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I mostly write for KNY characters that are already 18+ If it's the case that headcanons are wanted for characters below 18, no NSFW content will be written.
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It's so fun!!! When you're sick!!! And stuck at your parents house ✨️quarantining!!!✨️ because everyone else on the property!!! Got sick!!! Because the baby!!! Had the flu!!!
#abby rambles#don't worry the babys okay#I've also had a UTI for a week-#Imma go see my doctor soon tho
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Some personal work, might delete later idk
So like I said earlier, I was thinking about posting some completely original content for yall to devour while Ride or Die is being completed.
So enjoy some witch and artificer fuckery under the cut hehehe-
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Prologue:
“If not for country, then what the fuck are you doing in office?” Questioned the girl sitting across from her father. “What do you even stand for as a politician anyways? You barely do anything for the people, other than keeping the artificers at bay. Which I genuinely can’t blame you for because they’re homicidal pigs already.” She stated, lighting her herbal cigarette and sitting back in the plush velvet chairs that adorned the study. Her father could only smile, knowing that she knew nothing about being a politician but she does her damn hardest anyways. His daughter is a diplomat at best, not a politician. She doesn’t deal with what he does on a near daily basis.
“Well, Lilith, what I’m doing is for the greater good. And it’s not like you’d know anything about being a politician anyway. Your formal title is ambassador to Ellowyn, not savior of the fucking world.” He started, moving his hair out of his face to better see the papers in front of him. “But right now, I won’t get into that. Right now we need to discuss this meeting we’re about to attend.” Lilith choked on the cigarette she was having, the smoke getting caught in her lungs and throat.
“I’m sorry you said what? Why wasn’t I told about this a week ago?!” Lilith exclaimed, putting her cigarette in the ashtray after putting it out. Her father sighed, knowing that he would have to have this conversation with her yet again.
“Lilith you must understand that sometimes in this industry you must be on your toes at all times, like now.” Like lightning, he picks his daughter up by the collar without even touching her, and slams her into a nearby wall. She screamed a murderous screech, the pain in her arm seething like hot iron as she got up stumbling. “Stay on your toes.” He finalized.
“Yeah…” Lilith breathed, dusting herself off and cracking her neck. “And you should know to do the same.” Her father gave her a questioning look, wondering what she could possibly mean. Lilith, swifter than the wind picked up the various books that rattled off the bookshelves with a power that one could only assume is of worlds other than Elysium, and launched them at her father, effectively hitting him. “You fucked with the wrong one. Remember that.” Lilith raged in what seemed to be the calmest way she could muster. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I saw on your papers this is scheduled for an hour from now. I will get myself cleaned up so as to not appear harmed. I will dismiss myself.” Lilith ended the conversation, leaving the room to go to her bedchambers. Maids and butlers were waiting for her outside, worried from the scream she had let out not even five minutes ago.
“Lilith, what happened in there? You look beat up.” A maid asked, following her with a warm rag to wash the blood coming out of the nasty gash Lilith now adorned on her arm. “Oh gods this looks bad…”
“What’s bad is that I have a meeting in less than an hour. I need to get ready. Please, excuse me…” Lilith dismissed the maid as she called for a nurse to follow her to her bedchambers. “Gods the things I’d do to that man if I could…” Lilith muttered, opening her door to her room and allowing the nurse to enter. “How about you Akira, what would you do in my shoes?” The older woman looked at her, premature gray hairs starting to show as she cleaned her wound and applied ointment to make sure it won’t become infected. “I’m sure there’s something you can say to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Lilith sighed as she sat down on the edge of her bed while Akira was still working on the wound.
