#silver writes

[caroldantops]

I HAD THOTS, DARK ONES, AND THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT LISTENNN..

pretending to still be asleep for a few nights in a row though you’ve woken up to sweet gf vanessa who has only ever been gentle and caring with you and she’s just whimpering mostly incoherent ramblings to herself, touching herself pressed up behind you and getting off to the thought of raping you because she’s just so needy when you look so compliant “baby i’m trying so hard not to hurt you but you’re just too pretty”, you think it’s just a fantasy that maybe she’s too ashamed or embarrassed of to talk about and that she would never really wanna hurt you so you ignore it..

until she does finally fuck you in your sleep, panting “i know it hurts, i know but you’re such a pretty little slut i knew you could take it, be a good bunny for me” into your ear when you wake up from the roughness, pinned down under her so you can’t move

warnings: darkfic, smut (18+ only), noncon (rape), somnophilia, breathplay, masturbation, vaginal penetration (reader receiving), pet names (baby, bunny)

vanessa can't help herself.

you look so peaceful, so sweet, so innocent as you sleep next to her. it makes her want to kiss you all over, worship your entire body until you're dazed with pure fuzzy bliss.

and it also makes her want to take that sweet innocence and absolutely ruin it.

she kisses your shoulder softly from behind, spooning you as she does every night, listening to your steady breathing. she imagines what how your breathing would stutter if she were to wrap her hand around your throat, silencing any complaints as she eased her fingers or her strap into your wet cunt.

god. that cunt.

always so fucking wet for her. dripping. she's so sure that even if you were pushing her away begging her to stop, your pussy would still be soaked for her. even if you ever forgot that you were hers to worship and fuck and torture, she knows that your cunt will remember.

the image of you struggling underneath her makes her ache, and she sighs as she slips her hand between her thighs. her panties are wet with her slick. she pushes under them, two fingers stroking her clit as she presses herself as close to you as possible.

her breath becomes labored as she works herself to a slow climax, staying as quiet as she can. she mumbles under her breath, "fuck, baby, you make me insane." as she comes down from that high.

this keeps up for weeks. she makes love to you, all soft touches and sweet nothings, and then after you fall asleep she gets off imagining forcing herself on you instead. telling you how pathetic you look as she has her way with you, completely powerless to stop her.

one night she finally breaks. you go to bed wearing one of her shirts and nothing else but a cute pair of panties underneath, and she can't stop herself from running her hands up your body and groping you.

"pretty, so so pretty baby," she whispers too low for you to stir awake completely. she pinches your nipples, groaning as she feels them harden between her fingers. "fuckkkk, your body wants me so bad."

she moves quickly after that, unable to resist these urges any longer. she rolls you over, tugging your shirt up over your chest and wrapping her mouth around your nipples. you start to stir, so she moves quickly, hand pushing your panties aside.

she groans as she feels the wetness painting your inner thighs.

"just like i thought bunny, always ready for me..."

your eyes groggily blink open as you suddenly feel full. you look up, dazed and confused as you make eye contact with your girlfriend. "nessa?"

"shhh, bunny," she revels in how you look as you piece together what's happening, what she's doing to you. she shoves three fingers inside you. you jerk, not nearly wet enough to comfortably take that many so quickly. "you can take it. you'll take it."

"vanessa, what are you--"

"just let it happen baby, it'll be over soon."

[sliver-lioness]

Okay random idea but court drama (not exactly) with shadowpeach.

Macaque comes from a ruling family that resides near flower fruit mountain for years they can been considered expanding and taking over the mountain as it seems uninhibit until a scouting squad returns with a message from the new up and coming monkey king.

Wanting to get on the good side of this new king Macaque’s family invite him to their palace as a way to smooth over any problems they might have caused and discuss a possible alliance.

The family is well renowned because of them being able to tell the future, and what they seen/heard of Wukong looks pretty promising from the ever shifting futures.

Macaque is very much unhappy with this idea since alliance within this kingdom usually means marriage. What’s a better offer? Someone who knows your future and can steer you away from disaster. It’s a great honor to many demons and celestials as those futures are kept a secret only spoken of to family.

