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Poly!141 x Neurodivergent!reader Masterlist
First post
Seeing Johnny and Simon kiss for the first time
How John is with you at work
You realise you like Kyle
You ignore them
How Johnny knew you were their soulmate
saw this twt post and had an epiphany
What if captive mer reader and mer ghost were like betas and some other fish where domestic ones were bright and colorful and had exaggerated fins and stuff and the wild ones were duller and had more appropriate fins !
Ohhhh this is so close to how I pictured it!!!!
In my mind juveniles of the species are bright red, because red light doesn't reach their usual depths. However, captive mers are displayed in bright/well-lit tanks, so their red color is very vibrant and attractive to viewers. For that reason reader was bred to retain those bright red colors with black patterning (adults of the species are fully black with white patterns)
Just like you said, I also imagine reader to have larger fins, selected to be visually appealing at the cost of reader swimming a bit odd. That, with the fact reader grew in captivity and is quite small for an adult, means they really do look like a weird pup.
Aaggggagag I wanna draw it when I get homeee( ´Đ`)ă
Still thinking about [captive bred mer!reader and wild mer!ghost] and their first feeding time together....
You spend so long in that little cave, tucked into the shadowy corner whenever the big mer swam by. He was just so big! And spiky in places you aren't, and all the wrong colors!
After awhile he leaves you alone, instead swimming laps in the giant pool, chirping...something. you still don't understand him. It was easy to calm down in your cave, knowing he couldn't fit. It was harder to ignore your growing hunger.
You don't know how you'll get food, it's too scary to swim up and do the tricks! Just the thought of doing your usual splashing and flying from the water with the big mer around....no. best not to.
So you hunker down, tuck your tail over your arms and open you vents for the long night. It's not the first time you'll go without food but it never gets easier.
Something thunks outside your cave entrance, startling you out of your half-sleep.
A....crab? It's definitely a crab! Oh, wow! You didn't know there were any in the pool! Excited, you swim out to say hi. chest brushing the rock so you can be eye level, you chirp "hai!!! Helloooo!!! Hi!!"
The crab doesn't move. Hrm. Strange. You bat at it, churring in curiosity when it simply floats away a bit, still not moving. You paw at it, inspecting it, worried it might be sick andâ
A loud rumble above youâ the mer! You go to dart back into your cave only to realize it's so far away. He rumbles more, reaching a giant hand down to pluck the crab from its place, and instead place food down!
Ah. He must be helping the crab out.
You eat the food, making sure to save some for the big mer because even if he's scary he's helping the crab so you suppose he should eat too. He brings more and more, and you eat your fill for the first time in...a long time.
Above the surface, two workers talk to eachother about your feeding method. It seems whole foods don't work, but ghost is willing to tear them up for you. They will continue to monitor.
#ghost: oh my god it doesn't know how to eat this pup is so helpless oh my god
#reader eating the crab: yayyy food!! i hope mr crab is okayđĽş
#nothingburger inspired by the thought reader was never given live food to prevent them attacking the aquarium animals

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Thinking about mer!reader who was born in captivity meeting mer!ghost who was born wild...
You both meet in a mer sanctuary, you having been rescued from an aquarium going bankrupt and ghost under treatment for a boating strike. You've never seen another mer before, but the strange creature in your tank undeniably is one, that much you instincts tell you.
But....but he's so big, bigger than anything you've seen before! You doubt he could ever comfortably fit in your tank! Just looking at him makes your fins flutter nervously, hiding in the rocks on the shelf built into the pool.
He keeps peeking into your cave, chirping and churring in a way that makes your instincts perk but you don't really understand. Safety? Pod? You don't know.
Meanwhile, ghost is losing his mind.
This strange mer is too damn small, and he keeps trying to ask "are you okay? I'm safe, did they hurt you?" But all it does is squeak like a pup and hide!
Ghost can't fit into the tiny cave with the mer, and his instincts are already freaking out because he's separated from his pod! He needs to protect the weird pup!
....how the hell the workers intend to care for you when ghost is at risk of drowning anyone who tries, they have no idea.
Request fill for nonny who wanted captive vs wild mer!!!
#reader was severely stunted growth wise bc of the small pool they just dont know it
#also ghost is middle of his life and the pod protector so he's extremely paternal
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Dove (A Zombie!Ghost Story) Masterlist
This fic got long so it gets its own masterlist lol.
