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sweetyluvs · 10 months

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27 with doctor! abby au please 🙏!!

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abby anderson x fem! reader - drabble

sorry this literally took me a millennium.. i kept getting it wrong and having to rewrite 😭 .

anon left a second note, it read: “same anon who requested 27 with doctor abby! i forgot to add i want angst with fluff at the end if possible. thanks:)”

tags - angsty 🥀, mentions of light loneliness, relationship problems.. fluff at the end!!!

Abby having late night shifts was nothing knew.

She was a surgeon, staying late was apart of her job. but sometimes you wished it wasn’t.

she always came back extremely exhausted, only having the strength to mutter a few ‘thank you’s’ when she eats the food you made her before she goes to sleep. resting all night and getting up at the crack of dawn. You barely see her, and when you do, it’s not for long.

you do miss her, you miss really being around her and having her eyes and attention and love on you, but with her job… it wasn’t that simple. you had your own job, yeah, you were the owner of a small bakery downtown. but you ran that business, you had employees and assistant managers to cover for when you couldn’t make it, and abby didn’t.

you sigh deeply, shutting your eyes upon the refreshing feeling of the cold air flushing out your lungs. Abby was most likely working another late shift at the Hospital. No surprise, you loved her, and her job, but she’d said she would be back by 6:30 to have the promised dinner you were thrilled to make. you’d been going on about it for weeks, asking when she would swear to be free, and she had pinky swore that this wednesday— today— would be perfect.

but, here you sat. alone at the table, your plate empty as the one across from you was full, the once warm food now cold. You weren’t angry, no, you understood. Obviously, she’d come back if she could, obviously she’d stay with you if she could. but she couldn’t. being a doctor was hard, and you understood.

You stood up, taking your plate and utensils with you to the sink. overlooking all the dishes you’d dirtied to try and perfect this dish for her. You rinsed your dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, going to gather the other ones and wash them, putting the plates, bowls, spoons and such in the washer. Your thoughts went back to the day you’d told her. she walked through the door at her usual retuning time, smiling at you when you ran up to her for a hug. You’d asked her the usuals; ‘how was your day?’ ‘anything exciting happen?’ ‘was dina as smart as she usually is?’ ‘were jesse and ellie as weird as usual?’ she’d laughed at your dumb questions, answering them as she took off her shoes and placed down her bag, walking with you to the kitchen. then, you be brought it up.

“abs, i found this super cool, almost gourmet recipe, and i thought i could make it for us to have for dinner on a night that works for you.” you offered, watching as she practically inhaled the spaghetti and meatballs you’d made for dinner. She chewed for a moment, smiling at your words. she swallowed, looking at you. “that sounds great, baby. what is it?”

“can’t tell ya! have to kill ya.” you teased, leaning on the counter and grinning at her eye roll. “okay, whatver.”

“what day works for you? i want you to actually have it free so you don’t miss the freshness of the food.” you inquired, watching as she squinted her eyes in thought. “next wednesday. some construction is going on at the hospital and me and a few others are being let of early.. around 6:30, so that’s perfect.” she replied, twisting her spoon to gather some noodles. you beamed, leaned closer “you pinky swear?.”

“i pinky swear.”

you bit your bottom lip, gnawing at the now raw flesh at the reminiscence of the memory. You always tried to be open, not upset— but you were hurt. You hadn’t actually, really had dinner with her for months.

it wasn’t her fault. you’d told yourself, knowing it wasn’t. You didn’t want to take her work schedule to heart.. but something inside you cracked every time she broke a promise. You huffed angrily, brows furrowing harshly as you aggressively scrubbed the pan you’d used. the dish had took you most of the day, calling ahead to your employees yesterday to let them know you wouldn’t be there, you spent seven hours perfecting this recipe.

even the name of the dish took you time to read. ‘Prosciutto-Wrapped Pork Tenderloin with Crispy Sage, a side of Salade Niçoise (from france) and a side dish of duchess potatoes.’

you knew abby would fall to her knees from joy upon hearing those food titles. she’d love to have it with you, and that’s why you made it. so she’d love it. but she’s not here to have it with you like she said.

before you knew it, the kitchen was clean. stepping to the dinner table, you scooped up her plate of food and nicely wrapped it in plastic wrap. taking a piece of paper from the notepad on the fridge and writing her a small note. You weren’t trying to be rude, in fact, you tried everything in you to he as kind as possible— but after being bailed on four times in the past three months, you were at the edge of a line. you put the paper on the plate, leaving it on the counter for her alongside some water before storming off to your shared bedroom— barely, shared bedroom. you made it, cleaned it, kept it tidy, rearranged it, etcetera.

tearing off your nice shirt, you tossed it to the floor. usually, you’d wear one of abby’s shirts during her night shifts, the lingering smell bringing you comfort— but now, the thought of her made you internally irk.

you took a shirt from your drawer , tossing it over your head and shoulders, sliding it on. You didn’t same with your pants, taking off the nice linen fabric and fuming as you put on crappy old shorts.