Wukong who up to this point only had the monkeys of FFM to rule and has no idea of the flashy side of demon courting and just confused why the royal family is putting on big display of power and gifts. He’s just having fun following and spending quiet time with Macaque who reads him books, he could read them himself but he likes the way the prince reads it, they paint together, spar, and watches his plays.

Macaque who didn’t like Wukong at the start is slowly falling for the obvious king who on more than one occasion beating back both his and Macaque’s potential suitors. He would normally drop them into the distant ocean using a shadow portal when no one was looking but something in his chest flutters when he watches Wukong stand up and fight the more pushy ones, even if it does start up less then flattering gossip about Wukong in the court.

Macaque’s aunt and grandmother teases him about his very obvious crush since he started waiting to guide Wukong around, picking out books that Wukong like. They also saw Macaque’s scarf wrapped around his neck on more then one occasion which got him a lot of teasing from his older siblings/cousins about hearing wedding bells it his future.

They actually do hear weddings bells for him, through they are trying to keep an eye out for a certain blue lion so the wedding bells aren’t after many great tragedies for the pair. But it’s one future out of many surely it will be fine.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

The chain mistakes a wolf-dog with some charcoal on his face for Wolfie....while Twi is off scouting

[This was hilarious and a lot of fun, thank you for waiting for me to finish this and I hope you enjoy ^u^]

“Hey look! Wolfie came to visit!”

Legend looked up from the book he was reading to see Wolfie walk into camp and take a seat directly in front of Wind. The not-quite-wolf was panting, wagging his tail and looking up at Wind, said hero seemingly resisting the urge to pet the so obviously happy not-quite-wolf. Legend smirked, the sight being quite funny especially since it was rare to see Twilight giving into the urge to act more dog-like, even if he denies both being a dog and acting even remotely similar to a dog. 

Legend placed the ribbon bookmark to save his spot and leaned back against the tree he was reading under to watch the events unfold. Of course, not without smacking Four’s book onto their face first so the other hero could enjoy the show as well. The smithy only pushed Legend over once in retaliation and then settled against the tree as well.

“Wolfie looks a lot dirtier than usual,” Four remarked, leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand.

“Eh, with how long it’s been since we last got a chance to stay in a village or town, it makes sense,” Legend shrugged.

Wind seemed to finally give into temptation, kneeling down and scratching Wolfie behind the ears. Said not-quite-animal closed his eyes, his tail thumping along the ground. Warriors came up to the youngest hero and smiled, reaching a hand down for Wolfie to sniff.

“Seems our furry friend is in a good mood today if he’s letting you pet him for once,” Warriors said.

Wind nodded, smiling brightly up at the other hero.

“It’s about time! Only Wild ever seems to get to do this!”

“Do what?” Wild called out, and Legend stifled a laugh as he saw Wild with various sauces and powdered spices all over him.

“Looks like our cook is in an experimental mood again,” Legend got out as he shook with stifled laughter. Four just shook their head, smiling all the while.

“You always get to pet Wolfie!” Wind yelled back at Wild, getting the cook to abandon his mess and make his way over, confusion evident on his face.

“Pet? I mean, I guess sometimes Wolfie lets me, but it’s pretty rare,” Wild crossed his arms, watching as Wind wrapped his arms around Wolfie and press his cheek against the soft fur.

Wars chuckled, shaking his head.

“Maybe the era we’re in has improved his mood for once?” Wars suggested, only for Wild to shake his head.

“That’s never stopped him from threatening to bite me when I try to pet him,” Wild replied.

“I don’t care! I’m going to enjoy finally knowing what it’s like to pet Wolfie!” Wind shouted, earning curious looks from Sky, Hyrule, and Time who were sitting off to the side.

“Oh, looks like the rest have picked up on what’s going on. How do you think this will progress, dear veteran?” Four spoke, elbowing Legend in the side as the trio of heroes approached the three around Wolfie.

