#THE SANDMAN MASTERLIST

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love? Masterlist

Only four chapters posted and I am losing track, so here you can find it all so you don't get lost!

You can catch all that I'ver written in my AO3

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected, Drama & Romance, Fluff and Angst, eventual smut, mildly dubious consent, denial of feelings, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, regency romance, strangers to lovers, think like a marriage story, falling In love, loss of virginity, masturbation, extramarital affairs

What dreams know about love? (+18)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 (+18)

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12 (+18)

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

[withoutyouimsaskia]

The Sandman Works Masterlist

Hello there! I figured it was about time that I made a comprehensive list of all my fics set in the world of The Sandman so here it goes ❤️

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Table of Contents and Playlist - Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Warnings: language, angst, mentions of graphic night terrors. Smut in later chapters.)

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Sometimes It's Fated

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Coming Soon

Self-insert. AFAB reader. Dark Morpheus. After restoring the Dreaming and locating the missing dreams and nightmares, Morpheus turns his attention to finding you, the human he believes fate has chosen for him. (Warnings: Minors DNI. Dark Morpheus, smut, possessive behaviour, voyeurism, dub con/non con.)

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One Shots

Healed - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You hurt yourself at home and Morpheus tends to you. (Warnings: injury, blood.)

Fever Dream - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You develop a flu-like illness resulting in fever dreams. Morpheus helps you with the nightmares and cares for you. (Warnings: sickness, nightmares, physical intimacy.)

Decisions - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. You and Morpheus are due to attend an Endless family gathering and you ask Morpheus for points on what to wear. (Warnings: physical intimacy, suggestive themes.)

Low - Angst/comfort. Gender neutral reader. Morpheus attempts to bring comfort to a dreamer who is managing depression, while in his cat form. (Warnings: angst, talk of depression.)

Autumn - Fluff. Gender neutral reader. Morpheus has made you a dream based on one of your favourite things and you explore it together. (Warnings: physical intimacy.)

Don't Stop - Smut. You and Morpheus are in the exploratory stages of your relationship. Morpheus asks to worship you, and all is going well. At least, that is, until you start to wake up... (Warnings: Minors DNI. Smut.)

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the sandman masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

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Magic Means Deception | ❄️ Dream of the Endless x Magician!Reader

Left In Hell | 🍓🍓 Dream of the Endless x Musician!Reader

Sounds Like Heaven | 🤸‍♀️🏩🦕Dream of the Endless x Musician!Reader

Songbird |🍓🚧🚧🚧🚧🏩🍳 Dream of the Endless x Musician!Reader

Coffee Nightmare | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Illustrator!Reader

Cake | 🍓🍓🚧🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Out of 9 | 🍓🚧🤸‍♀️🎩 Dream of the Endless x Reader, Corinthian x Reader [Headcanon]

Wrapped Around You | 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Fortune Teller!Reader

P(r.)etty | 🍓🚧🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Doing My Goth Boyfriends Makeup! (I had to beg [my knees hurt ]) |🍓🚧🚀🚀  Dream of the Endless x Reader

Skin | 🍓🍓🚧 Dream of the Endless x Reader

"TEACHER! HE HAS MARKER IN HIS EYES!" | 🍓🍓🚀 Dream of the Endless x Preschool Teacher!Reader

Granny’s Superstitions | 🍓 ❄️❄️🍳 Dream of the Endless x College Student!Reader

First Love | ❄️❄️❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Headlock Of Love | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 Dream of the Endless x Valkyrie!Reader

Dream, The Big, Touch Deprived Puppy | 🍓🚧 Dream of the Endless x Reader 

Birthday Girl | 🍓🍓🚀🚀🦕 Dream of the Endless & Dream!Reader

Christmas Lover | 🍓🍓🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Over It | 🚧🚧🚧 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Through The Dark | ❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Immortal!Reader

Thorn At My Side | ❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Beer | 🍓❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Not Enough | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Oh, Don’t Be Like That | ❄️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader

Inside My Mind | ❄️🚧🎩🎩🏩🍳 Dream of the Endless x Opera Singer!Reader

Hold My Hand | 🍓���‍♀️🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

As You Command | 🚧🚧🚧 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Da Bootie | 🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

I’ll Protect Your Heart | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Hello There! | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Prince Of Stories | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️Dream of the Endless x Reader

Seconds Into Centuries | 🍓❄️ Dream of the Endless & Dream!Reader

A Thing Of Beauty | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Never Hurt | 🍓🍓🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

What Was That? | 🍓🤸‍♀️🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Dawn of the Endless | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Hob Gadling x Endless!Reader, Dream of the Endless & Twin sister!Reader

Blood Thirsty | ❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Baked Brie (With Extra Jelly) | 🍓🍓🍓🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Papa! Papa! | 🍓🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Make It Last Forever | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Caged | 🍓🚧🚧🚧🏩🍳🍳 Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Petty And Yours | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🚧🚧🚧🚧🏩🏩🍳🍳🍳 Dream of the Endless x Demon Hunter!Reader

Why Are You Here? | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Mortality | ❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Gadling!Reader

Harbinger Of The Dusk | 🍓🍓🍳🦕 Dream of the Endless x Angel!Reader

Holy | 🍓🍓 Dream of the Endless x Angel!Reader

Oh My Darling | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️Dream of the Endless x Reader

Star Collector | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Fae!Reader

Marshies | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Dream of the Endless x Reader + Destruction of the Endless x Reader

A Lesson Of Tongues | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless & Angel!Reader

School Of Rock | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Orpheus & Sister!Reader, Dream of the Endless & Daughter!Reader

Rain Drops | ❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Didi’s Brother | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🦕 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Unturned Stones��| ❄️❄️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Good Thing | 🚧🚧🚧🦕 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Gorgon | 🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Goddess!Reader

The Dreaming Estate | 🏩🦕 Dream of the Endless x Gadling!Reader + Corinthian x Gadling!Reader

Potato Chips | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Kryptonian!Reader

I Know All | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

Reborn & Remade | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀 Dream of the Endless x Reader (& The Corinthian)

Aisle 43 | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Dream of the Endless x Reader

The Pretender | 🍓🏩 Dream of the Endless x Reader

Wayne!Sister Universe

A Goth & An Emo Walk Into the Room | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🏩 Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Vengeance & Nightmares | ❄️🤸‍♀️🏩 Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Green With Envy (& Oliver) | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🏩 Dream of the Endless x Wayne!Reader + Oliver Queen x Wayne!Reader, Bruce Wayne & Sister!Reader

Actor Fic

Wild Child | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🏩 Tom Sturridge x Princess!Reader

[solitaryearthperson]

The Sandman Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless

Insomniac - After meeting Hob, Morpheus goes to the diner next door and meets an insomniac.

