#i haven’t forgotten about tumblr i swear

[lesbians4buckleys]

today i bring to tumblr… more 911!cowboys content… what is it you ask? the origin of the gang name!

i wanted to give the gang a good reason to be called “the 118” instead of just naming them that for no reason, so i came up with this, read if you’re interested! —

the “118” gang earned their name just a few short months after chimney and hen were taken under bobby nash’s wing — it was their first big ‘job’ with their new appointed leader, a man they still weren’t entirely sure of. although not a huge job, it was going to be bigger than pickpocketing and robbing random carriages along trails. altogether, they earned 118 dollars. it wasn’t much, but it was more than chimney and hen had earned under gerrard in years. it was the first big symbol of change amongst the group, and a sign of better things to come. the tale of this small bank hit became a lucky charm amongst the group — it was also the first time they knew they could fully put their trust in bobby, and when they realised he would be leading them to greater things.

> they started to refer to themself as the 118 from here on out, and eventually as the group grew and became more infamous, it became a gang name that made frequent appearances in newspapers and on wanted posters.

> bobby even kept one of the bills from this hit, and carries it with him always in his boot.

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as per usual, i’d love to hear anyone else’s thoughts on this :) this was just the best my brain could come up with, but i’m so so open to hearing more ideas!! yeehaw!!

[cosmicccowboy0]

Hi! Can we see more of your Papyton fanchild?? I really love your art 💜

YES!!!! Ive been meaning to draw them again! And thank you!!🫂🫂❤️

I like to think that they grow up with a passion for singing and performance like Mtt :)

[justiebunch]

Of course I remembered to post here! Definitely! (Listen. I never claimed to be a good liar)

Have art as my apologies

[fei-rest]

Hello Tumblr! Will be putting OC stuff on here gradually, I’ve been doing a drawing challenge on Instagram so content from that.

[ereyies]

I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU GUYS ON TUMBLR DON’T WORRY IVE JUST BEEN MAKING A BUNCH OF PHANTOM STUFF FOR TIK TOK!! <3333

will get back to frankenposting asap i swear

[mk-writes-stuff]

Get to Know the Writeblr Questionnaire

Rules: answer the questions!

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @willtheweaver for the tags :)

Basics

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve had a tumblr for like… six months now? It’s been a writeblr for four or five of those

What led you to create it?

I don’t remember why I made the account originally. I made it into a writeblr because I wanted someplace to ramble about my first original WIP in like five years

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

Y’all are so friendly and supportive! I love how nice people are and every comment I get :)

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I jump around between projects more than I’d like. I swear I am still working on Seven Stations, I’m just also doing a bit of other stuff and being hella busy, which is why I haven’t made much progress on it. I haven’t forgotten it, I swear!

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Can’t think of much, I’m pretty happy. I do love polls though. Something about clicking buttons makes the brain go brrrrrr

WIPs

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Always Seven Stations and Pirates’ Roost. They never leave me. I do also have another fanfic short I’m working on because it possessed my brain, but that’s a very short-term project

How long have you been working on them?

Seven Stations (the original idea) is about five months old now. Pirates’ Roost has existed in one form or another for about four years, and has existed in its current form for about two. My random short is a week old lol

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Seven Stations was inspired by the concept of “lesbian noblewoman and her bodyguard who hates her enemies to lovers in space fantasy.” Pirates’ Roost was inspired by my obsession with Magic: the Gathering and started taking shape in its current form when my gf introduced me to her OC Merry and decided to move him to Ixalan. My short is inspired by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Star Wars: the Clone Wars

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Uh. A lot. My WIPs are my special interest, so probably at least several hours a day

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

“Fantasy and sci-fi.” Sometimes if we’re in a longer conversation I’ll give them a little Seven Stations blurb, although it rarely goes longer than “space fantasy political drama on a set of space stations”

Characters

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oh boy, okay. This is interesting because my gf created or had such a strong creative influence on so many of the characters I write about that I can’t lay claim to a lot of them. But here’s some that I at least came up with the initial baseline for, although she’s probably had her influence on most of them too (I can’t exactly remember for sure but I’m pretty sure on these ones):

Seven Stations: Belladonna, Cassie, Cassiopeia, Stellaris, Ricinus, Goldenrod

Pirates’ Roost: Len, Favin, Finley Albertson, Julian, Kiali, Morrigan, Skipper

Other MTG: Amaranthe, Viveri “Viv” Evern, Andreia Kozlov, Salas Nivar, Tendrii Lenira, Sorcil, Adana, Estrill, Astrilla, Valentine, Remi, Kaine Belnatsky, Ettie Strubins

Other fandoms: Brin Damson, Baresh, Trax

Other original characters: Celestine, Maia, Fellise, Rhea, Ashlin, Medlar, Dravite, Rokku, Falcon, Jesker

There are definitely more but there’s a sampling :)

Who’s the most unhinged?

For Seven Stations, it’s Cassie. In general, Viv and Astrilla are probably vying for the top slot. I haven’t introduced y’all to them but they’re both CRACKED

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Once again it’s Cassie. And Stellaris, he’s very relatable

Do you ever cringe at them?

All the damn time

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

They refuse to cooperate on a semi-regular basis. I can usually tell when I’m fighting to justify the action I want them to do. That means it’s time for a change-up

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

Literally anytime for any reason. I love it. Asks and reblog dare my favourite, but I’m not picky :)

Interaction

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I follow writeblrs if I like the look of their stuff enough that I want it on my dash

What makes you decide against following?

Anything that makes me uncomfortable (ranging anywhere from weird takes to content I just don’t like). Or if I’m just not vibing with their stuff. But sometimes I miss cool blogs too because I don’t have time to check out everything

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not super often because I don’t often see their stuff but I’m not opposed to it. Feel free to come chat with me even if you’re not my mutual :)

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Oh yeah. Both the people who tagged me in this have characters I think about. But also @illarian-rambling has phenomenal OCs - Sepo lives in my brain on the little shelf of my favourite traumatized fictional little guys

This was a fun game! @somethingclevermahogony @nixwithapen @touloserlautrec want to play? Blanks below the cut :)

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine! What led you to create it? What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? How long have you been working on them? Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like! Who’s the most unhinged? Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Do you ever cringe at them? How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others? Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc. What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following? Do you interact with non-mutuals often? Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

I wanna apologize cause I swear to god I’ve been keeping track and adding all of you who have requested to be on the taglist to my excel sheet, 😅

BUT

For some reason tumblr would NOT let me fucking post the newest update with the tagged usernames on it. It kept erroring even when I deleted and redid the whole list. It only allowed me to post it if I didn’t tag anyone.🙄

So that being said, I’ll try again next update. But I haven’t forgotten anyone! And I’m sorry if you didn’t get notified about the newest chapter!

