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gldrushh · 8 months ago

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SUGAR AND SIN | JJK

→ TITLE Sugar and Sin.

→ PAIRING Mafia boss! Jungkook x female oc

→ BLURB Jeon Jungkook doesn't do favors, and neither does he make petty deals expect for maybe Aurora Beckett.

→ GENRE: Mafia au, grumpy x sunshine, forced proximity, slow burn, dark romance, crime/thriller.

→ W.C: 3.4K

→ WARNINGS it's jk's pov 🤷‍♀️

→ A/N sooo I couldn't help it and posted the next chapter on wattpad. Do check it out for a suprise 👀- chapter 9.

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CHAPTER 4-INTO THE SHADOWS

The world was divided into two: those who feared the shadows and those who became them. Jeon Jungkook had long since chosen his side.

Been long since he stopped fearing it.

Now, He had this awareness. He knew better than most what lay in the dark. Not just men with knives or secrets with teeth-but rules. Old ones, written in blood and debt, whispered in alleyways slick with rain, and memorized by boys who couldn’t afford to forget. Rules that didn’t come from textbooks but from men who never raised their voices and always got their way.

He was one of those men now.

The men who walked through the undercurrent of the world most people pretended didn’t exist. Past the glittering signs of borrowed wealth, through alleys that reeked of rot and rust and failed ambition. Past others with too much to prove and too little to lose. Here, money moved faster than breath, and silence was the most valuable currency.

The city never slept, but it groaned in its unrest—metal against metal, soot in the air, secrets thick as the smog that clung to its bones. It wasn’t a place that forgave the slow or the soft. And if mercy had ever existed here, it had been buried beneath concrete and blood long before Jungkook had come into it.

Jungkook understood this world. It had raised him, gutted him, taught him how to wear teeth as armor. He didn’t own it. No one did. But it respected him, the way fire respected kindling—ready to consume at the smallest spark.

Now, in the dark and haze, his name slithered like a serpent, coiling itself around its prey, squeezing until the last breath was crushed out, with the whispers of "Jeon Jungkook didn't needed a excuse."

There were rules in a city like this.

Spoken or not, they stitched themselves into the alleys, sank into the cracks of pavement and teeth. Rules like: don’t owe what you can’t repay. Don’t speak what you can’t swallow. And don’t look too long at the man who walks the streets without a shadow.

No one dared to squirm against his word and grip, only pestered and tested his non-existence patience with pleads for mercy-a concept he had long since buried beneath the cold earth along with the boy he had once been.

The streets of this city breathed desperation. It was in the grime that clung to the asphalt, in the way men clutched their vices like lifelines. Jungkook had carved his path through it, dirt building a mount under his nails as he clawed his way through.

But of course, every theory seemed to have its exception. And Jungkook lived for exceptions.

He especially enjoyed when the object of his thinning patience struggled, when they ran. The run always bristled with promises.

It gave him a thrill of hunt. A thrill he has based his life on. A thrill that reminded him of why he lived the way he did- Power wasn't something handed over-it was hunted, taken by force, hoarded in the shadows where he thrived, where he once learned to beg for it.

At least, that's what he told himself.

And when the hunger for that power surfaced, he indulged in it timely. That Thursday night was the choice for one of those times when he'd step out of the professionally cold walls of his office totake the hunt outside, letting the blackness bleed into places that weren't considered the part of the shadows. That wasn't a constriction for him. Nothing was, and if anything, the dead night served the mood, not a curtain.

The times were of his choosing, and so was the prey- a middle-aged man with homely features. They seemed to do a good job at hiding the renegade of a bastard that oh so foolishly thought that greed was his to have and screwed up with the money- his money- from the arms trade and had the nerve to dip into trafficking-without permission. That bastard thought he could crawl into Jungkook's territory, and Jungkook would let him walk free. Greed made people stupid. Stupid made them slow. Slow got them killed.

Still, he let the man tire himself out, let the desperation claw its way up his throat, let him entertain the hope that if he just ran fast enough, turned the right corner, disappeared into the right alley—maybe, just maybe, he’d wake up tomorrow.

Jungkook would take that hope from him soon enough.

The man tripped, catching himself against a wall, his hands streaking blood against the brick. He turned, chest heaving, eyes blown wide with fear.

"Please," he gasped. "I—I can fix it, I swear, I can—"

Unfortunately for him, the snake was a slithery, undulated thing, and Jeon Jungkook was no different than that. An oil soaked, poisoned viper that should never be touched.

And was he provoked, so very into the act as his prey tried to hide, run and break free from the shadow that loomed behind him, that he didn't notice when they broke into a uncharted territory.

They had crossed a border.

