#(He was sort of a wild card - which is always interesting)

[fangirl-of-the-end]

100 Pirate Hearts

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #op law #one piece #op fanart #(I really wish we got some more backstory for the Rocky Port incident and how Law got his warlord position) #(Delivering 100 hearts to the marines is quite the statement #and dare I say reminiscent of something Doflamingo would do) #(All about making a statement) #(He was sort of a wild card - which is always interesting) #(I like pre timeskip Law where we knew next to nothing about this creepy dude) #(Bit I still like post timeskip too) #(They’re just different flavors) #my art #digital art #fan art

[mattiebluebird]

Yk that post that's like ‘signal is the spiritual successor to nightwing’ bc I DO & IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT NON-STOP.

And the comics pretty much confirm it (To Me) in Grayson #15.

So in this issue each of the Robins, minus Steph (RIP Steph) get paired off with one of the We Are Robin gang and give them their own advice on what it means to be Robin.

Tim—whose main problem with this whole thing is that they don't know these kids, how can they trust them?—gets paired with Andre Cipriani, a mob kid whose dad was murdered by a rival gang when he was eight years old. Tim trains Dre by having him fight blindfolded. He tells Dre that being a Robin is about truth and investigation, which makes sense, right? Tim became a Robin by figuring out Batman and Robin’s secret identity (keep this in mind, all the Robins’ advice links to their origin).

To be a Robin, you have to understand what you don't know. And then you must seek to know it. You must always ask: how can I see into the dark? Batman once told me, being a Robin can be summarized into one word: investigation.

These two were an interesting choice to pair up. I would've thought they'd put Dre with Jason, given their violent tendencies—Dre is smart, but at this point in the comics doesn't strike me as particularly investigative. Then again, right after this arc he goes undercover in a gang, so maybe he learned something?

Speaking of learning something: at first I thought they should've paired Dre with Steph (#teamcriminaldads lmao), and while that would be an interesting team, Dre did learn from Tim. If Riko were present in this issue, she would've been a good fit for Steph, as she idolizes the Batgirls and Steph was both a Batgirl and a Robin. Plus, Steph and Riko are both brave & have mean streaks, something that Riko has trouble showing because of her shyness. Steph’s advice probably would've been along the lines of “being a Robin is about defiance”.

Besides, if Tim and Dre weren't paired up, we never would've gotten this interaction.

— You like Liszt.

— What?

— Franz Liszt. The composer. You play the piano. I looked you up. People who play the piano like Liszt.

Points to Tim for the most autistic small talk ever. ‘You like this, which I know because I researched you in a totally non-creepy way.’ Amazing. 10/10.

Dax gets paired with Jason. They're interesting parallels. Dax is the inventor/mechanic of the team, but also sort of the wild card with very strong morals, like Robin!Jason in a way. Like Jason, Dax’s father is (implied to be) a crook, though they took different moral directions because of that—Dax is completely opposed to gun violence.

Anyways, Jason's main reservation is that you can't have Robin without Batman. And I guess he decided to solve this issue by just becoming Batman & making the WAR crew relive his origin story by stealing tires from the mob.

Y'know, kid, Batman once told me, being a Robin comes down to one word: confidence.

Jason Todd, the Crime Alley street kid who had the balls (and the skills) to steal Batman's tires and get away with it. Sort of. Confidence, indeed.

Damian's problem with the Robins is, of course, that they're weak, and strength (according to him) can't be trained; you either got it or you don't. He gets paired with Izzy, who probably has the toughest home life of the WAR crew. Her brother's in a gang (that he regularly beats her up for not joining), and she's failing all her classes because she's too busy working night shifts at her mom's restaurant to sleep or do homework.

So Damian's advice to her is pretty apt:

Batman told me that there is one word that captures the essence of being Robin. Suffering.

Damian and Izzy are both outwardly surly, stubborn characters who have had to fight to survive. Notably, Izzy is the first of the crew to almost resort to killing/guns (in WAR #6). She's also probably the best fighter in the WAR crew after Dre and Riko. She does dancing, gymnastics, judo, and kick-boxing.

And, finally, we reach the point of this whole post: Dick & Duke.

Duke deduces Dick's secret identity in like .5 seconds.

— I've solved a lot of hard in my time. This ain't hard.

— No. No, it wasn't hard. Not for you. Again, Duke Thomas?

Dick: You discovered my secret identity!

Duke: What? Like its hard?

After scoping out their strengths and weaknesses, Dick sends the Robins on individual assignments: Dre and Tim to investigate, Dax and Jason to cause a distraction, Izzy and Damian to apprehend Robo-Batman/Gordon.

Dick brings Duke on to a roof for a stake-out, where they have this exchange.

— You think only the originals understand how to be Robin?

— Nope.

— Yeah. Me neither.

Then it turns out that Dick actually turned them all in to the cops because he wanted them out of harm's way. He's been watching Duke for a while and he knows he's scared of heights, so he led him onto a roof he knew he couldn't get off of. Just before they part ways, Dick imparts his Crucial Robin Advice:

Batman once wais to me that being a Robin is about one thing. Family.

(I find this whole thing super ironic considering Dick's whole aside concerning the Robins was the fact that it doesn't matter if people know you're manipulating them as long as it works.)

The point of Robin? Family. Dick and Duke are alike in this way. Dick only became Robin to get justice for his parents’ murder. Duke only joined WAR to find his parents.

Their origins and motivations are similar, and so are the characters themselves. Dick is often called the world's second-greatest detective next to Batman himself. Duke is a child prodigy—one of our first introductions to his character is when he tried to solve the Riddler's riddles in Zero Year. He loves puzzles. He's an amazing detective.

And, of course, one of the things we know and love about Nightwing is his inherent kindness, something that's present throughout Duke’s entire character arc. Even their hero names, Signal and Nightwing, are parallels of each other (light and dark). Batman’s first sidekick and his last. And, like Nightwing, Signal formed his own team (WAR) with no help from the others (except Alfred ig).

Of course, the entire point of Signal’s character is that he's not just a Robin. He's something different. It reminds me of that post that's like—’poor dick grayson, originator of a legacy he never meant to be a legacy, crushed with guilt and jealousy when he looks at all those who came after’. To me at least, it makes sense that Nightwing’s successor would've never been a Robin at all.

#tumblr ate this post half-way thru so posting was delayed #duke thomas #we are robin #dick grayson #nightwing #dc #andre cipriani #daxton chill #dc comics #riko sheridan #batfam #izzy ortiz #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #Stephanie brown #robin war

[snakes-writing-corner]

Recently been obsessed with Undertale Yellow, and I am very much in love with a certain star cowboy. Long story short I need to get this idea out of my head before I forget.

Hear me out.

North Star x Bandit Reader

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You heard about this little town growing in popularity in the Wild East. A little place in the Dunes where monsters can get a taste of the surface, with some interesting characters to make the area more appealing.

The main attraction, of course, being “The Feisty Five” as they call themselves. Just a group of human-interested friends wanting to have a little fun, and bring hope to the other monsters trapped in this hellhole.

The Feisty Five are indeed… an interesting group. Not particularly threatening, but a good group to hang around with if you’re looking to have some fun. Most you’d have to look out for is Mooch, who ironically, has a nasty stealing habit.

Oh but what caught your eye the most? The self-proclaimed sheriff of the Wild East.

“North Star” is the name he goes by, and boy is he quite the charmer!

Initially you came by the Wild East looking for a bit of excitement. A place where you could have a bit of fun and mess with the residents before moving along to the next unfortunate destination.

Oh but this? This was a lot more fun than you ever thought it would be!

The Feisty Five despite being the “protectors” of this town were, quite frankly, terrible at the protecting part. Just a gaggle of monsters living out some sort of human-based fantasy.

Unfortunately for them, you had a streak of causing trouble wherever you went, and to this day you’d never been caught for it.

Living in the underground got… boring after a while. Everyone living in a zombie-like state of hopelessness and despair was a bit too… depressing for your taste.

Call it morally wrong, but you wanted monsters to feel, well, anything! So you resorted to becoming a… well North Star would call it a “bandit” if he knew.

During what monsters considered night-time, you’d don on your trusty cloak and mask and cause a bit of mischief. Breaking and entering, stealing, blowing things up, occasionally scaring any poor monster who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time? All were fair game to you!

You weren’t a completely terrible monster however! Any damages caused would end with the owner of the property mysteriously ending up with the gold to fix it, and stolen items would always be returned by the next night. It was simply just to stir up a bit of chaos and have some fun! That and it got monsters feeling something other than hopelessness!

Which leads us to the situation at hand.

You started living in the Wild East for a little while. A few months at least, getting time to know the locals so when the chaos ensued… well you wouldn’t necessarily get blamed if the town trusted you right?

In that time you grew a bond with the Feisty Five. Honestly who wouldn’t! They all had their quirks that made them fun to be around!

Ed despite being the muscle of the group had a heart of gold, and was very fun to mess around with. You still remember his face when you snuck that little fizzy tablet into his drink, and it exploded all over his face. His reaction was priceless!

Moray was always a chill monster to be around. You enjoyed how you two seemed to be able to talk about anything, and admired their skills with a sword. Truthfully, you had a bit too much respect for them to pull a prank… yet.

Ace was a mysterious fellow, the most quiet out of the four for sure. You two never talked much, but you quite enjoyed the card game he used to offer you. Keyword on “used to”, he stopped doing that after you won one too many times. You got revenge about a month after that with an unfortunate loose floorboard in the saloon.

Mooch was a lot like you actually, mischievous and a pretty good thief at that! You quite like her and can’t wait for the day you can steal all the gold she’s taken from you back. Friendly competition and all that, but stealing it now would blow your cover so you wait. In the meantime some harmless pranks from time to time that can’t be traced back to you will do.

Oh and now for your favorite member of this rag-tag gang, the sheriff himself! North Star was definitely a fun guy to be around! Matched your dramatic flair almost too well honestly! His hero act was always one you enjoyed feeding into, especially considering what you had planned.

Oh right! That little plan of yours is exactly why you’ve stuck around the Wild East for so long!

You see, North Star wanted to play the dashing hero, but you can’t be a hero without a worthy adversary to face can you?

Sure the town had Vengeful Virgil, but honestly? He’s not a threat at all! There’s no stakes or genuine mystery with him! And quite frankly you’ve started to hate the staged performances.

No twists or turns? No drama or unplanned hang-ups? No no no! That won’t do for your new favorite group of monsters! I mean you’re hiding right under their gazes in plain sight! A well trained “bandit” who’s actually willing to cause actual chaos around here!

Which led to where you’re currently stationed. Mask and cloak obscuring your true identity within the night, you press a simple little button.

*BOOM*

You smirked from your position on top of the saloon. You see earlier you had planted some little explosives around town. Not in any spots that would hurt someone, but enough to give everyone in town a scare.

