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itwasthereaminuteago · 9 months ago

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|| Sweatpants (Frank's version) ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: this is just an exploration in thirst (and smut) similar to the blurb I wrote for Matt, about slutty grey sweatpants. I want to lick him.

A very sweaty man, oral sex (m and f), come eating. E. Also, PLEASE, PLEASE reblog if you enjoyed, likes are nice, comments even better! There is NO algorithm on Tumblr, reblogs are how things are found on your dash! Thank you so much 💕

This isn't fair.

Yeah, it's hot, but it still isn't fair.

You'd long abandoned any notion of working out while you were at Fogwell’s tonight, Frank unknowingly saw to that. Your kettlebells lay off to the side, long forgotten. Your initial warm up would never have gotten you as heated inside as you are now, seeing what you're seeing.

Those goddamn grey sweats he's wearing are barely hanging on to his hips. You're sure they're actually screaming out to you for help.

Take us off, they seem to be whispering. You're honestly surprised they haven't yet fallen down of their own accord with the way he's been swiping hard at the punchbag for the last half-hour.

He performs the same routine over and over, several powerful jabs, hooks and uppercuts and then he'll back off, doing a little lap of the ring to reset himself. And every time you get a glorious view of his bare upper body, the way the sweat glows on his taut pectoral muscles, the way his abs flex as he moves, the gorgeous curve of his stomach, framed by the defined V lines leading your gaze all the way down from his swaggering hips as he strides past you.

Good God. His ass looks amazing too.

When he bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet you can't help notice something else bouncing up against the slack fabric of those fucking ridiculous sweats of his…

Your mouth is practically hanging wide open now. You blindly reach for the bottle of water next to you to quench your thirst, knocking it over and spilling some in the process.

It's just not fair.

He must know. He must. He's gotta know what all this is doing to you, how can he not?!

Your eyes lock onto an innocent bead of sweat, following as it slowly trails its merry way down his heaving body to the sweatband of his pants, soaking into the soft fabric where you know it'll leave that musky scent you just want nothing more than to bury your nose in.

You bite down so hard on your bottom lip you're beginning to wear a divot into it.

It's insane. They're slung so criminally low on his hips that you can almost see where his happy trail is leading, the dark fuzz drawing your eyes down again toward-

“You alright?”

That gruff, grizzled voice of his knocks you out of your reverie. Are you?

You resemble a doped up kitty that's just returned from the vet, your eyes wide, dark, and spaced out as he's suddenly very close to you right in front of your face. He's pulling off his hand wraps and leaning across to grab some water from the bag that's lying open on the bench next to you.

He smells so good.

You can feel the heat from his worked muscles radiating off him, can almost taste the fresh sweat off him, absently licking your lips again as you watch him run a hand up over his damp forehead and through his hair.

“Y-yeah?” When you eventually reply he cracks a smile that definitely ruins your panties, as if they weren't ruined already.

“Okay. M'gonna hit the shower.”

Oh no.

No no no, you can't have that.

“W-wait!” You stutter out, and you're on your feet, somehow the keys to the gym that Matt had left with you are grasped in your hand, and in a blur you're locking the door, pulling down all the blinds and you've got your fingers splayed over his chest trying to push Frank down onto the mat on the floor.

“Whoa, okay mama. It's like that is it?” Frank huffs out a chuckle but he goes exactly where you want him to, still catching his breath as you straddle his hips.

“...you're evil,” you murmur, tracing your fingertips over and around his nipples and watching how the muscles under your nails twitch as you draw them down to your target.

Frank looks up at you with that confused puppy expression with his brows almost crashing into each other that always melts your heart, but this time it's just making you even more determined.

“Evil huh? Shit. What have I done now?”

“Driving me crazy…”

“C'mon sweetheart, you gotta give me a clue or somethin’.”

You pull teasingly at the damp elastic waistband of his pants, “These.” you muse, letting it snap back against his skin then lowering yourself to lick slowly along the deep groove at his hip. Your eyes shut as you finally get the sweaty, musky taste of your man on your tongue. A soft grunt leaves him as he cranes his neck to watch, his dick already showing interest too as your mouth makes it way lower. He reaches down, his hand just resting on your shoulder, fingers tapping lightly to get your attention.

“H-hey darlin’, not that I don't appreciate it but… we doin’ this? Here? Now?” Frank asks with a very slight nervousness. It's freaking adorable.

You look up at him through your eyelashes knowing he'll fold soon enough. “Yeah we're doing this here and now, Frankie. I already told you - you're driving me crazy, and you were distracting me so much that I still need to workout.”

He smirks and you can see him start to get more comfortable with the idea of some naked shenanigans with you in Matt's gym.

“All because of these pants?” He asks.

“All because of those pants,” You reply, curling your fingertips around the waistband of them again. “along with the way you look like a giant snack in them.”

Frank scoffs, but lays his head back down and lifts his hips up as you tug at the ‘problematic’ pants to pull them down. Predictably, as discerned from your earlier observations, and much to your delight, he's gone commando today. You hum as his fully erect cock is freed, slapping against his stomach with a delicious smack.

“Fuck, Frank…’ you say, taking in the rare sight of him laying almost prone for you.

What to do…

“Hey princess, you're the boss.” He says perceptively, waiting so patiently for your lust-addled brain to decide whether you want to stuff your mouth or pussy with him.

It's a much easier decision than you thought, relishing in the familiar, quiet curses Frank is making as you start to work your way back up his thick, muscular legs, placing kisses wherever you want. When you reach his groin, you nose at the thatch of hair around the base of his cock, idly stroking and gently cupping his balls.

“Mm, I'm the boss.” You repeat back at him, smile sweetly as he grins at you.

“Yeah, that's right, oh shit-”

He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat and his cock twitches as you move your lips to the base, your tongue sneaking out to kitten lick his ball sac, gradually moving upwards, starting to trace along the thick vein that runs the salty length of his perfect dick.

You listen and are rewarded with the soft, low moan that comes from his throat when you keep going, the flat of your warm, wet tongue lapping underneath the head. He throbs again, a drop of precum beading and ready to leak from his slit.

“You're so good for me, Frankie.”

He's got those deep brown eyes trained hard on you, licking his lips, his chest rising with the deeper breaths he's drawing. They only increase as you wrap your fingers to grip around the base of him and then swipe and swirl your tongue to taste him. He moans, biting down his lip as you take him into your mouth, sealing your lips around his girth. Having him, the man the rest of the world only knows as the Punisher, his pleasure at your mercy, is maybe the most powerful feeling in the world. Or maybe that's when you have your own thighs wrapped around his head. It's a tricky one to answer.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart…” Frank hisses out, his hands self-restrained by his sides, “Mm, jesus christ!”

You hum around him as you pull your lips back to his tip before taking him as deep into your throat as you can manage, your hand working the rest of him. You repeat the motion, spit dripping down to his length and over your fingers helping your squeeze and twist, feeling the way he's almost shaking beneath you.

“God damn you're so good, so damn good to me baby.”

Your free hand switches between reaching up to dig your nails into the meat of his pectoral muscle and sliding down between his legs to gently tug and tease his balls. He groans loudly, you'd made a point in the past of making it known to him just how much hearing the sounds of his pleasure turns you on, and he had gradually rewarded you with more and more feedback.

You're almost entirely focused on him but now you can no longer ignore the incessant ache at your core. You're slick from almost an hour of getting yourself worked up at the sight of Frank boxing, still sucking and licking the length of his cock as you slip your hand into your leggings and under the soft fabric of your underwear. You moan around him as the pads of your fingertips slide over your clit, aware that Frank is propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

“You want my mouth, mama? C'mon an get up here. Sit right here baby, let me take care of you.”

You release him temporarily to shuck off the clothes from your bottom half because you cannot refuse an offer like that.

He curls his arms around your bare thighs as soon as you straddle him facing towards his feet, pulling you straight down onto his hungry mouth without delay. You grind down to meet him as he laps at your glistening cunt, a wavering moan leaving your lips as you reach again for his rock hard, weeping red cock. You stretch your tongue out to lick and suck what you can, jerking him off as he devours your pussy like it's his last ever meal.

This was supposed to be all about him but as usual he's managed to flip the script and somehow make it all about you. You're hardly complaining, no. In fact you're riding Frank's face hard as his encouraging moans vibrate right through your core. He loves going down on you, could even say he lives for it, inviting you to sit right on his face almost every time you're intimate with each other.

Now that he's not snug in your throat he bends his knees and starts to thrust his hips up against the direction of your firm strokes, driven by the way you're grinding and rocking your own more quickly, completely covering his mouth and chin with a sheen of your arousal. You concentrate the tight circle of your forefinger and thumb just under the fat, wet head of his cock, twisting and squeezing up and over because you know that's what gets him panting and praising you. More salty pre trickles out and you eagerly lap it up.

You yelp as Frank thrusts his tongue as deep as he can inside you, fucking you with it before he nudges forward again, slurping and sucking at your puffy clit. The tightness and tension of your impending release is gathering pace as you hear how feral Frank sounds between your legs. You can barely keep a rhythm with either hips or hands but it doesn't seem to matter as you can tell he's as close as you are. You're half worried you'll smother him with the ferocity and strength with which he's holding you so close to him, as if he needs you to breathe.

Suddenly, the tension snaps, hard. His tongue making you cry out, your legs shaking underneath your wildly undulating hips as you climax, calling out his name repeatedly like a prayer, the sound reverberating around the gym. Your hand is barely moving on his cock but it's you quivering and moaning in ecstasy right on his face that sets him off. He's tapping his fingers against your hips in warning, as very quickly afterwards his own hips jerk up and with a muffled groan against your pulsing pussy, his cock spurts its creamy load. You catch some on your waiting tongue, the rest dribbling warmly on your fingers and down onto his tensing stomach and abs.

After a brief moment getting your bearings and breath back, you're both humming, satisfied, and softly laughing with each other. He supports you as you gingerly lift your leg over his head and turn yourself around to face him. He's licking his lips, the biggest smile on his gorgeously wrecked face, his eyes half-lidded as he pulls you down to him for a languid kiss, tasting each other on you as your tongues slide over one another. At the same time you're trying to find somewhere to place your come-covered hand so it doesn't go everywhere and you don't lose your balance.

“Mmm, okay you can't tell me that wasn't fun.” You say, and then your lips turn down as you remember something vital.

“Shit.”

Frank looks up at you, his expression one of concern. “What's wrong?”

“Urgh, Matt will know. He'll know even if we clean the mats and everything!” You groan again, wiping off your messy fingers on Frank's discarded sweatpants. “He won't let this go, we probably won't be allowed back in the gym!”

Frank just shrugs, a damn sight more relaxed now as he cleans himself off with them too.

“I'm pretty sure Murdock's done way worse in here. He aint that pure."

His lips curl into a grin. "Anyway, don't know ‘bout you, but I'll be puttin’ the blame on these pants. More trouble than they're worth, ain't that right, sweetheart?”

#frank castle x female reader #frank castle in sweatpants #smut

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 4 months ago

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What You've Done, You Cannot Undo (Medieval AU)

Epilogue

As summer fades, the ghouls settle in further. New friends and relationships blossom, and a new band performs their first ritual in the local village.

Rating: M Content: possessive behavior Words: 4812

Links to full fic: Tumblr | AO3

Not bad for a fic that was meant to be 5 chapters and about 15k words… this was supposed to be a quick little fic that I wrote before moving on to write the longer soulmates AU I’ve been planning since around March!

As I think I've mentioned, this isn't the end! This was always supposed to be a Raindrop fic, and so Swissalps's story will be continued in a sequel. I'll be dropping the first chapter shortly, and I have a special invitation for it if anyone wants that in their ask box! message me or reply if you'd be interested?