“Firstly Lilith, I need you to stop moving. Secondly, I’ve been working for your father for the last twelve years. I’ve known you since you were six. But from what I know just by working with your father, there isn’t a way to get whatever he’s got going on in his head out of it.” Akira sighed, knowing that there was genuinely nothing she could do to help Lilith out of this. She wrapped her arm with medical bandage and put a sleeve over it for further protection. “Get dressed, also, that wound of yours will bleed pretty badly. You’ll want to leave that bandage on for a few weeks. I’ll obviously help you change it when needed.” Akira gave her the go ahead to get ready, to which Lilith sprang up to get dressed, do her make up and hair, and gather herself mentally within forty-five minutes.
“I know there isn’t a way to get what he’s got going on out of him, that’s evident enough. Maybe some counseling would do, he hasn’t been to a therapist since mom died.” Lilith commented, throwing on a long sleeve black dress that was modest enough to meet her father’s dress standards. Akira shook her head and sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose knowing that this is going to be no easy feat.
“Lilith, your father is too prideful to even consider going to a regular doctor. He’s a very traditional Elysian.” Akira mentioned, pulling her hair back and covering it with a bandana as a way to veil. Lilith slipped on a pair of nude closed toe heels and a blazer. Stepping into the bathroom she took a brush and water to slick it down into a low bun. “And by the way, I’d suggest a ponytail, looks more casual and less tense. Remember, your father wants you to appear relaxed, never hostile.” Akira adjusted Lilith’s hair. All Lilith could do was sigh as she put on minimal makeup, just enough to cover a few healing scars that have by now scabbed over, and those scabs had fallen off that day.
“I getcha, either way I have fifteen minutes to get downstairs before father yells at me again… or launches me into yet another bookshelf.” Muttering under her breath, Lilith proceeded to grab her documents and make her way out of her room. Her footsteps booming on the cherrywood floors almost as if to knock on wood. “Florana, where’s father?” Lilith asked, rounding the corner as the maid swiftly followed her to answer her question.
“O-oh, you’re right on time actually. He just got downstairs and is waiting for you at the door. You better be quick though, a butler is distracting him to buy time…” With Florana’s statement, Lilith quickened her pace and made her way down a grand gold and moldavite staircase. She approached her father with Akira following behind closely.
“All I’m saying is-” Her father turned and saw Lilith standing there, in all of her wounded glory. Her breath was heavy as she struggled to stand in the heels she adorned and her makeup was almost pristine. She didn’t care though, what she cared about was not getting slammed into another hard surface. “Oh grand, you’re here… and on time for once.” Lilith rolled her eyes and smacked the papers into her father’s chest.
“Save it, let’s get this over with.” She spat, grabbing a coat and making her way to the black SUV that she’s always taken trips in. Her father closely followed Akira, talking about the wound on her arm.
“I can assure you sir that Mister Delcoure and his son won’t be able to suspect a thing. It’s patched up nicely and she’s wearing a dark long sleeve should any blood come through the bandage.” Akira stated, giving her father some false peace of mind if only for the moment. But Lilith knew that she was being two-faced, she’s been like that since she first started working for her father. “Should you need anything, know that you have me on speed dial. I’ll see you both when you return.” Akira sighed, closing Lilith’s door as the eighteen year old crawled into the backseat.
“Very well then, you are dismissed. Chauffeur, we’re ready whenever you are.” Lilith’s father spoke as he got into the backseat next to his daughter. He sighed and brought out his flask to sip on whatever ungodly concoction was in there. “And Lilith…” Lilith turned her head to face her father “If they ask about how things are in Elysium-”
“Tell them that it’s confidential matters. It’s the same drill every meeting, Ellowynians aren’t entitled to that information.” Lilith concluded. It was frustrating to her father that she could read his mind so easily. But in a weird way, it brought him some sort of comfort. “Also, don’t bring up any suitor business. Now’s not the time.” Her father sighed at the comment, she needed to marry. In his eyes, because she missed the timeframe to get married, she should find a husband as soon as she can. But that wasn’t on Lilith’s agenda.
“Lilith, it is tradition the minute you turn eighteen you marry. You signed an oath in high school pledging you’d do so.” Her father spoke, an air of exasperation lacing his voice.
