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the-goddess-of-mischief-writing · 7 months

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Ghost liking you in special jewellery

so fucking nsfw

pairing: l.t. Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader (cod mw)

tags/tw: afab!reader, dirty talk, butt-plugs, smut, not really explicit but still kinda public teasing

a/n: uhm, somehow I just started imagining Ghost absolutely adoring his partner wearing those jewelled but plugs just because it makes you look oh so cute🫣

Simon 'Ghost' Riley MASTERLIST

nsfw

-like, it was never a secret you love when Ghost gropes your ass, big strong hands massaging the flesh, neither that he loved grabbing at any part of your body, especially your ass

-it's just nice when he does, making you feel desired as he physically can't keep his hands off of you for long, and he just likes it because it makes him feel grounded and he likes seeing how amazingly reactive you're to his touch

-then you both find out you don’t mind Ghost teasing that puckered hole of your ass

-it happened after that one time when he accidentally let his thumb slip over your back entrance as he intended to push your lower back down during doggy, hand gliding from gripping the flesh of your rear and up over the curve of it and then just .... yeah

-you were caught off-guard, moaned in surprised pleasure at the fleeting touch

-of course, Ghost noticed it hadn't been an entirely uncomfortable sound you'd released, and delicately repeated the teasing and light movement, only to spur the same sound again

-the pillow talk following that session had you incredibly more flustered than normally as he asked about it

-although you managed to talk about the newly discovered thing, neither of you really desired to go the full way, Ghost large enough he never skipped foreplay and needed to prep you before each time you had sex despite it being months into your relationship

-STIL, it turned out that you did like the exhilarating feeling of Ghost teasing you like that

-somewhere down the road, you scrolled on some sex website, wanting to buy some condoms and lube and just happen to get stuck on a pretty beginner's butt plug with a glimmering jewel

-without much thought, you added it to the cart

-imagine Ghost’s shock when he’s the one picking up the package and opens it, only to find the bejewelled plug, even more, so the first time he works it into you and fucks you as he stares at it and he feels something hot course through it

-he would go fucking feral, you were usually so pretty in jewellery but somehow you were even prettier now with the moans spilling from your lips as he teasingly pushed against the jewel to feel it nudge through the thin walls to where his cock pushed into your absolutely sopping hole

-FUCKING IMAGINE THIS MAN WANTING YOU TO WEAR IT WHILE YOU GO OVER TO YOUR FAMILY FOR A DINNER

-the whole getting ready together needed to be done twice as he leaves your hair dishevelled and his shirt wet around the wrist after fingering you for being so good to him as he slips the plug inside you

-he would be so smug the whole evening, noticing how you shift, favouring to lean more on one side than the other, legs crossed, all to keep some of your weight of what’s hidden beneath the innocent-looking dress

-he would definitely join you in the kitchen once you finish helping your mother dish off the table, offering that he could take over her role and let her rest sweet talker Riley initiated, receiving endless indirect praise from your mother as she gushes what a man you've found to you as she wanders into the living room where you dad is

Though smiling at her until she disappears, you were suspicious of Ghost's intentions, only to be proven right when rather than fetching the desserts from the fridge, he circles his arm around your waist. 'Does your daddy know his little princess likes jewels up her arse when she gets fucked? ’ As the whispered words curl over your ear, his hand slide down the curve of your ass, making you straighten. The once cold but now body-temperature metal inside you was all the more noticeable even if Ghost didn’t toy with it like he loved to do while having you bent over in front of him. ’Simon, behave’, you scolded him in a hushed voice, starting to regret that you let him convince you to do this. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he chuckled. ’Don’t play shy now, lovie, you didn’t seem to mind one bit when I worked it into you earlier' . Your hand shot to his thigh, nails digging into the meaty muscle as Ghost cheekily slipped his hand to brush beneath your rear, fingers spreading wide as he pushed his palm up, jostling the plug nestle inside you. Your head snaps to the side to look over your shoulder, all of a sudden worried either of your parents had entered the kitchen again without you noticing. 'You said you wouldn’t tease', the sentence was whiny, rushed, as you looked at him now, a slight scowl on your features despite neither your mother nor father standing stunned in the doorway. ’Impossible to when knowing what a pretty sight will greet me when we get home'. Ghost wasn't sorry at all, only a devilish smirk meeting you as he spoke in a husky voice. 'I can very well leave you high and dry once we get home'. 'Getting feisty? Hm?' There’s a dark glint in his eyes as he leans down to your ear after licking his lips. 'We both know you’ll be dripping once we get back, dirty fucking girl getting off on having matching jewellery around her neck and inside her that no one but I know ’bout”. He presses a kiss to your bare shoulder a your mouth falls open, as if the gentlemanly action would soothe the burning desire he ignited in you and leaves you with as he pulls away, retrieving the dessert your mother raked earlier during the day.

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palimpsessed · 10 months

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It’s no longer Wednesday, but I didn’t feel like posting then. I have less than a week left for my COBB fic and I am growing slightly concerned as the fic also grows. (Why do I always do this to myself?) On a better note, I did finish my COBB art! Take a look if you haven’t seen it and be sure to check out the very cool fic it’s for: Signs of the Past.

Here’s a snippet from my own COBB fic. The working title was Fit for a King, but I’ve actually decided to call it Strictly Professional.

(Spice under the cut.)

Simon POV:

"This good?" I ask.

He's nodding his head and thrusting into my hand.

"Very good."

To back up his answer, he moves one hand down to cup my arse, tugging my hips forward in time with his next thrust. The hand on the back of my neck reaches up to take hold of my hair and pull.

"Yeah," I say. It comes out sounding more like a growl than an actual word. "Very, very good."

So good, I know this is all going to be over for me a lot quicker than I wanted.

I can't remember the last time I felt this wild for someone. Wanted so badly.

Every touch is a spark, every kiss, an electric current.

I'm a bloody fire hazard in his arms.

Thanks to everyone who has been tagging me while I’ve been limiting tumblr time so that I write instead. I always appreciate your tags and getting to see your progress. Consider this your tag back: @aristocratic-otter @alexalexinii @confused-bi-queer @artsyunderstudy @thewholelemon @nightimedreamersworld @hushed-chorus @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @shrekgogurt @moodandmist @larkral @j-nipper-95 @ileadacharmedlife @shemakesmeforget @whogaveyoupermission @blackberrysummerblog @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ionlydrinkhotwater

Adding on some tags for next time @captain-aralias @cutestkilla @foolofabookwyrm-activated @frjsti @ic3-que3n @ivelovedhimthroughworse @jbrrring @johnwgrey @letraspal @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @otherpeoplesheartachept-2 @onepintobean @prettylightsbigcity @raenestee @stillmadaboutpetra @seafoampuddings @stardustasincocaine @sillyunicorn @thehoneyedhufflepuff @theearlgreymage @takitalks @urban-sith @wetheformidables @yellobb @yeonjunenby

#wip wednesday #strictly professional #formerly known as #fit for a king

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 8

[day 7] [day 9]

prompts: grass | sunrise | fashion by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

[source for the picture]

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John was huddled beside Sherlock in the grass, which was damp from the morning dew.