I can't let myself get too sappy here or it'll end up longer than the chapter itself. But thank you to everyone who's been so lovely about this fic in replies or reblogs (especially looking at @everybodyshusband @cosmicseafoam @jazz-bazz @0-miles-away @papaslittlesunshine @ligovskaya @midnight-moth @karmicbias @kentuckyfriedsatan and anyone who's AO3 username I haven't correlated to a tumblr blog yet!), I wouldn't have stuck with this so long without you guys 🖤🖤

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The weeks passed, the summer fading further every day. With the final harvests nearly all brought in and the trees painting themselves in a hundred shades of amber and gold, autumn was finally upon the Abbey. No amount of dulling of the colours of nature could dull the passion of Rain and Dew’s relationship however, even as they found themselves slipping into a routine. For the Abbey’s fire ghouls, it was all hands on deck to help keep the grain dry, yet amidst his busy schedule Dew still found ample time to luxuriate in him and his pack’s safe and comfortable new home. Most importantly though, he thought, he had time to spend with his m– Rain.

Dew had to stop himself for the thousandth time from thinking of Rain as his mate. To him, the rituals were practically complete. Having passed on his amulet, he had opened his heart and shared his soul. For Rain though, he knew they were only at the end of the first step of the many that comprised a water ghoul's courting ritual. They had many months left before Rain would have completed his side of the tradition; the next step being gifts that were less about being pretty, and more practical gifts for their future together. Dew had no way of knowing that Rain was already hard at work on that front; taking advice from his new pod of water ghouls on the best kinds of kelp to harvest from the lake here, and the weaving patterns that would create the softest possible blankets from it. Dew was happy to wait for Rain however; even if it took millennia, he would wait for him.

As the weeks passed for Dew and Rain and their relationship grew both deeper and stronger, Swiss and Mountain continued to dance around each other, both backing out of making the final move at the last second. Their friendship had never been stronger, and with that came the higher pressure of what was a stake if their feelings were not reciprocated.

Aether could see straight through their – at times – comedically oblivious behaviour. He had known Mountain for so many years now, and Swiss a great number too, that he could decipher the thoughts running through their heads just like reading a book. Seeing his pack couple off like they were doing could have made him feel lonely and jealous, he supposed. Considering his thoughts however, he couldn't find a scrap of negativity towards any of them. Really, he was just happy to see his pack happy.

He had a fulfilling life; a pack, new friends around the Abbey. Aether had always said that he was happy alone, with no desire to settle with a mate. Admittedly, Mountain had said something similar when they first met, but Swiss seemed to have been an exception there. Over the recent weeks since Cumulus had properly introduced them, Aether had especially been enjoying getting to know Cowbell. The quiet ghoul's steady, timeless attitude felt grounding amongst the recent chaos of his life, and Aether could tell they seemed as delighted to have made a new friend as he was.

Aether’s role in the infirmary was also going better than he could have expected. Astra had quickly seen how unnecessary any training she could offer him would be, and had set him up mentoring some of the younger quintessence ghouls. To his mild amusement, he had gained a small gaggle of quintessence ghouls who followed him around the infirmary like little ducklings, hanging on his every word and keen to lap up every scrap of knowledge he imparted. Aether found he enjoyed that side of his new role more than he had expected, and looked forward to teaching the younger ghouls each shift.

With the Harvest Festival quickly approaching, one of the main tasks of the infirmary ghouls had been to prepare a supply of tinctures and remedies for the ghouls and siblings alike who would inevitably indulge a little too heavily in the Abbey’s famous blackberry wine. Due to his extensive knowledge of medicinal plants and herbs, Astra had delegated the task of organising this to Aether, who had grasped the extra responsibilities firmly.

Before the festival however, came the one thing that was more exciting to the pack; Swiss, and Copia’s first musical engagement in the local tavern. Sunshine and Mountain were also heavily occupied now in rehearsals for it, the three ghouls – and one human – doing an excellent job of hiding their nerves from the rest of the pack.

The pack was something else that had grown stronger at the Abbey, thought Aether. It hadn’t taken long for the five ghouls to begin to see the ghoulettes they lived their lives in such proximity to as more than just casual friends. Dew had clearly seen them as family long before the others had, but within the span of time they had been here the other ghouls also came to see them as an interwoven part of their lives.

The ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus in particular, had been referring to the new ghouls as pack, long before they were aware of it. The Den had become so much more crowded and noisier since they arrived, but none of the ghoulettes would change it for the world. The Abbey could feel large and lonely at times, and the constant presence of at least one member of the newly extended pack made everything feel cosier.

Indeed, the concert – Aether still found calling it a “Ritual” to be laughable, although he would be happy to be proved wrong – was to be their first true pack adventure. The nine ghouls, plus Cowbell, Copia and several Siblings of Sin, were all planning to make the journey down the hill to support their leader’s latest passion project. Cowbell had offered to drive them in the large horse and cart usually used for their monthly grocery runs to the village, and as such the event was developing quite a party-like atmosphere.

Even amongst the ghouls not attending, most either too busy or incapable of holding an adequate glamour, the day held excitement and novelty. There was a general buzz in the air throughout the Abbey, and it was riding this high that inspired most of the ghouls to finalise their remaining chores before the harvest festival the following day.

One ghoul in particular who seemed to be buoyed along by the jubilant environment was a young, dark-haired fire ghoul. He was comparatively new to the Abbey, arriving some years after Dew left. Swiss was hurrying back to the Den, bringing armfuls of freshly-washed clothes from the laundry when the fire ghoul strode up to him with a self-assured, almost cocky, grin.

“Good luck for tonight,” he purred in a low voice like treacle, reaching out a muscular arm to lay a hand on Swiss’ own bicep, “I’ll be at the festival tomorrow, if you want to get a celebratory drink together?”

Swiss stood confused: he couldn’t remember ever speaking to this ghoul before, and certainly not in a way that would cause him to be so familiar with him. He hoisted the pile of clothes further into his arms, trying to think of a polite was to ask who he was exactly.

“I, um…” Swiss trailed off, distracted by a low noise ringing in his ears. He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge it but to no avail: if anything, it seemed to be getting louder. A dark and earthy scent suddenly assaulted his senses, and he wondered if he was falling ill, or if he had been cursed or something. It seemed the fire ghoul could feel it too though, as Swiss saw the colour drain from his face, rendering his tanned, olive skin an ashy grey. His terrified eyes were fixed on a point above and behind Swiss, and he stood frozen like a deer caught in a ranger's torchlight. Swiss cautiously turned around, half expecting to see some kind of nether-worldly monster oozing out of the wall.

All he saw was Mountain however, stood tall and stony-faced with a dark aura emanating from him. The added height of his antler-like horns meant he cut an imposing figure. His lip curled into a snarl as he growled again, and a new wave of that woodsy, almost possessive scent washed over Swiss. As much as it seemed to be scaring the fire ghoul, Swiss thought it smelled divine. He smiled at Mountain with a questioning head-tilt, wondering where this strange behaviour was coming from so suddenly. The Earth ghoul’s eyes were fixed on the fire ghoul however, who managed to unfreeze for long enough to stutter out a disjointed sentence.

“I’m sorry!” He looked like he was staring straight into the face of death himself. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry!”

With a jerk of his head, Mountain dismissed him, sending the terrified fire ghoul scuttling down the hallway as fast as he could run, his tail between his legs. Once he was out of sight, Mountain seemed to calm down. His expression softened, and the air around him seemed lighter again.

“What was all that about?” Swiss asked, confused by the earth ghoul’s sudden black mood, and the even more sudden departure of the unknown fire ghoul.

Mountain muttered something Swiss didn’t catch and started relieving him of the large bundle of black clothes in his arms. Swiss trailed back to the Den beside him, still utterly confused by the interaction that had just taken place.

“Was I meant to know who that was?” He mused aloud. “He acted so familiar, yet I can’t remember him from anywhere!”

Mountain almost dropped the clothes, as he doubled over and snorted with laughter, previous aggressive attitude long behind him now that he had the multi ghoul to himself again. Was Swiss seriously that clueless about the fire ghoul’s unsubtle actions? Ever since he’d known him, Swiss had been taking advantage of the humans’ proclivity for flirting with him, often reciprocating if he thought it would secure him more work, or tips and favours. He couldn’t think what would have changed now to make him so oblivious, unless it was simply that it was another ghoul, rather than a human?

“He was clearly flirting with you, Snapdragon!” Mountain guffawed in disbelief. “Could you really not tell?”

Swiss’s quizzical expression suggested that no, he had not been aware of that. Adding to his confusion was Mountain’s reaction: he seemed to be finding the fire ghoul’s actions funny now, but what had the growling and – he realised what it was now – scenting been about? The bounce in the taller ghoul’s gait could only be described as victorious, and he chose to file all the hope about why that could be away until after their performance tonight. That wasn’t a distraction he would allow himself today, not when Copia was relying on him.

Swiss had a suspicion however – one he kept to himself – about why he hadn’t grasped what the fire ghoul was really suggesting, and it had everything to do with the earth ghoul trotting slightly ahead of him. He was self-aware enough to know his feelings for Mountain bordered on infatuation, and he figured that now he had become used to the intensity of those feelings that he had forgotten what anything smaller felt like. The thrill of attraction, or of a newly developing crush felt so insignificant now that they were dwarfed by the magnitude of his feelings for the earth ghoul. He only had eyes for Mountain, and the thought of anyone else thinking they stood a chance in the battle for his heart was laughable to him. Hastening his steps to catch up with Mountain, Swiss fell into step with him to revel in being by his side once again.

Reaching the Den just before they did was an excitable Dewdrop. He burst through the main door, and then into the room he shared with Rain, brandishing a dull metal object.

“Look!” He exclaimed to a slightly startled Rain lounging in their nest. “A horseshoe!”

Rain could see that, although what he couldn’t see was why Dew was quite so excited about such a mundane object. He smiled at him with a questioning tilt of his head and waited for Dew to elaborate.

“The humans do something with them at weddings,” Dew explained as he joined Rain on the bed, still clutching the curved iron shape, “something about them catching luck? I thought we could hang it on our door!”

He held it out for Rain to examine, demonstrating how it could look like a vessel for capturing luck when held in a U-shape. Rain took it from him, and it really was just a regular horseshoe: slightly rusted and worn down from use. More interesting than the horseshoe though, Rain realised that this was the first time Dew had ever brought back something to keep for himself. He let Dew chatter on about needing to find a hammer and some nails, if they should think about painting their door before or after mounting the horseshoe, and what colour Rain would like if so, would he like teal? Rain nodded along, only half his mind on the conversation. The other half was preoccupied celebrating this relatively large step for Dewdrop; this was yet more proof that he was finally starting to settle properly and relax, putting down roots for himself and Rain, finally feeling a sense of permanence.

“I got it when I went to see Cowbell just now,” Dew elaborated, “to check if they’re all ready to drive the cart down to the village tonight. They were just reshoeing the mare we brought with us from the village, so that means this shoe played a part in getting us out of there! It really is lucky!”

Rain melted further. It was becoming increasingly apparent that deep down Dew had the potential to be an incredibly sentimental ghoul, and he couldn't wait to see how that continued.

“It seems to be working so far then,” Rain murmured, holding it up, “I've had nothing but luck since you came back for me.”

With that, he leaned in to steal a kiss; both the horseshoe and all talk of home décor soon being forgotten.

The day seemed both to drag and pass all too quickly at the same time. Before they knew it, Swiss, Mountain and Sunshine were all dressed, and carefully buffing the metal masks that were a part of their outfits one final time. Copia had decided they added a nice touch to their costumes; the shining horns hinting at their ghoulish nature without actually revealing it. The whole Den was alive with excitement and nerves, the fervour growing as the light outside began to fade.