Jungkook hadn’t noticed at first. His mind had been honed in on the man ahead of him, the familiar rhythm of a chase—sharp breaths, stumbling footfalls, the wet smack of blood against concrete. He’d been too deep in it, too fixed on the job to register that the streets had changed.

But they had.

The gutters weren’t filled with oil or broken glass here. The walls weren’t marked with territorial signs or painted over with warnings that didn’t need words. There were no stammering drunks in the alley mouths, no fractured neon blinking overhead. Instead, the buildings stood too clean, their windows lined with flower boxes and fairy lights. Their doors painted in pastel colors that had no right being untouched this close to the city’s rotting core.

And then the scent hit him—faint, but clinging to the air like it had nowhere better to be. Sweet. Warm. Flour and vanilla and sugar crusted edges

Jungkook’s steps slowed as he swept a glance across the street. The windows glowed with soft amber light, casting square reflections onto the pavement. One door was left slightly ajar. Not broken, not forced. Just...left open, like trust hadn’t been gutted here yet.

This wasn’t his kind of place. This neighborhood hadn’t been clawed out of bone and ash. It had been built on something softer—old money, maybe. Or hope.

The coward he was hunting hadn’t been thinking about geography. Jungkook thought.

The lights were dimmed, but enough to see the silhouette of the man stumbling through the back exit, leaving a trail of red smudged across the pristine white tile like spilled wine- that was all the mattered until a flash of movement—quick, barely a shift in the dark.

A certain pair of eyes that could almost be mistaken for a deer's with how wide and enlarged they were with fear met his from a corner, trying to hide yet stayed frozen.

He could see the spooked look in them-the one he was not entirely foreign with- even in the dim lightening. The acceptance a little deer has when a truck with blinding lights and ignorance comes crashing its way to serve its end.

It had the bored look in his eyes get replaced with an uncertainty. It surprised him and twitched something in him all the same. He was almost never uncertain with a gun in his hand and lust for blood rushing through his veins.But as the man he was hunting fell to his knees, choking out pitiful pleas, Jungkook didn't move to shoot. His eyes kept shifting back to her, brows drawing in the faintest crease.

Not a man. Obviously not a threat.Small frame. Barely visible. But he saw the whites of her eyes. Wide. Unblinking.Her chest rose and fell too quickly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter like it could anchor her, like her fear hadn’t already betrayed her. He could practically feel it bleeding into the air between them.

He did not expect that. He had not expected a hindrance, a potential witness to him blowing this cowering man's brains on the floor.

Jungkook didn't like disruptions.

And yet he didn't shoot.

he didn't get rid of the hiding witness the moment he was done setting himself free from the tiresome pleads the annoying bastard was supplying his way. He didn't get rid of her even when he knew that those eyes wide with fear saw everything, not even when she passed out. Just a soft drop to the floor, like a puppet with its strings snipped, before he could even reach her, giving him a leverage to silence her without the inconvenience of her begging for her life and all that. He could have. He should have. It would've been easy.

But something stopped him. His gun lowered.

Not because of mercy. He didn’t keep things alive out of sentiment. He’d long ago unlearned softness. Stripped it from bone, burned it out of his mouth like a sickness.

Jungkook sighed, barely resisting the urge to drag a hand down his face.

And that irritated him more than anything.

Sometimes, so would the cold. It was cold. Always cold, where he came from.

Not weather-cold. Not the kind that clings to coats. It started in the soles of your feet and made its way up—slow and patient, like a vulture—settling in the marrow. The kind that made your fingers go stiff before your heart did.

Jungkook had known that kind of cold since he was old enough to understand silence meant safety and that locked doors rarely stayed locked. Had learned that warmth was a luxury. And he was poor.

Jungkook was thirteen.

The city had been wet that winter. Not snowy—just endlessly damp. The kind that turned your shoes to sponges and your breath to mist.

He remembered the sound of water dripping from pipes overhead. He remembered the flicker of a single busted light in the far corner of the alleyway that passed for a corridor in that compound. And he remembered the weight of the gun in his hand—the metal cold against his palm, too large for fingers that still hadn’t outgrown the tremble His fingers weren’t steady yet. Not like they would be. Not like they needed to be.

The floor had been concrete, but not clean. It was always wet. Always stained. Like the place itself had a memory of violence that it liked to replay.

He’d been on his knees. The cold of the ground had seeped through the thin cloth of his pants, climbing his bones. His fingers curled tight around the gun, stiff with cold, slick with sweat. It felt wrong. Too much weight in too small a grip.

But the man in front of him hadn’t looked up.

It seemed like he was already broken, his face wrecked—split lip, nose bent the wrong way, one eye already swelling shut. his voice wrecked from pleading. He wasn’t even begging anymore. That part was done and he had decided there was no point.

