#sugarlump

[saulmariaxxiii]

Flashbanged myself with a memory from back in college where I had just taken two steps into the entrance hall and one of the male staff members called me sugarlump... Like, I've always been called petnames but it was so bewildering to me that I legit made a face like this:

[mistcursed]

A yeti — can't say i've seen one in person & i've seen some strange things. you two aren't causing trouble are you @svellsongur ?

[maljic]

Conor always looks like he needs his glasses

[whenibecameaparentireadbooks]

Horse Desire

Sugarlump and the Unicorn By Julia Donaldson Illustrated by Lydia Monks Macmillan Children’s Books, 2013 In his book The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera wrote that ‘we can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.’ In lieu of not knowing, we make it up. We tell ourselves stories,…

[lesbianexorcist]

oh babey this one was made for me

[moronkombat]

Can I req tomas and syzoth (separately) with physical touch hcs, Like they aren’t together yet but like pinning, light touches, and almost-kisses? ty sugarlump😔🤲🏽

Enjoy the angsty pining!

There is a longing for you, there has been for a long while now. Yet Syzoth says nothing about them. The worries he has about ruining the friendship you have far louder than the words of longing

That does not stop him from enjoying your company. Where you are, he often is too. Neither of you mind this

While walking together those green eyes of his cannot help but drift to your hand. His own feels lonely and Syzoth wonders if yours is too

Fingers twitch and for moment they nearly dust against yours, so close to feeling just a bit of your warmth

But he stops himself, an open hand closing into a fist while he sighs to himself and he thinks what if he had taken your hand? Would you pull away? Would you smile?

The risk is simply too great and so he settles standing near to you. At least that way he close to you but the desire to be closer continues to burn

By the water, the two of you sit and his head rests in your lap while your eyes stare at the clouds

Syzoth's gaze finds only you and he drinks in the sight of all your features. Your skin looks so soft. What would it feel like on the tips of his fingers

He wants to know, he needs to know. A hand reaches up, just ghosting past your jaw and you look down to him

Eyes go wide and movements freeze. Thoughts scramble and search. Syzoth's breath hitches before he lies and says there was a leaf in your hair. He had been so close

There are many close encounters like this. Those would be touches, near embraces but it never all there and Syzoth feels so tired of going to bed alone

He can't but wonder then, how it would to hold you in his arms? How warm would you be? Would he be too cold for you? Syzoth doesn't know and he worries he never will

Tomas so desperately wants to know you but it seems you always fade away, spilling right through the space between his fingers

But that not necessarily true, is it? While Tomas does long for you, it is not you that fades. It is him

So consumed with doubts about how he will tarnish the friendship between the two of you if he goes too far

Yet when you had hugged him that one time...when your lips had been but a breath away...he wished he had pushed through the worry

But he had not and now he is scared and exhausted of all these clouds in his head

Still, he cannot keep himself from you. He is too selfish for that. Still, Tomas wants to be near you

On a windy day, the trunks of trees bent and curled. Wild hair rages in the breeze and you had wanted to tie it back. Tomas offered to and you let him

He feels your silk across his palm and there is the scent of something sweet and he almost says it but his words are carried away on the wind

Tomas gets frustrated with himself easily when reflecting on all the chances he didn't take

But what is he supposed to do? If taking that chance meant losing you completely then he must be content with what is happening now

He isn't though. He isn't at all. Grey eyes so desperately gaze at you when you're not looking and the words of confession are there in his chest

They go nowhere, swallowed back down to the pit of his stomach and Tomas feels alone.

[the-fiction-witch]

Sugar Lump

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Doctor Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Sweet AF + Smutty Word Count - 3278

I hurried my way up the stairs of the Port Victory Royal Hospital, when I reached the familiar brown door I adjusted my little Y/E/C dress perfectly picked out to match my eyes, I fixed my hair a little and headed inside the room. Seeing it much like usual filled with his dusty trinkets and books tools and clothes strewn about, Jack lay in his bed still dressed his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. 

So I gave a sweet smile, "Evening," 

"Not in the mood Y/n."

"Oh... why not?"