Walking out to the front courtyard to meet Cowbell with the cart, Swiss proudly led the way with his guitar strapped to his back. This felt familiar, and more importantly it felt right; doubly so with Mountain by his side. Cowbell was leaned against the wooden trailer, as human-looking as anyone could remember ever seeing them before. They were smiling softly, although slightly apprehensively, as the pack approached. Behind the pack followed the Siblings of Sin, who had initially been keen for an evening out but now seemed to be regretting their decision. Swiss could smell the waves of alarm pouring off them as they got closer, none of them used to interacting with the ancient ghoul who lived in the stables.

“Good evening, dear ghoul!”

Copia greeted Cowbell as he bustled forward and hoisted himself up next to them at the front of the cart. The rest of them would be travelling in the back, even though none of them were particularly keen to be sharing the space. They had no choice however, and the Siblings dutifully lined up behind the crush of ghouls that were piling in and jostling for space on the narrow wooden benches. Rain and Dew happily squeezed themselves into a corner, and Swiss settled himself into another; Mountain willingly joining him and shuffling closer until their thighs were pressed tight against each other. There was eventually space made for everyone and with a jolt, the cart set off. The sudden motion and continued bumping along the cobbles of the courtyard threw Mountain even closer into Swiss. Even once they were onto the smoother path into the village, he remained plastered along Swiss’ side as the countryside flew by.

It really was a beautiful evening, Swiss though as he glanced out at the trees and fields around them. The orange sunset cast its glow over everything, making the whole world look like it was on fire. Most vibrant of all however was Mountain; his auburn hair glowing in the light like it was itself aflame. With his large horns glamoured away, the russet glow was all that served to make him appear as otherworldly as he did. Swiss thought that the whole world around them could truly be on fire, and he would be happy to sit and burn if only to stare at Mountain for a second longer.

They continued rattling down the hill towards the village, and Swiss felt a pang of longing when he spotted Dew with his head leaning on Rain’s chest; held against his front by the water ghoul's long arms. He wished he could be so casually affectionate with mountain, but he dared not. He wouldn’t allow himself to dream that until he had first concluded the hard part – making sure they really were both on the same page. He didn’t deserve such a reward without the prior work, he thought.

All too soon they were slowing to a stop outside a wide stone building that was emitting a narrow stream of smoke from its chimney: the village tavern. The Siblings practically fell out of the cart, their instincts screaming at them to put some distance between themselves and the ghouls.

“Go, my Children, enjoy yourselves!” Copia laughed as they threw themselves towards the tavern door.

The ghouls were only slightly more restrained as they clambered down and spilled into the building. Cowbell made no move to follow the others inside, instead staying next to the pair of horses, stroking one's nose. Aether paused, looking back at them.

“You aren't coming in?” he asked, worried that the ghoul didn’t realise that they were welcome in too. Cowbell shook their head. They didn’t like crowds, especially human ones, as the noise and bustle were too much for their deeply ancient mind to handle. Despite that, the biggest thing stopping them now however was their appearance: Cowbell gestured to their feet, where Aether saw that their hooves were very much still visible.

“My glamour’s incomplete,” they shrugged, “’m out of practice. It’s been centuries since I last used it.”

One day, Aether thought, he would ask Cowbell just how old they really were. He suspected it was millennia.

“Go inside with the others,” Cowbell smiled a wonky smile, “I’ll be happier listening out here anyway. Besides, I have company.” They stroked the second horse. Reluctantly, Aether followed after the rest of the rabble he called pack, throwing a final look back at Cowbell. They were muttering something in the horse’s ear while continuing to pet them. It sounded to Aether like they were speaking Infernal, a language only spoken in the pit, or so he thought. The horse didn’t seem perturbed though, and she whinnied happily at the attention.

Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was jovial already. The large room was dimly lit, wood-panelled walls and supporting columns all stained dark with years of fire and tobacco smoke. Scattered across the panelling were a patchwork of lighter sections from recent and less-recent repairs. The only lighting came from lanterns that lined the walls and hung directly from the vaulted ceiling, as well as a small number of candles dotted on tables that lent a cosy and friendly air to the place.

Better lit however, was the makeshift stage against the wall. It was slightly raised, simply built from a few wooden planks resting on crates, but it did the job. On the other side was the bar, its countertop polished as smooth as glass from generations of patrons leaning on it. Along its length were a line of stools with faded fabric covers, and the remaining floor space was filled with a hodgepodge of tables and chairs, scattering in increasingly private settings ranging from the centre of the room to corners almost entirely shrouded in darkness.

Leaping lightly onto the stage, Copia looked resplendent in his robes, with his face painted black and white in the mimicry of a skull. Swiss thought he cut an imposing figure, when he wasn’t turning around to look at his ghouls with nerve-tinged excitement at least. The man stretched his arms out wide, the candlelight flickering off his bedazzled chasuble and truly making him look like the head of the dark church.

Before long, the tables began to fill up with locals, intrigued by the talk of visiting musicians from the mysterious Abbey up at the top of the hill. Rain, Dew and the other ghouls not performing settled themselves at the table nearest the stage, Dew looking particularly excited and practically bouncing in his seat beside Rain. Swiss didn’t know what had overtaken him recently, but he seemed so much lighter and carefree now. He assumed it was Rain. The bustling crowd completely filled the tavern as the four musicians took their places on stage. Swiss caught Mountain’s eye once he was settled on the box he used as percussion. He saw the twin green flashes of his eyes behind his mask wink at him, silently wishing him luck. Swiss beamed back at him, his teeth glinting in the firelight through the bottom of his mask. With a final tune of his guitar, and another smile at Sunny, Swiss nodded to Copia and the man addressed the crowd.

The ritual passed in a blur, and before Swiss knew it, they were leaving the stage to rapturous applause and cheers. As he stepped down onto the solid floor, Swiss had a large beer thrust into his hands by a grinning stranger. The jubilant atmosphere continued as the night wore on, the ghouls and their Papa swept up with the crowd, never finding their tankards dry. Even the ghouls who had not been performing seemed to be having fun, spending the local money Copia had given them to allow them to fit in and enjoy the night. The man himself was circling through the crowd, inviting anyone and everyone to the Abbey’s harvest festival the following night. His plan to spread their message was going better than any one of them could have imagined, and he had gained the interest of several curious village members.

The noise and ruckus were proving too much for Aether however, and after a while of watching Dew and Swiss race each other to down their pints, he grabbed a pair of tankards and slipped out the door. Another musician had taken the stage, an accordion player, and Aether found Cowbell tapping along to the beat on the frame and iron wheels of the cart with two sticks like it was a drum kit. Aether chuckled as he approached.

“Copia ought to make the band all wear floor-length robes, then you could join them!”

Cowbell looked slightly sheepish at being caught, but their forked tongue slipped out as they smiled anyway. They joined Aether where he perched on some crates and accepted one of the beers gratefully. Apart from the rhythmic sound of one foot and one hoof tapping on the ground, they sat in a comfortable silence; two friends enjoying each other’s quiet, unhurried company.

Back inside, Swiss could feel every drop of alcohol going to his head, and he thought Mountain must be feeling it too. The night was blurring together into a busy cacophony of singing, cheering and laughing. The one thing he could feel coherently was the constant, grounding pressure of Mountain’s hands on him. The earth ghoul had slunk across the tavern to join him, then barely let him go all evening, always keeping a hold of his waist or hip, or letting their shoulders press against each other. If their tails weren’t safely hidden away, Swiss had the feeling that they too would be braided together.

In his fuzzy mental state, he wasn’t entirely sure what could have brought such behaviour on. The almost possessive twinge to it, like Mountain was trying to ward the humans off, was making his him feel even more floaty than the alcohol. Running on a high from the successful performance, Swiss couldn’t find the mental energy to really care about why Mountain was suddenly glued to him, he only cared that he was. He saw Rain and Dew similarly pressed together, and his inebriated mind let him convince himself that they could be the same, if just for tonight.

Whoever was on stage currently seemed to know the audience well and was gradually convincing more and more of the tavern’s patrons to dance to the jig he played. The humans pressing close, swirling and stamping to the beat, swept the ghouls up in their fervour. Swiss soon found himself pressed closer to Mountain, dancing partners even without indenting to be, the pair clutching each other's arms for balance as they ebbed and flowed with the tide of the crowd.

As the dance ended, Swiss fell against Mountain’s chest. The earth ghoul held him close while they both caught their breath and laughed at the exhilaration. For a while, they held each other and swayed to a slow dance only they could hear. Hearts beating in sync, Swiss looked up at Mountain to see him already staring down at him. His peridot eyes were at the centre of his vision, the only thing Swiss could focus on. They seemed to grow and expand to fill his field of view, and Swiss only realised that this was because they were getting closer together when the twin points of light blurred out of focus.

Swiss’s eyes fluttered shut, and with his vision gone all his other senses heightened in response. He could feel Mountain’s breath against his face and could smell the sour note of beer in it, although he didn’t find that as off-putting as he supposed he should as he stretched up on his tiptoes to bring them closer still. Swiss felt rather than heard Mountain’s final sigh against him, before the soft yet insistent press of Mountain’s lips to his shook him like an earthquake. With all their prior hesitancy washed away by the free-flowing liquor, Swiss pressed back instinctually, throwing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and holding on like his life depended on it.

Time meant nothing to the pair as they ignored the general ruckus of the crowd around them, and the chorus of whoops and cheers that Dew was leading. It was like all the background noise had faded away leaving only them stood in a world of their own. Before long, although it was really several hours at this point, Copia was desperately trying to shepherd his sleepy, tipsy ghouls and the Siblings into the cart to head back to the Abbey. They had a busy day tomorrow, he reminded them, as he had promised all the villagers that their little band would be performing at the harvest festival too.

Slowly, they all stumbled out into the brisk night where Aether and Cowbell were waiting, three sheets to the wind themselves. Swiss and Mountain had managed to make it over the threshold of the tavern without separating, but getting into the cart proved more difficult. Breathing their own air for the first time in a while, they unsteadily clambered into the trailer, cramming themselves into a corner to continue where they left off, despite the jeers from the ghouls around them.

“Even we're not that bad!” Swiss thought he heard Dew crow from somewhere behind him.

Eventually, they had made the short trip back up the hill and were all bumbling back into the Abbey, still drunk off free beer and good energy. Kiss broken, Swiss continued to hold Mountain's hand as he pulled them into the Den and their room. He kicked his boots off, uncaring where they landed as they tumbled into bed, still giggly and touchy but both too tired to do any more than that.

“Today was fun.” Swiss purred sleepily, as he wriggled in Mountain's arms. The earth ghoul was almost asleep already as he hummed in affirmation. Quickly, they fell into a deep, contented sleep. They could think about what the events of tonight meant for them in the morning.

To be continued...

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en-geneisaxx · 8 months ago

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'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions darling) and a suggestive at hoon's part (if u squint 🤭)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

A/n: THE REACTIONS ARE REALLY INTERESTING LMAOOO, I'M CURIOUS IF IT'LL CHANGE WHEN I FINISH THIS FIC (I have no idea when 💀) BUT HOPEFULLY YOU'LL ENJOY MY DEBUT

Not proofread 😅

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!!

Part 4:

'...'

The silence was so loud.

But I mean, it was expected. How would you have reacted given that information and the current situation you were in? Even I, too, wouldn't know, despite living it.

'Y/n,' Jay breaks the awkward atmosphere,

'take your damn child before it has a concussion from it falling from my arms, because I feel so fricking weak right now.'

Glady, you took Jin Ae, since she was like a comforter. And, gosh, she was SO 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 CUTE.

