#nite drabbles

[twilightlane]

[Part 2 for this, continued heavy themes. @masquenoire]

Becoming Twilight Lady wasn’t so much as one single moment. Although if Liz were to pick one, this would’ve been the starting point. Liz was homeless at a young age, and what does a girl like her do to get money? Work for a pimp. She met Natacha that way, who let Liz live with her. They were like sisters. Natacha was only two years older, and more experienced. Natacha helped Liz learn the ways of their trade. And the ugly truths about it. Of course, being brought up in it, Liz wouldn’t have been able to fully understand how they were both groomed and used until later in life. But the constant sexualization, Natacha’s death, and the reminder that women would always be marginalized by men. Liz wanted to change that. Or at least, take full control over her life. And not let anyone take advantage of her again.

She didn’t report the thugs to the police. She knew long ago the police were just as corrupt nor cared enough to open a case about another sultry woman being murdered. Sluts deserved death, they got what they asked for, as per the conservatives who governed the nation would say. Liz never needed help from the rich snobs who didn’t care.

Taking revenge was easy. Liz wasn’t even surprised that a few years later, when she had her own small brothel up and running, the same thugs barely recognized her. Too distracted with her new outfit. Shiny black laxed hugged all the right places on her body. The mask and name keeping the smallest level of anonymity, her hair now done up in an exaggerated large half bun. She played the role of dominatrix. Giving the man plenty of room for pleasure. Until she’d amped up the pain. The man would howl behind the gag, anger behind his eyes. Then fear when reality settled in. That this session wasn’t like any other. That Liz was going to make this long, and as excruciating as possible. That this was going to be the man’s last moments. Humiliated by being bound in such a lewd manner.

“Like a pig on a spit. Roasting over a fire.” Liz chuckled over the bloodied man. “Maybe you’d like a mirror? You can watch your own life drain from your eyes… Like how I watched Natacha’s.” She whispered in the man’s ear before stepping back. Giving one good lash with the snap of her whip. Pieces of skin practically flew off the man’s back now as it was ripped open.

“Nothing beats a good ol’ medieval method of torture. Don’t ya think?” Twilight strode over to push a full length mirror in front of the man’s face. “Take a good long look, Narcissus.” Her gaze was nothing but cold toward the monster bound below her. “This is what you deserve.”

Once one was dead, the others were more difficult to catch. And unfortunately, they were only the minos swimming close by their shark. Yet Liz was not going to stop now. She wanted the whole gang to be wiped out. So she carefully planned, stalked and calculated her next move. She clawed, bit, fought her way up the ladder. Until it all came to an abrupt halt.

“Look…” Nite Owl ran a gloved hand through his gray hair. The masked vigilante was tired, and a lot older up close. “You give me what you know about their leader, and I’ll cut you loose.”

“Not good enough.” Twilight crossed her arms underneath her chest.

“Come on, lady. You’re in over your head. It’s practically a suicide mission if you go at this guy all by yourself! Not to mention you’ll be getting in my way and I don’t want to hurt someone who doesn’t deserve it.” Hollis huffed under the mask before adding more quietly. “You're too young to be throwing your life away like that.”

Liz frowned. “Maybe you’re too old to play the game, grandpa.”

That got a few incomprehensive sputters from Nite Owl.

“The world changed, the stakes are higher than ever.” Liz continued. “You let me work with you just this once, and we’ll part ways.”

There was a pause as Nite Owl thought over his options carefully.

“On one condition: You won’t kill the bastard. You owe me that much at least.” Hollis’ eyes warned as he held out his hand.

“... Deal.” Liz shook it. Oh, how naïve men were, even in old age.

#sorry for the tag #hope you don't mind #twilight lady #canon divergence #liz lane #elizabeth lane #drabbles #nite owl i #hollis manson #dc rp #dcu

[itaroma42]

okay so not entirely based off of this but definitely inspired by this.

#drabbles #rorschach #nite owl #walter kovacs #dan dreiberg #danror #but like... they're kids so not really #not YET #also i'm scared to tag the artist

[bloodrosebriars]

A letter is delivered by a courier in white, handed over without a word and with only a bow in tow. They are gone in the blink of an eye, the parchment the only sign that they were once there — as white as smoke, and gone with equal grace.

The paper is warm, sealed with the Blood Lord’s sigil.