A lesson, they'd said.

A first.

Behind him, the man Jungkook had once called Master stood silent, a shadow wrapped in finer clothes and cruelty pressed into every seam.

"Pull the trigger, boy."

The words were a rasp, rough from years of smoke and savagery yet they sounded so casual as if he was a teacher teaching his student how to grip a pencil right.

"Do it," the voice pressed again. "Or I’ll do it for you. And then I’ll do you next."

Jungkook had swallowed hard, his throat tight, his pulse hammering against his ribs like it might burst out and lurch for the exit.He remembered his eyes stinging. Not with tears. With shame. But then because he had so much more to learn, he had then pulled the trigger.

The crack rang out sharp, echoing against damp stone and iron beams, louder than it had any right to be. The recoil punched back into his palms, the noise louder in his skull than it was in the room. The blood that followed was worse. It came fast. Hot. Splattered high, hit the side of his cheek. The man slumped forward. No gasp. Just weight.

"He shouldn't have pissed master off." He kept chanting to himself as the blood splattered around made bile rise in his throat. “He shouldn’t have—shouldn’t have—”

He just stood there, the gun still warm in his hand, as his teacher placed a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“See?” the man murmured. “It’s easy, once you stop pretending it should hurt.”

His first kill. His first lesson.

He had not hesitated since.

His fingers twitched at his side. But he had kept that to himself.

Instead of another shot ringing out, Jungkook snapped his fingers. Two of his men stepped forward without question.

“She’s not to be touched,” he said to no one in particular, but his men knew better than to hesitate.

Having his men dropped her off to her whatever cheap excuse of apartment she lived in, finding out that this deer eyed woman named Aurora Beckett runs this place which he had painted red, is supposedly a bakery.

Insignificant, really.

He convinced himself later that he didn't need to waste a precious bullet on a nobody who he could hush with some threats and a glare.

That it had been practicality.

Killing her would have been a mess. A body with no criminal ties would have invited too many questions. Loose ends, complications. And this girl didn’t fit the narrative—she didn’t have a record or a reputation. She wasn’t one of the street rats the city conveniently forgot. She looked like someone people would come looking for. Things Jungkook had no patience for.

So he decided it will be the end of it.

It wasn't.

Genuinely, what the fuck was he thinking?

(Probably one of those rules in his world—silent, brutal rules—the simpler ones: no witnesses.)

Something he considered was beneath him.

He had his infamous scowl on his face as he trudged on the creaky stairs, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare on the threadbare carpet.

The building reeked of cheap smoke and the kind of rot that didn’t come from time, but from neglect. Mold clung to the corners like it had claimed the place for itself, and the flickering overhead light buzzed like a dying insect. The hallway narrowed as Jungkook stepped in, each footfall dull against the peeling linoleum floor.

Hyunsoo said nothing, but the silence between them carried weight. He peeled away at the door, taking his post outside like always.

Jungkook didn’t pause before entering. He didn’t knock.

The office looked like what it was—tired. A desk too wide for the cramped room, the wood scarred and chipped, fake leather chairs stained with sweat and something darker. A fan spun lazily overhead, stirring the stale scent of desperation and tobacco. This wasn't the kind of business he was accustomed to-dealing with insignificant men like choi over petty real estate.

Over document. A building whose name he didn't think he remembered right.

Sangwoo looked up, his eyes bulging with fear the moment he recognized him- it was almost impossible the unfair wanna-be businessmen like him didn't hear the hint of his name around the very air of greed they breathed. And It was the same every time: fear, groveling, then obedience. Normally, it was satisfying. Today, it felt like a waste of time.

"Mr. Jeon... I-I wasn't expecting you," he stuttered, his hands fumbling to hide the cash on his desk as if that would somehow change what was coming.

He didn't bother with pleasantries. Never did. "That's because you're a fool, choi. Only a fool tries to squeeze more than what he's worth."

He saw the beads of sweat forming on his balding head. Saw Sangwoo’s lip twitching. The handkerchief he used to wipe his brow was already damp, his other hand lingering near the drawer, unsure if it should open or stay shut. his fingers trembling as he reached for a handkerchief to wipe them away. It was almost pitiful. Almost.

"I'm not sure I understand, sir," he blubbered, though the fear in his eyes told the mafia boss that he understood perfectly.

Jungkook stepped forward until he was almost looming over his desk, his gloved hand leisurely tucked in his pocket, his face giving away annoyance and boredom both.

"Aurora Beckett." He said. "The bakery."

His face paled at the mention of a certain brunette. "It's just business, Mr. Jeon. You must know stubborn tenants. I didn't-"

"And you're doing it poorly." He cut him off, my voice heavy with disdain.