TLDR: tumblr is a giant bitch. I will try to tag next time.

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: all that bloodshed, crimson clover (my hand was the one you reached for) by allofyourflaws

What you need to know going in:

It’s a “what happened during the ride to Eregion classic,” folks! One of my favorites of the bunch (and a favorite one-shot), it’s brimming with tension and tenderness in equal measure, and what feels like a series of stolen moments between a repressing-her-feelings-and-terror-but-holding-it-together (barely) Galadriel and a genuinely wounded, genuinely besotted, and what reads to me as genuinely guilty-feeling Sauron (can’t convince me otherwise). The narrative is tightly woven and bewitching to read; if you haven’t sought this one out yet, do. You’ll be happy you did.

Complete, Not Rated

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: lend me some sugar (I am your neighbor) by @wyrd-syster

What you need to know going in:

Flames engulfed me when I read this; pretty sure I still have the scorch marks.🔥 But really, this fic is so unfairly hot it immediately made its way into my bookmarks even before the, er, very satisfying conclusion. 😂 A 2-chapter Modern AU featuring Gal and Hal as neighbors in an apartment complex that has VERY thin walls, and Hal is not so courteous about keeping it down when he has guests. Despite being with Celeborn, let’s just say that Gal struggles with her rude neighbor’s nighttime activities. In more ways than one… 👀 Featuring a perfectly haughty but pretty well-justified Galadriel, a lightly mean, slutty and way-too-irresistible Halbrand, like I said, you’ll need to be prepared to cool down after you read this fic. Bonus! Hal is a cat dad. It only adds to his irresistibility.

Complete, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: A Blessing of Eru by @scriberated

What you need to know going in:

Another masterpiece by the lovely @scriberated! A sprawling mini-epic that started off as a one-shot, this story sees Galadriel finding out she’s pregnant just before she learns who Halbrand really is. The devastation of the realization; the resulting anguish… is impeccable, as always with Scriberated’s works. From there, Galadriel tries to find a way forward, but to the surprise of literally no one, once Sauron realizes he’s going to be a dad, our favorite Dark Lord is even more all-in than before on the whole bind me to your light plan. After he learns the truth, he makes it his mission to win Gal over through any means necessary—some savory, others not so much. I don’t want to spoil too much plot, so I’ll just say that in addition to our favorite couple, the standouts here are the world-building and characterization, Gil-Galad and Elrond, especially. It’s truly amazing how much finely-written story gets packed into less than ten chapters, and how much character growth, even for Sauron. A favorite you’ll return to over and over again? Absolutely.

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Oathbound {Series} by @nenyabusiness

What you need to know going in:

Cheating a little here because Oathbound is a series of standalone fics that you can read independently, but let me tell ya, you’ll want to bask in them all. The initial premise: Galadriel agrees to bind herself to Sauron, but only if they both swear an oath (with a capital O, Feanorian-style—aka irrevocable, or Serious Business in the Tolkien-verse) to linger close to the light as they try to heal Middle-earth together. From there, the series follows Gal and Sauron ruling Pelargir together, seeking an end to Adar and trying to toe the line between what is right, and what is easy. In other words, what the Oath will allow. The characterization, smut, and well, everything in this series is sublime, but I especially love the dynamic between Gal and Sauron here. Their exploration of morality is incredibly compelling, and it builds a recognizable but incredibly unique-feeling bond and partnership between the two of them. The latest installment is especially a testament to that—so go catch up if you’re not already reading it!

WIP, Teen up to Explicit

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The Can’t Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Lay me down by @orcas86

What you need to know going in:

Mmm, another post-S1 story with all the markers of greatness, which is no surprise coming from @orcas86 (who you’ll definitely see listed here again). It begins with Galadriel giving birth to her and Sauron’s son, and all of the all-encompassing feelings that accompany the life-altering event. It’s a heady start to a story that follows how Galadriel and Sauron will navigate a tenuous future as parents on opposing sides of a war. Again, I don’t want to spoil too many plot details for this semi-slow burn, so I’ll just say that it grips you; draws you in an incredibly immersive, almost stifling way through the broad range of feelings from Galadriel, Sauron, and also Elrond, too. Characterization with a capital C. Pick this baby up when you’ve got hours to kill; you won’t regret it.

WIP, Explicit

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🤩🤩🤩

Me at all these fics:

Don’t see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don’t fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend… ❤️

Until next week!

[sly-fox]

This is honestly going to suck but-

Okay, I don’t see enough people talking about this so- here we are. This will contain spoilers for the analog horror series, Guilty Tears Au of Sanders Sides. If you haven’t seen it or if any of the following triggers you, please skip: (I am listing the triggers from all the episodes just in case you want to watch it as well so some won’t make sense on a tumblr post, but just in case-) Disturbing Imagery, Loud Sounds, Body Horror, Blood, Gore, Death, Violence, Food (more like implied cannibalism, but ok-), Flashing Lights, Spiders, Ladybugs.

Now if any of that bugs you, I would say that this isn’t for you. This is just my personal opinion and analysis on this series! So let’s get started:

Episode 1: Teachers PowerPoint

So, we’re starting off with a very simple format; a PowerPoint presentation called “Dreams, a Manageable Analysis by Logan Sanders”.

Like omg Logan is so cute in this 🥺. He keeps talking about sleep and the benefits and downsides of it. But something is… off about it. The monitor keeps glitching out and skipping parts of the presentation. It skipped over the definition of Non-REM sleep, and it just is a bit strange. Then this happens:

And then it gets closer T-T. I kinda jumped when I saw it ngl- Then he gives us the definition of a nightmare. It kinda was normal at first but then-

Like wth-? This was honestly just weird to me me, cause he looked like a fucking demon- this isn’t even the weirdest part (and therefore not the most interesting).

Now, the first one is obviously a reference to everything going on with the wedding arc and… other things. Missing Important Events? The callback. Loneliness. More so up to interpretation, or is it? I’ll come back to it later. Rejection? Again, back to it later. Confusing Emotions? All that Thomas has been dealing with for a WHILE. Broken promises, WTIT, anyone?

The second photo:

Morse Code Translated (not by me): WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE  YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING

Wow.. well what I say about this, is that Logan is snapping at Thomas again, cause as we have seen, he tends to distract himself rather than actually solving his problems. Logan is trying to communicate with Thomas again and he. Won’t. Listen.