“I can tell you that Rulie will for sure capitalize on this moment and also pet Wolfie,” Legend replied, elbowing Four back.

True to Legend’s word, Hyrule kneeled down alongside Wind and started petting Wolfie’s back with a huge grin on his face. Time chuckled, shaking his head. 

“So Wolfie is letting us pet him? Since when?” Sky asked, Wind turned to look at him.

“Don’t know, don’t care, no one can take this from me!”

Wolfie barked in response, making Wind and Hyrule laugh as they continued to run their fingers through his fur. Legend was watching them with amusement, only for Four to pull him out of the moment with several taps to his shoulder.

“What?” Legend turned to address Four, only to see Twilight standing next to them watching the rest of the group.

“You know what, I say we let them have this,” Twilight said with a grin that showed off his sharp canines, “We’ll see what happens when Time and Wild realize that isn’t me.”

[silvercaptain24]

What's this???? I actually wrote something????????????

@ghostycrow01 @phantomdecibel @somebody-random-lol @technologyvoid @nancyheart11 @ajscico @cal-the-duende ...I'm missing someone aren't I

[silveringofrose]

Hearthfire Echoes

Luminous ghosts keep me company

Persistent in their haunting

As hearthfire simmers to remnants glow

And gaze meets remembered gaze across

Fragile scenes flickering at perceptions edge

Moments stolen from time’s erasure

If only for heartbeats

By things as fickle as flame and light

Before firefly shine surrenders

Spark by spark

To evenings subtle grace

And though light and lives must ultimately dim

Fading incandescence reminds that

These fleeting glimpses restored

Offer a radiance of solace to solitude

Buoying against the dark until

Night has done its work

© SilveringOfRose 2024

[silverdriftdragon]

A Dance... or Maybe More

Hi. Yes. I'm alive. And I accidentallied some Overwatch Fanfiction. Enjoy lol. - 1,758 words - Ana Amari x Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) - Fluff, cause of course it is lol - T for language mostly Ao3 Link Here

[ikarigai]

Tagged by @flaim-ita

Rules: Post last sentence you wrote (fanfic/ original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence. Except I’m not doing that as this is wordy and the friendgroup already tagged so if you’re reading this post congrats you are now chosen to do this.

“Side effects of turning undead, may affect the adventurer whose ghost is possessing their own corpse leading to more problems”

[snakestories]

David's Fact Corner - guys you did not plan this out

“Welcome to DAAAVID’S FACT COOORNER! Where I’m! David Seven! With facts! The number one audio blog from me, David Seven, where I bring you facts! Episode sixteen.” He cleared his throat, and turned to Nonell. “Today is a, is a very special episode, because here with me I have – I have Nonell. Say hi, Nonell.”

“Hello,” Nonell said into the microphone.

“Who is one of the Many-Limbed People of Zachroom 7, and this time, he is going to, to bring you the facts. So, can you, can you please take it away, Nonell?”

Nonell’s tentacles curled as he pondered this before starting to speak.

“Well, unlike humans like David Seven–”

“Oh, I’m not a human, I’m, I’m a clone.”

Nonell paused, positioning himself to take a better look at David.

“I thought you were a human, you have human hair.”

“Oh. Yeah, we’re, we’re quite similar, in the grand scheme of things, but uh, I’m a clone.”

“Clone of what?”

“I ��� I’m not sure, uh – other Davids?”

“So what are they clones of? Where’d they get the genetics?”

“I – I don’t know, probably humans?”

“Then how are you not a human?”

There’s some silence. David did not answer, instead he said:

“I think we should start this one over.”

[quicksilvering]

don't miss me

Don't, don't-- don't miss me, sweetheart

Don't miss me, because

Sweetheart I won't be waiting for you

I won't be waiting for you to return to me

I won't be waiting, I won't be waiting, I'll be elsewhere

I'll be searching for me, and I'll leave you behind and forget

like you never existed.

