#pride month drabble challenge

[autumnalwalker]

Pride Month Drabble Challenge: Day 30, Belong

Reblog of the challenge rules with links to my posts is here.

“I love you.”

“Obviously.”

“Seriously.  It’s occurred to me that I don’t say it much, and I should.”

“But you do.  A dozen times a day in a hundred different ways.  Every time you bring me coffee on a late night without my needing to ask even though you hate the smell.  Every time you ask a question when I’m on a rant about orbital mechanics instead of trying to change the topic.  Every time you make a callback in-joke that would be utterly incomprehensible to anyone else or laugh at one of mine.  Every time you accidentally lose track of what you were doing because you got caught up in watching me take care of the plants.  Every time you say I make you feel safe.”

“I… Oh… Wow…  I don’t know what to say to that.  Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.  That said, I love you too.”

“Obviously.  You just said it twice.”

“Caught that, huh?”

“Of course.  I know you.  Just like you know me.”

“Better than anyone?”

“Better than anyone.”

[papercutsunset]

10: Corona's Always Right

The premise of this one is that Winona Whatever (Darkened States) gets so weird about asexuality. I was going to change Corona's name but was convinced not to.

Word count: 1000

It’s a weird feeling: hands up her shirt and down below the equator, the pillow uncomfortable against her back— and it’s a bad one. 

“Stop. Stop, stop.” She puts a hand between the two of them and tries to sit up. “Stop.”

Corona sighs, less anger and more this shit again. She climbs off and sits on the edge of the bed.

Corona’s cool enough. She doesn’t mind that Winona’s a criminal werewolf constantly trying to do trade with people all over. Corona Spizzo is a goddamn saint in comparison— the patron saint of fencing stolen goods and making kickass pizza. 

Winona fixes her belt and makes sure everything is buttoned and zipped up— like it should be. It’s one of those moments where she just wants to rest her head in her hands and feel nothing. The LEDs blinking back at her from the wall are the only light in the room that doesn’t come from the street. 

“So.” Corona doesn’t bother putting her shirt back on. She just stares at the wall in front of her, in the same direction. “I think it warrants talking about. How long have we been seeing each other?” 

She does the math in her head. Two days after Randall bit her and made her fend off the infection on her own; the same day they stuck her on a motorcycle and told her to drive. “Two months?” 

“Right. And, in that time, how many times have we tried this?” 

“This? What do you mean?” 

“This, Winona.” She gestures between the two of them, bare chest to clothed. “To go further than just kissing?”

“Well, I— I don’t know, Corona.” 

“You don’t know what? The answer is at least six, by the way.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Let me put this a different way. Your first girlfriend— Her name was Lily, right?” 

“Is Lily, but yes.” 

“Right. Did she never try to have sex with you?” 

“I mean— We never went through with it. It was just… a possibility.” One she circumvented hid from by claiming extra hours at work or babysitting, or by coming up with other distractions. Winona’s shoulders tense again under the loose fabric of someone else’s black t-shirt. “I never… I never wanted to.” 

Understanding flashes across golden-brown eyes. “Give it to me straight, Wy. Are you asexual?” 

“I don’t know what the hell that means and I refuse to learn.” 

“Because you’re scared of it?” 

“Stop that.” Winona bristles again. “Stop reading me like that.” 

Corona’s smirk re-flavors the entire room. “Stop reading you accurately? Fat chance.” 

“You barely know me.” 

“I know you well enough, apparently.” 

Something inside Winona freezes. 

“It’s nothing to be scared of. It just means you don’t feel sexual attraction.” Corona shrugs, nonchalant. “Or you do, in small amounts, in rare occurrences. My brother— he’s asexual.”

“Fuck.” It comes out a whisper. She stands a little too quickly, knocks her knee against Corona’s dresser, and tries not to let on that it hurts like hell. 

“Are you okay?” Corona’s voice comes out high-pitched with concern. 

“Yeah, it’s good. It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.” A lie, to be sure. “I’ll think about it. I have to get back and check on my siblings. Edna’s great, but she’s— Old. She’s so old. I have to go.” 

Winona grabs her jacket from the ground and takes off running. 

There are only ever two options: stay and fight, or get the hell away. If she doesn’t have to think about it while Corona yells that it’s fine and nothing to be ashamed of from the window, then she doesn’t have to think about it while she pauses in an alleyway to put on her boots, and she doesn’t have to think about it when she forces the helmet down over her head and gets on the bike. 

It’s a long drive around Lake Superior and back to Quincy. The road is always empty at this time of night. When did the sun set and douse her in dark-purple and the starlight tentacle glow? It’s all that’s left in those desolate places on the edges of Judgment and the Devil’s Domain: grayed-out streetlamps on old backroads. 

She scratched the white-out off of the pages in her health textbook last year. She knows what she’s supposed to feel. It rests under her skin like a spasm: Corona was right, and that’s more embarrassing than anything. Almost seventeen years of living, and she hasn’t had a word for that hole in her chest until now. 

What would the Devil say, as up on their high horse as they are? Be who you are without fear, right? Keep on dreaming? Well, she dreams of the open road and the security of never admitting anything.

Corona steps in front of her before the dream comes true. Barefoot and unbuttoned on the streets of an old-fashioned town, she puts her hands on her hips. “Winona. You’re not running from this.” 

“Like hell I’m not.” 

“You’re not. You don’t run from things, asshole.” 

“I run from things all the time.” 

“I’ve seen you fight three guys at once. I‘ve never seen you run.” 

She chews her lip. “I can’t punch what’s wrong with me.” 

Corona reaches forward, lifts the fucked-up vizor of the fucked-up helmet on the fucked-up girl, and looks her in the eye. “Nothing is wrong with you, except your weird tendency toward self-sacrifice.” 

“It’s not weird. It’s cool.” 

“It’s cool until it gets you killed in an alley by three guys.” 

“They’ll never catch me. I’m too fast. Now— Can I go?” 