"This wasn't in the flat mate bidding, you know.", he said with a yawn.

"There never was a flat mate bidding?", Sherlock replied and John had to grin because he could see Sherlock's confused facial expression without actually facing him.

"Well, no. But I doubt it would have said. 'I will also wake you at four A.M., so we can stake out the stalker of a famous fashion designer in Clampham Common."

Sherlock gave him a side glance, but didn't say anything.

"In the winter.", John continued.

Sherlock didn't respond.

"In what feels like 15 degrees below zero."

Still Sherlock kept his mouth shut. But John was freezing, bored and starting to get moody. He was talking to keep the boredom, cold and bad mood away.

"Why did you take that case anyways? Can't be more than a- what? Two?", John blew into his hands and rubbed them. The gloves did next to nothing.

"A bit more respect, please, John. This is Vivienne Westwood you are talking about."

John scoffed.

"Are you laughing at Vivi-"

"I am laughing at you, fancy pants."

"Oh. So now you are complaining about my trousers as we-"

"Not complaining at all, your arse looks delightful in all your trousers and you know that."

Sherlock smirked. He looked up. "Look.", he said, his voice suddenly sounding incredibly soft. "The sunrise."

John shifted his weight, little impressed by the pale-yellow sun, peeking through the fog. "Oh, how romantic.", he said sarcastically.

"Consider this your date of the month.", Sherlock countered cheekily.

John shook his head incredulously, "This is your idea of the date of the month?! You'll need to at least kiss me to count this ridiculously cold stakeout a fu-"

John's words where cut off by cold lips pressing against his. Immediately John pulled his boyfriend closer by his lapels. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss when Sherlock pulled away. John just dragged him back.

"John-"

"Shut up, and keep kissing me. It was finally getting interesting."

"But the stalker! She just-"

"I said-", John grumbled while pressing his lips to Sherlock's. "Shut. Up."

John had apparently pushed too hard into Sherlock, who had been in the process of getting up, because the great detective fell in the damp grass and John crawled over him. "It's just getting interesting.", John smirked down at him.

Sherlock's gaze darkened. "Make it interesting then."

They did. Good thing the park wasn't busy at sunrise...

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A/N: naughty bois 😏 this must have legitimately happened because i swear i didn't plan to write that...

and not to forget: Rest In Peace Vivienne Westwood. she used to live in London Clampham, which is why the two of them are in Clampham Common btw :)

tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed💚) @justanobsessedpan @helloliriels @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @7arantellgrrl @ssmeowl123 @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @pansherlock @the-smol-bean-libby-blog @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @almosttinycowboy @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog @psychosociogentleman @quickslvxr @macgyvershe @myladylyssa @johnlock2708 @battledress @a-victorian-girl

#turtely writes #fluffbruary 2023 #fluffbruary #day 8 #johnlock #rip vivienne westwood #happy about reblogs 🥰#bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #john x sherlock

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meltingpenguins · 1 year

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Know what? Here's some more lowlights from Choice Of Games' shortcomings, aside from the obvious big ones (banning people from the forum for stuff said on other platforms, pretending important warnings have never been uttered right after deleting said messages etc), because we are in a mood for spilling tea: ☕

There's a game (the North by northwest meets Oz one) with a size of over 90MB due to the chapter graphics never being scaled down to a reasonable size. CoG has been told this several times. And has done nothing.

'A Kiss From Death' still has a G rating on some storefronts (It's definitely not a G rated game). CoG has been told this several times. And has done nothing.

Sergi's 'Open Season' game had a coding error carrying over from testing for the longest time that reset whether or not you had the 'Warning System' if you got it in the game before. Despite being told right of the bat, it took CoG about half a year to fix the coding error (that was on their end, as they are the ones adding in purchase code)

Talking about Sergi and 'Open Season': During the games' beta several (!) beta testers have been hit by panic and anxiety attacks due to how ignorant, belittling and ill-informed bit of the story that try to talk about mental illness, disability etc are, and have asked for these passages (which btw have no impact on the plot or character development) to be removed/rewritten. CoG has done nothing.

Jason forwarded private email addresses of betatesters to authors if he couldn't be arsed to forward feedback. He also censors feedback.

The insistence that a build in saves (be it like the plugin on dashing, or a *checkpoint function that would do the same as the save function seen in e.g. Tin Star or Fallen Hero 2) would be 'against how the games are supposed to be played' and a complete radiosilence when asks 'how' they are supposed to be played then, when people want that function to ward off frustration first and foremost.

The vitriol towards people that would ask to have the actual average wordcount per playthrough in the game's description. According to CoG having the wordcount with code AND the average per playthrough would be 'too confusing' for readers.

Similar vitriol/ignorance towards people asking to have a bit more in terms of descriptions on the release schedule than an elevator pitch.

Likewise having descriptions that are actually accurate to the game. Because so many games promise a story and features that are... just not there.

The inability to use tagging systems correctly. Oh, you WILL get a warning/first strike on the forum if you post 'wrong', but CoG can't be arsed to tag their dev/publisher correctly on steam, or use the tagging system here on tumblr correctly. They have been told several times now.

Do we have to mention the forum itself? The software they are using is very well capable of smooth, easy to navigate categories. And they've been told this...

The sheer ignorance towards some gems they have in their library. Meanwhile generally panned games seem to get all their love.

This just from the top of my head... Like good golly.

#choice of games #hosted games #interactive fiction #heart's choice #I'm almost inclined to keep an eye on my ban duration on the forum. Just to see if Jason or Mary increases it out of an tickled ego.