Jarrod,

The world above oft thinks me a coward, and this letter shall surely prove those assumptions true. I am a coward at heart, too terrified of his own tongue to face thee eye-to-eye. Afraid of misspeaking, as I so often do. Afraid of letting the heart within my blood sing louder than the one within my chest.

Indeed, there be much I am ashamed of, and even more which I cannot give voice to. ‘Tis a funny thing, really, how words can tangle on our tongues, yet still flow freely through our fingers like grains of sand.

Yes, I am writing, because I am tongue-tied. And even still, I know not what to say.

For I know not what to believe. Thy words have stuck as thorns in my mind, pricking at my beliefs, scarring all that I’ve fought for, spurring a horse upon which sits a rider named Doubt. I have begun to question the very essence of our Dynasty — our blood, or bonds. Our love itself.

I have come to realise I have much to learn.

And I am ashamed. Too ashamed to speak these words to thy face, to hear them echo back to me and taste their flavour on my tongue. But the pen is a mighty tool. And I have chosen to brandish it as a sword against the dragon of my own ego.

I am sorry.

We wind in circles like starving wolves, gnashing our teeth and pawing at snow, arguing over who is right and who is wrong. About love. About blood. About blessings. I am not sure yet if I am even willing to let whatever truths nestle within the feathers of thy words’ breast find home within the branches of my own; but I want thee to know, I have thought much, and come to conclusions that even the most mighty of quills could not compel my stubborn self-image to write.

Perhaps this is unextraordinary news. But it has come to me with much turbulence.

I still have much thought to give, many lessons to practice, and many languages to learn. One day I hope to speak thy tongue, too. And I pray that thou’rt, at the very least, receptive of my own.

But on to the matter at hand…

All the childishness of epiphany aside, I am writing thee to congratulate thee and Rosalind on thy matrimony. Woe is my name, wallowing in self-pity for being kept off the “guest list,” as they say; however, I am hoping thou wouldst allow me spoil ye all the same. Prithee, if thou wouldst allow me be selfish one last time, I do implore thee and Rosalind to join me and my ilk at Mohgwyn Palace for a feast. We shall be awaiting thee tomorrow night, whenever thou’rt hungry, with gifts and glories alike. For indeed, though our dear Rosalind may not have felt comfortable interacting with my Masks and Fingers, they know her — and her cooking! — quite well, and are all pleased to hear of her happiness. (Perhaps I have sung thy praises, Jarrod, too, enough to paint thee quite the hero of amour. My Masks look forward to meeting thee — indeed, meeting the one who nearly shattered the horn in mine eye. But I digress.)

We shall dine upon wild boar, Dominulan vegetables, and the finest Carian wine, all in the name of thy love. For thou deservest every last drop of what we, and our Dynasty, may offer. And I would be a shameful shepherd if I did not share my flock’s feed with a ram of golden fleece.

I thank thee, and Rosalind, for all ye have taught me. And I hope — Gods, do I hope — to remain a friend of thy family no matter how far the tides of time ebb.

With great hope to see the soon,

—Mohg

[ @wanderer-among-undead ]

#[ic] #[drabble] #:] #cries cus he signed it with just his name rather than a title #anyway i hve to be up for work in six hours oops Good Nite

[mcondance]

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[elliesdoll]

about me 𝜗𝜚

- i’m 19, latina, & a lesbian! my names clarisse, but u can also call me dolly ᵕ̈

- interests: tlou, life is strange, arcane, any sapphic media tbh, twd, fiona apple, faye webster, syd matters, & clairo!

-i write for tlou as of rn, and my requests are open (and slowly answered!!) i only write for abby, dina, and ellie.

- i do NOT write non-con, incest, ddlg, abuse, anything illegal, stepsibling/stepparent stuff, etc.

this is a sapphic nsfw blog!! please dni if you’re an ageless acc/minor/male!

dni if you do not support palestine.