“You can say it, you know. You can admit it.” 

“I’ll admit nothing.” If there were a wall, she would hit her head against it. It’ll come to her eventually, right? Acceptance? She accepted she was a lesbian forever ago; she made her peace with the lycanthropy. This, too, will slide into the folder. She groans, “Fine. Fuck. Fine. You’re right.” 

Her smirk re-flavors the entire street. “I always am.” 

[glorfyndels]

Tolkien Fandom Event Calendar 2025

There are lots of exciting Tolkien fandom weeks coming up this year, so inspired by @arofili's 2023 calendar, @curiouselleth's brand new Tolkien Fandom Events community as well as @tolkienfandomevents, I decided to create a masterpost for 2025.

This list is not exhaustive, and dates are subject to change by the organisers of these events! Please check the original post for the most up-to-date version.

If you know of any events not included here, please don't hesitate to send me a message or an ask. This calendar was first posted on 13 April 2025, and only events taking place after that date will be featured. Please note that I am not running any of these events myself and that I am not responsible for any prompts/submissions part of these events.

APRIL

1-30: Barduil Month @bi-widower-dads

14-20: Silmarillion Epistolary Week @silmarillionepistolary

MAY

1-31: Mayron, hosted by @polloniumwhy

5-11: Angbang Week @angbangweek

11-17: Gondolin Week @gondolinweek

12-18: Cozy Cuddles Week, hosted by @rivendellwatch

15-21: (TROP) The Underdog Edition, hosted by @the-southlands

19-25: Glorfindel Week @glorfindelweek [not moderated!]

26-1 June: Númenor Week @numenorweek

JUNE

26 May-1: Númenor Week @numenorweek

9-15: Celebrimbor Week, hosted by @the-southlands

9-21: Camp Tolkien, hosted by @inklings-challenge

10-17: Tolkien Ekphrasis Week @tolkienekphrasisweek

14-20: Boromir Week @boromir-week

16-22: Tolkien South Asian Week, hosted by @arwenindomiel

16-22: Tolkien Native Language Appreciation Fest @jrrt-native-languages-fest

16-22: Russingon Week @russingon-week

16-26: Spice Week, hosted by @rivendellwatch

JULY

1-10: Samfro Summer @samfrosummer

1-31: Disability Pride, hosted by @filiswingman

4-10: Tyelkormo & Maitimo Week @tyelkoandtimo-week

13-19: Esoteric Tolkien Week @esotolkienweek

19: Mereth Aderthad, hosted by @silmarillionwritersguild

25: LotR Musical Summertime Springle Bing, hosted by @lotrmusical

AUGUST

1-6: Nargothrond Week @nargothrond-week [uncertain]

4-10: Silvergifting Week @silvergiftingweek

8-10: The Feast of Horns @feast-of-horns

11-17: Tolkien Gen Week @tolkiengenweek [tentatively]

25-31: Tolkien OC Week @tolkienocweek

SEPTEMBER

1-9: Ainur Week @ainurweek

1-30: Sapphic September, hosted by @filiswingman

8-14: Sindar Week @sindarweek

OCTOBER

6-12: Tolkien Latin American and Caribbean Week @tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek

20-26: Celrond Week @celrondweek

26-1 Nov: Tolkien Horror Week @tolkienhorrorweek

NOVEMBER

26 Oct-1: Tolkien Horror Week @tolkienhorrorweek

23-29: Tolkien Siblings Week @tolkiensiblingsweek

DECEMBER

1-7: Tolkien Fairytale & Folklore Week @tolkienfolkloreweek

1-31: Díscember, hosted by @filiswingman

Longer Events:

Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang @tolkienrsb, March-October

Scribbles & Drabbles @fall-for-tolkien, June-November

Innumerable Stars @innumerable-stars, August-October

SWG challenges @silmarillionwritersguild throughout the year

Teitho Contest @teitho, challenges throughout the year

Stage Adaptations Performance Calendar by @emeraldskulblaka

[iphyslitterator]

@cecilyv, perhaps accidentally, requested "fluffy kid fic where the kids never get to meet Grandpa Bobby"; I think this qualifies.

810 words, a Roseverse ficlet (set not too long before the drabbles, which you don't have to read first)

Content warning: major character death (but set years later)

It's a challenge to wrangle three kids into the car — well, Rose is an angel, of course, buckled in and holding the flower arrangement as big as her whole torso in her lap while Evan's still trying to coax Benjy out of the desert willow and Tommy's running out of tricks to make Lily stop crying. But they get everyone in the backseat eventually, the toddler enlisted to play with the five-month-old until she's giggling instead of wailing, and they arrive at the grave just as sunset starts to touch the horizon and a cool breeze picks up, the tops of the palm trees swaying overhead.

Rose remembers coming last year, but Benjy doesn't, and he looks around curiously, holding Evan's hand. Evan sits on the ground and pulls Benjy into his lap as Rose somberly places the flowers in front of the headstone and sits next to him. Lily looks fretful again; Tommy paces, bouncing her gently in his arms, moving to where he can watch the kids' (and Evan's) faces.

"What are… what are we doing?" Benjy asks brightly.

Before Evan can answer, Rose says, "This is Grandpa Bobby," and Tommy blinks. Evan catches his eye, just as surprised; so she didn't get Grandpa from him either. "He's dead like Baba and Mama. May I have the pictures?" Evan fishes out his phone, taps a few times, and hands it to her. Tommy knows the first photo in the album: the two of them at Evan's shield ceremony, Evan beaming, Bobby with his hand on Evan's shoulder, smiling at him with pride.

Rose angles the phone so Benjy can see it. "He ran Papa's fire station before you were born," Rose explains, and she starts swiping through the photos, telling surprisingly well-remembered bits of stories she got from Evan and at least one from Tommy, while Benjy listens raptly and Evan discreetly wipes at his eyes. Soon Benjy gets squirmy again, and Rose hands the phone back.