"I have had a very long day, and night, and... week at this point," He sighed,

"Oh," I sighed, "You poor thing," I sat down on his bed and set my hand on his waistcoat gently massaging his chest as he laid there and slowly a content smile slowly crawled onto his lips, 

"How are you so good at this?"

"At what?"

"Dealing with me honey,"

"Men are simple creatures, rub their bellies, give them treats, scratch behind their ears." I laughed, "you're like a puppy," I teased,

"Careful I might start slobbering all over you?" he raised an eyebrow,

"I'd rather that than you trying to hump my leg, Jack," 

We both laughed for a moment but it settled into the usual tense silence, I wanted to say so much but as usual, I didn't say anything.  But I forced myself to break this silence after what felt like an hour, "So..." I said, "What's troubling you, my little sugar lump?" 

"it's complicated," he sighed sitting up putting his elbows on his knees and picking at his nails which I quickly stopped by taking his hand, 

"You can tell me anything you know that,"

"I know honey," He squeezed my hand back, "... I have a twenty-six-pound debt on my head, and if I don't pay it back by Friday... I get my hand chopped off," 

Silence settled again this time more understandable, I glanced down to his hand in mine and I perished at the thought of such a loss. I tried to break the silence with a joke in the hope to cheer him up,

"Which one?"

"My choice," 

"Well... that's something," I nodded, "Any thoughts on which hand you might choose?"

"Y/n," He pulled his hand away from mine picking his nails again, "I'm a surgeon honey, no matter which hand he takes I'm fucked. I need both my hands."

"I know sugar lump, I know," I cooed resting my head on his shoulder a little, "How much money do you have?"

he chuckled, "Two pounds, eight shillings and fourpence," 

"Ah... well... that's a problem," I sighed, "How long would it take you to earn twenty-six pounds?"

He rubbed his face, "Uhhhh four hundred years," He said, 

"What? But you always have money? I mean... you're never rolling in strawberry baths eating roast duck on truffle salad," I joked, "But you always have some money kicking around?"

"Honey I get paid in buttons and fimbles," He sighed, "I make a... float of money of poker but thats what got me into this mess, everyone knows I've got a debt with Darius so they won't play with me. Besides I'd have to be doing some kinda mad three-card tricks to make twenty-six pounds of the people in this town," 

I sighed, "It'll be okay sugar lump, you'll figure it out. You always do." I encouraged, 

"Thanks, Y/n," He took my hand again, 

"You're welcome Jack," I smiled giving his forehead a small kiss which turned us both a little red,

"Did uhh did you mean do to that?"

"Uhhh no, no I uhh just wanted to cheer you up is all," I shrugged,

"Well, it did work," He nodded, "Why do you call me what anyway?"

"What?"

"Sugarlump?"

"I don't know, you're sweet, sugary sometimes, you feel kinda square to hug,"

"Hey!"

"And you're kinda expensive,"

"Can't really fault your logic,"

"Why do you call me honey?"

"Because your sweet, always around whenever I get the desire to see you, you always seem to stick to me," he chuckled moving his shoulder a little to move my head, "Plus your hair," he smiled running a hand through my Y/H/C hair, 

I blushed and for a moment we met eyes I wanted to lean forward and kiss him as I had wanted to for so long but we broke away both blushing a little more. 

I felt my stomach sink to my feet, and my heart rise to my throat. This was a terrible idea but I was out of ideas, I had been doing everything I could to help Jack find some money, having to go off on wild adventures while he was working trying to earn what little he could in the surgical theatre, but options where low and so where the funds. I held my breath a moment as I stood behind the hung sheets from the laundrette, I watched the target I had picked out. The glimmer of her gold and emerald necklace and bracelet glinted in the Australian sun, ripe for the taking as she walked with her parasol in one hand and her arm with her husband. I let out a breath and began my walk down the street holding the hem of my dress as I did, I counted the seconds and saw them stop at a market stall selling fresh fruits, so I took my chance, I kicked the door off the bottom crate beside the stall across from them, setting loose the six chickens mad from their tiny enclosed crate. They squealed and began to run around the market pecking at anything in their reach, everyone panicked and began to get away from them, I ran across the street and squealed.

