#rpg fanfiction

[briarlovesclara]

35 ways to say "i love you" MASTERLIST

based on a list of 35 ways to say i love you that i found here on tumblr via @/zebonos (they don't know who the original author is).

this will be a series of drabbles/ficlets from various fandoms, including ocs of mine and my friends. please feel free to recommend characters for the open slots!

all fandom content is about characters and is not reflective of content creators, however, stated boundaries will be respected! if any of my work violates the comfort of content creators, please let me know!

(cross-posted on ao3 under jayistootiredforthis!)

KEY:

♡ fluff/has comfort

■angst/no comfort

🔅bittersweet elements

☆favorites

💕platonic

♦️romantic

¤ potentially triggering content (see notes of specific post)

ABBREVIATION/SOURCE KEY:

d![xyz]: dream smp characters

r![xyz]: characters from my friend's minecraft realm that is being adapted into a standalone story

gl![xyz]: generation loss characters

3l![xyz]: 3rd life smp characters

dl![xyz]: double life smp characters

half secrets: characters from an rpg that i dm with my friends. based on a revised and parallel harry potter universe

any characters not explained here are from self-explanatory sources or easily searchable sources.

LIST:

as a hello | d!wilbur and d!niki 💕

with a hoarse voice, under the covers | d!tubbo and d!ranboo💕

a scream | undecided half secrets characters

over a cup of tea &

over a beer bottle | r!bea and r!beam💕

on a sunny tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 1💕

as a thank you | amy and rory♦️

as an apology | crowley and aziraphale♦️

when baking chocolate chip cookies | gl!niki and gl!charlie💕

not said to me | d!techno and d!ranboo💕

with a shuddering gasp | twelfth doctor and bill potts💕

when we lay together on the fresh spring grass | katniss and peeta♦️

in a letter | lily evans and sirius black💕■

a whisper in the ear | the doctor and river♦️

loud, so everyone can hear | r!bea and r!steg💕

over and over again, till it's nothing but a senseless babble | clara oswald and danny pink♦️

when the broken glass litters the floor |

from very far away | d!wilbur and d!fundy💕

with no space left between us | ryley and maverick ♦️♡ ☆

as we huddle together, the storm raging outside | katniss and prim💕

over your shoulder | rose and tentoo PART 1♦️

muffled, from the other side of the door | gl!sneeg and gl!ranboo💕

through a song | 12th doctor and clara oswald💕

without really meaning it | d!wilbur and d!tubbo PART 2💕

in a blissful sigh as you fall asleep | dl!tango and dl!jimmy💕

broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave | tenth doctor and ghost!donna 💕

a taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips | katniss and finnick💕

when i am dead | jack harkness and gwen cooper💕

slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey |

too quick, mumbled into your scarf | d!philza and d!techno💕

in awe, the first time you realized it | rose and tentoo PART 2♦️

in a way i can't return | thirteenth doctor and yaz♦️

on a post-it note | d!eret and the l'manburgians💕

before we jump | 3l!grian and 3l!scar💕

as a goodbye | d!philza and d!wilbur💕■🔅¤

[starbase777]

When you have the desire to write four paragraphs of deep lore about your OC's history including a fine combination of angst and character progression but have no energy to do it

[butlers-bitch]

home life with Jared ♥️🧺🕯️

[doodlenoodleboi]

Hello! I have a request for Sal Fisher! Can you please write something about him with a reader who suffers from anxiety and that leads to her eating a bit faster than other people? She feels really embarrased when someone points it out. Comments like "Are you done already?" get to her, but she doesn't say anything and instead ducks her head because she is too shy and non-confrontational to stand up for herself. Thank you! <3

Sal Drabble

The vibe

Sal

It was a high school summer, these summers you could choose to either be a kid again or grow as an adult. We have a difficult time choosing these things. Why must we choose things that we don’t want to why not just live the moment?

“Hey! Hey! Bro, wake up!” I was Welcomed by the faces of my two best friends Sal and Larry, a rather interesting duo. The night before or rather shall I say a couple hours ago we had a sleepover at Larry’s house. I was tired and confused by the sudden disruption of my sleep.

“What?” I said, practically still asleep, rubbing my eyes from the crusty buildup of rheum.

“We’re leaving!” Sal said his smile evident in his voice, even though his prosthetic covered his face. I had never been out at night, especially with these two friends. Apparently it was a common thing amongst Larry and Sal. Sal even took off his prosthetic couple times. Nobody could see you in these dark streets, nobody was there to breathe in the air instead of that suffocating mask as Sal described.