Favorite - The reader asks Morpheus questions about himself and the Dreaming.

Desire of the Endless

A Purpose - The reader summons Desire of the Endless.

Cross My Heart - Interrupting your dream, you wonder why Desire doesn’t want you around their brother.

Death of the Endless

None yet

Series 

None Yet

More to come....

[lilmoony]

🍄 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 🍄

𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 🌼

𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 🌼

𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 🌼

𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟 🌼

𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 🌼

𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 🌼

𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕖 🌼

𝕤𝕚𝕩 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤 🌼

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕞𝕒𝕟 🌼

𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 🌼

𝕨𝕖𝕕𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 🌼

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕥 🌼

[thoughtsfromlayla]

26 Ways of Taking You Series Masterlist

26 Worlds, 26 ways of pleasure

All of these stories are not connected so you can jump around as you like. There will only be 26 prompts in this list, one for each letter of the alphabet.

MDNI - 18+! This entire series is explicit!

Each piece will go into deeper warning tags, please be mindful of your consumption!

♡ Yours, Layla

Main Masterlist

⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧ ₊ ☽ ◯ ☾ ₊ ‧ ⁺ ˖ ⋆

A for Aphrodisiac (18+): ~2.2k words

✧ On a quest to save your little brother, you and your fated companion Dream of the Endless, run into a small problem in Aphrodite's Temple.

B for Breeding (18+): ~1.7k words

✧ You, Swan Maiden of the Lake become King Morpheus's favorite concubine, but it's not enough.

C for Cockwarming (18+): ~770 words

✧ You and Dream come to a compromise after you asked for some "space." It never ends well for you, does it?

D for Doggy (18+): ~2.9k words

✧ How does an Endless teach you a lesson? Maybe on your hands and knees.

E for Edging (18+): ~4k words

✧ Hell hath no pettiness like a woman ignored.

F for Face Sitting (18+): ~1.4k words

✧ You've waited for 106 years for an apology. So an apology you shall receive.

G for Grinding (18+): ~700 words

✧ Your famous last words: "until my thighs fall off"

H for Heat (18+): ~1.5k words

✧ Dream comes back victorious, helm in hand, after his duel with Lucifer but he comes back to you amidst a horrible heat.

I for Incubus (18+): ~2.9k words

✧ You suppose the deal technically went correctly, but when the incubus said he required your life force, you thought he meant... well your life.

J for Joyride (18+): ~1.6k words

✧ You meet an absolute dream boat after coming out of the theaters with your friends. He promises you the ride of your life.

K for Kleptomaniac (18+): ~1.5k words

✧ You, Lucienne, and Johanna Constantine have decided to go on a girl's trip. Therefore, Morpheus was not invited and in his desperate yearning to have you by his side again, he steals something of yours.

L for Lactation (18+): ~1.7k words

✧ Pregnant with his child and in pain, Morpheus helps release some stress.

M for Muzzle (18+)

N for Neighbor (18+)

O for Offerings (18+)

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More to be added soon ❀❀❀

[lazycats-stuff]

Main Masterlist

Sandman (Netflix)

Sandman (Morpheus)

The Corinthian

Lucifer

Desire

DC

Bruce Wayne

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Batfamily - adult reader and Batfamily - child/teen

Clark Kent

Ra's Al Ghul

COD MWII

Poly/Platonic/Monogamous 141 and Los Vaqueros

Series/Multichapter

The New Heir

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

UPDATE: 30.07.2024

NOTE: You can find other masterlists in my mother masterlist

I have updated the following masterlists:

Marauders Era Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Golden Trio Era (Slytherin) - One Shots/Drabbles

Sandman - Series

Sandman - One Shots/Drabbles

Bucky Barnes Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Avengers Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Avatar: The Last Airbender Masterlist - Zuko - One Shots/Drabbles

Avatar: The Last Airbender Masterlist - Zuko - Series

Golden Trio Era (Slytherin) - Series

Genshin Impact Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Avatar: The Last Airbender Masterlist - Gaang - One Shots/Drabbles

Criminal Minds Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Bucky Barnes Masterlist - Series

Min Yoongi Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Avatar Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

OT7 Masterlist - In Progress

OT7 Masterlist - Completed Series

Cillian Murphy and his Characters Masterlist - One Shot/Drabbles

Moon Knight Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

[alexusonfire]

♡•Gwendoline Christie Masterlist•♡

♡•Lucifer Morningstar•♡

♡•Larissa Weems•♡

♡•Brienne of Tarth•♡

♡•Jane Murdstone•♡

♡•Lady Jane•♡

♡•Commander Lyme•♡

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love?

Chapter 16

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

TW: Abortion as an option, light violence between sisters

If I forgot any TW, please let me know!

The lake shimmered beneath the gentle rays of the afternoon sun, its surface dotted with the occasional ripple where a stray leaf or bird’s feather met the water. Surrounding the lake were tall trees whose branches swayed lazily, offering shade from the warmth above. The breeze was soft, warm tender even, brushing through the reeds at the water's edge. It was a typical summer day and one could easily hear the buzzing of cicadas all afternoon. It was a place designed for peace, a sanctuary of nature where the muses often congregated for lazy leisure and might enjoy each other’s company undisturbed by the chaos of gods and mortals. And yet, tension now held the air hostage.