After that we got a number sequence:

19/20/15/16/9/7/14/15/18/9/14/7/18/5

If you line it up with the letters in the alphabet, you get “Stop Ignoring Re”. I thought I heard it wrong but I didn’t-. So there had to be a reason for it to say “Re” instead of “Me”, right? Right. I’ll be tying it together, I swear. Just bear with me here. I also find it interesting that a YELLOW GLOVED HAND turned off the monitor and put an out of order note on the screen (I mean it was pretty glitchy so I mean-).

(Also there is a sticky note on the bottom left corner that reads “DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN” keep that in the back of your mind c:)

Episode 2: Forgotten Fairytale

So it starts with Janus opening a story book titled “The Young Prince”.

This is interesting- I see a little crown charm on the bookmark- Erin focus- okay so the cover already grabbed my attention. At first cause I thought of beauty and the beast and

H O L Y S H I T the parallels. We have a mirror with a green gem on the handle (I don’t think it’s important but I could be mistaken-). In it, a black wilting rose. Black roses itself mean death, while the wilting flower by itself means “Term used to supress desire when it would otherwise be impossible to fornicate.” Roman wanted to go to the callback (and ask out Nico), but it seemed just out of reach, so he ended up with choosing an option that goes against himself (Virgil helped him with Nico but still-).

To the actual story, it talks about how lonely Roman feels (Loneliness huh?) and that he wants to meet his true love. He searches and searches but can’t find them. One night, a witch pays a visit. He says that he wants to make a deal: he will give Roman his “one true love” in exchange for half of his kingdom. Roman didn’t want to risk it, and told him no.. the witch did not like that.

He cursed Roman, and his face had melted off. Overwhelmed by heartbreak, he locked himself in his tower. The people eventually forgot about him and he died alone, holding the wilted black rose..

And then Janus literally closes the book on that tale-. So Roman’s I feel is more metaphorical, he feels like his world is falling apart, trying to use love to distract him from the pain of his decision to go to the wedding, and the moment he was attacked, no one helped him.. (Janus I love you but you’re a bitch-)

Episode 3: Cookie Mistake

(Yes I’m sure it’s a pun off of Rookie Mistake, it’s Patton what did you expect?)

So this an actual person acting out Patton this time.

The puns 😭. But yeah, it’s a simple baking tutorial! And it’s a mime kinda thing, so we have dialogue on the screen. It seemed normal, but this is Guilty Tears.

He dumped the flour into the bowl and made a little bit of a mess- it’s baking what are you going to do about it? But Patton started shaking slightly saying “That wasn’t supposed to happen…” It’s okay I know you said you were feeling “crumby” but damn- it’s just flour.

Ok then, laying it on thick. So Patton is freaking out over the little things and these little messages pop up. “Do you feel guilt consuming your every thought?” No I don’t think so- but this is maybe reference to POF, where he caused Thomas pain without realizing. The “Nobody is free of sin” seems like a twisted version of their new concept, “Not everything is black and white.” Patton is trying to distract himself from what happened and is only stressing himself out more.

HOLY FUCK, PATTON- Okay. So there’s obviously SOMETHING going on. Why did he have blood in the first place? Why’d he think it was a good idea? Patton are you a cannibal now-?

This gave me an idea.. this could be both figurative or literal but, the blood is on his hands.. Let’s take a look at Virgil’s episode.

Episode 4: Wake Up Call

According to (assumedly) Thomas’ phone, it is 3:23 pm. April 23rd. Almost his birthday, hmm.

Holy shit- no✨ Dolls are creepy enough-. Anyway, it’s starts off by (I assume) Virgil asking Thomas:

So one answer is normal, one is more normal for Thomas and the other sounds more Anxiety related. He chooses to brush his teeth, but they fall out. In dreams, teeth falling out are associated with loss and important life changes. Thomas has been struggling to coming to terms with the fact that he isn’t a complete pure good, and his life has changed drastically. This series started from a silly blog and now it’s a series dealing with complex and controversial issues, while he’s struggling to show the world who he is.

With the answers, they’re the same type. He chooses to make breakfast, but in the fridge with Virgil Doll, is a fucking skeleton/corpse and the fridge is all bloody. The “blood on his hands” thing might be more literal than we MAY have thought. Did Thomas kill someone? If so, who did he kill? I’ll get us there (hopefully-).

Okay- Hi Virgil- so, here I want to point out c. “I promise tomorrow I will change I will be a good person I will clean”. As soon as it had showed up on the screen, Virgil appeared. Thomas is making promises he can’t keep.

(“WHY DON’T YOU LISTEN TO ME? AM I A JOKE TO YOU? I TRY SO HARD TO BE PATIENT AND GIVE  YOU TIME, BUT YOU CHOSE TO MAKE A STUPID PROMISE INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING”)

Seems like Logan had another good point- Thomas keeps trying to say tomorrow this and tomorrow that, but Virgil knows. He wants Thomas to get up and be productive, but with Logan “out of service” you have anxiety based motivation. Virgil, being his anxiety, is also reminding him what he did.

At the end, Virgil doll is hanging by a thread (literally) and we see a gloved hand cut the thread. Setting Virgil free for now..

Episode 5: Important Reminder

Thomas is upstairs, and is going down to his living room to answer a knock at his door, and it is a WRECK. But worse than before. There’s blood on the walls and all that. He picks up “The Young Prince” something he apparently used to like during childhood, and finds this drawing between the pages:

“Have you ever imagined killing your brother?” “This is me electrifying my brother!”

Could this imply that Remus was actually the supposed witch? It was (possibly) the drawing mentioned in the Moving On episodes within the pages of a book where Princey died. This could be implying that ever since Remus appeared, Roman has been hurting. Maybe because he blames his dear twin for the murder?

…

THIS IS WHY WE SAID DONT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN-!?

Okay- I’m okay. If you can’t tell, the word “unhelpful” was written in blood, and there is some behind the curtain. I can’t tell who it is tho- Patton? Nightmare Nico?

Speaking of Nico, ✨R E J E C T I O N✨

But really, Thomas is obviously having issues. He tried to get out the house, but Nico was busy that whole week. (Including his birthday 😢)

When he finally answered the door..:

As we’ve seen in WTIT, Thomas is scared of getting older, so I think it’s interesting that Remus called him that. “I can show you how bad things can truly get” I think this is his twisted way of saying “Get over it, you didn’t do as much harm think you did.”

(“Stop Ignoring Re”)

But of course, Janus closes the door on him, shutting him away from Thomas.

Episode 6: Blinding Denial

>No no no.