I'll be elsewhere. I'll be elsewhere, love,

somewhere you could never follow me

And I'll be searching and I'll be glad you never existed

I'll be off your grid and off your world

Don't miss me. I'm hurting and I want to run

And run till nothing can find me. Don't

Don't try to stop me, sweet, you can't

You couldn't stop me with all you had

All I'll do is find me on my knees

Cry for you and fade away. Please don't do this to me, love

I won't be waiting for you

No nightingales. No yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree

No sunsets, no togethers, no waking up to us

No waking up to us, and it'd break me to have you cry about it.

No moonrise, no falling asleep to my warmth, and love

I hope you can sleep happy

Because I can't stand by you to buy you smiles

I can't burn by you to light your face up

Take it my fault. Run away from me

I won't be waiting for you to find a way to me

And there won't be a way. Not a way you can take

I promise you there is no way to me

So sweetheart, don't give yourself me again

And live.

It'd break my heart, love, to have you ask

To hear you beg for my promises again

So don't. I was just a box anyway

I promise you there is no way to me.

I'll be far away, far, far away on an island

in another world separated by a few million seas

and our skies won't be shared. My moon was never yours anyway

You can't find me. I'll be a hope or three away

An impossible wish, if you will. Don't come looking

Eyelashes, wet eyelashes, saltwater, a few oceans too.

They say it's lonely on a summit. I'll live.

It was made for me. And it's where I belong.

Trying to share a world was but a chain.

So sweetheart, don't miss me

I don't even breathe your air.

No yellow ribbons 'round the ole oak tree?

Take it my fault. Run from what you see

I won't be waiting for you.

[tsukuyomii45]

My ObiKonan fans, just wanted you guys to know that yes, this is happening. xDD I don't even know how many chapters this is going to be, but a slow-burn post-war multi-chaptered fic is in progress. XD

[caroldantops]

indentation in the shape of you || valcarol

ship: valkyrie x carol danvers

summary/request: carol shows valkyrie her new suit. valkyrie doesn't like it.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut (18+ only), kinda pwp, the marvels spoilers, strap on use, jealous sex, daddy valkyrie, dom!val, sub!carol

a/n: if you're seeing this coming from a ship tag hello! i usually write reader insert so if you go to my blog looking for more of this ummm. sorry.

masterlist | ao3 link

“I’m glad that they seem to be adjusting well. Fury tells me that they’re working on restoring Tarnax’s atmosphere, so hopefully they won’t have to stay in New Asgard for too much longer,” Carol tightens her fists at her side, tension in her body clear as she stands in front of Valkyrie’s desk. 

“Oh, no worries. Having them is no bother at all. Though I’m sure they’re eager to get off Earth,” Valkyrie hums as she swirls her dagger.

Carol insisted on coming down after fixing Hala’s sun to check on things, something that didn’t surprise Valkyrie in the slightest. What did surprise her was her sudden costume change. Her suit was different. Less saturated, emblem bigger on her chest. Valkyrie didn’t like it. It didn’t feel like the Captain Marvel image that she’d grown used to. 

Plus, this one’s torn in places. Cheaply made. Not fitting for a hero who flies into suns. 

Carol is rambling on about something to do with one of the Skrull families as Valkyrie analyzes this new suit. It does hug her hips nicely. Form fitting around the waist that she’s grabbed and pulled against her many times before. 

“What’s with the new get-up?” 

“What?” Carol’s train of thought comes to a screeching halt. 

“This,” Valkyrie points her dagger at Carol. “Different suit.” 

Carol looks down at her suit. Valkyrie holds back a chuckle at how she almost looks surprised by what she’s wearing. “Oh! I got a new one.”

“Clearly,” Valkyrie laughs. “Come closer, I wanna see it.” 

Carol scrunches up her brows in confusion at Valkyrie’s sudden interest, but chalks it up to that warrior mentality. That woman loves some good battle armor. She walks around the desk to stand in front of Valkyrie, awkwardly holding still as she inspects the suit, running her hands over the material and poking a finger through one of the tears that ripped during the fight with Dar-Benn. 