"I-I can explain--"

"Don't waste my time," Jungkook snapped, tossing the deed transfer onto his desk. "Sign it. Now."

His eyes widened as he read the document, the fear palpable, "This... this is a deed transfer. You're buying the land?" and so was the confusion at seeing the man who could basically buy him twice (or maybe thrice), do petty business with him rather.

He nodded curtly, the irritation simmering just beneath the surface. "For a fraction of what it's worth. And you're going to take it."

Choi's fingers twitched. "This-this bakery, it's not even-"

Jungkook leaned in, his voice dropping to something colder. "I wasn't asking for a valuation, Choi."Jungkook said, leaning down just enough to tilt his head toward the other man. “I’m offering you a way to keep your knees intact. I suggest you take it.”

Sangwoo's hand shook as he picked up the pen, eventually signing it. Well, atleast he could brag about this whole thing of Jeon Jungkook making a deal with him in his cheap circle of friends with cheap wine, while leaving the part where he almost shit his pants the whole conversation.

The landlord finished, handing the deed back to him with a shaky hand. He snatched it from him, folding it neatly and slipping it back into his suit jacket.

"Try getting too smart again, and I won't be handling it with paper next time." He spat out before leaving the office, the weight of his presence still weighting the place.

Even after he left the place, he couldn't help but feel a disbelief over his own actions. He had allowed himself to be pulled into something small, something that shouldn't matter. He wasn't supposed to be doing favors for a woman in return for the silence he wants from her when he could silence her for life instead. But here he was, making deals on her behalf, and for what?

He had a feeling he was gonna have the answer soon.

Too engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't notice when the man walking behind him stepped forward to open the car door for him.

Nodding in acknowledgment, he slid in the back seat. Hyunsoo followed right after to settle in the driver's seat like he usually did and ignited the engine to life.

Hyunsoo drove in silence, as he always did, his focus sharp and unwavering. He wasn't the type to pry, but he knew his boss well-too well. So, when he finally spoke, his voice was measured, careful.

"If you don't mind me asking, boss... why the interest in this particular property?" His tone was cautious, respectful, but the question still grated on the mafiaso's nerves.

"It's just business," He replied, the words flat and unconvincing even to his own ears, his eyes fixed on the window.

"This place, it's not exactly high-value," he said slowly, almost as if he was thinking out loud. "And the bakery... it doesn't seem like your usual type of investment."

This wasn't his usual type of investment because it wasn't an investment at all. It was a whim.

A whim he decided he was gonna make worth his while.

"I have grown a sweet tooth." He said, bitterly enough for Hyunsoo to understand he should better keep his mouth shut.

The rest of the ride was Jungkook gazing outside at the blur of neon signs and passing cars, trying to shove the millions things that never seemed to stop overwhelming his head.

Yet one thing was clearer than the rest: Aurora Beckett was far from finished with me. And whether she realized it or not, I was far from finished with her.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkoooook #jungkook ff #bts jungkook #jungkook fiction #jungkook mafia au #mafia romance #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #fyp tumblr #dark romance #explore page

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eddysocs · 11 months ago

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Introducing: Aurora Barrow

Fandom: Everybody's Talking About Jamie

Face Claim: Chappell Roan

Full Name: Aurora May Barrow

Nickname/Alias/Pet Names: Rory

Age: 24

Myers Briggs Type: ENFJ

Love Interest: Margaret New

Occupation: Shop Girl, DJ

Collections: Makeup Palettes

Style/Clothing: Aurora's style is authentically vintage, and sometimes skewing to the hyper-femme side of things. She loves pink, glitter and sparkles, always has a bold makeup look and isn’t afraid to try something daring.

Signature Quote: "When I look in the mirror, I don’t take one thing off, I put one more on. Then I know I’m ready."

Plot Summary: Aurora has been part of the gay club scene since she was old enough to get in. Though her day job is working in a vintage clothing store, she spends her nights honing her DJ skills at various clubs in Sheffield and surrounding communities. And she’s lucky enough to catch Jamie New's debut as Mimi Me. Mimi dazzles and Aurora immediately hops onto Jamie's fan club. As Mimi starts to make more regular appearances, Aurora gets to know Jamie's mum, Margaret, and the two of them really click. Aurora doesn’t think Margaret would ever quite have the same feelings she’s begun to have for her, but supporting Jamie means more than all of that. At least until Jamie finds out how Aurora feels about his mum, and encourages her to ask her out and see what happens.

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile, @kenjioharashotspot, @hyperdrivve

#oc: aurora barrow #fc: chappell roan #fd: everybody's talking about jamie

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incandescentsims · 2 years ago

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February of Fairies - Faebruary 2023

Using the colour prompts create fairy themed lookbooks, CAS sims, dress your OCs, edits, or anything in between. Remember you don’t have to do all the prompts, pick and choose whatever inspires YOU!