“While I may have signed an oath at an impressionable fifteen years old pledging to some ludicrous decree, I have an amazing team of lawyers and attorneys who have helped me put that contract in void. So no, I don’t have to marry.” She declared, looking over the files once more before the car sped off to the embassy. “Don’t make me regret coming to this meeting, father. It will only make national relations worse.”
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Not sure how I really feel about it tbh, might delete this later but enjoy this while it lasts lol
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Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh
Blue, pitbulls, and Rocky road
Tagging: @t0mies-b0dy @peachdues and anyone else that wants to join in!
A person's favorite color, favorite animal, and favorite flavor of ice cream can say a lot about them when considering the answers as a whole. Some prime examples I've heard are:
~ Silver, Artic Wolf, and Mint Chocolate Chip.
~ Pink/Yellow, Putu Bird, and Cotton Candy.
~ Light Brown, Tree Kangaroo, and Rum Raisin.
~ Green, Pig, and Cookie Dough.
Mine are:
~ Burgundy, Fox, and Moose Tracks.
Tag some friends and get a sense of who they are! :)
@notable-bumblr @persistentchaos @enterfandomreference @valerietompson @paper-crowns-and-tiaras @ironxprince @acecuddle @angst-dealer @hey-you-i-just
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Low key the song Easy by Chris Brown ft. Danileigh is FUELING this smut scene I'm writing rn
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Idk about yall but I'm probably gonna add something extra aside from fanfics on my masterlist. I have something I lowkey really wanna show the world and it's got ✨️witches and artificers and magic and war and and and a buncha other stuff-✨️ sooooooooo I might just do that lol
#abby rambles#abby's wips#lowkey tired of not being able to post anything bc the fanfic brain is just#m u s h-
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Ah yes, pain
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“Man, we watched the poor girl crash.” A ravenette cut in, his short hair tied into a small ponytail at the dead middle of the back of his head and a mask concealing his nose and mouth. A pink haired cutie in a pair of denim booty-shorts, a white crop top, a pair of bike boots, and a leather vest attached to his hip. “We don’t know where the black eye, bruised knuckles, and the cut on her thigh came from though. However, we’re thinking it’s some sort of domestic from what we all heard over the phone.” He spoke grimly, a cold and distant look in his eyes as he spoke of (Y/N), gripping his female companion tighter by the hip as he sighed.
“Well, the way she spoke of Seis Lunas earlier makes it seem like it is domestic. She was practically hollering and begging us to not take her here. Like, yeah, she acknowledged she needs the attention for her wounds, but she did mention something about how Sies will come around at some point, he’ll find her and kill her is what she said.” Makio chimed in, throwing her cigarette butt on the pavement and stomping it out. “Woman’s so stubborn that she started fighting us in the backseat, but she was too weak to get any real licks in.”
“Well, that comes as part of being involved with the Kizuki, I guess.” Windbreaker spoke with a snort, taking another drag from his vape as a few of the other riders went into the waiting room of the ER. “But regardless, the priority here is this chick and what the hell happened to her. I’m betting she has a concussion too, she wasn’t really smart with the way she was riding earlier. No helmet, no protective gear.”
“Maybe she was in a rush?” The pink haired girl spoke up, “I mean, if it's a domestic like we’re suspecting, then chances are she was just trying to get away from her aggressor quickly regardless of any implicated consequences.” The men nodded in agreement, they had to admit, despite her being a bit of a bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl, she’s got her wits about her. “Not to mention, no one would ride like that if it wasn’t serious.”
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Imma uh... imma finish this now-
#abby rambles#abby's wips#ride or die#sanemi x y/#sanemi x you#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer x you#kny sanemi
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I will never regret the day I quit working there 😀
The devil is a lie
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The lie is screaming children in the O'Charleys parking lot
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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
please, please and please.