Finally, you felt a little light-hearted, but that could only last for long...

'I...damn. I never knew my bro would be like that... He's not the type to do that...'

'Y/n...have you ever suspected that Jake dude? Because right now, he seems like he's the problem.'

'I agree, Jay. Hoon would never hurt you, but it may be he's worried that Jake guy would take you. You're everything to him, Y/n, and he's just as similar to you when it comes to love.'

Hearing the different views of the story did give you an insight of what might be going on in his head.

'Try being Hoon,' suggested Jay, 'because you need to know what's his version of this mess.

Thoughtfully, you scrape out every detail of Jake you could get from your memory, and tried to piece it together to get a clear answer.

Jake was a flirty boy, so his actions could rub off people in the wrong way, especially if it was Hoon.

When he hangs out with you, he would definitely initiate the physical contact, snaking an arm around your waist or putting an arm on your shoulder.

The way he would look at you...it...it was different, now that you're gaining a third person view. Those eyes...it was so dark when it came to you, unlike when they have a charming gleam to others. Could it be lust? The thought made you sick, you hated liking another man when you were happily in love.

Even the nicknames...he would call me things Sunghoon does, like 'Love' or 'Darling'.

Ah, so he wasn't trying to be my best friend,

He took 'bf' to a whole new level.

No wonder why Hoon got so agitated at the thought of him.

But...at the same time, these are just reasonable guesses. I would need to discuss with Sunghoon to actually know the answer.

'So, what's your verdict, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤?'

'I think Jake tried to change it to Mrs. Sim.'

'I thought so too, ngl.'

'Me three!' Yeji chimes in.

'Well, at least now you should have Sunghoon's view.'

And I think we talked for too long that Jin Ae started crying, hungry for milk.

'Shoot, Jin Ae hasn't drank yet.'

'We'll leave you two to be, call us when you're done.' Says the modest Jay, who you really thought deserved to be the older Park.

'I'll be waiting nearby, ok bro?'

'Cheers Hee, for letting me hang about your place and all that.'

'My job as the eldest, is it not?' He chuckles.

'I know you love Y/n, but right now, you're not really taking your role as the husband, aren't you? Remember, you haven't heard her side of the story, so take it easy.'

'I'll try to, I really will.'

I head on over to the backyard of our house, decorated by my lovely Y/n. She took so much time renovating it into the piece of art it is today. That was what she was good at: creating masterpieces. She's probably best at it because she is one, and if I was to ever be hurtful to her, I would never have meant it; I never deserved such a woman ever, such luck I had to create my family with her as my wife.

I start appreciating everything more, taking a look around and observing the way she places the plant pots, and the strokes she did when painting the fence. There was something else she was better at stroking at, but we'll save that for another time.

When approaching the bench where we would always sit when it was a beautiful sunset, I noticed engravings on it. I thought someone may have vandilised it, until I took a closer look.

'Y/n Park ♥︎ Park Sunghoon'

'He's my forever!!'

'I'm so happy my child was made with him.'

'𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

-𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒀/𝒏.'

All this made him feel ashamed of himself. He deserves to, he was pretty much destroying his sunshine.

He wanted to talk things out, but you weren't there.

*Buzz*

'Who is it?' Enquires Yeji

'Ooolalaaa, it's Mr. Park Sunghoon.'

'Interesting...'

*Otp* 'What.'

'Where's Y/n?'

'Jin Ae was hungry, so she's breastfeeding her right now.'

(She's such a good mother... Oh, Y/n, if only I could prove my love to you better...)

'Oh...ok.' *Ends call*

...

*Jay and Yeji monster shrieks*

'OMG, OPPA, SHOULDN'T WE TELL H/N?'

'YEAH, WE SHOULD. HURRY, OPEN UP THE GROUP CHAT!!'

#en-geneisaxx #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #engene #fyp #kpop #enha #fanfic #sunghoon x y/n #love #enhablr #park sunghoon ff #park sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon x reader #story #writer

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youunravelme · 1 year ago

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hey everyone! don't worry, this is not a post about me going on hiatus (even though i haven't published any writing since october lol) it's more of an apology for taking so long to write literally anything as well as a HUGE thank you for all of you continuing to engage with my fics, send asks, and requesting things!

it's not going unnoticed!!! (especially everyone who has sent in a request that i haven't filled and even those lovely souls who are still waiting for me to finish my 1000 follower celebration drabbles). i appreciate you all SO much, i can't even find the words to properly articulate my thankfulness.

so i'll just give you some small updates as well as an explanation as to where my head is currently:

i am slowly chugging along at this mat fwb fic, and i'm really excited for you all to read it, it's just a monster of a fic. i might end up breaking it up into smaller parts (maybe like 3?) if i think it'll be too long to consume. but ideally, i'd like to finish it first and make that decision later just in case i do end up making a small series, that way, i'm not stringing y'all along for two series that are unfinished and you're waiting months for updates (sorry about that).

as far as tatgylb goes, i wrote a little bit of part 7 but i haven't gone back to it yet since i'm trying to finish the aforementioned mat fic. but i do have the rest of the series planned out. part seven will be the finale of sorts, part 8 will be the epilogue, and i'll probably write some spinoff one shots some time in the future.

i have SO many things in my drafts at the moment, mostly unanswered requests, an angsty tito fic that i've been teasing for months (again, my b), the infamous cornelia street fic that i've written maybe three paragraphs for?

my job, though i love it, can be incredibly exhausting at the end of the day, so that's part of the reason i haven't written as much. but i just wanted to come on here and say i love and appreciate all of you! every ask, comment, like, reblog, makes my day!

thank you thank you thank you!

#kenn updates #my wips #tatgylb

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askmadcomcrew · 1 year ago

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Just wanted to say it’s really impressive how far you’ve taken this blog! It’s a joy to read honestly, the characterization is spot on in my opinion. I’ll admit I’ve sent… kind of a lot of asks myself, so I hope the amount you get isn’t overwhelming or anything. Thanks for making this, I admire your writing!

Also, any thoughts on people drawing these asks? I think that could be fun to see.

Thank you! I plan to take it as far as it'll go, which is really for as long as people keep submitting asks. As soon as I think things might be slowing down, they pick right back up! It can be a little overwhelming, especially when the backlog begins to form (thankfully I just cleared it out) but it's never to the point where I avoid answering questions, it's largely just a matter of setting aside time for it. I usually do a lot of the answering at around 11 to 2 AM, somewhere in that timeframe, usually before I go to bed. Sometimes I knock them out at work if I've got the chance.

And I'm glad the characterization still feels solid, I will admit it's hard coming up for realistic sounding answers for some of these characters (and I've been trying to improve about using Doc way too much for stuff other characters could answer), but so far I've managed to get out something for just about every ask I've gotten. You guys haven't stumped me...Yet.

And I would absolutely love it if people drew the asks! A couple people have added on some doodles to a few of them and it's always really fun whenever it happens, and I totally encourage people to keep doing that. Feel free to draw any ask you want, just submit it as a reblog to the ask you're drawing and I'll reblog it back onto here! Alternatively, you can just submit drawings of an ask into the ask box and I'll post them here as well.

I've been hoping to see more people drawing the asks, because one of my favorite things about the old era of Tumblr ask blogs was the art people would often make for them. Unfortunately my artistic skills are extremely lacking in the drawing department, so I have to rely on others to make it for me, but I can assure you it's always super cool to see every time it happens. Like for the 1k asks art that I had requested from my friend Eternal, it still makes me grin wide whenever I look at it.

Sorry for all the paragraphs, I suppose I just have a lot to say! I'm still super shocked every day that the blog gets so much engagement, especially in an era where tumblr ask blogs are all but extinct, so it's all really cool to see.

#out of character #not questions #long post

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moobloom-mention · 2 years ago

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Masterpost

Updated: 01/08/2025

Archive of Our Own

Need to find something in a hurry? Here you go!

Tags

#reblog - reblogs

#ask - anything pertaining to asks

#thoughts - anything not writing-related

#lmk fic - any piece of writing relating to "Lego Monkie Kid"

#dream smp - any piece of writing relating to the "Dream SMP"

#bingo - any piece of writing from Blame and I's BINGO list

#bad things happen bingo - any piece of writing relating to "Bad Things Happen Bingo"

#warm up - any piece of writing that's under 1k words

#shadowpeach - you know what you're looking for

#sonic the hedgehog - any piece of writing relating to "Sonic the Hedgehog"

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Sonic the Hedgehog Fics

Nothing in Life is Guaranteed (Except For Stasis and Uncertainty) - Through all the panic and confusion, Shadow can only focus on one thing. Maria isn't waking up. Why isn't she waking up?

To Obsess With the Future Is to Doom the Present - Shadow approaches the Professor with one question in mind: What does G.U.N. truly want from him?

Does She Chirp Too? - Shadow hasn't seen Maria for three days. Three, painstaking days that everyone's brushed off in regards to some "flew". Which is odd. Humans can't fly.

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Lego Monkie Kid Fics

To Wait for You Would Mean to Wait an Eternity (And By Then It'd Be Too Late) - Macaque escapes his own death by refusing to interfere with Wukong's JTTW. Besides, FFM needs a king that'll nurse it back to its golden age, a role he believes he'll fit quite well.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Tomorrow's Far Away (So Let Me Dream of the Paradise I Share With You Today) - The struggle and pain Wukong is destined to go through doesn't start for another three months. For now, he enjoys his kingdom and the smug shadow that rests, ever-loyal, beside him.

This Isn't a Goodbye (But I Wish It Had Been) - This won't be the first time Macaque and Wukong utter their farewells, nor will it be their last. But gods does Macaque wish it would be.

Part 1 || Part 2

They Don't Call Him the "Great Sage" for Nothing [G/t Prompt] - Mk isn't new to being frustrated when trying to learn new abilities. But of all things, he never thought shrinking would take four hours to finally understand. God knows how long it'll take to get him back to normal.

I've Worked So Hard For This (And You Expect Me to Let It All Go?) [Warm-Up] - Wukong thought that his journey would be an official separation from the life he used to live on Flower Fruit Mountain. That is until a ghost from his past finds him, hoping to finally bring him home.

The Broken Pleas of a Familiar Face (And an Exhausted Shadow) - After centuries of being away from Flower Fruit Mountain, Wukong is finally able to visit its calming shores and his adoring subjects. Only, it's not joyous cheers and festivities that greet him, but his own shadow's tired eyes and pleads for him to stay.

Is It Really a One-Sided Friendship If You Just Haven't Convinced Them Yet? [5+1 Prompt] - Wukong doesn't know much about the shadow that lives in his favorite peach tree. He only knows they claim that they're "just too different" to be friends. Little does the shadow know, Wukong would rather die than give up a challenge.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

The Price I'll Pay to Keep You Safe and Far From the Life I've Lived - The day the Heavens descends into chaos is not the day Nezha expects to be given charge of the Universe's newest celestial monkey. Now he must decide Xiaotian's fate: to follow the court's desire and mold him into "Heaven's Grand Weapon" or banish him to live a normal life in the mortal realm.

A Paradox [Warm-Up] - MK confronts Nüwa's hypocrisy over the world's destruction.

Violet Hues and Misconstrued Pretenses [Warm-Up] - Wukong purposefully triggers Macaque's monkey instincts to fight over personal space.

Oh, Woe Is the King (of Losing Board Games) [Warm-Up] - Macaque decides to join the MK gang for game night, only to find out that even after centuries of life, Wukong is still terrible at board games and even worse at losing.

Drunk Words Are Crafted From Sober Thoughts - Wukong's internal compass will always lead him to Macaque, especially in moments of intoxication.

