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safety-writes-noms · 2 days ago

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Do you have any favourite vore tropes you like to see? If so, about them is cool? :P

- @the-sussy-imposter2

YES. (Hi moot!!)

I am such a sucker for protective vore. Is it overdone? Maybe just a little bit. Does it make it any less good? No!! I will eat that shit up every time because it’s my favorite ever. I don’t know, the thought that a person is so deeply caring about another that they will take any measure to keep them safe in a tense situation gets me in the heart strings.

Like I need you to be safe and this is the best way. GAHH IT JUST GETS ME BAD. Being tucked away under iron bone and diamond flesh, cradled by something that can be fatal, only for it to be a saving grace. Defying biology and anatomy because you care about someone else so much that you will literally change your insides just to keep them safe. The level of love (platonic, romantic, idc) needed for something like that is just super beautiful and heart warming to me.

Better yet if the pred’s inner workings are somehow sentient (in a way kinda??? I think the better word is subconscious to the pred’s desires) and immediately recognize “Oh hey! Person that I deeply care about!! You need to be tucked away and protected, so just chill out here!” Extra bonus points if the prey is kinda freaking out about it while the pred’s subconscious is like yeah, this is great!! I am doing such a good job and this is an amazing idea.

and the prey is just terrified because 1, hello? Stomach! Digestion! My friend/whatever just ate me and I’m feeling very vulnerable and terrified! And 2, how could they do this to me?? And then time passes and they slowly realize there’s nothing harmful about it and they slowly, slowly relax. There’s just something super cool anout rebelling against your natural processes, telling yourself “No, this one is mine, you can’t take them,” and your biology conforming to your desires.

#sw answers asks #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #safe v/ore #It’s my mootie!!#THERES A REASON WHY ITS OVERUSED OKAY

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spnfanficpond · 3 days ago

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New Member Spotlight for May 2025

The Pond is always growing, and we want to make our new members feel welcome! Here’s a list of recent additions to our fishy family and a little info about them!

Guppies, Jellies, and Mutuals, oh, my!

Caplan - she/her, @caplanscastiel (also @caplansbuckybarnes), East Coast USA

Other SM names? - castielscaplan on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Dean/Benny, Dean/Arthur, Destiel

Other fandoms? - Stranger Things (not entirely active right now, though), and I’m working on getting back into Mortal Kombat and Harry Potter!

Looking for in the Pond? - Friends, moots, people to share my writing with.

Pairings you read? - All, for the most part, tbh

Genres you read? - All, mostly angst though tbh

What do you like to write? - Angst, fluff, vampire au, mafia au

Masterlist!

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - I’ve been wanting to possibly write more multi-chapter fics, but I’m so stubborn and have a habit of only writing one-shots lol because I lack ideas.

Kotias - she/her, @kotias, Europe

Other SM names? - Kotias on AO3 and Discord

OTP? - Destiel

Other fandoms? - I'm in too many 🤣 my current most active ones: Good Omens, Deadpool & Wolverine, One Piece, Dragon Ball

Looking for in the Pond? - I'm mainly looking for a community. The SPN fandom isn't one that I've ever been super involved in, despite being in it for the past 15 years; I've always been looking more from the sidelines. I would like to change that, and get to know a few more people from the fandom ❤️

Something to signal boost? - In SPN, not necessarily, but all fandoms considered, I am currently in the posting phase of a huge collab fic project that took a year to finish, with 90+ people involved!! If you're into Good Omens, I recommend giving The Serpent and the Owl a try ❤️

Pairings you read? - I'm mainly a Destiel enjoyer! I do like seeing references to Dean/Benny, because I do believe those two had a one-year fling in Purgatory, but generally speaking, I will be going for Destiel.

Genres you read? - Angst, fluff and smut. I'm a lover of hurt/comfort, but my favourite trope in fanfic is a coffee shop AU! To that, I will add that I have a very soft spot for one character trope in fiction: the curse of being immortal. The way immortality twists morality as it comes with too much loss for a single soul is absolutely fascinating to me and I love exploring it.

Favorite writer(s)? - @bragginball-z - both on AO3 and Tumblr!

What do you like to write? - My comfort zone is romantic and emotional angst. I love writing fics that involve this type of idea; the painful pining is delicious to write. I also love writing fluff so sweet it rots your teeth.

Masterlist!