“Seems cheap, doesn’t it?” Valkyrie sneers. “My armory could make you something ten times as sturdy. Where’d you get this shit suit from?” 

“It’s not shit,” Carol huffs. Valkyrie raises an eyebrow at her and pulls her finger down, making the rip bigger. “Hey!” 

“Why aren’t you answering me, hm?” Valkyrie knows damn well where this suit came from, she could tell from the moment she touched it. She just wants Carol to say it. 

“Aladna. Prince Yan--”

“Oh, a gift from your husband.” 

Before Carol knows it, she’s being tugged flush against Valkyrie. From her standing position, she towers over her even more than she usually does, but she gulps because she knows who’s in control here. 

Valkyrie knows that Prince Yan is no more than a friend to Carol, but both of them know just how much the idea of Carol being technically married makes Valkyrie’s jealousy blaze. 

Especially when she comes around with the gifts he’s given her. 

“Val--” 

“You know, I’m surprised it looks so dull, given that Aladna’s traditional clothing has more colors than a pride parade.” Valkyrie grips Carol’s waist, fingers digging into her sides. It would hurt if Carol didn’t have super endurance. But it’s enough to make the message clear. 

“It’s fine, I’ll probably go back to my old one anyway.” Carol refuses to make eye contact with her. She can’t let her know how much this is affecting her right now. 

But gods. 

It took Carol a long time to find someone who could make her feel this way. Someone who could make her feel safe rather than terrified of giving in to their control, their dominance. 

It just came so naturally to Valkyrie. Carol supposes that’s why she can’t stay away, comes running back when her thoughts get too much for her to bear and she just needs them shut off. 

Like now. 

“Don’t look away from me,” Valkyrie says firmly. Carol bites her lip and meets her gaze again. “Good girl. Bend over the desk.” 

Carol briefly considers asking why, but at the moment she can’t bring herself to fight Valkyrie’s little game. She moves some stuff out of the way and bends over the desk. She does her best to steady her breathing as she feels Valkyrie’s hands run up the back of her thighs. 

“You’d think that Prince Yan would give his princess a sturdier suit. You know, I bet I could just…” 

Riiiiiiiip.

 “Valkyrie!” 

Valkyrie laughs, giving Carol’s ass a slap as she admires what she’s done. Just as Valkyrie suspected, she was able to poke into one of the tears and fully rip a hole right through the crotch of Carol’s suit. Her cunt is exposed, the pale skin of her ass peeking through the top of the tears as well. Valkyrie steps forward, hips flush against Carol’s ass. 

“Feel that, princess?” Carol groans. “Use your words.” 

“Yes, sir.” Carol gasps as Valkyrie grinds the bulge of her strap into her exposed ass. She tries hiding her face to conceal how flustered she is, but Valkyrie won’t tolerate that. She’s tugged up by her hair, Valkyrie’s lips brushing against her cheek as she speaks lowly to her. 

“Does your husband ever do this for you?” Valkyrie doesn’t expect a response, just chuckling at Carol’s whines. “Does he know what a needy girl you are?” 

“No, sir.” Valkyrie unbuckles her belt, pulling out her strap and nudging the tip between Carol’s already damp folds. Carol shudders, pushing her hips back against the sensation. 

“Greedy, greedy thing. Already trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Valkyrie stands up straighter, but doesn’t release her grip on Carol’s hair, knowing the stinging in her scalp makes Carol as compliant as can be. “You’re getting spoiled, princess. Gonna have to ask nicely for what you want.” 

“Please,” Carol asks softly, voice pitched high as Valkyrie rubs her clit with her strap. “Please, sir. Please fuck me.” 

“Hmm,” Valkyrie releases Carol’s hair and runs her hand down her back, feeling the strong muscles of her back quiver under her touch. “Dunno, that’s not very convincing if you ask me.” 

“Please, daddy, I need you to fuck me!” 

Valkyrie laughs and sinks her cock into Carol’s weeping pussy. Carol lets out a guttural moan, only overshadowed by the wet noises her cunt makes as Valkyrie pounds deep into her. She grips Carol’s hips, pulling her back against her to meet her rough thrusts. 