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theliterarywolf · 2 years

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Another thing to dislike about Booktok. You mentioned how shit they are at actually describing what's inside with the steaminess. They also suck ass at warning you about content. It's like they want to warn you, but are too uncomfortable to mention what the triggers, squicks, or just unpleasant parts of the story might contain. Not everyone, but I've noticed a few do this, which is obnoxious. Booktok also feels like it has little in terms of diversity. Not in terms of like #Diversity, but as in book diversity, it feels like hundreds of people recommend the exact same books, and have the exact same talking points just a bit reworded. And still pretend like it was a "rare find" or some unknown book. Another issue is that they literally go seemingly only by diversity, without actually mentioning if the book is well written. It's as if adding in a bunch of different groups offsets any poor writing. "This story has LGBT themes, black, Latino, Asian characters... the writing is kindergarten level, and the author can't write any word above 5 letters correctly, their prose is all over the place, they randomly switch between past and present tense, and they constantly forget their own characters names... anyway, 8.5/10, a masterpiece." They conflate liking a book, with the book being a literary masterpiece. Their entire reasoning is also just "I like this, so it's a masterpiece." but can't even back it with anything but that "I like it" argument. They explain things as if they were a fanfic, instead of an Original work. You know the difference I assume: Fanfic you basically go into the tags as plot points, because people should already know the original stories base. Meanwhile with Original works you also need to lay the foundation for the story, to understand the themes, you can't just throw random fanfic lingo and leave it at that. They often sound like people who don't like to read, trying to tell you what to read. I don't even doubt many have read what they've talked about, but they literally sound like they don't actually read for the enjoyment of it, more like it's a chore for class. Especially when they can't even remember the main plot of the story they're trying to recommend. Criticism. They seem to have no idea how to actually critique a story. Even though that is probably one of the most basic skills you learn in schools, while doing text-analysis. It also feels like some of them are too afraid to do criticism, and instead just praise everything out of their arse. The already mentioned: They have no idea how to do summaries of the plot of the story. Like other anon mentioned: "You think it'll be a romcom, but ends up being a psychological thriller stalker." Although I don't think Booktok would ever be able to do it that way round, it's more like they'd try to claim/making it sound like the Psychological-thriller-stalker is actually a romcom stalker, because they hyper focus on certain tropes. Obviously the steaminess levels you mentioned. SpicyBookTok makes it sound like like the book is nothing but smut start to end, but then there's maybe one vanilla sex scene, and some graphic hand-holding. There's more, but this is my first load of issues.

BookTok: Wants to be a space of promoting books outside of the conventional publishing space that focus on diverse topics and backgrounds.

Also BookTok: Exists on a platform were people have to censor every other word like they're in a hellish combination of Homestuck Act 3 and that one Orbit gum commercial

I'd also like to bring attention to the 'They conflate liking a book, with the book being a literary masterpiece' point you made. It reminds me of how a lot of people, particularly young people, treat liking things as a core element of their personality and, therefore, think that they have to defend and praise that thing to a cultish degree otherwise they feel like they aren't 'respecting' the thing enough.

And when I say 'defend' I'm not talking about 'oh, someone is misrepresenting the thing to try and tear it and its fans down; let me step in'. I'm talking about those people who treat the thing like the second coming of Christ and start trying to badger everyone into engaging with it, belittling those who aren't, and harassing those who do end up engaging but end up having some viable criticisms.

Again, I bring up Swell Entertainment's The Cult of BookTok video and how she brings up that while individuals like that Chad guy who brought it upon himself to start belittling and badmouthing grown women for reading smut brought his dogpiling on himself, the cases where a guy will simply make a joke about a popular book and end up with a bunch of people harassing them? Yeah, that's a bit off.

#submission

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pookiecowpoke · 1 year

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Sean/Arthur as a rarepair. I have never seen it and I can't help imagining the possibilities! When Sean was with the bounty hunters?? The Pouring Forth Oil mission?? THAT scene in Rhodes 😭

Late Night Swim

Pairing: Arthur Morgan/Sean MacGuire

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Tags: Teasing, Skinny-Dipping, No-Smut, (god I suck at tags I’m sorry)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1600

Comments: So I chose to write about “The Fine Joys of Tobacco” becauseee I love the chaos and fire and of course Sean would be a maniac while Arthur is in full protect mode. But on Ao3 I’ve seen a few Arthur’Sean fics if you wanna go check them out, they are pretty good!

This is a bit shorter, and I could have added smut, but I’m kind of in the student stress of finals, so if you anon want smut, just send in an ask for a part 2! Or if you want more fluff that’s all good too uwu. I’m here to serve.

“Well, dat certainly went well, whatchu say Arthur!” Sean whooped from his perch on one of the large Shires they had stolen.

Arthur gave Sean a flat look, they both were covered in soot and smelled like burnt tobacco. He was tired and wanted to lay down, but there were more pressing matters of getting the stench off of himself and his clothing. Though he did have to admit the smudge on Sean’s pale, freckled face was kind of cute.

“I think it coulda gone better… but it don’t matter. Let’s just go find a place to get washed up, ya hooligan.” Arthur squeezed his knees and the monster Shire started forward.

“Hooligan? Arthurrrr, come now, I’m an Irish genius!” Sean pulled up beside Arthur, following close as they loped over the rolling hills in the moonlight.

A laugh burst out of Arthur’s mouth and he tilted his head at Sean. “S’that what they call idiots now?”

“Yer a real fockin’ funny shite, Arthur Morgan! Now, this washing up, do I get ta join ye?” Sean wriggled a red eyebrow at him and grinned, his missing tooth more apparent in the darkness.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know yet. I just might as well drown ya then help clean ya.” Arthur picked up the pace, his Shire snorting and huffing as his thundering hooves tore into the soft red earth.

“Nawww, Arthur ya love me! I know ya do!” Sean hollered after Arthur as they both made their way to the ‘not Gator infested’ waters of the Flat Iron Lake.

The moonlight reflected off the rippling surface, and the water was bathwater warm as Arthur wiggled his toes in the sand. He had stipped down to just his union suit and stood on the shores of the lake, watching a small boat pass by. They had found a fairly secluded cove, but Arthur still wasn’t keen on just anyone able to catch him at his most vulnerable. Sean didn’t have any qualms though.

He struggled to pull his boot off, before rushing past Arthur, naked as the day he was born the moon shining off his pale arse. Arthur held up a hand to shield his face as water sprayed up around Sean’s legs.

“Better be careful, Sean, I saw a real big Bluegill might think that ‘wee pecker’ of yers looks scrumptious,” Arthur teased before unbuttoning his union suit and shrugging it off his shoulders.

“Ah haha, I’d rather have someting else sucking on me pecker.” He winked over his shoulder and sunk down into the water, only his mop of red hair visible.

Snorting a laugh, Arthur let his union suit drop and kicked it off into the grass before sauntering into the water. Sean bit his lip, his eyes not focused on Arthur’s face anymore. Arthur walked until the water reached over his belly button, then sunk down to his chin. Sean swam over to Arthur and pressed his lithe body close to his, nuzzling his face under Arthur’s chin.

