#dndads drabble

[outtoshatter]

Food Fight

“Fine,” Sparrow snapped, “cook for yourself.” “We were only teasing.” Lark held his hands up in surrender. “It’s just I never knew mashed potatoes could look…like that.” “Or smell,” Nick put in. His eyes narrowed. “No one asked you.” “The chicken was crying for help.” His face burned. “Well, I don’t know what I’m doing with that! I don’t eat meat.” Lark leaned over to peer into the bowl of green beans. “Why are they…brown?” Sparrow let out a guttural scream and shoved his head down. He squawked just before his face splashed into the beans. His arms flailed, scrabbling at the counter until Sparrow let go. He jerked upright. “What the fuck, Spa-” Nick burst out laughing. They both whipped around to face him. A green bean flew off Lark’s face with the motion, hitting the refrigerator with a plop. Nick guffawed, clutching his stomach. “Hey.” Lark stuck his hand into the gelatinous bowl of potatoes, fighting to get a handful. He cocked his arm and flung. The glob sailed across the table and hit Nick at the chin with a splat. “Hey! That’s chemical warfare,” he protested. Sparrow glanced to the left and found Lark already looking at him. They grinned. Lark grabbed the bowl of potatoes. Sparrow snatched the green beans. Nick put his hands up. “This isn’t fair.” He backed up and bumped into the table. “No, no, no don’t-” Too late. Browned green beans and mashed potatoes soared through the air. Nick tried to duck, but it was too late. His mouth hung open, dripping beans and questionable potatoes, hands out at his sides. Lark all but collapsed into Sparrow with laughter, wheezing. It only took one glance at Nick’s expression to set him off too, clutching Lark’s arm to keep himself standing.

Also on ao3 <3

[2dents]

“Nick, what the fuck is this?”

Nick’s back is turned to him. He sees his shoulders rise and fall as he heaves a sigh. “Well, it was a party until- wait.” He finally turns around, and as they make eye contact, his face cracks open with a very big, very drunk smile. “Larky! You’re here! I didn’t think you’d be coming! Hey!”

Nick steps forward, arms stretched wide, ready to envelop Lark in a hug he very much does not want, when a loud BOOM from the direction of the door rattles the ground beneath them.

“Party’s over, Nick.”

“Awwh..”

>:]

💜💜💜

[nerd-party]

hi hello i am a simple person i see “free drabble” i click

anyways :D anything nicky close-foster-swift-whatever :DD or lark! or both 😈

!! i hope you like nark (or fightingtalk which is clearly the superior ship name)

‘You wanker!’ Lark hisses at him in barely a whisper. Nicky just giggles, still staring right ahead like he hasn’t just committed the greatest act of treason possible. He narrows his eyes.

Nicky half-turns to him, speaking out of the corner of his mouth. ‘I’m about to do it again. Sorry.’ And, despite all of Lark’s muttered threats, he still does it, hurling a red shell and overtaking Lark yet again, happy little Toad speeding past the hulking Bowser.

‘Tosser.’ Lark mumbles, watching all the little animated characters go speeding past him in their brightly coloured cars. He went from 2nd to 9th, and he knows he’s got no chance of catching back up. A plan forms in his mind, sly smile appearing on his face.

‘Nicky?’ He asks innocently.

‘What- oh!’ Nicky has barely begun to speak before Lark has grabbed his face and pulls him into a bruising kiss, drawing all his attention away from the screen, distracting him entirely. He spots, out of the corner of his eye as Nicky pulls him down onto himself, that Nicky now sits in dead last.

Perfect.

[taylortheanimerangerteen]

Thinking too hard about the fact Jodie has a family that wasn't Dee Snyder (Zhao Dae's mom) and a life outside of all of this.

And he was just ripped from that

[popcornkwantum]

mischief monday!

Taylor watches from the stands as Scary and Lincoln play with the rest of the soccer team. Both Hermie and Hero sit next to him, while Normal races along the side of the stands, doing flips and pumping his Teeny the Teen arms high into the evening sky.

All Taylor has eyes for is Lincoln. The way his husband dashes fast across the field, sweat on his face and smile the size of the moon joining the faint stars in the sky. They’re going to win—No doubt about it, not with how many scores Scary keeps kicking into past the enemy goalie.

“When the game is over,” Hero mutters to Hermie over Taylor’s head, “Are we still going to my moms ice cream shop for sundaes?”

In his head, Taylor can already imagine the banana split he’s going to share with Lincoln. Strawberry and chocolate ice cream, peanuts shaved on the top, as Lincoln tells him all about the plays he managed to make in tonight’s game.

