I was a good, great king.

Silence is Golden. Indie Selective Mad Sweeney from American Gods. Show/Book Based. Muse+Mun 21+.

[madshuibhne]

Mad Sweeney is being moved!

Keeping the URL but Mad Sweeney is moving over to my Multimuse blog since I am 3000% more active over there and the Angry Leprecunt deserves more writing energy

the blog is https://scoundrcs.tumblr.com/

Those I have active threads with - @shewhobringssorrow and @queenxfconnacht (sorry it’s taking forever with these replies btw) - I’d love to move them over, too, if you’re interested in keeping it going. Let me know!

[humunin]

You’re a mess, Sweeney

[humunin]

They were both vile, in their own way. Wednesday’s was subtle and sophisticated - disguised under so much sweetness and flattery, whereas Sweeney’s was all blunt and rampaging - a wildfire without direction or target, just so long as it destroyed something. Everything was surface level with him.

- Ode to the Sun | 

[madshuibhne]

⸻ I know it’s quiet as all fuck here but just a note that I am having thoughts about moving Sweeney over to my multimuse. Yay? Nay? idk yet its just a thought I’ve been swinging around for a bit.

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

[hislauramoon]

american gods meme: one of four dynamics → laura moon & mad sweeney

❝oh, she’s a lepre-cunt. oh, fuck!❞ ❝if i hear that word pass your lips one more time, i’m gonna peel them off your gums.❞

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It ain’t over till I say it is

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[schreiberpablo]

Mad Sweeney + Cunt

If I hear that word pass your lips one more time, I’m gonna peel them off your gums.

[schreiberpablo]

[schreiberpablo]

[knights-of-the-glittery-table]

[mrbenhardys]

the softest of them all.

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Leprechaun Moodboard

[madshuibhne]

shewhobringssorrow:

Angrboda’s face lit up at the sight of what greeted her. Beyond what anyone probably could imagine, Sweeney was a wonderful father. She could see he would be from that first night he held Penny. She dropped her bag in the nearby chair and started pulling off her jacket as she walked towards her little family. She could see Penny was squirming; there must be a plan of something to come.

“Thank you.” Angrboda grinned, her hands moving to cup his cheeks as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. She pulled back, and kissed him quickly once more before stepping back. “Look at ya’ll.” She smiled, looking them over from Penny to Braedan. She leaned down and kissed the top of Braedan’s head, running her fingers through his mop of ginger hair. 

She bent down and took Penny from him; she was still little enough that Angrboda could carry her around. She sat her on her hip and straightened out her outfit. “Did you and daidí pick this out?” She asked. Penny replied they had cause daidí said it was pretty. Angrboda agreed it was very pretty. She looked back up at Sweeney, running her hand through her hair to get it out of her face. 

“You dressed up just to show off?” Angrboda teased, giving Sweeney a playful smile before looking down at Braedan again, “My handsom little man, look at you.” She cooed, running her knuckle up his chin where drool was starting to pool. 

⸻ Sweeney’s eyebrows simply lifted at her question as he leaned a little to the side so Angie could get a good look at her little drooling monster. Penny hadn’t been this bad, but Braedan seemed to almost flood all the time. Sweeney had faint memories of his youngest son - way, way back when - was the same way. “Handsome as his ol’ man, amn’t he?” he said and held the baby boy with both hands as he leaned down to kiss his woman a little more properly hello.

“You seen how yer daughter’s been workin’ on her braiding skills? Suffered a lot over all my damn years, but nothin’ like this,” and he pointed quickly towards the braids on either side of his head which met in the back, a little elastic holding it together - poorly. But it worked. Penny argued she did a good job and Sweeney rolled his eyes at her but agreed as he brought Braedan down to lay on his stomach across his dad’s long underarm, to be swung very gently back and forth.

“Don’t get too comfy though, love. Kids wanted to treat ye to dinner out whereever you wanna eat, and then Penny wanted to go down to the river to catch frogs. For some fuckin’ reason. Why frogs, of all things?”