You chuckled as you heard screaming and panic envelop the town. Monsters like many times before running around terrified like mice. It was always fun to watch!

A shout rang out above the others however.

“Alright settle down everyone!”

Ah there he was… North Star.

You climbed down the roof of the saloon as you quietly hid behind it and watched.

The Feisty Four we’re running around under North Star’s orders, checking to see if any damage or harm had been done, while North Star tried to calm down the increasing crowd of monsters in a panic.

You watched a little longer.

Then North Star looked up at you.

Oh this was going to be fun.

“Stop where you are!” North Star shouted.

You smiled under the mask and made a run for it, the sheriff hot on your heels trying to get you to stop.

Oh but sheriff, the chase is half the fun no?

You continued to run, but quickly dug your heels to the ground and stopped to face your pursuer.

North Star managed to stop fairly quickly in return, and you two were suddenly at the end of a cliff in a stare down.

The sheriff lifted his gun and took aim.

You tilted your head in return, purposefully deepening your voice like you’ve done so many times before.

“Aw did the sheriff not like my welcoming gift?”

North Star glared. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you made a mistake coming into this town,”

“Bandit.” He spat with venom in his voice.

You chuckled, as you took a step closer.

“Oh but North Star,”

The sheriff’s gaze grew more sharp the more steps you took forward, you stopped mere inches away from him and the barrel of his gun.

“I don’t think I did.”

North Star fired.

No bullet came out of the barrel, a result of the tampering you did earlier to prepare for this moment.

You took the opportunity to rush forward and grab the taller monster by his bandana, and seize the wrist holding the gun in his mere moments of shock.

You stood there locked in place for a few seconds. Tilting your head to the side, you watched as the sheriff seemed to be caught between emotions of his facade and what lay underneath. After all, you can always break an actor if you try hard enough.

You chuckled and broke the silence between the two of you.

“What-” North Star started, but you cut him off.

“Tell me sheriff,” You tighten your grip on his wrist. “What do you think I want hm?”

You leaned closer towards his face.

“Money? Recognition? To simply hurt others?”

North Star stiffened.

“No.” You loosened the grip on his wrist.

“You and I both are not so different ya know?” You continued. “We’re both acting to bring some life into this hell of a place.”

You let go of him completely and take a few steps back.

“We just do it for our own personal reasons right?”

North Star glared you down.

“I’m nothing like you.” He spat.

You shrugged in response.

“Maybe not, sheriff.”

You back closer to the edge of the cliff.

“But…”

You stop right at the edge as North Star aims his gun at you yet again.

“You’ve always wanted to play hero right?” You ask.

North Star continues to glare you down. “I don’t want to hear it, bandit.”

“This is your last warning.” He whips out his lasso in his free hand. “Surrender now.”

You smirk, purposefully ignoring him.

“Well sheriff. You have your villain.”

You step off of the cliff as you see the lasso at the edge of your vision.

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Where?

Starlo ran over to the cliff-edge, kneeling down to look over the edge.

Where did they?

He frantically looked for the bandit, but they were gone without a trance.

Starlo huffed in annoyance, too many thoughts running through his head.

Would they actually kill someone?

Why was this monster so intent on this?

He never wanted this! This was just supposed to be for fun! He didn’t want to endanger anyone!

Starlo started internally panicking. The thought of- of this monster hurting anyone here. Would they do it? They wouldn’t right? They talked about acting so surely they wouldn’t-

The sound of paper caught his attention.

He looked down on saw a piece of paper tucked neatly into his bandana.

When did they have time to put that there?

With trembling hands he opened it.

“Howdy North Star,

Glad we finally got to meet face to face. I’ve been dying to see your reaction to when I finally make a move.

But don’t worry, I won’t hurt anyone. At least not yet.

You see I’m a bit of an actor myself, and any good actor should know you can’t have a hero without a proper villain.

So I’ll give you a warning. A heads up if you will.

I won’t hurt anyone in any truly damaging way. Unless things get boring that is, but I highly doubt that’ll happen with how entertaining you and your crew are.

I think this town needs a bit of chaos. And lucky me that you just so happened to imply you wanted a challenge when I showed up!

So tell you what. Let’s have some fun with a little game of cat and mouse. I’ll cause some trouble and you can play the charming hero as always. Besides I’m sure even you’ve grown tired of the same boring routine every day.

See if you can be the first to actually catch me sheriff. I’ll be waiting to see if you can pull it off. :)

-With hope for future fun encounters, Anarchy”

Starlo stared at the letter for much longer than he should have.

Well…

If this bandit wanted to mess around with his town?

They’ll have sure as hell a tough time doing so from now on.

#my writing #undertale yellow #undertale yellow north star #undertale yellow starlo #undertale yellow x reader #ut yellow #north star uty #starlo uty #starlo x reader #uty feisty five #uty north star #uty starlo #oh no new comfort character incoming #had an epiphany in the car before work and this happened #sheriff and bandit dynamic my beloved #reader over here being silly #love the idea of reader being this sweet fun—loving person in the day and an advocate for chaos at night #oh starlo you’re in for a wild ride now

[wordbunch]

Winter Forest (Legolas x f!reader) > part 1

PART 2 HERE!!!

PART 3 HERE

a/n: here it is!! I’m really happy there are still people who’d want to read this, because I do want to write it, it’s been on my mind for a while. I hope you will enjoy it, and do let me know about it 😊 please try to be kind either way, this is just something from my imagination that I wanted to share with you! 😁🌿

warnings: none, it’s mostly just wholesome stuff!

SUMMARY: [Y/N], Lord Elrond’s daughter, and sort of a wild-card, and prince Legolas form a close friendship from their earliest childhoods. This story follows significant moments between them and how their relationship progresses over time. This part happens pre-Fellowship. Slow-ish burn, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining.

O N E

(a/n: let’s say their ages are somewhere between 5 and 9, in human years)

When Lord Elrond had meetings and duties to attend to, which was quite often, [Y/N] knew better than to disturb her father, or any of his esteemed guests. However, that meant hours upon hours of alone time, which could be quite monotonous for an elven child who was just bursting with energy.

Her sister Arwen was a much more peaceful girl, while [Y/N] was always looking for an adventure to engage in. Of course she did enjoy spending time with her sister as well, but she craved someone with more of a wild streak to keep up with her. Thankfully, a very tall elf with very long blond hair, who often had meetings with her Ada, had a son around her age, so she did not have to die of boredom. Or almost die from some unsupervised activity she recklessly chose for the day.

“Your Ada allows you to have a bow?” she gasped as Legolas, the son of the very tall intimidating guest of her father’s revealed his secret weapon. “I am still not allowed into our armory… because of a little accident,” her voice dropped conspiratorially, immediately catching all of Legolas’ attention. She was extremely interesting to him, albeit just a little odd. Legolas liked odd.

“I may own one, but it is a very small bow. The arrows are not even, sharp, look” Legolas proclaimed as he pulled out an arrow to show to [Y/N]. Her mouth was agape in wonder as she carefully touched the tip with her small finger. “What was your armory accident about?” now Legolas was the one whispering, as if afraid of their little secrets being discovered.

“I really like it,” the elven girl admitted, “I wish I had one. Now, why should I share my secret with you?” she teased, sticking her tongue out.

“I don’t know, maybe I know someone who could provide you with a bow, just like this, for you,” Legolas smirked, feeling all high and mighty. [Y/N] all but gasped in surprise and unexpected joy. Her expressiveness and energy drew Legolas to want to be around her all the time. The ideas she had were always fun, and time passed by much faster when they spent it together while their fathers had their boring meetings. Her hair was never tame like his, and she talked loudly sometimes, but she was just… warm.

“I’m afraid my Ada would find that bow really quickly, sadly,” she sighed, her small shoulders slumping in newly felt defeat. “He always finds out everything,” she muttered. Legolas nodded in understanding. “However… I was wondering,” she continued hesitantly, weighing her words for a moment, “if you could show me how to use your bow?”

[Y/N] was swinging her legs over the edge of a little wooden bridge they were sitting on, to calm her nerves, but she gathered the courage to look up into Legolas’ eyes.

She smells pretty, he thought. Like a forest in winter.

“If you’d like, I can show you my collection of really pretty rocks,” she offered in return, attempting her best charming smile, “you can even pick one as a gift. I think they are all very unique.”

“Really?” Legolas grinned, not even needing a moment to consider the counter-offer. As a little elven-prince, he greatly enjoyed pretty things from nature. Especially tokens from girls who smell pretty and have enchanting laughter.

“Of course,” she nodded excitedly, a lock of hair falling over her eyes. She giggled, got up as quickly as possible, eager to start her very first archery lesson with a rather charming and interesting elvish prince. She outstretched her hand towards the blond elf to get him up too – she was in a bit of a hurry, after all.

At that moment, Legolas decided he trusted her.

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T W O

(a/n: here they’re a bit older children, but still children. would be around 10-13 years in human years)

“Have you ever kissed anybody?” [Y/N] inquired with ever-present curiosity in her eyes. Legolas almost stopped dead in his tracks. The two were wandering around the gardens of Thranduil’s palace, looking for the tallest tree to climb. As time passed, they grew practically inseparable - it was difficult to tell which one of them lived in Rivendell and which in Mirkwood; both of them spent a lot of time in both places.

“Uh- I- where did you get that?” Legolas stuttered, slightly afraid of meeting her eyes. “And no, I have not.”

“Me neither, [Y/N] exhaled seemingly in relief. “And to answer your question, I have been reading about it in a novel I borrowed from Arwen.”

“Borrowed, or stole?” Legolas chuckled, having grown accustomed to [Y/N]’s ways and occasionally impulsive decisions. Many times she did not seem to be very alike to anyone in her family.

“Borrowed” [Y/N] gasped in mock hurt. “I much prefer stories of great adventures and majestic kingdoms, than of damsels that wait around for a prince to save them. If I had to wait around for someone, I would simply wither away over time.”

“Maybe sometimes it can be the prince who is saved at the end,” Legolas suggested, “or they both go on adventures together and end up saving each other. And the kingdom.”

“That would be grand, would it not?” [Y/N] allowed a soft smile to grace her features and her eyes met Legolas’ for just a moment. “An adventure, turned into a love story that defeats all the odds, and is a sign of hope in turbulent times.”

Sometimes, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Legolas thought about exploring Middle-earth with [Y/N], discovering all the beauties as well as dangers. Having each other’s back through it all. Hopefully, he thought, soon they would both be grown enough and skilled enough to go off on their own. Maybe a small part of him wanted her just for himself someday. Without their fathers, tutors, and any other elf getting in the way.

“So, what do you think?” [Y/N]’s voice brought him back to reality.