You basically threw yourself into bed, putting a pillow between your side, and abbys side of the bed. hoping she’d get the message. i mean, it’s not like she’ll have the time to talk to you about it tomorrow anyways, right?

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

abby sigh as the door to your shared apartment opened, her hand pulling out the key she’d used to unlock it. you don’t usually lock the door.

She knew she’d fucked up.

you’d been so excited for this, chatting about it and reminding her to not be late. and she was late. four hours late.

Abbys dropped her bag by the door as she usually does, sliding off her work shoes and sliding on her slippers before walking to the kitchen.

the lights were out, it was cleaned nicely. her eyes met a plate on the white marble counter, a lazily folded piece of paper on top.

She smiled lightly, knowing you’d be the kind to leave her a note. she reached for it, unfolding it.

“Hope the construction workers weren’t in your way. Enjoy.” abby’s smile fell, guilt flooded her every atom at the words. fuck.

she knew you’d be upset, she doesn’t know what she was expecting— she’d bailed on you four times, and she swore to be on time this one. but, she wasn’t.

Abby was getting ready to head out at 6:25 to be able to make it home early, the biggest grin tugged at her lips as she told all her co-workers about the meal you were preparing.

she was about to leave when an emergency was called in. It was bad, but she’d seen worse. this poor girls bone was completely shattered, a bad case of compartment syndrome. unluckily, her and mel were the only two true professionals still clocked in, leading to a four and a half hour long surgery.

by the time abby got out of the hospital, she basically ran to her car and sped home— praying that by some miracle you were still awake and waiting for her.

you weren’t.

She put the note down, eyes landing on the plate of food you’d left her.

it was beautiful.

the potatoes shaped perfectly, the prosciutto-wrapped tenderloin looked amazing; cooked to perfection, the salad beside it was also stunning.

Each course of the meal was placed individually and carefully on her plate. Abby’s stomach fell with guilt upon imagining you sitting alone, eating your meal without her.

Abby was mad at herself. not because of this single instance, but because she feels as if she’s choosing her career over you— and she would never, ever do such a thing.

Her life revolves around you, so much.. she’d been planning a little something with a ring.

but for some terrifying reason, she felt that you would refuse. why would you marry someone who you’d never be around? nausea ate at her stomach due to the thought, hoping it was only her crazy nighttime, overworked imagination.

Abby unwrapped the food, putting it in the microwave for a minute. You weren’t anywhere in sight, and so she assumed you’d gone to sleep. alone. again.

“fuck..” she murmured, regret running through her veins. She leaned on the counter, her muscular figure easily keeping her upright.

you were the love of her life— her light in the darkness, her jam to her bread, her peanut butter to her jelly— without you, she doesn’t know where she’d be, and thanks to her stupid work schedule, she’s beginning to think that’s starting to happen.

the timer went off, a loud beep ripping her from her thoughts. “oh shit— shh, shh— loud ass microwave.” she complained, taking out the food. The potatoes were now soft, the salad unfortunately warm do to being in the heat, but the rest of the meal was good temperature. Abby got a fork, quickly snagging a bite of the tenderloin. It was even better than you swore it would be. The juice of the meat flooded her mouth like the sea to the shore, accompanied with the small amount of potatoes that gathered on her fork; they were magnificent.

Abby had inhaled the meal, it being gone in a matter of inhuman minutes. She rinsed her dish, going to load it in the dishwasher— but seeing that you had ran it. she frown. you always made sure to never do that, claiming you ‘wanted to get the love she deserves, and love is definitely not having to do your own dish.’

she cleaned her dishes and walked across the house and down the hall to your shared bedroom, pushing the door open she saw you. laying on your side, hair lightly messy as it always was when you slept (she loved it.) and.. a pillow between your side and her side. she wondered what else she’d missed that you’d done.

Abby striped her pants, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, sliding in bed beside you. She gripped the pillow and threw it so hard she was surprised it didn’t pop, and wrapped her ams around your wait.

you shuffled, grabbing her hand before it could do a full 360 and ripped it off you, harshly turning your back to her.

“babe,” she whispered softly, sadness coating her vocals.

you were reluctant, eyes snapped shut even though she knows your awake.

“I’m sorry, i’m so sorry. i really tried to be here, something unexpected came up, i swear i would have had been here.”

your silence had her itching at her skin.

“please say something.” she pleaded, her frown only deepening.

“whatever you say, abigail.”

abby grabbed the top of her head, ‘fuck’ running in her mind a thousand miles per hour. she really was in deep shit.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i don’t even think sorry can describe how sorry i am— i just, i wanted do come back, i couldn’t though. i couldn’t just leave the hospital, they needed me.” you clenched your jaw. her points were decent, great even— but you were petty.

“i’m sure they did.”

your little-word replies had abby at edge of her seat, suspense and fear building up.

“that’s all? nothing else?” she poked, confusion flooding her, anger starting to appear as well.