Sick <3 Masterlist - Complete
Zombie!Ghost x Survivor You â˘ď¸đ¤
MDNI - Over 18s only
Splish splash
Simon Ghost Riley
Blink once for yes
Donât peek
âIâm scared.â
Clumsy kisses
âPlease.â
Talk
Forbidden
Run
Heart to heart
Feral - Readers POV
Tame - Simonâs POV
Cuffs on for the time being.
Take me back to Eden
A Place Beyond Love
No Rest for the Wicked
Lightening Never Strikes Twice
Lead, and we will follow
Without you Iâd die (again)
Headcanons
What does Zombie!Si look like in sick?!
How did Zombie!Si get turned?
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in most of your works where reader is a parent/guardian, the hild is always a baby and rarely a toddler. I think they're cute, I love every single one of them, but I was wondering, would you ever write something involving a bigger kid? (like 7-8) I'm a sucker for storylines that have the kid be jealous or apprehensive of their parent / guardian's partner, the ones I see are always been wholesome and just tooth rooting fluff.
I know it's a cliche, but I love it.
Idk i honestly don't find kids that appealing to write about đđ like they're cute and all but parenthood kind of freaks me out and writing kids makes me think too much about that lol
With babies it'd like....at least they're cute and tiny. So that's why I write so many babies hehe :3
I was inspired by the ask above, I don't usually write reader forward narrative so this was a fun exercise. Thank you Rommy!
Hope you guys like them.
Price â Â Neglect
Gaz â Embarrassment
Soap â Distrust
Ghost â Hesitant
Soap - Distrust
Inspired by this ask!
Johnny would honestly admit he skipped over the âabout meâ section of dating profiles, more interested in the photos. Yours however had an eye-catching first line â CHILD FREE, NOT LOOKING TO DATE ANYONE WITH KIDS.Â
That was fine with him. He had no plan to settle down because he didnât think it fair to leave a family for weeks or months at a time. He also wouldnât want to date someone with bairns and grow attached just to have the relationship end.
âŚHe swiped right.
At the first date you were upfront about not just being child free, you were infertile. When he didnât immediately end the date or start lecturing, you figured to throw the next dating hurdle at him. You were a dedicated pet-parent to a 14-year-old longhair tabby named Evangelina or Evie. Johnny admitted he was excited to meet her, he was a huge animal lover but, with his work and traveling so much he hadnât had a pet of his own in years.
You warned him that Evie might not approach him right away. The last man youâd brought home had kicked her when her claws got stuck on his trousers. Johnny was livid at the thought of someone kicking a defenseless animal. You soon had him snorting Ale from his nose as you described twisting the fiendâs arm behind his back and marching him out of your home. Making sure to give the man a harsh shove off your stoop.
The first time he visited your home he found himself sitting across from a cat that was honest to God glaring at him. In each photo you had shown him Evie had looked at you with pure adoration. The look she was giving him, however, was a mix of annoyance and disgust. âKeep the heid wee beastie, Ah'm no here fur a square-go.â Johnny tried to make nice, offering his hand for Evie to smell only for her to puff out her tail. She was NOT happy with your guest.
As time passed and he kept coming around the wee beastie resigned herself to growling at him from under furniture and around corners. Climbing up her tower to hiss at him should he get too close or speak too loudly in her presence. She even refused to take Dreamies from him!Â
The first time he showered at yours Evie had nipped at his feet from under the vanity. You apologized profusely while applying ointment. Johnny laughed your concern away, saying it was a decent ambush and heâd need to secure the bathroom better next time.Â
Things didnât improve with the wee besom until 8 months into your relationship.Â
He wasnât worried when you didnât reply to his âback at baseâ text after a few hours. It was normal not to be in contact for days or weeks at a time so he didnât take it personal when you didnât immediately reply. By the second day without even a thumbs up he was beginning to worry. Rushing over to your home and letting himself in with the key you had only recently given him, found you tucked up in bed. You wheezed a bit as you slept on oblivious to his panicked arrival. Your beastie lay curled against your chest, puffed up and staring him down as if daring him to wake you.Â
Satisfied you were alive; Johnny began clearing the tissues that hadnât made it into the wastebasket and left you to sleep. He decided to make himself useful, emptying the bin, starting a load of laundry and rummaging through your cupboards to make a grocery list. Eventually he returned to your room with a fresh bottle of water for the next time you woke up. Beside it he set down a bowl of water and some kibble, having noticed the nearly empty bowls in your kitchen. Your beloved fur-baby had clearly refused to leave your side.