“I was... I apologize, my mind was elsewhere. You asked me something?” the blond elf confessed, simultaneously hoping that [Y/N] could and could not read his mind.

“Do you think this tree is good enough? Shall we go and climb and see the view?”

“As you wish,” Legolas concluded and then inhaled sharply in a moment of unbelievable courage. “Do you want me to kiss you?” As soon as he blurted it out, he couldn’t believe his own ears.

Now it was [Y/N]’s turn to be taken aback, but within a heartbeat the soft smile on her face only widened.

“I suppose we could see what it is like.”

Legolas fidgeted with his hands, completely unsure where to go with them as [Y/N] began to lean closer into his face, her comforting scent enveloping him completely. He was just about to fully close his eyes when the girl gently bit the tip of his nose and burst into fits of laughter before taking off running towards the enormous tree that she had spotted earlier. Legolas felt his cheeks burning as he touched his nose with his fingertips, but a smile curved on his lips nevertheless. He ran off after [Y/N] in order to try and catch up with her, and somehow pay her back for her little trick. Her joyful laughter still rang in his ears – he enjoyed all sorts of elvish music, yet he found himself preferring that happy sound over anything in Middle-earth.

And not only that; he couldn’t stop thinking of how she had basically clouded his senses just by being in such a close proximity. She is really something else, Legolas thought to himself. A grand adventure.

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T H R E E

(a/n: late teenage years, perhaps? completely up to your own interpretation!)

[Y/N] winced as she fell to the ground with a thud, her right ankle twisting in an uncomfortable way. The horse she had been riding was running away swiftly, from dangers unknown to her. She heard no alarming noises, nor did she see anything threatening nearby, so she started slowly dusting herself off, still sitting on the ground, a bit scared to get up since a sharp pain started developing in her ankle. An attempt to get up was followed by another wince of pain, but she managed to get back on her feet, leaning all her weight on the healthy leg. Just as she was about to try and put some weight on the injured leg, the silence was cut through by an all too familiar voice.

“[Y/N]?! what happened?” Legolas approached her from behind, his steps hurried, but quiet. He swiftly offered her his shoulder as support, and the girl gratefully leaned against him.

“I took Eretor for a little ride,” she explained with seemingly no concern. Feigning nonchalance was probably the best way to go and not concern Legolas too much; she was well-aware of his protectiveness over her.

“The wildest, possibly most dangerous horse in the realm?”  Legolas continued inquiring, blue eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and worry.

“He was just...calling out to me,” the girl muttered.

“Well, that is so surprising,” Legolas chuckled, trying to conceal his concern over [Y/N]’s obvious injury. “I wonder if anything normal is ever going to call out to you, not just things that are deadly.”

[Y/N] wanted to glare at him, but she was interrupted by searing pain that sliced through her ankle, causing the blond elf to immediately stop pretending he wasn’t also putting on a careless façade.

“Are you alright? Can you walk?” he asked, looking her up and down. Before she managed to answer, she was easily picked up into his embrace, her arm still slung across his shoulders. When it came to this particular girl, he was overprotective to the bone, while, for [Y/N], breathing in the familiar scent seemed to soothe some of the pain right away as she allowed herself to relax a little bit.

“Lucky me, being carried all the way back by the prince,” [Y/N] joked, drawing out a smile from Legolas’ soft lips. “Any elven lady would kill to be in my position right now.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her, “Yet you seem to be the only one always getting my warmest affections.” It was completely true. Wherever [Y/N] went, Legolas followed, and the other way round, and they had been looking out for each other ever since they were barely able to walk and hold a simple conversation.

“Your horse adventure could have ended in a much worse manner, you are aware of that?” Legolas asked, his demeanor becoming slightly more serious once again.

“But it did not, I am alright,” she looked down at her already swollen ankle, but squeezed Legolas’ shoulder to reassure him. “It is nothing but a minor injury. It will heal practically overnight, and you appeared just at the perfect time.”

“If you say so,” Legolas exhaled. His mind couldn’t stop replaying all the possible bad scenarios, but on the other hand he found it enjoyable to carry [Y/N] and have her pressed flush against his body.

It made him feel like her protector, and he realized that her safety was one of his priorities. Of course, he was more than aware she could look after herself, but it made him feel better if he could contribute to it in any capacity. Silence fell on the two elves, as Legolas inhaled [Y/N]’s comforting scent - like a forest in winter, he always described it to himself. It made him crack a small smile when he looked down at the girl curled up against him and surprisingly peaceful, for a change. Maybe, just maybe, the comfort he found in her, she also found in him. He allowed himself to think so, as he tried to memorize the feeling of warmth and the shape of [Y/N]’s frame against him. It was so real.

“Next time,” Legolas began, after some moments of silence, “please choose another horse. Or at least a decent horse-riding partner.”

“Perhaps you?” [Y/N] quipped, looking up at him with a little smirk on her playful face. She swore she could see a light blush creep up on his usually pale cheeks. “I know that is what you meant.”

“Well,” he feigned perfect composure as his mind swarmed with possibilities, “that would not be the first time we did something questionable together. One of these days, Lord Elrond will make me pay for all the times I could have looked out for you more carefully.”

“He would not! I am nobody’s responsibility but my own… and sometimes, perhaps, I am my father’s problem,” she tried making a mock-upset grimace, but it ended up in a smile.

“One might say that you have become my problem as well, over time,” Legolas raised his eyebrows teasingly at the girl in his arms. She could never be anything even slightly inconvenient to him.

“And you, mine,,” she poked fun at him in return, “yet I wouldn’t have it any other way.“

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F O U R

(a/n: young adults just before the fellowship)

[Y/N] was strolling through Mirkwood halls in order to return some things to the library, when Legolas practically stormed by her and disappeared in his chambers. She could sense the attitude even from behind closed doors, and she had a couple guesses what might have upset the elvish prince. Deciding to venture to the library later, she softly knocked on his door.

“Mellon-nin, it is I. May I come in?” she inquired carefully. Before she even had time to continue persuading Legolas to open the door, he already did it; a frown twisted on his face and his hair slightly disheveled, probably after he’d run his hands through it in frustration multiple times. So, [Y/N] found herself in Legolas’ personal quarters.

“What seems to be the matter?” she asked in a soft voice. Despite Legolas’ occasional stubbornness, she always knew how to get his guard down. Most often she was the only person able to do it at all.

“I have had a… rather unpleasant conversation with my father,” he huffed, plopping down on the huge bed. [Y/N] followed to sit beside him. “I would actually rather call it a lecture, than a conversation.”

“Continue, I am listening,” she urged him, but in a comforting voice, and proceeded to move a strand of perfectly blond hair out of his face and behind his ear.

“I am aware that I have royal duties and matters to attend to, but he just does not seem to grasp – we are not the same! I have this need to go out into nature, to venture onto unknown paths, find myself in unpredictable and exciting situations. That is who I am, not whom he wants me to be” he rambled on as [Y/N] listened and watched attentively. Wasn’t the first time she heard such complaints from the young and energetic elf.

“It would be vastly better if he’d just,” he sighed “just let me follow my own path, and then I would be more agreeable if I had not been feeling confined here, in this life, sometimes.”

“You know I understand you perfectly,” [Y/N] reassured him, “and I share many of those desires myself, but I also do have an understanding of your father’s ways. He just wants to look out for you as much as he can.”

“Whose side are you on?” Legolas quipped, feeling the tiniest sting of betrayal.

“Yours, my friend,” [Y/N] placed a hand on his shoulder, and the tension almost magically left his body. “your side is the only side I have ever been on, it seems to me,” she chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Her effort wasn’t in vain – Legolas smiled warmly at her in return.

“Of course, forgive me,” he removed her hand from his shoulder and squeezed it in his for a moment. “I do not think there is need for me to explain the affinity I have for you as well.”

“Sit down on the floor in front of me,” [Y/N] nudged him, suddenly getting an idea. Without much questioning, Legolas obliged, and he was settled with his back leaning against [Y/N]’s legs. Wasting no time, she began brushing through his, still a bit tousled, hair, and Legolas’ breathing almost immediately grew calmer and deeper. There was no way he’d allow anybody else to do that – especially with him sitting on the ground – but [Y/N] always had and was always going to have special privileges. She felt like home and like comfort, but simultaneously an adventure. Like a winter forest – usually a familiar setting, but during the colder season slightly more unpredictable and challenging. But so wonderfully magical. Legolas got completely wrapped up in her presence and in his thoughts, as she quietly hummed an elvish tune from their earliest childhoods.

It seemed like it was just yesterday – the two of them chasing each other through forests and gardens of either Rivendell or Mirkwood, collecting stones, practicing any skill – from archery, to tracking, climbing trees… climbing together, falling together. There was no telling apart anymore where one of them ended and the other began – they seemed to forever be a package deal. Time flew by – responsibilities seemed to sneak up on them so suddenly, but both [Y/N] and Legolas were still rather young and restless (to dismay of both of their fathers), and neither of them was willing to give up spontaneous adventurous undertaking, still hoping for a great, unforgettable quest they would undertake together at some point.

[Y/N]’s gentle fingers were now busy weaving intricate braids in Legolas’ hair, and he allowed himself to close his eyes. His guard was down and he just wanted to enjoy this moment with [Y/N]; only that he feared if he spoke out about it, or gave a name to what he was feeling, the magic would dissipate.

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“My life is nothing but room for you,” I said. “It could never be filled by anyone but you.” (Kurt Vonnegut, “Mother Night”)

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“You are sunlight through a window, which I stand in, warmed.” (Jessie Burton)

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[hollowwrites]

The Gardener and The Alchemist

Part 1

Garreth x MC

Summary - Garreth asks you to break into Honeydukes…again

Based on a recent poll…I’m aware this is a Ominis heavy blog but would you guys be interest in some Garreth? I’m working on a part 2 now for my own sake but…do want?

Feel free to swap Maeve with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Infrequent cussing (he’s a Weasley after all), fluffy big himbo energy from our boi

Word Count - 1413

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It seemed as though everyone at Hogwarts had their own secret room.

Ominis and Sebastian had their Undercroft. Well, more specifically, Ominis did. Sebastian sort of appeared there at the least opportune times and would get scolded for it by Ominis.

Poppy had the run of the entire Forbidden Forest. The forest itself seemingly parting its trees for her to giddily skip through to all the magical beasts that lived within.

Maeve had her Room of Requirement, which, as of late, seemed to be getting smaller as she needed it less and less.

And Garreth?

Garreth had the One Eyed Witch passageway.

It wasn’t half as extravagant as the other hidden alcoves in Hogwarts but it suited his needs perfectly.

And by ‘needs’ he meant access to free potion ingredients and a quiet place away from his Aunts eyes.

It was also beautiful in its own way.