>I’m fine, I’m alright.

>I’m just…

>I’m just tired.

>I’ll fix it tomorrow, okay?

>I promise.

Thomas have still not learned? 🤨

I feel when Janus leaves the baby crying, he’s not talking about a literal baby, but Thomas. Janus has been sheltering him from the sides trying to confront him (Turning off the PC, Closing the Book, Editing the Video + cleaning the blood, etc.) but has had enough of Thomas prolonging the inevitable.

“You’ve been walking in circles”

“You’re running away from yourself”

He squished the Ladybug. Whilst crushing the hope that good luck will suddenly make things better.

“It’s time to move on and forgive yourself”

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Holy crap I did it. Well hopefully you enjoyed! See you later!

[violetivy161]

Fic Stats Meme

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

Thanks @runicmagitek for the tag! Sorry that I saw this late, I often forget to check my Tumblr notifications 😅

Most hits, 2nd most kudos:

All this time

Saboala | One Piece | 10,206 words, 634 hits and 33 kudos

My Saboala slow burn, still in progress. I swear that I haven’t forgotten about it! Most of my Saboala energy has gone toward the zine in the past few months, but I’d like to return to this one soon.

3rd most comments:

This night is ours

Saboala | One Piece | 2,416 words, 6 comments

My Anastasia AU, I still have a big soft spot for this one.

4th most bookmarks:

Perfect Storm

Saboala | One Piece | 2,563 words, 4 bookmarks

A disastrous first date with a happy ending, written for Saboala Week 2022.

5th most words (also tied for 3rd most comments):

Summer Freedom

Saboala and KozaVivi | One Piece | 3,379 words

A beach double date fic, written for a gift exchange.

Least words:

A Revolutionary Christmas

Saboala | One Piece | 1,428 words

A Christmas fic written for a holiday gift exchange.

I’ve only written about minor characters from One Piece so my statistics aren’t the highest. Still, I’m immensely grateful to everyone who read my work and left kudos, comments, and bookmarks 🫶🏻

I don’t have many mutuals on here haha but I’ll tag @commandercampfirekat in case you want to do this! And anyone else who sees this can do it if they want.

[autumnbrainrot28]

꒰ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ꒱

୨⎯ Hello! :) You can call me Charlotte or Lottie idm. My pronouns are she/her, I’m from the UK and am not going to talk about my age

Where to find me: lottiesghost on tiktok, tealeaflottie on pinterest, not on much else but feel free to message if you can’t find me/ want to find me on other platforms <3

┊͙Rules

DNI: the obvious - racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism/misogyny + anything against furries/therians, (getting kind of oddly specific and random), if you follow trends and then make fun of people for staying with old ones, if you disagree with people making HC that characters are queer or smth that isn’t entirely accurate to the media and get mad about it (let them have fun it’s not that deep)

I don’t mind swearing or something like that but not if it’s an insult to anyone at all, I don’t think I really swear. Obvious again: no slurs

BE AWARE: I might occasionally reblog some kind of gory Hannibal gifs or something so just watch out if you don’t like that kind of stuff. I don’t have an upload schedule just come here when I feel like it.

I find it very annoying when I have to scroll past incredibly long posts that I don’t want to see for ages just to get to the next one, so I’ll just put this here because there’s quite a bit more

I’m sort of new to tumblr, I’ve looked at a lot of posts and interacted with quite a lot but I don’t really know how it works very well. I see people using lots of terminology about types of blogs and stuff and I am super confused. If anyone could help me out and explain or direct to a post that explains any thing at all to do with using tumblr, that would be a huge help!

The kinds of things I post are quotes, random gifs, theories, going to start making fanart again.

I mainly just reblog stuff atm but I want to start actually posting things soon. Some of my interests I talk about on here are (may have forgotten some, will be updated):

Criminal Minds

Loki (marvel mainly, don’t know much about the mythology but I would love to learn more. Haven’t read the marvel comics yet)

Hannibal (tv show, have watched some of the movies and read red dragon + plan to read the rest of the books)

Killing eve (again, haven’t read the books - will eventually)

Boygenius

Hozier

Chappel Roan

The hunger games

Lord of the rings (obsessed, seen the movies + started the book and really want to get into Tolkein’s stuff more + started a Sindarin course)

Good omens (book+ show)

Doctor who (started my first rewatch of years, currently on season 11 of new who, dont remember most of it)

Random books, I love love love Fantasy

Astronomy

Paganism

Writing (poetry, short stories, fanfic, etc.)

Last updated 17th June 2024

͙⁺˚･༓☾ 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫! —୨୧—

[kcrclrezni]

WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM ?

gifted kid burnout™

you haven't finished a book in weeks, months, maybe even years. that feeling hurts. you feel useless, average, stupid. your grades took a nosedive because you simply didn't care and yet you care so much. you care so much it burns, eats you up inside, because you can't stop caring. not about grades, not about your skills, not about your looks, not about those people you should have forgotten a long time ago. you're stuck in a cycle of desperately needing to achieve, to be the best, and you, quite simply, aren't anymore. but, darling, that's okay. hey, chin up. you don't have to be the best. i know that sounds like bullshit when your whole childhood was top of the class, straight a's, effortless passes, but i swear to you, it doesn't matter. that realisation hurts, but it doesn't matter. being the best is bullshit. all you need to be is you. that is enough. that is more than enough. believe me, you don't have to change the world. you already have. now give yourself a break. stop taking quizzes or scrolling though tumblr, i know you're procrastinating, and that's okay. but go outside. get something to eat. drink some water. look after yourself and most importantly, be you.

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[greasysteak]

Im back you guys

Supernatural is never forgotten it seems. Very happy to be here I missed being passionate about this show lol😇😇😇😇💝🎖️

Anyways one of my favorite things in sam and deans dynamic is the way they compliment each other in how they respond to when the other is in danger/dead/injured. I remember some really amazing posts being made about this by other people before omg. Still on my mind.

Idk I know partly it’s because the show puts them in very different situations but I think it’s very telling that when Sam dies dean hurts himself, plans his own demise (ie suicide) and when Dean dies Sam plans to essentially hurt the outside world (so, others) in this very mechanical vengeful way. Same way John did really lol although the show already presents this comparison very early on.

Dean is protective, his sole focus is that Sam is ok, no matter if he does end up fighting whoever in the process. Sam is reactive, his focus is on hurting whoever did the inflicting on dean. This in my opinion is because Sam is Dean’s world, or at least, Deans link to the outside world as well as his sense of self as a person with the role of Protector. Meanwhile Dean is arguably the most important part of Sam’s world, which is filled with the rest of everything as well. And Dean is Sam’s link to the world of Hunting, even when hunting becomes something he’s chosen on his own for himself no matter what Dean might want for him.