He would later swear that Evie had looked at him with surprise instead of her usual disgust. Telling everyone that would listen, âThat was the day the wee beastie realized I wasnae the baddie.â
Sitting on your desk was now a photo of you and Johnny holding Evie. Your girl had purred so loudly as Johnny had wrapped his arms around to give her chin a scratch. It was a proper family photo and the one Johnny also kept a copy of.
Notes-
itâs been a while since I spoke with a Scottish person so I didnât attempt the accent but I did include phrasing Iâm familiar with.
I have a set of pictures of my elderly cat looking at me, eyes wide and happy, the next pic she notices her new sister (the baby) and she is clearly angry LOLÂ
Besom is an insult towards a female, meaning like nasty, awful or unpleasant woman.
Ghost â Hesitant
Inspired by this ask!
You hadnât meant to start a relationship with your quiet neighbor. Honestly you just wanted him to eat something homemade once in a while. The flat you and your son lived in was only 1 of 6 units so it was very common to run into the other residents coming and going. Except the large man with the scared face. You could go months at a time without seeing him. But when you did see him, he always had a bag of takeaway â that just wouldnât do.Â
It wasnât until later youâd realize Simon had been sweet on you. Even if only by the fact that he allowed you to bully him into coming over for dinner. Or that he willingly exchanged phone numbers so you could plan better instead of just flagging him down in the hallway.
Your son was less enthusiastic about your dinner guest. At 9 years old he was painfully shy and insecure about everything he did. His father truly was to blame, calling the boy a âsissyâ for crying â even when his hamster died. Or taking him to the gym to âtoughen him upâ when the scrawny 5-year-old was walloped by an older kid at the park.
So, it wasnât a surprise that after 4 years of dating Simon, conversation between them was still stilted and superficial.  Nearly nothing personal being shared by either of them. But Simon did keep trying to make a connection with your son. If only so things were less awkward with the now teenager whenever Simon stayed over.
You felt Simon shifting around again, hearing him let out an annoyed huff you rolled over. Sleepily you asked, âYour back? Or dreams?â
Simon sighed and sat up, âMâ mind wonâ shut up.â Rubbing his face as he walked around to your side of the bed, and leaned down he kissed your forehead, âSorry to wake you, Love. Go back to sleep. Iâll be downstairs.â You let out a groggy agreement, quickly slipping back to sleep.
Hours later as the sun was starting to rise, your son made his way out to the courtyard, a bowl of cat food for the strays in hand. He paused seeing Simon sitting out on the patio. As he contemplated going back inside he couldnât stop his curiosity at seeing what Simon had in his hands, âIs that a sock?â
Simon grunted to acknowledge the question, âYep, just about done too.â
Setting down the food he sat in the chair opposite his mumâs boyfriend, âAlright, Iâll biteâŚwhy are you knitting a sock?â Â
Simonâs scarred mouth twitched with amusement, âItâs healthier than smoking.â He chuckled at the unimpressed look the boy gave him, âKnitting is like meditating for me. Once my hands know the rhythm my mind can take a break and relax for a bit.â
The 2 of them sat together a bit longer, a couple of stray cats making their way over to eat the breakfast your son set out.Â
By the time you woke up they were back in the flat preparing breakfast. Your son and Simon discussing their plans for the day. It wasnât an enormous difference but, your son seemed to be genuinely engaging in the conversation. You almost pinched yourself to make sure you werenât still asleep.
Notes-
Simon would absolutely keep Simon and Ghost separate entities to better compartmentalize life vs work. Plus walking around the city center with a balaclava is going to attract so much more attention than scars or really he could wear a medical mask and let people think heâs a germaphobe.
Crafting has been a form of therapy for as long as thereâs been war â check out the drawings and paintings done by WW1 soldiers.
One of my teachers was deployed and while in the middle of the fking desert they taught other soldiers how to knit & crochet â whatever the person was more comfortable with. Like me, my teacher could do both â weâre bi-stitchual LOL
Gaz â Embarrassment Â
Inspired by this ask!
In the 3 years since your husband died you had made it a point to attend as many of your sonâs football matches as possible. Trying to fill the hole left by his fatherâs loss to the best of your ability.  Attending these matches had also helped ease your grief, finding community with the other parents.