What was meant to be an afternoon of gentle persuasion had already turned sour.

Calliope sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the far side of the lake, with her back turned away from her sister. The gentle overture from Polyhymnia, the eldest of the muses, to begin the conversation—one that every muse but Calliope knew to be the very purpose of this gathering—had met with quiet resistance. What began as a moment of peaceful indulgence, as Polyhymnia softly brushed her hair in that familiar sisterly manner, soon transformed into a posture of defiance, quickened by the shift in the air, her sisters encircling her as if she were some creature ensnared. Their expressions ranging from concern and frustration.

“She is a spoiled child who saw something she could not have and worked in a devious way to take it!” Calliope’s voice rang out, raw with the emotion she could no longer suppress. Her dark eyes flashed with fury, but beneath that fiery surface, tears glistened, threatening to spill. Her sisters had ambushed her, invited her under false pretenses to what she believed would be a tranquil afternoon. Instead, they had brought their judgment, their warnings, and she could no longer bear the condescending in their demeanor.

“Sister!” Polyhymnia’s tone was sharp, her face marked with the effort of maintaining composure. “Do not speak of what you do not understand.” Her dark brows knitted together, and for the first time in this conversation, her regal calm began to waver. She had promised herself, and the others, that they would approach Calliope with reason, that their words would be tempered with love and concern, the way that was always the best to talk to Calliope, the only way to make her listen. But how difficult it was when faced with such stubbornness, such blindness.

Polyhymnia’s figure, always elegant, now felt rigid. Her dark, braided hair, so carefully woven into a crown, stood in contrast to the loose, windswept strands that framed Calliope’s tear-streaked face. Both sisters, mirror images in appearance, now seemed so far apart.

“What is there to understand?” Calliope spat, turning to face the older sister, even if it felt almost unbearable. “She got what she wanted, didn’t she? She trapped him, and Desire helped her. They plotted together to force him into this—this cage of a marriage!”

At this, Polyhymnia’s lips thinned, her patience unraveling thread by thread. But before she could form a response, Erato stepped forward, her eyes burning with righteous anger. "Is that the sweet lie Oneiros has been feeding you?” Her voice, sharp as a blade, cut through the air between them. Erato’s cheeks flushed with the heat of her own frustration, the kind that only sisters can invoke in one another. Though a few years older than Calliope, she moved with the restlessness of youth, her steps quick as she paced in front of the group. “Does he truly make you believe he is some victim of love, poor and powerless in the hands of a scheming queen?”

Polyhymnia sighed, casting a glance at Erato—her warning unheeded. She had told her sister not to let her closeness with Lady Love cloud the conversation. Erato and Calliope always had friction between them, disagreeing on even the most mundane topics, and Polyhymnia was clear that Erato should not let the emotions of the heart interfere with the delicate matter at hand. But now it was too late.

Her devotion to Lady Love had always made her the first to rush to protect the queen, and judge anyone that dares to speak ill of her. It could almost be compared to the devotion of cupids, although they would not like to be compared. And it showed now in every line of Erato's body.

“He is not kind to her, Calliope. Oneiros treats her with cruelty,” Clio interjected quietly, her voice steady, calm—too calm. She emerged from the lake, her red hair dripping as she wrung it out with slow deliberation, as if the conversation was but a trivial matter.

Calliope’s breath hitched. That calm tone unnerved her more than Erato’s fire. Clio, ever the pragmatist, always seemed to know more than she let on, as she was a specialist on every subject in the universe. And Calliope always believed in her sister's wisdom, now however it sounded as over-the-top pretentiousness. The younger muse looked up at her, seeing in her sister's expression not malice, but pity. And that, she could not abide.

“And what of it?” she replied, her voice now cold, detached. “He is cruel because she deserves it. He punishes her for what she took from him. A fitting retribution for all that she has deprived him of.”

In an instant, the air seemed to still. Polyhymnia’s breath caught, and the others exchanged startled glances. Then, with a sudden, sharp movement, Polyhymnia’s hand connected with Calliope’s cheek, the slap echoing in the quiet, idyllic scene. Not even the buzzing of cicadas could be heard.

Calliope’s hand flew to her cheek, stunned. She had not expected this. Not from Polyhymnia. A deep sense of betrayal flooded her, mingling with the stinging pain of the slap. She opened her mouth to speak but found no words, only a raw, wounded silence.

Polyhymnia’s chest heaved with the effort of regaining control, her hand still trembling slightly from the force of the blow. She never raised her hand to any of her sisters, she never resorted to violence and her immediate instinct was to hug Calliope, and beg for forgiveness. A quick glance at Clio, who locked eyes with Poly, gave her the strength to keep her stance. This was bigger than Calliope’s feelings. This was for her own good. “You defend a man who punishes his wife, and for what? A fleeting love that cannot last?” Her voice softened, but the steel remained. “This affair... it must end, Calliope.”

“She deserves it,” Calliope whispered, her voice barely audible, her pride still clinging to the remnants of defiance. Her sisters exchanged glances, even Euterpe, Melpomene, Thalia, Terpsichore, Urania who let the older ones guide the conversation, sitting on the side, realized with the exhausted sigh of Poly. They were no longer listening to her as a sister, but as a threat to their way of life.

Clio stepped forward, her eyes hard. If love and gentleness didn’t resolve, maybe rationality would. “And what of us, Calliope? What do we deserve? The wrath of the Queen of Four Loves for your defiance?”