“Ugh, ya stink Sean. Ya ever heard of bathing ‘fore ya absolute need one?” Arthur pushed him away before dunking him under the water.

Sean grabbed Arthur’s neck and dragged him down with him. They both broke the surface of the water, gasping and spitting water with hair plastered to their foreheads. Sean snickered and wrapped his arms and legs around Arthur, clinging to his solid frame.

Arthur tried to pry Sean off him, before sighing in resignation and letting himself half-float while holding Sean up above the water. “Yer worse than some of the working ladies, Sean. Ya know that?”

“Perhaps. Listen, Arthur I went days alone with Skelding’s boys. I need attention!” Sean kissed up Arthur’s cheek and pressed his cold nose into his scalp.

“That was weeks ago, ya greedy attention whore! I heard ya with Karen that night, and I feel pity fer that poor girl. Lastin’ only a few sec-”

Sean slapped a hand over Arthur’s mouth and gave him an offended glare. “I was pent up with energy, okay!? I was fit to burst even before ya came ta my rescue.”

Smirking behind Sean’s hand, Arthur grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm away. “I’ll add those poor bounty hunters to the list of unfortunate souls to witness Sean MacGuire horny.”

Sean splashed Arthur with his free hand before untangling himself from Arthur and floating away on his back, his groin peeking out of the water. “Ye talk big, Arthur, but I know ya like me!”

Arthur snorted and began to scrub his hair and face of any soot. “Who said I weren’t on said list?”

“I know ye don’t mean that. Big tough Arthur Morgan just can’t admit he likes li’l ol’ me.”

Rolling his eyes, Arthur slipped under the surface and swam over to where Sean was lounging in the water. He grabbed Sean around the waist and hauled him up as he broke through the water. Shouting in surprise, Sean clawed at Arthur’s shoulders and back before calming and giving Arthur an amused look.

“See, ye like me.”

“Awful presumptuous of ya, but, yeah, I suppose I don’t hate ya. Now, am I gonna have to clean ya myself or can I trust ya to scrub that soot off yerself?” Arthur sat Sean back into the water, sliding his hands over Sean’s neck to wipe at a spot of ash.

Nose wrinkling, Sean batted at his hand. “Hmm, I dunno, I tink yer gonna have ta help me.” Sean grinned up and held his arms out away from his body. “Git ta scrubbing, Arthur.” Arthur shook his head before cupping Sean’s face and wiping away the cute smudge over his cheeks and nose. Swiping the hair out of his face, Arthur continued down his body, using water and his thumb pads to get rid of most of the ash. It wasn’t a great job like soap and a cloth could do, but it was better than nothing. It would save from Mrs. Grimshaw chewing both of their asses for stinking up the camp. When Arthur reached the dips of Sean’s hips he canted forward in a teasing manner, but Arthur huffed and motioned for him to turn around.

Sean did so grudgingly to allow Arthur to clean his back and arms. Arthur finished with a tweak to one of Sean's asscheeks that made him yelp and jerk forward. “Yer done, now can ya get my back?” Arthur presented his back to Sean not actually expecting Sean to wash his back.

A gasp escaped his throat when Sean’s slender fingers began to rub over his shoulders and down his taut back. Arthur rarely got back rubs, but it was one of the things he intimately enjoyed. Fingers working out knots in his muscles, and alleviating the tension in his joints. Slumping slightly, Arthur closed his eyes, the gentle waves lapping at his stomach. He was lulled into a peaceful calm, shivering when Sean’s fingertips grazed over the maze of scarring on his tanned skin.

A groan rumbled from his throat when Sean slipped his arms around his waist, pressing flush to his backside. That stupid missing tooth made the kisses Sean pressed to this shoulder blade end in a slight scratch. Arthur sighed and cupped Sean’s wrists as his hands started to trail down his stomach.

“Way to ruin the mood, MacGuire.” Arthur chuffed and ran his calloused palms up Sean’s forearms.

Yelping when Sean bit down on his shoulder, Arthur dragged Sean around by a rough grasp on his arm. “So ye admit there was a mood?” Sean’s shit-eating grin tugged at Arthur’s want to shove him under the water, but instead he slapped the water creating a wave that drenched Sean.

“I ain’t admittin’ shit.” Arthur smirked and placed his hands on his hips, watching Sean wipe his long strands of hair out of his face.

“Very fockin’ funny.” Sean’s shoulders sagged and he tipped his head back to stare up at the starry sky. “I bet next yer gonna say we should head back to camp?”

“Oh, how intelligent of ya, Sean. Too bad I don’t got any dog treats on me.” Arthur guffawed before gesturing for Sean to follow him as he waded through the water. “Now, come on. ‘Sea and Dutch’ll wanna know how things went.”

Sean trudged through the water behind him. “I can tink of somethin’ else ya can reward me with!”

“Hmm, maybe if yer good…” Arthur shook the water out of his hair and used his abandoned union suit to dry off. Grumbling while brushing the sand off his feet, he was greeted with Sean’s pale body inches from his own.

“Come on, English, just a quickie.” Sean stuck his lower lip out and tilted his head, not unlike Cain did when he was begging for food.

“No.” The frown that marred Sean’s face made Arthur sigh and cup his jaw. “Later tonight we can go sneak off to that abandoned shed we robbed the other day. Hmm? Does that appease ya?”

Sean lit up with a devious smirk. “It sure does, King Arthur. What’s takin’ ye so long ta get dressed, Jesus. Ye need help with that too?” Sean broke from Arthur’s hold and began to collect his clothing that was scattered along the beach.

Rolling his eyes, Arthur rolled up his union suit and began to get dressed in the clothes he had the decency to fold. Sean was going to be insufferable for the next few hours, but Arthur couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #rarepair asks #rarepair #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #sean macguire #my writing

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

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Soap Baby

I mean Mizutsune!

Its just so cute, even though it kicked my arse back to Uranus in the demo. I'm terrible ok 😅

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Struggling to make this look like a Beatrix Potter illustration. I can't get it to look light and dreamy like the style I'm going for.

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SUMO DOWA!!

Have a giant sumo wrestling Kappa! Tetranadon!

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Tobi Kadachi! I'm glad this squirrel snekk is in MHR! With new moves too, it shoots scales like the Viper subspecies, albeit more accurately!

My imitation Ukiyo-e style has gotten ennghhh..... should I keep this up or stick to my usual?