“yeah.”

she scoffed, sitting against the headboard. “You don’t have anything else to say? at all? i came back, yeah, i was late and i’m sorry, but—

“late?” you bit back, interrupting her. “you’ve bailed on me four times for dinner. You’ve always put your job before me, you’ve always had more time for your career— is this even working?”

those words were the ones abby feared the most. When you two began dating, she had told you about her passion, and where she worked. you found it fascinating, understanding completely. but, that was also when she used to spend genuine time with you.

“ i love you abby, i really do— but i can’t be with someone who puts a career before a person. I support your passions, and i wish nothing but the best for you, but I don’t want to be stood up by the person i’m dating anymore. fuck, abby, i took work off today to spend seven fucking hours making a meal you couldn’t even text me to say you couldn’t even show up for!” before you knew it, you’d sat up and looked at her, voice raising in a way she’d never heard.

“i know its not your choice, but you could at least find five fucking seconds to reply to my text.”

guild flooded her like a tsunami once again, a frown growing at the look on your face.

“I’m sorry.” she whispered out, watching as you sigh deeply.

“Don’t apologize, abby. it’s past that.” your reply scared her, fearing the worst; a break up. were you going to break up with her? were you going to leave her behind? she didn’t know, and she didn’t want to find out.

“how can i make it up to you?”

“i don’t even know if you can do that anymore.” you turned away, laying on your side, the pillow you’d somehow slipped between you both felt like a rock wall, each side of the bed you slept on cold; missing one another’s warmth.

abby stayed silent, internally scolding herself for being such a bad girlfriend and, frankly, not trying harder to be better.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you woke up with a sore neck, probably from sleeping in a way you never do.

you didn’t need to look over to abby’s side of the bed to know she was gone. sitting up, you crack your once resting bones and stand up. Shuffling on your slippers, you walk to your bedroom door, twisting the cold handle and walking out.

Every morning you wake up after abby, she always kisses you goodbye before she leaves (or so she claims to.), grabs a quick bite to eat from the fridge and you are left to make breakfast for yourself. it was second nature, to wake up and immediately crack and egg or two.

but, something was off. It smelled almost.. good in the house. you ignored it, labeling it as your desperate imagination.

Your feet hobbled across the house, yawning deeply and shutting the bathroom door. looking in the mirror, you grimace. the eye bags on your face were not your strong suite, you noted.

quickly rinsing off your sleep, you brush your teeth along with your hair. each and every yawning that stole itself from your lips reminded you how much you needed your coffee. rubbing your eyes you opened the bathroom door and began your journey to the kitchen.

when you round the familiar corner, what you hadn’t expected was to see Abby in the room.

your eyes flew wide, her blonde hair was still down from sleeping, she had her glasses on and was hovering over the stove.

brows furrowing, you stepped forward. “aren’t you supposed to be at work? isn’t thursday one of the most important ones?” you genuinely ask, catching her off guard attention, her head snapping up.

the big, sweet smile that encased her beautiful lips made you feel bad for your harshness the previous night. She pushed her arms off the counter, fixing something by the stove quickly before walking over to the bar, pulling out the two chairs and revealing two sets of plates.

“Yeah— but it’s not as important as you.” Abby affirmed, a light pink coating her cheeks. You wanted to stay angry, to stay mad at her lies and broken promises. But, your ice heart thawed quickly, revealing the warmth you still posses for her.

“abby.. you didn’t have to. I know i was harsh last night but— it’s your passion, i didn’t.. actually expect you to not go.” you confessed, walking to her cautiously, as if she’d vanish from existence.

she gave you a small smile, “I know. but, i would rather be with you. I love you way more than any hobby.” Her words were the validation you’ve been craving all these months, the words you’ve been seeking to hear. You instantly complied.

“i’m glad to hear that.” you laughed, approaching her and gingerly placing a kiss to her cheek as you sat at your chair she pointed to.

“always.”

she rushed back to the stove, flipping over whatever had been on their previously before motioning for you to give her your plate. you obliged, handing it to her.

“I love you, baby. I always will and.. even though i’m not a baker, i tried to make you those pancakes you like so much.” oh did her words make you fall for her all over again. “you didn’t have to, abs.” you grinned, ear to ear. something abby hadn’t seen you do since.. since a while.

“i did. i hope you like them.” she placed the plate in front of you, beautiful, fluffy pancakes alongside fresh bacon and eggs with syrup drizzled over them placed nicely on the dish.

“wow! abby, you might want to reconsider your career and come work for me.” you joked, smiling wildly at the wholehearted laugh she let out.

“who knows, maybe i will.”

you rolled your eyes, cutting a piece of the pancake and dipping it in the puddled syrup.

your eyes widened, “mhm!” you expressed, eyes shutting in satisfaction.

although abby was a very high ranked doctor, she was still nervous to get her professional baker girlfriends opinion on first time pancakes.

“Abigail, you are a natural.”

“only for you, babe.”

she put food on her own plate, turning off the stove and coming to sit beside you.

“I’m going to call my supervisor and ask for some more free hours from now on. So i can start to have breakfast and dinner with you. and maybe a couple free days, too.” abby announced, causing your heart to beat happily.