The muses all knew what that meant. Lady Love’s sisters, the Ladies of Emotion, were known throughout the realms for their beauty, gracefulness, the embodiment of every form of feeling— They were good sisters, and loving nieces to the Aunts, but they were also known for their ruthless and unforgiving nature. Each had their way of exacting revenge. Honesty and Pride were quick to act when their husbands strayed, they had a tendency for the drama, crafting the bloodiest violent scenes as lessons to their husband.

Not that it worked, as their husbands were equally kin on bloodshed, feeling more proud and enticed by their wives. It is what Lady Honesty called “games of love”. Melancholy and Happiness had more long-term provoked suffering, playing with the lovers' emotion until they themselves ended their lives. Love didn’t agree with her sisters, and they would often fight when it came to discussion. Love used to say that they should punish their husbands for the infidelity, not the affairs they search for. Her sisters always disdain her opinion, saying that she would understand when she got a husband of their own.

Eoster promised herself to her if it ever came to infidelity, she would punish her husband and hold no ill against their lover. But more than often she broke that promise, and hated Calliope and referred to her by despicable names when fighting with Morpheus. Eoster knew it would elicit a reaction from him, she would have his attention, and after she hated herself for it, to reach so low, and found herself wanting her husband to defend her honor against the gossip and awful whispers that called her frigid and unfit, as he defended Calliope’s to her. But even in her lowest moments, Aphrodite never thought to resort to her sisters’ tricks and games. The muses however couldn’t know this, they couldn’t be certain, and they couldn’t risk it. It was for Calliope's own good and survival.

“If Lady Love chooses to punish you…,” Clio said, her voice now edged with fear, “She may be softer, but do not think her heart will remain unscathed by your defiance. She may not draw blood as Pride and Honesty do, but she can withhold her blessings, and with them, the very inspiration that keeps us alive.” Calliope’s sisters feared not just for her, but for themselves. They could not afford to anger the Queen of Love, the one who controlled mortal desires, the very prayers that sustained the Muses’ power.

Polyhymnia’s eyes hardened, her voice unwavering. “The mortals pray to us because they are moved by Love, Calliope. The songs, the poems, the art—it all begins with her. And if she turns away from them, if she takes away that spark… what would become of us?”

Calliope’s heart sank. She knew the weight of those words. Without the prayers, without the devotion of mortals, the Muses would fade. And it was all tied to Love, the queen whose influence stretched farther than even they could see.

“Oneiros won’t allow her. He promised me…” Calliope began, but her words sounded hollow even to her.

“Promised you?” Clio cut her off with a cold laugh. “What good are his promises when our very existence hangs in the balance? He will protect his queen, his soul, not you. You are a passing affair. She wears the crown.”

Polyhymnia stepped forward, her voice firm but tinged with sorrow. “You must understand, Calliope. This is not just about you or your heart. This is about all of us. We cannot risk losing everything for the sake of your… infatuation.”

Tears welled in Calliope’s eyes, but this time, they were not born of anger. They were tears of realization, of betrayal. Her sisters—her family—were not standing by her out of love or concern for her well-being. They were protecting themselves, preserving their own power.

Melpomene with her melodic voice, spoke for the first time, without directly facing Calliope, her tone different from all the others, she didn’t seem like to be talking directly to them, but to an invisible audience preaching a prophecy, her voice was distant “When push comes to shove, he will have one choice only. And she is the one sitting by his side, wearing his crown. She is, and always will be, his queen.”

Calliope looked at each of them, searching for a sign that they still cared for her, that their words came from love. But all she saw was fear—fear for their power, for their survival. They used the worry for her as an excuse to veil their desire of self preservation. The bond they shared, as muses, as sisters, had been broken, replaced by cold practicality.

She stood, feeling the sting of betrayal heavier than the slap across her cheek. She had lost her sisters.

—------------------ Calliope sat at the edge of the bed, her thoughts swirling as heavily as the storm outside the window. Her fingers rested on her belly, a gentle gesture, yet one laden with uncertainty. The Three stood before her, their dark chitons contrasting sharply against her pale gown, their presence an embodiment of fate and finality.

“My child,” the Mother began, her voice both tender and admonishing, “I feel for your tears, but you were warned. You were advised against this.”

Calliope had hesitated to summon them, but the silence of her sisters and the weight of her secret had driven her to desperation. She could no longer bear the burden alone. Weeks had passed without her monthly bleeding, and as the truth of her condition settled in, fear took its place. Oneiros had to know—yet how? How could she speak of the life growing inside her when the very act of creating it was shrouded in betrayal?

She could almost see the dream she once had, seemingly a lifetime ago, before the complications. Calliope watches them from the window from the same bedroom she sat now. A child wrapped in Morpheus’s arms, eyes like the starry skies of the Dreaming, cherished by the Lord of Dreams, as Morpheus would cradle him with the same tenderness he once held for her. How Morpheus would love him, their child, his child. She knew that, just as surely as she knew the stars would continue to shine. A father of stories would fill their child’s nights with tales of the Dreaming. In another life, perhaps, it would be a perfect future. But perfection, Calliope now knew, was fragile.

“It is the last time,” said the Crone, disapproval dripping from her lips as if she had already judged Calliope’s heart. “That is what she said, the last time,” echoed the Maiden, sitting beside Calliope and placing a compassionate arm around her shoulders.

Every breath Calliope took seemed to make the room smaller, as though the air itself was pushing in on her. “Please, my mothers, what shall I do? I crave your guidance.” A blessing it should be. A blessing that belongs only in that perfect life in her dream life.

Because the moment the universe learned of this child, the whispers, and gossip would become insufferable. A scandal, which according to Oneiros, was all that Love wanted to avoid. The Lady of Love herself floated through socials with her sweet, brittle smile and gentle manners. But a child would be different. No amount of feigned ignorance or public pleasantries would quell the storm that would follow.

Calliope knew little of Eoster beyond her public mask—preaching love, displaying polite affection for her husband, always by his side, with her hand holding his arm, in a way that grated on Calliope’s nerves. She expected to see a fracture in her facade or regret, but the Lady of Springs was always composed. In private, Eoster was miserable; Calliope knew this. And yet, despite her misery, the queen had never directly harmed her. She didn’t torture her by any means. But could she trust that?