Most underappreciated fic? - It's a dead dove, very very angsty, and in Good Omens. The plot is basically: Crowley provoked the black plague as per Hell's orders. He hated every second of it. It's dark, it's a difficult read, but I poured my soul into it ❤️

Something you haven't written but would like to try? Why not? How can we help? - Generally speaking, if I want to try something, I have probably tried it, as I have almost 20 years of experience. Writing in SPN is fairly new to me, so I might need a bit of help honing down on the characterisations, especially in my dialogues, but overall I'm mainly interested in being with people, and in helping younger writers out 😁

That’s all for this month, folks! (If we’re missing anyone, let us know and we’ll add them to next month’s list!) Make sure to say hi to the newbies and make them feel welcome! Thanks to all from @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @heavenssexiestangel, @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes, @walkingaline, @xpurdyglambertx, and @manawhaat!

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quillthrillswriting · 8 months ago

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no love story trope will ever hit quite as hard as "two traumatized teens (often) with unique abilities who are forced to save the world each help the other shoulder the burden of their respective destinies and slowly become each others safe places as they shift from friends to something more."

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eyra · 4 months ago

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it is my firm conviction that tagging is a courtesy that should be managed at the author's discretion - it is not a requirement from AO3 and therefore it's not something that a reader should expect or demand.

#I will always tag for major content warnings #but if you're someone who expects a tag for every nuance and minor pairing of a story #I would urge you not to read my works!#thanks!#BACK IN MY DAY #we tagged for the major archive warnings and little else #all my favourite fics have about 4 tags each #it's how I was raised #sorry about it #and I'm never going to tag for things in my own works that I consider to be spoilers #because I don't like it when other fic writers do that #and that's my prerogative #this is where don't like don't read comes in #if you see a fic with very few tags and you're concerned it may feature a trope or pairing you don't like #read something else #and if you're reading a fic and you sense a pairing developing that you don't enjoy #close the tab #don't leave a rude comment #fandom 101 tbh

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somethingsomethingwords · 1 year ago

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Good whatever-time-of-the-day-is-over-there. Here's a new thing. I played a little with their characterisation in this one. Stay safe out there. Enjoy 💜

Lance is bothered. And what's worse, Fernando is bothered that Lance is bothered. Not that caring about someone is wrong or strange and, while personally it isn't his MO, neither is caring about your teammates.

No, Fernando cares because of reasons that are still not clear. And that's what is driving him mad. And also the frown on Lance's face, but he'll face one problem at a time.

First point on the list, why does he care about this kid.

It had been easy signing the contract, even when Lawrence had heavily hinted at his mentor's duties.

He obviously had heard about Lawrence's son, about his achievements in the minor categories, and his average results in Formula 1.

And he couldn't escape the rumours about his rich spoiled kid behaviour, his lack of a strong personality or his evident disinterest in the sport.

Hell, he had even met the guy in the paddock before arriving at Aston Martin.

And then he met Lance, with his goofy smile, his sweet personality, his seriousness about the job, the fire that burnt when getting inside the car and the evident hard created persona for the media that completely melted when in private, the spark of a prankster spirit with Mick and Esteban.

(Ugh, he already couldn't stand the Frenchman when they were teammates, and now it was even worse when he saw how close the two young men were.)

The point is, when he started he didn't think highly of baby Stroll, and now here he is, knocking on the door of Lance's hotel room, because there is something wrong with the Canadian, and that meant Fernando cares because. Just. Because.

So, here he is, ready to find out what's going on.

He hears some muffled words behind the door, and then it's opened by Lance, his hair really messy and his shorts really short.

He is slowly losing his mind, when the younger one starts talking.

"Hey, Fernando. Do you come here often?" he says, languid and with those big doe eyes of his.

Fernando is completely baffled. They don't flirt, that's not how they are. He is usually the one that lightly teases Lance, just to see him blushing, and jokes around, just to see his smile and make sure that he is happy, but nothing more than that. He doesn't understand this sudden change.

Lance must see his confusion on his face, because he chuckles and shakes his head.

"Sorry, just the painkillers, they are kicking my ass. Also I'm tired as fuck and I'm really thirsty" he says, with an adorable snort.

Lance isn't exactly shy, but he has always seemed to like keeping to himself, and to contribute to a conversation rather than starting it. All this openness and honesty are very surprising, and somehow even a little bit worrying.

"Don't worry. You ok?"

And Fernando is winning dumbest person ever, because the answer is staring right at him, eyes glassy and unnaturally red cheeks, the aura of sweat and sick all over Lance. But the younger doesn't stop smiling.