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if i write more in the future, ill make a separate post for all my fics :)

ᡣ𐭩- fluff || ☆- angst || 𐙚- smut

angsty loser!ellie drabble (?) (pts 2&3 linked!)𐙚☆

dom!els w/ shy reader blurb 𐙚

ellie n’ reader smoking ᡣ𐭩

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[yestrnight]

— blog navi: mod nite / bigender / 18 / (she/he/they)

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currently writing; master + test subject slime fucked, pussy drunk gepard

( REQUESTS ARE OPEN. )

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[syarina]

Favourite Elizabeth Olsen Characters Blogs

Smut~ Fluff~ Angst~ Dark~ Nothing~

Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda Pet Play

Lost & Found ~ WandaNat

I'm To Blame pt. 2

The Last Time

Ruined, Regret ~ WandaNat

Attention Stunt ~ WandaNat

Never Change Yourself ~ Wanda Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Natasha Romanoff

Misplaced Frustration, Blame Game, Until Then ~ WandaNat

I'll Wait (Masterlist) ~ Mom!WandaNat

M.I.L.F Series Masterlist

I Want You To Be Rough With Me, pt.2

Drabble: Mean cheerleader!Wanda

I Just Can't Get Enough Of You

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

The More The Merrier

Who's Your Mommy

The Twilight Zone

Drive You Insane

When We Met

20th Birthday

Naughty Girl

Night Feeds

Punishment

Day 'N' Nite

Pretty Skirt

Obedience

Aftermath

Rosemary

OnlyFans

Crop Top

Gravitas

Ovulate

Me & U

Forever

Asleep

Sokovi

Toy

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Everything’s in Check ~ WandaNat

Submissive Training ~ WandaNat

My Good Girls ~ WandaNat

Watching ~ WandaNat

Enemy ~ WandaNat

Brats ~ WandaNat

G!P Wandanat

Teachers ~ F!MCU Characters

Something Special

I'm Yours ~ WandaNat

You're Not My Type

Who Are You

Body Swap

Taylor Sloane

Taylor Sloane Smut

Bratty

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[cpunkbubby]

YIPPEE tagged by @hyperfixated-homo but i refuse 2 reblog that post . U guys only get 2 know abt Me & no one else 🧡

Currently reading: Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn— a book I have wanted 2 read since 4evr & I FINALLY AM !!!

Bound To Struggle: Where Kink and Radical Politics Meet by Simon Strikeback (volume 2)— s/o 2 trench 4 recommending this. It is a cool sex zine very epic. I love kink & queer politics

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinburg— I have been trying 2 finish this book since last yr. I hit a weird not-wanting-2-read-ever phase when I picked it up, but I am continuing. It WILL get finished I promise

Heroes of Olympus: The House of Hades by Rick Riordan— actuslly haven't started this book, but it is next on my list. I promise

Favourite color: ORANG!!! 4EVAR ^_^ 🧡🐄

Last song: long time friends by the living tombstone

Last movie: FUCK IF I KNOW. Matilda 2022? I think? I do nkt watch movies </3

Sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury every day . And spicy. And sweet. I kind of like everything & will eat everything

Currently working on: I am working on a s*nders s*des drabble 4 a request & i also am in the midst of lining an art piece (it... is also s*nders s*des sorry im fucked up & insane)

Tagging: i have no idea which of my mutuals like 2 b tagged in things & which dont so here is a list of mutuals i will gladly bother every second of the day & they probably want 2 block me (LOVINGLY.... OUT OF LOVE!) /J @enbyzombies @evilneo @lovecoreclownz @goo-helio-nite @casketfreak (u did the last tag game) @gender-i-hardly-know-er @lastwave @beemblebu @st4rsh4ped @carcinocommander @robot-transsexual & everyone else who wants 2 do this i just woke up

[b1mbodoll]

ur enha hyungline omorashi drabble got me twirling my hair n shiiiiiiii ,,,,, i think u just awakened my piss kink that i never knew existed holy fuck is this my enlightenment era ??????? i'm losing my mind help me

LOLLLL im so honored to be the reason behind ur awakeninf u have no idea how much this means to me <3 i will gladly help u out hehe i have a lil hoon + omorashi thirst dropping tmr nite ;) and im always open to fleshing out a lil thirst u guys send it !!

#always glad to be of assistance #lmk if u have anyone specific in mind you’d like me to write ab! #however like i said i have a sunghoon thirst im posting tmr so i’m going to prioritize other members nd then ill post another hoon drabble #if yall ask for it lol #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #💌.omorashi

[bapydemonprincess]

Will there be a continuation of that story?? Where Sebastian finally changes and they go out and stuff?? Please I need to see sebagrelle girlies date nite!!!!