She loves having Carol like this. The all-powerful Captain Marvel, destroyer of armies and savior of the universe begging for her tight pussy to be ruined by her, shivering under her praise and degradation, weeping in her arms after she’s been thoroughly fucked. 

Carol must have been particularly pent up today, because it doesn’t take much longer for her to be on the edge, a few strokes of Valkyrie’s fingers over her clit and some whispered praises of “Good princess, let go for me. I’ve got you” send her into a shaking mess as she comes. 

She mumbles something incoherent as Valkyrie flips her over, pulling her up to curl against her chest. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you when you’re mumbling.” 

“Thank you,” Carol sighs. 

Valkyrie smiles softly, kissing Carol on the tip of her nose and rubbing her back. “You that tired after one round?” 

“Not tired, just…tired.” 

“Ah, yeah. That really cleared things up.” 

“Shut up.” 

[sliver-lioness]

I needed more cute moments. Happens early in the journey.

Macaque moved through the shadows with ease as he lazily looked around for Wukong. His ear twitched as he still heard the chatter of the group. The other wouldn’t have gone far without him. He paused when he heard muttering and slowly moved towards it.

Spotting the golden fur of his friend sitting at the lake’s edge, he slipped out of the shadows.

“Peaches,” he called with a grin lowering himself as he was getting ready to pounce on his friend. They hadn’t gotten a chance to spar. The monk always broke it up with the circlet, leaving him to take care of the injured king.

Right as he was about to pounce Wukong turned and red eyes met his own. The red was jarring from the usual soft golden color, but it was no less pretty.

After a few seconds of them staring at each other Wukong quickly turned away. His eyes wide with horror, no one was supposed to see, especially not Macaque. He flinched as he caught sight of his reflection in the water.

“I’m sorry. I guess I scared you pretty bad,” Wukong said as he righted his glamors back into place. He glanced at the shadow monkey before looking away quickly. Maybe the other would avoid him for a few days but hopefully it didn't scare him away completely. It was just going to be a few days without holding hands or leaning against him for comfort, hopefully. His chest hurt at the thought of going from hugs and being close every moment they could to nothing.

So wrapped in his head he didn’t notice Macaque moving closer until his chin was gently grabbed and the glamor brushed away. His head was turned so he looked into Macaque’s eyes which were also unglamored at the moment. Macaque waited until he calmed, as Wukong matched his breathing to his.

“I never said I was scared,” Macaque said quietly as he held eye contact. Not looking away or flinching.

With each second in Macaque’s grasp his face slow turned red.

“They look like blood,” he said quietly, not wanting to break this moment. He tried to steel himself surely this would be the moment Macaque would realize and be scared.

“ They look like rubies,” Macaque said, shifting his hand from under Wukong’s chin to cradle his cheek.

Wukong’s face was now nearly as red as his eyes, not sure how to take the compliment. He tried but failed to not tilt his head into the warrior’s hand for a few seconds.

“Stop, you're just being nice,” he said, pushing his hand away and looking down at his lap when he realized what he did.

“Do I ever lie,” Macaque asked with a raised brow.

“No,” Wukong muttered, thinking back to back the times when he was unsure or injured. Macaque may hide information unless asked but he didn’t lie. Especially when it was something that had him so shaken.

“Then trust me your eyes are pretty,” he said, flicking his tail as he tried to catch the king’s eyes but he turned further away from him.

“But they scare people, they aren’t like sunflowers,” he said quietly.

This time Macaque blushed; he didn't think Wukong would have remembered something he said when they were cubs, let alone take it to heart.

“Well now they look like gems sparkling in the moonlight,” he said, leaning against Wukong. He tried not to jump as a tail slowly curled around his own stopping it from moving.

“Thank you,” he heard the other say.

“No problem,” he said as his heart sped up faster as Wukong leaned against him as well. He slowly wrapped an arm around the king’s shoulders and pulled him close. If it was a coincidence his lips brushed against Wukong’s forehead as he did he wouldn’t say.