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far, Does It? - Pigsy comes back home to find MK and Tang have gotten into some shockingly wholesome mischief.

Dead Man Walking [Warm-Up] - Wukong better hope the Heavens forgive the chaos he brought upon them because he sure as hell won't want to stay on FFM after Macaque gets his claws on him.

Isn't It Ironic? [Warm-Up] - Macaque looks toward weed to cure his aching joints. Though, maybe he should've noticed its pungent smell before he agreed to hang out with MK and Wukong.

Every Action Has Its Equal Opposite Reaction - MK tries to find a bowl for Macaque and him to put their take-out within only to accidentally stir unwelcome (but very-much cherished) memories for the shadow.

Yeehawgust Inspired Prompts

On the Road Again - Wukong's come to enjoy his life as a small town sheriff. That doesn't mean he'd pass up an opportunity to deliver cattle to a familiar town a week's ride south. Especially not with how excited MK is over the trip.

Gossip & Groom

Is a Good Night's Rest Really Too Much to Ask For (Yes. Yes It Is.) - For all the drama and squabbles Macaque's forced to endure on a day-to-day basis, all he asks for is a good night's rest so he can do it all over again come morning. But of course the Sisterhood still manages to worm themselves into his sleep schedule.

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Dream SMP Fics

Life is Unfair (But I'd Do Anything to Make it Fair for You) - "It'll get better," Quackity had promised. "Schlatt can't pick fights with me forever."

Five years later and Tubbo's tired of hoping for a better tomorrow.

Part 1 || Part 2

TommyInnit's First-Hand Guide on How to Say Goodbye - It was a stupid idea- especially with how badly Purpled was already handling Punz's death. The last thing Tommy wants is to shove the same grief onto his own family.

But at least it's better than not getting the chance to say goodbye.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

TommyInnit's Therapy Sessions (Gone Right???) - As much as Tommy hates to admit it, maybe Puffy's therapy sessions have begun to work.

If You Must Hear Something (Please Let It Be This) [Warm-Up] - There is a reason c!Tommy is not an astronaut.

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Challenges

Prompt by Title Bingo

[START HERE]

Heart-to-Heart (What Heart?) [DreamSMP] - Who needs a soulmate when you can just fight crime instead?

Bad Things Happen Bingo

[START HERE]

[Leonine Contract] - Death is all Liu'er Mihou's known. That is, until it isn't.

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#masterlist #fanfiction #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #sunburst duo #dream smp #bingo

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merklins · 2 years ago

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Hi merky! Just know I'm going to bed now but I have ideas for the drawing prompts!!! Im considering drawing both, but ive actually never watched ToH.. im taking your ask however as the final sign that i should so i shall share my thoughts with you >:] I'm also gonna try and snap some minecraft pictures tomorrow, but I didn't cuz my brain was sooo fucking tired and I forgored [and also have to figure out how to take screenshots on my computer ;^^]

I built a huge house though!!! It's three stories but kinda narrow? It's got a kitchen, an attic (which will be my room) and a really tiny bathroom that's just for afk ^^; im also planning to make a living room! I've also got a really nice exterior going which I adore!!! #o(>♡<)o# so many plants and shrubs... there's also a really big and nice basement, but I didn't build that! I just mostly worked on the house, which started as a temporary dirt hut and kinda evolved into something more elaborate over time!

Anyway, I hope your day was well! I care for you and im here if you need anything!! ^◇^-Ollie

WAIT YOU HADN'T ALREADY?? I sent you Raine as the alternative because I was trying to pick out something from another fandom you were in and VAGUELY remembered seeing an Owl House reblog from you. OH WELL! It's a neat show and I'm sure you've heard more than enough about it already so I'll spare you from any more haha. I got a couple prompts of my own sitting in the inbox right now, so if any of those were yours, then good news! THE IDEA IS IN MOTION! ( After spending. an embarrassing amount of time deciding which card and what flowers I was using)

Also your Minecraft house sounds lovely and I can't wait to see pictures of it!! I can't promise it'll work on every kind of computer ever, but usually pressing fn and f2 at the same time will take a screenshot for you. You'll have to go fishing around in the game files to find your screenshot folder, but it gets the job done! If you have a printscreen button that'll send a screenshot right to your clipboard, but if you don't play in fullscreen it'll capture your taskbar too so be careful of that.

NOW INFO DUMP UNDER THE READ MORE FOR MY NEATO MINECRAFT WORLD <3

OK so I don't actually have much built on this one yet because I've been busy surviving BUT I have big ideas!! IMPORTANT CONTEXT BEFORE I GO OFF HERE my world has a mod on it that realigns all the Minecraft code so being underwater is GOOD that's how I'm supposed to play! It's fun and safe and I can do all the stuff I need to down there! BUT ON THE OTHER HAND being in air does the little bubble popping and eventually kills me. Context over!

First big question right off the bat. WHAT HORSES... Horses don't do water Minecraft! WELL WELL WELL One day I had Minecraft open in the background during a thunderstorm and a skeleton trap spawned right over my cave. I triggered the trap by accident while collecting kelp aaand after defeating all of the riders I now have a bunch of skeleton ponies (: Skeleton horses are cool because in Minecraft Skeletons CAN'T drown. So these guys cruise around the caverns like it's nothing! I can ride them too, which. isn't any more effective than swimming because I swim VERY WELL with this mod. But it's the thought that counts! Companionship is hard to come by down there so I LOVE these freaky little guys. They scream horrid sounds from the abyss while I work and I just <3 those are them!! I haven't given most of them names, but one is called Fibia (Fibula + Tibia. I was tired and forgot those weren't one word)

I've been working on re-shaping the caverns before I start building, because while the caves and cliffs update is EPIC there are just sooo many nooks and crannies to get lost in. THANKFULLY the caverns have so many openings to the surface that I can usually swim back around to my base of operations (first cave in the cavern that I dumped all my junk in while I build). I'm going to grab some screenshots once I'm done with all that terraforming and sketch out some ideas, but right now I'm thinking that I should hijack some kind of sunken research facility. I'm talking fallen vessels, abandoned equipment, THE FULL SHEBANG! It's going to look so cool and be the perfect use for all of this copper I keep digging up.

So if you happen to find any cool submerged architecture and technology in your travels I would LOVE to be tagged for that kind of stuff! And also. I left you hanging on the bird thing. I WILL GET YOU THAT BIRD PHOTO!! I don't have any of them yet because I haven't been taking my camera out with me, but the next chance I get I'll see if I can snap those guys!

#m asks #m craft #< my tag for my minecraft world #Hi hi! It's nice seeing you in the inbox (:#Same goes here! Whatever Whenever? I'm your! . ! Person for the job!#I don't usually do custom tags for askers here. but if that's something useful for you then just let me know and I'll come up with some!

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0aurelion-sol0 · 2 years ago

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So, a bit of an update:

- I've promised a lot of posts (mainly ST posts I'm talking about here, the reviews of various things, for now, are completely abandoned) over the course of this blog yet I have never posted them after that. As you may know or may not know, I have lots of thoughts but so little time and energy to get into it given what happens in my IRL life all the time. I have tried to finish those before certain things started going and certain points of time before but I just never could finish them in time or get myself to do it. So I decided to regroup into one big post everything that I am not going to say and wants to say. I am not going to tell you when it'll drop because, again, I likely won't drop in time. Just know, I'm still working on it but between not liking what I write, the way I write it & not having enough time and energy, it is taking longer than it should be...

*(There will however be a four-part theory posts that I needed to, to develop better what I had in mind. Again not telling when I'll post it but I'm still working on it.)

- Also the fact I disliked a huge part of the story as of late and what this side of the fandom has become, it's hard being 100% invested in what I do for this particular series but it has been the meat of this blog, for almost 3 years now, and I have met lots of wondeful people here that I still love talking to everyday when we can so I'm in a way still compelled with it for the moment as you see. Especially since there's only one season left that could change everything I think about it, make it go back to what I thought it was or stick to what I'm thinking it is now.

- Anyway, I still intend to take a break from social media including Tumblr, (to a lesser degree since I still want to reblog and post stuff I find interesting from time to time & share some thoughts), which started with me deleting various social medias I had over the few months I was less things & do other things than ST plus IRL. I need it for myself, especially to grow, mature and learn.

- I also intended for this blog to be more organized but as you see, I haven't been able to make it work the way I wanted it to. Again, it's still something I want to do so as of now, less batshit, reblog stuff all the time or post stupid stuff just to fill some tags on Tumblr (which I also hope I'll get better at it). It's like a new year resolution that's a little late with many others I need to follow but I really need to follow them and make some efforts myself or it won't work.

- And to finish, let's change the way this blog look since it's been a long time and keep it this way for also a long time. X) I hope you'll like it! Hoping it works and stay that way because Tumblr just always finds a way to f*ck it up somehow...

We will see after that what I'll try to do and what I want to do but until then, this is what we are aiming for; which is already a lot for me. XD

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ruemilley · 9 days ago

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thoughts on The Blog + 2024 year in reflection + next year goals

hi there, long time no talk. if you don't remember why you're following me, it's probably because i wrote a lot of mp100 fanfic like five years ago. i haven't posted much on this blog this year besides reblogging some fundraisers and i want to try and use this more. hope you're doing well!

i think i tend to be pretty precious about what i put on this blog, because in my mind i wanted it to be creative updates and art only, but more and more i realize that i really enjoy reading what artists i follow are up to and thinking about whether it's creative or not. so i want to try and post more casually too. sharing what im up to + occasional reblogs. i hope you enjoy that kind of stuff too.

i made a tag on the blog for stuff ive made called.. #stuff ive made. so it'll still be easy to find my art and writing. ill probably make a pinned post with that info in a little bit.

ok, so other orders of business, how was 2024 for me?

2024 was pretty good for me. it was not quite what i thought it would be-- i had a few different goals at the beginning of the year that i ended up shifting on. i also cannot find my new year's resolutions from last year which is surprising because i pretty much always make them.

however, i made some general accomplishments that im pretty happy with, such as:

switching from misc freelance scrambling and part time work to a 40hr/week job, with way better pay

going to water aerobics twice a week fairly consistently, which is the first time i've consistently exercised maybe ever

taking my health more seriously in general

finishing a rough draft of a comic script (which i then put aside, due to next accomplishment)

finally dipping my toes into game dev which i have always wanted to try but was always too scared to

cutting way back on social media usage and being stricter with how much time i spend on my phone

generally Putting Myself Out There more and making friends in da city

so i'm pretty pleased. however, as i think at the end of every year, i still feel my creative output is not what i wanted it to be. admittedly i did draw more than i have in a while. i worked on several projects and got a few things off the ground. but not much i feel i can share. i feel like i consistently did more, but my output was just very slow. this is partly from working on larger projects and things that are time consuming, but man, i want to prioritize this stuff more.

i also find that i am struggling a bit about what i want to be working on creatively. i have ideas but everything's a bit half formed. i think this year i've unearthed some insecurities about the quality of my work and ideas-- i think previously i just told myself that if i sat down and did stuff i would be a savant, i just hadn't gotten around to it yet. this was definitely just from a fear of failure. ok, so i did sit down and do some stuff and it was kind of just ok-- at least to me. what now?

so, i need more time to work on stuff and i need to develop my Artistic Voice or whatever. point one is a bit easier to find a solution for, even if it's scary- im planning to cut back my work hours in the new years and set aside fridays for personal project time only. this is mostly stressful because everything on earth is only getting more expensive but i think i just need to do this. if i don't i will always wonder what if.

