#we love thrifting

[ur-mentallyill-wench]

Found all the Scott Pilgrim books at a thrift store for 25 dollars (4.50$ per book) and I’m so happy I finally got them

[nipuni]

This week's photos 😊📸

[three-realms-archive]

Ante Up

Content Warnings: A little suggestive towards the end, mostly flirtatious.

The casino lights shine as bright as the newly-acquired gold rings on Mammon’s fingers: won in his latest game of poker. The losing ghost, instead of feeling down, snorts out a hearty chuckle when he drags himself out of the room. After all…

“… You’re playing a game with the Avatar of Greed.” You say smoothly, your lips curling into a venomous smile fitting of your bright-red lipstick. A warning of the taste of poison to come, as the next challenger sits across from the two of you, averting their eyes from yours in respect. “I’d advise against betting anything you aren’t prepared to lose.”

“They know, they know, ” Mammon grins. He uses one hand to give his remaining cards from last game to the dealer; his eyes never leaving yours as he runs the other up and down your side. You giggle, shifting in the seat your shared with him. He savours the feel of the golden sequins adorning your golden outfit as you press against him and reach up to run your fingers adoringly along his jawline. When he chuckles, you feel the rumble of his voice against your fingertips and it sends excitingly-dangerous shivers down your spine. “Everyone here knows me, treasure.” Mammon boasts, with an assured smirk.

His smirk widens when you pout.

“Mmm... ‘everyone'?”

You lean up, until your lips hover just above the corner of his mouth. You feel his breath ghost over your lips; goosebumps etch into your skin where his fingers fidget to hold you closer. And yet - despite the thick, honey-sweet tension - you can’t help tease when you hear Mammon’s breath hitch. “But I want you all to myself, babe. You… and me. "

The tip of your noses brush against each other.

"Alone.”

… His lips move. Just a bit.

You pull back with a devilish smile, purring as you look at him through fluttering eyelashes. Your nails lightly drag down from his jaw to his neck, tracing along his collarbone as your voice lowers to a whisper.

“You know how… greedy I can be.”

Mammon struggles to hide a small whine in his throat, his grip on your waist now vice-like. Needy, wanting, and greedy. Somewhere in his haze of thoughts, is a cloud of brilliant, shining love when he hears you wear the greed others hate with pride. His greed.

“Oi, you. Ante the hell up.” He whips his head back to his opponent. You see his golden pact mark shimmering in his eyes, dangerous. “I’ll be winning this one quick. I’ve got somewhere to be with my treasure.”

(let me know how this attempt at romantic tension was, i'm always looking to improve! tho, i always love writing anything where mc takes control. i also like writing cool mammon.)

[fictionadventurer]

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[puppybong]

they call me the fucking thrift master

[egonkula]

i only open tumblr to post gay fan art and giggle and kick my feet at monas blog

[lamentablesbian]

my girlfriend made me the most beautiful cake i’ve ever seen in my life and it was delicious too, feeling so so so so loved on my birthday and wishing everyone a happy new year!

[pespillo]

everyone loves my Sinister Amulet

[autumnhobbit]

out of curiosity

[thriftstoreangels]

[gas-station-scout]

His sopping wet aura is incredibly endearing to me

[sysig]

Always Webkinzing (Patreon)

[mosquitinho]

me posing last night with our beautiful newborn daughter (the leather purse.....)

[inniave]

how are y'all affording film

[cowboycannibalism]

saw this jacket at work and spun around thinking I need to find someone who knows what Hannibal is because this has such an Abigail Hobbs vibe

( it consequently also has @horrorlesbians vibes)

[bumblingbabooshka]

[TUVOKTOBER: Day 18] Tuvok's Quarters

Inside you there are two wolves.