[silverdragon-imagines-blog]

Another three sentence prompt: support (LU)

"Wild."

"Yes Twilight?"

"You know that I love and support you, right?"

"Yes, you've said that once or twice. Why bring it up?"

"I think my support only goes so far when you come into camp riding a Stalhorse."

"Aw, but Bonesy wouldn't hurt a fly!"

The sound of Twilight's facepalm echoed where they had set up camp for the night.

[silvercaptain24]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums), EPIC: The Musical Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Odysseus & Polites (EPIC: The Musical), Eurylochus & Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical), Odysseus/Penelope (EPIC: The Musical), Athena & Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical), Athena & Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical), Penelope & Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical), Astyanax & Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical), Astyanax & Penelope (EPIC: The Musical), Astyanax & Hermes (EPIC: The Musical), Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical) & Anthiax (OC), Penelope (EPIC: The Musical) & Anthiax (OC), Astyanax & Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical), WHO MADE THAT A TAG I LOVE YOU PEOPLE, Anthiax (OC) & Astyanax (EPIC: The Musical), Telemachus (EPIC: The Musical) & Anthiax (OC), Telemachus & Anthiax & Astyanax, Poseidon (EPIC: The Musical) & Anthiax (OC) Characters: Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical), Penelope (EPIC: The Musical), Athena (EPIC: The Musical), Hermes (EPIC: The Musical), Poseidon (EPIC: The Musical), Telemachus (Epic: The Musical), Astyanax (EPIC: The Musical), Anthiax (OC), Diomedes (EPIC: The Musical) Additional Tags: An AU Of many different kind, I have too many au's, this is so self indulgent, I do not care, Domestic Fluff, Odysseus and Poseidon only get along because they have to co-parent, but they still hate each other's guts, silver stop rambling in the tags challenge, Good Parent Odysseus (EPIC: The Musical), why is that not a tag, Astyanax Lives (EPIC: The Musical), as he should, Hermes is an Agent of Chaos, Little Brother Hermes Supremacy, (I just found that out today and so many things make sense now), Athena is so done, Accidental Baby Acquisition, that's also sort of on purpose, it's complicated okay, surprise adoptions of many different kinds, slight - Freeform, Possessive Behavior, (because Hermes and Poseidon are a bit overprotective when it comes to their kids), Look. Listen., Penelope is the MVP of All Time, and Odysseus may be witty but Penelope is the brains of this relationship, and I will die on this hill okay, Polites is The Man, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse

@ajscico @phantomdecibel @ghostycrow01 @nancyheart11 @teamfortresstwo @treasure-goblin @m1kayu @nerdygirl2023... Ran I know I’m missing you, compy is being weird and won’t let me tag so I’ll tag you once I get on my phone, am I missing anyone else?

[silveringofrose]

A Time for Truth

Time is a soft resonance in

the quiet corridors of

memory where

delicate threads of handwritten

heartache have woven

themselves into

a tapestry of the moments

that slipped

through the sieve of existence

And I had thought I could

fall no further yet

here I

stand on the precipice

of the ephemeral

where dust to dust I will

disappear into the spaces

between what was

a spectral whisper lost

in a wilderness of transient dreams

Moonlight weaves silver through

this realm of shadowed whispers

where

fragments of once

were's etch themselves into

a mosaic

of longing and regret

And I've surrendered to the

cadence of inevitability,

found solace in the rhythm

of stars that

pirouette celestial

elegance as

destiny's ink dries

in the contours of my soul

Yet there is a

truth

that lingers

elusive and

haunting

If I had known what

secrets the constellations

would whisper

what confessions the wind

would make

I don't know that I would

have followed the

compass of those

handwritten heartaches

through the labyrinth of

what could have been

I don't know

that I would have dared

to be standing here

at the crossroads

of existence,

witnessing

the enigma of

my own becoming

[scare-ard--sleigh]

💥 shabbat shalom, new chapter on saturday !!! 💥💖