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GIRL ARE YOU OKAY??/srs 😨
That... is a very good question-
I'll DM you about it Lottie lol but otherwise I'm okay!
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Sooooooooooooo...
Guess who's gonna be working on Ride or Die in the ✨️emergency room✨️
My afternoon is going greeeeaaaaaaaattttt 😀👍
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Peep the fake ass tattoo I put on my arm lmao (it's a full sleeve fake tattoo bc I didn't want to make a commitment right away 😅)
I might actually get this as a real tattoo idk-
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how to ask / motivate your favorite fanfic writers to post new works / update a new chapter WITHOUT rushing them or sounding entitled and rude;
don’t comment “when” or “will there be a next chapter” or “will you continue this?” quite frankly, these type of comments can sound like you’re demanding from your favorite writer, even if it may not be your intention.
if you’d love a sequel or are wondering when or if the fic will be updated, try something like “I love this so much!” *bonus if you explain why you love the fic or what you love about it* and then add something along the line of “if there’s a part 2 of this, I would be so excited / would absolutely love to read it!”
the trick is to avoid a blunt question like “will there be a part 2?” or “it’s been so long. when will you update?” etc.
honestly, DON’T ever comment something like “it’s been ___ months, ___ years” or “I don’t think the author will continue this lol” that’s one of the most effective ways to make sure your favorite author doesn’t come back to your favorite fic, and it’s just so… dishearteningly rude.
it doesn’t matter if it’s been months or years since the author’s last update, demanding and rushing them will most likely NOT give you the result you want.
reminder that fanfic authors are humans with lives and jobs outside of writing fanfiction, especially when fanfic is something they do in their free time out of love and passion, and you — the reader — get to read their works for free.
rushing and demanding will only make it sound like ‘a task that needs to get done’ for your favorite author, and it sucks out the joy of writing out of love and passion. it can be so discouraging for the authors.
fanfic authors don’t owe you anything.
even if they completely abandon the fic, it still doesn’t give you the right to be rude to them or to ask why they stopped writing or to coerce them into giving you what you want.
I can never say this enough; fanfic authors write in their free time, FOR FREE, out of love and passion. and you get to read their works FOR FREE because they’re kind enough to share their love for their comfort characters with you.
they don’t owe you anything.
it’s okay if you’re wondering when or if they’ll post something new, but it’s not okay to rush or demand from them.
comments are mostly what motivate authors into writing faster, so if you want your favorite authors to post more, comment about what you love about their works, express your gratitude to them for giving you these amazing fics for free, but don’t be an entitled reader by rushing or directly asking when they’ll update.
let’s keep fandom space safe and comforting for both writers and readers.
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*cough cough* Sanemi and reader in pt 1 of RoD- *cough cough*
Calling cumming "finishing" is fine and all but like...we are not finished though. The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you. Sit back down.
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Tumblr mom is proud of me???
Honored to know that I can make you sober up for a slight moment for this prologue LMAO
Ride or Die (Sanemi x Fem! Reader, Motorcycle Club AU) PROLOGUE
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING OUT FOR RIDE OR DIE- Seriously though, I'm pretty proud of this one lol hope you guys enjoy!
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The moment she felt the liquid oozing out of her leg, she knew then and there she was done for. Done just as she was with the life she knows of being the old lady of none other than a prominent Kizuki Motorcycle Gang member. Done with everything that led up to the very moment that is now.
It was unfair, cruelly and unjustly unfair. The way (Y/N) was casted aside like that; like nothing but trash that would fester and, later, be thrown away. The burning sensation in her leg rendered the woman fatigued and faint. She had no choice but to stop on a nearby curb and rest, even if it meant she tipped her bike in the process.
There she sat on the curb, her motorcycle leaned against a nearby electrical post. The overhead lighting of the streetlamps that casted the pavement in a soft, yet eerie blue-violet glow. She painstakingly felt the damage to her leg, which was split open in a deep, long, diagonal gash that was dripping crimson onto the sidewalk below. She caught a glimpse of herself in a broken pocket mirror nearby. She was broken; a swollen, bloody, blue and black, scarred, and beaten version of herself that was seemingly beyond recognizable.
