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LoTR Characters + Pregnant Reader (Wife!Reader)

Back with more parent AU because it's some of my favorite fluff! Consider this a Part 1 to an anon request that’ll be on its way hehe (also an AU where something happens with Celebrían apparently 😥)

Warnings: conception, pregnancy-related illness and symptoms mentioned, very long post lol

Aragorn

✧ Neither of you had made any concrete plans. No set in stone hour of your marriage reserved for the growth of your family or dubbed too early. Thus, you are unsure how your husband will feel about your news, the fact that you got yourself checked out the first moment of illness, mother's intuition in full service already, it would seem. You cannot keep your smile to yourself, though, as you stroll in search of Aragorn, hand hovering about your own waist as if in disbelief. He had just returned from a hunting trip when you found him, smiling shakily at his amusement when you pulled him immediately aside into the next room over. "What troubles your heart?" The man had intuition of his own, years of silent observation- there was no lying to him. "I just learned that I am with child, Aragorn," you took his hand, seeing no point in being anything but direct, "due for the birth next spring if all goes well." "With blossom comes the next blessing of my kin," your husband replied, that wise look in his blue eyes causing you to shake your head fondly, "what could be more beautiful? What a gift you have given me and how could I ever repay it?" Shaking your head once more, you simply grinned and, sighing with relief and anticipation alike, replied that being the amazing father you know him to be will be all you need. Leaning forward, Aragorn laid his head against yours, brushing your noses as he held you.

✧ Looking out upon the kingdom, the realization that is is his kingdom still sinking in, and that he has made this place a home for new life as well. That this is the very reason he fought for a safe world. It brings such a rush to his heart that he goes off in search of you at once, kissing you warmly and caressing your still-small bump.

✧ Aragorn loves doing anything he possibly can to make your days easier, treating you like the queen you quite literally are! He pampers you with treatment like massages, washing your hair for you, drawing you baths, and the like.

✧ While you no doubt have many people at your disposal, quite similarly your husband enjoys cooking for you by hand and memorizes everything that makes you sick if anything as well as the random foods your cravings make you obsessed with, trying to creatively incorporate them into everything.

✧ You knew it already, but your pregnancy brings about the reminder that this man has such a way with encouraging words, his voice the only thing that cuts through the clouds of your changing moods.

✧ Aragorn is the one who tells you not to be so hard on yourself, that you are doing an amazing thing and you are desirable as yourself, no more and no less. No need to hide yourself, no need to perform, no need to feel anything less than the beautiful soul you have always been. Remember, he tells you, he is going nowhere, and you will endure all together.

Legolas

✧ For so long had you and Legolas hoped for your little life, long enough of trial and hope that you’d all but given up until you felt a shift. Felt on the brink of illness at nearly all times, seeking healing for a mystery illness and leaving with news that had your husband holding you for minutes on end, tears sliding down his cheeks, and refusing to let go of your hand all day. Holding you like you might shatter, his other hand wrapped gently around your waist where his hand can brush the curve of your soon-to-be-growing belly. “We did it, my love. We will finally be three.”

✧ Your husband grows wistful, getting a distant look in his eyes before smiling and reminiscing on his younger days. “What demeanor shall our little one have, do you say? I would not mind having two of you,” he teases, while you say a child like him would be much easier!

✧ “Both of your little ones sound quite healthy.” “Both?” You are shocked, but Legolas’s grin never falters, nor does his surprisingly tight, hearty grip upon your shoulders. “Twins,” he keeps repeating in wonder throughout the day.

✧ You and Legolas have a bet running on the twins, if they are to be identical or not. You think they are both boys, while Legolas thinks he has a little girl waiting for him, too. “Wishful thinking,” you tease him. “Absolutely,” he agrees, smiling softly at you.

✧ As time passes, he does tease you about your waddle. “Shall I slow down a bit?” Cheeky prince, but that’s why you love him!

✧ Legolas’s eyes never fix you with anything but awe. He is simply amazed at all the wonders your body is capable of and what it endures. Even though that wonder also manifests as him almost constantly asking if you are alright, it is worth it when your husband looks at you as though captivated by a goddess.

Boromir

✧ Boromir caught you with your eyes bulging out of your head, not a single chance of delaying your discussion. Such news as you have just received can only be considered a blessing, and yet you still are shaken to the core with the spiking precursor of excitement and hope, hope that your husband would be happy. Your words burst forth the moment he took your hands, asking you whatever was wrong and nodding faster and faster with each step of your detailed medical visit. His smile grew and grew until he could hardly help himself, taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss that more than assuaged your worries. “Why do you look so worried? Such a wonderful blessing was beyond anything I could imagine,” he tells you, a hand reaching to rest gently upon you.

✧ He all but tackles you to bed that night, kissing again and again your lips, your cheeks, and down finally to your belly.

✧ Boromir’s appreciation of your body never ceases your entire wait. His hands always caressing you, his words always sweet upon your ears, especially to cut through the deprecating ones your own lips utter. It baffles your husband that you cannot see how utterly glowing you are.

✧ One hundred percent though will he be teasing you about the odd cravings you get; even as he goes to fetch them he’s making faces, asking if you’re sure, joking about what strange taste the little one has.

✧ You suspect you are carrying a son while Boromir’s guess is a little girl. After you remind him that a mother knows, he rests a hand over your bump and replies with a teasing grin “Why can’t a father know as well?” “Because you do not have to carry him for the better part of a year!”

✧ One of Boromir's favorite things in this world is the sight of how his lent garments fit you tighter and tighter, bringing a twinge to both the loving and the possessive sides of his heart...and his hands to wrap around you or cup your cheeks and pull you into a kiss!

Gimli

✧ His intuition is off the proverbial charts. It is he who first makes any mention of your chances, stating you should not strain yourself in your condition. You are confused, you even protest, but in the end you have your little appointment and your husband has a smug little moment of ‘I told you so’ before the realization of just what he’d been sensing hits him, dropping his jaw and sending his arms flying about you, lifting you up into the air with a hearty laugh. “The mighty line continues! And thanks to such a beautiful lassie no less! You'll want for nothing, I promise you, and no harm'll come to either of you while I yet draw breath."

✧ Has strong opinions about how well you should be eating, so barring you being stricken with sickness Gimli will be making or otherwise providing for you the heartiest of meals, all the things he believes are necessary to raise up a strong little dwarfling. Thank the fortitude and solace of his people, but you are sick very little your entire journey with this and all other little ones you share!

✧ Given the strength of dwarven genetics, you both assume that you are expecting a boy; thus, your husband insists on crafting a tiny axe for him. “For when he’s older, of course!” Gimli assures you, waving his hands defensively.

✧ No worries about your pregnancy weight here- suffice it to say that a dwarf finds the extra pounds quite appealing and has no hesitation about showing you such!

✧ Any exhaustion you feel is the only thing that stops Gimli from taking you around to all his friends and loved ones and likely anyone else who will listen and announce that he has a child on the way!

✧ Nesting is a very strong instinct of his! Gimli builds and crafts by hand all of your baby's furniture and decor, even an adorable mobile of horses, little dwarves with pickaxes, and little effigies of your favorite animal all dangling above his crib! Leaning his head against your belly, he asks the baby "Well, what do you think? Only the finest for my little flame!"

Frodo

✧ Your husband wasn’t sure at first. Not sure if he would feel whole enough after all he endured to bring a life into this world, but you, oh, you… The one who brought life vividly rushing back to his heart, color returning to his life and comfort to his pain. One day a pang struck his heart and he realized it would mean the world if after it all he was able to create life, and more importantly to have something so amazing come of your love. Soon after you both eagerly hoped for the signs, and it took but a few months. Frodo worried you would be sick, but confirmation comes after weeks without your cycle, nothing more. For once, no pain shall come to Frodo Baggins or those he loves.

✧ Your health is his greatest concern, so much so in fact that Frodo has soon befriended practically every midwife in the Shire, melting them with his endearing eagerness to know all he can about your possible afflictions and what you need. His concerns soon gather you the proverbial village of help should you ever send Frodo off for something beyond his breadth.

✧ It breaks Frodo's heart when his nightmares or moments of panic coincide with your own fragile emotions for the first time, for he should be caring for you, not the other way around, but when you hold each other, tears soaking into the opposite shirt, he realizes that what you two have is an understanding and trust strong enough to fortify each other even in darkness.

✧ In case you were not already aware, you are so lucky in your choice of husband! Discussing names soon emerges into your conversation and it almost takes you aback how quickly agreements on a girl and boy name are reached!

