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Writing a tcd au for serafaeden week and laughing at the difference between serafaeden and will x constance like will and constance are just like little happy puppies that talk to much and have adhd and I'm constantly trying to lower the hypertivity levels to match shy little serafina and Braeden lmao
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awaywardplantagenet · 2 years
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Okay, so in the end of TCD, Abraham resurrects Will as a clockwork replica right?
Headcannon that Abraham basically adopts Will as the son he never had, making sure to learn from the overprotective mistakes he made with Constance.
He doesn’t have to work too hard though. Will saw how his neighbors treated Constance when they found out what she was so he keeps a low profile.
He stays good friends with the Glynns.
He never forgives his mother for what she did. And he never tells her what Abraham did for him. She lives the rest of her life believing her son is well and truly dead
Will lives with Abraham in his little cottage, studying clockmaking as Abraham’s apprentice.
With his nimble clockwork fingers, the student rises above the master and Abraham couldn’t be more proud.
When Abraham dies, Will buries him in a plot next to his daughter and sells the cottage, moving on to the city to set up his own clockmaking shop, Clockwork Constance. He uses the name Abraham Riley professionally, both to honor his father figure and mentor and to keep people who knew him in his past life from finding him.
I just have a lot of ideas about post-tcd Will Riley and Abraham.
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you-are-constance · 2 years
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We Are Measured By Our Time (The Clockmaker's Daughter Novelization)
finally posting my novelization of tcd! here is the front cover art as well as the first inside cover art (in black and white. color versions will be posted after the whole work is done posting)
the prologue has been posted, the first chapter will post tomorrow, the second chapter the day after that, to celebrate the off-broadway production. after that, chapters will be posting weekly, on saturdays!
happy opening to the off-broadway cast!
(fic link in the rbs)
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tiny-tigers · 2 years
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Sale sharks cuties...
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I knew it would happen for sale I Will need a reblog to add all the cuties,....
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in-cara-gible · 2 years
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clockmakers daughter enjoyers does anyone have backing tracks or instrumentals they would be willing to share with me??? I just. I need to sing.
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robinthisbank · 7 months
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TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. “B-but they’re not canon 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😖😖” honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow
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dumb-djarin · 7 months
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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do
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kurogxrix · 5 months
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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:
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like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁
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l0velysmut · 1 month
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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mcntsee · 9 days
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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scribbledghost · 6 days
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You're out walking yours and Simon's dog, Riley, one afternoon when some guy you've never met all but saunters up to you.
He tries to chat you up, laying the flirtation on so thick it congeals into sleaze. You shut him down bluntly at every turn, but unfortunately, he's... determined.
Riley growls as he takes a step closer, the retired military dog pushing himself in front of you with hackles raised and teeth bared.
And still, the stranger doesn't get the hint. He merely huffs out an amused laugh as he looks from Riley to you.
"Didn't realize you had a guard dog -"
Suddenly, his gaze wanders past you. The cocky grin on his face drains away in an instant as he pales.
Like he's seen a Ghost.
"She's got two, mate."
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Wills massive cringe at the dude who told the girl she was "FINE.... looking" kills me everytime
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Look at him he's like "yikes man I can't even tell the girl I like that I like her but I know that was the wrong way to do it"
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spiltspit · 21 days
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I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt
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you-are-constance · 2 years
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There's Only Where She Is To Be
Will, despite feeling all the joy in the world for the newlyweds, didn't care for weddings. At least one special guest, the guest of honor, in fact, makes the whole ordeal worth it.
in celebration of the announcement of a new production (official announcement will happen on Monday)
fic link in the rbs!
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bi-writes · 12 days
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mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.
you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.
"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.
"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.
"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.
"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"
and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.
he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.
suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.
"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."
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cntloup · 14 days
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18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock
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You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.
And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.
He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.
And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.
And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.
The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.
His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.
"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.
And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.
You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.
The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,
while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.
And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.
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