In this same train of thought, when Sam dies, Dean’s first reaction is to paralyze, to become passive, outwardly distressed, disconnected. When he does become active, he’s still very clearly emotional. When Dean dies Sam very quickly becomes active in a much controlled, methodical manner where the anger boils and spills.

Obivously within reason. They both cry, are sad, etc Lol. But I do think the contrast in how they act is there.

I really like the characterization of Dean not being someone especially vengeful, rather dutiful. And Sam as either the opposite, or both.

In the same vein I’ve always found it really interesting how the persona of who is the normal one and who is the weird one flips and flops between the two brothers throughout the show and in various contexts. In reality they’re both outsiders within their world and they are both weird, since they’re hunters. Deep down Sam is the one with the conflict of being a freak, both in his family and an actual freak with the demon blood thing, and a freak within college life at Stanford in Palo Alto. But really Sam is also at the beginning of the show especially, presented as the normal of the two due to having been outside the world of hunting, unlike Dean, who remains sheltered… despite not having been the one BORN into hunting. He may be charismatic but he’s closed off, antisocial, except for Sam and the few contacts they have. As the show goes on, Sam’s neediness and Dean’s charisma puts them into the private and open one respectively.

Also i think it’s very important to note that they view their relationship in equally (yet different) distorted ways. And the show shows this. It’s lowkey easier to focus on Dean because he’s very protective but Sam is absolutely the same way (or even more intense lol depending on your interpretations) he just conceals it better most of the time lol.

Then again the show is so long and has so many glossed over details and so many retcons I swear you could make ANY claim and find substantial textual and subtextual evidence to back it up. I haven’t forgotten about the drunk driver Dean debate, you guys… That’s honestly what I love most about spn lol the implications of it all………

Anyways I’m not saying anything new here I know but I love this side of tumblr and spnblr omg..

[cicadagaze]

I swear I haven’t forgotten about posting my gang of weirdly named clangen cats, tumblr is just being annoying and refusing to let me post them - @wills-woodland-warriors

nah nah you're good i understand!! tumblr just be like that sometimes </3 hope it cooperates for you soon bc i wanna see these guys

[lokiprompts]

The Shifter - Chp 6

Summary: You unintentionally shift/dream walk in your sleep. You finally realize that your time with Loki is not a dream....will you decide to stay with him?

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, swearing.

Words: ~4k

Other chapters on my masterlist.

What a way to celebrate my return back to Tumblr!! Thank you all for your support as I was in Tumblr jail for a month. Never again. 🤪

            You unceremoniously flung yourself out of your bed, your longtime lover long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet in a flurry of bedding and limbs. Once you were finally free, you immediately beelined for the bathroom and flicked on the light to see your reflection. It was just as Stephen said. Your cut from earlier in the day was gone. Gingerly, you reached up and touched the skin of your forehead where stitches once were. Now, there was only perfect, unblemished flesh.

            There, under the fluorescents in your bathroom, you stared at yourself with furrowed, confused brows. How could this be? There is no possible way your cut could heal so fast. Even if you healed quickly, it was like there wasn’t a cut at all. It was impossible. But then you remembered your dream.

            Loki.

            Your eyes widened with realization as your dream came back to you, sending your mind into a tizzy. How Loki healed your forehead, your special day with him, and him telling you that you were….soulmates? How he begged you to stay. With every memory, your heart panged guilt. Loki is a god, but he was still a sensitive being who has been through more suffering and trauma than anyone should fear to experience even in their darkest nightmares.

            And he was real. Truly, and undoubtably real. The look of bewilderment on your face slowly faded to a wide smile that threatened to crack your face in half. He was real!

            You were too lost in the reality that Loki, the character you fantasized about on the daily basis, was actually real to hear your boyfriend coming into the bathroom with you. Stephen’s hand rested carefully on your shoulder, but you still jumped at the contact. For a moment, your eyes met through the reflection in your mirror. The once joyful expression on your face quickly souring into a frown as your happy bubble was popped.

            “You have to leave,” You said flatly, turning your head away from your connected gaze.

            There was a look of confusion that flashed across Stephen’s face, “What are you talking about?"

            Huffing out a sigh, you made quick work to sneak around him and leave the bathroom. Stephen was right on your trail. Without even looking at him, you started to gather the few things that were his inside of your apartment and threw them in bag.

            “I’ve made my decision. I’m not marrying you and we are not going to be together anymore.”

            Stephen snatched the half full bag from your hand, “What are you talking about? We have been together for years. Where is this coming from?”

            You sighed, crossing your arms across your body, “We haven’t been very happy for a long time, and you know it. We are only together because it is something familiar, not because we truly want to be. It’s time we move on.”

            There was a new hardened expression in Stephen’s eyes. He scoffed, his demeanor suddenly becoming ice cold, “Oh, but you have no problem taking advantage of me? No problem calling me whenever you need something. No problem letting me pay that damn hospital bill yesterday!”

            You paused, trying to find the right words before speaking, “I have appreciated everything you have done for me, but a relationship is not about keeping score. It’s about taking care of the one you love in whatever way you can and being there for them.,” You let out a long breath, “But sometimes that isn’t enough. We aren’t meant to be together.”

            Stephen’s eyes blazed and his nose scrunched in disgust, before making quick work around your apartment and angrily throwing the rest of his belongings into that singular bag. As you watched him, you realized that one single bag of his items was enough proof that the relationship wouldn’t last. After all your years together, he had never made your home his and you never invited him to do so either. He was a separate entity in your life, a passerby on your life’s journey. He wasn’t your forever, but you had someone who was.

            “Bitch.” Was the last thing Stephen spat out before slamming your apartment door behind him as he left.

            You just shook your head and made quick work around your apartment. You had to get to get back to Loki.

            All the curtains in your apartment were drawn closed and you dove under your bathroom sink and pulled out a basket of medications. Sifting through it, you pulled out a box of Benadryl.

            “Non-drowsy.” You frowned, chucking it over your shoulder. Digging further into the basket you found an older bottle of Nyquil.

            “Bingo.” You grinned, before chugging a few mouthfuls. A dribble of the green liquid went down the side of your mouth as your face contorted at the flavor of the drug. After wiping your face, you ran into your bedroom and buried yourself in the covers of your bed. One of your arms flailed out from under your covers to grab your sleep mask on your nightstand, quickly putting it on.