Yet, to (Y/N), this is a version of herself that she had grown quite acquainted with. Having been the subject of violence and mistreatment for a good few years, at least up to this point. There's no way he's taking her back, not after the way he treated her. With a heavy, labored sigh, (Y/N) stripped off her leather riding jacket and took off her overshirt, using it to tie a tight knot above her wound. Slipping her jacket back on, she lights a cigarette, deeply inhaling on the filter and blowing out the smoke, leaning on the nearby electrical post as she did so.
Her head pounded, she couldn't see straight, her body felt heavy and slow as she exhaled from yet another hit on her cigarette. “Well, if I due tonight… at least I'm away from that bastard…” She thought to herself, wanting nothing more than the pain and agony that seemingly made her tremor to finally end. The faint sounds of motorcycles and fast cars in the distance as (Y/N) felt her eyes closing, hoping and praying it wasn't a Kizuki member.
The last thing she remembers seeing is a motorcycle and a car that pulls up in front of her from across the street.
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Heheheheheheeee @peachdues it's ya man's turnnnn
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Ride or Die (Sanemi x Fem! Reader, Motorcycle Club AU) PROLOGUE
A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED TO FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING OUT FOR RIDE OR DIE- Seriously though, I'm pretty proud of this one lol hope you guys enjoy!
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The moment she felt the liquid oozing out of her leg, she knew then and there she was done for. Done just as she was with the life she knows of being the old lady of none other than a prominent Kizuki Motorcycle Gang member. Done with everything that led up to the very moment that is now.
It was unfair, cruelly and unjustly unfair. The way (Y/N) was casted aside like that; like nothing but trash that would fester and, later, be thrown away. The burning sensation in her leg rendered the woman fatigued and faint. She had no choice but to stop on a nearby curb and rest, even if it meant she tipped her bike in the process.
There she sat on the curb, her motorcycle leaned against a nearby electrical post. The overhead lighting of the streetlamps that casted the pavement in a soft, yet eerie blue-violet glow. She painstakingly felt the damage to her leg, which was split open in a deep, long, diagonal gash that was dripping crimson onto the sidewalk below. She caught a glimpse of herself in a broken pocket mirror nearby. She was broken; a swollen, bloody, blue and black, scarred, and beaten version of herself that was seemingly beyond recognizable.
Yet, to (Y/N), this is a version of herself that she had grown quite acquainted with. Having been the subject of violence and mistreatment for a good few years, at least up to this point. There's no way he's taking her back, not after the way he treated her. With a heavy, labored sigh, (Y/N) stripped off her leather riding jacket and took off her overshirt, using it to tie a tight knot above her wound. Slipping her jacket back on, she lights a cigarette, deeply inhaling on the filter and blowing out the smoke, leaning on the nearby electrical post as she did so.
Her head pounded, she couldn't see straight, her body felt heavy and slow as she exhaled from yet another hit on her cigarette. “Well, if I die tonight… at least I'm away from that bastard…” She thought to herself, wanting nothing more than the pain and agony that seemingly made her tremor to finally end. The faint sounds of motorcycles and fast cars in the distance as (Y/N) felt her eyes closing, hoping and praying it wasn't a Kizuki member.
The last thing she remembers seeing is a motorcycle and a car that pulls up in front of her from across the street.
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Heheheheheheeee @peachdues it's ya man's turnnnn
#abby's wips#abby rambles#sanemi x y/n#sanemi x you#demon slayer sanemi#sanemi x reader#sanemi shinazugawa#kimetsu no yaiba headcanons#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#demon slayer x reader#demon slayer x y/n#demon slayer x you
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O H ?
So uhm guess who might have a stalker…
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