✧ The one time during your entire wait for your little one that brings tears to Frodo’s eyes is the day you bring home a bolt of fabric and when he asks what it is for, you answer to make him and your new arrival matching garments.

✧ You catch him smiling widely at you, love glowing in his bright blue eyes as he watches you do even the smallest things, your little waddle or the way you practice folding diaper cloth. All you can imagine is those same eyes fixed upon a babe in his arms, shooting Frodo the same look right back.

Sam

✧ It seemed that every other conversation you shared with your beloved Samwise revolved around babies, so much so that your few still-unmarried friends had grown sick of it. Anyone with a baby in the Shire, though, knew who to look toward for care! You and Sam gushed over little clothes, little hands, went on for goodness-knows-how-long about how much you'd like a little Sam and he wants a miniature version of the loveliest girl he'd ever seen followed of course by you saying why not both? Sam loved life so much, saw beauty in growth and creation and every joy in it, so of course he wanted a big family and all his infectious sunshine on the subject just made you fall in love with him more and more. Months of trying passed, though, before you came to Sam in a daze, before you cupped his precious face in your hands and whispered to him we did it. Before he tackled you to the soft grassy ground and held you, weeping tears of joy and kissing your hands, your cheeks, finally your lips once he'd spoken how much he loved you.

✧ Takes to sleeping a bit lower, his head nuzzled against your torso. In the night you can feel his nose and lips ghosting over it and even hear little whispers when you both can't sleep, but you say nothing, letting Sam have his moments with the little one.

✧ The worry he has about everything the first time around. "Are you sure you can eat that? I don't want you to get sick." "Is that too heavy?" "Don't trouble yourself a mite when I'm right here, I'll bend over for it." "Alright, only if you're certain nothing will happen to the baby, sweetheart." As much as you want to remind him that you are still a fully functional woman, you know that Sam is an action man and this is his way of showing he cares.

✧ The meals he cooks you. You will be eating like a queen all because Sam wants to keep the baby strong, of course! As a bonus, it truly is like he knows what sets you off and avoids those things without even having to ask.

✧ “Imagine all the wee feet running through here,” Sam muses in bed one night, your head tucked in the crook of his neck. “The little hands grasping ours,” you add. “All the little ribbons we can tie in a girl’s hair.” “Taking your little boy out to the garden!” Once again, your friends act positively sick of how sweet you are, but inside anyone can see how deliriously happy you and Sam are and feel warmed by it.

✧ “When the time comes,” Sam always assures you, your hand tightly in his, “I’ll be right here. Wild horses could hardly drag your Sam away.”

Merry

✧ Your reveal is made a bit anticlimactic thanks to your husband’s teasing ways. “You’re knitting.” Glancing down at your work, you simply nod. “Yes.” “You never knit.” Merry’s eyes narrow. “Is it for somebody?” “If you must know,” you set your needles carefully in your lap and tease back, “this is for your child. Any complaints now?” “My child?” Jaw dropping, Merry looks at you like you’d just offered him the whole of Middle Earth. “That’s right,” your voice softens, even cracking a bit with emotion at the sight of his smile, “you’re going to be a father, Merry.”

✧ Merry’s adorable little habit of making you a pillow pile to lay on during your time of the month carries right through to your pregnancy. And of course it continues even when you remind him you’ll not be able to stand up from in because he will be right there to help you up!

✧ Because you've taken up knitting, Merry wheedles with all his charm and love and kisses an additional creation from you: a sweater made from the same yarn as baby's. "You are lucky to be so adorable," you tease him, looking up from your work to kiss his lovely lips. Maybe, you thought, a whole matching set for three would be in order, though…

✧ Another one who teases you, joking about how he is finally able to outrun you!

✧ The type of father to chastise the baby whenever they kick you too hard, lecturing to the front of your dress about hurting your mother and how that simply won’t do, then looking up at you with a humored smile.

✧ Compliments increase at least twofold upon your revelation, Merry never sparing the kindest words about your strength, certainly, but mostly your beauty. Never once during any pregnancy do you feel unloved, unwanted, unattractive, for even when your eyes can find no light within your reflection there your husband is practically worshipping every corner of your form.

Pippin

✧ Desire for a family was something that had drawn you two together as a couple, though you may have found yourself talking Pippin down from ten children! “Maybe start with five,” you would always tease him. So the moment your hypothesis is tested and confirmed, a grin you can’t remove spreads across your face and you run to collect everything for your surprise. Surprise is the only word you can use when Pippin opens his gift and sees the tiny knitted hat you’ve placed inside the box. “What is this for? Little small, is it not?” “If it was for us, perhaps.” It ended up taking you reaching out for his hand and resting it upon your lower belly for the massive grin to spread across his face, but once it does Pippin is laughing loudly and giddily, swinging you back and forth in ecstasy!

✧ Runs to get you whatever your need with barely an question. After all, who is he to say what it's like being with child, and if you want it, you shall have it. Hot water bottle? Certainly. A cup of tea? Of course. Three more pillows? Why, he'll strip your whole bed down. Panics a little if the request is to relieve pain, so prepare to hear a crash or the shuffle of a trip or two before you have the item in hand or on body.

✧ "What is this for?" "What are these?" Lucky you love him, your husband does have many a question of all the supplies you gather for after your new addition is welcomed. "Oh, to keep the hands safe? That makes sense." "Wait, you need to wear that... to catch the bloo- oh, my." He gulps. "I'm going out right now. I'm getting you a cake and some jewelry and some flowers and anything else you'd like."

✧ Can barely keep his hands to himself. Pippin was always the most affectionate husband you could ask for, but now? Now you two are practically a package set and nary can you travel without his arm around you, hand about your waist and gently running up and down over your little growing bump.

✧ Your baby seems to have inherited your husband’s personality, for even before the birth many signs of how active your little one is are present! Those poor ribs of yours will get kicked more than a few times with all the fluttering your little one stirs up inside of you! Pippin, of course, wants to feel it all and luckily he is never far from the scene. If he is, though, you bet he will run!

✧ Pippin is always laying with his cheek resting on your belly, talking to the baby about anything from how his day’s gone to how they have the most amazing and beautiful mother. Your heart can’t help fluttering every time.

Faramir

✧ Faramir has the most uncanny way of reading you like a book, a habit endearing as it is frustrating. Thus the moment he catches you smiling to yourself he is smiling back, approaching you with teasing question of what has you so happy. For once, though, you have the satisfaction of catching your husband off guard, resting your head against his shoulder and a hand upon his chest as you tell him you just cannot wait to see him as a father. "Someday, my love," he takes your hand and kisses it, "if I am so blessed." Giggling, you shake your head against him. "Blessed indeed! Someday shall be this fall," you answer, and peeling back from him you receive another spike of satisfaction at his wide blue eyes, the drop of his jaw and the race of his heart beneath your hand. "Are you certain?" You nod. This time, he takes both of your hands in his and with tears in his eyes thanks the heavens for you even as he shakily laughs, your bright demeanor never failing to put a smile upon his face. "Our child will be so loved." "I know."

✧ Your husband finds himself lost in reverie more and more often, drifting out of reality into some distant, but nowhere near out-of-reach, dream of your family, seeing you as a mother the most beautiful sight he can conjure.

✧ Faramir adores holding you from behind, his hands curled gently over where your bump forms and his head resting gently upon your shoulder, flowing hair tickling your cheeks and neck lightly.

✧ "One for each of us," is Faramir's joke when one of Gondor's finest medics grants you the knowledge that you are not expecting one child, but two. Your husband is there in the storms, the waves of anxiety rolling within you over being there for your twins. "You are not alone," he always reminds you, a hand joined with yours right over the twins' little hearts.

✧ If you wanted a husband who actually does his due diligence learning all he can about growing babies, birth, and postpartum care, then Faramir is another excellent choice! He’ll be spouting off facts about the whole thing ranging from what size the babies currently are to why you might have contractions after giving birth. Your mood determines whether you listen in or tell him to kindly stop.

✧ Just as with you, Faramir’s insecurities sometimes get the better of him, but they also fuel him, bringing a fire you can see to his fair eyes as he speaks with determination how he will love all his children equally.