Evan clears his throat and looks straight at the headstone. "Hi, Bobby," he says. "You remember Rose and Benjy. We—"

"Hi!" Benjy shouts.

Evan breaks into a grin and looks down at him. "Oh, do you want to say something?"

Benjy hums. "Say what?"

"Anything. You could tell him something you did this week."

Benjy stands up with gusto, then immediately turns shy and buries his face in Evan's shoulder. Evan ruffles his hair.

"Why don't you tell him what you found yesterday?"

Benjy twists around so he can eye the headstone sidelong, clinging to Evan's shirt. "I found a rock," he whispers.

"Yeah? What did it look like?"

Benjy perks up a bit. "It had stripes," he says.

"Yeah, it was really cool," Evan agrees. "Then what did you do with it?"

Benjy, revived by the ecstasy of his geological adventure, straightens up and faces forward. "I, I threw it…," he begins, then starts laughing at the memory. "I threw it in the river!" he gets out. "And, and it made a splash!" He plops back down in Evan's lap, satisfied, and Evan gives him a squeeze.

"We're doing really good, Bobby," Evan says, clear-eyed and smiling again, that calm strength in his voice that Tommy's watched blossom as Evan's become a leader, a husband, a father. "Just wish you were here to see it."

Evan looks at Rose. "Do you want to say anything?" She presses her lips together and shakes her head, leaning into his side. Evan puts his arm around her, holding both kids close.

It's quiet for a while. Benjy wriggles out of Evan's lap and starts running around the nearby graves; Tommy keeps an eye on him. Once Lily settles, Tommy kneels beside the headstone. "That's Lily," Evan introduces softly. She reaches for the flowers, and Tommy tips her forward to clutch a white petal in her tiny fist.

Evan tilts his head in invitation. Tommy opens his mouth, then closes it. Silence feels right.

He thinks about Bobby, what he meant to Evan, to both of them, everything he set in motion that led to this family he never got to meet. He takes in Evan's face, Rose's, Lily's with her sleepy yawns. And then he doesn't think at all — just feels the world around him, the breeze, the gathering dusk, the steady sound of breathing. It might be what people mean by prayer.

When he's ready, he nods at Evan, and they all pick themselves up. Tommy transfers Lily to Evan's arms and goes to collect Benjy, who's tired himself out by now and easily lets Tommy tow him back. Tommy kisses Evan's birthmark when he reaches him.

"Do you want a minute alone?" Tommy murmurs.

Evan shakes his head, one arm cradling their sleeping baby, his other hand resting on Rose's shoulder. "No," he says, smiling softly. "I got what I need."

[bleachsmutfest]

The set schedule for our writing event!

Here is a breakdown of each day:

June 22: Alternate Universe (Here is a list of possible prompts)

June 23: Original Characters- OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)

June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts or you can use your own!)

June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc.

June 26: TELL IT YOUR WAY. Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)

June 27: Kink and Tropes (combine a kink and a trope. Here is a list for some prompts and I deas. Pick your own, have someone pick it for you or random generator!) OR OOC (let’s write a character completely out of character and be proud of it!)

June 28: end with PRIDE!!!! Celebrate PRIDE Month 🏳️‍🌈

Some rules/things to keep in mind:

- You do not have to participate in all events! Pick and choose and no pressure! This is all for fun!

- I will provide a list of prompts by next week but you can always freestyle it and use your own prompts.

- You can combine days!! Example: Integrate the kink and tropes into the alternate universe!

- No AI generated fics. Please.

- Smut, fluff, angst, dark content, anything is acceptable. But be careful with controversial and problematic topics. It’s on you to understand what is considered problematic or not. Be mindful of tumblr rules.

- Label your posts accordingly. Add triggers, warnings and content warnings in the beginning of the post!

- You can reblog old fics as long as you wrote them and it falls in one of those categories.

- Use the #bleachsmutfest2025 on new posts! If reblogging an old post, tag me in the comments of that post.

- This isn't just a writing event. I have fun games, polls, interview with writers planned out!

- Most importantly, Have fun! Don't put pressure on yourself. Late submissions are totally ok! This is for fun and to appreciate our writers and their writing, not put stress on them!!!

🩷

[rc-catalog]

⠀⠀⠀⠀PRIDE MONTH SCHEDULE!

First off—happy pride month! We hope you have the most amazing month that you spend with even more amazing loved ones! 💛

This is our first pride month celebration at the Catalog so we decided not to do anything too grand—a month-long event is already a big undertaking. That being said, the schedule we've come up with is as follows:

🏳️‍🌈 Mondays: "Throwback Monday" for LGBTQIA+ creations—feel free to submit your old creations as many times as you want throughout the whole month (mind you, though, it will be reblogged only once per week. The submission limit for the month is 5 times)

🗡️ Tuesdays and Saturdays: Prompts! We're going to post several prompts to challenge you and all you need to do is let your creative juices flow freely in any way you want! Be it animations, drabbles, moodboards and anything else you want.

🥾 June 16—22: Ask my MC/ OC about their sexual identity journey. We will post several questions, a template, which you can but absolutely don't have to use—the yapping topics are completely up to you! You only want to submit headcanons of your character's journey? Great. You want to go into detail and submit a 6k word-long fic? Incredible. A comic? Animation? Hell yes!

We believe that this part of our month-long event is a great opportunity for our incredible artists to truly focus on this particular aspect of their characters' backstory, to really think it through and go into detail, even if you're not going to share it with the rest of us—what matters is that you enjoy yourself!

📝 June 27: Favourite LGBTQIA+ creations recommendation event! This is our invitation for you to post about your favourite LGBTQIA+ creations, similarly to how our Kindness Day Event looked like! You can give a shout out old creations that you discovered thanks to the Throwback Monday reblog or brand new creations.

Throughout all of these, our regular events (WIP Wednesday and Throwback Thursday) will continue too!