"Ahhh!" I screamed faking like I had been pecked, 

"My goodness!" The woman gasped, "Harold darling, help the poor girl," she demanded,

"Come here young lady, you'll be safe," Her husband ushered me up onto a market stalls box with his wife, 

"Thank you, sir," I told him accepting his help, quickly in the panic I snagged her bracelet off her wrist, and into my pocket, the necklace was a little harder given the clasp under her hair but the clasp was cheap recently replaced so I snapped it and stuffed it down my pocket before I could be caught, Once I had them I kicked the box we stood on sending a woman and me tumbling into the dirt, of course, her husband came to help her and in the panic, I scampered away as fast as I could. 

Once I knew I was safe I took a breath, I did feel bad about what I had done the guilt seemed to burn in my pocket but she was a wealthy woman with a businessman husband, he could just buy her more fancy jewellery, she would never miss these. Jack needs the money and his hand more than she needs a necklace. Maybe one day god forbid one of those two needs surgery, they'll be begging Jack to have both his hands then. I made my way through the streets to the Cat and Bagpipes where I saw Rotty at the bar.

"Afternoon," I told her,

"Afternoon?" She raised an eyebrow, "What are you after?"

"I uhh wanted a word," I told her, 

She nodded and brought me back to the rooms where her girls live, the many barmaids and lap warmers she employed, "what is it then? not often we get a girl like you around here,"

"I uhhh... I uhh I need some money," I told her,

She looked me up and down once more, "I can get you work, ready too... pretty thing like you," 

"No, no I uhh..."

"No shame in it girl, you'd be surprised the coins you'd make on a good night with a fresh load of sailors in the bar," 

"No, thank you," I told her, "I have this," I revealed the bracelet, 

"Ohh... I see," she nodded trying to take it but I held it back, "Let me see little girl,"

I begrudgingly handed it over, she looked it over a few times and smiled wickedly, 

"Very beautiful, real stones too... How much where do you want?"

"How much would you give me?"

"...I'd give you a solid seven pounds. Maybe eight."

"What about twenty-six?"

"You must be joking!" She scoffed, 

"What about now?" I asked showing the necklace, 

"Twenty-six will be just fine," she nodded, handing me the bracelet back and heading to fetch the money, "Where did a pretty little thing like you get that then?"

"That's my business,"

"Alright, what do you need the money for?"

"That's my bus-"

"I know, but come on young thing like you coming in here ready to sell off some emeralds for twenty-six quid? something tells me you're not after a new wardrobe?" she laughed, 

"No, I'm not," I answered,

"You know... I heard about a debt of twenty-six pounds floating around town. That doctor's got his hand in for it for betting what he didn't have ... so I heard?" I didn't answer her, "And correct me if I'm wrong... old lady, my eyes are going but... I could say I've seen yourself around the doctor Dawkins more than once?" She smirked at me, 

I gulped, "Well I uhh I umm..."

"That's your business," She smirked, Handing me the money so I could give her the jewellery, "I'd hurry up if I were you, his debts with Darius and he never waits to get his money," 

I nodded and quickly hurried my way back towards the hospital but I heard a familiar voice,

"No! No please!" Jack was yelling out, 

So I turned on my heels and bolted in the direction of the building work on West Street, where I saw Darius, his men, and Jack. 

Darius stood as pompous as usual, his men had Jack pinned to the floor with his hand on a block ready for the chop, 

"For god's sake, Man! I cannot perform surgery without both of my hands!" Jack protested, 

"It's a shame you didn't factor that before you took up cards, Jack," Darius smirked, "You owe me what you owe me, and it's considerable... 

"I give you my word, I will have the funds... soon," Jack reasoned,

"You think I trust you?" He smirked grabbing another taken hand, "I took this hand from another welcher this morning, I have rules see. So do you or do you not have my money, in full?"

"I do not.... but-"

"Take his hand,"

"No!" Jack tried to squirm away as Darius' men readied the cleaver, 

"No! Please!" I bolted over and stood between them, 

"Y/n!" Jack yelped as he saw me, "What are you doing here!"

"Helping," 

"I don't think you are going to be much help here,"

"And you are?!"

