#dungeons and daddies fic

[satanickpanick]

“It was nothing personal, Normal.”

Catchy one-liners were kinda Hermie’s thing. Quips were masks, cheesy pickups were shields, and answering a question with a question was as good as a magic forcefield. Hermie was a master deflector, even when he could admit that mayyybe he should’ve been a little bit more serious. Moments like this, when his sort-of-best-friend-practically-blood-rival-totally-not-crush caught him red- (or, perhaps, green-and-white-) handed in the act of finally, finally taking what he’d come for.

Teeny the Teen had achieved almost godlike status by the time Hermie had set out on his mission. A relic of immense social power, its foam head and sweat-stained jersey were the stuff of legends at Chaperell. At least since Hermie’s eighth-grade visits to the CHS theatre department’s special behind-the-scenes performances, and very evidently far, far into the past, Teeny had been coveted for his heritage at San Dimas Public, and his longstanding rivalry with CHS. The funny thing was that the closer Hermie’d got to his goal, the deeper he’d gotten into the… everything that he had been totally unprepared to face in his subterfuge, the more he’d forgotten about Teeny. The idol that was the mascot had taken a backseat to actual idols, new worlds, new wounds, new friends- and to the man who wore the suit. He’d been poisoned, burned, fireballed, ignored… and he’d made friends, he thought. Real friends, sort of, despite- well, everything. Taylor at least thought he was a worthy (ha) sidekick, and Normal- Normal encouraged him. He sided with him, he spoke to him like an equal. That was more than Hermie could say about his colleagues in both CHS and SDPHS theatre. And- well, Normal had thought that the Hermie he’d pecked on the cheek in Hell had been real. That had been nice to think about, just a little. And when it came down to it, Normal was always the first to say hey, let’s see what Hermie thinks! or where did Hermie go?

Ah, the Romeo and Juliet, the Musical, Abridged of it all, Hermie thought as he landed assfirst, cushioned by Teeny’s head, in Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia’s hydrangeas. Two high schools, both alike in dignity, in fair San Dimas-Earth-Faerun-Hell where we lay our scene… Fuck, he was in wayyyyy too deep. How was he supposed to recover from this? How was he supposed to go back to CHS, where he’d be a hero- but alone? He’d fooled himself, when he’d started this particular piece of chicanery, that things would be different when he returned to his home turf with Teeny the Teen held high. That he’d be Hermie the Worthy, the hero, the star. But he’d had some time to reflect, to change, to figure out who he was- and it wasn’t that.

It really wasn’t. And well- seniors were gonna senior. They weren’t gonna respect him any more than they respected each other. How was he supposed to go back to the way things used to be, now that he’d literally been to Hell and back? He couldn’t, not after what he’d seen and done, alongside the enemy, at that. He hugged the mascot (that smells distinctly, nastily, comfortingly of Normal) (Normal who definitely found his school ID and definitely hated his guts for this) close.

No, it wasn’t personal. Not at first.

But what was he supposed to do now?

[outtoshatter]

@satashiiwrites tagged me for Snippet Sunday and I haven't participated in forever so we'll throw in the tag from @rosieposiepuddingnpie from WIP Whenever too 😅 thanks, pals!!

Here's a little snippet from my WIP, Hunt! I'm really excited about it 🥰🥰🥰🥰

There was something barbarous in the woods. Its presence was shifting and energetic, a devouring flame in the otherwise peaceful forest. Lark’s head came up, eyes darting to track the unseen energy. Sparrow didn’t sit up. There were three squirrels on him, resting in a line from his chest down his right leg. The temple was small, but cool and breezy in the late spring morning. Everything was lush green and gold, brimming with life. Spring was giving way to the relentless march of summer; they could feel it in their bones, in the soil under their feet, and in the slow, steady growth of their trees. Lark swung his legs down off the stone he’d been lying on, turning his head left and right. His skin prickled with awareness, muscles flexing.