"Yeah, it's all good, just high temperature and sore wrists"

And that's what Fernando had first noticed. Lance had been particularly careful with his wrists all day, never actually wrapping them in bandages, but massaging and rubbing them continuously, discomfort clear on his face.

ok, now you know, now you can leave he thinks, but something won't make him move. He had always been attentive, after all.

"You have a fever?" he asks, starting to worry.

Lance shrugs, but everything about him is screaming tired and sick.

"It's nothing serious, really" as he says this, Lance has to grip the door because of the sudden dizziness.

Fernando, now seriously worrying, just stares at him, until the other sighs.

"Ok, it may be a little bit serious, but everything is fine. I just need some sleep. Goodnight" and goes to close the door, but Fernando is faster. He puts his foot in between the door and its frame.

"Let me help you" he simply says.

He finds himself being looked through as if he was inconsistent by Lance's unfocused eyes. And then they refocus, and they are starting deep into his soul.

"Why?" Lance says simply, and Fernando feels like this is a test. Lance won't let him in if he fails, and Fernando has no intention of failing.

"Can see you're not well. Want to help. Because... I care" the admission tears something in him, something that has been hardened after all the years on track. Something that starts feeling warm and light and bright when Lance smiles softly and lets him in.

He enters and then closes the door, leaving behind the last vestiges of embarrassment and doubt. He has a job, a mission, and he won't make mistakes nor disappoint.

Looking around, the only sign of life is the crumpled blanket on the couch.

"You were sleeping on that?" ask Fernando, looking at the small sofa and his tall teammate.

"It was closer to the door" answers the other, shrugging again.

"Must have been uncomfortable" because even if it was of the right size, which it wasn't, it still looks stiff and leather cold.

"What's a little more pain when your whole body tingles and your wrists feel on fire?"

It's the simplicity with which Lance speaks, as if nothing bothers him, as if pain is inevitable and he shouldn't complain. That doesn't sit right with Fernando. Lance deserves the world's softest blankets, its warmest beds and its coziest socks. Fernando could give him everything. Fernando wants to give him everything. That's terrifying. But admitting it is also freeing, somehow.

soul shattering revelations later, nurse duty now he thinks, not without fondness.

Fernando follows Lance to his bed, and when the taller man just falls into the bed, not bothering with his clothes or the sheets, Nando realises he's going to have to work hard. He's always loved a good challenge.

Fernando reaches for the other's luggage, easily finding his pajama and fresh underwear. Then he returns to the side of the bed.

"Now, get up. Take a shower, dry, new clothes and bed. Can you do it?"

He infuses a bit of a challenge at the end, just to rile the man up.

What he doesn't expect is Lance's laugh at his words.

"Dude, I can't feel my legs. I'm not gonna reach the bathroom on them. I think I'll just skip everything and just go to bed" he says, burrowing further into the covers, which still aren't actually covering him.

"Ok, I'll help you" he says, as if it's something they do normally.

Fernando basically drags Lance to the bathroom, sitting him on the closed lid of the toilet. When he looks at Lance's face, he worries. It is redder than before, and his eyes are strangely focused on his arm for no apparent reason.

"Lance, everything ok?" he is starting to feel like a mother hen, but Lance's behaviour is really messing him up. And his answer really doesn't help.

"So strong" says Lance, completely spaced out and lightly stroking his bicep.

The caress is absolutely doing nothing to him, no sir.

Fernando gently takes Lance's hand, and waits until his eyes are focused on him.

"It's ok. Just a quick shower and then to bed, no?"

Lance nods, but Fernando can tell he's not completely there. So he quickly removes his clothes, leaving the underwear, and after turning on the water at a lukewarm temperature, he guides him into the bath.

It's not even ten seconds later that Lance starts shaking. Fernando is immediately grabbing his hand.

"What's going on, Lance? What's wrong?"

"The water... Is hot... It hurts" he is shivering and biting his bottom lip so hard Fernando can already see blood.

"Lance I need you to listen to me. The water is not hot. Your body is not feeling it right. Let me wash you and then it's the bed" he says, feeling like he is kicking a puppy, but he knows the lukewarm bath will help Lance in the long run. So he washes him as fast as he can, and then turns off the water. He starts wrapping the younger man in the preheated towel, gentle and careful.

He can see the other is losing himself faster than he'd like. So, when Lance seems dry enough, he wastes no time taking off his boxers and putting on a new pair, without peeking, he swears.

All dressed up, he carries him to the bed, where the other can finally sleep under the covers. He's just about to go get Lance some water, when the other starts.