The way the light reflected off the water, plastering the rock face with delicate, dancing lights always soothed Maeve. She’d lie for hours next to Garreth on the tiny embankment by the hidden pool. He would tinker away, whilst she watched the ethereal illuminations and listening to the soft tinkling of water dripping from stalactites above. He made a conscious effort not to cause too much noise whilst he dabbled in various experimentations and concoctions. A feat he achieved easily as most of the disturbances in class, were in fact, on purpose.

He’d never actually admit that though.

But how had he managed to not blow up a single cauldron in their time together but did so in class…Every. Time.

He smirked whenever she questioned him, feigning ignorance and continuing his elaborate lie.

‘Of course it’s an accident. I didn’t mean to drop 15 dugbog tongues in. They just slipped out of my hands. Wriggly Bastards. Made class more fun though didn’t it?’

Maeve had to admit she missed his presence in other classes, wishing there was another wild card or character that could pull her out of the mundane.

Especially History of Magic.

As much as she loved her bi-weekly nap session with Ominis, she yearned for…literally anything to happen in that class. What she wouldn’t do to see how Garreth would mess with Professor Binns? Would Binns even notice?

“Explain to me how you’ve convinced me to break into Honeydukes…again?” Maeve asked staring at the precarious pathway over the water, its platforms long since fused in an upright position.

“You liked my fizzing whizz beer didn’t you?” Garreth turned towards her on the pedestal in front, offering her a hand to skip over to him.

“Yes” she sighed “Didn’t think I’d have to come with you though”

“You’re my partner in crime how could I not include you in our second Billywig freeing!…” His hand pulled away as he spoke, gesturing uproariously as though he were conducting an orchestra “…The Great Liberation of…I’ll stop”

“I thought you were doing solo missions now?” She asked peering over the edge into the unknown depth below

“I am, well, I was but…security has increased somewhat so I thought I’d bring my lovely assistant.”

“Partner? Lovely Assistant? They really must have scared you up there for you to be buttering me up like this”

“It’s not like that” he said suddenly very serious. His eyes bore into hers, until the sparkle of mischief returned to them “Maybe I just like buttering you up”

She rolled her eyes before leaning forward to grab his hand, making the small jump over to his platform as he pulled her towards him.

Maybe he forgot that she was smaller than he was or maybe he did it on purpose, either way, she came crashing into his chest with enough force to knock them both over.

He stood steadfast however, as her weight pushed into him. Her hand flew to his chest, cushioning the blow.

Had…he always been this muscular?

The grip he had on her hand was firm but gentle. A strength she didn’t realise he possessed. Lugging those heavy cauldrons around the Potion classrooms must have worked wonders on his physique over the years. She absentmindedly dragged her hand across the hard panels of his chest to his shoulders and down his arm.

“You okay?” Garreth asked concerned, after she didn’t say anything, mistaking her brainless ogling for shakiness.

“Oh…er yes fine. I just…I can’t swim so…being near water makes me a little uneasy” she lied clumsily, releasing his arm and hand waiting for him to do the same. His hand twisted around to capture her fingers again, firmly holding her hand.

“Don’t let go till we’re over this then, just one more platform. Will you be alright?” He asked genuinely

“I’ve done this alone remember? Two years ago? The Original Billywig Freeing?” He smiled at her recalling his silly antics.

“I know. And now I know you can’t swim, I feel just awful. You came down here, all alone…I really was a bit of a shit to you when you started. Why didn’t you tell me to bugger off?”

“Oh Garreth, I could never say no to you” she squeezed his hand as they got closer to the last edge

“Pfft Typical Hufflepuff” he released her hand and turned his back to her. Squatting slightly, he patted his butt. “Come on. Hop on”

“Absolutely not. You’re mad”

“Listen…” he turned back to her somewhat, dramatically looking over his shoulder “I can step over this gap easily. It’s not my fault, you’re so short, now…” he turned again “Hop. On.” he punctuated his command with yet more slaps to his own rear.

“Fine” she sighed catching Garreths smirk as he turned back around “this is undignified” she continued hitching up her knee length skirt. “Wipe that smile off your face”

“Apologies, my lady. You’re steed awaits”

This is not how she had imagined her afternoon going. This was silliness. She was perfectly capable of traversing this cavern on her own. So why did she agree to hitch a ride on Garreths back?

She snaked her hands up his back to his shoulders, taking in his muscles once more.

Ah…this was why.

Any excuse to get closer to him.

“Ready?” She asked. He neighed in response “I’m going to assume that’s a yes”

She hopped up onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands cupped around the backs of her knees, with his thumbs firmly planted in the soft flesh of her thigh. He was sure to feel her heart thumping into his back. If he did, he never mentioned it. He simply made a few tester jumps, wiggling her into a more comfortable position and causing a giggly shriek to burst from Maeve.

He loved making her laugh.

It was the most beautiful sound he had ever encountered.

With little to no effort at all, he easily strode over the small gap and they were soon back on solid ground. Maeve realised quickly how tightly she had gripped around Garreths neck, her knuckles white as she held her own arms. The vice like grip she had around his head caused him to cough meekly.

“You don’t have to get down but at least loosen your grip” he strained “Scary part’s over now”

“I know…sorry” she loosely dangled her arms around him, her fingertips grazing his chest as he walked with more pep in his step than needed. He bounced towards the hatch leading up into Honeydukes, and lowered himself for her to climb off. As soon as her feet touched the floor again he began removing his robes and waist coat.

“What are you doing?” she asked eyebrow raised

“I’m clumsy enough as it is, I don’t need billowing school robes knocking things over whilst I’m trying to be sneaky.”

She watched as he rolled the sleeves of his long sleeved shirt up to his elbows. The spattering of freckles over his forearms had not gone unnoticed. Her eyes fell over other parts of him and she wondered if they were covered in freckles too. Wait…

“Did you just say you were clumsy?! You just carried me over what would basically be certain death”

“I would never be clumsy with you” he patted the top of her head “precious cargo” she opened her mouth to scold him. Before she could, he shrugged and cast the Disillusionment Charm over himself. “Onward and upwards, after you” the glimmer of Garreth said and she followed suite, derobing and ascending the ladder.

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[eyra]

apparently ao3 is down for a lot of people at the moment! you might have some luck if you keep refreshing and they’ve said they’re working on it, but in the meantime here’s a bit of chapter 7 to put you on 🎄🐕‍🦺

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup

The presents beneath the tree tumble in a great pile of reds and fir-greens and shiny, gold ribbons. Boxes and bottle-bags and something soft and crinkly that squeaks when Bunny fishes it out of the stack and squeezes it between his teeth. There's a joint present for Effie and Fleamont; something that James always sorts for both of them, from the two of them, and Sirius writes the card. It's a bulging hamper of tea and biscuits and sweets this year, chocolates from some fancy shop Effie likes and shortbread fingers in a long, tartan tin. There's a jar of fig chutney that Fleamont pores over with interest, and a box of crunchy peppermint thins, and then the customary bottle of gin for Effie with a note that reads: "Sorry I am the way that I am. - J xxx"

"That's for you, pal," James says as he sinks onto the sofa next to Sirius in front of the fire and hands him a soft, rectangular parcel. It's clumsily wrapped as ever, odd bits of sellotape hanging off the corners. "Don't say I never give you anything."

"Thank you," he says, sliding a finger carefully under the wrapping, and folding it open to hold up a plain, grey sweatshirt.

"Look on the front," James says giddily, and when Sirius flips the sweatshirt round it's to find a huge, shiny photograph of a dog's smiling face, printed onto the fabric: Bunny, mouth open and tongue lolling, a little red Santa hat balanced on top of his glossy black head.

Sirius grins.

"I like that."

"Knew you would," James says, and then: "Where's mine?"

Sirius hands him a small, silver-wrapped gift. It might be the right thing. He's not sure. He's never sure, really. Last year it was a book that he'd seen James eyeing up in the bookshop across from the student union in the autumn, and he'd seemed pleased with that. The year before it was whisky: something that Fleamont had sent him an email about towards the end of term, suggesting that James might quite like a bottle of it if Sirius hadn't found him anything yet. And James had seem pleased with that, too. But he's still never sure, really. Another puzzle.

He watches as James tears off the paper, stomach doing something mildly uncomfortable, and then James is huffing out a quick, surprised breath, and smiling, and saying:

"Oh, wow."

He looks at Sirius, and then back down at the photographs. It's a simple thing: a thin, brass frame with a hinge down the middle so that it opens like a book. A rectangular pane of glass on either side of the hinge, space for two prints that Sirius had sent away for online back in November.

"Jesus, we're young there," says James, pointing at the photograph on the left. It's a faded, speckled thing: the two of them, side-by-side in their first year at the old boarding school. Eleven years old in their ridiculous uniforms, grey shorts and little striped neckties. James grinning with his too-big glasses and a wild mop of jet-black hair, Sirius clinging loosely to the hem of James's knitted jumper with the fingers of his right hand, even though they'd only met a month or two prior. James points at the other photograph then, and says: "I don't even remember taking that!"

"It was this summer," Sirius says. "Just in the garden."

It had been a hot and hazy sort of day, he remembers, and James had just been to the Post Office to pick up a parcel which had turned out to be his new phone, and he'd spent the entire afternoon running around like a madman snapping pictures of everyone and everything. A harried Effie in the kitchen, a bemused Fleamont reading his paper in the living room, and Sirius, who he'd bounded over to and slung an easy arm around, holding the phone out in the other hand and grinning.

James is quiet for a moment. The funny, uncomfortable twist in Sirius's stomach wonders for a moment if he might've got it horribly, horribly wrong. But then James is sniffing, and looking back up at Sirius, and giving him a weak, watery smile.

"Thanks, mate."

And Sirius thinks, as James looks back down at the twin photographs, that maybe he got it right this time.

#my writing #the oldest recipe for parsnip soup #hopefully you’ll be able to read the whole thing tomorrow if it’s not working for you today! #sorry!

