Just some pumpkin patch love that I doodled at work :) Abe belongs to @pomp-a-doodles !
H/C: She bought him that flannel shirt but she ended up borrowing it and forgot to give it back lol
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Just some pumpkin patch love that I doodled at work :) Abe belongs to @pomp-a-doodles !
H/C: She bought him that flannel shirt but she ended up borrowing it and forgot to give it back lol

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some crack babies with my coffee queen java. Ice Coffee- Java/Colton RGSnowBellz Coffee wolf- java/Lupe Askthewerewolfprince Coffee Cloud- Java/Carla MissPomp CoffeeBun- Java/buni CoffeeFae- Java/Blair (im keeping this one) SketchBunnyPlus
Nic being stressed/overworked/sleep depreibed and his lily takeing care of him.
Fight Like a Man (Drabble)
Despite having blood dripping from her lips and several bruises starting to form, Ainsley stood her ground as she looked at the larger boy before her. It was the afternoon and Ainsley had finished her chores up early to deal with thisĀ ābullyā of hers. She had enough of him teasing her and pulling her hair, so she decided to settle things the only way she knew how--by fighting.Ā āWhatās the matter? Yehā gonna cry Ainsley?ā he mocked her--but despite that, he had several bruises, and even a black eye from how hard and fast she swung at him.Ā āNo, ahām just gonna have to kick your butt again and again until yehā leave me alone.ā She Ahā donāt care how hard yehā fight, yurā still just a wee lassy who can only do so much! Ahām bigger and ahām stronger than yehā, so whoās gonna kick whoās butt?ā he spat back as he grabbed her by the hair and began to try and drag her.Ā āO-Ouch! Let go!ā she screamed at him as she attempted to dig her nails into his hands (if only she hadnāt bitten them off prior to). Before she knew it, she heard the boy being knocked off his feet and onto the ground with a loud thud and screams of pain and punches followed shortly after.Ā
āWhy donāt yehā pick on someone yurā on size?āĀ
A familiar voice rang out, and instantly Ainsley got up to see none other than Abe coming to her defense. He had the boy in a half guard and ground pounded him until he shoved him as well and the two of them began to fight. Ainsely felt her blood begin to boil as he began to hit Abe before she ran over and jumped on the kidās back, her small arm wrapped tightly around his neck in a choke hold.Ā āYehā leave Abe alone! Yurā fightās with me bub!ā she growled as she tightened her grip on his throat.Ā āL-Let go yehā psycho!ā he screamed, and before he knew it, he was being double teamed by them both.Ā
āYehā donā fight girls!ā
āAnd ahā wonāt let yehā get away with hittinā Abe!ā
The two of the yelled at him as the chastised the poor kid to pure tears.Ā āAlright! Yehā win!ā he sniffled, his eyes blackened and his bruises getting darker by the second.Ā āY-Yehā just watch yurā back Croft! This isnāt over! You too Pattern!ā he wailed before running away like a poor little Pugkin pup. The two of them looked at each other, their breathing heavy and their bodies bruised and scraped before Ainsley turned and punched Abe in the arm.
āHey! Whaā was thaā for?!ā He howled at her before seeing the intense frown on her face.Ā āAhā had him! Next time, donāt interfere with my fight!ā She yelled at him before crossing her arms.Ā āHad him?! He was practically dragging yehā, and yehā HAD HIM?!ā Abe retorted back with an equally agitated face.Ā āYes!Ā ānd whatāsĀ this ahā hear about yehā donā hit girls? Yehā hit me all the time yehā pompinā liar!ā Ainsley shot back at him before seeing that mocking grin form on his lips.Ā āThatās cause yehā fight like a man Croft, yurā the exception!ā Were Abeās final words before he took off running, a fuming Ainsley hot on his trails. Despite what went on that day, not a word was said about the fight...it remained their little secret.
((A/N: I had this idea hit me so I decided to write a little drabble for Abe and Ainsley again, back when they were kids and typically Ainsley was the target of bullying by others because she was the scrawny country girl and people thought they could push her around--little did they know that she was a fire cracker waiting for a match to get too close. Also side note, the boy who was bullying Ainsley maaayyyy have had a small crush on her at first but she rejected him and thus started the bullying and Abe couldnāt just stand there and let his nemesis get bullied--only he was allowed to fight her and the vice versa LOL
Abe belongs to @pomp-a-doodles! ))
Crack babie doodles!!! Ā I had fallen in love with the Pumelon and for the fun of it i also drew the crack baby that @ohpomp also designed

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What I wish to tell you
A/N: Another fanfic featuring ohpomp / dia-de-la-diaĀ ās Abrahamā¦feel free to chop my hand of Dia, Iāll try and write something else later on haha ;; v ;; I hope you guys enjoy it!
It was late in the evening, the sun steadily falling behind the horizon. Ainsley sat in her room, tapping her a pen to her lips gently. She had a blank piece of paper before her, her brows furrowed in concentration as she tore through her mind for the adequate words.Ā āUgh, this is so pompinā āard!ā she huffed as her head fell and hit the hard surface in frustration. She had never done something like this beforeā¦then again, she never, ever felt like this before.Ā
This feeling, it was overwhelmingā¦it was screwing her up and over. She really wish she could just let all of this go and live as if this feeling had never arose in the first placeābut she couldnāt. It was here, and it felt like it was going to be here forever. Ā She lifted her head up from the desk and began to tap her pen against the paper, the soft sound of wood soon becoming background noise to her mind. With a few more taps, she began to scratch a few words down on the paper at hand.
Dear Pattern,
Itās me, Ainsleyāof course you already knew thatā¦
she was already displeased with how she started and balled up the paper in one quick motion before she started again.
Dear Abe,
I donāt know why itās so pompinā hard to write this letter to you, but Iām gonna give it my best shot. Iām writing this to you, because Iām too nervous to say this in personā¦
āMe, nervous? Ha, as if!ā Ainsley scoffed at her current paper (but indeed it was the truthā¦so she left it as is).
Iāve been wanting to say this to you for years now, Iāve just never worked up the courage to confront youā¦and Iām not typically the type to get nervous about anything! I thought I could just flat out say this because hey, whatās so hard about telling the truth right? Wellā¦, apparently, something is very hard about saying this truth. Ever since we were younger, Iāve always admired you. Iāve watched you from afar when I wasnāt busy with my own work, and Iāve seen you grow over the years. However, this isnāt the point of the letter. Iām writing this to tell you something that I should have said before now. Abraham Pattern, Iā¦
Her pen froze as she sat as still as ever, her mind going back in time several years. Each and every precious memory she had of seeing him, admiring him, getting angry with him for not noticing, getting sad because she was afraid of him falling in love with someone elseā¦afraid that he would never know and never feel the same about her. This emotional roller coaster was ridiculousā¦but Ainsley couldnāt deny she wasnāt enjoying every ounce of the ride. With a soft smile, she finished her letter up and folded it neatly in half before leaving it on the desk. It was nice getting her feelings down on paper, but now was time for her to rest, for the Croft family surely lived by this mottoāearly to bed, early to rise.