Eoster might not harm the child, but Calliope didn’t know that. What guarantees did she have, besides Morpheus' word?

And worse— She could see the future as clearly as she could feel the weight in her womb—Morpheus loving their child, yes, but unable to silence the outside judgment. He could not protect him from the scorn of entities, nor from the cruelty of his own family. What would be his place in the universe? The opinion of others might not be relevant to the Dream King, but to a child, it might shape their future.

“I see it,” Calliope whispered, her voice trembling. “I see the life we could have. The child would be so adored by his father, loved as no child could dream to be loved. But...”

Her voice faltered as the weight of the decision pressed down upon her.”My mothers, What would you have me do?” She repeat the question, craving for an answer, for an solution made by others. If she kept the child, he would be a source of joy, but also a source of endless conflict. Their son would grow up knowing he was not entirely welcome, his very existence a reminder of the broken vows of a True Marriage. Would Eoster ever allow Calliope’s child to feel love? Or would she punish him by devoiding him from the feeling? An empty shell, never satisfied, never knowing what is missing.

“It is not a question of what we would have you do,” replied the Mother, her expression softening as she seated herself beside Calliope. “It is a question of what your heart will allow.”

Calliope’s gaze fell to the small cup in the Crone’s hands. The tea was warm, fragrant, almost inviting. “Poppy for a dreamless sleep,” said the Mother. “Peony and safflower to ease your pains, and honey to sweeten the bitterness.”

She stared at the cinnamon-colored liquid, her heart pounding in her chest. How easy it would be—just a sip, and the terrible weight that had settled in her bones would lift. Maybe in a few decades she would tell him. What would he think of her then? Morpheus would forgive her, embrace her, soothe her pain, but beneath that forgiveness would always lie a wound—a wound that would never heal, because she had taken away something he would have loved beyond all measure. He would always feel betrayed, even if he never said it aloud.

The Maiden’s voice broke her thoughts. “What pains you now will not pain you any longer.”

But Calliope’s hands were already trembling. Could she live knowing that she had denied her child the life he could have had, the father who would have adored him, all because she feared entities whose whole lives revolve around gossiping and whispering lies? Could she truly carry on, lying beside him, pretending as though nothing had happened?

She looked at the tea again, the weight of her decision pressing down harder with every passing second. She imagined again her child in Morpheus’s arms, the life they could share together. But then the universe’s whispers crept in—the cruel, cutting judgments, the sarcastic jokes and mean laughs, the reminders that their love was hurting love itself.

The Mother’s voice broke through her thoughts, gentle yet firm. “A child can be a blessing.”

“And a curse,” added the Crone, her tone far less comforting. “What the Dream Lord gives to one, he denies to another.” Calliope closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She had made her choice, though the weight of it bore heavily on her heart. “I will talk to Oneiros,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

The Three exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. The Mother spoke softly. “Guard your heart, for his answer may not be what you wish it to be.”

“And yet,” the Maiden added, “perhaps it will be.”

Calliope swallowed hard, fear and hope warring within her. Whatever path she chose, it was clear: there would be no peace. Whether she kept the child or ended its life, the scars would remain forever. Yet one thing she knew—she could not bear the weight of this choice alone. Morpheus had to know, and together they would face whatever came.

But the final words from the Three echoed loudest of all, chilling her to the bone. “Remember dear Calliope, if you keep this child, it will never be entirely only your son. It belongs to the Dreaming, and tragedy follows the Dream King.”

—------------------ They had a home, the Dream King and Calliope. It wasn't a palace, like the one in the Dreaming or the one in the Garden. It was a quiet home nestled within a secluded glade, where the trees whispered ancient secrets, and the light filtered through leaves in soft, golden dapples. It was their escape from both their realities. And Calliope and Morpheus were content there, the best they could, taking the circumstances. The land around them was pastoral, untouched by time—wildflowers spilled across the meadow, and a gentle stream wound lazily through the valley. It was a place that seemed to belong more to myth than reality, where dreams and reality blurred together, a sanctuary for their love.

In the early days, the thought of ending her pregnancy had never truly surfaced in their conversation. Calliope’s worry were clouded by the unexpected emotion by her so often introspective king. Morpheus had cradled her growing belly with tender reverence, his dark eyes softened by the love he felt for the life within her. Orpheus grew in their little bubble, they had built dreams of their son, untarnished by the harshness of the universe beyond. And Calliope had been cherished, adored by the Lord of Dreams as if nothing else mattered.

But no child can be forever protected, and Orpheus grew into a fine gentleman, and gifted of music. He was enamored by life and nature, and soon, against his mother’s wishes, started to frequent socials, only from the greek pantheon, which Aphrodite was usually absent. His charisma and harmonic voice, inherited from his mother, soon made him a dear guest at any greek social. Both Calliope and Morpheus forbade him from going to any universal manifestation meeting. Until one day his eyes turned to a girl that always ran way, but in early spring, decided to stay longer than usual, to celebrate the spring solstice and the good fortune that came from mortal’s abundant harvest.

And from a young love, the promised tragedy came.

“I am going to kill her!” Calliope's voice, raw from endless weeping, cracked with a fierce determination as Morpheus appeared, his presence still and impenetrable as ever. Her face was gaunt, cheeks hollow from the toll grief had taken. She had not truly slept since Orpheus' death, haunted by the cruel fate that had befallen her son.

Morpheus stood there, watching her, his expression unchanged—a figure wrapped in shadows, the weight of the Dreaming ever present in his silence.

“My beloved, calm down,” he said, his voice low, distant. But the words felt empty to her, hollow like the chasm now carved into her heart.