"I'm... working on it, honey,"

"Badly." I snapped, "I know you are a stubborn little sugar lump but sometimes you need help," I told him off,

"I don't take pleas, sweetheart, he owes me a good deal. And as sweet as your words maybe they won't repay his debts," Daruis told me,

"I know," I gulped, 

he chuckled, "Come to offer yourself then? I'm sure I could figure out some ways to get Twenty-six pounds out of you," He smirked fixing some of my hair behind my ear, 

"Don't. You. Dare." Jack warned him through gritted teeth, 

"I have come to clear his debts," I nodded,

"Have you now?" Daruis smirked, 

"Y/n... no... you, you can't," Jack pleaded, 

"You hand or her hole," Darius growled, 

"Hand! Hand. Take my hand." Jack answered,

"Jack!" I yelled, 

"I am not letting that happen to you honey," He told me, 

"If you just-" I began, 

"Well then, make your choice... left or right Jack?" Darius smirked, "Personally I'd pick whichever hand you slap her on the ass with," He smirked pinching my bottom and making me squeal, "Or whichever of her tits you prefer," 

"whichever hand I have after this I am going to deck you with the other," Jack told him, 

His men once again went to move the cleaver but I again stopped them,

"No! I can pay his debts," I said, "His debt is twenty-six pounds right?" 

"Well..." Daruis glanced at one of his men,

"Twenty-five pounds nine shillings and six pennies," his man answered,

"So Twenty-six for easy maths," I sighed, "Here," I told him handing him over the money, 

He raised an eyebrow and so did Jack honestly, Daruis counted it all up and seemed disappointed, "Fine, debts paid up. Have a nice day." he smirked taking his men and heading away, 

"There all done-" I smiled helping Jack to his feet but the moment I did he held me tight and kissed my lips with a firey passion, I blushed hard but happily kissed him back with a wide smile, until we pulled away, "did uhh did you mean to do that?" I asked, 

"Yes, yes I did, I very very much did," he said getting teary and kissing all over my face, 

"Jack!" I laughed pushing him back,

"How did you get that much money!?"

"It doesn't matter,"

"It very much does honey,"

"Don't worry your sweet little head about it sugar lump," I smiled cuddling into his chest,"

"You didn't have to... you know, did you?"

"No, I didn't,"

"Good, it would break my heart to think you went through that for me, but what did you do?" He cooed stroking my hair, 

"Borrowed some things,"

"Borrowed?" He raised an eyebrow, "That my kinda borrow, or your kinda borrow?"

"...Yours,"

"My- Ohh... You- stole... for me?"

"Of course I did, I couldn't let you get your hand chopped off,"

"Awww I love you, honey!"

"You- you do?"

"Of course I do, I should have told you years ago," He smiled, "sorry I uh..."

"I love you too,"

"You- you do!"

"of course I do!" I giggled almost crying I was so happy we shared another sweet this time a tears of joy-stained kiss before we pulled back unable to leave each other's arms, 

"I love you so much honey," He rubbed his nose on mine,

"I love you too sugar lump," I cooed,

"Come on, we have a lot of time and kisses to make up for," He cooed as we began our way back to the hospital, 

I woke with a long yawn as the morning light forced me awake but I felt so happy and warm wrapped up in the bed with Jack beside me, his arms around me tightly peppering little kisses against my skin,

I chuckled, "Good morning,"

"Good morning," He muttered between kisses, "Um come here honey," He cooed pulling me into a kiss, I happily kissed him back enjoying the soft gentle laziness of morning kisses, until I noticed his wandering hands one slid under my nightie and grabbed my ass the other down my shoulder and cupped my breast, I pulled away and glared a little at his wondering adventurous hands, 

"Excuse me?" I chuckled,

"What?" He smirked, 

"What are you up to sugar lump," I teased him,

"Enjoying... still having both my hands," He smirked as he squeezed me,

"Jack!" I giggled, "That is not a reason to go fondling!" 

"Humm yes it is," he smirked returning to our kisses, 

But we both stopped short as a loud clattering came from downstairs, 

"Oh shit-" he sighed, jumping out of bed and getting some clothes on, I got my dress on too and ran down with him braiding my hair as I went the hospital was filled with soldiers who were upturning the place.