...point two is vaguer. how do you develop an artistic vision and goal? admittedly, i think i put way too much pressure on myself to have consistent creative styles and interests. but at the same time, out of all the things i love, there has to be something im drawn to creatively, right? even if i haven't realized it yet? besides anime fanfic epics?

well, probably just in the doing things will emerge. i'll focus on that for now. this seems like a similar question to high schoolers asking how you get an Art Style, and not realizing that's just something that naturally emerges when you draw a lot. you can certainly point it in certain directions, but it won't settle and be yours unless you do it a lot.

okay, what else. i have some other personal goals i won't share here, but one more i WILL share here is i think in 2025 i really want to engage with less passive media. i love to put on a youtube video essay and play a game on my phone. lots of half attention to things that don't deserve my whole attention. i think that's ok sometimes to relax and unwind, but i feel like i missed out on so many cool stories by doing that. i feel good about this goal because it's less about Reading Twenty Five Books This Year Because That's Good For Me and more about experiencing stories because i want that.

this year i read stone butch blues and i remember thinking at the end of it, why am i not reading things like this all the time? why am i not devoting myself to experiencing beautiful works of art? why am i more likely to put on ten hour let's play of a mediocre PS2 game that no one has ever heard of than to watch a two hour classic movie that will emotionally resonate and maybe change my life?

...well, it's partially because that gets emotionally exhausting. it's ok to chill out some. but i don't want to pacify myself all the time. i need to think about how to make this a Measurable Goal or whatever, but i'm excited about it.

i think that's all i will put here. i hope you have a good new year's and that 2024 wasn't too painful for you. i feel as though most of the internet was cruel and disheartening this year- endless windows into the worst of humanity. things that were painful to read, while also knowing they would be thousand and thousands time worse to experience. even so, i saw a lot of kindness too-- people reaching out to help, and the generosity of my friends and family. i hope you saw some of that too. here's to 2025.

#talking

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reinemichele · 1 year ago

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Okay well um . I started writing this post and it started to get too long and go off topic so I'm going to put the more relevant info in this post and then finish typing the other post tomorrow probably and you can read that for more hashtag erin lore

Tw for discussion of animal death/illness, cancer, and (unintentional) disordered eating; no one is obligated to read this. It'll also probably get pretty long. Again, don't feel like you need to read this if these are upsetting topics for you

Uhhh how do I start this . Um, it's been a bad week. I don't think I've had a worse new years; even when my dad died it had been earlier in the year so we were more numb to the fact he wasn't there.

For the first few days I couldn't eat anything more than toast or crackers and I'd start crying when I tried to eat. I don't really know what the physiological connection is there, but I have to assume there is one. I was having to take my PRN anxiety meds multiple times a day because I was getting so upset I'd get nauseous and feel like I couldn't breathe.

I'm doing better now; today's the first day I felt like I wanted to eat willingly and not out of obligation, I haven't cried yet, and I haven't needed my anxiety meds.

But the day after my cat died, we found a tumor on my dog's stomach. It sounds like I'm making this up for attention on the internet, but it wasn't there before this day. Cosmic irony, god's ire, greek tragedy, etc etc.

My dog is 15, so all of us are against any surgery or chemotherapy, even if we could afford it. My mom works in hospice, so just take my word for it when I say all of us know how much pain and suffering and loss of quality of life that (invasive) surgery and chemotherapy causes for people.

So we just spent the day trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. We rearranged pillows and blankets, helped her move, tried offering her Literally every piece of food that was safe for dogs that we have (cat food, dog food, chicken, roast beef, turkey, ham, cheese, etc), sat down towels when she refused to go potty outside.

I made the decision to not talk about this on here for several reasons. I didn't want to contribute to people feeling sad or guilty over NYE, when there's already so many sources of despair and disillusionment in the world. I didn't want to receive pity; something I've hated feeling since my dad died when I was little. I didn't want empty platitudes of toxic positivity insisting that things would turn around and good things will start happening to me, and I didn't want to be the asshole who wasn't grateful for those empty platitudes. Most of all, I didn't want people to change how they treat/interact with me because they knew. I didn't want to be treated like I'm fragile or need special treatment. (If it needs saying, I still don't want to be treated like that.) I wanted to cry in my bedroom, and then reblog silly posts like nothing was wrong.

It's been a few days since the 30th, obviously. She's having less trouble walking, wags her tail when she sees us again, after a few (absolutely heartbreaking) days of not moving her tail at all. Her appetite is slowly coming back, she ate a little tuna and cat food.

But... the tumor has grown already, in just these few days, and she keeps licking at it, so it's sore and raw. My mom and brother don't want to put her to sleep because she's been improving. I obviously do not want to lose her; she's my baby and my sister and my mother all in one. She was the first pet we got that I picked out. When I leave the bathroom door open, she sits with her back facing the bathroom, guarding me.

But I don't want her to suffer. I don't want this to get worse. I want her to be able to go out with dignity and some quality of life. I don't want her to not have any quality of life left by the time we decide to stop being selfish and let her go.

Two of my friends sent me some money to help cover the cost of putting her to sleep. It was very very kind, and I can't put into words how much I'm grateful for my friends for every act of kindness and love they do for me.

I don't really know how to end this, because I still don't know what we're going to do. I know what I want to do, but it's not solely my decision and I want to respect my mom and brother's feelings. I just know that holding all this in and not talking about it was starting to be... Not Good, as much as I did want to just Be Another Random Guy on tumblr, being annoying about my hyperfixations.

If you've read any or all of this, thank you. Please don't treat me differently because of any of this, and let me post my silly little things like nothing's wrong. That's what's helped me keep it together.

Oh, and it's my birthday on the 10th. I don't want to get into it now (my birthday woes can be its own separate erin lore post too), but every year something bad happens around my birthday, so this is this year's Incident. The only socially acceptable thing I can think to say is a sarcastic yayyyyy consistency <3333.

#erin talks #text #ya go almost 4 yrs on a blog being detached and distant #& then suddenly ya have to have emotions in front of people 🙄 (<- this is a joke)

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ruin-a-wedding · 2 years ago

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before we start

Today's the day! This evening I'll be posting the beginning of the prologue, but first I wanted to do a bit of pre-game establishing stuff. Some of this will be a repeat from the about post.

updating schedule

My goal is to spend one week writing and then have one week of voting. That being said, because this is something I'm doing for free there might be weeks where updates come a little late because I'm also managing a paid patreon take takes priority.

participation and choices

Think of this as a roleplay campaign where a group is working together to play as one character. Some details I'll leave intentionally vague so you can have your own interpretation of things.

Most of the participation will come in the form of polls. These polls will sometimes decide immediate actions, but other times will impact broader things like character personality of relationships.

You're welcome to send me asks if you have any sort of worldbuilding or character questions.

content

This is a story with adult content, and I'll be marking passages with tumblr community labels when they apply. Because the story's path will changed based on decisions that haven't happened yet, there's only so much I can say about what kinds of things to expect. The best I can say is that this is a romcom plot in a dark fantasy setting.

I won't be giving content warnings for individual posts. This is non-negotiable.

where to read

Updates will first be posted on tumblr. You may want to turn on notifications in order to avoid missing an update.

I'll also be combining posts into chapters on AO3, but those will happen after voting has ended for each section. This is mainly for people who've missed a few weeks or are just joining, as readers on AO3 will not be able to vote.

Right now I don't have an AO3 link, but it'll be added to my pinned post when I start.

ways to support

The easiest, best, and cheapest way to support this project is by reblogging posts I make. This account currently has less than 10 followers, and having more players will make poll results a little less predictable.

At the end of each story update I'll include a link to my ko-fi and my patreon for anyone who wants to throw a few dollars my way, but this is something I'm doing for free without any expectation of being paid.

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loki-hargreeves · 2 years ago

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Hey lovelies! Here are some fics I read in September and also in July and August. I was going to make a fic rec list in July/August but after spending two hours on it, tumblr ate the post. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find all of them again because the tumblr tag system sucks. So here we go again! Feel free to recommend me fics to read in October :)

🌻 - fluff ~ 🍑 - smut ~ 🥀 - angst

Moon Knight:

Guess Who [Marc, Steven & Jake x Fem!Reader] by @xcatnapsx 🍑

dlz ; jake lockley. [jake lockley x gn!reader] by @masterninjacow 🥀

Pretty When You Cry [Marc Spector x Reader] by @dont-feel-so-good-peter 🍑

Breakfast [fem!reader x marc spector, fem!reader x steven grant] by @spacecowboyhotch 🍑

in an argument (hc) [Marc, Steven & Jake x Reader] by @foreverinadais 🥀

after an argument (hc) [Marc, Steven & Jake x Reader] by @foreverinadais 🥀🌻

Possessive [Marc Spector x fem!Reader] by @fluffyprettykitty 🍑

Rest [Jake Lockley x gn!Reader] by @in-between-the-cafes 🌻

The Shape of You [mainly Steven Grant x afab!Reader] by @bit-dodgy-innit 🍑

I Still Need You [Marc, Steven & Jake x Reader] by @lis-likes-fics 🥀

Sleepy thief [Marc Spector x Reader] by @slightlypossessed 🌻

Online lectures [Steven Grant x F!Reader] by @moonxknightx 🍑

Puzzles [Steven Grant x fem!Reader] by @stormkobra-5 🍑

to take care of you [Jake Lockley x Reader] by @eyelessfaces 🌻

Body and Soul [Steven Grant x fem!Reader] by @lunalockley 🌻

Fallen from Heaven, Grown on Earth [Steven Grant x f!Reader and Marc Spector x f!Reader] by @davosmymaster 🍑🥀🌻

To the moon and back [Marc Spector x gn!Reader] by @writingforcurrentobsessions2 🥀🌻

The vegan in the steak house [Steven Grant x Reader] by @messrmoonyy 🌻

Limitless [Marc, Steven & Jake x fem!Reader] by @missdictatorme 🌻🥀🍑

Other Oscar Isaac characters:

Feral Flight [Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!Reader] by @stormkobra-5 🍑

Cerebral [Nathan Bateman x Reader] by @laters-gators 🍑

Rubber Ducky, You’re the One [Nathan Bateman x Reader] by @youvebeenlivingfictional 🥀🌻🍑

Untitled (?) [Nathan Bateman x fem!Reader] by @youvebeenlivingfictional 🍑

Property of Blue [Blue Jones x Reader] by @lis-likes-fics 🍑

The Stars [Poe Dameron x Reader] by @youvebeenlivingfictional 🌻

“I concealed my feelings for you” [Duke Leto x fem!Reader] by @thepaperpanda 🍑

Loki:

Sit. Still. [Loki x fem!Reader] by @marvelfanfics1 🍑

Hands on experience [Loki x fem!reader] by @tom-whore-dleston 🍑

#I have some of these in my queue still #so if I haven't reblogged it yet it'll just take a little time but I swear I will do it <3 #I've read so little Loki fanfiction lately #tbh I don't come across it #I need to find Loki fic recs #tumblr please don't mess this up this time 🙏

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liberty-barnes · 3 years ago

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General Guidelines For New Users

(this is an ongoing list of just things I compiled from other blogs, so if you have anything else to add, let me know and I'll put them here)

Reblogs are everything. While in other platforms, likes help the algorithm find good posts to put on your recommended and stuff, here it doesn't really happen. So the only way for people to get recognition for their posts is to reblog them. So even if you have very few followers or whatever, reblog!!

Don't add your thoughts, comments, etc. directly onto someone else's post when reblogging, unless you're sure they're okay with it. Instead, just add your comments to the tags, or if you have something else to say about that discussion, either make your own post relating to it or ask first if you can add to the discussion. AKA:

This one seems pretty self-explanatory, but since some people still don't get it: don't go being a dick on someone's blog/in their inbox. Seriously, if you're even thinking about sending someone death threats, hate, or whatever, just don't. Find something better to do with your time, cause that's just not it.