            You huffed, laying on your back, the anxiety and excitement about how everyone of your dreams being real, Loki being real keeping you awake. Thankfully, the power of the cold medication you took started to make its way through your blood stream. The hammering of your heart soon gave way to a deep sleep. A sleep that would hopefully bring you to Loki.

            The next thing you heard was the chirping of morning birds. You groaned, pawing at your face in a pathetic attempt to wipe the sleep from your face. Thankfully, your eyes quickly adjusted to the beaming light of the room. Sitting up, you recognized the room immediately. It was your given room inside the Avenger’s Tower. A grin spread on your face.

            You were back.

            You almost fell right out of the bed; you darted out of it so quickly. The sleep still clung to your body like a wet blanket, making your movements clumsy and slow. But, still, you ran out of your bedroom, leaving the door open in your wake and stumbling down the residential hallway.

            “Loki!” Over and over again you called out his name. Each time more desperate than the last. Regret had started to seep into your mind for chugging the Nyquil, thinking maybe it was why you were such a sleepy stupor. Your shoulder connected with the cold hallway wall when you finally heard running footsteps. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips. Without seeing them, you already knew who it was.

            It was Loki.

            He rounded the corner of the hallway opposite of the common room, just as your half-asleep body entered it. The prince’s chest was heaving, and it was clear he ran as fast as he could from wherever it was to make it to you. His name died on your lips as soon as your eyes connected. Like magnets, you were pulled to each other. His long legs crossing the room in quick strides and your drugged body pulling you along without much thought.

            Loki stopped right in front of you, only steadying you with his hands when you stumbled forward. Again, you breathed out, “Loki” your eyes never leaving his.

            “You remember me?” He cautiously asked. The sound of his voice was like a balm to your aching heart. How could you ever not believe he was real?

            You smiled, “I do…and I…” a breathy, surprised laugh puffed out from your lips, “I believe you. I believe you, Loki.”

            The crystal blue hues of his eyes searched yours for meaning, and you wanted to reach up and kiss the crease of his brow,” What do you believe, Dove?”

            “I believe that you are real. That I am really here, and this is not a dream.”

            The words were so simple, but they hit Loki like a ton of bricks. His eyes were wide like saucers and his shook his head, his black curly locks bouncing. “You truly mean that…You…you believe that I am real?” The desperate tone of his voice broke your heart.

            You took a step forward, now chest to chest with him. One of your hands reached up and tenderly cupped his cheek and your heart soared when he leaned into the warmth of your palm.

            “I do.”

            A gasp squeaked out of your body as he picked you up and spun you around without warning. The surprise soon gave way to your silly giggles echoing in Loki’s ear. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His strong arms held you tight, stealing the breath from your lungs.

            “Can’t…breathe…” You gasped out between breathless laughs. As quickly as you were lifted, you were dropped down and Loki’s grip on your arms was the only reason why you didn’t collapse on the floor.

            “I am so sorry, Dove,” He stroked the top of your arms with his hands, and you decided right then and there that you loved his hands on you, “Are you alright?”

            Still, with lingering heaving breaths, you beamed up at him, “More than alright.” Then you launched yourself at him. He tackled you, so why can’t you tackle him? All is fair in love and mischief.

            Your lips latched onto his with feverish desire. The reality that this man, this god, was real and cared for you like no other had before was driving your movements. Your hands tangled in the soft tresses of his hair and his wrapped possessively around your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Butterflies erupted in your stomach when you realized he was kissing you with just as much passion.

            The hand gripping onto his hair tugged against his scalp and when you heard him moan as a result, your core set on fire. You took advantage of every moment, prodding your tongue against his breathless mouth until his started to tangle with yours. No words were spoken, but you moved in perfect sync. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands gripping the soft flesh of your ass and holding you as if you weighed nothing.

            With his mouth never leaving yours, he carried you over to one of the couches in the common room. He sat down with you now on his lap. The two of you were lost in each other, consuming the desire for the other as if you needed it to survive. You groaned as you felt his hardening length underneath you, and your needy body took over as you ground your core against him. His hands tightly gripped your hips and aided your movements, moaning into your mouth as he felt your clothed heat against him.

            Even with the separation with your clothes, the feeling was electric. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening as the fabric of your pants started to become soaked from your juices.

            “Loki…” You whimpered.

            He pressed his forehead against yours as he pushed your hips to move you quicker against his length. Leaning back, he admired your flushed skin, how you mouth hung open with each breathless pant, and how your eyes closed as you lost yourself to the pleasure he was bringing you. The excitement of seeing you consumed with lust for him delaying his desire to rip off your clothes and fuck you until you cried. Oh, he planned on doing that and much more, but first he wanted to watch you come undone on top of him.

            “Cum for me, Dove.” He groaned, the feeling of you driving him mad. As soon as he spoke those words, the dam broke and your body trembled, mouth agape as wave after wave of pleasure shot through you. Loki’s large hands gripped your hips tighter as he kept you moving through your orgasm, his godly fingertips likely leaving bruises in their wake.

            Your movements slowed down as you came down from your high. A drunken grin was on your face as you pressed your forehead against his, “Mmmm, that was amazing, but we really should do something about you, my Prince.” You wiggled your hips against his hard cock that was still painfully constrained in his pants.

            Loki shivered with pleasure, both from your movements and from your sweet endearment. He leaned back to look at you, and tenderly pushed a fallen piece of your fucked out hair behind your ear.

            “Oh, I am far from done with you my….” Loki stopped his sweet purr, freezing in place as his eyes went wide. Then you felt it. The familiar trickle down from your nose. Quickly, you wiped away the blood with the back of your hand and you mirrored the fear that was written all over Loki’s face. With the excitement of finally realizing you had shifted into a reality with Loki, you had forgotten how your body was falling apart in the process.

            The sweet moments of ecstasy vanished in an instant as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “Oh, God, Loki. I’m going to die. I don’t want to die.”

            Your frantic cries seemed to take Loki out of his frozen state, and he made quick work to cover your nose. With a green glow, Loki tried to heal you, but it wasn’t working. Blood continued to stream down your face like a faucet and you panicking only made it worse. Loki pressed the sleeve of his shirt against your nose to catch the dripping blood, swiftly masking the shock expression on his face.

            “Shh, shh, you will be alright. I won’t let you die. I promise you.” He stroked your hair as tears started to roll down your cheeks. “Look at me, Dove.”

            He gripped your chin to encourage you to look at him and with wet eyes, you obeyed. The tender, loving look of his face gave you renewed faith. Faith in him.