“that makes me so unbelievably happy, abby. you deserve it.”

you kissed her cheek, syrup sticking from your lips to her skin. you laughed, and she did too.

“I love you. more than anything.” you said, chewing softly. she wiped some food from your face, a loving smile tracing her features.

“i love you more.”

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otrtbs · 8 months

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where did you get all the art information while writing ahb ‘cause i wanna learn about art but idk where to start

hiya !! i have some information in the tags 'ARH recs' and 'ARH talks' which i'll tag below for ur convenience!! but there are so many places i pulled my art knowledge from for ahb!!

mainly, 3 years of undergraduate art history classes, art gallery internships, and museum volunteering.

(khan academy has a great art history college-level course you can access for free (videos, articles, quizzes the whole shebang) here!) <- i have had profs rec this as a resource !!

youtube channels! art restorations, explaining art, curatorial and logistic setups of galleries and museums + whatver strikes your fancy

podcasts!! (sorry, i'm a podcast bitch) the art law podcast (literally just art law cases and lawyers!) the art angle (newest stories from the art world every week), The Week in Art, ArtTactic (if you like the more market-driven side of art), Art Curious (artist stories, arh you need to know, interviews w curators!!)

books! 7 days in the art world (great book 2 break down the different realms of art from critiquing to making to curating to auctioning), boom (if you want modern/contemporary art insight), the art biz (market side of art history) <- these are some good ones to start with

i would also just recommend following museums and artists on instagram, follow artnet, artnews, and the art newspaper, and art basel, and keep up with the articles they post and follow what the curators are talking about (saltz, smith, schachter) you can also follow auctions houses like sotheby's and christies visit these sites and read articles !! also google arts and culture is pretty good for their virtual tours of museums that you can't go to physically!

start there and then just follow the threads that interest you most !! some people hear abt duchamp and think he sucks,, don't waste ur time w him then!,,, if you like the impressionists focus there. don't let Big Art fool you into thinking you need to know a million artists and time periods and dates and movements. you don't have to !! (I do, but that's just bc it's my job lmfao) I hope this helps somewhat!! <33

#asks #ARH recs #ARH talks

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fxreflyes · 5 months

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This is so incredibly late, but thank you so much for the tag Kara!!! @sugarsnappeases (I screenshotted all of your notes and saved all of your films to watch this year, they all sounded so good!! <3)

top films of 2023

This made me realize I both watched next to no films this year and most were rewatches but here we are!

1. And then there were none - rewatch! one of my all times faves! It’s an Agatha Christie murder mystery on an island. 10/10 recommend. I watch it every year!!

2. The princess bride - rewatch! always super fun.

3. Golden Eye - another rewatch. My dad is the biggest James Bond enthusiast in the world so I have watched all of the movies ten times over. This is one of the best bond movies imo

4. Dead poets society - another rewatch (skye u need to watch new things….) but impeccable. I warned my bf it was sad and he was like ok! And then at the end he was like that was sadder than I expected… I did warn him

5. See how they run - a new movie!!! murder mystery, the vibes fun

6. Pride and prejudice (2006) - rewatch. no commentary necessary. Had my bf watch for the first time & he loved it (a green flag fr)

7. The boy and the heron - beautiful

8. It’s a wonderful life - rewatch. Watched for Xmas. Lovely.

No pressure tagging: @cosmmicdancer @kaaaaaaarf @polaroidcats @dieonysian @magneto-manifesto @sunattacksthemoon @appreciatedmoron @kaleidoscopexsighs @angelfruittree @shipsnsails @stillagoodwitch @themuseoftheviolets and as always open tag anyone who wants to!! <3 (this is my plea for movie requests pls please please please anyone stop by and recommend some movies for me to watch!! it can be your fav of all time or whatver u like, I just want to watch more in 2024 :))

#thank u am for the tag and all ur recs!!#I am SO late doing this #also seriously open tag and everyone pls comment or send me an ask or anything what movies u like!#time to watch more in 2024 #tag games

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sailorsplatoon · 2 months

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Hi you can call me Lily or LilyMoon, or whatver you want, idc.

My pronouns are she/they!

I mostly post about Splatoon, but I also like Pokemon, Kirby, Pikmin, The Owl House, Amphibia, Gravity Falls, Sailor Moon, and a bunch of other stuff!

I have an ao3 account that I occasionally post fan fiction on, I also post the same fanfic here on Tumblr!

My asks are pretty much always open, so feel free to send me one! I love seeing what you guys have to say! Also I recognize that my blog can be very difficult to understand if you don’t have all the lore, so if you have any questions about anything on the blog at all, just send them over and I’m happy to answer them!

I am a minor, so no NSFW interactions on my blog please.

I like all sorts of ships, but my OTP is Acht x Agent 4 (or dedfour as I like to call them). I post about them a lot. You can check the #dedfour and #acht x agent 4 tags on my blog if you’re curious what I’ve posted about them in the past!