We can’t wait to see what you create, share, and celebrate this month. Happy pride month, and thank you for being part of our wonderful community! 🏳️‍🌈✨

[oc-challenges]

WELCOME TO PRIDE CHALLENGE 2025!

Hello guys, gals, nonbinary pals, and every other lovely person in this community! The time has come once again for pride challenge, now in a time where we need pride in our LGBTQIA+ communities more than ever. Check out the last day of the challenge to fill out the form to enter the exchange! BIG THANKS to @come-along-pond for being such a big helper and supporting me throughout the absolute nightmare of a few months it has been, as well as coming up with the brilliant culture idea.

Rules

This challenge is for LGBTQ+ ocs only… hence why it’s called the pride challenge.

Tag your posts with #opc2025 in order to have them reblogged. (please do not tag any non-challenge related edits with this)

DON’T steal edits. If you feel your edit or someone else’s has been stolen, report it to our submission box by following these guidelines.

If you want to make a crossover edit with somebody else’s oc, make sure the other person is okay with crossovers.

Feel free to send us any questions and keep in mind that all challenges are up for interpretation.

Be kind!!

WEEK ONE: IDENTITIES

Day One (June 1st): Gay

Make something for an oc that identifies as gay!

Day Two (June 2nd): Lesbian

Make something for an oc that identifies as a lesbian!

Day Three (June 3rd): Bi

Make something for an oc that identifies as bisexual and/or biromantic!

Day Four (June 4th): Pan

Make something for an oc that identifies as pansexual and/or panromantic!

Day Five (June 5th): Aro/Ace

Make something for an oc who identifies with the aro-ace spectrum!

Day Six (June 6th): Poly

Make something for an oc who is in a polyamorous relationship and/or identifies as poly in anyway!

Day Seven (June 7th): Gender

Make something for an oc who is not cisgender!

Day Eight (June 8th): Anyone Else (Or Again)

Make something for an OC who is LGBTQIA+ in a way we missed in previous days, or take the chance to do another oc who identifies with some of the previous prompts!

WEEK TWO: PROMPTS

Day Nine (June 9th): Terms of Endearment

Make an edit or write about the term(s) of endearment your OC calls their love interest, or the other way around!

Day Ten (June 10th): Live/Life

Show a moment where your oc embraces life, even if it’s messy, bold, or scary. Or show some of the most important moments in their life.

Day Eleven (June 11th): Revelation

Your OC discovers something important about themselves or their identity. What do they realize, and how does it change them or the way they see the world? Maybe a certain someone helped them come to this revelation?

Day Twelve (June 12th): Joy

Show a moment where your OC feels truly happy. What brings them joy, and what does it look like when they let themselves feel it fully?

Day Thirteen (June 13th): Reclaim

Your OC takes back something that was taken from them—like their name, identity, life, confidence, or a word. What are they reclaiming, and why does it matter to them?

Day Fourteen (June 14th): Pride

Your OC feels proud of who they are. What makes them feel confident, strong, or seen? Show a moment where they stand tall and own their identity, their journey of finding pride, or what pride means to them.

WEEK THREE: QUEER CULTURE

Day Fifteen (June 15th): LGBTQIA+ Visage

Choose a queer visual artist (painter, photographer, fashion designer, sculptor, etc.) and make something for your oc using their art, whether that's through writing or edits!

Day Sixteen (June 16th): LGBTQIA+ Writers

Choose an LGBTQIA+ author, poet, or playwright. What would your OC think of their writing? Create a scene, moodboard, or quote-based art that reflects their connection.

Day Seventeen (June 17th): Pride On Screen

Celebrate LGBTQIA+ film or television. Base your OC’s look, vibe, or a short drabble on a queer movie/show or character that resonates with them.

Day Eighteen (June 18th): LGBTQIA+ Music Icons

Pick a queer musician or band (past or present) and create something inspired by their work. How would your OC connect with this artist’s music or vibe?

Day Nineteen (June 19th): Queer History

Pick a moment, movement, or figure from LGBTQIA+ history and imagine how your OC would react to it—or how they’d fit into that time. Would they be marching at Stonewall, creating zines in the '80s, or finding kinship in underground spaces?

Day Twenty (June 20th): Role Models

Maybe you want another chance to highlight someone from the previous challenges, or maybe your OCs connection to queer culture and their queer role models are a fellow oc or character in their canon universe. Either way, celebrate the queer icons who helped your oc connect to the culture, accept themselves, or someone they aspire to be too.

Day Twenty-One (June 20th): Freedom for Joy

Celebrate any other aspect of queer culture-- perhaps your ocs pride outfit/celebration, your ocs drag persona, their coming out, or anything else you can think of!

WEEK FOUR: RANDOM

Day Twenty-Two & Twenty Three (June 22nd & 23rd): Alternate Universes

Put your OC in a different world, fandom, or setting—fantasy, sci-fi, historical, anything fun! Show how their identity stays true, no matter where they are.

Day Twenty Four & Twenty Five (June 24th & 25th): LGBTQIA+ Tropes

Tropes are a ton of fun, and there’s a trope for basically everything! Take a look at this list (or come up with your own) and apply them to your ocs!

Day Twenty-Six (June 26th): Survival & Strength

Share how one of your ocs navigated homophobia or adversity.

Day Twenty-Seven (June 27th): Before & After

Show their transformation in self-acceptance.

Day Twenty Eight & Twenty Nine (June 28th & 29th): Wave Your Flag(s) High

Celebrate your OC’s identity by drawing inspiration from their pride flag(s)!