Eomer

✧ Pride glows upon your countenance as you flit about the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the roast you'd made for dinner. A kingly feast is in order, for not only had you heard your husband performed exceptional drills this day, but you yourself are the host of something exceptional. Eomer and you have been enjoying each other's company much these days, so the news is not so much of a shock as it is a celebration, exuberance at a line enduring, two dreams fulfilled as one, especially for your husband, who speaks often of how he longs for a full, boisterous home. Six if he's lucky. Well, you can hardly wait to help him along, pulling Eomer into your arms for an enthusiastic kiss before he can even toe his boots off, and when he chuckles and asks what has taken hold of his beautiful wife you let your news fly. Shouting for joy with abandon, Eomer lifts you up into his arms bridal-style, kissing your lips again and again. Dinner is all but forgotten as he kneels before you, holding your waist and pressing kisses all over the bodice of your dress and thanking you for making his day, nay, his life, perfect.

✧ Eomer is always proud of you, but the moment he finds out you are with child that feeling swells and positively drips off of him, every outing with him suddenly seeming quite like a chance for him to show you off. An arm around you at all times, a smile of great joy and satisfaction, news shared to all who dare make conversation with you both, and even kisses in public! Eomer is simply on top of the world and not a thing will topple his spirits.

✧ As somebody who never much studied the workings of women, though, Eomer is… a bit out of his depth. You will have to teach him some things like why your emotions swing so or what to look out for to know when your water breaks. This man has been in battle, seen heads roll in the most literal sense, and yet when you describe the eventual passing of your placenta his entire face contorts in a look of horror that has you all but doubled over in laughter.

✧ “You look so beautiful with child,” Eomer purrs, “we’ll have to do this again sometime.” You smack his arm, but cannot resist giggling at the way your husband still gives you butterflies.

✧ Your new addition had not even arrived yet and Eomer is commissioning a child-sized saddle, unable to contain his excitement as he describes all their future rides to you!

✧ As you dream up names, Eomer has many suggestions from the great halls of his own people, ancestors and great warriors alike, but making considerations of your own background is equally important to him, so he is more than willing to go back and forth for the perfect solution.

Eowyn

✧ No one had thought it possible, but they should have known. Impossible was not in Eowyn’s lexicon, and that was exactly why you loved her, one part within many of why you became her wife. And now, the healer confirmed you were carrying her child. …Very well, technically her banner-bearer’s child as the two of you had been forced to get a bit creative, but to have support and help from those who had begun with such uncertainty meant the world. Even Eomer had come around, having offered similarly, but of course you had to remind him that Eowyn wanted a child of her own, not a niece or nephew! Without Guthláf’s, er, donation, you would never bear witness to the broad and beautiful smile on your wife’s face, the tears glistening in the gorgeous blue of her eyes. “A child…” “Our child,” you add, leaning forward until your foreheads touched and noses brushed, a tearful smile upon your own face as your wife gently held your waist.

✧ Having worked so many times as a nurse lends well at least to Eowyn, for she is firm and unrelenting in her urging, nay, forcing, you to rest. No ifs, ands, or buts are to be accepted from your strong-willed beauty, let her dote on you, for she does it with great pleasure. And besides, the harder you fight, the harder she'll work to keep you lain down.

✧ Understanding the pain and symptoms of your time of the month completely also translates; thus Eowyn is ready with remedies for your aches and pains, hot water and herbs awaiting you. She rarely snaps back at your moods, choosing to be silent in the worst of times because she knows. Really, she does.

✧ She cooks for you, and whether you say anything about that or not likely depends on how willing to hide your honesty behind the hormone excuse if it is not taken well.

✧ Reminds you constantly how strong you are. In your lowest of moments, the times you struggle to stand and straighten your aching spine, feeling massive and utterly useless, Eowyn is there to hold your hand and tell you that you are hosting and creating life as she so speaks. You have made the ultimate sacrifice of your body and the greatest of pain to bring just as great a blessing to yourself and your wife. Far from useless, you are divine.

✧ “What does it feel like?” Resting her head on her hand, the one that wasn’t lain against your fluttering belly, she questions you as the baby kicks. “For you?” Part of her wishes to have this experience herself someday, while another takes your descriptions with trepidation. She does not enjoy being restricted, after all.

Haldir

✧ “Lie down, please, my love.” Haldir’s concern with your sickness increased daily as did the pain of seeing you feeling so weak and ill. You tried to push through and for as much as he loved your strength, your husband was not having it this time. Pride was not worth seeing you doubled over again, whether from pain or, arguably worse, illness. You relented in the end, resting and beneath the spinning of your head at the end of the day feeling not a seed of energy to protest an inspection. Healing herbs had you perking up a bit, and perked up you needed to be when the dark-haired, round-faced healer nodded sagely and with a wide smile told you you were with child, and these early days were likely to be the worst. For the first time in days the sobs that escaped you were accompanied by a smile, your face utterly breaking as Haldir held you against his chest, weeping too and thanking you for all you would endure for this blessing.

✧ Physically carries you places as often as he can be spared to do so. Lifts you up bridal-style to move you across your home and sits you up before he feeds you. Your illness brings out a tender, caring side you have never seen in your strong, stoic husband, but it makes your heart swell that much more for him and for the life you two are to have with your child.

✧ Another symptom you experience is the aching and swelling of your feet, but Haldir sits you down facing him and makes the best work of them he can, hands gentle as always as they soothe your skin.

✧ Even in the later months as your illness abates, though, your husband remains protective as ever, standing between you and any potential harm with the fiercest look upon his face and a hand upon your middle, even if the threat is an object you’ve hurt yourself on.

✧ The way shock melts into a wide, ecstatic smile unlike your husband’s typical demeanor when the healer repeats that yes, she could definitely hear two heartbeats beside yours is worth more than any gold in the world. Haldir pulls you into his arms, chuckling deeply. You feel his head shake slightly, slowly, atop yours in wonder.

✧ When you sleep, Haldir will always be holding you close, whether it is an arm draped over your bump loosely if you’re hot or need space or else you fully tucked into your husband’s warm embrace.

Galadriel

✧ Galadriel is actually the one who assuages your worries that your dream will not come true, having full faith in you as much as the magic of this world. And she is right, of course, confidence proven in the aid you receive from a member of her guard and even the way she knows it to be true before the healer even confirms the news. As much as she jokes about seeing a glow around you, the width of her beautiful blue eyes, the shine therein, tells you that your wife is as elated to hear it beyond a shadow of a doubt as you are: you are hosting a little life for you both to nurture.

✧ You being pregnant only aids in her mysterious nature. She can be convening in a council with the wisest of minds from afar and will use you as an excuse to step away at her will. "If you will excuse me. My wife is with child." They are not even aware she is married. Some of them may not understand how it all works, but before they can ask any clarifying questions Galadriel has already slipped away to be with you.

✧ One tendency you unwittingly adopt is falling asleep in the oddest of places, your exhausted body giving out upon its own terms. Always will you wake up draped in one of your wife’s shawls or blankets, however, no matter how odd the spot.

✧ Both of you can hardly resist the allure of tiny garments, smiling every time you see them. It also rings a bell of realization within your minds as you hold a tiny gown up to your midsection. Truly as you speak, there is a tiny body within you! What magic it is to be a woman!

✧ What magic indeed, you later reflect as another pain strikes your back not long after. Hosting tiny bodies came with all the assorted blessings and curses of your kind, one not long without the other. Sighing, you make to approach the chaise across the room and soon your wife is with you, moving its drapes aside and lowering you gently to its cushions, a soothing hand tracing up and down your aching spine.

✧ "I hope she looks like you," you both turn to each other and say simultaneously, mothers' intuition firmly aligned in your hearts, from which so much love for each other pours from, Galadriel immediately drawing you closer to press her lips to the crown of your head.

Arwen

✧ Elrond had been quite hesitant about your relationship with his daughter at first- were you the best choice for her? Could someone like you keep her safe? And how, of course, would she be given the child she so desired? Questions you yourself had posed to her, but she refused to listen, telling you her mind, and heart, were sealed. Little do you know, however, that all of Rivendell would come to love you as their own, see and praise the way you cared for Arwen, and in Lindir’s case even provide the healers with a chance at you giving your wife the family you both yearned for. The moment you tell her the healers’ method worked and she is to he a mother, you both are, her features lighten, taking on the wondrous joy of youth again as she grabs your face, falling onto you with a kiss of pure love.

✧ So accusing if you've overexerted yourself, leaning in closer with a look of sometimes-teasing, sometimes-serious scrutiny. "Surely you did not carry that up the stairs all by yourself, right?"