But the ships don't stop there! I also post alot about Harmony x Acht x Agent 4, AKA p4ruf1sh. Now Harmony gets to join the lovebirds in a polycule! You can find more about that on the #p4ruf1sh tag!

And it keeps going! I post a lot of oc x canon stuff too, which you can find under the #oc x canon tag! Currently there’s Marie x Shina, Shiver x Birch, Frye x Elle (au exclusive), and Callie x Elita/Pepper. If you want to know more about a specific one, search my blog for a tag of the canon character.

Here’s my carrd if you want to know more about me (though it's mostly the same stuff that I wrote in this post).

I also have Twitter, but I’m not as active there as I am here.

Pfp credit goes to the amazing @agent-marusankisser!!!

Anyway thanks for checking out my blog! Bye!

#I figured it was time I made one of these #Idk if I really need it but I made it anyway

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karmic-epiphany-archived · 8 months

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OK. Here we go.

rant post on tumblr dot com.

I'm fine. As far as I can tell, both Physically and Mentally.

I am just. Really angry.

anger continues under the read-more.

TAG. YOUR. FUCKING. WORKS.

I DO NOT CARE ABOUT "SPOILERS" OR WHATVER

WHEN I EXCLUDE TAGS FROM MY SEARCH

I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT.

AND I ESPECIALLY DON'T WANT FICS COVERING THOSE SUBJECT MATTERS PRETENDING TO BE SOMETHING ELSE.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT MAKES IT WORSE

SOME FUCKNG JACKASSES WILL TAG "No archive warnings apply" AND THEN ADD SLIP TAGS IN THE ARE ARCHIVE WARNINGS.

JUST- FUCK OFF.

ok. rant over

#caps

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kiddbegins · 6 months

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!!!UPDATED TAGLIST OPTIONS!!!

okay, so even though I don't actively write for otis, i do write for him enough that I put him on my taglist form. If you want to be tagged in the posts that i do make for him you can join it:

HERE

note: I am NOT taking requests for him. I only write for him when i want/if my friend sends in a request. That is it. If i get anything sent in for him it will be deleted since I'll know it isn't bff.

here's the link again but more whatver you want to call it

#teddy talks #teddy's taglist #brian otis zvonecek #brian zvonecek #chicago fire #one chicago #feel free to ignore this #bff you don't even have to sign up you get literal special dedication on all of them

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swampstew · 2 years

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🍖 THIS IS AN 18+, explicit blog - minors DNI you WILL be blocked - no exceptions, ageless accounts are sus but I'm not a cop. 🍖 I am completely caught up in the anime and manga for One Piece. Will tag spoilers with #one piece anime spoilers and #one piece manga spoilers. I only write for the OP universe and I reserve the right to refuse if your request makes me uncomfortable.

Characters I don't write for: Akainu, Bonney, Pudding, Momonosuke, Rebecca, Shirahoshi, Big Mom, Kaidou, Kuma, Ivankov, Dragon, or OPLA characters/actors.

🍖 Guidelines when requesting: - GIF requests will not be prioritized over normal story requests, I write whatver vibe I'm feeling so there is no organized list of when your request gets done! I will close requests if it gets unreasonably high.

- More detailed info on GIF requests linked here and summarized -> TLDR: send in one gif, your below preferences(1-3), if you want sfw/smut, and I come up with the rest😉

Clarify whether you want female, male, GN/nonbinary/agender or trans reader - any omissions will result in automatic female reader.

You must have an age on your blog to request a smutty story, anon smut requests will not be answered unless the person who sent the anon request contacts me to confirm their age.

Limit to no more than 4 characters per ask. I do not take requests for OC characters or canon x canon characters (ex. Law x Doffy, Killer X Kid, Law X Kid, etc.)

- Requests will only be considered if they are in my ask box, my DMs are not the place for it.

Any requests submitted that did not adhere to my guidelines and rules below will be deleted on sight. 🍖 Hard no's when it comes to requests: - copy/paste requests that are sent to multiple writers.

- underage writing or aging up minor characters to be written explicitly.

- incest; minks x anyone; romanticizing suicide/mental health/toxic relationships; any emotional dumping in my ask box; breakup/cheating stories.

- story requests with outline/summary/plot/detailed explanations of motives/outcome - basically you've already written what you want, you can write the rest of your idea yourself, I believe in you. 🍖 I am a sex positive and kinky person so I am open to a lot but if you give me the creeps, I give you the block. You can send me an ask if you want clarity on any kinks that I'm willing to write but do not DM them to me. 🍖 All writing requests will be capped at 1.5K words. If you want a longer story, please check my Kofi link. I will write bedtime stories, naughty daydreams, scenarios, headcanons and even poetry. I can and will write SFW and SPICY content. I LOVE fluff pieces.

🎇 For self-insert/OC requests - please check out my Ko-fi page where I do personalized requests. My Tumblr requests are open for content that can be short, sweet and relatable to all readers. 🍖 If you send an ask, please exercise good manners. I don't take kindly to demands or expectations of my time. I am a human being doing this for fun and I expect to be treated as such. I will always welcome and thank anyone who sends me an ask but I tend to match the energy I receive, take that as you will.