[chainmailchalamet]

Run Rabbit, Run (Dark! Eddie Munson 🍒🪽) Pt. 3

tags: roommates to lovers, modern!metalhead!eddie munson(maybe not a complete face match to ST!Eddie, but his look is up to your imagination), predator/prey dynamic , a lil degradation, impact, knife play, jealousy, possessive behavior + language, dacryphilia, kind of fucked up intense dirty talk, face slapping, choking, morallygrey!eddie, they may or may not be completely human (also up to interpretation), and as usual always!black always!non-binary POV 🌟🍒

eddie is, by nature, patient.

patience is survival, always has been. his father was hot-headed, impulsive, reckless. moved through life without strategy, without a sense for the long game. and that got him nowhere but trouble — from one chaos to another, dragging eddie and his mama through it all, until mama woke up and said fuck this shit and dipped. because eddie’s mama was smart — selfish, sure. a shadow of a mother who let him wander off on his own because she couldn’t take the noise, couldn’t take the mess. liked to sit on her own near a lake or on the porch or on the steps of a trailer, smoking a cigarette and looking far away — eddie’d watch her sometimes, wait for her eyes to catch his, for her half-smile. and then she’d be gone, gone, gone again. dreaming of the day she could leave it all behind her, until one day she just did. left him a note, did it in her way: distantly affectionate, sorry but not ashamed, just a couple words — go find yourself some real love, and keep your ears clean for me x — and a phone number.

somehow, he understood it — knew that she just wasn’t really made for motherhood, that it just wasn’t her nature. he thought about her for a long time, tried to keep her whole in his memory, but in the end he just had pieces. a flash of wild dark hair, jasmine perfume, silver rings and cigarette smoke. faraway eyes, a wry smile.

when he called the number, it was wayne on the other end. sounded tired and sad and soft, like he’d been waiting for the call his whole life but still hoped he’d never get it. wayne picked up the phone and said she finally up and did it, huh? without a hint of judgment. eddie sniffled, went uh huh and wayne asked where his dad was at and eddie said nothing. and wayne, bless him, just got it. sighed a little, said real soft i’ll see you in the mornin’ ed, and that was that.

eddie learned from wayne what his father could never teach him -- to be gentle. wayne was the first man eddie had ever met who wore his softness with ease. He was soft with with words, gentle with his hands — he’d work graveyard shifts over at the garage, but spend the day doting on eddie, in his way. he was a little bit like his sister — he didn’t say too much, wasn’t loud about his affections, but. he tried. tried hard. took eddie to get his first library card, kept his face open and interested when eddie fell down the tolkien hole and stayed stuck, talked himself hoarse about the lore. wayne offered him an ear, asked him questions, teased him gently. how many breakfast’s they got? no wonder you like ‘em so much, they got your appetite!

which — with wayne’s cooking? anyone would eat themselves silly. the man knew how to make the most of what he got, and unlike most men, took pride in the time he spent in his mother’s kitchen. food’s the way to the heart, ed, it’s a labor of love.

eddie got it, watching wayne move through the kitchen with the utmost care, tending to each dish with a furrow between his brows. simmering the gravy for hours until the flavor was just right, standing over a grease pan with his tongs at the ready, cuz the trick to good chicken is the eyes, ed, you gotta keep your eyes on it. you gotta wait for that good brown, you’ll know it when you see it.

eddie learned patience in wayne’s little kitchen -- plucking greens, sorting through black eyed peas, developing that sense of rhythm that every good cook possessed. it was slow work, it was work that required gentle hands and a certain kind of sensitivity. knowing when a smidge was a smidge and a pinch was a pinch, because the difference was clear in the biscuits, in their fluff and their crust. the difference was in wayne’s reaction — in whether he went mm, that’s good, ed or whether he went well, fuck me. eddie lived for that difference, for the satisfaction of making wayne (hard-working, opening his home to eddie, no questions asked, wayne) close his eyes and breathe real deep with satisfaction. cooking him up something so good that he slept good, that his cheeks flushed up and he went to work whistling. eddie became, in a way, kind of addicted to providing -- it made him feel worthy, made him feel full.

made him feel full like the way music felt, like he could burst from it — he’d finger through wayne’s records while he was out at work, forming a taste for roots, bluegrass, jazz and rock. slim harpo and mama thornton and the family stone. etta james on sunday mornings, fleetwood on summer nights, ann peebles when he thought about his mama. he’d hum himself to sleep, sing along to dolly while he cooked, tap and shuffle his way around the trailer until wayne got the hint and bought him his first guitar — a dusty acoustic he picked up at a boot sale, handed over with a wry smile and a quiet to give you somethin’ to do with all that energy, because he knew eddie was restless. they never spoke about eddie’s dad, but they both know that if eddie got anything from him it was that restless spark, that white-hot energy that could be destructive without the right outlet. wayne gave him that outlet -- taught eddie the few folk songs he knew how to play and gave him the space to fumble his way through the first months of learning. even when he’d strum it wrong it sounded like a dying animal and his face with get hot with frustration, with embarrassment. wayne would just clasp him on the shoulder and remind him that it’s all just time, eds. you gotta give yourself time to grow into yourself.

wayne was the reason he became a chef — he knew that eddie was smart as a whip, but not school-smart. wayne knew that he didn’t have the mind for math and science and devoured books but couldn’t write an essay to save his life — never judged him for it, never let him feel dumb about it. just watched the way his mind worked when he measured out ingredients in the kitchen, the natural ear he had for picking up melodies, knew he just needed the right outlet. wayne gave him that -- worked extra shifts, saved up enough money to send him to the closest culinary school. it wasn’t fancy, but it was enough. he soaked up all the knowledge that he could, worked in kitchen after kitchen, worked his way up and up and up.

when the he left wayne, left virgina, left home, he wondered if his mother had felt the same way. the same bittersweet sense of there’s nothing here for me anymore, and thank god for that. he packed up his van with his guitar and a box of records and all his books, cried when he hugged wayne goodbye, said i’ll call you for sunday dinner. called him again the next sunday, and the sunday after that, and every sunday after that.

it didn’t happen overnight, all the good stuff. the money, the stability, all the new love that would come into his life by way of a kitchen in chicago, but it didn’t matter — because eddie was, by nature, hungry. he put it all in his work, in the simple pleasure of feeding, of loving. he was not his father, but — deep down, he knew he wasn’t really like wayne either. he tried hard to live like wayne had taught him — tried hard to put his claws away, to hide his teeth, to wrap himself up in wool.

he worked hard, and he loved hard, and he cared for his friends and he was good to his lovers and he used his outlets, found healthier ways to live in his skin. he took advantage of the new space he had to roam, learned new things about himself. he learned he liked his music harder, louder, raw and wrathful -- not just soft and soulful, like wayne. he found his people in basement shows and dive bars, joined a couple bands, hopped around until he found corroded coffin. learned that he could bare his teeth on stage, that he could strut around and howl and spit, make a big mess of himself and he could be loved for it. desired for it.

he learned about the power of pain -- the sting of a new tattoo, of a needle through his skin, of teeth in his neck. he learned that he liked it a little rough, liked to have his hair pulled, his throat snatched, his back scratched. found his people in play parties and dungeons and in certain online spaces. fucked around, found out. learned to take pleasure, and to give it right back. to use his mouth, his words, his hands, his hips. learned that he was a sucker for big eyes, strong arms, hairy thighs, hair that he could wrap around his fingers and tug.

kept the beast on a leash, for the most part. kept it light, kept the hunger down, down, down.

and then his roommate jon moved in with his new boyfriend, and eddie made a post on a housing group looking for someone to fill his spot. and then you.

you’d walked into his home, stinking of strawberries and cream, making his fucking mouth water. with your braids spilling down your back and your big, big eyes, and your pouty mouth and your chipped yellow nail polish and your grace jones tee and that fucking look on your face -- like you were so tired, just exhausted, like you needed a safe place to land. like you’d never been handled with care, and eddie just. knew that he could. knew that he was the only one that could. he took one look at you and every cell in his body said mine, fucking mine, made for me, made for you, mineminemine.

and he tried to keep it on a leash. he did. he would’ve. would’ve been content to just look at you and have you in his home and feed you and look at you and want (and want and want and want) and learn to live with that.

it was fine, nothing he wasn’t used to -- he knew hunger, knew how to manage it, how to keep it hidden. he had a lot of practice.

but then the funniest thing happened. you caught him looking -- and he knew the moment your eyes met his that you knew. because there was something too-sharp about that gaze. something other about it. it was like you could see all the way down into him. like you could see the thing shifting beneath his skin. you looked at him, saw all the way down into him and you didn’t run, didn’t flinch, didn’t shut down. you just looked harder. bloomed underneath his desire, opened yourself up to it -- mirrored it, bright eyes going hazy with it.

he didn’t have to touch you to know that your heart was beating double-time in your chest, that your skin was heating up, that you were wet between your thighs. he just -- knew. felt your eyes on his skin. felt the whisper of your touch in his hair, across his shoulders. knew that it made you hot that you had to look up at him, that he was broader than you, knew that you were curious about the ink in his skin, the flash of silver in his tongue when he talked. you didn’t hide it very well, the way you went faraway when he talked, took a second to get your response together. all it took was the rumble of his voice in his chest, the sight of his hands pushing his hair back from his face.

you drank him in with the sweetest, faraway look on your face. just gone, gone, gone. big, glassy eyes, pouty mouth hanging open just a smidge. looking at him all open and trusting, like a dumb bunny, like the sweetest little doll. looking at him like you needed him -- needed him to keep you full, to give you a soft place to land, to do right by you. it made him want to squeeze your face between his fingers, bite at your neck, whisper into the skin it’s ok, honey, y’don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything, y’just let me worry about all of it, just empty it all out for me, i’ll do the rest. you needed it so bad -- and eddie was made to give it to you. he knew it. knew that you knew it too.

he just had to let it all unfold as it would. just had to wait for it. but eddie was nothing if not patient -- it was just a matter of time. it’s all just time, eds.

#eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #dom eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x black!reader #black!oc #black!y/n #eddie munson smut

[gust-jar-simulator]

Currently contemplating this as the start of a chapter fic, since a few people were really interested in my idea that the Four Sword feeds on life energy and might turn Four into a vampire.

Linked Universe, Four-centric, and the manga is canon in my heart.

~⛰️🔥🌊🌪️~

The rug for stuffing personal needs under had a limit, and Four had crossed it a week ago. He hadn’t, however, realized it quite yet.

It goes like this:

Within the first week of the intertemporal road trip from hell, the Four Sword stopped charging magic attacks. They were torn about it. On the one hand, didn’t it use their own magic, which got replenished with food and rest? It was a simple magic, a knight’s magic, but surely the sword couldn’t just lose a function. They bickered with themself (selves?) about it, in between fighting and walking and attempting to socialize like they weren’t a scrambled house of cards inside, but the Four Sword was still a sword. They could fight without charge attacks, and they wouldn’t be using its signature ability around a group of strangers.

They were crazy enough without outside commentary.

(They weren’t sure what would happen, if they split on another quest. What would they become this time?)

So they kept the worry as something to pick over, alongside the ever-present busy work of polishing shields and rewrapping hilts. Vio liked a puzzle, and it wouldn’t kill anyone. Either he solved it or he didn’t- there was too much going on to be worried about their rudimentary war-magic. They had a fire rod, a hammer. It could be put aside.

What couldn’t be put aside, roughly three weeks into things, was the way Blue started getting antsy.

Hey.

A slow, meditative flex of their fingers, a habit Blue had picked up to regulate himself- and it bled through so strong they-as-Four did it, rotating their wrist to hear a bracer creak.