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Zuh Wurd🌏

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Shout out to whoever invented chopsticks. Like our only option was to scoopy scoop runny food or stabby stab meaty food and then this one guy/gal goes 'what if we make sticks that grabby food?' and invented chopsticks. An abolute legend and I love them if the people of tumblr know their name pliz share

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Oh god the deity post has become popular again I am being punished for my hubris and will have to beg her forgiveness once more

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I have found purgatory

And it looks like a closing 1-euro store with ridiculous discounts

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I would pay fucking gold to see the conversation that happened when Diana convinced St. Peter to let her go down to hell for five minutes just so she could shove a cricket bat up Philip's arse.

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When does your pet fully trust you?

A stray thought that occured to me today, about pets and trust.

After over 20 years of having pets of all kinds, that came to our house in various stages of trauma and varying levels of experience with humans, there is way always one foolproof way to tell if an animal actually trusts you.

Removing eye crusts.

(I've only had mammals, so I can't speak for birds, repriles and other various and sundry animals, but this rule has held true for numerous cats, dogs, rats, hamsters, two rabbits and a cow.)

Just imagine it. You are likely tiny. Maybe you are big, but most likely small. Maybe you hunt, or maybe you run. Maybe you have paws with claws, or legs with hooves, or almost hands. And you get eye crusts.

Because eye crusts are inevitable when you have eyeballs that need to stay moist and lubricated. And while it's not usually painful or debilitating, it is uncomfortable, and you may not be able to get rid of it yourself.

Enter giant hairless apes with opposable thumbs.

But these apes could be dangerous. Eyes are extremely important but very sensitive, easily vulnerable. Mere carelessness is enough to lose one. Eye crusts are a bother, but removing them isn't worth risking losing such an important organ. If they go near your eyeball with their fingers, they will lose them swiftly, or at least learn better than to try again!

But when that hairless ape, far too big or barely bigger than you, has proven themself worthy of your trust... Then the risk seems acceptable.

So you have a crusty eye. Your paw isn't enough to get it out. It's a bother, but you manage.

Enter a giant hairless ape with opposable thumbs.

This giant hairless ape has been good to you, has provided you food, shelter, warmth and companionship. They have seen and touched your belly, your neck, your ears, and even your young. Not once have you come to harm. They see your eye is bothering you, so they lick one of their strange fingers and bring it to your eye.

You do not stop them, even though you could. The pad of their thumb is soft, but tipped with a claw. But they are careful, and the thin claw maybe skims your brow, but it does not harm your eye. Maybe you squirm, because it's not exactly comfortable, but you do not struggle or stop them, you do not run away.

Because you trust them. Trust that they will not hurt, only help. That they will be careful with you.

You blink, and your eye is clear. The crust is gone, and that strange hand with the opposable thumb is petting your head, your ears, your back.

Good human.

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Left my Heart in the Past

James Potter x Reader

Part 10:

You lie awake in bed, the silence of your room was enabling you to overthink. Flashes of what happend earlier was showing in your mind, the way James looked at you like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, and you his prey..

You know how uncomfortable you are with the way he stared at you but somehow you longed and yearned for it.. You glance at your watch and saw that it was 11pm but you still can't fall asleep.. You sit up on your bed, looking around to do something.. You saw your trunk, and lying there was the clothes you were wearing the night you time travelled..

You stand up, reaching the plain gray pajamas.. You pick it up when something fall from its pocket..

A small box with a ribbon on top, your forehead creased in confusion.. You have never seen this thing before, you picked it up and examined it.. But nothing was out of the normal, you gave in and opened it..

There was a locket and a note inside it, who gave this to you? You softly pick the locket up, it look so beautiful.. You opened it and there it was..

A picture of you, Hermione, Ron and Harry.. This was the Yule Ball, you guys cleaned up nice, while they went with their dates, you came alone.. But Draco did offer you to dance, that was uncalled for but you accept.. You ended up stepping at his foot which caused the two of you to bicker and it leads to a fight..

A smile formed in your face, but a heavy sigh escaped your lips, letting your head drop.. Tears welled up in your eyes, throat closing up as you breath shakily.. You picked up the note that was inside the box, a tear escaped your eyes as you shakily opens the note..

Dear Y/n,

You entered into my life when I didn't expect it at all, I guess i should thank the troll who have gotten inside the girl's lavatory because i never would have met you..I suppose all thing's have silver linings even the one that almost killed us..

A laugh erupted from your lips but there were still tears strolling down your cheeks.. You remembered the way Ron took down the troll and how you and Hermione were hiding.. The troll accidentally got in when someone accidentally let in, Hermione took the fall and that's how you met Hermione Granger..

—I also remember how we got stuck inside a room with a three-headed dog, i recall how you wanted to pet it.. That was pretty stupid of you, but the way you kick Draco's arse at Quidditch is one of the smartest thing you have ever done! Im just joking, the two of us are the only smart people in our house..

You were laughing but tears were streaming down your cheeks, the way Rom screamed at the three-headed dog and how they looked at you like you were crazy when you said you wanted to pet it..

—So i give you this locket as a token of our friendship..Why a locket? Because i remember when we went to Hogsmeade you said something about wanting to have a locket but you didn't find any. I saw how disappointed you are, so i owl my Mother and asked her to buy me a locket so i can give it to you..

This made you miss them more, you wanted to run in their arms and say 'i love you'.. You weren't the 'i love you' person, you barely even said those three words..

—I wanted to give this to you in person but you barely have time to talk, you don't even eat dinner anymore and when i get to our room your drop dead in bed.. So here is this locket with the picture of us at the Yule Ball, we were so happy..

I know we all promised to moved in together after Hogwarts so we won't be away from each other..But if there ever comes a day when we all can't be together, keep us in your heart and we'll stay there forever..

-Hermione Granger

Your tears were now strolling down your cheeks, you wanted to sob but afraid that you'll wake up someone.. You take a shaky breath and put the necklace on your neck.. Brushing the hair off from your neck..

You stand up and wipe your face with your hands, you make your way to the bathroom to rinse off the tear stains in your cheeks.. But as you reached the bathroom door, you heard voices coming from the common room.. You stop in your tracks, you wanted to listen in.. But your parents didn't raise a nosy kid, and that used to be true.. Until you met your friends, and now all of you are getting involved at some of Hogwarts adventure..

And you finally came to a decision, slowly walking to the common room but you decided to hide.. And you saw James, Remus, and Sirius they were whispering but you can't make it out.. So you scoot closer more, badly wanting to hear what they were saying.. But still nothing, you let out a sigh and was about to walked away when you knocked over a decoration from the wall..