#raven's rantings #introducing myself #super late but whatevs #swampstew #mun speaks #rules #requests #one piece fanfiction #18+ only

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sky-lia · 1 year

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bill danton is basically bruno madrigal from Encanto... they even look the same - maybe you can add this to bill - he can only see a couple of seconds into the future - allwojng him to dodge, whatver u want

keep up the sweet work hun!

(I'm very sorry for the late answer haaa)

God,I didn't notice it before XD But Bill will be a crazy insane man compared to Bruno ha ha.

And thank you ! I'll try my best !!

Also, I answered in another way, just here https://at.tumblr.com/inkmancy-au/we-dont-talk-about-bill-danton-non-non-non-ask/ypn0r022zh6f

I hope the tag doesn't bother you !

#ask #inkmancy au

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syrenki · 1 year

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I wanted to ask: when you reblog stuff here do you find yourself caring about the vibe the images give off/if certain posts reblogged after the other go together/create a specific ”aura” you are going for (assuming you are) or do you have more of a lighthearted approach and :) not put much thought behind it and collect images like a scrapbook, whatver catches your eye on the moment is pinned 📌

there isn't much thought behind it, no! at least not behind what's put into my generalized aes tag. i think it's more like. i noticed there might be something like a pattern between all that i find beautiful, one that i cannot put into words but can clearly see, so to make sense of that pattern and note the connections, i've basically started archiving all that i intuitively see as beautiful on here. so here we are. i'm curious how this little archive is interpreted from the outside perspective, i suppose there is some distinguishable 'aura' to it? finding that out is basically the entire point, whether it's at all something 'me' or just anything that's pretty.

#answered #anon #thanks for asking!! i feel like my response is incoherent but i hope you'll understand it:')

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poisonfireleafs · 3 years

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Ravenwood Spare Spouses

As promised, here are the selfmade spouses. I am not going to note cc individually, you can give them whatver makeup or clothing you’ld like. Though, if you really want a certain cc of one of the sims, just message me and I’ll see what I can do.

Notes:

Susie and Cruz are townie makeovers

Poppy is a very old sim of mine who I normally used as a model and I exchanged with other simblrs.

Cassie is the daughter of Elena Fisher and Nathan Drake. I had a Uncharted phase during Ravenwood gen 8.

Tyene is Cillian’s sister and lives in the Merryweather save

TOU

Do not claim as your own

Do not reupload

Please tag me if you use them

Do not change their eyecolour, skincolour, haircolour, genetics and occult

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tetralea · 3 years

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Hey heyyy I love ur writing!!!

Could u nah e write a fluffy oneshot either for Tom or Harrison whatver u want where maybe they are over at the readers house and the readers parents are like the worst ever, and just real mean to her and as soon as they either go into her room or at home he’s really sweet and caring and tells her sweet things

Sorry I’m in need of fluff xxxx

Hi! Thank you, I’m happy you enjoy my writing! :)

So my turnaround time is usually not this fast but last night I had a bit of extra time to do this. I decided to go with Tom for this and it’s kind of college AU.

On another note I hope you’ll like it, it was a tough one for me for several reasons, mostly the parents aspect. I hope everything is okay with you tho. 😘

Bringing Tom to your parent’s house was never an easy task. Being at your parent’s house wasn’t an easy task in general. Somehow, for some reason, you couldn't do anything good lately. It was the worst, and you couldn’t wait to get out of there. It was only two weeks now until your semester ended and that was the only thing you could think of. At the end of it you could move out again. You lived in a dorm before sharing a small room with him and a small apartment like space with another couple. It was before he left to a semester abroad and you were left with no roommate, so you decided to move home and save up a little for the rent for an apartment for just the two of you. It seemed like a logical decision, but it was hell. Now with Tom back already occupying the tiny, cosy flat it was even worse, but moving with all your exams, homework and essays going on were impossible.

‘Lunch is ready.’ Your dad stepped into your room without knocking or announcing himself. After his grumpy grunt he closed the door faster than you could have started to complain about the invasion of your privacy.

It shouldn’t have been this difficult, right? Just to knock on the god damn door. Not like you two were doing anything like that. Tom was lounging on your bed softly massaging your feet until you sat in a rather odd position at your desk trying to finish you essay in time. Studying together was your thing, you got used to it very fast in the dorm and you missed it terribly until he was away.

‘Why he is like this?’ It didn’t take much to you to slam the computer down, flopping onto the bed next to Tom, looking at him pouting.

‘I don’t know, love.’ He pulled you closer, circling his arms around you, holding you flush to himself kissing the top of your head trying to soothe you. ‘Maybe it’s weird for them too.’ His soft murmur and the gentle circles on your back helped a little.

‘Weird to lift his hand and knock?’ You sat up with a huff, still pouting and looking down at the brown haired boy.

Tom’s apologetic grimace and little gesture made it obvious that he was as clueless as you were.

The lunch was like a carefully orchestrated torture. After your dad criticizing your home attire, saying something about covering up more, your mom complained about the shift in your taste.