✧ Do not even bother trying to fake feeling up to anything, whatever the task, for Arwen can see right through you and will insist you sit down, taking your hands in hers. "Rest. You have your burden- let me take the others. My heart bears no ill."

✧ Her affection gets softer, light touches to your waist and hands resting over yours. One hand upon your hip or belly and one on your shoulder as you two sway gently, foreheads pressed together.

✧ Arranging your nursery is one of Arwen's favorite pastimes: painting a gorgeous meadow mural upon the wall, stitching a soft toy to lay within the crib, asking you which fabric you prefer for blankets.

✧ Your bundle of joy can make sleep difficult, but one silver lining Arwen points out in a low whisper one morning is how many sunrises you’ve now gotten to share with each other.

Elrond

✧ Reservations about having a fourth child so long after the others disappeared every time Lord Elrond caught sight of you holding a neighbor’s child or even just showing the loving care that had him convinced he would be well even marrying a second time at all. Every smile, every sweet thing you did, all of it came back to Elrond in a rush when you told him he was to become a father again. For once he did not feel too old, too tired, nothing but the elation of his every desire unfurling to him before his very eyes from your warm embrace. To be chosen as the father to your child was the greatest honor the lord of Rivendell could imagine.

✧ Your every ailment is minimal, for Elrond knows exactly what is best for each and every one. Nausea? The perfect tea blend awaits to calm the waves you feel. Aches and cramps? Your husband is happy to give you the most heavenly massage, his hands finding every needed spot as if by magic. A swell of emotion? He does not speak unless bidden to, simply holding you through sudden waves of tears, frustration, or both until he feels your body relax against his.

✧ Being married to an elf with the gift of foresight comes with the benefit of worries soothed, but also a joke shared between you both. For many a time you teasingly chastise him not to look too far and spoil the surprise of whether you have a son or daughter on the way!

✧ Standing behind you, Elrond rests his hands around your middle and presses a kiss to your cheek. Just when you think the bliss of this moment, of having your whole little new family all together within your husband’s arms, cannot increase is when Elrond shifts his hands, taking on the great weight you carry. Peering up into his soft blue eyes, your whole body deflates in a sigh of sweet relief as he holds you.

✧ He can never truly understand your experience, but Elrond has witnessed this process. All he wishes is to tell you all your pain shall pass, even the worst memories will fade and ease, but such words will sound insensitive, so all he does is continue to hold your hand and stand proudly at your side.

✧ One thing your husband cannot resist is showering your future little one with gifts, even jewelry for when they are a bit older and the tiniest circlet to place upon the beloved head, matching Adar's perfectly.

Want to meet the little ones? Part 2 coming soon 😉

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multifandomslxt · 14 days

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Hey Krystal! 💎 It's me again 😌

Hope you've been well. 🥰

WayV members as type of rich bfs (sugar daddies) 👀..... Anything and everything within this prompt is most welcome 🤭. Have a great day bye ❤

Hey sweetheart! how are you?

You scared me again with the name ngl lmaoo

but it's all good

ENJOY<333

Way V Members as Sugar Daddies

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Kun

He's a bit hard to get through to at first IMO

When he says sugar daddy he means money in exchange for accompanying him to events

he's so strict with himself that he really doesn't allow it to get past that.

That's all it is for a few months yk?

until you express that it seems a bit weird because you were definitely expecting more...

And Kun like the damn provider he is

gives you just that...more

but definitely explains to you that he's a possessive little shit.

good pu$$y turns a perfectly sane man in to a mad man pt.1

he's mad asf for youuuu

now that s3x is involved this man SPOILSSSSSSS you

way more than he was doing prior

which seems a bit impossible because babyyy you were getting bagsssss

he's so strict too like he makes it clear that you belong to him

period.

istg at some point he graduates from sugar daddy to husband

you want a spontaneous trip to some crazy rich island? ok, no problem

you want a bag that costs way too much money? he'll get you that in the next 2 hours

also...don't let that cute smile fool you, the man is a menace.

"Can't believe I deprived myself of this pretty c*nt" he thrusts inside you so slow...dangerously slow

"That's right baby Daddy's right here to give you everything you need"

Ten

Maam.

he gets right to it. lmaooo

Tells you that he needs you to accompany him to events and asks you if you're ok with other "stuff"

duhhh

first off the chemistry between y'all is AMAZINGGG

We all know this man loves fashion so having the latest designer pieces is a given

what starts off as a lil service after events

blooms into something more

very protective of you

baby he doesn't play about you or the custom diamonds he put around your neck. TRUST!

compared to before the relationship bloomed the s3x between you two was rather respectful?...yh that's the word

now?

LMAOOOOO

he rips that shit off youuu

President of the "I'll just buy you a new one" club

it's rough btw unlike Kun, Ten is rough and occasionally enjoys it when you're on top

hehe

"fuck...I'd choose this pu$$y over diamonds any day"

Winwin

See how pretty this man is?

yeah he's gonna make sure you're even prettier than him

Literally bathes you in expensive shit.

SPOILLS you omggg

it's worrying sometimes

to the point where the bank calls him

asking if he's aware that there is a concerning amount of money leaving his account

From head to toe it's luxuryyyyy

the s3x is good....just good

I'm sure I've said this before but Winiwn strikes me as someone who just gets to it.

not too rough not too gentle yk?

its just right

he does like when you wear that little diamond collar he got you when he's ball deep inside you though

he's strictly sugar daddy btw

I think he'd prefer that

Xiaojun

if you manage to pull him and keep him you're one lucky mf

this man moves through sugar babies like the days of the week

He likes the thrill of it all imo

yes he'll spoil you

but you better make sure the pleasure you give him is worth the 100k he just splurged

"C'mon now princess, Daddy knows you can do way better than that" he whispers teasingly as your body trembles from exhaustion and overstimulation

he likes to be kept on his toes

and you keep surprising him

your bills are paid and you're getting f*cked dumb

and he has the prettiest girl to spoil and break

It's a win-win honestly

Hendery

he's so sweet at first omlll

yes he dotes on you and all that jazz

but you guys actually become friends yk?

he's a whole gentleman

never crossing the line

just kind and attentive

gets you WHATEVER you want

and mean ANYTHING

nothing is out of reach for his baby

he just expects you to behave

but what's the fun in that?

let him catch you trying to buy things with your own money

or some shit like that

you are DONEE

when he f*cks you

he ensures that you merge with the mattress

takes "fuck you into the mattress" literally

ass up face down supremacy

do not play with him like that.

"Move your hand baby, I told you actions have consequences"

Yang Yang

This mf is just horny

lmaooo

very possessive oml

and not in the mature way like Kun or the gentlemanly way like Hendery

but possessive like a damn child

you go to parties together and he doesn't want you talking for anybody else too long

look at him and only him

the fucker got you a carrier bracelet with his name embedded into it

and told you to wear it at all times

for the most part, he's harmless

extremely touchy-feely

controls his urges well though

unless you're fucking around too much

then he has to show you why you should just let him be

it's fast and hard

I'm so serious

This MF can go roundsss

because he's desperate asf

BABY TRAPPING CENTRAL

"Such a fuckin' tease. let's see how much teasing you'll do when I swell you up hm?"

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heartshapedbubble · 1 year

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Hello, and congrats for the blog's birthday! :D It's been a pleasure to see you in this blog, so here's a req. from me (hehe):

Luca and Ithaqua (if you write him, but if you don't feel free to replace Ithaqua with Orpheus!)

For Luca, perhaps the scenario would be about insomnia- like, how does he deal w/ it? How would he deal w/ it when his s/o can't sleep? etc

For Ithaqua/Orpheus, maybe some shenanigans in a friendly match! Any works, I just wanna see how these two would vibe if the hunter goes friendly (for Orphy) or if said hunter went friendly (for Ithaqua)

(disclaimer for both: idm if you go platonic or romantic with these, but if its okay, I'd like for it to be romantic.)

Once again, I wish you all the best and I hope you have a lovely day!