Tags serve multiple purposes here: we use them to rant or add on thoughts sometimes, but also to just generally organise your blog. For example, I tag everything I write with #libby writes, that way if you're just looking for my fics, you can search my blog for that tag and it'll all show up, tagging makes it easier for you to find what you want in blogs. Tags also work as a way for others to blacklist content, for example, if you haven't watched a movie yet but everyone's talking about it, you can just blacklist content related to that movie and it'll all be hidden/show up with a disclaimer that it contains content you blacklisted until you take away the restriction.

Don't keep the default Tumblr images cause people will think you're a bot. You can change it to something as random as a Google picture of a park bench, as long as it isn't the Tumblr default picture cause most people have a tendency to block those. Just take the time to personalise your blog a little bit.

Don't be impatient when it comes to asks. Some blogs, especially the bigger ones, get dozens of asks a day, so don't be impatient or get mad if they didn't answer yours. At the end of the day, it's their blog, they decide what to post and what not to, and people have lives outside of Tumblr so they won't always have time to answer.

If you don't like something, don't interact with it, it's as simple as that.

Don't press people for information about themselves. Tumblr thrives on anonymity, so if people want to share, they do, but if they don't, you need to respect that. This isn't like Twitter where everyone has their names, age, picture, address, social security number or whatever on their accounts. Here, if you want to be faceless and nameless, you can, and that should always be respected.

Those are the ones I remember at the moment, but like I said, this can change and be lengthened as time goes on, but I hope it helped all you new users get a better idea as to how this works!

Also, if you're a Larrie or in the One Direction fandom, look these up as well, they're a bit more catered to our fandom.

-Love, Miah <3

#helpful resources #tumblr discourse #twitter vs tumblr #twitter comes to tumblr #tumblr guidelines #tumblr dynamics

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wandawiccan60 · 2 years ago

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"That's A Wrap!!!"

A Reggie Kray X Abigail Hathorne(FemOC) One-Shot

***LIT SMUT***

A/N: Hey everyone I hope you all are doing good and yes I haven't posted much I actually wanted to take a little "break" and also just haven't been feeling myself lately. But I wanted to give you guys a new One-Shot. And this time finally I'm touching on my favorite gnagster of all time, Reggie Kray. I actually was daydreaming about this piece of cinema a couple of days ago and I said "Reggie and his GF making love in the movies?" what an idea right? And here it is and I hope you all enjoy this short and fun short story of Reggie and Abigail. Again thank you all for the support and please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for me and my blog as a whole. Thank you to each and every one of you guys love you guys to death. As always guys please enjoy and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!!

MORE OF THE PRINCE OF EAST LONDON???X👈🏻(If you want to go out with him Saturday night?💞💓😇)

ONE-SHOT/DRABBLE MASTERLIST

TAGS: @hecatemoon87, @kittycatcait219, @zablife, @theshelbyslimited, @theshelbyclan, @mollybegger-blog, @professor-alfie-solomons, @pottersolomons2, @potter-solomons, @tomhardyspinkyfinger, @jarvisrocks, @alikaheroes, @annisse, @rikki-b-lake, @solomons-finest-rum, @symbean, @omgeternal, @ao3feed-symbrock, @weirdgirl16355, @thefics-that-drip, @ninja-potato-shelby-solomons, @raincoffeeandfandoms, @bubblyani, @buttercup32sstuff, @darklydeliciousdesires, @rayanee05, @thehardy-boys, @thealmightybitchgoddess, @tea-atfive, @smellslikeillusorydreams, @mariadecapitated, @97freaknik, @edwardthomashardy1, @veddieiscanon, @quarterpastmidnight, @queencoraline3, @queenofthefaceless-main,

Word Count: 4,520

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Mentions of Violence, Some Graphic Blood, Mentions of Trauma, Death, Gang Affiliations, Fluff, and Lit SMUT

💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹💗🎞️🌹

Abigail and Reggie had been together for almost a year since he laid eyes on her that night at The Esmeralda’s Barn. It was very unexpected for Abigail to encounter the notorious and fearful prince gangster of East London. She was solely focused on getting herself a quick drink to enjoy the many cheerful sounds of the people surrounding her. In her perspective, she never had a single thought of ever finding a man in a place such as The Esmeralda’s Barn. But that thought alone would change her point of view of men when she met Reggie that same night when he step foot inside the hall of the club.

It happened so quickly when Abigail was sitting alone at the bar counter while drinking her second cup of red wine since she got there. She didn’t notice his presence after she heard that smooth, charming, and yet booming voice he possesses once Abigail eyed him sideways.

“Two gins like usual,” Reggie said while he took out his pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he lit it up with his small gold light.

Abigail suddenly felt chills running down her spine as she caressed the top of the cup with her right finger. Lost in her thoughts, however, the man behind the bar came back with some drinks that they accidentally tumbled in front of Abigail. Making her gasp, and stood up on her feet at the cold liquid now all over her long sleeve dark brown dress.

“I’m deeply sorry miss, please let me help you clean that for you,” the bartender said in a panicked and stuttering voice, trying to find a towel for Abigail to dry herself up.

“You mate, yea, FUCK OFF NOW!!!” said Reggie, shouting out at the young man behind the counter. He didn’t question him back and did what he was told.

Some people around her were looking on, suddenly feeling embarrassed as her cheeks became red as blood.

“Sweetheart, you alrigh’? Come on, I’ll escort you to the ladies’ room so you can get yourself clean up, yea? And I’m sorry abou’ that young lad, he is a bit of a clumsy bastard but he won’t be coming back here anymore now. But I am terribly sorry abou’ that love,” the tall man said as he was then handed a small wet towel from Albert as he gently placed it against her dress.

“No, it is alright. It’s not a big deal this happened to me before, believe me, but thank you, good sir,” Abigail said as she and Reggie made their way through the crowd making their way to the bathroom.

“Sir? Did you just call me sir? That is actually very cute of you there love, from now on alrigh’ you will only call me by my first name. And that is Reggie, not sir, yea? Especially for a lovely-looking woman like you, that seems so pure and innocent just by looking into your eyes,” he said as Abigail gave a smile at his nice compliment.

After about an hour later of cleaning her dress to the best of her ability, she then made her way out of the ladies’ room. To her surprise, Reggie was there waiting for her all this time, which made her feel a bit confused.

“Reggie, were you really waiting for me all this time? Why?” Abigail said in a shy tone as he took another drag from his white cigarette and let out a slow and smooth blow.

“Because why not?” he said, making a small shrug of his shoulders as he walked his way to her, taking another puff of his cigarette, “I wanted to know you looked good and well, you are pretty much alone around here. Wanted to ask if maybe if you don’ mind I be some company for you tonight if that is something you wish to have?”

Abigail didn’t know what to say about this unexpected request from someone as handsome as Reggie did. She then bit her bottom lips lightly, trying to accept his request or reject him, since Abigail felt like it wasn’t what she wasn’t expecting tonight. She never really had any boys come up to her and ask her for a drink or a dance since she got there at the club. Abigail was thinking of leaving after she got her second cup of wine until Reggie came along tonight.

“Well, I was thinking of leaving right now but… actually…,” Abigail’s words trailed off for a second while collapsing her hands together once again, feeling her face flushed red again.

She could feel Reggie’s warm presence as he took in another puff from his cigarette as he side smiled in her direction.

“How abou’ this then yea? Would you like to go out with me sometime this week, like maybe Saturday night? I can take you on a nice dinner date and I’ll let you choose whatever place you like. If that is something you might like and be interested in and also if you feel comfortable, of course. It is up to you, darlin’, and if you say no, I’ll respectfully take your word, love.”

Before Abigail could speak again, a gentleman with a very nice-looking suit and his light brown hair combed smoothly back on his head, then disrupted them.

“Reggie Jack is here, and he wants to speak to ya, and he said it’s urgent too,” the man said as he noticed Abigail in front of him, “Oh my apologizes miss for the interruption, I’ll see you in a bit Reg.”

Reggie just nodded his head as the man left them alone again, seeing his facial expression change, looking a bit disappointed at being called for.

“I must go now love, I’m very sorry to leave you soon. If you want to find me and need anything, I’ll be sitting with my brother at a corner table booth. Again I must apologize miss… I’m sorry, what’s your name dear?”

“Abigail, my name is Abigail Hathorne, but you can just call me Abi for sort,” she said, giving Reggie a small smile.

“Abigail, well, that is quite a lovely name. I like it a lot. It was a pleasure to meet you then and again. I apologize for leaving you in such circumstances, really. But you have a lovely nigh’ love,” Reggie said as he now made his way down the small brown-lit hallway until Abigail called out to him and placed a hand on his left forearm.

“Reggie wait, I… I accept your date with you and what do you say maybe 7:30 at night at most? And if that hour fits for you, then as well?” she said, feeling nervous now that she quickly welcomed his offer.

Reggie did that same attractive side smile at her, and Abigail looked away for a moment.

“Of course Abi, Saturday night at 7:30 in the evening. I’ll be there for you then. Would you like another drink with me, love hmm?” he said as he searched for those brown almond eyes that he had been growing fond of since this entire night.

“Hehe… I would love that very much Mr. Kray,” she said as she looked up at his astonishing brown dark eyes, which he then gave her a quick wink.

“Right this way than Ms. Hathorne.”

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Having a movie date night was one of the best things that Abigail enjoyed the most when Reggie wasn’t away from work. She already knew what type of business Reggie and older brother Ronnie were into, not really minding how much blood and bones were being broken or shed. Especially that one night when he was released from prison, he and Ronnie got into a terrible fight with each other. Finding out that Ronnie was going overboard and fucking their entire system while he was away made Reggie infuriated, and they got into a bloody fight. Abigail felt devastated at seeing both brothers fight almost each other to death, but after all, they were still brothers by blood in the end.

Reggie afterward felt terrible that Abigail had to witness such a thing, but she didn’t mind it for one bit since she had seen that type of violence growing up with her older brother Vincent.

Back in Manhattan, where she and her family used to live, wasn’t such a pleasant and welcoming area. Filled with lots of poverty, violence, drugs, and alcohol, and almost everywhere she would go there would be girls hanging out on the sidewalks. Her brother Vincent was a good boy, the best brother she could ever have and asked for. But he did some things that no young boy isn’t supposed to do at such a young age. Vincent joined a gang for a small period, where he had to beat the living hell out of anybody that his boss would tell him to do. He has seen things that made him have nightmares almost every night that her parents didn’t know what to do with him. They didn’t know about his little secret about him being in a gang, but Abigail was the only one who knew about his secret troubles. It saddened Abigail to see her big brother go through such multiple traumas, knowing that she kept it between herself and Vincent. One time she accidentally stumbled upon his brother hitting this other young boy in an alley when she went out with a friend. She remembered really clearly how the boy’s face was covered in both his and Vincent’s blood and she felt disgusted to see such a thing. Vicent realized her little sister and her friend as he then gave the big another big hit, making him go out old and tumbled down to the cold pavement floor. He took out a small red towel as he cleaned his bloody knuckles while Abigail’s friend breathed in and out uncontrollably. Abigail only stood there quiet and frightened to see his brother do such horrifying things, not knowing what to think about his actions. Abigails’s friend only ran away from the gruesome scene while Vincent took Abigail’s left arm gently. They walked their way down to an ice cream shop where they would hang out most of the time. Vincent knew inside of his heart he felt terrible to know her sister had to see him that way.

“Abi, hey, look, I’m sorry that you had to see what I did to that boy. You were not meant to see that at all, but I promise you something right now. I will go clean after I win a good amount of money, no matter how much I have to stay. Please don’t tell mom and pops about this too because I know you won’t say a single word of this. Can you do that for me, Little Abi?” he said as he took a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream. Abigail only nodded her head shyly as she was picking out her strawberry ice cream with her spoon.