‘Now you are not eating this either?’ She squeaked rolling her eyes. ‘I swear to god, nothing is good enough for you anymore. Always on a diet, or not eating diary, when you were a kid, you had no problems with diary.’

‘I’m lactose intolerant mom.’ You sighed trying to explain it for the thousands time. ‘I can’t eat diary; it makes my stomach hurt.’ The answer was only partly true trying to spare everyone on the other details of your intolerance.

‘Nonsense! How come you never had a problem when you were a child?’ She pushed her own agenda a bit more. ‘You are just becoming a picky eater, what’s next?’

‘I don’t know, mom.’ Your tone was calm and tired, trying not to freak out and make a scene. ‘I’m not a doctor, if you want to know we can ask them.’ With a bit of an aggressive stab at your meat you took a bite on your fork trying to finish the part of the meal which you could eat.

Tom remained silent during the whole conversation, his eyes fixating on the plate like there was something very fascinating there. He didn’t dare to reach out and grab your hand or rest his hand on your thigh to reassure you, so trying his best he slid his foot to yours, crossing your calf over his shin, rubbing it up and down slightly.

To your relief there was a bit of silence after this, it was awkward but still better than the hurtful comments you sometimes got, unluckily to you it didn’t last long.

‘So, you two are going to get married too?’ Your dad’s voice was muffled by the food in his mouth, not even looking at you when he asked the outrageous question.

‘Dad!’ Your head shot up, looking at him with a sharp, angry look. ‘We are just moving together; marriage will be another step.’

You tried your best to remain calm, quickly glancing at Tom after your answer not wanting to look obsessed or greedy or talk about marriage without talking to him first about it, but he was on your side, as always. Silently. He nodded murmuring a quiet, yes, before showing another bite into his mouth.

The sound your dad made gave you the feeling like it wasn’t over yet and that it will just get worse. ‘Maybe that should come first, if something would happen during the living together.’ He commented, taking another bite, and gesturing around with it a little, still not looking at you, being visibly annoyed and frustrated by the very obvious fact that you were in fact sleeping with Tom and he hated even the thought of it.

You felt the blood rush to your face, not only from the anger now, but there was also a huge amount of embarrassment in there too. It was always an awkward and taboo topic in front of your parents. Surely you have slept with Tom multiple times during the course of your relationship, you loved him after all, but your parents getting to know about it and at the sheer fact being so obvious to them was another level which no one handled well.

‘Nothing will happen.’ You tired to gain back your cool, slowly sliding down on your chair with Tom in union.

Thank God this last encounter was brutal, ridiculous and embarrassing enough to make everyone just quietly finish their meals. The two of you were done first, quickly cleaning up your plates and running back to your room.

‘This was horrible. Why are they like this, Tom?’ The question was more rhetorical than anything as you fake sobbed.

Tom only sighed and tried his best to get over the horrid comments while slowly wrapping you in his arms. ‘I really don’t know, darling.’ He kissed the top of your head, tightening his grip when he felt you sigh. ‘But I love you, you know that, right?’ He asked with a small smile, trying to angle the two of you to finally be able to look you in the eye.

The puppy dog eyes you gave him and the pout was almost too much together, he hated seeing you like this.

‘I love you. Okay?’ He asked and said again when you didn’t answer. ‘And the faster we get to pack your stuff the faster we can get out here and can start our weekend together. Only you and me.’ He pulled you back to his chest, slowly rocking the two of you.

‘I love you too.’ Finally, a muffled mumble come from the direction of his chest where your head was reasting. ‘I love you so much, and I can’t wait to finally live with you again.’ Just saying it out loud made you happy, a small laugh erupting from your lips, breaking your tense demeanour finally.

‘That’s it, that’s the smile I fall for.’ Tom purred, his smile reaching his eyes, the small wrinkles you loved so much appearing as he was beaming at you. ‘I love you so much.’ He repeated it again, like he couldn’t believe it was all true either, like you were too good to be truly his.

With a giddy laugh you leaned to him pressing your lips to his for a small kiss. He was quick to reciprocate it, chasing your lips when you pulled away, taking them between his, sighing into the kiss when he felt you melting against him. He was kissing you slowly, like he wanted to savour every second, every little movement, every heartbeat of the kiss. It was longer than you expected but neither of you had it in you to pull away just yet. When the kiss ended, he stayed close, his forehead pressed to yours. ‘Let’s pack fast, I can’t wait to leave and have you all for myself finally.’

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 3 years

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The Rose Prince (Pt.3)

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Roman spent most of the trip trying to focus on the feeling of Logan's fingers running through his hair, he felt light-headed and dizzy, as though he'd been dreaming this whole time.

"Welcome home your highness, I assume your trip went well?" Roman perked up as he heard a voice from outside the carriage.

"We have much to discuss in terms of the trip, for now I want Prince Roman escorted to his room and given as big of a meal as he can handle," came the reply from Janus.