“Calm down? She killed him, Morpheus!” Calliope’s fists clenched, her eyes wild with fury. “She used that girl—Eurydice! She took him from us on the day of their wedding, trapped him in darkness. Our dear boy…”she wailed, her voice thick with sorrow. “He will hate the Underworld. He loved the sun, the earth, the very breath of life. And now... now, he is lost, forever entrapped, his soul, his poor soul.” Her sobs broke free again, as though the tears would never end.

Morpheus said nothing. He simply held her, as he had done countless times before, letting the storm of her grief rage while he remained the silent center. Rain began to fall in the Dreaming, clouds swirling above, a reflection of Calliope’s inner torment. He, however, was removed from it. His thoughts drifted to the Garden, to the figure of Love, serene in her eternal role, utterly unaware of this grief. He hadn’t seen Eoster in what felt like an age. The thought of her, oddly, surfaced now, perhaps jealousy of her unremarkable week. The bond was quiet, it has been for a few thousand of years.

Calliope’s tear-streaked face turned up toward him. “Promise me you will bring her to justice. Promise me that you will make her pay.” Morpheus’ eyes darkened. “Calliope... Eoster had nothing to do with this.”

“How can you be so sure?!” Her voice broke with disbelief. “There was a mortal girl, Morpheus. He followed her because he loved her. Loved, Morpheus. Does that sound familiar to you?”

He averted his gaze, jaw tight. “I warned him. I told him not to pursue Eurydice.”

“And that is all you have to say?” Her voice trembled with rising anger. “You warned him?” She scoffed bitterly. “She despised him. She despised me. Her sisters, her aunts, her cupids, her circle of protégés—they all called him a bastard behind your back, they shunned your son. Who do you think allowed that?”

“They needed no permission to behave as they did. Eoster does not control them any more than I can control the tides of time. She would not—”

“Why are you defending her?” Calliope’s voice was raw with accusation. “Orpheus’ blood is barely cold, and you’re here defending her! Why are you not feeling this? Why are you not seeking justice for your own flesh and blood? He was your son!”

Morpheus’ voice hardened, though his expression barely shifted. “Do not mistake my restraint for indifference. I grieve our son. But I will not be ruled by madness.” “Madness?” she spat. “Is that what you call a mother’s grief?” Her breath caught as she trembled. “How can you be so... How can you not see that she is responsible for this?”

His voice was ice, unyielding. “Eoster would never harm a child. She is the queen of love, of family. She would not break her vows so easily.”

Calliope's laughter came sharp and bitter. “Easily?” She whipped a tear from the side of her eye” Wouldn’t be the first time she’s bent her ‘sacred vows’ to get what she wants.”

A brief flicker of emotion crossed Morpheus’ face—something too fleeting to grasp. He inhaled deeply, grounding himself in the calm he always maintained. “Do not speak of what you don’t understand.” It was difficult to explain the bond, how he could be certain that Eoster had nothing to do with it. How he could vouch for her innocence even after years of not seeing her. How he knew her nature even if he didn’t properly know his wife as one often does.

“No. You’re right. I don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can stand there defending her—defending the woman who has scorned us since the day of that accursed marriage, who has despised your son from the moment of his birth.”

Silence.

Something dark and cold settled in her gaze as she looked at him.”Oh, I see” Calliope let out a sharp, mirthless laugh, one that sent shivers through the cold air. “She’s pregnant, isn’t she?” Her voice dropped to a low, venomous whisper. “That’s why you don’t care. She’s carrying your heir—your legitimate heir.” Morpheus’ brow furrowed, his face set like stone. “Calliope, that is not—”

“That’s why!” she cried, interrupting him, voice rising in hysteria. “That’s why you defend her! You have a new child to look forward to, a new legacy to secure. You won’t accuse the mother of your ‘legitimate’ heir, will you?”

His voice, usually a command in the realms of dream and reality, faltered for the briefest of moments. “Do you hear yourself? I know you are in pain, but do not twist this into something it is not.”

Her eyes blazed. “When push comes to shove, you’ll have only one choice.”

“What?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but filled with a deep, unspoken sorrow.

“You’ll choose her. The one wearing the crown. Sitting by your side.” Calliope’s voice was cold now, final.

Morpheus moved closer, trying to reach her with words, with a touch—but she recoiled.

“Get out,” she demanded, her voice barely audible.

“Calliope, please...”

“Get out!” she screamed, her face twisted in grief, in rage.

Morpheus stood there, the weight of centuries pressing down on him, but his expression remained impassive. He gave a small nod, turned, and walked away.

Even as the pocket sand wrapped him, Calliope’s heartache echoed through the emptiness, and Morpheus was left to face the terrible truth—he could not bridge the gap between them. She would always hate him, see him as the one who could not protect their child.

And somewhere in the depths of his silence, he knew she was right.

@secretdreamlandmentality @littlemoistcarrot @lokigirlszendaya @notyourwildestdream @roxytheimmortal

[atypical-artisan]

Canon vs Headcanon/how I color eye colors for the boxers:

Decided to do this for shits n giggles and so others could have a bit of reference for the boxer's eye colors

Mac:

Eyes are a teal color in canon and I tend to color them the same shade due to them being unavoidably obvious. Kinda wish they were canonically brown tbh.

Doc:

Can't tell, though I figure they're brown and color them as such.

Joe

Hard to impossible to tell from the 2D art but the in game model has them as brown!! I make them a slightly lighter, warm shade of brown because it reminds me of coffee.

I honestly think he looks best w brown eyes cause it compliments his warm toned color scheme and goes w his association w bread and coffee.

Kaiser

Can be seen in the 2d art has a muted shade of green, almost greyish, on the 3D model they are black. I color them a darker, more saturated shade, like army green, just for fun.

DIsco

His eyes are colored black in the 2d are and we can't see anything for the 3d model to see his eye color. I color them brown cause that makes the most sense to me.

In my art, his eyes are a very dark, but still visibly distinguished, shade of brown. A bit darker than Joe's but lighter than Hondo's or Hippos.