And most of all have fun with them!

Tag #Faebruary 2023 or @ me for reblogs. Transcript under the cut:

Colour Prompts

The colour prompts are just a guide, you don't have to use the exact colours and you also don't have to use all the colours for each prompt. Just use what inspires you!

Fairy Floss - Coconut (SR), Bubblegum (SR), Sweet Potato (SR), Periwinkle (SR), Candy Floss (CSC)

Strawberry Fields - Turkish Delight (CSC), Sour Apple, (CSC), Key Lime Pie (CSC), Custard (CSC), Coconut (SR)

Aurora - Sweet Mint Tea (CSC), Peppermint (CSC), Blueberry (SR), Pacific Cooler (SR), Kiwi (SR)

Moonlight - Blackberry (SR), Hypothesis (AP-S), Boson (AP-S), Particle (AP-S), Goya (AP-H)

Stardust - Jellybean (CSC), Blue Raspberry (CSC), Starfruit (SR), Macaron (CSC), Blackberry Jam (CSC)

Sunset - Huckleberry Drop (CSC), Turkish Delight (CSC), Peach Ring (CSC), Dulce de Leche, Custard (CSC)

Mossy Log - Velocity (AP-S), Avocado (SR), Earhart (AP-H), Homer (AP-H), Puppy Love (CSC)

Summer Breeze - Blue Raspberry (CSC), Coconut (SR), Banana Split (CSC), Pumpkin Pie (CSC), Fudge (CSC)

Tropical Oasis - Gummi Bear (CSC), Butterscotch (SR), Blue Moon (SR), Blueberry (SR), Coconut (SR)

Rose Garden - Pommes d'Amor (CSC), Matcha Pudding (CSC), Beethoven (AP-H), Bubblegum (SR), Lychee (SR),

Valentine - Red Licorice (CSC), Strawberry (SR), Shakespeare (AP-H), Aniseed (CSC), Coconut (SR)

Shortcake - Fruit Chew (CSC), Watermelon (SR), Butterscotch (SR), Chocolate (SR), Matcha (SR)

Winter Glitter - Jellybean (CSC), Lupine (SR), Sweet Potato (SR), Periwinkle (SR), Custard (CSC)

Frost - Coconut (SR), Candy Floss (CSC), Genome (AP-S), Popsicle (CSC), Jellybean (CSC)

Colour palettes used:

SR - Sorbets Remix

CSC - Candy Shoppe Collection

AP-H - Academia Palette Historian

AP-S - Academia Palette Scientist

created by @noodlescc

created by @berrygameplay

created by @serindipitysims

#faebruary 2023 #february of fairies #the sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 cas challenge #cas challenge

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spacetimewraithwrites-archive · 3 years ago

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#FridayKiss Tag Game II

Rules: post a smooch between your OCs for Friday. It can be as light as a peck or as intense as a makeout. It can be romantic or platonic or familial. As long as a smooch takes place it’s free reign!

I was tagged six hundred years ago by @zmwrites, and I’m tagging @drippingmoon, @druidx, @ashen-crest, and @drabbleitout even though it is, where I am, no longer Friday oop

I uh...I don’t yet have a lot of kisses in the series that don’t escalate hahaHA, but here’s a fun little alien-y bit from Aurora for y’all!

When the party wound down and everyone went their separate ways, Warren stumbled into the bulkhead a couple of times before he held onto Thrive on the way to their quarters.

"Are you alright?" Thrive asked him.

"Yeah." Warren laughed at himself. "Yeah, sorry. It's been a while. You're sober by now, I'm guessing."

"Just about, yes. I feel a bit inebriated still."

Warren inhaled a lungful of air through his nose and grasped Thrive's hand. "There's somethin' I've wanted to do for a really long time and I think I'm finally blasted enough to ask you."

Thrive turned to him expectantly as they reached their quarters. He peered down at Warren in amusement.

Warren rubbed his eyes and attempted to summon the courage, leaning into the wall for support. "Okay, uh...if this offends you in any way, you can just...say no. It's fine, I'm not tryin' to be labeled a screwball."

"Where is this going," Thrive asked somewhat cautiously.

"Can I…um, I've…I've always been a little curious about what it would be like…to kiss you when you're in obhelian form."

Thrive's eyebrows nearly jumped off his face in their haste to shoot closer to his hairline.

"Yeah." Warren giggled nervously. "I dunno. Is that wrong? Does that make you uncomfortable? I don't want you to think I'm like…trying to be weird about it. It's just…"

"It's a fair request," Thrive interrupted gently. "We're married, and I'm not human. It gives me great relief to know that you're not put off by my natural form, and, to be quite frank…I've hoped you would ask me this."