"Of course your highness," said the voice from outside the carriage. Roman sat himself upright and took the hand of the coachman to get down from the carriage, Logan hooked an arm around his waist soon after.

"But I'm not hungry-" Roman murmured, he felt like he might faint soon, everything hurt so badly.

"Nonsense, I saw the food they were giving you, it would hardly feed a child, let alone a full grown prince," Janus said matter-of-factly.

"Just trust us, whatver's going on back there isnt normal, you need help Roman, and like it or not we're going to give it to you," said Logan, Roman could almost feel his gaze centering on the bruised wrists.

"Yes sir," Roman responded, finally deciding it was best not to argue in case they sent him back for disobedience. He wasnt really sure if they could do that, but he certainly didnt want to find out. He heard Logan let out a sigh as he followed him into the castle.

Soon enough he found himself seated at a small table in the kitchen, there were so many different smells that he couldnt quite place, and they were all wonderful.

"Anything specific? Any allergies?" Said a voice from behind Roman. Roman turned to find a short man with wide lilac purple eyes and wild purple hair hair holding a notepad.

"Oh uh- no- nothing that I can think of-" Roman replied, the shorter man rushed off, looking back at Roman occasionally, almost like a frightened animal.

Soon enough a plate of chicken, mashed potatoes, and a few types of vegetables was placed in front of Roman. It looked and smelled delicious, but Roman couldnt seem to reach a hand out to grab the fork and eat it.

"Is it not good?" Came the voice of the man who'd made the food.

"No it's not that- its- I dont-" Roman went quiet.

"I'm sorry. . ." Roman muttered.

"Here, I'll eat something with you so you're not alone," said the man, grabbing a few things off the shelf.

It was a few more moments before another meal was made and the man sat in the seat across from Roman.

"I'm Virgil by the way, Virgil Liddell," he said.

"Roman Prince-Duke," Roman replied.

"You're not stuck in there anymore you know, you can do what you want, they cant take you back," Virgil said as he started to eat.

"How do you know?" Roman said, taking a careful bite of his food, as though he might drop dead if he ate it to quickly. Virgil merely shrugged.

"Prince Janus is very worried about you you know, I havent seen him this frantic since Logan nearly broke a leg the day they got married," Virgil said calmly.

"He shouldnt worry, I'm fine. . ." Roman muttered.

"I highly doubt that," Roman froze as he felt Logan's arms around him.

"Good afternoon Prince Logan," Virgil said, not looking up from his food.

"I thought you were busy?" Roman said as he looked up.

"Janus is talking with his advisors, I've got nothing else to do besides dote on you," Logan said, pressing a kiss to Roman's forehead.

"You dont have to do that," Roman mumbled, biting his lip as he felt tears burn the back of his eyes.

"What if I want to?" Logan replied.

"You shouldnt," Roman said hoarsely.

"To bad, I'm going to," Logan said, pressing another kiss to Roman's forehead.

Roman almost whined when Logan moved to sit down next to him instead.

"I'm eating. . ." Roman mumbled.

"Good, you need to," Logan said, smiling and running a hand down Roman's back. Roman shuddered slightly at the touch.

It seemed like hours before Roman finally finished the meal. It felt strange, to actually be able to finish something for once, and not feel sick.

"Are you tired now my love?" Logan said as Roman let out a yawn.

"A little. . ." Roman mumbled.

"Come on then, let's get you into something comfortable," Logan said as he stood up.

"Virgil, you can go now if youd like," Logan turned to Virgil for a few seconds before holding an arm out for Roman to grab.

"Why do you call me that," Roman mumbled as they walked away.

"Call you what my love?" Logan said, turning his head slightly toward Roman.

"Call me 'my love', you've only just barely met me," Roman responded.

"I find that calling someone by an emotion makes it much easier to identify, and as we are married, calling you 'my love' makes the most sense to me, because I should certainly be able to love you, shouldnt I?" Logan answered.

"Oh. . ." Roman said quietly.

"Is something wrong?" Logan said, raising an eyebrow.

"No-" Roman responded quickly.

"Alright, let's get you into something comfortable, do you mind if I assist you?" Logan said as he opened the door to Roman's room.

"If you wish," Roman answered.

He didnt focus much, simply felt the fabric move away from his skin and the cold air rush toward him.

"Would you like me to leave so you can take that off my love?" Logan said. Roman snapped back into focus and realized he was gesturing to the white binder around his chest.

"Oh- Uhm- yes- thank you-" Roman answered. He watched as Logan scattered a few articles of clothing on the bed, and then left.

Roman sat there for a few moments before he began to change, the cloth felt soft against his skin, he tried to avoid looking at the scars and bruises littering his arms, he hoped they'd go away soon.

He just barely heard the door creak open as he buried himself in the covers, and he welcomed the embrace of the Crown Prince as he drifted off yet again.

"Dont worry my darling, you're safe and sound here," Janus muttered, Roman let out a low groan.

"I know it hurts darling, just go to sleep now, get some rest," and Roman fell into yet another dreamless sleep, clouded with something he couldnt identify, wishing for something to fix the pain in his gut.

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