“Do you really mean it, Vincent, about you going clean? And cross your heart that you will do it whenever you get enough money for us to get out of here?” Abigail said sometime later as she was finishing her ice cream.

“I promise I am being serious with you, dear sister. I cross my heart,” he said, making an X on his chest with his finger, believing in his words.

Mostly when it came to the money, he would store it away in a secret redwood box he hid inside the walls of his room. Promising his sister that one day he and hopefully his parents would understand that they will move out of Manhattan and live a better life than where they were.

“You will never have to worry about those scary bastards that you hear from outside your room window. We will get out of here no matter what Little Abi, I promise you so much,” he would say one night as he showed her his secret box where the money was stashed.

She patiently waited for Vincent to do the dirty work that he did for his boss. Some weeks later, Vincent however turned his life around after he came back home one night later. He realized he wanted more than just a life of corruption and violence, and risking himself between life and death. So he then had the courage to tell his boss that he quit and wanted nothing to do with him and the rest of the gang. His boss didn’t take it nicely, but he let Vincent go.

He then got himself back to school, trying to get a degree in something better and wanting to make his family proud to see his oldest son graduate strong. Abigail was very grateful and relive to see him strive in school instead of seeing him in the streets. However, it wasn’t easy to get what he dreamed of and wanted for himself and for his little sister and parents. Until one day, they found her brother dead in a small obscured alleyway around Manhattan. Abigail didn’t lose just a big brother but a best friend, a mentor, and a protector that she will never get back for all eternity. She knew who her killer or killers might have been, but after the police were finding and searching for her brother’s killers. Suddenly, they also were found dead. Their bodies were hanged under a small bridge as their own blood dripped down to their shoes. There wasn’t any justice in her brother’s death but only grief and loss of someone she was close to and someone who promised her a better life than where they all were.

After two months after the death of Vincent, Abigail and her parents moved out. Ending up going to London out of all places, she and her mother were confused about why his father thought it was better to live in London other than in America. Her father found it would be a fresh start and be away from all the terrible violence around where they lived. He thought it seemed like a better choice and this made her mother upset and thought about it for quite some time. And so that is where she is now and to her surprise, found herself again in the world that she grew up in. But Reggie, however, was another man that she didn’t expect, and also he reminds her too much of Vincent. Reggie is very overprotective of Abigail going out by herself when she had to go to the marketplace or when she just walked her way to work. She found it annoying at first to see Albert and another young gentleman named Frank outside of her front door. But after some time going by, she got used to them being there and then offered their rides to take her anywhere she desired.

Reggie and Abigail then walked their way to the ticket booth and paid for two tickets for the film Cleopatra. Inside the dark, dimly lit theater room, they sat down on the seats where the projector was above them. As they got comfortable with each other, he then looked at Abigail as he gave her a soft small smile, giving her a small kiss on her small sweet lips. She then leaned back for a moment, smiling as bright as the sun.

“Do you want me to get any treats or popcorns for you, babe?” Reggie asked in a whisper, caressing her soft skinny cheek with his hand.

“I”m alright my Reggie thank you, I’m happier that you are here with me, especially on nights like these,” she said placing her hand against his large strong hand, which he chuckled giving her another big kiss on top of her head.

As the lights dimmed, the movie then played. Abigail rested her head against Reggies’ broad chest.

When the movie continued playing sometime later, there was a romance scene that appeared in front of their eyes. Abigail then gave a small kiss on Reggie’s right cheek. Feeling those sweet lips of hers made him feel goosebumps through his body. While having his right arm wrapped around her tiny shoulders, he then softly cupped her chin with his left hand as he gave her a deeper kiss than the first one. Hearing the background audio and music of the movie, their kiss became passionate, sensual, and overall erotic. Abigail placed both of her hands on the side of his face. Reggie caressed her right leg with his hand. Their tongues then dance smoothly between thrift mouths. She let out a quiet moan, making Reggie kiss the side of her neck, biting her bottom lips at his kiss.

“Reggie…,” she whispered next to his left ear, nibbling his ear as he continued to leave small kisses on her neck down to her left shoulder.

“You like that, don’ you, my little princess?” Reggie said seductively in a whisper, making Abigail get goosebumps through her now warm body.

His hand made its way underneath her black shirt, feeling her silky lingerie panties craving to touch what’s beyond the small material. Abigail let out a soft gasp once she felt his hand caress soothingly against her white panties, giving him those hypnotic eyes that made Reggie go mad. Those familiar begging eyes that Reggie has known already for a while, then move his hand inside of her. Feeling her wet, sloppy pussy between his fingers made Abigail tilt her slowly back. She felt like she was above the clouds, as Reggie tried his best to unbutton her dark blue blouse with his free hand. All the while, she felt one of his fingers thrust in and out of her wet walls, as she then reached for his now aching budge with her right hand. This made Reggie bite gently down on her now exposed collarbone as Abigail caressed and rubbed his hard crotch with her small hand.

“You want me to go down on my knees like a naughty slut? While I take in your hard, lovely cock of yours inside my dirty mouth, babe?” she said devilishly seductively, leaving a small hickey on her left shoulder.

Reggie then thrust another two more fingers inside of her, making her gasp louder, which he quickly covered her mouth with his right hand.

“Shhhh quiet love,” he said in a whisper as he looked around the theater to see if anyone was around to their surprise they were the only ones there tonight, “You so fuckin’ wicked my little horny spawn, get on your fuckin knees and give daddy some love hmm?”

“Yes daddy, your wish is mine to command,” Abigail said as she slowly made her way down between his legs, she took her small and yet lovely tits of hers out from her small white bra.

Reggie bite his lips together once he saw Abigail’s nice, small, and round chest while she unbuckled his black belt. Once she got the belt unbuckled, she then went on with his zipper while she gave him a tantalizing look while excavating out his lovely long wood.

“Just like baby, take out that enormous cock so it can feel that hot and lovely slutty mouth of yours,” he said while caressing her long silky black hair with his hand, as Abigail did what she was told.

Feeling the cool air around his erected bulge, Abigail bites her lips while letting out a small chuckle, knowing what was yet to come. She gently thrust his length with her right hand as she gave a few small kisses on the top of his cock’s head. While her other hand massaged his small yet smooth balls as she then licked the head of his dick. She then slowly consumed his cock with her mouth, making Reggie groan quietly as he felt her warm mouth go lower and lower on him. Abigail then gently bobbed her head up and down in a lovely rhythm while having both of her hands now thrust between his length. All the while licking and sucking Reggie like there is no tomorrow.

“Fuckin’... shit… Abi… oh babe yes, yes,” Reggie moans out, quietly closing his eyes in concentration, feeling many erotic emotions throughout his tingling body.

She picked up the pace as she then deep throat him as she felt the side of her mouth drip a bit of saliva, not caring if her red lipstick makeup gets sloppy. Her thrusting and sucking became faster while she also closed her eyes in concentration, knowing that she wants to make her king burst sooner than she wanted him to. Feeling his insides were building up more and more, he then tighten his eyes harder as he grabbed a fist of her black hair with his right hand. This made Abigail get even faster than she now felt the tip of his cock all the way behind her throat.

“FFFFUCCKKKK!!!! yea, yea, yea, don’t stop babe, don’ stop,” he said medium loud tone, as he was breathing in and out feeling her moaning vibrations around his cock.

Abigail went faster until in a few seconds his wet and tasty white milk burst inside of her, making her bob her head slowly. Consuming every bit of his heavenly milk inside of her mouth. Abigail’s mouth was now filled with Reggie’s semen as she teasingly opened her mouth to show his man how much she has inside. This only made Reggie get harder while his beautiful angel was being a joker and yet naughty at the same. She then swallowed everything whole as he gave her another deep kiss, tasting a few of his own fluids between his lips.

“Now, you sit back and let me take care of my queen now yea?” he said as he gave another peck on her lips, which Abigail giggled, knowing it was her turn to be his toy now.

He then looked around the room once more to see if anyone was around, but in relief, there was no soul to be seen. The movie then continued playing in the background, while Abigail pulled her panties down as she felt the material down against her ankles. Making herself sit more comfortable against the seat, Reggie then lifted a bit of her black skirt. Abigail desperately wanted Reggie’s wet tongue to lick her out, knowing how much she can’t resist right now. Reggie caressed her right cheek as they smiled at each other.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you, my little Abi?” He said as he caressed his thumb gently against her cheek.

“Yes, my love, I am your only good girl in this world and you are mine to claim and have. I love you, Reggie Kray,” she said, kissing his hand and giving a side smile towards him.

“Well, let me take care of you now. Would you like that, my sweet Angel?” He said teasing as he reached further between her legs, biting her lips together to resist a smile and a chuckle.

Abigail simply nodded her head, and Reggie now reached where he wanted to be. He started slow once he inserted two fingers inside her lovely wet canal, making Abigail moan out quietly. Reggie massaged her right tit with his free hand while thrusting into her pussy ever so lovingly.

“Hmmm… Reggie please… don’t stop just like that make me feel like a dirty whore you want me to be,” she said rearing her head back, feeling his tongue licking around her sensitive clit.

Reggie licked the place up as he thrust and lick in a wonderful rhythm while Abigail closed her eyes, seeing some black spots around. She felt so much like she was in heaven loving how Reggie would treat her to her sinful desires that had grown to love. Anytime or anywhere, she and Reggie would always try to have time for each other, and no matter where they make love to each other. What Abigail cared about the most wanted to be close to him and have his warm body be against hers. Felt at home, safe in his arms, happy, and overall, a life that she expected to have with a man like Reggie.

Abigail felt so many tingles through her body as Reggie worked on his speed as his tongues twirled and nibbled around her clit. She knew she was this close to reaching her climax when Reggie thrust his fingers as he looked up at her beautiful face.

“Who do you belong to, hmm? Tell me who this little cunt and this slut belong to?” He said as he placed a gentle hand around her white neck as he thrust his three fingers in and out of her, making her curl her toes together.

“Ohhh fuck Reggie… I belong to you… ohhhh… I’m your only slut… for you to fuck me… and, oh god I’m about to come,” she said couldn help but love how her pussy was building itself up to her and burst out her juices.

Reggie then tightens his hand around her neck, making fingers thrust deeper inside of wet walls until she can’t resist the temptation. Abigail then came around his fingers, feeling her face flush red riding her organs around his large fingers. They both breath heavily for a moment once Reggie takes his fingers out of her now undone pussy. He licks her juices off with his tongue that sting a bit of a sweet hint that he only knew. Abigail giggled at seeing Reggie do such a naughty thing that he then placed his fingers in her mouth to lick off the rest of her juices. She erotically licked and suck his fingers while giving those devilish eyes in his direction. This made Reggie feel hard between his legs, once again loving her nice little tongue playing around his fingers.

The finale of the movie then came to an ending as the projector and the theater then lit up a bit, realizing that the film was over. Abigail quickly put her panties on again while Reggie buckled his belt around.

“That a Wrap, as they say in the movie industry,” Abigail said jokingly, making Reggie let out a small chuckle finally zipping his trousers.

“Don’t be such a joker love, come on, let’s get out here. Don’t you think this isn’t the last scene of our movie not yet? Because there is a continuation after this little misbehaved young lady has been very, very mischievous. Because she doesn’t realize she has a little surprise that her Prince Charming wants to give to her. What do you say, my darling? Are you ready for the big finale of this story of ours?” Reggie said, cupping her face with his hands and giving her another sweet, small kiss.

“I would love to know very much about my lovely king,” Abigail said as they made their way out of the theater excitedly, looking forward to seeing where this would go to.

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