"Thank you,,, for being here,,, but don't leave,,, it hurts" he says with his eyes closed and a pained frown, his breath moving his chest with a staccato rhythm.

Fernando kneels on the floor, so he is face to face with Lance, and starts stroking his hair.

"Am not leaving. Just going to get some water, then we sleep. I know it hurts, but it's going to be ok. Trust me" and the last sentence came out more like a question, and he worries for a second. Then he sees the other relax before opening his eyes and looking him in the eyes, whispering "Always" and closing them.

Fernando feels a weight lifting from his chest, but also a growing responsibility. For the first time in a while, he isn't scared of committing to whatever this is.

He shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his face, before standing up and retrieving two bottles of water from the mini fridge in the kitchenette.

He deposits them, one on each of the nightstands, and lies on the free side of the bed.

He tries to keep a modicum of distance, but Lance is having none of it. He simply turns towards him, and hugs him, reminding Nando of an overgrown squid.

He is out like a light in five seconds flat.

cute, he thinks, and for the first time in what seems like months of their dance, Fernando allows himself to properly drink Lance's sight, his long eyelashes and his strong nose and his pink mouth, slightly open in his sleep. He allows himself to think about how he likes being with the other man, how he likes to make him laugh, how he can't stand seeing him upset.

He allows himself to simply be, to simply feel whatever he feels for Lance. And it feels good.

#lance stroll #fernando alonso #strollonso #grumpy cat boy x besotted old man #but not quite #more like flirty boi x in denial old man #caring through silent actions may be one of my favourite tropes #just something short and sweet

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maxlarens · 8 months ago

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i could write fbi agent reader x fbi agent oscar piastri. would that be normal. i think it would be normal.

#😭#no longlegs has just given me the itch to write something very AU like that #i think oscar is my absolute favourite pick for that trope too #george is a contender but i think oscar works better in my head #LOL what if thay was the first thing i wrote back #might be #🗣️lilli speaks

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ncr-ite-domum · 3 months ago

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A gentle reminder that the way tumblr talks about any piece of media is completely divorced from what it is actually like.

#genuinely thought Id either hate a game from how tumblr talks about it #and then turns out its my favourite #and vice versa #tumblr will pick one teeny aspect of something and really glob onto it #which can be fun but Beware #also just listing the tropes or types of representation that are in something #like good to know! but whats it *about*?#fallout 4 #fallout #elder scrolls #skyrim #stardew valley #disco elysium

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13eyond13 · 8 months ago

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Idk what it is about fanfic soul mate trope stuff where you're living in a world waiting your whole life for your soul mate to appear that matches your soul tattoo or whatever that creeps me out but it honestly just makes me go 😱 instead of 😍 every time

#im trying to figure out why i find it creepy instead??#i think it somewhat reminds me of that doomed sensation i had when religious people growing up constantly told me #that my entire life was planned out in advance by a paternalistic deity who really wanted me to wait til marriage to a man #like something about that lack of choice or say in the matter feels really similar and uncomfortable to me instead of cute hahaha #also like when people ARENT choosing each other i just find it less romantic instead of more #i dont know if im explaining it right #soul mate shit is probably one of my absolute least favourite tropes though #like i dont mind a good ol 'i would find you in every lifetime' thing #but the whole 'everyone is watching and waiting for you to find your special someone who will match your soul tattoo!!' 👀👀 thing #makes me wanna 🤮#p

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heyhoneyfox · 2 years ago

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Actually I think one of my favourite tropes is when character A is having a panic attack of sorts and their love interest guides them through the five senses exercise but when they ask them what they can see/feel/hear/smell they just say "You. Only you."

(Which ships this reminds me of and fic ideas in the tags)

#its so sweet but if I was the love interest id be like STICK TO THE PROGRAM BITCH I SAID 5 THINGS #or something #obviously much more gentle and caring than that #but still #trope #books #tropes #romance #just imagining this with my favourite ships #patrochilles #solangelo #valgrace #reading #idea #story idea #fic idea #i totally didnt do this a million times (twice) with my ocs no thats so silly hahaha #but seriously i think a solangelo fic of this would be v nice #favorite tropes #or valgrace would be so ouchies #like jason having a panic attack or something and not knowing what to do #and leo calmly helping him through it because its happened to him #and he doesnt want jason to go through it alone like he did #or leo having a panic attack and jason not knowing what to do but he remembers Reyna doing the five senses thing a lot #so he does it for leo and-#dont come near me in weak