"What the hell is going on!" Jack complained, 

"Ahh Doctor Dawkins, just the man I was looking for," Captain Gains smirked on approach, 

"Captain, would you like to tell me why you are tearing apart my hospital!" 

"I'd be delighted, Take her!" He ordered,

"What?!" I gulped and two soldiers grabbed me by the arms making me scream, 

"Get off her!" Jack tried to pull me away but they were too strong, "Unhand her immediately!" he demanded, "What is going on!" 

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but your... female companion, is a theif," 

"You have no proof of this! How are you arresting her on this lie!" Jack yelled, "Now let her go now!"

"Oh, we have proof." Captain Gains smirked, as he pulled the necklace and bracelet from his pocket, "This familiar to you Miss?"

"That doesn't prove anything," Jack attempted to defend me,

"We have a trusted source she traded these in for twenty-six pounds cash. for unknown reasons,"

Jack looked at me and we both knew, I didn't answer I knew I didn't have a case, "Doesn't mean she stole them,"

"Mrs Oslington?" Captain Gains called, 

She came down the corridor and we met eyes, the woman I had stolen them from. "That's her. That's the little theif." 

"And as you full well know, thieves in my colony hang." Captain Gains smirked at me, "Take her away,"

"No! No please!" I begged,

"No! Let her go! Let her go! I demand that you release her! you are not taking her!" Jack battled with the men as they forced me out Jack followed behind trying to please them, stop them, anything he could but it was too late "... Y/n!" 

I sat in the small stone cell watching the moon move across my window, soon it would be gone completely, and when the sun rose... I'd go to the gallows. I hadn't stopped crying to think this would be my end, but... I was somewhat happy, I didn't regret what I did. Not for a moment. I'm just happy Jack's okay. and safe. or at least as much as I can make him. I didn't feel like a horrid little theif as they had labelled me. I did what I had to do, and my soul felt clean. 

I heard footsteps so I perked up a little confused how it could be so late, but I saw Jack.

"Hi, Honey,"

"What are you doing here!" I jumped to the bars and we shared a sweet kiss between them,

"I couldn't just leave you," 

"Thats so sweet of you sugar lump, but... you should go the soldiers-"

"We have time.," He said moving to his knees, his hands moving my dress a little "Chloraphom," he shrugged,

"... I don't think we have that much time Jack, I know you're going to miss me sugar lump but I don't think these bars are quite going to make this work,"

"... I adore your enthusiasm Y/n, but not what I'm doing," he chuckled using my dress as a cover as he began picking the lock,

"Ooh..." I nodded, "What are you doing?!"

"Getting you off." He said, "Well out." he corrected, "I can get you off later honey," He winked as he worked, 

"You mean it?"

"Of course, I am not going to let the woman I love rot in a cell for stealing some old cunts necklace just because she was trying to save my hand, Let alone Hang for it." He explained, 

"But what are we going to do they'll just arrest me again!"

"Not likely," He said, "I've packed our things, all of them. There is a ship bound for the Pacific islands on the tide." he explained cracking the lock and opening up the door to my cell where I all but fell into his arms, "You and I are leaving, going where no one knows anything about our past, a whole fresh start, in the sunshine, we can start our hospital, get married, raise little adorable children by the crystal blue water." He explained stroking my hair, "Come with me honey, Please."

I teared up and pulled him into a sweet kiss, "I want nothing more in this world my little sugar lump," I cried,

"I love you, Y/n, so so much,"

"I love you too Jack,"

"Come on, before the guards wake up." He smiled, "We have a whole new life to build," 

I nodded and we linked our hands tightly sneaking our way out of the jail, and out of Port Victory. 

[biggsodorcitystories]

The Seagull's Daughter

I was in a mood to draw Susannah - and try to make it clear how much she looks like Edward - again and share some facts about her. Given that her mother's (Edward's) engine type were commonly known as Seagulls, I drew her eating chips (fries), which are the favourite food of all coastal seagulls. Despite being in the US, Bigg City has a thriving British community and therefore has one or two proper Fish n Chip shops along the port.

Some facts about Susannah Moran:

Full name is Susannah Alice Zoanna Moran - her first and middle given names are in honour of her father's favourite sister, her mother's favourite sister, and her godmother.