:D tagging some people who hopefully haven't been tagged yet: @2dents @robotcorsair @dear-massacre @cephalog0d

@raisesomehale @giraffeskull @paintedlight

[mthevlamister]

So this is the last fic I’ll post for a bit. I don’t have many more ideas, and even if I do write more, I probably won’t post them on here for a hot sec (the majority of my mutuals are not dndads based), but I’m pretty happy with this one.

If you do read, check the tags. It’s a look at Lark and his anger, set in a world without Dood.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50061973

[isa-grapes]

Sometimes, Normal thinks, loving someone isn’t enough.

[alien-bluez]

Lark can't handle nice things, and as he says "always fucks it up."

Drew a scene from this fic here, please please go read it right now!

[jksnrabbit]

Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart [CLOSESON]

happy pride month to my favourite fictional men

i also made a version with Good Luck, Babe! because i think chappell roan couldve changed darryl 'he feels love for the first time in a while' wilson

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 7.1: Not Okay

Masterlist: Here

CW: Drunk ex, mentions of violent behavior, language and don’t read if you’re not comfortable with the brief mentions of past abusive type of situations

Tag List: @littlered0000 @saramelaniemoon @ali-r3n @sapphire4082 @sweetmoonlove0214 @eddies-girl-22 @darknesseddiem @peaches-roses-sins @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @daisy-munson @cultish-corner @mrsjellymunson @aol19 @micheledawn1975 @2000babies @marshmallowgem @ang3lc @angelina16torres-blog @transparentenemypenguin @alilstressyandlotdepressy

A/N: This part and the next one are on the more difficult side, I wrote them from my own experience. I think it’s important to know what exactly you’ve been/are going through with your ex, it’s short but I hope yall still enjoy it✨

[koszmarnybudyn]

The kids will some day be fine.

Cw. Blood on the second picture:

[felayslay]

reading a fic and then realising it was written by one of your tumblr mutuals is an out of body experience

[hermanunworthy]

a heavy burden to drag along.

[rooolt]

us oakworthies used to have it so easy, what with our “I knew you liked me”s and “we’ve got to stop meeting like this”. Gone are the days of “you can still be poison ivy sexy” and cheek kisses in hell. What happened to us?

[nat-without-a-g]

Thinking about how (almost) every kid wanted to be the chosen one for the Hell Prophecy, and Taylor’s anime opening bit in the first episode. Tried picking out who what the MC of what genre but it was really hard as someone who usually does not consider genre ^^;

[outtoshatter]

Vessel

Slow flashing green lights cast shifting shadows over the window, across Lark's face, and the cages behind him. Outside, the sky was black and close with heavy clouds. Another slow streak of green lightning cut across the sky. Behind him, a silken voice said, "Your vessel is sinking...captain." His fists clenched at his sides. "Give me what I want and I can save it all--your boat, your crew, the rest of your...collection." He spun around, fury cutting through blind panic. The demon in the cage waggled his fingers, flashing gold-tipped claws. "Come on, it won't hurt." "We'll be bound." Revulsion and desire twisted through him. He shrugged. "I don't see how that's relevant." Above their heads, scream of pain split the air. The demon smiled. "So sweet..." He tipped his head side-to-side. "Tick-tock, captain." Water rushed in under the door. Swearing, Lark unlocked the cage and slashed his knife across his fingertips, intending to fling his blood at him. The demon caught his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, licking the blood away. Lark gasped when heat flashed through his veins. A golden tether connected them. The demon's eyes flared like embers. "Let's get started."

Also on ao3!

[kerrste]

Dndads ep 27 lives forever in my mind

[Bonus under the cut]

[methcheese]

me when things get Bad but i can only think abt that fuckin dad podcast

[alien-bluez]

Rehearsals

based on the wonderful fic what happens backstage by @apricior , been thinking about oakworthy ever since i read it hehe please go read it if you haven't already!