— 🌸🍒

HELLO AND THANK YOU SM!! of course - im gonna be writing for ithaqua (and sangria, too) ^_^ you too!!

luca balsa dealing w/ insomnia hcs⚡️

he can't cope for shit honestly. once luca realizes he's not gonna be sleeping any time soon he's making himself a jezva full of strong coffee and sitting himself by his desk

i mean, what else can he do? he just deals with it the most logical way he sees it, no matter how unhealthy it is

although, once you scold him enough times, he's going to be curled up next to you in bed no matter if he likes it or not (he always likes it)

when it's him dealing with insomnia, what helps him the most is having his head held - no matter if it's you curling your arm around his neck, you pressing your palm onto his forehead or laying it onto your lap/chest - and having his hair played with. it's one of the rare things that lull him to sleep immediately, especially considering how he didn't get a lot of physical attention in his life so he melts right under your fingertips

when it's you dealing with insomnia, he prefers being the big spoon (in a "clinging to the little spoon like he's a backpack" way) and gently tucking his head by your neck, will also gladly make you a cup of warm tea at any hour to calm you down

he finds physical affection to be the best cure as he's not accustomed to it and the feeling of safety calms him down almost immediately

ithaqua going friendly hcs🌫

his 1# favorite activity is playing hide and seek, and his favourite map to be friendly on is leo's memory!

very competitive when talking snowball fights. can be a bit of a sore loser too

will use his weapon to drag survivors around in the snow, sounds weird but it's actually quite fun!

itha likes doing parkour and climbing when he's not hunting, climbing onto the trees or up the lakeside boat

survivors can often get evil and swoop his weapon under his feet to make him trip and fall😭 it's just them channeling their inner anger from losing to him so often (or sometimes they just want to make him angry. at least that's not too hard to do lol)

if his s/o is in the match he's going to be subtle, playing with everyone but paying you extra attention - taking his precious time when tying you up or pulling you out of a locker and carry you for what seems to be a minute or two longer than usual... would definetly not mind having some alone time with them either, hidden on the 2nd floor of leo's factory or in the basement, laying their beloved onto his lap and cuddling together where no one can see them🤭

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timidpumpkin · 2 years

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Little Light (Stucky x reader)

Part 1: Found

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Summary: The first time you met Steve--or--the first time Steve found you.

Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Female reader, Stalking, Reader has anxiety, Reader cries, Allusions that reader is a little, Allusions to kidnapping.

Warnings for future parts: Ddlg, Daddy!Stucky, Kidnapping, Forced age regression, Slapping, Anxiety, Panic attack, Slight dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome. (Will add more as needed)

Let me know if I missed any!!

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: Reader is in their 20s. There will be a few more parts to this as well as future writings within this universe! :) hehe. This is my first time ever posting a fic...please be kind...I am sensitive. Minors and ageless blogs DNI or I WILL block you.

It’s chilly.

The night is abnormally quiet. Your ears have to adapt to the lack of sound. Bugs and frogs are no longer sounding off to the moon. The draft that bites its way up your nose is dry. It’s the first few indications that the trees will transform, stripping their colorful shields to brace themselves for the biting weather that's to come.

You huffed your way into your familiar abode, wishing it wasn’t so late. For the past, well, who knows how long, you had been working prolonged hours that certainly weren’t supposed to be a part of your daily work life. Nevertheless, it was, and you were tired–no, exhausted.

Your head and stomach oh so kindly reminded you that it was in need of food, but when you make your way into the kitchen, nothing seems appetizing. Well, that wasn't exactly true. The truth was the idea of spending what little time you had left in the day making something that would only add the dishes, another chore, was dispiriting, to say the least.

So instead of meeting your basic needs, you were met with wet eyes that almost lull you into slumber. But before you're taken over by sleep, as you lay on your couch, your mind drifts to a time when things weren't as…hard.

Several months ago, or perhaps even close to a year when you think about it, you were in Washington DC. It was an academic trip, the last one for your last year. Of course, throughout your schooling, you had plenty of assignments to keep you occupied. Yet, trips like these made it much more than bearable–it was fun. Most of your time was spent exploring countless museums and exhibits tailored to define the world you lived in. Elation saturated your spirit as you and your closest friend, MJ, absorbed the new environment.

Perhaps though, one of the most memorable parts of your trip was when you two snuck out late one night to grab a bite to eat. Your mischievous selves couldn't seem to be bothered by the fact that the city could be known for its more…eventful crime life.

The streets weren't nearly as crowded at this time of night. Still, the warm street lights and richly colored signs decorating local establishments left the perfect amount of people to create a steady hum of activity. After going back and forth between several different food options, you eventually found yourselves on a bench to eat your taco score of the night. You mumbled to each other through full mouths declaring over and over again how delicious it was and made plans to find something sweet afterward. You hummed in satisfaction when the urge hit you.

You had to pee. Great.

Where on earth could you find a decent bathroom around here?

“I’m gonna try to find a restroom,” you said, wiping food debris from your pants and standing from your seated position.

“Ha, good luck,” MJ jeered at you, mouth half full. “I’ll be here enjoying this then” she motioned to your leftovers.

“Yeah yeah,” you scanned around you before figuring a direction to try your luck at. “Well, I’ll be back soon if I don’t find anything.”

“Hey wait!” she blurted before you could take off too far. “Don't forget this,” you turn to see an outstretched hand holding your phone. “If you get kidnapped or something I'll need some way to find you,” she teased. “You know, so I don't get in trouble if you do.”

“How very thoughtful of you.” you rolled your eyes playfully taking it from her.

You roam around, one street to another until you finally happen by a small sandwich shop that, mercifully, lets you use their restroom. Once you depart from its doors, you realize you're not really sure where you are. At all. Every street and building looks like the other one and after walking for a bit, you’re pretty sure you’ve gone the wrong way. Where you find yourself now is darker. Few lights illuminate the path ahead, and you can’t shake the strange feeling that you’re being watched–despite not seeing a single soul. You can’t help but check behind you every so often, looking backwards over and over again until you're not even really looking forward at all anymore.

And that when your body hits it. Something hard stops your momentum completely and wobbles you off balance until you feel gentle but firm hands steadying your swaying form. You can’t help the gasp that escapes your throat.

“Woah there,” the solid figure holding you speaks. You blink up at the deep voice. It’s a man. A large man. His grip eases off you and he holds his hands up, open-palmed. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” he appealed, a reassuring smile on his face.

“Oh it’s-that's alright,” you try to regain your composure as you back up a step, making space between you and the stranger. “I suppose I should have looked where I was going” you breathed, trying not to sound so startled. “Sorry.” you posture yourself up finally getting a good look at the man in front of you. You can’t help but stare at him for–probably more than a few–awkward moments as you start to recognize his face. It’s one you saw only hours ago during your Smithsonian visit, specifically, the Captain America exhibit. Yep–you’re pretty sure that man looking back at you is Steve Rogers.

Except, he looks different from the pictures and videos you’ve seen. He’s sporting a beard, and he really does look even bigger than you expected. Even with a few good feet between you, you still have to look up to him. And he’s looking at you too. Luckily, he breaks the silence, likely noticing your gob-smacked face.

“Are you,” he looked you up and down quickly, assessing you. “lost?” he meets your eyes.

“Oh-uh-, no no, I’m-” you didn’t want to seem helpless, but when he raises his eyebrow at you, you quickly cave. “well yeah actually…I was trying to find my friend. I left her on a bench…somewhere.” you say looking around pointlessly, as if she’d somehow appear before you.

“Well,” he takes a tiny step towards you. “I’m sure I could help with that” he grins confidently at you.

“Oh that’s okay,” you start. “I mean I don’t want to impose or anything.” You’re sure he has more important things on his agenda than to help some random girl find her friend. You felt like some lost kid looking for their parent in the grocery store.

“Not at all,” he says definitively. “come on.” He gestures for you to follow his lead. He asks you what you remembered about your surroundings when you left MJ. He seems to recognize the place you’re talking about immediately and starts guiding the way. On the walk there, you talk. Well–he talks, mostly. It’s not that you necessarily felt nervous in his presence. Rather, it just wasn't uncommon for you to be at a loss for words, especially with new people. The truth of the matter was, you just didn’t know what to say, it was often difficult for you in that way. In the way that you only felt comfortable around someone after a decent amount of time of knowing them. Regardless, what was uncommon was how comfortable you felt talking to him-or well-answering him when he spoke to you.

“You really should be more careful walking around alone like that.” he said, seriousness lacing his tone.

“Yeah,” you laugh guiltily, “after all, you never know what kinds of people you’ll run into.” you jab at him playfully and he gives you a laugh in return. He asks if you're new to the area, and you explain your presence as a result of a field trip. You tell him simple things, like what you study, and how you’re almost finished with school.

“You know what you want to do after you graduate?” he probes. You wish he hadn’t. You hated that question more than anything, and now it was coming from him. Nevertheless, you felt you could be honest.