Warmth pooled at the bottom of Warren's stomach. "Really?"

"I didn't want to bring it up myself in case you thought it too bizarre." Thrive peered down the hall over Warren's shoulder. "I've held out hope that you would desire being physically intimate with me in any way when I'm natural. But I never should have doubted you, even for a second."

"Most people would've called me a freak and left it at that."

"I would like to make sure you're not only asking me this because you're drunk," Thrive said.

Warren shook his head. "I said it already; I've always wanted to kiss you while you're natural. I've only just now got the confidence to ask. I didn't want you to be insulted or something."

Thrive nodded, then glanced down the hall over Warren's shoulder. "Would you prefer the privacy of our quarters?"

"I mean, sure, in case this goes somewhere weird."

Thrive wordlessly ushered Warren into their quarters, locking the door behind them. The tension resulting from that action alone made Warren's heart pound hard against his ribs, doubling in speed when Thrive placed his strong hands on his hips and pulled him against his body.

Warren met him in a heated kiss, tasting the alcohol on his tongue, breath coming out ragged with each slide of Thrive's lips across his own. His knees grew weak, clutching Thrive's shoulders to hold himself upright as heat flushed into him.

Thrive nipped Warren's bottom lip before pulling his head away, fingers digging into Warren's hips as he backed him in the direction of the bed. He sat down and kept Warren standing firmly in front of him. "Ready?"

Warren nodded, brain in a haze.

The amber halo consumed Thrive, elongating his structure, stretching his hands, and he almost towered over Warren even while sitting. His eyes caught the light of the room and glittered, like billions of stars sewn into the velvety fabric of space. His face, angular and striking with shadows cutting under his cheekbones and jaw and highlighting the dimpled temples.

Warren reached a trembling hand up to Thrive's face, ghosting his fingers over his cheeks, the small bump of his otherwise flat nose, the crease of space between his eyes. He carefully cupped his jaw, smoothed his thumbs over his richly rust-colored skin. His lips were thinner than they were in human form, but they were still there, and Warren traced their shape in reverence.

Thrive's hands slid up to Warren's back, gingerly pulling him even closer. "You can still change your mind."

"No, no…god, Thrive." Warren's eyes briefly fluttered shut at the sound of his obhelian voice whispering to him. He shivered at the long hands creeping up his spine. "God, I love every one of your molecules. This"—he cradled Thrive's face again—"is literally…the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life."

Thrive unexpectedly lifted him from under the arms and brought him onto his lap, much thinner but just as powerful. Warren threw his arms around his neck and crushed his lips to Thrive's natural ones.

Soft leather against his still-sensitive skin. Warren groaned in surprise, overwhelmed with new tastes, new sensations, but all still very Thrive. He took in his unfiltered scent and nearly came undone right then and there, a sharp breath at the deeply concentrated transference of feelings between them. Thrive held him tight, enveloped him, leaned him forward almost parallel to the floor so he could wrap a single massive hand around his thigh.

And Warren didn't even realize for a moment that Thrive had stopped kissing him. He opened his eyes to find he was supported over the floor with a single arm under his back and the other hand at the back of his head.

"Baby steps," Thrive murmured, gazing down at Warren with soft eyes. "Was that alright?"

Warren, now numb with lust, nodded, his mind already far ahead of them. "Yeah. That…wow. I…"

"I don't have what you require in this form," Thrive said, chest rumbling against Warren's with every word. "Not physically, anyway. And judging by your dilated pupils and accelerated heart rate, I'm going to hazard a guess and say you would like to take this further."

"The fact that I'm rock hard didn't give that away?"

"I'm going to switch back—"

"No." Warren's breath came in quick, and he was a little concerned at how comfortable he found their current position. "No…stay like this."

Thrive's expression gained an abundance of interest in this development. "Ah." A slow smile cracked across his face. "...So the humans were right about you after all."

#tag game #oh it's gonna be like that huh #I haven't been at my laptop in a full-ass week #October is barreling at me at the speed of FUCKING LIGHT #I gotta keep reminding myself I have no deadline lmao

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ponydoodles · 5 years ago

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Mod Masterpost

Here’s a post 4 all of u mobile users, all of the mods in one place! It includes the pic of their ponysona/mod pony, a little description and their social media (If available). If they don’t have any social media listed, DO NOT ask for them, they’re not there for a reason!