Your eyes widen at your clumsiness, and you heard some shuffles from the common room.. You heard footsteps that was getting close to you, so you did what a rational person would do..

You run as fast as you can, your used to running.. You ran away from trolls, spiders, and a goblin.. But that goblin was overreacting, you just pet it's head and threw a fit.. You finally reached the bathroom, so you walked inside and did what you were supposed to do, before you decided to become a nosy wit..

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Loved your tags on the writing for advertising post. Also I'm sorry for the tags on your writing for advertising post. It sounds like a very soul draining job

Thanks a lot! Ohhh it was lmao. I quit years ago to do my PG coz even academia redux was a better prospect than the six day slog that it already was and the quicksand mire it was about to become as our hours and deadlines for writing got worse and worse with no overtime or change in salary. It was like gnawing through zipties with wooden teeth but I did it. However I do feel like on some level it's kind of terrified me from doing like a 'creative' writing full-time office job again and devote those energies to my own creations and work which I think only time will tell is a good idea or not ig.

Like...my company was cheap on every level, including production and animation so if you got a diamond out of the mulch and manure given, it was a lightning striking twice kinda moment. But 90% of the time it was nothing but cr@pto ads and IT stuff that I can't be arsed to remember anymore lmao. Getting 'creative' per se was definitely going to get shot down in Draft 4, leaving you with that soulless mouthpiece character waving at you from the screen daring you to look upon the face of eldritch blankness (I say with all due respect to legit good AD's in that company). The amount of scripts I wrote that started with "Hi I'm..." for companies that atleast half were nagged and email marketing bombarded into signing up almost made me feel sorry for them lmao, which is also a reminder to you that most of what you do is actually fucking pointless and soul draining and strangely bureaucratic and procedurally hellish. Not to mention unreasonable deadlines, clients who will conveniently hop skip over "IT IS SUNDAY WE ARE NOT OPEN" or "ANIMATION AND RENDERING TAKES TIME AND U RESPONDED AN HOUR AGO SO NO WE DON'T HAVE THE NEW DRAFT" or "NO U WANTED AN AD VIDEO MADE IN LIKE 200 DOLLARS YOU CAN'T GET SOMETHING LIKE [INSERT BIG BRAND WITH AD MONEY TO SPEND AND WILL SPEND]" or my personal favourite that happened "YEAH I KNOW U DON'T WANT TO BE HERE MY GUY, JOIN THE WE HATE NAGGY SALESMEN CLUB HERE SO UNLESS U WANNA WITHDRAW JUST TELL ME WHAT U WANT THE GUY TO LOOK LIKE".

(also of course coz a lot of my clients were American and English, u deal with their one on one BS and screaming all the time)

Advertising is creative exactly twice a year guys, don't buy in to the PR, fellow creatives and writers, its honestly just extended data typing with a little more flourish after a time.

#personal #abhi talks #have i mentioned enough about how much i hated that job to random strangers? no? good #i was there for three years and i was stressed so badly i legit developed an imaginary itch at one point #now honestly if i see myself getting to that point im just gonna quit lmao #really not worth it in the long run and creative writing is a myth in an office job guys #so you're not exactly getting creative fulfillment or whatever anyhow #also if anyone tells u their job has flexible timings prepare yourself for staying up till ungodly hours of the night and no free or social

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A, O and U for the fandom asks?

Thank you so much! A: my current ships are Percabeth, Lumity, Catradora, and Glimbow. I have other ships like Stormpilot and Fierrochase, but those four are the ones I am really into. O: Every time I listen to High Hopes by P!ATD I am immediately reminded of Percy Jackson. Phoenix and Light ‘Em Up by FOB give me TCW and ROTS Anakin vibes respectively. I went through a phase a while back where I would go absolutely nuts picking songs for various characters and ships, so I could ramble on for quite a while with what I remember picking for various characters.

1: Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars) (shocking, I know)

2: Ms. Marvel (Marvel)

3: Percy Jackson (Riordanverse)

4: Luz Noceda (TOH)

5: Glimmer (SPOP) Honorable mentions: Toph Beifong (ATLA), Julia Argent (Carmen Sandiego), and my fellow Aries Kipo Oak (KATAOW) and Alex Claremont-Díaz (RWRB)

Honestly the characters I picked tell you everything you ever need to know about the type of person I am.

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So my Australian internet friend told me that their country is developing a space program, and this is one of the proposed names:

I am DYING. Godspeed, Aussies.

ID below cut.

ID: A twitter post from Space Australia (@space_aus) that says "The most exciting time in Australia's history has now been announced. It's now time for us to understand and explore our universe #space_aus". Underneath is an image with a dark background and a space station in the bottom corner. In the foreground is a cirricular logo with ARSE written in the center and the words "Australian Research & Space Exploration" beneath it. Below is a comment by Stavvers that says "Getting misty-eyed imagining the future: spaceships exploring strange new worlds, seeking out new life and new civilizations, going boldly &c., &c., all while triumphantly bearing "ARSE" in large letters on their hulls. I have never felt more patriotic than I do at this very moment." End ID

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Carmen @ Chief in the s2 finale:

My name is Carmen Sandiego. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

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I’m taking some last minute photos, so today you get a lovely single shot of Rainbow Bubbles! I was lucky enough to win her in a contest, many years ago! Her hair got a fresh wash, and now she smells sooooo sweet! 💖 #mylittlepony #mlp #mlpg3 #g3mlp #mylittleponyg3 #mylittleponycollector #mylittleponycollection #rainbowbubbles #purple https://www.instagram.com/p/CORZlmEg9U3/?igshid=1a3loafp5asxa

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Say hello to Frothy Frill! She is the whipped coffee pony, also known as Dalgona coffee! Her eyes were a new experiment for me! Frothy Frill loves making fancy drinks for her friends, and she busies herself with fun crafts and DIY projects when she has some down time! #mylittlepony #mlp #mylittleponyfriendshipismagic #mylittleponycustom #mylittleponyfim #mylittleponyg4 #mylittleponyfan #mylittleponycollector #mylittleponyg4custom #dalgonacoffee #whippedcoffee #ponygurucustom https://www.instagram.com/p/CKu5oK-g0zY/?igshid=b9p476w8dehh