“I’m…not really sure” you look downwards, self-conscious of your answer.

“Hmm, I know what that’s like.” you peer up at him in disbelief. Sure, you didn’t know him at all really, but still, you couldn't help the short judgment that told you that wasn’t true.

“Really?”

“I know, I know” he chuckles, “hard to believe, right?” he glances at you, smirking as you continue to walk. “but it’s true. Maybe not exactly like your situation but…” he purses his lips “I know what it’s like to feel uncertain about your path.” You're slightly taken aback by his honesty, and it comforts you to know someone like him could feel the same doubts as you.

Well, of course, you think. He is just a normal person–okay, superperson–after all. A person like any other.

One with feelings, wants, and needs.

You hum. “Did you ever figure it out?” he cocks his head at you. “You know, whatever you were unsure about?” he ceases his stroll and your legs automatically mimic his as you stand to face each other. Even at a respectable distance, he towers over you. It’s not just his height though, rather, his entire being, his build, is enormous.

“I think I did,” he smiles at you “yeah,” you smile back and for the second time tonight, you’re staring, but again, he breaks the silence. “Is that your friend?” you turn to see MJ still seated where you left her looking as nonchalant as usual. You give Steve an affirmation and begin making your way to her. As you get closer you make out what appears to be a cup of ice cream in her hands.

“There you are. I’ve been worried sick.” she explains, taking in a spoonful.

“I can tell.” you quip.

“Was too! You never answered my texts” she wiggles her phone in front of you for emphasis. You don’t remember getting any texts. Then again, maybe you were too distracted to notice them.

“Oh, well, sorry, I kind of got lost. Luckily I ran into-” you look behind you wanting to show your friend who helped bring you here, only to see an empty street. Your brows furrow.

“Ran into…” she peers in the direction you’re looking towards.

“Someone that helped,” you mumble mostly to yourself. She gives you a confused look. “I-I’ll explain when we get back to the room.” and you do.

You tell her about how he startled you at first but was quick to offer help. “Of course he’d offer to help, he’s a superhero.” MJ remarks during your retelling. She listens as you describe how easy it felt to converse with him, and how you wished you had only thanked him properly for helping you. Realistically, you’re not sure what would have happened had you not run into him–literally.

That memory wasn’t one you thought of too often, to tell the truth, but it was one that reminded you of a simpler time. Yet, even then you remember being tired. Only now did it seem to catch up with you how much you had to do. It made even the simplest tasks feel like too much. You longed for a time when you didn’t have so much…responsibility.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ

That night may have been the last time you saw Steve, but it certainly wasn’t the last time he saw you.

He watched you that night, long before you even ran into him. He had been there for some mission, the importance of which he couldn’t remember. What he did remember though–your laugh. It chimed over the noise of the city around him, guiding him to your form where he was met with bright smiles as you giggled at something your friend said. There was something about you that drew him to you, and as the night went on, that something only grew stronger. He watched as you joked with your friend. He noticed your attentiveness to her, and those around you. How kind you were to anyone you interacted with, and how…silly you were for leaving your friend to go off by yourself. He knew then he had to keep watching, to make sure you remained safe.

He was elated when you took that turn into the dark and empty street. It was the perfect opportunity to hear your voice–up close.

And oh–how sweet you sounded.

Like how one would imagine a doe-eyed deer would sound. He reveled in how timid you were around him. How hard you tried to be courteous, mouth moving to form words, only for your lips to shut themselves. He truly thought it was adorable how you couldn't really look him in the eye, and when you did, you’d look away, often, with a bashful look.

Steve did see something in you that night–something he was missing. Once he realized it so, and dropped you off with your best friend, he knew he had to find his–Bucky.

Truthfully, he was more than just his best friend. They had been through so much, both together and separate. Both were thrown into treacherous waters more than once, living in unpredictable conditions, and exposed to the most atrocious of people. Though still, they had each other long before any of that. A friendship–a relationship–that knew no bounds–whether it be of time or situation.

Steve knew Bucky would understand his fascination with you. They both had a lucid awareness of the wretched world they lived in. It wasn’t always that way, but time had proven it so over and over again. They could always rely on each other when everyone else seemed content with being against them. They knew the world still needed help, and they gave it, when and where they needed to. But nevertheless, in their eyes, everything was still tainted with darkness.

Except you.

Over months, they observed you, studying you like there would be a test over every aspect of your being. Bucky thought you were even better than Steve had described. Beautiful, softhearted, and sweet. Yes, you truly were sweet. But in a way, too much so. He saw how nasty some people could be to you, only for you to return them with kind eyes and meek responses. He hated it. He adored you, and as time went on, it soon became clear that he didn’t want anyone to treat you in such a way.

They saw you working yourself to depletion every day. How you’d let dishes and laundry pile up. How poorly you ate, and how…clumsy you could be. Tripping over nothing after a long day, injuring yourself when actually attempting to make a meal. They knew what they needed to do. They knew what you needed.

You needed them.

You needed them to take care of you.

Steve couldn’t bear to see you suffer like this, and Bucky knew they were the only people who could truly keep you shielded from the cold world around them. They would be your warmth, and you would be their little light.

Yes, they could tell you needed them.

They could tell when you failed to do the simplest of things.

They could tell when, every night, you’d grip your favorite stuffed animal in your arms.

They could tell when you were sure all the lights were out, your thumb would slowly slip its way behind your lips before you drifted to sleep.

Timing was everything. They had only been waiting for the perfect moment when everything was ready–including you. So when they saw you this night, curled up, tears staining the fabric beneath you as you fell asleep with an empty stomach, they knew it was the perfect time.

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thatonelightyear · 8 months

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Piston Cup Racers Hcs (i lost track which part alr... Travel edition!)

Ill just do the cars 1 trio first because i am sleepy and this is too long but i havent done hcs in so long and id rather do this than any work so.

Strip Weathers

Honestly? Wants to take Lynda out to a fancy restaurant and just spend time with her, or even go admire the scenery together.

Very chill. Does not over or under pack at all, somehow.

Will, however, end up talking for a couple of hours to some random strangers about racing, somewhere.

This normally happens when Lynda is shopping- but only on occasion

Sticks to his wife like his life depends on it (because it does. he sucks at navigating)

Tries to experience as much of the culture as possible!

So. damn. polite. No one can get angry at him for trying wrong.

Can probably master an accent within a week with some unseen talent

Likes the freedom that comes with not being recognised a lot (im going off this that like outside of usa ppl don't know much about nascar and so this applies in carsverse to the piston cup like everyone knows its there but like. not intimately familiar)

Makes the most of it, but hates the plane rides

Chick Hicks

Shopping. Bro can never get enough of shopping and it is an issue (for his finances? yes. for his ego? nah.)

Will probably get drunk at least 3 times while sampling the local alcohol (not so much of 'sampling' more of taking shots :skull:)

Preens at every opportunity he gets recognised, probably- (yes.)

lowkey brings the 'other countries are cool but my own country is better' vibes. but only because he hates being left out of conversations and god damn it is annoying when he can't understand jack shit of what everyone else is saying

therefore he tries to go to english-speaking countries as much as possible

would taste-test the cuisine and make a rating for every. single. meal.

gets lost in the airport, nearly misses his return flight. barely makes it though

business-class traveller. will probably start talking to the person next to him VERY loudly and with no regard

Lightning

I mean come on we've all watched cars 2

As polite as can be (i have to be a good representative of USA racers-)

Still manages to get at least 2 speeding tickets every time he travels

Packs too much, paranoid something will happen he's not prepared for like you never know

souvenirs!! and definitely buys doc a fridge magnet from every trip. doc keeps them all on the fridge, but never talks about it unless forced to

'oh sally would like this'

if he buys anything, it'll probably be some nice clothes for himself - man's got a decent fashion sense

makes a joke and realises everyone else probably don't understand. whoops.

visits archeological sites if there are any! (a huge history nerd. especially for his dinosaurs hehe)

#my hcs #cars pixar #pixar cars #cars headcanons #lightning mcqueen #strip weathers #chick hicks #cars 1

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scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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may I request some platonic bayverse! turtles x reader headcanons where the reader has a taste for very emotional (borderline depressing) music? like they’re just hanging out and reader gets a turn picking the song and they play glimpse of us or something. (maybe one of the boys is like “dude, are you okay??”)