Before Hermie can say a word, Taylor sits up straighter, “Of course we are, Hero. How else are we supposed to celebrate?”

“I don’t know,” She rolls her eyes, “By kissing your boyfriend?”

Taylor fantasizing about the simple plan of just sharing ice cream with Lincoln and hearing Linc enthusiastically ramble on about the game he just watched!!! He's so mushy and SOFT and Hero just casually roasting him for it. Also just how you describe Lincoln's smile from Taylor's perspective!! Chef's kiss *.✧

[cttrajan1206]

Nikki - Chapter 1 - CTtrajan - Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) [Archive of Our Own]

Posting this here because its uhhh it's a small fandom! Maybe this will help more people see it! THIS IS SET BETWEEN S1 AND S2 SO DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED S1 AT LEAST

Information and tags:

Language: English Words: 2,832 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Relationship: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster & Lark Oak & Sparrow Oak & Terry Jr. & Grant Wilson Characters: Nick Close | Nicholas Foster Lark Oak Sparrow Oak Terry Jr. (Dungeons and Daddies) Grant Wilson (Dungeons and Daddies) Additional Tags: s2 spoilers kinda set in s2 Aged Up they aren't dads yet its a bit inbetween honestly i think itd be cute to think this happened earlier however forsome reaosn my brain decided 220 bc personally i think the kiddads are each in their like early/mid 30s Headcanon Angst Nicknames or rather... nicholasnames too haha no beta we die like uh.m. almsot. everyone. uhm. ahha. ok uhm. No beta we die like Paeden Smoking a lot of Smoking Imagery Demon Nick Close | Nicholas Foster Nick Close | Nicholas Foster - Freeform the bigger we are the harder we fall so fall fast and as hard as you can so you can hit the ground running

[justablah56]

finished a few episodes of hohr, so now I'm gonna go find a sparrow playlist to get me in the mood for fic writing while I do dishes :]

[warmesthello]

what kind of swiftli fics do y’all wanna see?

[officialgleamstar]

might be a bit of a specific ask, but could people send prompts from this list with sapphic ships? dndads or other ttrpg shows i watch as per ush o7 no pressure of course but :3 (also if you wanna send m/f or m/m ships with transfem/nonbinary headcanons, or genderbent m/m ships etc. that works too 👍!!)

Hugs

A warm embrace.

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

Hand-holding|Kisses|Touching

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Okay like back in October I asked for sketch and drabble requests and I only did like one and the rest are still sitting there and I'm still like "oooh I should actually do some of those" but anyone who's been around long enough knows that the chances of me completing any actual request is real low... BUT ANYWAYS if you guys wanna send me dndads or tma characters to draw (just drawings this time- my writer's block has been very persistent) you'd be so cool for it actually 🙏💜

[outtoshatter]

Sacrifice

The sacrifice was beautiful this year, stretched out alone and bare on the altar. His skin was honey gold in the bright midday sun, eyes heavy lidded but gleaming as he watched Nick’s approach from the woods. There were symbols painted with dripping berry juice on his chest and hips; his lips were red with it. Nick leaned over him when he reached the altar, bracing his clawed hands on either side of his head. His stained lips curved up in a sleepy smile before he stretched against the warm stone, lifting his hands to cup Nick’s face. “I thought you would be late this year.” “Never, my love.” He dipped his head to taste the berry juice on his mouth, the bright, greenish flavor of Lark just under it. “I am surprised they haven’t started to suspect you of being in league with the devil.” He traced his bottom lip with his tongue and gently sucked it between his sharp teeth to nibble. “They forget by morning.” Lark dug his fingers into his hair, dragging him closer before drawing his fingertips along the curve of his horns. His eyes fluttered. “If you’re sure,” he murmured, sinking into his embrace. Their mouths met with a sweet, melting sort of heat, the type that hellfire couldn’t possibly match. Lark’s warm, living flesh dented where Nick gripped him. His blood was hot and electrified on his tongue, his gasping breaths like music in his ears. Nick growled and gasped in equal measures, content to let him do whatever he wanted with him, so long as he was touching him. Lark held him close, raking his nails along his horns, biting his mouth until he bled, and greedily licking up the spill of blood. Nick didn’t need a sacrifice. He just needed Lark.

Also on ao3!

[2dents]

A Bad Plan

Today's Prompt: “You’re the smartest person I know.”

Fanfiction: Drabble

Fandom: Dungeons and Daddies

Warnings: none | Rating: General (Also on Ao3)

“I can’t believe that you’re the smartest person I know.” Nick groaned into his hands.

Grant raised his eyebrow, watching the show before him. “I’m starting to think this was a bad plan.”