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fitzrove · 1 year ago

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[shaking and biting] but what does it MEAN. what does it SAY what is the THEME

#akkdlflf i watched this long lecture video abt austrian national identity and the researcher said 'the austrians are quite adept at #selling the austro hungarian monarchy back to tourists incl ones from former parts of the empire... but even in the imperial nostalgia they #don't want back multilingualism or multiculturalism or any of what it actually was'#(it was a lot abt the way in which austria deals with orban's hungary in and after the 2015 refugee crisis)#ajskgldo and that just made me think about... how pointless some things feel. both in fiction and in academic research #you CAN say meaningful things about almost any topic and with almost any argument! but in some strands of history trying to 'uncover events'#with no exploration of the context and what it all MEANS and what the things we think about it mean #is the most prevalent and popular type of research :/ like there's a reason i overrely on hamann's bio of rudolf because her central thesis #is that he wasnt a crazy murderer but someone with a forward-thinking political vision that went as far as suggesting a sort of 'proto-EU'#among other things #so like. she is looking at what it all MEANS!!!#and like. my favourite todolf fanfics are also like that 😂😭 perhaps not abt politics but about suffering and power dynamics and guilt #same for original fiction. i'm never happy if a book i'm reading isnt saying something #or then again - this is more personal pickiness but. they should also be saying something NEW AND INTERESTING #a lot of the time. sometimes if you have a fave trope you can just enjoy it over and over #but idk even tropey stuff can say things #ajlsldkfkf i'm just so tired of kitsch in all its forms and also of bad science

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kindaorangey · 3 months ago

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the way people in iwtv fandom get attached to santiago and estelle and whatnot is so interesting to me bcuz like you can't even fully attribute that to white favouritism bcuz lestat daniel and madeleine are Right There so it's some.... strange hodgepodge combination of white favouritism AND the need for characters whom you can project onto and just use as a sandbox for any story/art you want...... like it's a pretty common phenomenon in any fandom for people to get overly attached to side/background characters but for a show like iwtv that has such rich characterisation in its main cast it's particularly striking. go forth and have fun tho i guess

#thunder rambles #in my head i always call this phenomenon the Background Pony Trend bcuz i feel like mlp fandom exhibited the most clear #example of people making up stories and personalities around characters who hadnt even spoken #but not everyone was in mlp fandom so gjsnxjfjd. maybe tv tropes has a more general name for this who knows #i mean it's still definitely white male favouritism at the end of the day.... but there IS something else to it cuz you will find a lot of #bog standard white favouritism among lestat stans. theres something else going on with santiago stans for sure

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 1 year ago

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The wanderer: Pt 1

I loved my ball. It had been with me for a dozen years, since I was but a child. To the untrained eye, it was a generic squishy ball, the sort you might find in a child's playset. But if you asked me, I could think of a dozen fond memories with it, playing with friends at parties, bouncing it while I was bored, squeezing it in my hand as I cried. It was, for all of its lack of anthropomorphism, a friend. Sure, seventeen year olds were a bit too old to play with toys, but I had always had a childish streak.

That was why, when it rolled into a drain, I jumped after it without a second thought. The drain was narrow, too short for me to stand fully, so I knelt to get in. My shoulders and hips were twisted to the side awkwardly, one leg trailing behind the other like I was lunging, but I kept shuffling forward.

It was dark, too. Light filtered through the fixed grilles, creating a patchwork of bright and dark that guided me. As I went on, my front knee aching from the strain, rough stone rubbing against my sides, I began worrying.

Had I missed the ball? It seemed like I had been walking on forever. It occurred to me that I wasn't quite sure how to back out again. I couldn't turn around, and moving backwards would be a laborious process. The pain in my legs grew, and so did my panic.

The stone seemed to entomb me, rubbing against my back and chest, keeping me from breathing deeply. What if I was trapped here, forever? Would anyone hear me when I screamed? Still I kept moving. Stupid, blind loyalty to my ball would not allow me to back out.

I wanted to crack my neck, but there just wasn't enough space. The hand that I used to support myself began burning, the skin rubbed raw. I was coated in a layer of dirty water and dust, my clothes clinging to me. Still I kept moving. It was too late to back out, now.

The lights became further and further apart, grilles turning to thick concrete slabs. Was the passageway narrowing? I felt squashed, compressed into a cube. Everything burned. Still I kept moving.