Hehe, I'm guilty of doing this, sometimes sad songs just hit different lol

HA I just finished writing it and went back to read your ask and you specifically said "platonic" sorry there's some dating references but it's mostly platonic, whoops

Sad Music headcannons

I think shock would be the first things they feel. Like you get the aux cord, you're typing away on your phone trying to find a song, and then it starts playing

Starts pretty slow, they momentarily stop what they're doing to listen to the words, and its...pretty sad.

They glance to you and you seem...happy? Why are you bobbing your head? And you know all the words???

Why do you know all the words to this depressing breakup song???

(If you're dating one of them) and you put on like Olivia Rodrigo or the Kelly Clarkson cover of Happier than Ever, this boy is going to panic.

Immediately pulls you aside if you're not ready alone and is all sad puppy dog eyes. "Is...is that how you feel? Did I make you feel that way?" Practically breaks down into a sad little turtle puddle

But when you very quickly reassure him that you just like it as a song and it doesn't personally mean anything to you, he calms down

If you're in a big group, let's say you're helping them clean or going on a road trip or something that involves playing music

They all just stop and stare for a moment

Mikey 100% knows the song (not because he's sad, he likes all kinds of music) and is singing along

Leo is most concerned. Dad mode activated.

"Are....are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Donnie and Raph silently chuckle at how nonchalant you are, as if you didn't just put on a super depressing song

Depending on how close you are with them, you'll probably get pulled aside and genuinely asked if you're alright, or you'll get a text later asking if you want to talk

They don't mind the music they just want to check in and make sure you're doing okay <3

(Donnie may or may not have added some of the songs to his Playlists)

Leo doesn't really like the songs but he doesn't have the heart to tell you to change it. Depressing songs make him sad.

If you play over like 3 sad songs Mikey steps up and asks to play something. He's an empath and can only handle so much of Kelly Clarksons breakup songs

Raphs just annoyed cause the songs active his feelings. He doesn't like sad feelings

Donnie claims he's got nerves of steel and hasn't asked you to change them.

(But one time when he was in the middle of a breakdown he put on music to distract himself and calm down and one of your songs came up and he bawled. Tears, snot, everything. He refuses to tell anyone)

In the end, they don't mind so long as it's in moderation, like 1 sad song per hour, but do NOT let Splinter hear it, his dad mode is worse than Leo's and you won't leave the lair until you tell him everything

Rats persuasive

tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @mysticboombox

#tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt #tmnt headcannons #tmnt imagines #tmnt imagine #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt x reader

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iu-jjang · 9 months

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[FANCAFE] 23.09.18 IU replies to uaena’s comments on her fancafe (Part 1)

IU replying to her own post:

Ah I forgot to mention one thing..

I really wanted to at least attend one of the movie screenings today and do a surprise stage greeting… but there’s a really big scene to be filmed today and I’m not in Seoul right now..ㅠㅠ I tried to arrange my schedule since a month ago, but it’s a scene that many actors appear on set together and matching everyone’s schedules is like catching a star in the sky, so it was difficult for me to meet uaenas today, whatt ㅠㅠ!!! Just saying in case there are any uaenas looking at the door, waiting for me to make my appearance and not being able to enjoy the movie today..

Uaena: I cried so much that I took a crying selca, unnie… if you read this on stage, I would have been submerged (in tears)…

IU: Show us -clap- show us -clap-

Uaena: I’m curious about whether you had your dinner, whether you’re filming right now, whether you’ve been sleeping well lately. I love you.

IU: I just reached my accomodations, washed up and wrote this letter. I’m going to bed now. Tomorrow will be a busy day from early morning to night! Nowadays, the moment my butt touches something, I fall asleep kekekeke 😍 Goodnight!!!!

Uaena: I was looking forward to (your surprise appearance), but it’s ok! We can’t ruin jingjjang’s schedule! Have a safe trip back. You worked hard for today’s momo concert!!! I’m wondering if you saw the uaena waving goodbye to you as you left? ㅠ

IU: Of course I saw all of it 😌 There were many people holding slogans and I saw many lightsticks too, so I put in effort to look at them, but I was told not to open the window for safety reasons, so I couldn’t open my window. Sorry ㅜㅜ

Uaena: -long post which mentioned that uaena’s love for IU is not one-sided but reciprocated by IU-

IU: What do you mean one-sided!!😡🔥🔥 I love you!!

Uaena: Unnie, when exactly do you sleep? Please sleep well! This middle schooler uaena will be going to bed first hehe Have a good night 🫶🏻

IU: Nowadays, I almost always sleep at midnight!!! After my middle school days, it’s the first time I’m having a routine lifestyle again 😍😍

Uaena: I really want to ask whether you think a serious bread includes salty bread. 🤨

IU: Salty bread looks cute, so it’s an excited bread.(TL note: IU mentioned before on IU TV that she prefers sweet bread and doesn’t like ‘serious’ bread like garlic baguette or pizza bread or sausage bread which tastes of food.)

Uaena: Has your skin recovered from the mosquito bite??? I noticed you stuck a sticker to hide it cutely today kiki

IU: … It keeps swelling up..ㅠㅠ I think this evil mosquito released its poison all the way inside my bones (insert mosquito bite selca)

Uaena: Jieun noona, have you watched the show in the movie theatre?! It’s almost like going back again to last year, it’s no joke!!

IU: Have I watched it, or have I not~?

Uaena: I’m curious about the drink you often order from the coffee truck. Please let us know your TMI.

IU: Babamba latte. When it’s hot, I go for ICE, when it’s cold, I go for HOT 😌 (TL note: It’s a mix of chesnut, walnut and milk with some honey)

Uaena: Have you seen the Unique Dayooki (TL note: IU 15th anniv contest on fancafe)?! The creations are hilarious 💜

IU: Uaena are.. really (in a good way) crazy.

Uaena: Unnie, to you what is the most legendary song of Golden Hour?

IU: The 3rd section of the concert is really… awesome…

Uaena: How are things between you and your brother lately?

IU: Getting better as we get older 👍

IU replying to herself:

Ah I really need to go to bed now!! 🐥🐥🐥🐥 I’m really going to bed!!! I’ll be back tomorrow if I have time during my breaks. Today is an important day for us ❤️ Let’s keep the conversation going. Goodnight!!! 😊😊😊

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

#IU #fancafe #from.iu #replies

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slapstick-cafe-rec · 24 days

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Jump!,Jump!,Jump!!

helping with the bakery (Chapter 1)

(Minori Hanasato x Haruka Kiritani)

-☘️-

Today was my mom's business trip and she told my teacher that I'll not be in school for 2 weeks due to me taking her spot

"Okay dear if you need any help call Tsukasa or Toya"

"I will mom don't worry!"

I smile at my mom as she left the store

Oh did I forget to mention that...I HAVE THE WORST LUCK EVER I'M GOING TO SCREW UP THE CUSTOMERS ORDERS!

Most of the customers have known me since my childhood they understand how much I mistake their orders...

As the clock hit 6AM it was time to open the bakery.

-🎶-

Minori started to work at the bakery for a few hours until Haruka Showed up and the customers gasped at her appearance...

"Oh my god it's the Kiritani's daughter who was born as a devil..!"

A customer muttered

"Yeah she looks way more different on Miyamasuzaka Girls Academy that's where she studies"

A student of Kamiyama spoke as well

-🐧-

Of course... people recognized me by being Gothic and creepy of course

"Who owns this place"

I demanded the people in the bakery

"I-Its the Hanasatos Miss!"

My expression changed to a shock

Hanasato?, isn't that Minori's last name?

"H-Haruka!"

I noticed that Minori was covered in flour and dough and she looked cute wait Cute?! Snap out of it Haruka you're not here to flirt!

"Ah Minori!"

-☘️-

I smiled at Haruka

"...hehe um this is um unexpected!"

"No worries Minori I never knew you would work here"

I noticed that Haruka looks so pretty with the style Gothic

"Say do you want to help me?"

Haruka gave me a shock expression for a few seconds as she nodded

"Of course Minori I'll help"

"Great Follow me to the back!"

I made Haruka follow me to the back aka the kitchen so we can make the pastries together!

And I heard the bell ring and it was Toya and Tsukasa!

They came to help me with the customers as they wore the aprons

Of course they were part timers in the bakery

"Minori?"

I looked at Haruka she was looking at Toya

"What Is it Haruka-Chan?"

"Well...That Boy Does he work here?"

"Oh he's a Daily Part time worker I mean he's my friend after all!"

"...."

I looked at Haruka with a confused Look on my face

"A Friend of mine is always talking about that boy And Kamishiro The same thing as well"

"I see Do they know them?"