Daww I might explore something like that, I dunno, most cases where I get to make these drabbles and what barely passes as drabbles it's like a spur-of-the-moment I NEED TO GET THIS DOWN sort of deal, and thus it feels like it's better as a one hit wonder, you know? But there's times when I do continue, at some point. Or at least write something with the same themes and yet its something else going on at a different time! 🤷 So if I do, we'll see, and I hope you'll be satisfied! Thank you in the mean time for sending me the message!! Glad you really liked it that much!! 🥰

#my writing #sebagrelle #trust me that I grab up every opportunity I find to write when I KNOW I can #I have so many ideas in general that are bursting out..

[pebblish]

S3 E4: “The Foundling” Drabble

The cave was humid, or so Bo-Katan assumed. Being unable to remove her helmet, she couldn’t tell. The Armorer had gone ahead of her, and Bo-Katan took her time winding her way through the cave system. The red rock was eroded into senseless patterns, lines and whorls intersecting and fanning out like the many branches of a tree. It was so different from Mandalore. Mandalore’s caves had been dark, grim.

Even before the Purge. She had been scared of them, at first, when it had been her time to swear the Creed, to bathe in the Waters.

Her sister and father had gone ahead of her proudly, unafraid. Satine’s blonde hair had been like a beacon in the dim light, and the standards of House Kryze had beckoned her forward. She had to swallow her fear- her father would not allow her to embarrass him.

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

Bo-Katan jerked and withdrew her hand as if burned. She turned and laid eyes on the Armorer at the other end of the cave, the path having ended in an enclosed area with all the elements of a Forge.

“I… suppose.”

The Armorer set to work with the creation of her new pauldron, and Bo-Katan hesitantly stepped deeper into the cave. She always felt that same thrill upon setting foot into a Forge, almost akin to trepidation. It was so close to entering a temple for her. For her people.

She hadn’t been in a true Forge in… so long she had forgotten the sounds, the smell of beskar being smelt, being shaped into new armor. Bo-Katan wanted to remove her helmet, if only to experience it all again.

“The patterns in the rock are like the maps of star systems, I find. Intricate patterns, carved out through eons. Unfathomable. Beautiful. Rough.”

The Armorer glanced up at Bo-Katan where she stood, hammer in her right hand.

“Like Mandalorians, in a way.”

Bo-Katan stared at her. She dipped her head in acknowledgement, lost for words. This woman…

She had such a presence, a confidence and unwavering belief in her identity as a Mandalorian.

What was that like? Bo hadn’t felt that confident since-

“How do you trust the others in the covert if you cannot see their faces?”

The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think to swallow them down.

The Armorer set her hammer down, and turned slowly, her full attention on Bo-Katan now.

“I see their faces. Beskar’gam is the face of every Mandalorian. What more do I need to see?”

Bo-Katan did not respond. She stared up at the Mythosaur hanging up on the far wall of the cave, and remembered what she had seen in the Living Waters. She could almost convince herself it had been a figment of her imagination, but she had never had an active imagination before.

“I can replace what’s missing of your pauldron, but not with its modern refinements.”

The Armorer had picked back up her instruments, and was hammering the beskar into shape on the anvil. The song of the beskar as it was shaped had Bo-Katan’s blood heating.

“Shall I inlay the signet of the Nite Owl?”

The Mythosaur was staring down at her from the far wall. She remembered it’s eyes, the horns of the beast dazzlingly white in the light of her headlamp.

“Would it be acceptable to wear one pauldron of the Nite Owl, and another with the Mythosaur?”

The Armorer did not look her way as she held the pauldron over the fire.

“The Mythosaur belongs to all Mandalorians. It is always acceptable to wear.”

Bo-Katan tilted her head. The Mythosaur still hung there, watching her. Her gaze moved back to the Armorer, to the way she held the beskar so delicately, so reverently. The Forgemasters had always had a deeper connection to the metal than any other Mandalorian. Only they could make it sing.

Bo-Katan had to tell someone. She couldn’t keep it to herself anymore. She had to know if she was going mad, if the toxic air on Mandalore had somehow rotted away a part of her brain.

“What would you say if I told you I saw one?”

The Armorer turned to look at her, pauldron in hand.

“That you saw what?”

Bo-Katan plowed on.

“A Mythosaur.”

The Armorer came towards her, caressing the pauldron in one hand, like one might caress a lover.

“I would say you are very lucky. It is a noble vision.”

Bo-Katan almost faltered.

“No. I… I mean a real one.”