Funny enough, Sal might dislike his appearance but the only thing that he truly appreciates about it, it is how it finds him real friends. Ones that couldn’t care less about his appearance. Those ones still tight, so now we’re strolling late at night down these streets I can’t remember. Soon I’ll never see the streets and will have to go away we have to be independent adults. Maybe even barely seeing each other and that sucked, just even the thought.”

The cold air braised everyone’s skin, obviously cool, but nothing close to freezing. Sal’s shoulder, blue hair covered his face for the most part. The way his face had been obscured as a child scared the creeps away but kept his friends closer. The way his right cheek torn reminded me of Mileena (MK reference).

The walk down the cold streets were quiet the only interruption being Larry every so often comments. And the sound of Sal’s skateboard against the road, streetlight and moonlight being to be only source of illumination.

I simply followed, along like a lost puppy going along with the flow, not wanting to ruin the vibe. It was uncomfortably quiet until Larry made his extroverted comment about being hungry. We stopped at a (insert place), probably close to our destination.

Larry ordered for everyone being the extrovert, he is of the group. Then we left, soon we made it to our destination. An abandoned skate park, right next to it was a building covered in graffiti. It was a comforting vibe about the place, because even if it was abandoned, I’m sure many people have still came here even though such information had been given.

I sat on the top of the Quarterpipe, a rather vacant area until Larry decides to sit next to me. I wasn’t fond of eating in front of people, maybe feel uncomfortable and watched. They could have absolutely no interest in me, but for some reason, I feel like all eyes on me. I am the best person in the world because I could be the absolute worst. I’m scared of people’s perception of me.

I started to eat next to Larry not wanting to confess that I am uncomfortable with the situation. I had been made fun of in the past because of my eating habits. As I ate my food, almost finished with it, Larry responded. (damn little lady you sure can pack it away. Jk) “Yo Bruh you look like Kirby right now, fucking that shit up.” in between the time of now and then, Larry was high, and that truly made me laugh forgetting about the previous situation given his state.

“Shut up Larry.” sal had said as he skated over to him. “He’s probably just high don’t mind him.” For a while, I would be dealing with a high Larry and a Sally who couldn’t care to do more than skate to get his mind off everything.

That night she realized she was surrounded by people. She wouldn’t have to worry about being embarrassed around. After all, they all are flawed.

(I am so sorry this was so rushed and so last-minute)

[your-favorite-catboy-art]

Art dump of some Lisa pieces that have piled up over the last few months.

[m-for-musings]

Halsin x Minthara Fanfiction Masterlist

Here is a list of fanfictions of this rare (and crack) ship I love so much. I dug them all from AO3, some of them are mine (forgive the weird phrases, english is not my mother tongue).

You Know It Isn't Love - Halsin and Minthara take the Dryad test at the circus

The Bear Cage - Halsin, Minthara and Abdirak have a threesome BDSM fun (NSFW)

And There Was Only One Bedroll - Self-explanatory name (this one is mine) SFW

Sharing - Halsin and Minthara are tentmates (this one inspired me to write the previous one - SFW)

Now Lie in it - Tav convinces Halsin to stay despite Minthara (SFW)

deluge - Minthara gets Halsin out of the rain (SFW)

Something Wicked This Way Comes - Explores the relationship dynamics of those two, inspired me to write the next one (SFW)

Spider's Lyre - Minthara domme/Halsin sub (NSFW)

Whispers in the Dark - Fight that ends up in sex, also mine (NSFW)

Pet - This one requires a browser tradutor (NSFW)

Bearing it All - Halsin has humiliation kink (NSFW)

Honey Webbing - (my current WIP, not sure if it will turn NSFW or not. Here's the AO3 link to it, if you prefer reading there)

Edit: Honey Webbing is definetely turning NSFW.

(this shit became too long for keeping it at roman numerals, it would start to become silly)

(art by stormcall)

[cawyden-gaming]

For my fanfiction Immortalium, I have written a poem - it is meant to be written at the end of the story by Heinrix himself.

I am not that far in my story but I wanted to share it already. It is also voiced by Christopher Tester (Heinrix's VA) thanks to Cameo.

Here the full text:

In my life, I have sailed through an ocean of pain, seeking refuge on an island of duty. If only my soul had been without a sorcerer's stain, could I have lived a life adorned with beauty? At times, I find myself dreaming of what might have been - living as a valiant knight, piloting my noble machine.