Did we eat this morning?

Yes, mused back loose soil and dry leaves, disinterested. Wild made sausages.

Red’s presence popped into place, a scatter of sparks. Snack?

We’re on the move, Green murmured back, low and decisive. We should save resources. The body isn’t hungry, do you just need something to fidget with?

No. Something lurked under the word, and they-as-Four did a quick glance around, stepping further away from the edge of the road. Dirt in a field, perfectly fine, but something in their gut felt cold like bottomless drops from the edge of an ice shelf. The sun was shining, the other heroes were chatting, but it felt… odd. Like a painting. Something seen through glass. Are you sure we’re not hungry?

We can’t be, the skirl of a dust devil, gentle but exasperated. we haven’t done much more than usual, and we ate well. And we’d all feel it. Vio? Red?

I’m a little bored. I want to read, that’s all, and they all ignored the flicker of thoughts under thoughts, purple hair soft under fingers and a cool shoulder bumping theirs. Vio said he wanted to read a lot, and sometimes he even meant it.

Red always meant what he said, by contrast. I don’t think I need anything? I mean I want to split, and I want to try skipping backwards, and the sun feels really good- can we roll up our sleeves or something? More sun is always good, and it’s a pretty day- but I’m okay. He’d been busy the last few miles bouncing pun ideas with Green, in the name of bonding with the group.

Nodding their head, Green kept his eyes on the road and subtly arched a brow, letting Blue feel it. I just want to get where we’re going, wherever that is. I know we normally stop and check for Minish, but it’s honestly been the same thing day in and day out for weeks and I’m tired. And maybe, irrationally, if they threw themselves at the boring pattern of the divine plan it would finally cough up more clues. More progress. Anything other than the monotony. Green liked a good adventure, but so far the adventure was “some sort of black lizard makes portals”. He needed more. He needed something.

Blue didn’t answer, and Green felt himself frown as the other two paused.

“What?” Under their breath, a quick glance around to make sure no one looked back at them, pushing the words past teeth and tongue to carve them into sense. “I’m just-“

You’re not having fun. The inexorable grip of deep water. You love this kind of shit, we’re so far from home it’s insane, and you haven’t looked at a single cloud. Red’s acting like we’ve been inside for a month and wants our entire shirt off. Vio’s doing Vio shit. Their hand flexed again, slow and methodical and tense. I want to fight.

That’s not new? Fireplace crackling. You like fighting.

No. Listen. Black ice, storm water, but what made it more disturbing was that Blue sounded almost gentle. He wasn’t snapping, wasn’t pushing, very nearly holding their mental hands to make them pay attention, and Four’s heart was hummingbird-fast. I don’t need to… work shit out, I’m not any more pissy than usual, it’s- it’s like being hungry. I want to. Our blood’s too fucking calm. I need to be- alive, or something, need to crush a skull to fix mine, and it’s kind of fucking with me actually. Hooray, good on us for not being in danger 24/7, but I existed at home just fine without feeling like I need more. You get me?

We are, Vio pointed out, on a dangerous quest far from home. It’s likely anxiety.

Feels like a craving.

We’re used to stress, their earth parried, and without trouble we’re apparently borrowing some. We’ll find you something to fidget with, and volunteer to chop firewood tonight.

We’re all scared. A candle-flicker, bright and watchful. Do you guys wanna talk about it?

“I want,” Green muttered firmly, “to get a move on. We’re out in the open right now- I don’t want to open up our emotions and be interrupted by moblins. We can address it later.”

I guess…

They didn’t talk about it later.

#my writing #lu four #red link #green link #blue link #vio link

[silvercaptain24]

okay nope now I'm thinking about this and now I want to figure out what everyone's powers are. XD Welcome to my brain, people.

Time: Not quite shifting, but he can shift into the Fierce Deity? Which is why that's what he's known as.

Twilight: Shadow powers- he can shift into Wolfie when he's in a shadow, and can also teleport when he's touching a shadow.

Sky- gravity manipulation! He can't quite fly, but he can sort of walk in the air, and make things float or get heavier.

Warriors- Stealth, and its opposite! His powers allow him to have everyone's eyes on him (great for distractions and letting little brothers sneak away), but if he doesn't want you to see him, you won't.

Legend- Wild Card! No literally, he has a deck of cards, and whatever's on the one he pulls out is his power. He can't switch for an hour minimum, but sometimes it takes up to two days.

Hyrule- he can't heal, necessarily, but he can erase wounds. However, those wounds always have to go somewhere- usually to himself. This makes things interesting for the others.

Four- can split into four (obvs.) but each of those four have their own elemental powers, and when he's whole he can access any of them.

Wild- You know all the runes on the Sheikah Slate? That's what he can do, except without the Slate. (he still keeps it to keep up appearances, though.)

Wind- his powers are still coming in, so what they actually are isn't known yet, but he uses the Wind Waker as a focus point for them!

Bonus:

The Hero (but the antagonist of our story) Ganondorf: Besides political connections and money? Malice. He can create it, destroy it, make poison out of it use it in any way possible. Which makes things... interesting.

#silver writes #linked universe #lu warriors #lu time #lu wind #lu wild #lu four #lu sky #lu twilight #lu legend #lu hyrule #the Zelda's are all here too #but they aren't main characters #I need a name for this guy #hmmm #anyone got any ideas? #silver's thoughts #Villain AU

[nerdnag]

Hi Sara! You are wise and cool and I'd appreciate advice if you have any! I am trying to make friends especially with fellow autistic people in real life but it is very very hard and scary also I don't know how to find people who want friends. Do you have any advice? (Please only answer if you want to!)

Thank you Ghostly!! 🙏 You are so valid - it *is* hard and scary to make irl friends!! (... Online friends too, tbh)

I don't know if I have any helpful advice, but I'll try!

I think what's worked best for me is to meet people in contexts that are related to specific, niche interests. I'm not entirely sure I have any IRL friends anymore who are only autistic, I do have a bunch who are both autistic and have ADHD though. And all of them, I've met through various kinds of special interests.

For example, several people in my TTRPG group are neurodiverse. How did I meet them? I happened to sit next to a guy I'd never spoken to before while at a work lunch, and we got to talking fantasy books (... I don't really remember how), which got us into RPG talk, which eventually led to him asking me by the end of the lunch whether I'd like to join the TTRPG group that he and some of his friends were starting up soon. That was 3,5 years ago, and we're still playing together to this day!

Another, I met through Magic: The Gathering - we were going to the same weekend event (not related to MtG) and I saw him post in a thread about looking for people to play some games with, so I replied to him, and we pretty much clicked right away because it turned out we had lots of other similar interests as well.

A third, I got to know through playing social deception games at yet another event, in which we sort of fell into a banter-y jargon while trying to convince everyone else to vote out the other. (We were both the wild cards in every game, because I had a habit of grinning wildly and looking generally untrustworthy regardless of which role I was given, and he had an absolutely straight face regardless and was really hard to read, so we pretty quickly identified each other as friendly rivals.) Then I figured out he lived in the same city as I did, and my train was cancelled, so I used my Charisma™ to hitch a ride with him and his dad back home :D

... So based on my own experiences, it seems I've mostly met other neurodiverse people through various kinds of games, which is one of my great passions in life! Depending on what your interests are, maybe there are events, groups or such that you could be on the lookout for? Sort of like it usually happens on Tumblr I guess, but IRL it's a bit harder since you have to do more work and research to find those places and communities.

The thing is though, it will always be scary. The first time I went to play with the TTRPG group, I was super scared. I barely said anything during the first hour or so, and even after several sessions, it still took some time each time to get back into it and relax. But I always have a lot of fun while playing, and I know they appreciate having me there, so that makes it easier to relax and not worry so much. It was the same thing with the MtG friend - I rewrote that first message sooo many times, and then had a racing heart by the time I went to meet up with him. The trick for me has been to recognise when it's worth pushing through that discomfort, and try to be accepting of the fact that sometimes it won't work out, but sometimes it will; sometimes it will lead to amazing friendships, but sometimes it will fizzle out or face plant before it could even start. And that's fine.

It gets easier with time in my experience, but it never gets easy. I've sort of had to accept that I usually don't make a great first impression. It's not that I make a bad impression, I just don't think I make much of an impression at all - I probably seem more shy than I really am, and sometimes my fears make me behave really awkwardly. But after a couple times, as I start to relax and get more comfortable being myself, I think I can make a really really good impression! And I stress a little less about first impressions when I remind myself of that.

Oh, and one more thing: I've personally found that it's a lot easier to meet new people if they are there by themselves. People who already hang out in groups are much harder to approach. Because of this reason, actually, I tend to avoid going to places together with my friends if my aim is to meet new people. It means I won't have the comfort and safety of my friends with me, but it increases the likelihood that I'll approach people I wouldn't have talked to others - or that they will approach me! (The friend I met through social deception games is the opposite, though. He says the comfort of having friends with him makes him more relaxed and confident, which makes it easier for him to meet new people.)

#ask a nerd #i hope this helped? #As usual I kinda feel like I started rambling. #But I really appreciate that you asked me this!! I'm happy you think I'm someone who can give good advice ^_^ #I think you are an awesome person and I am glad that we met!!

[twelvedaysinaugust]

One question I have: I don’t see the point of such a social media strategy beyond, well, keeping Louis (and Harry) closeted. (And that definitely could be the goal.) Louis relies heavily on fan projects and engagement and most of his fans are Larries. We’ve always said that it seems like Louis and his team try to kill off his most dedicated fans during promo season. If the goal is to get rid of Larries and expand his fanbase, I don’t see much evidence of the latter.//

PR anon again. Clients don't always do what we advise them to do and sometimes they do go off script. I'm not saying I know everything about the situation or what Louis/his team intend, but I do want to make it clear that social media is a huge part of PR and while it may seem organic, it is not. The more organic it seems, the better we are at doing our job.

When I evaluate the Bentley situation, I see a great PR opportunity. It's rare to find a kid that knows your songs and seems to be a genuine fan. The mom is active on social media. The DMs and face time also hit the markers for Louis's fan engagement (personal, connected, same level, I need you/you need me). I think Louis wants to present himself as accessible to fans, but it does not mean that Louis is actually accessible to fans.

The wild card is Larry. If Louis were my client and he wanted to maintain this idea of accessibility with fans, I would advise him to control the interaction not only in person, but also within the social media landscape which is where he is most vulnerable. People will do lots of things on social media that they will not do in person. If those DMs are real (I tend to think they are based on how he approaches SM), he sets the tone immediately on Larry and then continues with the positive fan interaction. Louis and his team must have decided the positive promotion with Bentley was worth the Larry boundary. I do think boundary is the correct word. The DM was an intentional written interaction with the fan in hopes the message would reach a larger social media audience, like an influencer.