Day Thirty (June 30th): Pride & Presents

Fill out this form by May 30th, get your match on May 31st, and send in your gift by June 26th! We're closing sign-ups a bit early to make sure everyone has plenty of time to create something truly special. This exchange will follow the same format as past @ocpotluck events! ONCE AGAIN, HERE'S THE FORM! Guidelines Gifsets: → 8+ gifs if using two smaller columns → 5+ gifs if using one larger column → Please only use gifs you’ve made yourself Graphics/Manips: → Minimum of 2 images Aesthetic Boards: → Must include 9 images or more Writing: → At least 500 words Playlists: → Minimum of 10 songs Drawings: → Must include some color → Sketches should be complete and decently detailed Mix & Match Gifts: → Totally allowed! Just be sure to include at least 4 total pieces (e.g. 2 gifs + 2 manips)

[readychilledwine]

Daddy!Azriel x Pregnant!Reader Drabble

Summary - after being placed on house arrest toward the end of your pregnancy, you have lost some control on your husband, Azriel's, baby spending habits.

Warnings - mentions of pregnancy

Word count - a teeny tiny 800. Hence the choice to call it a drabble without a title 💙

Being pregnant was not easy.

You were constantly sore, tired, and had begun eating yourself and Azriel out of house and home, but you two would not change this miracle, this absolute blessing, for a single reason.

Madja had put you on house arrest this past month, asking Azriel to ensure you weren't lifting, weren't straining yourself, and were sleeping plenty. You were told by Rhysand and Feyre that your emissary duties could resume after your leave.

Despite Nesta's sacrifice, carrying a child with wings when you were wingless was still challenging. You ran out of room for the little one quickly, and being so much smaller than the average Illyrian female did not help either. The discomfort was the biggest issue, but Madja did not want to risk it. The plus side was constantly being home, relaxing, and your mate making meals, feeding you like the queen he believed you were.

The downside? Azriel had no self-control when it came to buying things for the life you two created, and you were no longer there to stop him from buying the mutual cravings you two seemed to have, countless baby supplies, and of course, the baby's first set of Illyrian Leathers. In the form of a onesie. How that even worked, you didn't ask, he was too thrilled as he held it up for you to question him.

From stuffies, to onesies, to excessive blankets from different courts, Azriel had begun purchasing everything in anticipation of his first baby's birth. All while you sat at home. Just silently watching him carry in bag after bag.

Today was a cold winter lazy day. Azriel had asked a favor of Eris, ensuring the hearths in your home burned a little brighter and warmer this year, and the Autumn High Lord was more than happy to ensure you were always warm due to the close friendship you three had formed. You snuggled further into the couch with your hot chocolate, tossing the plush blanket Kallias had sent for you over your legs, and sighed in joy. You had been thinking about this hot chocolate for hours and were practically salivating over the mountain of marshmallows you placed on top had toasted to perfection. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Azriel gently knocking the snow off his boots before entering. 

While his shadows greeted you immediately with soft caresses on your swollen belly, Azriel had not even noticed you were there. His cheeks lightly flushed from the cool winter air, his hair ruffled from the wind. 

He was looking down at a large bag in his hands, peeping in it every often before walking to the kitchen and setting it down.

Azriel was smiling to himself, an occasional almost giggle falling from his mouth.  

"Az, what's so funny, baby?" 

Azriel looked at you wide-eyed in getting caught and threw the bag behind his back. "NOTHING!" He said loudly. "Nothing, nothing at all." He corrected, deepening his voice. "Just got our baby bat a present."

You giggled at his admiration, love, and pride he already felt toward your child. He loved them more than anything already. "Well, show me! Please!" 

His cheeks flushed, and he quickly shook his head. "You wouldn't understand. It's something we get to bond over, not you." 

You felt your lip tremble, and his eyes went wide. "I don't mean it like that, my love. I just mean it's something I-" his eyes softened when the first tear fell. "Angel, don't cry." Azriel walked to you with the bag, placing it on the coffee table and then taking your hot chocolate. He paused as he studied the mug. "Did you want some hot chocolate with your marshmallows, y/n?"

You broke a small smile, tears still falling. His scarred hands gently brushed the tears away. "Y/n, please do not cry. It's a special baby daddy gift. That's all."

You knew you were being ridiculous, but hormones were winning. "But-"

Azriel silenced you with a kiss, one of his hands going to your stomach. "I can't wait until you're here and mommy stops crying all the time." He held his hand there, waiting. "Angel, there's no reason to cry."

You nodded, sniffling. "I just want to know what you got them."

Azriel sighed, "You cannot laugh." He was hesitant to remove his hand, but grabbed the bag still. 

Azriel opened it, pulling out a few knitted sets of something that had your brow raised. "Are those?"

"Wing warmers." Azriel confirmed. A soft smile had come back to his face, his dimples showing. "My wings get cold in the winter, and so do Cassian and Rhysand's, so I had these made for them to ensure their little wings would never get cold. I also got Rhys, Cassian, Nyx, and I a matching set for Solstice."

You nodded slowly. Trying not to laugh. "I see." He took in your tight lipped express, the way your eyes were shining, the way your lip twitched. 

"You're laughing." He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a small smile still on his face. "They get really cold, y/n."

"I'm not laughing," you said quickly, hands touching the soft knitted covers, fingers circling the little buttons. "I just didn't realize this was an issue."

Azriel made an insulted face. "It is an issue!" His tone was playful and sarcastic. "Don't you want our baby bat to have the best things? Warm wings are the best things! My little star will not have cold wings. Not on my watch." 

His forehead found yourself as you two fell into laughter. His hand back on your belly. "They match the booties and little hats we had made. The same seamstress made them."

"I noticed. I love her work," you whispered softly to him, hands coming to his face. "You're going to be the best daddy, Azriel. We don't deserve you."

He smiled as a soft kick finally landed on his hand. "No, angel, I don't deserve you." He pushed you back gently, adjusting you so he was laid between your legs on the couch, his head resting near where that last kick was.

"Just keep growing, little one. You gotta grow grow grow." His thumb made small circles on your tummy as he continued to talk to your baby. "Daddy loves you and mommy so much. Even if she doesn't understand cold wings. Which you will never have."