Hippo

Eyes are black dots in the 2D art and 3D model. I color them a very dark shade of brown, darker than Disco's but lighter than Hondo's.

Hondo

In the game and 2D art, his pupils are huge but there's no distinguishing between his iris and pupil, therefore his irises are most likely meant to be black. I color them almost-black.

Bear

In the 2D art his eyes are blue! You have to zoom in a lot but it is visible. In game his eyes are just black. I color his eyes a dark shade of blue.

Tiger

Eye color isn't visible in the 2D art but the game shows they're a muted dark brown. I Color them a very rich and dark shade of brown.

Don

Hard to tell between black and brown in the 2D art but the game has his eyes be a rich, dark shade of brown. By chance, I happen to color his eyes almost the exact color.

Aran

His eyes are a dark blue in the 2D art and teal-ish in game. His beta contender intro (Here) also showed his eyes to be a darker blue. I color them as a darker blue myself.

Soda

Can't really be told in the 2D art, the game has them as black. I color his eyes hazel cause i think it's pretty :)

Bull

Okay so Bull seems to have at least 3 different shades of brown. His title defense art looks to have hazel eyes while his contender art has a very pale caramel brown, almost the same shade as his skin.

However, his in-game model has dark reddish-brown eyes. We also have to consider that his Super Punch out edition has bright blue eyes *Shudders*. So he either has a lot of contacts or multiple clones, you decide.

I color his eyes a medium brown, just a tad darker than Joe's.

Macho

The 2D art looks like a light brown to me, but the 3D model has no coloring. I color Macho's eyes as a medium-dark brown.

Sandy

In the 2D art, his eyes look brown, but the game has them as black. I color his eyes as an almost-black brown.

[aphroditelovesu]

Please excuse me, but the links on your masterlists aren't working. Maybe you could redo the links?

Of course, I don't know why they're not working and I'll fix them soon, but for now I'll leave the links here, I hope it works this time:

Yandere BTS Masterlist

Yandere BLACKPINK Masterlist

Yandere ITZY Masterlist

Yandere Stray Kids Masterlist

Yandere Greek Mythology Masterlist

Yandere Egyptian Mythology Masterlist

Yandere Historical Characters Masterlist

Yandere TVD/TO Masterlist

Yandere House of the Dragon Masterlist

Yandere Percy Jackson Masterlist

Yandere Harry Potter Masterlist

Yandere Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Masterlist

Yandere Attack on Titan Masterlist

Yandere Marvel Masterlist

Yandere The Sandman Masterlist

Yandere Outlander Masterlist

Yandere Wednesday Masterlist

Love Letters Masterlist

New Masterpost here

If any of the links aren't working (within each masterlist), let me know. Last time I checked just now they are all working fine.

~ Lady L

[scifrey]

FANFICTION MASTERPOST

Hob Adherent Series

(The Sandman, extended Gaiman-verse)

Hob Gadling is a clingy bastard, and he’s not ashamed to admit it. He clings to life. He clings to hope. He clings to his love of humanity. He clings to his Stranger. He also, unfortunately, has a habit of clinging to his name.

Which means that when the BBC is looking for a new pet history expert to appear in their educational docudrama series “Elizabethan Manor,” they’re overjoyed to find a professor who (according to their meticulous research) is actually descended from the Master of the National Trust building they’re filming in - Gadlen House.

Only Hob knows how right they are.

Cling Fast

Carpe Diem

Hold Tight 

Keepsakes

The F-Words Series (the Rovai-verse)

(Loki, MCU; based on the art of @alicerovai)

Loki has fallen for false promises, fallen for Odin's lies, fallen off of a bridge, fallen into the wrong hands... can he let himself fall into the arms of a potential rescuer? Or will he just end up falling for another trick?

Fall

Fold 

Fight

Flirt 

Forgive 

To A Stranger

(Sherlock, Performance in a Leading Role by @madlori)

Here - for the first time - is the screenplay for the unexpected and sizzling hit which swept awards shows; was lauded in Time, Variety, and major publications the world over; snagged a Best Actor Oscar for first-time nominee John Watson; heralded a revolution in LQBTQA+ cinema; and was the catalyst for the incredible romantic journey of two of the greatest actors of our generation.

The Heart of the TARDIS

Rose: Feels to me like a temper tantrum because it can't get it's own way.

The Doctor: It's scared. Come on, you were a kid once.

Rose: Yes, and I know what kids can be like. Right little terrors. I've got cousins. Kids can't have it all their own way. That's part of being a family.

The Doctor: What about trying to understand them?

Rose: Easy for you to say. You don't have kids.

The Doctor: I was a Dad once.

Rose: What did you say?

--"Fear Her"

Respected

(Stargate: Atlantis, Torchwood)

Ianto Jones only wanted a nice, quiet beer. And maybe some damned respect, already.

Tobogganing Series

(Stargate: Atlantis, Casper)

When Johnny Sheppard was ten years old, he begged his father for a toboggan for Christmas.

He Kissed Me First 

(Stargate: Atlantis, The Farm in Iowa-verse by @sheafrotherdon)

"Rodnies? Rodneys? Rodni? How do you conjugate the plural?" John wondered.

The Once And Future Kingdom 

(Stargate: Atlantis, Merlin)

"I am Prince Arthur of Camelot!" the boy in the chainmail said. For a small, infinitesimal moment, Rodney considered losing it.

"Right, Prince Arthur, the Prince Arthur," Rodney scoffed instead. "And I'm Merlin."

The dark haired boy that stood a few paces behind his golden Prince cleared his throat. "Uh, no," he said, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, "Actually, I am."

Right, of course. Because this totally was Rodney's LIFE.

The Driver 

(Agent Carter, Captain America, British Royalty RPF)

“What?” Dum Dum asked, prodding his seatmate in the ribs with his meaty elbow for the umpteenth time. “Seriously, Falsy, what?”