All my lonely travels across the stars, in devotion to the golden throne's mastery. Unspeakable horrors deepened my scars, as I braved the unknown and endured the agony. Yet my sky remained an endless expanse of remorse. In the God-Emperor's name; my rosette - a symbol of force.

Then you came and my walls began to fall apart. The ice broke with talks at the fireside, you appealed to the kindness in my heart, and we grew closer over regicide. You helped me to deal with the misery of my past. I tried to keep my distance, but I fell for you so fast.

You show me the beauty of love's embrace, your touch heals me and soothes my soul, revealing a world of wonder and grace. Your love completes me and makes me whole. You saved me from myself, it's true - I never knew happiness before I held you.

The cold was dispelled and with it my doubt. You always see the good in me. The warmth embraced, hope throughout. Now united, we can both truly be free. Nothing matters as long as we're together. I pledge my love and loyalty to you, forever.

Please note:

I know that love does not miraculously heal trauma, that is not meant here and does not happen in my story (in addition - my girl Venria is a biomancer and can actually heal at least the body with a touch).

While it is based on in game dialog (you will recognize it surely) some things are unique to my story (like the fireside talks - in game we only have the date there later).

I also understand if people might find it cringeworthy (sorry, I tried) - I am really no poet. But I am still happy with it and like to share it anyway.

[fandomjumper]

She said yes!

For sentimental reasons, I finally loaded up my original Tav from PS5 to PC! I finally have a computer worthy of handling Baldur’s Gate 3 so naturally I use my time taking screenshots now.

This set turned into something unexpected when Astarion ended up on some uneven ground, resulting in this looking like a proposal!

So here's my OG druid character, Tenebrae and her tantalizingly-dressed Astarion. I have a fanfic in the works about them. 🥹❤️

Thank you for reading this far! ~~♡

Edit: just now realizing that I tagged all these with my Instagram name instead of Tumblr. ooooooops.

[kronos-lungbarrow-oakdown]

So, quick poll because I am curious & playing RPG with my beta made me ponder about some questions…

That’s very important because I personally don’t read much … anything sex related about thoschei of any kind? But I have been feeling knee on writing some so…

[modern-instagram]

@kos.breakdown

Happy wedding anniversary, @theta_not_sigma those have been amazing years spent by your side.

[swan-lite]

wilderness farm layout got me thinking about a farmer who's just a liiittle bit feral

monsters come out at night, and so does the farmer

"do me a favor? no matter what you hear, don't come out to the farm at night"

nighttime is for the eldritch abominations girls

[bambazzle]

Some lineart of the besties (yes I decided shart is tall)

[hyp4tie]

crackship - Phoebe Tonkin x Tom Ellis

Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever. — Charles Bukowski.

credit : hypatie

[horizoncollective]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Lancer (Roleplaying Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Teotl (Lancer RPG)/Human Cis Woman/Human Trans Man Characters: TEOTL (Lancer RPG), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), TEOTL's Metatronics (Lancer RPG), HORUS Goons (Lancer RPG) Additional Tags: Horizon Collective (Lancer RPG), HORUS (Lancer RPG) - Freeform, Non-Human Persons (Lancer RPG), Polyamory, Disabled Original Character, Trans Male original character - Freeform, Subalterns (Lancer RPG), past character trauma Summary:

The Horizon Collective reels after HORUS attacks one of their Long Rim safehouses. Several people are killed, and young adult Cora is left physically and emotionally scarred.

When she sees an emergency call for activists that looks like a one-way ticket out of her life, she volunteers. Instead of getting her death wish, she receives surgery to become ontologically linked with the region's most infamous unshackled NHP, Teotl, and its other human partner, Sky.

Despite the inherent dangers of her new life with Teotl and Sky moving freed NHPs to safety, there's an unexpected amount of love to be found there.

I’m FINALLY posting chapter one and I know this one doesn’t involve any sex yet but it will eventually (including with the NHP) and there is a human character whose dick probably breaks the first contact accords. I write slow but fuck it.

[drunkenskunk]

I was able to get some writing done on that In Golden Flame short story about my character in the Lancer game I'm part of before work today. But I wasn't able to finish before I had to leave.

I was thinking about it during the entire 30-minute walk to work, and I'm hoping - praying! - that I can keep these words in my head for the next 8 hours, so I can put them in the document and finish instead of being stuck under the crushing weight of writers block like normal.

