it was. to him. ) #( rip mirin / goten / trunks. you were the unfortunate victims in his stupid pranks among many other people. )