Half engine, half tugboat. She is faster than other harbour tugs thanks to her mother's heritage.

Her horn sounds more like a deeper version of Edward's whistle. She's a little self-conscious about it.

Prior to her arrival in Bigg City Port, Susannah lived in Ellesmere Port, and worked in Birkenhead as part of the Cammell Laird fleet where most of her family (and her father previously) worked.

Susannah volunteered to join other members of her fleet in going to Bigg City on behalf of Cammell Laird - the shipbuilders - who were interested in gaining a foothold in the US post-war. She was accompanied by some cousins and some of Zebedee's siblings.

The eldest daughter of Zebedee and Edward, the blue engine, Susannah was conceived as part of her parents' plan to marry. Fortunately, this plan was successful.

Suffered bullying due to being a half-breed, but quickly learned to stand up for herself and takes no nonsense from anyone - including attempts by the coastguard to judge her for being the daughter of a Z-Stack.

Is called Little Susie by her family - except for Zebedee, who calls her Princess, Edward, who calls her Sugarlump, and her siblings, who call her Zannie - but prefers everyone else to call her Sooz.

Speaks fluent Mandarin and Cantonese like her father.

Is the same age as Warrior and Andrew Conroy (Big Mac and Top Hat's youngest son)

Is dedicated to being very impartial when it comes to the rival fleets, despite her father and godmother being Z-Stacks, and makes a serious attempt to get on with all of them.

[asmoreous]

Y'know, Sugarlump

There should be rewards for the progress you've made, each month should end with a noticeable change in your absolutely gorgeous body

Are those thighs getting bigger? Your stomach is definitely hanging more than last time, and it makes my head spin~

So please, take care of yourself, theres no such thing as overdoing it

>///< you’re so right about that. Every month I should be visibly fatter. I want to seriously blimp up this winter, all the holiday cheer has me hungry and lazy, and oh so indulgent. I want to reward my growth with even more snacks to fuel my ever expanding body x3

[greenleads]

i've neglected my own comic. . . imma go work on that for a bit

she's also a poison lady but in the future cause now she's a lil angel babycakes my little honeybun sugarlump -

MY PUMPKINS!!!!!!!!

[springbreezes-and-peonies]

“You sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine Lovebug! It’s exciting to do this—go off somewhere new, meet all these interesting people!”

“You packed your tea? I know how you can get headaches when you get overwhelmed…”

“I did Dumpling.”

“And snacks? And water?”

“Yes, and yes.”

“…The little stuffed Como I gave you when you first moved to the kingdom?”

“Of course! Jeri goes everywhere with me!”

“Well…You better take my scarf too…”

“Lovebug…”

“And if…if you get scared or nervous or anything like that, you know you can come home. No one will think less of you.”

“I know Sugarlump…I know…

“And don’t feel bad if you don’t make it far or win! That doesn’t matter! You’ll always be incredible, nothing can dim that!”

“I know…”

“But you know…I think you’ll do great. I mean—who wouldn’t look at you and just…adore you? You’re so wonderful and so kind…my darling pink one…”

“Thank you Lovebug…I better go. Wish me luck?”

“Oh Sweetpea, of course!”

[southfarthing]

the only biographical information I want to know about tolkien is that he stole a bus and used to throw sugarlumps in people's hats with the love of his life - he was a little weirdo I need know no more

🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

[mistcursed]

Q:𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? A: 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆.

Your longing is like a ghost, a haunting presence that follows you wherever you go. It is a feeling that slips in and out of your mind, a reminder of what you have lost, what you will never have. Don’t you wish to feel their touch again? It’s too late, so let me guide you. You can resist, it’s expected. The passion of your heart is like a wound that never heals, a scar that won't fade. Not even you can stop it.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: @shadedbeats , thanks sugarlump ! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @goldenfists , @skydarkin , @dnangelic , @elicertis @tealsteel , @seekslight. & whomever else wants to participate.

[buildingnothingoutofsomething]

my sugarlump pregnant

[hairtusk]

who wants to come over and gently feed me ibuprofen like you would feed sugarlumps to a nervous horse