The Armorer loomed over her now, fixing the pauldron on her shoulder gently.

“Beneath the Living Waters on Mandalore.”

She had to tell someone, had to make them understand what this meant. Even if she herself didn’t understand, this woman would.

“When you choose to walk the Way of the Mand’alor, you will see many things.”

The Armorer’s voice was not demeaning, not belittling. Bo-Katan still felt the need to defend herself.

“But it was real.”

The Armorer, whose hand had been lingering on her shoulder for a moment, withdrew. She took a step back to survey Bo-Katan, and Bo wondered what the woman behind the golden helmet saw. She had never been so glad for her helmet in that moment- she had never been good at hiding her emotions when they crossed her face.

“This is the Way.”

The Armorer retreated, and Bo-Katan got the distinct impression she had failed some sort of test. Her eyes slid inexplicably back to the Mythosaur on the wall. Watching her. Watching over them.

Always watching.

#my writing #drabble #what is a star war #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 #bo-katan kryze #armorer/bo-katan kryze

[thexianzhoujade]

BWAAAH KAI . . You’re fannie ?? 🥺 whaaat ! who ! when where why howw ! ! ! ! when did u announce dwis ?!! i feel so late to da party omgie KAIIII ! ! ! ! ! ! ‘m shaking u by da shoulders squealing at a high enough frequency 2 shatter glass :<

how kind r u to write those personalized drabbles for everyone ! ! 🥺🥺 catering it to each person individually requires so much work n careful observation n n n ! 🥺 u r an actual angel on earth bwabie . . . thank u so so so much not only frm myself but frm everyone else who u sent those drabbles to . . this is embarrassing to admit wah but i rllie do reread it almost every day n it makes mi so incredibly happie each n every time 🥺🥺🥺 hehe now . . . ‘s time for payback >:D mweheheheh

i am fannie babie !!! ehehe ur not late 2 da party at allll i announced it last nite here <33 surprise !! ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

eeeek u r gon make me cry coco u absolute sweetheart (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) is just mi love language 2 mooties… still got plenty o’ gifts 2 give u all !! in fact, haithie is in drafts rite nowww ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) ilysm dis will not be da end of fannie i prommy!!

uh oh… every1 is takin revenge tho (｡>﹏<) dis is war !! ♡

#hehe surprise 4 da mooties ! #i have lots in drafties rn… #stahp u r da cutest evr… #‘m so happi i wrote him well enough 2 have THE miss coco reread my work >///< o ma gawd the honour !! #! gambling with coco ᡣ𐭩 #⋆౨ alexi answers ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

[satocidal]

different anon but the "saturn" user makes me think of @/saturn-nite (?) dunno if thats the drabble but they just started out i think, so idt you'd find them in the tags

Help why can’t I find the blog😭(through this one or my super secret hidden account 💀)

Thank you anon baby, but I just see the user—maybe link smn from them in here?

#idk just trying to be helpful😭😭✋ #from.someone #☼࿐𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠→

[garoujo]

m so happy you liked my nagi drabble omg (╥﹏╥)

omigosh !!! ;__; i totally luv’d it !!! it was so super gewd snifle .. u have gave me so many thotz 2 think about all nite <3

#ʚ ₊˚ 💭 — moots. #ֹ ₊˚ ✰` ꒱ — ella. #I WAS BLESSED <3 snifle i love him + the idea was so very !!! it had my back arching i luuuuuuv’d >_< !

[domesticloki]

Late night shorts.

Y/N: *moans*

Loki: What was that?

Y/N: What?

Loki: That.

Y/N: I… an orgasm.

Loki: That was not an orgasm

Y/N: That was too an orgasm!

Loki: That was not an orgasm.

Y/N: Yes it was!

Loki: Was not. Here, I’ll show you an orgasm

Y/N: That’s so rude, you can’t just… Oh my GOD!

Loki: *smiling smuggly* Now that is an orgasm.

#loki drabble #smut #late night #late nite #mcu #fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki fanfiction #mcu drabble #i gotta get this out of my head so I can sleep oh god look at the time i have to be up in four hours

[bearseokie]

that KIHYUN fic 👁👄👁 hot hot hot

🔥🔥🔥 thank you thank you 🔥🔥🔥

demon kihyun had me like

#drabble: trick or treat #thinking about kihyun in a demon horns headband 2 nite #ask box: mail's here! 💌