Terry snickered, “You’re just now realizing this?”

Before the trio stood a ten-foot-something being dressed in an impossible long cloak.

“This plan has never failed us,” Lark called out from the middle of the cloak. “The Lord of Chaos is an unstoppable plan.”

“With my wit and Lark’s strength, we won’t fail!”

“Well,” Nick shrugged, looking back around the group. “It’s going to be entertaining, at least.”

[rooolt]

dndads drabble from link’s pov under the cut bc I’m allowed to have fun sometimes

In a way, it reminds him of the sort of melancholy playing soccer alone brought, the gnawing emptiness in his chest he would feel upon remembering he had no one to pass to. It’s a little like that, he thinks, and yet a little different, sitting here covered in a man’s blood. He can still see her, he thinks, a spec in the distance through the open door retreating far, far away. Good, that’s where she should stay. Except, except well he can’t help but feel a little bad. She was good at deflection, but Link caught the hurt look as he yelled at her, just for a moment. But no one would get anywhere in this world if they had any sympathy for traitors and so Link buried that sympathy and sucks in his tears. In a way, he doesn’t deserve to cry, he let this happen. He shouldn’t have trusted her, he should’ve caught on, he should’ve never let it get this bad and yet it was so hard. It was so hard to see past her confident smile and fierce protection and it was hard to forget that one day he saw her on the field. But soccer skills don’t dictate morals, and actions must have consequences, so he stands up and closes the door on her, for good.

[thecoddaughter]

DNDads Drabble (CW: Death, major blood, desensitization)  

The thoughts that went through Link’s head when TJ died. 

First, he saw his father, perched on the wall like a vulture. Link prayed he missed whatever shot he just took… It was highly unlikely. He knew now his father was a skilled sniper. He knew now- He wish he didn’t. He climbed faster, hoping it wasn’t one of his best friends. His only friends really… He hopped over the ledge and heard a faint splash and his shoes stuck to the floor a little bit as stepped forward. His eyes didn’t go to the body first but the girl bent over it. She was covered in blood, way too much of it. The hat was in her hand. She wasn’t Terry Marlowe, the sweet and innocent soccer star anymore. She was barely Scary Marlowe. She muttered things about that to him as he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her away from T.J. He hugged her tighter than he had ever hugged her before. His eyes finally rested on T.J.’s body. Scary shouldn’t have to look at that, he forced himself to, though. He had seen dead bodies and stared at them for unhelpful amounts of time before. The firefighters. His vice principal. But never his dad’s best friend… Never someone who had been there most of his life… Never someone he actually cared about… Every other time he had to worry about the people he didn’t know who got hurt because of something they did. They finally got hurt and it was his own father’s fault. His father took away a hurt, little girl’s father… The one person she actually needed at that moment. He froze in shock for a moment when she pulled away, asking for a few minutes, only to teleport to the other dads. He looked away from T.J. and had to face the reality of his life, a life where his dad was a killer. 

[metaphorical-goblin]

I would like to write!!! Fluffy drabbles!!! Practice fluff! Send me your AA (or DnDads too actually but I think most of you are Ace Attorney) prompts please

Au stuff is totally fine too, you know your girl loves aus

[strivia]

Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

I was tagged by the lovely @takadasaiko, hi friend!!

Most Hits and Second Most Kudos: Opalescent (Tangled The Series; 6,315 Hits / 617 Kudos)

This was the first TTS fic I ever posted, and it went through so many reworks trying to hit the vibe I wanted. I remember working on it at a cute cafe a writing group met at.

Third Most Comments: It's A Gem Thing (Steven Universe; 29 Comments)

Man, it's been a long time since I read this. But I am still a sucker for dancing.

Fourth Most Bookmarks: For The Record This is a Terrible Idea (Tangled the Series, 32 Bookmarks)

Man, I really did like possession verse. I had a lot of plans for it too. I almost picked back up working on it, and then the fandom annoyed me so I've been ignoring TTS for the moment.

Fifth Most Words: Scales of Starvation (Tangled the Series; 3,781 words)

This is one of my actually still ongoing Tangled fics! I have a decent chunk written that's unposted cause it is later in the narrative's timeline. One day perchance the vampire AU will be complete.

Least Words: You're Okay (Dungeons & Daddies; 100 words)

Sometimes you just gotta write a drabble.

This is such a fun mix of stats. Not surprised TTS dominated it, though I am a bit surprised more DNDads didn't get on here.

No Pressure Tagging @kitkatt0430 @pepperf @rose-of-pollux and @belphegor1982. Also anyone who wants to count this as a tag feel free, join us!