Click on “Keep Reading!” This post will be updated accordingly!

absolutely exhausted and gay

gender?? no thanks, i’ve had gender once and didn’t like it

cries at every movie

fav things to draw: Muffins, Twilight, Twuffins, Luna, redesigns and headcanons, silly things and memes

Hi there!! Im mod Mizzle (formerly mod Ivy!!) and im the creator of ponydoodles! I like cats, bugs and staying up late until 5am. I’m a part time freelance artist and I’d love to draw for you! Check out my carrd for more details !! <33

carrd | tumblr | ?????

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slow @ art

loves All ocs

pink

ponydoodles’ only triple hired mod

favorite stuff 2 draw: uhh cute pony interactions??? is that a thing??

hi!! i’m mod glitter and i draw here sometimes. i’m not super good at drawing regularly but i do my best!! also i lov Pink. So Much

carrd | tumblr | :)

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▪︎ I’ve loved mlp since 2012, and I’ve been a mod here since 2018!

▪︎ My ponysonas name is Homebody!

▪︎pronouns are she/her or they/them!

▪︎my favorite characters are flim and flam! Love me some rat bastards!

▪︎my main tumblr is @bubaluv , and I’m bubaiuv on deviantart!

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carnival enthusiast

art is my life and animation is my oxygen

hella neurodivergent

magic is real

I’m called Ferris ✦ I make cartoons full time, but sometimes I like to treat myself to a happiness-infused doodle of candy-colored horses. I’m here to share some of those doodles with 𝕐𝕆𝕌, 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕍𝕀𝔼𝕎𝔼ℝ, and contribute to the positive vibes this blog radiates!!! tumblr ✦ =) ✦ deviant

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the boy so nice they named him twice

XxUltimateDiscordLoverxX

ponies be like: im transing my gender

hii!! im mod treat and i use they/he pronouns!! i love ponies a whole bunch and i love drawing them even more! i joined the blog because i love making people happy and im super hyped to be here!!!

Tumblr - Instagram - Deviantart

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The Theatre System (no, none of them will draw for me hdvbdhcv)

ponies w/ paws r my shit. also ill try to b canon-adjacent w/ my weird art hdxhs

gender is *muffled fluid mogai ramblings*, n im an aroace lesbian uwu

if im not thinking about pinkiedash, lovecore, or danganronpa im dead

hehe hi! im mod cottonskittles, head empty only pinkiedash, and i just like drawing for free lol,, i kin rd so im very dumb (/j im gr8), and uhhhh my art changes a lot sorry :pensive: also i rlly like to draw pinkiedash, of course hbvdsxc hope to have a fun time on the blog :3c

DA | tungler | ponydoodles tag

hiya!! I’m a new mod!! call me Bug Juice!! some facts ab me:

- I’m super ultra mega gay + ace 😎

- I keyboard smash a LOT and at this point it’s just a part of me

- I like mlp almost as much as I like jjba

- my fav mlp ship rn is Parcel Post x Braeburn and I have NO clue why HDBDND

I don’t use my main tumblr much but I do have instagram!! and a linktree!!!

(image text reads: BUG JUICE, he • him)

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Hey guys/gals/nonbinary pals, formally Mod Techno (Now Mod Salem) here, I turned 20 recently and since I was gonna have to go into my mod page anyway to update it, I thought I might as well completely refresh it to fit me more!

★My name is Sam, you may know me from my other art accounts as Punkpride, but you can just refer to me as Mod Salem here to keep things nice and clean!

★This is my new ponysona called Salem! They’re a batpony/changeling hybrid, and due to being so, they can only transform their hoof wings/eyes/mane to different colors/shapes/styles.

★My pronouns are They/Them, He/Him, and Xey/Xem!

★I’m agender and queer. Gender? never heard of them.

★My favorite ponies are Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Lightning Dust! (I ship them all together like a maniac in my ng/in general too lol)

★I’m a piercings and punk aesthetic FANATIC

★You can find me on every platform I’m on/more about me here

★Check out my current ponydoodles art tag

★Check out old ponydoodles art tag

[image description: two drawings of my (Zoë) ponysona, Square Peg, who is a red earth pony wearing a tie dye shirt. the first drawing is large and drawn in a chalky style, and the second is small and drawn in a cartoon style. her pronouns (and mine) are she/her!]

i’m Mod Square, aka Zoë! i love mlp, emoji, and party games. my hobbies include rickrolling and using the taco bell rewards app. i play with my style a lot but i hope to always capture an air of carefree fun in my art!!!!!

ponydoodles tag | main blog | pony blog

Click for page two! ➡️

FORMER MODS

List of mods that are no longer on the blog! (Any mod that used to be a part of our blog but isn’t listed here we most likely don’t want to associate with no more)

Mod Irracat

Mod Aurora

Mod Moon

Mod Vivi

Mod Nyxa

Mod Sketch

Mod Sang

Mod Sabbath

Mod Elf

Mod Purble

#mod masterpost #masterpost

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 years ago

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OC Olympian Tag – Aurora Anderson

Requested by @the-october-reviewer

Rules: Bold those traits and aesthetics that apply to your character.