My breath came in shuddering gasps. It was so dark. Where was the light? I wanted to collapse, my thighs trembling with the agony of constant weight. But if I fell now, I would not get back up.

So I kept moving.

And eventually I reached an exit, where the drain led to an opening. Light, proper sunlight, shone in an uninterrupted ray. And where it fell sat my ball, haloed like an angel. I pushed myself forward and grabbed it, just as my legs gave in. Collapsing, I clutched my ball to my chest and rested.

After an indecipherable amount of time, I got up. My back ached, but the worst was over. Figuring that I could just follow the drain back home, instead of taking the gruelling underground route, I stepped out into the light.

I had no idea where I was, save that it was filthy. A layer of grime and rust coated every surface, and the light highlighted smog in the air. Suddenly the drain seemed to be a fine way back home.

Was it a scrapyard? There were machine parts scattered in heaps, serrated metal jutting out in piles. But there was flesh, too. Rotten, stinking corpses of things that were not human, their skeletons smashed to unrecognisable bits, blood like a dried up fountain staining the ground red-brown.

Was it a garbage heap? Perhaps a butchery was nearby, and these were the remains of their products. But the corpses were too whole for that, and they had been mauled rather than butchered. There was too much violence in the air, too much blood and fury.

So was I somewhere else entirely? I turned back to look at the fateful passageway. Here, in this strange place, it was a concrete tunnel, with walls and a ceiling thick enough to bear my weight. I stepped atop it, and began following it like a trail.

The desolation stretched as far as the eye could see, machine and monster intermingled endlessly. The sky was cloudless, the sun beating down on me relentlessly. The mud that was smeared all over me began to dry, leaving me caked in dirt. I fit right in, an explorer in a post-apocalyptic world.

Everything was red, from the viscera to the corrosion to the soil. Even the sun itself was a massive crimson globe hanging in a fiery sky. Only my little pathway home, my fateful drain, was a grey testament to a different colour.

My old taped-up sneakers were a blessing in that endless slog, the socks mercifully dry, even as my feet grumbled, a steady pain that was dwarfed by the anguish of the drain. I squeezed my precious ball repeatedly, as if to remind myself that it was still there, and kept a brisk pace.

It seemed that I was the only person for miles around. Nothing stirred in the red-brown meadow, not even buzzing flies laying eggs in putrefied flesh. Nothing breathed in the flesh-rotted air, not even carrion-vultures feasting on the dead. Nothing lived in the hellscape that I wandered, not even the crawling maggots that should have lurked in the rotten meat. I hummed to distract myself from the uneasiness of being all alone.

As if the sound awakened something, I heard a shrieking cry. It came from above, a haunting, sorrowful noise. 'Run,’ it seemed to say. 'This place is not for you. Whilst your heart still beats, you must leave.’

I heeded it, my pace quickening. The scream came again, closer this time. I looked up to see a great serpent in the sky. Blood gushed from a dozen wounds, and it released a third cry of agony. Even so, it twisted in the air magnificently, looping in the sky with peerless grace, silver scales glittering in the sun.

I stopped to stare, awestruck. Some things in this world can only be experienced, and the sight of that dragon was one of them. No words could describe the regality, the raw determination, the sheer terrifying power of it.

I was watching a god fall, and I knew it. My heart wenched as it released a final ululation, a serenade to the dying world, and hung in the air for an infinite moment.

Then it collapsed, dropping like a stone into the mass graveyard that surrounded me. When it landed, a thump resounded through the world, like the land itself had broken upon impact. The dead dragon was lost amidst the gore and gears, and I wept for it.

I wept for that dragon and the untold horrors of the world I wandered through. I wept for fear that I would never get home, for the pains in my body and the grime all over me. I wept and wept and wept, clutching my ball like a security blanket and walking all the while.

Finally, I let out a scream. It was a hoarse, thin thing, a poor mimicry of the full howl the serpent had produced, but it was all I could make.

When the cascade of tears subsided, I found myself standing at the end of the path. I was not home, not yet. But I had found something else, something that belonged to my world.

A train station.

#my writing #writeblr #writing #creative writing #short story #fantasy #descriptive writing #Believe it or not this is the stuff I used to give as essays to my poor English teacher #The topic would be something like 'your favourite place' and I'd write 2 pages on an abandoned Italian ghost town #And she'd tell me off for writing weird shit and then give me an a #The funniest one was when I wrote about the toilet and she gave me the highest score in class #And I was the class laughingstock for a week because I wrote about the toilet in an essay #Falling into another universe #Gotta be my favourite trope

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