Fingers crossed.

[ebwritess]

Meg x Roman.

AN: The two hottest people on the planet. Enjoy.

Wrestling and rap have always gone hand in hand. Rappers have been quoted loving wrestling since they were kids, wrestlers use hip hop music as their entrance music and have for decades.

When Wale started Walemania, it was a small group of black wrestling fans who enjoyed the crossover of hip hop and sports entertainment, throwing a party during the weekend of Wrestlemania. Now, years later, the top stars were being booked to perform for wrestling fans and wrestlers on the biggest weekend of the year.

Wrestlemania was in Las Vegas this year, and Wale knew he had to pull out the big guns. He and Megan Thee Stallion had met years ago, collabed on a song together, and stayed in touch via social media throughout the years. The D.C rapper knew she would be the perfect performer to hype the crowd, impress the men and turn up the girls.

Megan had never been booked for anything like it. She'd done bars, concert venues, award shows but a wrestling show? Her manager explained it wasn't just a wrestling show. The show encouraged black fans to connect with each other and black wrestlers while celebrating the culture. She already knew she was loved in that community -- from The Rock saying he wanted to be her pet, to linking with Bianca Belair at Lollapalooza, she knew it wouldn't be an issue connecting with the fans, it would just be different.

The Houston rapper was seated backstage, in the makeshift dressing room they provided her. Her best friend Kellon was to her right, placing the finishing touches on her bouncy jet black curls. Her best friend was to her left, pouring the three of them double Dusse shots to the brim of the shot glasses. Meg leaned forward into the mirror, lining her lips as she placed the final touches on her makeup, tossed the shot back, threw a quick prayer up and made her way out to the Vegas crowd.

The fans were packed shoulder to shoulder, weed smoke replaced the oxygen in the room, and wrestlers scattered the stage on either side of Megan with their favorite bottles in the air. She brought Bianca, Jade and Trinity in close to dance with her as she performed Savage (remix of course, duh, they all loved Beyonce), posing for professional photos simultaneously. The crowd was doing exactly what they always did -- bouncing, twerking, recording, drinking-- and she was having a time.

After her third song, she paused to take a sip of water, glancing to her left to retrieve a towel. As she reached for the fabric, brown eyes locked with brown eyes, except that set of eyes was about five inches higher than hers. His shoulders were broad, his hair was pulled back into a tight bun, he.... well, he was definitely a wrestler. And fuck, was he fine. The rapper's eyes darted back out to the crowd so she could finish her set, but she now had a new set of nerves wash over her now that someone who looked like him was watching her.

Wale brought her, her team and her best friends back to the main VIP room where all their wrestlers, their spouses and families gathered once she wrapped up her set. She was introduced to Bianca's husband, Jade's husband and finally, Trinity's husband, brother in law(s), cousin.... cousin? That was her cousin? "Wait.. so all y'all wrestle? The whole family?" Her country accent drawled, looking from Trinity to the rest of family, blatantly avoiding eye contact with the man from left stage until he spoke up for himself.

"We like to keep it all in the family." He answered briefly, deep voice rattling her stomach and low eyes not breaking eye contact for a few extra moments. It was obvious he'd been drinking-- they'd all had-- but the way his words slightly slurred made it more obvious to her.

You didn't have to know Megan personally to know she was a confident woman, especially when it came to men. Attractive men, ugly men, short men, tall men, poor men, rich men-- it never mattered. She could have any man in the palm of her hand like jelly. Her eyes darted up to his, looking at the older man through thick false lashes as she nodded understandingly, glancing from him to his band of cousins briefly. "I can tell. All y'all look just alike. You the oldest though, I can tell by the grays in ya' beard." The flirty comment and smile was brought to you by the Dusse in her system, and the champagne that bubbled in the half filled flute in her left hand.

His expression morphed into that one of slight shock, playfully of course, to match the tone of their banter. "Oh yeah? The 'Just for Men' must ain't settle all the way yet then. Joe." His large right hand crossed the very minimal space in between them to meet her manicured right one, shaking it firmly, both of their touches lingering a little extra before both hands moved to their sides. The bodies around them continued to mingle, Megan's body had to focus on not showing it's attraction to him. But what woman wouldn't be? She was tall, but he towered over here. Broad shoulders, perfectly chiseled body, which she could tell was an accurate assumption through that tight black hoodie. And the way his deep voice and slight country accent commanded attention? Bitch, she was about to be a puddle. "Megan."