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Okay, since I haven’t updated anything in a while, I’ll do this one. This is from a Good Omens gift fic I’m currently working on. It takes place after Bless the Fallen and season two compliant… and also a fix it.
I was tagged by @sunnyrosewritesstuff thanks for this!
As Aziraphale sat contentedly, engrossed in a good book, he suddenly felt Crowley’s alarm reverberate within him. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, he heard Crowley shout his name, followed by a familiar and excruciating sensation of his being torn asunder.
It was reminiscent of The Fall, yet infinitely worse, for it wasn’t his own grace being ripped from his essence—it was Crowley.
The void left in his metaphysical form was agonizing, a gaping wound that seemed to rend through time and space, accompanied by an overwhelming sensation of burning. Everything around him felt engulfed in flames.
And then... nothing.
“Oh, dear,” a familiar, prim voice fretted from afar. “Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad!”
“What in Heaven’s name?” Another voice, less familiar, female, breathed in surprise. “That-that-that’s–but that’s–“
“Me. It’s me…”
“Aziraphale… what does this mean?”
There was a prolonged silence before Aziraphale heard his own disembodied voice reply, “I don’t rightly know, dear girl. I don’t know.”
But he hadn’t spoken. Aziraphale was certain he hadn’t uttered a word. The pain seared through him, his jaw clamped tight and grinding.
“He looks like he’s in pain,” the feminine voice observed.
“Well, I would assume being torn from your own reality has its, erm, side effects,” came the response, unsettlingly similar to Aziraphale’s own voice.
It’s just a nightmare, Aziraphale thought, Crowley will wake me up any moment now.
But that moment never came.
“Maybe we should carry him to the couch,” the woman suggested tentatively.
“I’m not certain that would be wise. It appears my counterpart is not, heh, an angel.”
A bitter sense of dread washed over Aziraphale. He knew he had to open his eyes and see for himself, but the pain and confusion were overwhelming. And deep down, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want his suspicions confirmed, because that would mean… that would mean…
“You think he’s… evil?” the woman whispered.
Another lengthy pause. “I… I don’t… know,” his voice responded, filled with clear dismay.
“Maybe we should call Crowley?” The feminine voice asked timidly.
“No! I mean… maybe we should gather more information from our... guest... before involving Crowley. They could be enemies or... or...”
“Look! He looks like he’s waking up!”
“Oh dear.”
If you’d like to read Bless the Fallen before this one comes out, here ya go!
Tuesday Snippet/WIP Wednesday
Was tagged by @lucigoo for a Tuesday snippet, but since it's Wednesday, I just combined the two. 😆
I decided to choose a snippet from Just to See You Happy since that gets an update this weekend!
“What is it? What’s wrong?” He questioned, only to be ignored. He finally registered the sound of neighing and realized something had spooked the horses. Wait. He remembered something about this from Bilbo’s book. Before he could do anything to help, there was a splash as Myrtle bolted straight into the rushing river. The camp was in total chaos. Several dwarves ran to the other ponies to soothe their nerves. Fili and Kili didn’t even hesitate to throw themselves in the river right after Myrtle. Frodo froze at the scene. A pair of deaths at the hands of the Brandywine still hanging over him after all this time. Frodo wasn’t sure how long he would have remained in that position if Bilbo hadn’t latched onto him. “Frodo!” He hissed, pulling him out of Dwalin’s way just in time. The big dwarf paid them no mind as he ran alongside the banks, shouting to Fili and Kili as they surfaced with Myrtle’s reins in hand. Frodo felt his blood rushing through his veins as he heaved a large sigh. He turned to Bilbo, a small smile on his face that quickly fell at the sight of Bilbo’s misery. “What did you do?” He demanded. Bilbo shifted from foot to foot as he wrung his hands together.  “It was an accident!” He insisted.
Tagging @conkers-thecosy @fantasyinallforms @porphyriosao3 @mordellestories and anyone else who would like to share, I'd love to see! 😁
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Having lots of feelings about them
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It’s PMDD Awareness Month again. I’m re-blogging with an update on myself.
I finally found a doctor who, reluctantly, agreed to a full hysterectomy (no ovaries, fallopian tubes or uterus) because of how severe my symptoms were. I got my surgery on December 18, 2023. Today is April 16, 2024.
Although chemical menopause, hormone replacement therapy, and now trying to wean off my antidepressants has been a nightmarish journey…
It has been worth it. I’m no longer confined to my bed two weeks out of the month. I no longer get debilitating SEVERE symptoms like migraines, bloating, breakouts, noise sensitivity, rage-outs, not nearly as many intrusive thoughts, or suicidal ideation, insomnia, hypersomnia.
I’m still dealing with nightmares, nested dreams, and I’m sometimes terrified to fall asleep because of them… because they are SO real and SO vivid and even when I’m lucid, I can’t get myself out of them. But I believe this is due to the withdrawal symptoms of Venlafaxine.
A full hysterectomy was my LAST resort. If you are considering surgery, please research as much as you can before making your decision.