[stitch-away]

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certified dieter lover | javier peña y dio angst connoisseur

since i'm going to actually post stuff here, bc i'm too lazy to make an alt, i may as well make a masterlist/pinned post. i am but a simple man that writes gay shit sometimes when i'm not swamped w uni work :3

i mainly write pedro pascal characters and game!joel miller but that might change who knows. i am currently studying spanish so that may be present but i am by no means proficient, critique is desired. i write just about anything and can write about triggering subjects so heed the tags and warnings please <3

stuff posted here + darker stuff i don't want on here -> ao3

if u ever have javier peña angst (or anything pedro related) u want written, send me an ask!! (i have no limits but if i don't wanna write something i just won't lol)

ʕ⁠っ⁠•��ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ ♡ amo a todos los que leerán estos

javier peña🧸ྀི

"but i meant to" series (ongoing)

colombia is not the only ghost that haunts javier. a non-chronological series (i'll order them in the masterlist) of pure javier angst. it's one sided stavier, mainly focusing on javier. heavy TW for this one, read the tags!!

♡︎ mile high - MDNI male reader drabble

♡︎ late night at the precinct - MDNI male reader oneshot for toomanystoriessolittletime's fucking with a view challenge <3

joel miller🧸ྀི

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 feral joel miller series ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 (ongoing)

you find a man, alone, far beyond the walls of the boston qz. you think he might be infected but quickly you realise this man is feral; or, joel has spent the last 20 years living in the wilderness in untouched isolation, until you find him.

♡︎ mating season - MDNI DDDNE gn reader oneshot (part 2 coming eventually <3)

♡︎ mating season drabble - MDNI DDDNE

oberyn martell🧸ྀི

♡︎ be a good boy - MDNI male reader oneshot for mushgloomz's ppcusmutchallange <3

frankie morales🧸ྀི

♡︎ a fitting punishment - MDNI male reader oneshot for mushgloomz's ppcusmutchallenge <3

dio morrissey🧸ྀི

♡︎ open wounds - MDNI TW solo dio

♡︎ well i get what i deserve - TW solo dio

♡︎ the rise and fall of my salvation - TW solo dio

marcus moreno🧸ྀི

♡︎ outlook good - MDNI male reader oneshot for clubsoft's hyetto? writing challenge <3

tito cabassa🧸ྀི

♡︎ ultraviolence - MDNI gn reader oneshot from an rp

paulino🧸ྀི

♡︎ porque te quiero - MDNI male reader oneshot for mandaloriankait's ppcupride writing challenge <3

pedrito pairings🧸ྀི

── .✦relationships

♡︎ tboy shots (gone gay) - MDNI trans dio morrissey x trans eddie from buffy

♡︎ chupa mi verga- not his - MDNI javier peña x m reader x joel miller

── .✦platonic

♡︎ "when it's your turn..." - javier peña, joel miller, and tommy miller

oneshot series🧸ྀི

🏳️‍🌈 pride month series

kinktober (coming october)

pedro pascal (rpf)🧸ྀི

♡︎ pre-cannes pleasure - MDNI male reader

silly posts

♡︎ pedritos as silly shirts i found on pinterest <3

♡︎ ranking of veteran pedritos

♡︎ fits i would do pedro in

♡︎ omar assarian gifs (not mine, creators should be embedded)

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[autumnalwalker]

Pride Month Drabble Challenge: Day 28, Shield

Reblog of the challenge rules with links to my posts is here.

“Just chill out, will you!  She belongs here just as much as you or me!”

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“Oooohhhh goddesssss… I can’t believe I just did thaaaat.”

“I thought it was brave of you.”

“It could have backfired so badly.”

“But it didn’t.”

“But it could have.  She was wrong about you, but if she had clocked me -”

“Then she still would have been wrong.”

“Morally and ontologically maybe.  But legally…”

“Hey.  You stood up for me and for yourself.  That’s something to be proud of.”

“Am I shaking?  I feel like I’m shaking.”

“A little bit.  Don’t forget to breathe.”

“Right.  Right.  Calming breaths.”

“You know, it wasn’t that long ago that you were the one asking me to accompany you for fear of something like that happening.”

“It’s been close to two years, at least.”

“In the grand scheme of things, I’d call that fast progress.”

“Maybe.  Still can’t believe that between the two of us you were the one to have to deal with that nonsense.”

“Eh, it’s far from the first time.  It’s been a while though, especially since the last time someone was that insistent on being a dick about it.”

“Wonder what it was that set her off.”

“Who knows?  Bigots are gonna bigot.”

“That seems reductive.”

“Not feelin’ real charitable about it right now.  But enough of that.  In case I haven’t technically said it yet: Thanks.”

“Of course.  I know you would have done the same for me.”

“Damn straight.”

“Oh? I thought a lack of straightness was kind of the point here.”

[papercutsunset]

26: Watching Bloodshed

It's literally just Tiff watching the 1983 movie Camp Bloodshed.

Word count: 984

“If I have to eat another drop of soup, I’m going to lose my mind.” She pushes the broccoli-cheddar tupperware to the edge of the armrest.

“You already did. That’s what got us here.” 

Tiff rolls her eyes at her sister on the other side of the couch, where she’s fiddling with the remote like it’s going to do anything. “Yeah, well. At least you get to sleep in a bed for the next few weeks.” 

“I’m not the one who chose to live in a shed.” 

“You volunteered. Lovingly.” 

“There was no love to it.” Andy reaches over her and takes the bowl of soup. At least it isn’t going to waste this way. They just need to make sure their aunt doesn’t find out— or that Drew doesn’t walk in and stare disapprovingly. 

Tiff frowns at the TV. There’s something wrong with this VHS. It keeps glitching out. It’s her only copy of the 1984 horror classic Camp Bloodshed. She found it while she was clearing out the back rooms of the Book Nook.

She sighs. “This blows. I’ll see what’s up with the tape later. Let’s just watch something else.” 

“What else would we watch?” 

“Uh— I don’t know. Something.” Tiff pauses, considers the VHS tapes lining the shelves around the TV, moved up higher so Kepler can’t reach and ruin them. “You’ve never seen Peter Pan, right? Put that on.” 