Now here you were standing beside the pitch, blushing like a teenager as Coach Garrickâs brother smiled at you. Heâd introduced himself as Kyle, laughing that, âThereâs already one Coach Garrick, and two Garricks on the pitch, a fourth is excessive.â  The man was fit and funnyâŚand military like your late husband. Shit, you didnât think you had a type but, maybe you did.
As the match wrapped up Kyleâs attention was brought back to the pitch and you were left to be elbowed by Mrs. Hamond. The woman never missed a thing, thankfully she wasnât malicious about itâŚjust annoyingly juvenile.Â
As your son approached you after the match, you noticed he seemed irate despite his team winning. Setting a hand on his shoulder you asked, âWhatâs wrong sweetie?â
He huffed and shoved your hand away, âWhatâs wrong?! My mum just spent the entire match mooning over Coach Kyle! In front of everyone. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is?!â With a final aggravated growl he turned and rushed away from you.
âSoâŚâ You turned and saw Kyle standing a few feet away, clearly having overheard the outburst. âIf thatâs his reaction to us smiling at each other â how do you think heâll react when he finds out weâre dating?â
Groaning, you shuffled over to him and dropped your head on his chest. He chuckled as he rubbed his hands up and down your back, telling you it everything was going to be fine. âPlease donât let him upset you, Babe. Heâll come around eventually.â
Shoving down your worry you snuggled further into his chest enjoying his warmth, âI hope so. Iâll try talking to him while youâre gone. Hopefully - when you get back- the three of us can get a bite to eat?â
Wishing him a safe trip back to Hereford and promising to text him once you arrived home, you gave him another quick kiss before reluctantly walking away.
Notes-
It really depends on the person and family dynamics - but, you should introduce your kid to the person you're dating fairly early in the relationship. Especially if it's just you and your kid/s.
Teenage boys are little shits, they're either super protective of their mum or super embarrassed by her dating.
Price â Neglect
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After 22 years of marriage, your husband John was finally retiring from the military. It hadnât been the most stable relationship, but it worked for you. You were both career driven, his position taking him away for long stretches of time. Meaning for the last 16 years you had been raising your daughter and running the household mostly alone. Now you werenât entirely sure how John was going to fit into the life you and your daughter built.
A week into Johnâs retirement you had settled down with a cup of tea when you heard car doors slam shut, voices growing louder as they approached the door. Your daughter stormed into the sitting room red faced.
Your husband stormed in after her looking equally, if not more, upset, â- idea where you were? That you might have been in an accident or abducted!â
You quickly stood to separate them, hands up in a placating manner.Â
John looked at you with clear frustration, âShe said you allow her to go to her friendâs house whenever, that she doesnât have to ask permission before taking off.â
Your daughter scoffed, âIâm 16 not 6, I havenât needed to ask permission to go to a friendâs house in years.â
Reluctantly you nodded and confirmed, âThatâs true, sheâs been friends with the same girls since they were in nappies. And I trust her to stay out of trouble.â
John rubbed a hand down his face, âRight, Iâm not even going to tell you how damn reckless that is. Weâre going to establish some ground rules, starting off â young lady donât walk away while Iâm talking to you.â
Your daughter laughed loudly in disbelief from her bedroom doorway, âOh, no. You donât get to try and act like a parent now. Not after ignoring me my entire fucking life.â
Calmly she met Johnâs eye and continued, âI donât have a father. Youâre just my mumâs husband.â Shutting her door, the sound of her lock deafening in the silence that settled around you.
John stood staring at the closed door, his face unreadable, his arms hanging at his sides. The only sign he was affected by your daughterâs words was the tense set of his shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he turned and marched out of the house, the door closing behind him with a snap.Â
Notes-
While I don't think Price would have stayed married - like every other service member he's definitely been married and divorced at least once LOL
Honestly, at this point in my life I wouldn't mind a part time spouse - I enjoy my life as is and my kiddos keep me pretty busy so if the other person just came round for sex that'd be fine. ...a type of FWB but, with better tax returns.

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CALL OF DUTY
Do people not know that A03 has a Share button that will automatically generate a Tumblr post with your title, rating, summary, link, and tags that you can just post?
I've been seeing what feels like an increasing amount of folks just slapping the link in a post -- and not even a hyperlink, just the raw link -- and calling it good.
WHAT
Please, my friends, spread the word! Show our fellows there is an easier path to share their work!
I feel like this was a pointed attack -I'm on my phone, hyper links don't always paste correctly đ