“Squirfle,” the Brit said, or something like it. His face, under the mustache, had turned an amusing shade of puce that was rapidly verging on the alarming.

“Yeah, buddy, I know she’s pretty, but she’s just a dame, ain’t she?” Dum Dum said. He jerked his head at their driver. She was just a short brown-blonde coif from the back, though from his position against the side of the transportation jeep, Dum Dum could make out a smooth, pale cheek, an archly-painted eyebrow, and impeccable red lips.

The Nihongo Series

(Stargate: Atlantis)

In Japan, it is not too much to say that a great deal is about appearances. It is a habit cultivated over a life-time, and not one easy to break.

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This is just a partial list of my most popular fics. Please visit my A03 and FF.NET profiles for the full list of fics.

You can also find a master post of my original fiction here.

[cappulcino]

Navigation post / Masterlist

Hello, everyone! My name is Ash (though you can also call me Samael), and I am a storyteller in the making. I have always been reluctant to share my work, but in the spirit of self-improvement and because I actually love writing so much, I recently decided to take the leap.

All of my works will be posted here, as well as on AO3.

Requests now open!

My requests are currently open for ficlet prompts. It would really help me get back in the mood for writing and then maybe I can also finish my WIPs (see list below).

What I will write:

Character x character

Character x OC

Character x reader

Almost all genres

Adult content I feel comfortable with

What I will not write (unless maybe you pay me? 👀):

Any pairing including a real person (no actor x reader or shipping real celebrities together)

Adult x minor interactions other than parent/child or hurt/comfort settings

Pairings with two characters played by the same actor (I personally don't like it)

Graphic depiction of extreme violence

Extreme sexual kinks unfit for public viewing

Anything so personal in a character x reader request that nobody else could enjoy the fic

(List to be completed later)

You can check the fandoms I currently write for on my profile in my bio. They are in "order", meaning they go from most to least interested in as of today and/or from most to least "knowledgeable". If the fandom you're looking for is not in my profile, it's no use asking; I either don't want to write for it or don't know anything about it.

Fanfictions will be under #cappulcino writes. Answered asks will be under #cappulcino replies. Fanfic recommendations will be under #cappulcino recommends (For lack of a better free tag)

Masterlist

The Sandman

Seven Days Til Fall (Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader) Posted, complete

The Eveningstar (Dreamingstar / Dream of the Endless x Lucifer Morningstar) Unpublished WIP, preparation phase

The Devil Wears Prada

Broken Souls and Apple Pies (Mirandy / Miranda Priestly x Andrea Sachs) Unpublished WIP, 45% completed

Wednesday

Animi Metamorphosis (Larissa Weems x Shapeshifter!Teacher!OC) Unpublished WIP, preparation phase

Game of Thrones

Where The Wild Things Rest (Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader) Published, one-shot

Okja

Redemption (Lucy Mirando x Male OC) Unpublished WIP, 1% completed – collab with @magnoliamei

You'll also find short summaries of my current WIPs and ideas here.

Don't hesitate to check them out and show your support for the fic(s) you would like me to finish and publish!

My edits

Good Omens X Hayloft II

Sandman crack vid

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Note: the line dividers I use in my fics are by @strangergraphics-archive

[viivenn]

ミ★ Viven’s Masterlist

i figured i should make a masterlist of fanfictions and artwork, so that it’s easier to find for you all! :)

✧ 𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 ’𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚’ !

✧ 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞.

ミ★

𝟎𝟏.) ➤ fanfics/writing

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

↳ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐫: in which the lightbringer and a very inebriated jophiel converse solemnly about their melancholic tumbles from grace.

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

↳ (au series!)𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫: in which ava hires a retired constable from overseas to work as the school’s resource officer. a work in progress, planned laughs, angst, unexpected romance and the occasional sprinkle of smut. (chapter warnings included!!!)

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

↳ (UNTITLED) in which the lady of wax confesses to a stranger her homosexual sin, only to find out that stranger is the very woman she slept with. a work in progress, with angst, religious themes, and the eventual ‘fingering-in-the-confession-booth’. (MINORS DNI ON COMPLETION)

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𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞

↳ 𝐔𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐳𝐚̈𝐡𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐡𝐧… (and the world counts loud to ten.)

↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.

↳ 𝐆𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭.

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

↳ 𝐃𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐮̈𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥. (the lying angel)

↳ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝.(death)

↳ “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.”

↳ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. (NSFW)

𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

↳ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚. (abbot crossover au)

↳ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧.

𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞

↳ 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩!𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬.

𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐚

↳ 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫.

↳ 𝐍𝐨-𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭.

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡

↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫.

↳ 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭.

↳ 𝐂𝐚𝐭!𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬. (NSFW)

↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬

↳ 𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚. (ouat au)

↳ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞.

↳ 𝐂𝐚𝐭!𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬.

↳ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫.

𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮

↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭.

↳ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭.

↳ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Destined Dreams of Love Masterlist

As no stranger to arranged marriages, your parents excitedly marry you off to the king at his request. He is contradictory, cold yet caring, strict yet liberating, it's all too much! He said he could never love another for reasons you do not understand either, didn't he just meet you? Perhaps in time, you can learn to love him, too.

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Main Masterlist

☾ ✴ ๋࣭ ⭑․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․

Prologue

Chapter One - Meretricious

Chapter Two - Trepidation

Chapter Three - Anguish

Chapter Four - Discordant

Chapter Five - Ostensible

Chapter Six -

Chapter Seven (18+) -

Epilogue

☾ ✴ ๋࣭ ⭑․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․ ․⋆⋮. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁⋆⭒˚.⋆⋮⋆․

This totally came from the song We Become We, does that mean this is now a song fic? Hmmm

Still need to plan out the plot a bit more, hopefully, I have the drive to finish the whole thing (I have never finished writing a novel in my entire life)

♡ Yours, Layla

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