I wish you best of luck on your journey, PMDD warriors! Stay strong! You are loved, and you are needed, and your pain is a shared one between all of us who have experienced it.
Find your support system!
Go to
I Have PMDD/PME
It is PMDD Awareness Month. I’ve pledged to do what I can to spread awareness because I, myself, suffer from it and wish I had known sooner.
My symptoms drastically worsened a year after I had my daughter, Luna.
It was my husband, Tim, who brought this disorder to my attention. He believed me, did not dismiss me, and took the time to research on my behalf during a time that I felt hopeless and incapable of doing normal daily activities. And, yes, during a time where words like “I want to die” would come tumbling out of my mouth.
Please read on, and save someone’s life just by bringing this disorder to their attention.
Knowing about PMDD has changed my life for the better. I’m still struggling, but with therapy and medication, I finally feel like I have a piece of my old self back.
PMDD stands for Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. And those with underlying mental health issues, may suffer from PME (Pre-menstrual Exacerbation).
All through my menstruating years, I was told that my PMS symptoms were normal. This meant that my symptoms were swept under the rug and dismissed by others and myself.
PMDD is NOT PMS.
PMDD is NOT a hormone imbalance.
PMDD IS “a cyclical, hormone-based mood disorder with symptoms arising during the premenstrual, or luteal phase of the menstrual cycle... It affects an estimated 5.5% of women and AFAB individuals of reproductive age.
PMDD IS a severe negative reaction in the brain to the natural rise and fall of estrogen and progesterone. It is a suspected cellular disorder in the brain. Symptoms can worsen over time and or around reproductive events such as menarche (the first menstrual cycle), pregnancy, birth, miscarriage, and perimenopause.
Those with PMDD are at increased risk for suicide and suicidal behavior.” - IamPMD.org
I implore everyone to go to the website above and take a self screening test, even if it’s on behalf of a loved one.
I can’t stress enough how important it is. Someone you love right now could be in such a state of hopelessness and ready to do whatever it takes to end it.
The next time you think your daughter or your wife or your sister or a friend is being “over emotional, overdramatic, ‘just’ PMSing,” please think twice and check in with them. Really check in with them, because what you see on the surface is nothing compared to what that person is suffering within.
Go to https://iapmd.org to learn more.
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If anyone is interested in donating to a specific charity or GoFundMe regarding families in Gaza, here is one GoFundMe that I have been trying to share on social media, and that I have personally donated to. There are receipts that the money is being used to evacuate this family. It was also featured on an NPR article.
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If anyone is interested in donating to a specific charity or GoFundMe regarding families in Gaza, here is one GoFundMe that I have been trying to share on social media, and that I have personally donated to. There are receipts that the money is being used to evacuate this family. It was also featured on an NPR article.
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Get attacked!! ✨🌈SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING🌈✨
🥰 I tag ya right back!
I’m just awful at social media and passing games 🫣
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Просто добавляю арти з інсти сюди
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“i wish to part from you in friendship” what about love. why don’t you kiss on the mouth. why not thorin. kiss him. kiss.
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Noodle husband does best cuddles
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Love Virtually - Chapter 1 - Ticklesivory - The Hobbit - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
This is the Modern AU Bagginshield story I'm working on right now, and here's a little ambiance to go with it...
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Dyscalculia wins again!!! 😭
Sept 6th!!
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Thought I’d share my thoughts here as well.
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Thought I’d share my thoughts here as well.
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Art by drakonarinka on DeviantArt
Chapter 2
Somewhere intangible and imperceptible to the living, there is a realm where the departed linger. It is an expanse that seems to exist outside of time, hidden from mortal senses, and it has been called countless names throughout the ages. This ethereal domain, woven from the threads of collective memories and lingering echoes of once-vibrant lives, defies earthly mortal comprehension. A realm where time holds no sway and boundaries dissolve into infinity. Philosophers, poets, and mystics have sought to unravel its mysteries, but unfortunately, in order to even grasp its elusive existence, well, you gotta be dead as a doornail.
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This behavior is UNACCEPTABLE.
YIKES.
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Imagine reposting someone’s fanfic, and acting so insanely gross when the author KINDLY asks you to take it down, or at least credit them. (I can’t reblog the og post because I was blocked ages ago by the op)
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Imagine then having a toddler tantrum because the author, who was rudely rejected and insulted, shared the post and advised people they were the author as seen in the first set of images.
Imagine being such a GROSS bully because YOU were wrong.
(With permission from Conkers to use the screenshots she’s sent me from her inbox, I’m attaching some of the cruel backlash she’s received from this person, tagging triggers just in case - TW: transphobic, fatphobic)
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Please treat people with kindness. I don’t care if you create something or not, if this type of behavior is allowed in ANY space…wow.
DO BETTER.
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Signs You Should Write The Story
1. You can't stop thinking about it
2. It would be exciting and fun to write
3. It's meaningful to you
WRITE THE STORY
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a friend commissioned me to draw shirtless thorin :]
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