Why would he do this when most of his fans are Larries? I have thought about this from a lot of different angles. And the answer that makes the most sense to me is that I don't think anyone thought losing fans would be a risk. Louis has denied Larry before and he still has a large fan base dedicated to fan projects and they continue to be very engaged in his success. I think the intention of the DM is to draw a boundary about how Larry is discussed with Louis in person and/or on social media. It keeps him accessible to personal fan interaction and also attempts to control the interaction.

I think in the past, Louis has not been consistent with social media and at times, may have acted on his own or acted in defiance to a plan. I think since the pandemic, Louis has been more consistent in the story he wants to tell about his life publicly. I do see a more personal commitment to adhere to objectives surrounding his public image.

I think Louis wants to be close to fans, but also doesn't want to be close to fans. He wants to be close to them on his terms which can be quite difficult to navigate because people act all sorts of ways and can be unpredictable both in person and on social media. Louis does seem to excel at more 1:1 interaction and possibly his team is trying to play to his strength but in a way that doesn't harm him. I think Louis and his team are counting on fan loyalty to ignore the stuff they don't like (public Larry denials) and embrace the stuff they do like (personal Larry interaction at concerts). I think it's a gamble.

Thanks for coming back, anon. Very interesting thoughts. I think you’re probably correct.

#Louis’ DM

[skylinesnsunshines]

May you do Monsta x changkyun Ideal + as a boyfriend. Thank you!!

yes i may!! very long overdue but ive been missing him sm lately so here it is! i hope you enjoy <3

DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)

decks used: ethereal visions tarot, archetype cards by caroline myss, heavenly bodies astrology, the wild unknown animal by kim krans

(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)

personal readings

IDEAL TYPE

the magician, 2 of swords rx, ace of wands rx, 9 of pentacles rx | earth: persistence, patience and practicality | mouse | liberator

changkyun could be interested in someone spiritual, as the magician is represented as someone who is a great manifestor and someone resourceful. the combination of 2 of swords rx and the magician reminds me of someone who is a go-getter and focused on achieving success in their career, sort of like someone who has tunnel vision and has lots of dreams and willingness to achieve it. even though changkyun seems to innately like being the provider, i still feel someone who has accomplishments is a turn-on for him. 2 of swords rx can also paint someone who is decisive and ruthless in a way, like someone who people fear due to a quiet strength. they might not be the most boisterous person in the room, but their aura garners respect from people. the ace of wands rx reminds me of someone private with their ideas, someone that can be scattered in a way when it comes to their thought processes, but has large ideas, i also heard the word humanitarian come to mind. the 9 of pentacles rx on the bottom describes someone who hustles and has a strong sense of self-worth. i also envision someone who has built their career themselves, and doesn't rely on anyone for their successes. i feel this person is someone who takes their career seriously, and puts their head down when they are working so they don't attract unwanted attention.

changkyun might be interested in those who can ground him more in reality, as his placements give off someone who is more cerebral/dreamy. changkyun could find someone who is very goal-oriented attractive as the earth card focuses on material possessions. the other words such as patience and practicality are traits that i feel changkyun finds also looks for, so overall someone who has a lot of willpower, is pragmatic and disciplined with multiple areas in their lives. the mouse card illustrates someone detail-oriented, organised and nit-picky. changkyun could want someone who is a bit of a control freak and loves organising their lives, the type of people who have 5-10 year plans or is always one step ahead. the way i interpret it is that it makes sense why changkyun wants someone who has a bit of nervous energy, as he will teach them to be more open and adaptable. his ideal type could be someone who frees themselves and others from outdated beliefs, while also releasing negative thought patterns. this person is seen as a leader and a trailblazer, and i think changkyun finds those qualities very attractive. i feel changkyun would like his s.o. to be his source of motivation and inspiration, not only for himself but for others as well.

AS A BOYFRIEND

the hermit, justice rx, strength, 8 of cups rx | the sun: self-expression and embody truth | spider | knight

the first thing that came to mind when i was shuffling the cards was that changkyun could be someone who's very private with his love life, for example, he prefers just being with his person in privacy instead of going out and meeting with others etc. he comes off as a homebody boyfriend to me, or even just preferring dates that are more remote. the hermit embodies patience and guidance which i feel is what changkyun would be like as a boyfriend, someone who is patient and loves teaching/guiding his person. the justice rx tells me that changkyun has a tendency to struggle with boundaries and can come off as "overgiving" or something of that nature. strength tells me that changkyun is happy to bear the burden of his s.o. and not tell anyone. 8 of cups rx indicates that changkyun can be someone who won't give up on the relationship even if it isn't working. he will do everything in his power to make the relationship work (his pisces venus:')). i think overall, changkyun can be said as someone who is extremely selfless, private, emotionally strong and someone who struggles with leaving, even though it is necessary.

the sun tells me that changkyun will make the relationship the centre of his world. changkyun will become livelier and more energised in the relationship and even act childlike at times. changkyun will be someone who is more self-assured in the relationship. the spider card denotes someone who's an ingenious creator who is able to support the spider and those around them financially and spiritually. this can indicate that changkyun loves being the provider in relationships and actually likes being relied on as it's innate within him and gives him a sense of purpose. this could be tied to his pisces venus as this placement often indicates selflessness and service. this card also tells me that changkyun often bears the burden for others and doesn't like to show others his vulnerability. in a relationship though, i see him as someone enthusiastic, playful and even creative. i wouldn't be surprised if he is constantly making music for or inspired by his significant other.

the knight card represents loyalty, romance and chivalry and a love of honour. changkyun could be the type to be take pride in being the gentleman. even though his aquarius placements make him more unconventional in love, his capricorn mercury and aries moon makes him still place an importance on tradition and perpetuating certain gender roles. even though I feel changkyun is more liberal in that aspect and does not 100% subscribe to traditional gender roles, there is this innate feeling of need regarding him being the provider. i can also see him defending his relationship from others (if there is any criticism) and holding his relationship to the utmost importance. with his pieces venus, I do feel that he tends to go for partners that he can "fix" so he might feel obligated to be his person's knight in shining armour.

that is all! if you have any feedback, comments, queries or requests please don’t hesitate to reach out to me my ask box is always open. sending you all love, light, positivity and abundance <3 much love

#kpop predictions #kpop readings #kpop tarot #kpop tarot reading #kpop tarot blog #kpop astrology #monsta x tarot #monsta x tarot reading #tarotblr #tarot reading #im changkyun tarot reading #im changkyun tarot #changkyun tarot #changkyun tarot reading #monsta x astrology #monsta x astrology reading #i.m monsta x #i.m monsta x reading #i.m monsta x tarot #i.m monsta x tarot reading #i.m monsta x astrology #i.m monsta x astrology reading

[unwisemagi]

Parent Scrybe Au PT 4

The last of child origins. Leshy was honestly the hardest for me. The mythology and folklore around Leshy is really interesting. I highly recommend looking it up to any interested.

Leshy

To say the scrybe of beast loved children would be an understatement. He adored them. When parents had to gather materials from the forest, he was more than happy to watch over the little ones and ensure their safety, especially if the parent had no one to help them. He would entertain them with games and songs and teach them about the forest. Because of this, the people who lived around, or in some cases, in the forest held Leshy in high regard. He was lucky enough to have a good and respectful relationship with his citizens, something not all the scrybes could say. The only thing that stopped him from having a child of his own was the work that came with being a scrybe. He feared he would not be able to give full attention to a little one. He couldn't bear the thought of being a negligent parent. So even though it hurt him (he would never admit it) he thought it best to be without a child of his own. This changed during the very beginnings of winter.

Activity in the forest had slowed down as  the first snow started to fall. A good portion of plant life had gone dormant, fish migrated to warmer waters and beasts were either hibernating or had migrated. The townsfolk had taken special care to ensure they had all the supplies they needed before hunkering down in their homes. The forest was more difficult to navigate during winter, so there would be very few, if any, visitors. Despite the cold and harshness winter brought, Leshy enjoyed it. Winter brought a few new beasts to his forest and since the townsfolk would not be visiting, they wouldn't be scared off. It made winter a good time for him to make new cards and find inspiration.

So while the townsfolk hunkered down and his companions cozied up in their homes, Leshy prepared to go out. He was lucky in that he was able to tolerate extreme weather fairly well. It made the biting cold more of an annoyance than a worry. Though he didn't forget to wear his scarf (Grimora insisted he needed something for the cold.) before he ventured out. It was still snowing, but not heavy enough to be a problem. The forest floor was just dusted with snow, making trekking through it a breeze. This season, he was hopeful to encounter a fox. They were such elusive creatures, even for the scrybe of beasts. They always managed to just slip past him, which made him admire the clever creatures. However, it would not be a fox he found that winter.

As he continued his trek, he encountered clear signs of beasts active in the area.  He recognized a few this marks, like the fleeting tracks of wolves and marks of rodents in the trees. But there were a few he found odd. There were fresh hoof prints. Of course hoof prints weren't odd, but these ones were out of place. Wild goats were rare to find in his forest, young goats even rarer. What made it even stranger was the dropped pieces of what seemed to be nesting material. Goats did not nest. Of course it could be a new beast that had decided to make the forest its home. He was no stranger to the more exotic beasts that could be found. He would never know unless he investigated though, and that is exactly what he did.

Leshy carefully followed the tracks and the dropped materials. He was silent as he moved so as not to startle whatever it was that made these tracks. Eventually the trail ended at the base of an old and withered tree. He took a small look around and found a burrow of sorts hidden by the tree's roots. It had clearly been made by something inexperienced. It was sloppy and not well put together, but the roots of the tree helped keep it together. What could have made this he wondered. He perked up as his keen ears heard movement from the burrow. He grew excited to see the new creature that graces his forest and readied his camera, only to drop it in once the creature revealed itself.

If you had known of the scrybes presence, you would have stayed hidden. But you were young and very inexperienced. The moment your eyes landed on him, your ears pin to the side of your head and your wild leafy-like hair fluffed out. You hiss at him in warning and start to growl. In your mind you were threatening, in reality it was like an angry kitten. 

Leshy took a moment to compose himself before slowly and carefully lowering himself to the ground. He made himself as non threatening as he could, and turned his gaze away from you. Staring could be seen as a threat in the world of beasts. He didn't know how long it took until you approached him. You were low to the ground carefully slinking closer. As you approached he watched with a side glance and felt his heart break. You were underweight. Your hooves were overgrown and patches of fur were missing from your legs. The fur you still had seemed matted. It was clear life had not been the kindest to you.

Leshy let you investigate him a bit, before reaching over towards you. When you noticed the movement, you recoiled back violently and hissed again. 

“Hush now little one. I will not harm you.”