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Today’s #fakiefriday entry isn’t a pony, exactly... it’s a whole CASTLE! I saw this castle repeatedly in mail-order catalogues growing up, and I always thought “oh it’s so beautiful!!”, but IRL toys always took precedence. And then I became a teenager, and I thought “I only wanna spend my money on REAL ponies!”, and so the castle of my childhood was forgotten. But I happened to see this beauty on eBay for $15, and I knew I had to toss in the opening bid - just in case! And I won it!! I can’t wait to open it up and start putting it together! It came with some ponies too, but idk if they’re the “original” ponies from the set, because it was opened! Aaaahhh!! #mylittlepony #mlp #mylittleponyfakie #fakiepony https://www.instagram.com/p/CRISvNusUAY/?utm_medium=tumblr

102 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 02:16:54 GMT

I CONTROL THE #MLP MARKET. For your perusal is an EXTREMELY RARE #mylittlepony who is only one of ten to survive the Great Hasbro Purge of ‘87. She is named Rapunzel and my five month old daughter found her in a flea market in the basement of a satanic church and proclaimed, “I WILL USE THIS FOR COLLEGE” which is something many infants say. Anyway she’s for sale for $100,000 and no I don’t take criticism on my posts. #satire #mylittleponyg1 #meme #jokepost #mylittleponyfakie #mylittleponyrapunzel #mlprapunzel https://www.instagram.com/p/CN6MM98gJVp/?igshid=lgbb08yg1kiv

369 notes • Posted 2021-04-21 01:16:15 GMT

Meet Kelby, the Easter egg pony! Kelby is a gentle soul who loves art, tending to his garden, and all things spring! In the springtime, you’re likely to find him dying eggs, or setting up an egg hunt for his friends! [trimmed for space, see original post if you want more!]

437 notes • Posted 2021-04-02 23:56:13 GMT

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #ponyguru #wow!!! this is fun #I'm cackling at my longest tag tho ... it's what she deserves

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famousmortimer · 2 years

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I posted 2,422 times in 2021

37 posts created (2%)

2385 posts reblogged (98%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 64.5 posts.

I added 3,894 tags in 2021

#good omens - 1606 posts

#aziraphale x crowley - 1329 posts

#aziraphale - 208 posts

#michael sheen - 198 posts

#sheen x tennant - 133 posts

#prodigal son - 108 posts

#martin whitly - 93 posts

#crowley - 84 posts

#staged - 74 posts

#good omens extended universe - 61 posts

Longest Tag: 61 characters

#norman: the moderate rise and tragic fall of a new york fixer

My Top Posts in 2021

46 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 05:18:16 GMT

Not surprisingly, Aziraphale’s human form smelt of ancient books mixed with musty book shop and old clothes. It was the sort of smell that one might wrinkle their nose at, perhaps even assigning the phrase ‘charity shop’ to it. His barber insisted on trying to convince him to mask it, but that only ended up adding more aromas into the mix.

Crowley knew exactly what Aziraphale smelt like. When he’d miss his angel, he would open a yellowing, slightly crumbling book and inhale deeply.

Some might look at a photo of Crowley’s human form and think leather or spices. But, the sad truth was that he really did exude more than just a faint whiff of brimstone. No matter how much body spray he used, the smell of Hell still managed to seep from his pores. If he really needed to, he could use the power of his imagination to make himself tolerable to the humans, but other occult (and ethereal) beings could always detect the telltale sign of evil lurking about.

Crowley might stink of rotten eggs and farts, especially under high stress situations, but Aziraphale loved him anyway. 💕

50 notes • Posted 2021-09-28 01:27:09 GMT

"So, uh ... You're a duck, aren't ya? I'm not hallucinatin' this?"

"Aye, I'm a duck. And, what manner of creature are you?"

"I'm a man. Er, a human."

"Ye kinda resemble a beagle with your lack of a bill. I've never seen someone such as yourself."

"Likewise. You're not exactly what I was expectin'."

"If I recall, you did tick 'all' on yer profile under what type you were interested in."

"Yeah. But, I assumed that they'd match me with a fellow ... human being."

"Honestly, I was picturin' someone with a wee bit more feathers. I dinnae suppose you're hidin' a cloaca under there are ya?"

"No. Well, I don't- I don't think so. I'm not really sure what that is. If, um, you don't mind me askin', I can't help but notice that you're not wearin' pants. Where's your uh--"

"I keep it inside. It'll shoot out when I need it."

"Huh."

"Do you still wanna do this?"

"..... yeah, why not?"

(not much) Later -

Roland lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling - clothes askew, duck bites on his love handles.

"How was it for you, laddie?"

"Confusin'. I'm not sure what the fuck just happened."

"You got a visit from Scrooge McDuck's majestic corkscrew is what happened."

"Are you free this weekend? I'd like to do that again."

"Aye. It's a date."

-fin-

51 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 16:59:23 GMT

Incredibly late, but here’s a round-up of the fics I posted to Ao3 in 2020. Enjoy. 💕

Black Is The Night (E) Aro x Peter Vincent

Violet Is The Sky (E) Aro x Peter Vincent

Serendipitous (E) Roland Blum x Kilgrave

Ignite (M) Aziraphale x Crowley

Clandestine (E) Aziraphale x Crowley

Reunion (M) “The Bat” x Piers Pomfrey

The Serpent’s Kiss (M) Aziraphale x Crowley

Grateful (T) Aziraphale x Crowley

58 notes • Posted 2021-03-08 05:56:18 GMT

With vigilant eyes I do see

Those arsing birds plot against me

They sit on the sills

It’s a battle of wills

If they fly at my head I will flee

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wonderlander-i · 4 years

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A map to his heart

Pairing : Edward x MC (Robin Sparrow)

Words count : 1,6k ~

Warnings : language I guess?

Author's note : I'm not even going to apologise for writing this. I had to post it because if I stare at it one more moment I'll throw it away.

Also I'm tagging the amazing @mvalentine

Anyway have fun!

"Astonishing..." Edward mumbled, staring goofily at Robin's rosy face.

"What?"

It was late in the afternoon, both of them working on deck in the radiant heat of summer, the blinding light of the sun reflecting on their eyes. Edward stood in front of the puzzled woman, his hand reaching towards her reddened cheek. His eyes were wide open, his mouth gapping.

He brushed her soft skin with his thumb, and she gasped at the contact. His hands were rough, an inevitable consequence of spending half of his life working in a ship. The ropes and boats's wheels knew no mercy. Yet she loved they way they felt against her skin. His touch was so delicate.

She gazed at him, not daring to move, wondering what got into him so suddenly. He wasn't a man to publicly display his affection anyway. He was more of the reserved type, and she respected him deeply for that. Just like she respected the distance he always tried to put between them.

Not that she didn't crave his touch, not that he didn't have his ropes tied around her heart ever since she met him. She almost loved him. A secret she'll never tell.