OC: Aurora Anderson

#aurora anderson #about aurora a #olympian ask #somewhere only we know

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the-lady-oneill · 6 years ago

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Tagged by @the-self-proclaimed-prince

Rules: Tell 20 facts about yourself and tag 20 people

[Tumblr] Nickname: Bethyy

Biggest Pet Peeve: so I currently work two days a week in the construction industry and my god the amount of men who get REALLY pissy when I [a 4′10″ young female] try to explain something like “no, sir, that cabinet isn’t missing a door, it’s a corner cabinet it’s SUPPOSED to be like that”, or “yes but your measurements are incorrect and here’s why you’re gonna have a bad time” -- REALLY irks me. Or just the “Oh, can you help me or should I ask one of the guys” -- YES I CAN FUCKING HELP YOU I WORK HERE.

Zodiac: Aries

Height: 4′10″

Last movie I watched: ...I feel like it wasn’t the Lego Batman movie, but that’s the most recent one I can remember.

Last thing I googled: “lush, ireland”, because I couldn’t remember if there WERE lush stores in Ireland and I needed it for an RP reply xD

Favorite Musicians: it changes constantly but currently listening to a lot of: Aurora Asknes, Hayley Blais, David Bowie, Sleeping at Last, The Wailing Jennys, Collectif Cieux Ouverts, Vienna Teng, Wardruna, Fallout Boy, Panic! At the Disco, For King and Country, Will Regan and the United Pursuit Band, Dara MacLean, Crowder, and Jordan Feliz.

Song stuck in my your head: I honestly woke up with nothing stuck in my head today.

Other blogs: @ediopologiist (DW OC), @xfirstbcrn (Seamus O’Neill, Ultana’s brother-in-law), @exsousiis (multi-muse for O’Neill related muses...and currently a lot of other muses bc I’m trash), @aeterniis (multi-muse for Naethri related muses), @house-tyrconnell (what it says on the tin), and @encyclopedia-thol (info about the RP verse me and @the-self-proclaimed-prince have created).

Do you get asks: Not really. If I do it’s usually from @the-self-proclaimed-prince!

Amount of sleep: Depression is STRONG these days so usually 9+ hours of sleep unless I have to be somewhere in the morning or set an alarm.

Lucky number(s): 4 and 7

What are you wearing?: sweatpants and a sweatshirt right now...I’ll change in a bit because I’m not trying to feed the depression monster.

Dream job: so the weird thing is that I’m actually working my dream job as a professional writer. I would like to take it a step further and become a professional published author (and also perhaps work in the film industry a little) but right now I’m pretty content.

Dream trip: Bruh. Everywhere. Right now though I’m actively planning a trip to Scotland.

Favorite food: fuck man don’t ask me questions like this. I just love food. But maybe tacos.

Instruments you play: the only instrument I play well is guitar. Other than that I technically learned violin (none of my current violins are playable, though, as I’ve broken strings and my lazy ass hasn’t gotten around to repairing them). I’m learning ukulele and would like to relearn piano.

Languages you speak: English fluently. I can read Koine (New Testament) Greek, and also can understand (but not speak) Spanish. (Unless the speaker has a very strong accent, as I learned Spain-Spanish and sometimes have trouble if the speaker is from Honduras or Puerto Rico).

Favorite songs: The Pina Colada Song, Africa - Toto (I know), Soft Universe, Animal, and Queendom - Aurora Asknes, Glitter and Gold - Barns Courtney, Welcome to the Jungle - X Ambassadors, Short Skirt Long Jacket - Cake, Try Everything - Shakira, Saturn - Sleeping at Last, One - Sleeping at Last, Castle on a Hill - Ed Sheeran, Little Wonders - Rob Thomas, Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash, Jetpack Blues - Fallout Boy, Wholly Yours - Crowder, Collide - Howie Day, Uh yeah I’ll stop now but I could totally keep going.

Describe yourself with aesthetic stuff: rainy days, crinkled maps, rock music at 3AM, black ink, messy notebooks, clothes on the floor, buzzcuts, black nail polish, turtlenecks, sunflowers, sunsets, sleepy cats, oxford shoes, sweatpants, but also suit jackets, soft lips, holding hands, the feel of your hand out a car window, roadtrips, too-full bookshelves, movie nights, history museums, van gogh, quiet coffee shops

Who’s Up Next? tagging @silentbehaviorisms, @matriarcarivera, @psychwtch, and literally anyone who wants to.

#about the mun #idk i need a new mun tag I've forgotten mine

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