“I’ll never regain my credibility.” 

“You never had credibility. You moved here as the sister of Tiff Sheridan.”

“I suppose you have less, then.” 

“Absolutely. My reputation is in the gutter.” That’s by design. 

They keep watching the movie anyway. She focuses more on the screen than on her reputation. It happened a while ago, but she’s still thinking about the scene where Ace and Blake are overseeing archery. They didn’t know it was going to go so wrong when they set out to do what they were doing. They had no clue that the kid would die in the rainstorm. They had no idea that the mad scientist would steal Blake Abbott’s stupid freaking robe. 

She wonders what went through his head, when it all set in. He’s not a character she should see any relation in. Blake Abbott is a weepy young man who ran around the woods oblivious in a wizard robe while people died around him, who turned hard at the last second, who spent the last of it terrified of Carrie Coffinberry getting hurt before it ever set in that his childhood best friend had died. He was wounded; he was terrified; he was a silly little nerd who had to grow up over the course of one night and got his silly little wizard robe stolen at the end of it. Tiff squints at the screen while the rain keeps falling on pools of blood and mechanical murderers. 

“Whatever the hell you did to yourself isn’t helping that reputation, by the way.” Drew’s voice is miserable and unexpected from over the back of the couch. He must not have slept last night. Tiff certainly didn’t. 

She barely looks at him over the back of the couch. It hurts to bend that way. “I’m not going to tell you. Worry about your new brother or something.” 

“I have to worry about my old sister.” 

“I’m not old.” 

“You’re eighteen. You’re practically in the ground.” 

“I envy your memory of whatever the hell we were talking about in Fort Reverence.” She flicks a bit of lint at him. “Just go check on Jeb or something.” 

He throws it back. “I already did. He’s on the roof.” 

“Fuck. That’s my place.” 

“Not anymore. Now you’re on the couch. Because…” 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so there’s no point.” 

“Humor me.” He raises his eyebrows like a challenge. 

“I found an extraterrestrial parasite in the woods and let it crawl down my throat. I did it for science and I would do it again.” 

Challenge accepted, he lowers his eyebrows and sets his voice back to neutral. “You’re right. That’s entirely unbelievable.” 

“You’d think almost dying because of your undead great-aunt’s fucked-up horse would change your mind on the supernatural, but whatever.” 

On the screen, Blake Abbott spins through the woods in his deep-blue-and-silver wizard’s cloak, looking for the child, oblivious to the carnage happening in the camp while he’s away. He stops in the rain to look up at foreboding clouds. Tiff knows it’s the moment where the protagonist role switches from Zero to a group of three: the capable jock, the idealistic nerd, and the sweetheart goth. 

She watches it with her hands in the blanket, tying knots around her fingers. She should be doing something productive while she’s recovering from all this bullshit, like her homework or drawing up weapon plans, but the truth is that she has just been laying here. It’s torture. 

Andy swallows a chunk of wet broccoli. “She’s right. I was there. Kind of. It went down her throat. She threw up black sludge.” 

“Not you too,” Drew laments, pushing up off the back of the couch to stand up straight. “We can’t have more people on her side about this.” 

“She’s right! There’s no side! She’s literally just correct!” 

He clearly doesn’t think so. “Andy, quit eating Tiff’s soup.” 

“She wasn’t going to eat it!” 

“I wasn’t,” Tiff agrees, more captivated by the glitching violence on-screen than by the conversation at hand. 

Zero got her hand cut off and kept fighting until the very end. Carrie saw everyone she cared about (and everyone she hated) brutally murdered. Presumably, after the events of the original canon, they all got through it: funerals, breaking the news, and putting away the Great Wizard Boranthemus. 

She’s no Blake Abbott, of course. Tiff Sheridan will never put away her wizard’s cape. The lab coat is still on the back of her door. 

[canonically47]

May Drabble Challenge by: @thedrabblecollective

Day 31: Poppy Fandom: Squid Game Characters: Hwang Jun-ho, The Recruiter

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Jun-ho and Ki-yong drink their coffee together, free hands intertwined, the younger’s head nuzzled against the other’s shoulder.

From outside, they hear the vague buzzing of the beginning of a new day; but the newly-wed couple has nothing on today’s agenda. Today, they only wish to indulge in each other’s presence.

Leaning into Ki-yong more, Jun-ho looks at the bouquet of poppies bought the other day. Ki-yong mentioned they hold different meanings across cultures: consolation, death, remembrance…

“But for us,” said Ki-yong, “they mean something else, jagiya. Rebirth.”

So – thinks Jun-ho, kissing his husband’s cheek – here’s to a new life.

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a/n: and with that, the challenge is over!!! thanks for the fun time, writing these was a blast from start to finish! i'll definitely keep my eyes peeled for any other challenges from you. this was a nice excuse to indulge my multifandom self and bring out fandoms i haven't written for in a while, like hitman! definitely loved lurking on your blog to see what others were up to, as well, it's interesting to see different takes on the same prompt :D people are so creative... love the writing community on here...

hope you've enjoyed my drabbles this month! expect more gayness for pride month B) peace and love! <3

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Day 30

[beecauseevan]

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December 2024

Today, a year later, Eddie can't recall the emergency that followed that bell. All he remembers is the ride in the engine, seconds stretching into a small eternity, his entire world narrowing down to the heavy warmth of Buck's thigh pressed up against his own.

He still can't decide if he should call it bad timing, that bell, or a saving grace. Marisol was there, and Buck was probably still dating Natalia. Eddie can't be sure what would have happened if the bell hadn't stopped them, but he has a strong feeling that it would have been a mistake.

Are some mistakes worth making?

Sitting by Buck's hospital bed, eyes tracing the dark shadows Buck's lashes cast on his pale cheeks, Eddie settles on bad timing. Horrible timing, really. 

That's been their theme for years, he thinks, maybe for as long as they've known each other. There have been so many moments of what if, moments that could have changed everything, if they had only let them. 