"Tis like the map of another world" He mumbled, slowly tracing his finger on her blushing cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" She breathed out, suddenly aware that their faces were barely inches away. She saw his curious eyes studying her carefully, and she felt the heat rising from her face, her heart beating like a battle drum.

They were so close. She could see the crinkles of his eyes as he smiled, the sweat dripping from his tan forehead from the many times he climbed up and down the rigging in the heat of the past hour. She subconsciously lowered her gaze to his parted lips.

He was a beautiful man indeed. Him and his stupid smile and his stupid stubble. He always seemed like he had the perfect amount of stubble at any day, like he was coming out of some idealistic romance novel. That was so cliché she almost rolled her eyes at the thought.

She lifted her eyes back up, drawing a sharp deep breath in.

"Your freckles, they're breathtaking" Edward smiled, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear to reveal more of the brownish small dots.

His confession left her speechless. He always kept surprising her when she expected it the least. She slowly reached her cheek with her trembling fingers, still mesmerised by the way he locked his eyes on her.

"Oh" She whispered "It's the sun, I'm not used to going so long without sunscreen"

"Sunscreen?" He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. His hand moved forward, cupping her cheek as she lowered her hand away from it to fumble with with the shirt sleeve of her other arm.

"It's a lotion, sort of. It protects me from the sun" She explained "I used tons of it back home"

"Why would ye?" He questioned, and she scrunched her nose. To her, the answer seemed so obvious. Sometimes, she forgets that she didn't belong to this world. Not to this era. She often had to explain to Edward the use of the random things she wished she could've brought with her, her phone charger the most.

"So I wouldn't get sunburnt" She explained "And..."

She peered at him through her eyelashes, watching at he pursed his lips together into a fine line, furrowing his eyebrow as he stared into her eyes

"To stop..." Her thoughts were slowly escaping away from her foggy mind.

With no preceeding warning, she felt his strong arm wrapping around her waist. Her last two functioning brain cells kissed her goodbye as she placed her palms on his perfectly chiselled chest. She felt his his steady heartbeats as her fingers grazed the white fabric of button up he wore.

"My freckles..." She gulped hardly, continuing "from... Showing"

"Tis absurd" He shook his head, grinning "Why would you want to hide such a divinity? "

They stared back at each other for what seemed like an eternity. None of them adding another word. Both lost in the other's eyes. Stuck in the moment.

"Miss Sparrow" He mumbled, leaning closer to her. She felt his warm breaths against her skin, and she hesitatingly wrapped her arms around his neck, burring her slim fingers in his long hair.

"By the thunder, do ye even know how beautiful you are?" He whispered, and she slowly closed her eyes, her head gone hazy. She leaned in a little closer, their foreheads resting against each other. She gasped as his tender lips kissed the tip of her nose. Dear heavens, what was this man doing to her...

" You're more beautiful than the sight of an isle after a raging storm" He chuckled, brushing his lips against hers "More beautiful than the early morning light"

His arm tightned around her.

"Robin" He whispered, his raspy voice making her body shiver.

She stopped and opened her eyes to look at his. She could see a hint of fear mixed with excitement, and she squeezed her eyes shut again . She couldn't bare to see a hint of hesitation in his. She couldn't see regret. She couldn't look at him as he pushes away again. Not after he consumed her daydreams and late night thoughts. Maybe if she keeps her eyes closed–

"Aye cap'n" A voice interrupted

"Ye might need to come, Maggie is beating Ax's arse again"

She opened her eyes and and turned her head around abruptly.

There stood Henry, with a meat knife in his hand, looking at them blankly.

Edward cleared his throat awkwardly, releasing her from his grip and taking few steps back away.

"I– Thank you, Henry" The captain replied "I'll be there in a moment"

Henry turned around and walked away, cleaning his knife with a cloth and singing to himself some old pirate chantey as if cares about nothing in the world.

Robin sighed and turned away without looking back, hearing the footsteps of Edward walking away after a while.

She leaned against the railing and folded her arms over it, looking at the distant horizon, the sun already setting.

She frowned, tapping her fingers against the wood, but her frown was immediately replaced by a surprised gasp as she felt the familiar strong pair of arms wrapping around her, only after few moments after walking away. She smiled.

In one swift movement, he turned her to face him and scooped her up so she was sitting on the railing, his arms still wrapped around her waist, holding her securely.

She blinked. Her heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping in her veins. She turned her head around and looked down at the angry waves. Her mind raced. If he were to let her go, she knew she'd slip overboard, into the unknown, cruel, cold salty waters.

But he didn't. He wouldn't. And she knew it. Her breaths slowed down. She knew that the sky was blue. She knew that the earth was round, even if they'd accuse her of witchcraft if she said it out loud. And she knew that she could trust Edward with her life, any day.

Her fingers wrapped instinctively around the hem of his shirt, clinging to him tightly.

"Edward" She turned back to face him.

"Hello, my lady" He murmured.

She gazed at his sweet eyes, the changing colour of the evening sky reflecting on them.

"Weren't you supposed to check on–"

"Kiss me, Sparrow" He interrupted her, his voice deep and hoarse "Kiss me like there's no tomorrow"

"Why are you taking the risk, Edward" She mumbled his name, her gaze lingering on his lips, before dragging them back up to his eyes

"Screw them all" He growled "I'm tired, Robin. I've had my share of running. Running away from this. Running away from my feelings, from you. Enough! "

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, feeling his chest muscles tense up.

"By the thunder, if anyone dares to lay a finger on you, it'll be the last thing that filthy scum does before I rip his lungs off with my bare hands"

She shook her head "You're an unbelievable man, captain"

He raised an eyebrow, clenching his jaw "Are you doubting me?"

"Nay" She smiled "I like it when you get all agressive" and she leaned down, gently pecking his lips before pulling away to look at his now soft expressions

"It's cute"

"I'm a respectable pirate captain" He rolled his eyes "I blow men down, I plunder booty. You can't call me–" He was silenced by the feeling of her lips on top of his again.

He inhaled a sharp gasp, tugging her closely, a small sound escaping his throat. Her thoughts were clouded, the rush of sitting on the edge of the swaying ship making her even dizzier. She sighed, cupping his face and pouring all her longing for him in that kiss.

They pulled apart breathless. Both of their eyes were closed, their foreheads pressed together, her hair flowing with the evening winds.

She was the first to open her eyes after a while, only to find him grinning like an idiot.

"That's a lot for a bunch of freckles."

#edward x mc #distant shores #edward mortemer #choices stories you play #choices fanfiction #choices

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