            “Do you believe me?” He asked, vulnerably reflecting back at you through his eyes. You nodded your head and he continued to stroke your hair. Fresh air was filling your lungs as the panic started to subside, but the metallic taste of blood still lingered in the back of your throat.

            “Good.” Loki said, before cautiously lifting up his sleeve to re-evaluate your bleeding. It had slowed down signfiicantly and he let out a shuddered, thankful breath. There was a moment of silence between the both of you, as he wiped away the blood on your face with his sleeve. Each movement was careful and tender, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing in the world. The sweet gesture brought renewed tears to your eyes.

            “There is a way to stop your dream walking, Dove.” Loki said, breaking the silence, “There is a spell the Doctor can do to end it for good.”

            “But I wouldn’t be able to see you again?”

            Loki averted his gaze from yours, “If you so choose.”

            “What do you mean, Loki?” Your heart started to thud wildly in your chest, afraid of his answer, yet still desperately needing to know.

            His blue eyes shifted back to you, and you noticed his hands went back down to your hips, the pads of his fingers thrumming against your body nervously. It was clear he didn’t want to explain, or he didn’t know what to say as his mouth opened and closed as he willed words to come forward.

            “With this spell, you can choose to stop dream walking and remain in your world. The universe which you come from. Or…” He trailed off, swallowing thickly before continuing, “Or you can stay here with me. You would continue your life here, in this universe.”

            The heaviness of his words hung between you like a thick fog. Did you want to be with him? Could you give up your life?

            “What would happen to me…back home, if I do stay here? Would I just…go missing?”

            There was a hopefulness in Loki’s eyes that you didn’t miss, “It would be like you never existed. No one would be harmed with your departure. You simply wouldn’t….be.”

            “And if I went back home? Would you remember me?” Loki’s face fell at your question, but he answered anyways.

            “It’s thankfully different for us here. Something to do with your world not having as much magic as ours. I would remember you, Dove. I could never forget you.”

            You hummed thoughtfully as you processed what he said. There wasn’t much for you back in your world. Stephen and you had broken up. You were just fired from your job, and you weren’t on speaking terms with your family. The only people you would truly miss were your friends and you knew deep in your heart that they would want you to go, no run, towards your happiness. As you looked into Loki’s eyes, that is exactly what you saw. Happiness. Love. A future.

            You leaned forward and gently kissed his lips. Just as you broke apart, Loki started to speak frantically.

            “I understand if you can’t leave your life. I wouldn’t blame you one bit. I am honored to have simply met you and –

            You pressed your fingers to his lips, silencing him, “I would love to stay with you, Mischief.”

            Loki moved your hand away from his lips, his brows furrowed in confusion, “What?”

            “I want to stay with you, Loki.” Fresh tears glossed over both of your eyes and for a moment, you thought maybe Loki had changed his mind. That he didn’t want you there by his side. But the watery laugh that bubbled from his broad chest brought on your own breathless giggles. Loki cupped your cheeks and peppered your face with kisses, pouring out his gratefulness with each peck.

            “Let’s get the Doctor then, shall we?” He beamed.

            So, that is how you found yourself laying down on a hospital bed in a room surrounded by glass, with Doctor Strange and Loki by your side. The other Avengers watched from behind the glass, Tony and Bruce clacking away at their computers as they observed and monitored you.

            “Are you ready?” Strange asked you.

            Your swallowed hard, your throat suddenly very dry, “Yes.” The anxiety and nerves were overwhelming. The spell and the idea of a new life frightened you, but you knew this is what you wanted deep in the depth of your soul. You turned your head to look at Loki who stood by your side. His hand was already holding yours and he gave you a reassuring squeeze. You knew, with him, everything was possible.

            Dr. Strange closed his eyes and put out your palms, sparks of gold coming from his fingers as he spoke his incantation. You could hear him, but it sounded far away and soon, all you could hear was white noise buzzing in your ear. Tingles started to take over your body and you screwed your eyes shut to bear it. Still, you felt Loki’s hand in yours and it gave you the strength to not cry out.

            But then it was gone. It was as if his hand had slipped from yours and just as quickly as the tingling started, it ended. Your eyes shot open. Everything was different, yet so familiar. You sat up and you started to sob as you realized where you were.

            You were back home. You were home and without Loki.

            “What happened to her?!” Loki snarled, charging right up to Strange. The god witnessed you vanish right before his eyes. In that moment, he turned to the doctor for answers. Was this normal? Was she coming back? Only to be met with silence. That was enough of an answer for him and enough to spark his rage.

            He grabbed Strange by the throat, slamming him against the glass, “Where is she?!”

            Strange looked at Loki, gripping at the wrist that had a strong hold on his neck. The sorcerer could defend himself from Loki’s wrath, but he didn’t. The Avengers that were just on the other side of the glass room rushed to enter to aid him, but the sorcerer shook his head, silently asking them not to enter. He knew the choice he made.

            “She didn’t belong here. Her very presence was a danger to us all and was risking the destruction of our universe.” Strange choked out.

            “Bring her back!” Loki growled, his grip constricting Strange’s throat more before releasing just enough to allow him to speak.

            “I can’t. The spell is permanent.”

            Just as Loki made the decision to snap the sorcerer’s neck, there was frantic banging at the glass where the rest of the Avenger’s still waited.

            “We have a problem out here!” Tony yelled out. With a frustrated groan, Loki let go of Strange’s throat in hopes that whatever was happening would be a clue of how to bring you back. The team ran to the nearest window and peered up at the sky that was now cracking at the seams. The once blue sky was breaking into pieces like shattered glass, giving way to a purple vortex that threatened to tear their very universe apart.

            Loki crossed his arms as he looked up at the imploding universe above him. In just a few days, he found you, fell in love with you, and convinced you to stay with him forever only to just lose you because of the arrogance of one man. He hadn’t even told you that he loved you. Their world deserved to burn for their crimes against you.

            “What is going on, Strange?! How do we stop this?!” Steve cried out, the rest of the team looking equally shocked and terrified.

            “We are supposed to protect the universe, Strange, not break it. Fix this, now!” Tony sneered, tapping his chest, and summoning his Iron Man suit to morph around his body.

            Strange looked up at the sky, more and more cracks appearing as the world unraveled in front of them. He looked…. surprised. Genuinely surprised.

            “I was wrong.” He simply said.

            Natasha stepped right up to him with the same frantic expression as the rest of the team, “What do you mean, you were wrong?!”

            Strange looked to Loki who still looked up at the sky, a pleased look on his face as tears started to roll down his cheeks, “She belonged here. She always did. I brought her back to her universe to prevent an incursion…” Strange sighed, looking back towards the window, “but sending her back caused it. Our universes are crashing into each other.”