When Buck introduced him to Carla, showed him that there was truth in that promise to always have Eddie's back, and Eddie looked at him in his still-new kitchen and watched a colleague with a charming smile turn into a true friend before his eyes. 

When Eddie put his hand on Buck's shoulder, Buck's face still marred from tsunami debris, and gave him his son, his heart.

When Buck smirked at him from across a darkened kitchen, challenging him, while Chris sat oblivious on Buck's couch, playing a game Buck had gotten him for Christmas.

When Eddie looked him in the eye, in a hospital room in this very building, and told him he wasn't expendable. 

When Buck broke down Eddie's door and all his defenses. 

When Eddie's desperate hands broke Buck's ribs to get to his too-still heart.

In Buck's kitchen, six months ago, it was a date and this doesn't change a thing between us. In Eddie's living room, a few weeks ago, two beers and only one pair of pants between them.  

So many moments, so many chances—not wasted, not entirely, because they got them where they are today, but still, in a way, lost.

Abby and Shannon, Ali and grief and heartbreak, the fight club, Ana and Taylor, Natalia and Marisol, Tommy, and—nothing. Nothing, except Eddie's own stupidity, or pride, or fear. He should have said something, that night Buck sought him out, when they sat on Eddie's couch and watched Risky Business instead of talking. He should have said something, but he couldn't, not then, not so soon after he made that first tentative step towards letting himself be free. 

Freedom is scary enough when you achieve it step by step. You can't get there all at once. That would be like being sucked into the vacuum of space; all that pressure leaves too quickly, and your insides expand and expand until they rupture. 

He took too long. And now Buck almost died and Eddie is moving, even though he doesn't want to leave LA.  

Horrible timing, indeed.

Okayyy I cheated with this one... but there is only one bed in Buck's hospital room! For the only-one-bed-purists out there, though, I have a fake dating fic coming out on Christmas Day where they are sharing one bed for real, so if that piques your interest, feel free to hit me up on ao3 <3

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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[merlinmicrofic]

Hello friends!

I apologize for the delay, and would like to invite you all to belatedly celebrate one year of Merlin Micro Fic with me! By now the AO3 Collection boast over 170 fills, with the ones only posted to Tumblr probably meaning we've cracked the 200-fills-mark. I'm so grateful and in awe of the enthusiasm for this on-going event, from those who show up every months, to those who step by every once in a while! <3

Unfortunately, life has really taken a busy turn for me these last couple of months. As already considered a while ago, it's really not feasible for me to keep making a Masterlist every month if I want to keep this event going, as it were.

I will continue tagging fills with the rounds, though, so in theory at least all fills for a round can always be found that way. And of course, the prompting structure will remain; it is now just a little easier to sneak in a late fill here and there.

On the note of late fills: the anniversary prompt round will be an amnesty one, for all 36 prompts of the last year! You can find the list below - feel free to combine, to submit second fills for prompts you'd already filled, or to fill ones you didn't get around to before!

This round will run for 6 weeks, until the end of February. For one, it gives everyone a little additional time, for the other, it'll finally fix the way rounds run from middle to middle of the months! :D

As always:

For info on how this works, please check this post.

Please remember - when posting to tumblr, please name ship/characters/gen relationship, the prompt(s) you're filling, the wordcount and, if needed, rating + warnings (so, for example: "Fill for @merlinmicrofic prompt 'Feast', Leon/Merlin, Explicit, Graphic Violence") at the top of your post!

Prompts can be interpreted loosely, although if you pick the dialogue prompt, the line should make an appearance!

Remember, your fic has to be 500 words or shorter! For an additional challenge, make it an exact drabble (100 words to the point!) When you post to tumblr, we'll check wordcounts with wordcount.com

Places/ways you can post: only to tumblr, to our AO3 collection, or to both. Whichever way you choose, do make sure to make a tumblr post of some kind and tag this blog directly, so that we can reblog it, and log it for the masterlist!

Reminder that prompts can be submitted through the ask box (see here for more info), and one of the monthly prompts will be picked from those by random choice!

If you have any more questions that aren't answered by the posts linked in our pinned post, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Most importantly, have fun! <3

And now, for the prompts:

Awake

"Your Turn"

Masquerade

Hunger/Hungry

"Then Go"

Throne

Vulnerable/Vulnerability

"Trust Me"

Tower

Tradition

"I'll be there."

Enough

Crowd

"It's You."

Rooftop

Pride

"Be Careful"

Underwater

Desperate Measures

"You Wouldn't"

Home

Sunlight

"Tell me."

Shipwreck

Nightfall

"I Promised"

Starting Over

Harvest

"Almost."

Library

Silhouette

"And the truth?"

Frozen

Feast

"Try Again."

New Year

[atruewarrior]

Drabble challenge 2024 | Day 2: Pepper character: kageyama tobio

It's cute that Kageyama tries, really.

He always does to make up for time apart, for his months-long travels to other countries and continents. But you should've known better than to let him cook for you tonight.

The table is beautifully set, and his grin as he settles across from you speaks of his pride.

He's practically vibrating in his seat when you bring the forkful of gnocchi to your mouth.

Somehow the cough you choke makes him beam wider.

"So?"

"Splendid." You take a sip of water. "A dash of pepper is all it needs."

"Sure, be right back!”

[bleachsmutfest]

So here is a tentative schedule for writers who want to participate! Again, reblogging/posting older content created by you is perfectly ok!! Will just have to tag me on the reblogs so i see it.

Here is a rough list.

I am open for suggestions!!!

June 22: Alternate Universe (prompts provided or pick your own!)

June 23: OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)

June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts provided or use random generator)

June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc

June 26: Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)

June 27: Kink and Tropes (combine a kink and a trope. Pick your own, have someone pick it for you or random generator!) OR ooc (let’s write a character completely out of character)

June 28: end with PRIDE!!!! Celebrate PRIDE Month 🩷