You didn't understand his words. You were feral with little to no social interaction. However the tone he used was calming. Your guard fell enough for him to gently pat your head. Your ears went sideways and you made noises of uneasy and confusion. You had never been pat before so the action was confusing. In that moment, as you seemed to try and understand the gentle show of affection, he decided he would not leave you here. He did not know your origins or who had dared to harm you, but he would ensure it never happened again.

It took time for you to feel safe with your new parent and home. But once you were Leshy was given the joy of a rambunctious and affectionate child. You were prone to zoomies which never ceased to amuse him and were endlessly curious. He truly adored you and was so proud at how far you had come. Though he wished you would stop trying to bite everything, even if it was funny watching PO3 try to hide from you. 

#inscryption #inscryption au #inscryption writing #child reader #behold: my hyper fixation

[gachagon]

Hey gachagon! If bluelock characters were in genshin what vision do you think they would have?

Oh my gosh I've been hoping for someone to ask this of me because its not like I haven't thought about this for ages or anything T_T But here's a list really quickly!

Isagi: Anemo bow (4 star) I think Isagi's always thinking about how best to move "freely" on the field or whatever, which is why I think he'd be another short anemo boy. If he had a kit I think it would definitely be focused more on EM sort of like Kazuha.

Bachira: Anemo Polearm (5 star) He's also very free spirited and his whole arc was about learning to play alone and by himself without having to rely on others in a game, or to play beside someone else. If he had a kit, I think it'd be an ER based one because of his dribbling.

Chigiri: Pyro Polearm (5 star because he's my favorite <3) In the first arc he was kinda sad and mopey and would avoid people, which isn't really like Pyro characters at all. But after his arc he actually is pretty friendly and open, and he's the more extroverted one out of Kunigiri if we're being honest, so I think Pryo does suit him. Chigiri is also very passionate about soccer to the point where he joined Blue Lock to find a reason to quit, and couldn't find it. If he had a kit it would definitely be based around something really niche and technical like reverse melt lol

Kunigami: Hydro Claymore (5 star) (Hydro is controversial but HEAR ME OUT-) He has a unique sense of justice but also wants to strive to help other people. And like a lot of hydro characters, I think he also suffers a lot from his own self confidence and self worth, as in I think he's a person who has worked really hard to feel as if he belongs and he's worked hard to uphold this "Hero image". After the Wild Card route though I can see him working hard on trying to be best "replacement" he can. I think he would function like Eula and be a physical character who uses their Hydro to boost their Phys stats.

Rin: Electro Sword (5 star) Electro characters are all about being outcasts but also subsequently leaders, so I think Rin fits perfectly for Electro. I think he'd be a really selfish DPS like Cyno that needs a shit ton of supports to actually drive. People would use him if they want to be sweaty in abyss.

Sae: Dendro Sword (5 star) Dendro characters are all about having this drive to continue learning about something and studying something they're passionate about, so I definitely think that Sae fits this considering he does care to find more people who make soccer interesting for himself. He went on what was essentially a study abroad trip for him, and made a name for himself while learning all about soccer. And when he came back he just tried to tell his brother all about the "good news" lol. He'd be a Hyperbloom focused dendro character like Kaveh, would have low scalings for Aggravate purely so you can't use him with Rin that well (just like in the manga!)

Nagi: Geo Catalyst (4 star) Geo characters are incredibly determined and have a pretty straight forward attitude. When they have a goal in sight they don't give up on it, and I think that fits Nagi perfectly. Sure he's lazy, but I can't see him ever giving up Soccer because it's something he genuinely does care about, and it makes the person he's with happy as well. Also when I think of Geo i think of kits that make being a DPS easy as hell. I think he'd be a broken support like Gorou.

Reo: Pyro Sword (5 star) Reo's whole thing is striving for things he wants, so that's why I think he'd be a pyro character. In most manga panels before the breakup, he's smiling and happy and literally dragging and carrying Nagi everywhere he can T_T The man went into a full on depressive episode because he thought his "soccer partner" chose someone else over him and gave up wanting to play soccer with him forever. I think he'd a full on Pyro DPS like Diluc.

Barou: Electro Claymore (5 star) Electro characters are all outcasts in my eyes, and I definitely think Barou fits that description given how he's practically pushed everyone away to be on top. He imagined himself as a nobody in a lame apartment after having to even THINK about passing to Isagi during one game, the guys got issues with not being number 1 T_T. I think he'd be a full on Aggravate character, but you could also use him in other places.

ahhhhhh here's all the ones I could think of for now because like this post is already so long and full of my ramblings about them lol

#Blue lock #bllk #blue lock headcanons #genshin impact #reonagi #kunigiri #bachisagi

[seijorhi]

Hey rhi….. words can’t express how much I loved your new tsumu fic. Throughout the entire fic it kept reminding me of twilight 🫣, which I absolutely love cause I fucking love the twilight series. The whole werewolf vibe was giving Jacob black all you needed was the vampires lol (although there are still quite a few differences from the fic and twilight, but for some strange reason my mind thought of twilight 🥲 alright I’ll stop geeking about twilight now).

I was genuinely surprised when you mentioned that tsumu had no bleach in his hair cuz like you expect him to have his hair blonde but I’m pretty sure the color of his hair is the least of his worries. It does make me a bit sad though finding how he was on his way to the youth team and possibly even going pro but he can’t because he got turned into a werewolf (even though he’s evil and also fucks up the readers life as well, it’s makes me sad that the both of them can never go back to the life they once had). I’m also sad that mako is going to have such a gruesome end, truly devastating. And the fact that tsumu and the reader eats people had me very much like HUUHHH 😟😳😀🤨⁉️ for some reason it had NEVER crossed my mind what a werewolves diet consisted of lol. Overall though, I really enjoyed your fic, like I said before ,anything with either one of the twins (or even the both of them) is already my favorite.

And just like always I have a couple of questions, remember you don’t have to feel obligated to answer any or all of them I’m perfectly content even if you so much as just read this message 🩵

so let’s begin….

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he?

Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

These are all the questions I can think of at the moment but rest assured I’ll be back if I have more. Also sorry there’s a bit more questions than last time but curiosity got the best of me 😓. Thank you so much if you actually made it all the way down here and if you actually answer any of these questions 🌬️. Your miya fics are always a nice little gift. Hands down, an amazing fic, I will definitely be rereading it. Love you and your fics so much rhi, keep up the good work babe 🫶🏼.

- that one long ‘means to an end’ ask nonnie 🌬️☁️

nonnie i take it back, i am no longer smooching ur forehead. i am coming to kiss you directly on the mouth. ily <33

alright, let's tackle these questions:

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he? Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

out on a run through the woods, on the same track he'd run a thousand times. definitely a victim of opportunity

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

similar kind of to the reader – the same fucked up sort of hallucinating trip, filled with unimaginable pain. the difference is he had someone there to talk him through it and explain what was happening

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

he can and he has before, but he prefers to take his opportunities where they come up. plenty of vacant (or easily vacated) properties and places to crash and clean up. but he does move around a lot too, staying in one place for too long draws too much attention

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

his family, for the most part, is in the dark, there's very little if any contact. going back, seeing them – it's like an open wound. if you asked his parents they'd say it was drugs or something like that that stole their son from them. samu doesn't know the full truth – but he know it's not drugs that changed him. i kind of have this mini headcanon that samu's the one who sees the blood he missed cleaning off him, maybe he saw him stumble in one night, wide eyed and horrified but what he'd done. he knows enough not to ask.

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

sort of like i said above, he's got an inkling that whatever tsumu is, it ain't human. he'll always love his brother, always be on his side when it counts. as to whether he'd want to become one too... yeah. not because he thinks it's cool or he wants to be strong and powerful and live a longer life – no, he'd go into it knowing he'd lose his humanity. he's glimpsed the ugliness of it, the brutality, but at the end of the day it kills him that tsumu's going through it alone.

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

not to protect them out of any like secret werewolf code or anything, but he'd keep his silence and his distance to protect them from the grim truth.

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

he was back home for a very short period and quickly realised that he couldn't just slip back into his old life. he's fundamentally changed. there is no going back.

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

just tsumu, though samu was definitely aware of it

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

answered that one here

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

she knew it was a wolf-ish creature, but definitely not a wolf. she had no idea it was atsumu though

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

he might've been an asshole, and by the time he meets up with the reader again he's learned to accept and embrace the monster that he is, but there's a big leap between being an arrogant, obsessive bastard and being something inhuman.

his whole life was ripped away from him. he was forced to leave his family – osamu – behind. he actually ends up killing the one who turned him, partially out of anger for interrupting his attack on the reader and stopping him from getting a chance to bite her, but also out of resentment.

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

he lost her and spent years trying to track her down again, it was simply bad luck (on her part) that he managed to find her.

#i did have a twilight phase #actually it's kinda funny that werewolves made it onto the fic list #before vampires did ghfjekldkjf #🌬️☁️ nonnie #rhi answers #fic asks #scar tissue

[nenekobasu]

all that aside it's interesting that isagi's ambidexterity is highlighted here in this field where handedness is a point of contention, sort of. kunigami should physically be noa yet his ambidexterity hasn't been brought up once, nanase is a genuine ambidexterity, and within this volume kaiser's right leg comes out seeming inferior simply because it was neutralized while isagi scored using both legs. (shidou who scored with a header doesn’t have his handedness brought up at all; he's in a category of his own.) even the name "two-gun" suggests a balance/equality within isagi's body that would presumably come with ambidexterity, even though his left shot is supposed to be inferior to his right

ambidexterity is within blue lock a marker of number 1. this is because noa is number 1 and ambidexterity is his signature trait, kunigami's win in the wild card round was due to him becoming successfully ambidextrous (if this is ignored in pxg, it's probably a sign the manga doesn't consider kunigami to be a contender for best striker for now), nanase is rin-adjacent and his ambidexterity is why rin (number 1) picks him up, and isagi achieving ambidexterity in ch.257 was yet another sign that he achieved his number 1 self which was also his main aim for the match. kaiser only having a right leg shot puts him out of contention for number 1 entirely, but then again "his right shot is number 1, if only in swing speed. there, he surpasses me" kaiser was always an existence who surpasses number 1 not an existence who achieves it, that's kaiser's weird connection/non-connection to the concept of number 1

at ubers start blue lock made a dangerous point about handedness when kunigami warned isagi against chasing true ambidexterity, warning it would ruin his body (the start of that match also highlighted the importance of physical specs through the mick parable). canonically that was 20(?) days ago, maybe since then isagi was able to push his acquired talents to a point where his lefty and right shots can be treated as equal by the story? in any case within this manga ambidexterity marks someone as number 1 or number 1-adjacent and it's no coincidence that blue lock has already made it a central thread of pxg, or that isagi's best performance was a shot where he uses both legs

#kaiserposting