            “Can’t you use the Time Stone? Go back and undo the spell?” Natasha pressed.

            “Not with an incursion. The damage to the universe is too great…” Strange swallowed thickly, tears pricking his own eyes as the fate of the world was sealed, “The only way to stop this is to bring her back, but once this spell is cast…there is no undoing it.”

              “But there is a way.”

            The sound of his mother’s voice caused Loki to whip his head around. There, next to Thor, was his mother’s Frigga who looked calm as can be. Even during the end of the world. She had always been a source of calm to the princes, and now was no difference. Loki crossed the room in quick strides to stand in front of the infamous Asgardian witch, his adoptive mother.

            “Tell me how.”

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[enchantestuff]

Wimbledon - Daniel Ricciardo smut

The photos of Danny Ric certainly had an effect on me and I know they had an effect on you too, so please enjoy my first ever fic, no better way to start my Tumblr journey than with some smut.

warnings: smut, Daniel Ricciardo (he needs a warning himself), swearing , (slight) choking, very little plot

words: 1.3k

You huffed as you sat down on the sofa, arms crossed over your chest while daggers were thrown in your boyfriend's direction. You tried so hard to be mad at him and you had good reason to be. You continuously reminded yourself that even though he hadn’t seen you for three weeks, he still preferred to go out with his friends then spend some quality time with you.

Since when was he even interested in tennis?

Every time you felt that pit of anger begin to bubble in your stomach however, it was quickly forgotten when you brought your eyes to his figure on the other side of the room. He looked so delicious and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

Daniel caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and threw a smirk in your direction. “Like what you see, doll?” he asked in his usual confident tone.

Instead of replying to him and vocalising how you felt like the adult that you were, you took the childish approach and crossed your arms across your chest and turned your head in the opposite direction. You could hear Daniel laughing from where he stood and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together at the sound. It was safe to say you were a mess.

“Come on, darling, you aren’t really mad are you?” Daniel asked as he made his way towards you, tightening his tie in the process. You turned your head even further, knowing that if you looked in his eyes once more, you'd crack.

Daniel was never a fan of the silent treatment and gently grabbed your chin with his hand, turning your face towards him so that he could finally look into your eyes. “Look at me when i'm speaking to you” he demanded and you almost let out a whimper at his forceful tone. You and Daniel had known each other for years, and as a result Daniel alway seemed to know how you were feeling without having to vocalise it yourself. He smirked as he registered the lustful look on your face. “What do you want, love?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“You Daniel” you whispered, “I want you, I have for the last three weeks” you continued.

“Well then, why didn’t you just ask?” he replied before forcefully smashing his lips onto yours. Your hands immediately travelled towards the curls on top of his head, pulling on them gently to hear the light moan escape his lips. He deepened the kiss as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, pushing you against the wall. You rolled your hips against his, desperate for some friction and gasped as you felt his growing bulge. Daniel used that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss was full of longing and passion, but still, you needed more. You swore you heard Daniel whimper as you broke away from the kiss. “Dan, please” you begged, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted him and you wanted him now.

Daniel felt his dick twitch in his trousers at your words. “Your wish is my command” he whispered in your ear as you carried you towards the bed in the middle of the room.

He carelessly dropped you onto the bed before continuing his assault on your lips while you kissed him back with just as much force. Your hands moved to remove his blazer and discard it on the floor, leaving him in his white dress shirt and trousers. Daniel detached his lips from your mouth and continued down your neck, his hands removing your clothes much faster than you removed his, leaving you bare in front of him.

“We have to be quick, my lovely, '' he groaned as he moved his fingers between your folds, “judging from how wet you already are, that doesn't seem like it will be a problem” he teased before slipping his finger into you.

“F-fuck, dan” you moaned. Daniel was skillful with his fingers and on any other occasion you would have let him make you cum several times before actually entering you, but today you were desperate for him. All of him.

You moved your hand away from their place in his hair and grabbed his wrist, dragging his fingers out of you and into your mouth. “As much as I love these,” you whispered as you sucked his digits, watching the lustful look on his face intensify, “I need you inside of me. Now.”

His eyes rolled back at your words, “Shit, darling, you can’t just say things like that” he groaned as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them just low enough so that he could remove his member from his boxers. He rubbed himself between your folds, purposely teasing you so that he could see the look of pure bliss on your face. Just as you were about to scold him for teasing you he bottomed out inside you. You sighed in pleasure having finally received what you've been waiting for the past three weeks.

Daniel thrusted hard and slow into you, filling you up to the max with every roll of his hips. He intently watched you, loving the way your eyes rolled back into your head and the sounds of your soft gasps as they tumbled past your lips. He removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your throat, gently squeezing so that you would look up at him. “I want to watch you come undone, sweetheart,” he declared as his thrusts increased in speed, “I want to know how good I make you feel.” Daniel opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone on the bedside table. You assumed he was going to ignore it as he was currently preoccupied, fucking you into oblivion.

Daniel, however, had always been an excellent multi tasker and used one of his hands to pick up the phone while the other covered your mouth, muffling the heavenly noises you were making. “Hello?” he breathlessly spoke as he continued to thrust into you, never once slowing down as he continued his conversation, “Yeah mate, ten minutes is plenty of time” you bit down on his hand to stop the moans from escaping your mouth, “perfect, see you in ten” he finished and threw his phone across the room, his full attention once again on you.

He removed his hand from your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornagrahpic moan after holding in it for so long. Daniel knew he was close and the sounds that you were making made it so hard for him to hold back. He rubbed circles on your clit and continued thrusting at an almost animalistic pace, he leaned down on his other arm, his forehead touching against yours as he led you to your breaking point.He hungrily kissed you as he groaned in your ear.

“Come on, darling” kiss “I know your close” kiss “let go for me”

And so you did, you saw stars as you whined his name. Daniel came immediately after you, his thrusts halting and then slowing before he eventually pulled out of you. He laid his head on your chest as he attempted to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, you were thoroughly satisfied and your heart was full as he pecked your chest, moving up towards your neck before kissing under your ear.

“I love you” he declared before pecking your lips.

“I love you” you grinned, “now go take a shower you smell like sweat and sex”

Daniel laughed as he got up and walked to your shared bathroom. “They're like the two best scents in the world” he joked as he returned with a damp cloth in his hands, he gently cleaned you up as you mulled over his words.

“Maybe, but you haven’t seen Frank in ages and I don't want him to think your some kind of caveman. Now go shower, you have about five minutes”