"Oh Shinonome and Kamishiro?,yeah they both do know them"

"Hehe No worries Haruka-Chan!"

—🐧—

I see why Minori always smiles and she's....Adorable when she smiles

Wait wait Adorable?!,No way! She's just a friend just like that....

And we both turn around to see Shiho Kohane along side with Mizuki and Ena

"Shiho!,Kohane!"

Minori Ran towards them and gave them a hug

"Minori-chan heh your happy to see us huh?"

Kohane smiled softly at Minori And Shiho Smiled at Both of them

—☘️—

"Yep Totally I missed you two So much!,how's your shows going?"

"Like the usual Airi and Kanade Are doing pretty good if you ask me"

Shiho rubbed behind her neck as we both looked at Kohane

"Well...Emu & Mizuki and Saki are doing pretty neat—!"

"Hey I'm here you know!"

Mizuki comes in to the conversation

"I never Knew Toya-kun and Tsukasa-senpai Work here"

"Oh they are just part time workers here of course"

Minori Blushed out of embarrassment

As she giggled it off

Ena also came into the conversation

"Hey you're the girl who shows up on TV are you the leader of the Pegasus Exploration Team?"

—🎶—

Minori Beamed as she got recognized by someone

"Yeah I am! I'm Minori Hanasato nice to meet you!"

"Ena Shinonome a member of Food Hunt in the Primitive Forest"

"Woah you're amazing Ena-san!"

Minori and her friends started to get along very well...

—☘️—

I wonder if we could hangout as A Friend group...

#haruka project sekai #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #pjsk fanfic #minori pjsk #pjsk #puroseka #mmj minori #minori project sekai #minoharu #minori hanasato #haruka kiritani #kiritani haruka #haruka pjsk #kohane azusawa #shiho hinomori #mizuki akiyama #ena shinonome

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bethesdas · 3 months

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tagged by @hawke to do this oc meme ^_^

sowwy im super super late to this, i'm very forgetful :<

ty for tagging me though hehe <;3

this is basically my first time talking about an oc here so [sweats nervously] ignore the diff face lifts my girl has gone through, im still playing around with some concepts so nothing is set in stone......

name: lírica bloodsong!

nickname: none :( would u like to give her some?

gender: a menace...

star sign: ??? havent thought about this yet <3

height: 5'8 ish :)

orientation: bi/pan

race: asmodeous tiefling / bhaalspawn :3

romancing: 'tarion

fave fruit: berries or anything that'll have her looking like this 👇

fave season: spring

fave flower: hmm... those oleanders in act 2... always picking them up and wandering into the shadows for them, getting herself into precarious situations lmao.

fave scent: the smell of chocolate. the smell of blood and the smell of astarion, bonus points if its combined. :p

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

average sleep hours: like 3. she doesn't sleep much.

dogs or cats: cats, but don't let scratch hear that.

dream trip: i don't have anything specific in mind for her yet, but she loves adventures so literally anything will have her over the moons<3

amount of blankets: 1 at most, preferably none.

random fact(s):

my little gorlfailure bard who accidentally killed an entire audience with one of her surges when she attempted using blood magic to enchant her music during one of her performances, hence bloodsong hehe <3 now she embraces her blood songs for papa bhaal... before the amnesia of course!

wherever her blood falls, lullaby-like flowers bloom. think of nirnroot because i love being cheesy like that💗 ^_^

#i want her to be a blood sorcerer but idk if theres such things in dnd lore yet!#unless its homebrewed? i needs to study dnd lore more in depth asap.#ive only seen blood magic w wizards... send help? <3 #i play her as wild magic but swap to draconic when ive had ENOUGH #of the wm surges. especially bc i play on tactician only and it gets annoying after a while hehe #i do think wild magic fits her lore better??? but idkidk!!#shes still a wip lore-wise :c i just wish my save files would stop getting corrupted so i could play her more and flesh her out better GRRR

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tacticalhimbo · 4 months

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— OC INTERVIEW

name: galsveni r'nur

nickname: gal, sven/sveni

gender: cis woman

star sign: virgo sun, virgo moon, taurus rising

personality type: hard to place an mbti, but describing it: calloused, though not mean-spirited. wary and weary to an exhausting degree. galsveni has seen enough loss in her lifetime, and she would rather not see any more. even if that means keeping people at arm's length.

height: unknown; pulling from other fantasy sources and their guestimates/canonical heights... probably around 7ft.

orientation: lesbian

nationality/ethnicity: dökkálfar (dark elf); native to alfheim.

favorite fruit: cherries. they're definitely a luxury, but the few times that a market should last (though they were more common, especially with merchants from other realms, in the earlier stages of the war) in alfheim... galsveni will buy herself cherries. as a treat.

favorite season: mid-winter/late winter

favorite scent: organic scents; think woody and smokey, with the occasional hints of vanilla or something more spicy.

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: tea, 1000%. it's easy to brew, requires less trading for (re: easily obtainable herbs), and provides just enough energy to not distract her from her work

average hours of sleep: between 4 and 6, though usually leaning around 5.5/6 hours. a little less than she'd like, but more than enough to keep her going.

dogs or cats: cats. she's had her fair share of run-ins with hunting hounds and wolves alike, that she's become a bit wary of canids

dream trip: she would love to visit the light again. to see it in all its power, and make sure that it's still... there. but the tensions between the dökkálfar and ljósálfar (light elves) are too dangerous for her to wander to such a contended point.

number of blankets: one or two, depending on where it is she rests her head at night.

random fact: it's not something she discloses so easily, but galsveni was a battlemage back in her youth. those who are very familiar with the war in alfheim may recognize her from a few... "rumors" around her efficacy and terrifying mystic prowess. she feels a lot of shame for her service now, though, as she realizes that the fight is fruitless if 1) ragnarök is destined to be approaching and 2) neither side's leadership will stop to consider the long-term outcomes of either harnessing the light (and thus drawing directly from the lake of souls, thus disturbing or outright desecprating the dead) or destroying it (and thus permanently altering, if not halting, the journey to the afterlife for millions across species).

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tagged by the lovely @carlosoliveiraa to fill out this meme! tyvm and so sorry it took me. this long. skdjdkdk. i'm gonna steal the tag list from my last few posts so sorry for the spam! these are always no pressure tags, so dw if you wanna skip over any 🩷 @vendettavalor (always love tagging ur rp blog for these hehe) , @ollierachnid , @alexxmason , @kourumi , @perpetuagf , @scarfacemarston , @bbrocklesnar , and anybody else who wants to hop on!

#txt #pic #my ocs #ayyy using a development meme to actually develop a wip character!#also yes unlike the others i made her in skyrim... i wanted to play as a battlemage so it's a win-win

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lestatlioncunt · 1 year

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4,5, 20 for joelle/nina & 13, 19, and 31 for vesper/fenix? 👀👀👀

JOELLE x NINA

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

ohh for joelle was absolutely love at first sight. she saw nina a bunch of times working at the coffee shop near her campus and kept showing up every day just to see her (they made shitty coffee there but she kept going there every morning fkjdk). nina..barely noticed her at first lmao. but ironically she's also the one that invited joelle out for their first 'date'. they are the typical 'opposites attract'. joelle thought nina was SOOO out of her league while nina found her very quiet..until joelle began speaking at the speed of light because she was so nervous of being around her. nina found her so amusing :')

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

nina calls joelle 'joy' most of the time + some sweet pet name she always switches. it was a sappy joke for them, nina always said that joelle is like a ray of sunshine and always managed to make her smile. 'you're my joy' nina used to say. and then the nickname stuck. sometimes she jokes around and calls her joy joelle for fun.

joelle mostly uses pet names more than nicknames, she likes darling, sweetheart, and my lovely wife when she's making fun of her. also they both love saying 'my wife/my wife and i' at every occasion they have

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

i imagine their home as a small cozy house, there's lots of plants and different colors mixed together. it's a bit messy and cluttered, there's books and vinyls on the floor and on every free space. they aren't that bothered by the mess because nina has order in that mess while joelle enjoys the fact that messy makes the house look,,alive. the type of 'someone is living here' type of feel.

VESPER x FENIX

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

they love to go on little trips!! mostly it's the car ride experience that they love, the music playing and the peace that comes with the ride, the wind between their fingers when they stick a hand out of the window..they love the badlands the most because no one is there, not as much as night city. when one of them needs a break from the city and its problems or they simply want to be just the two of them, that's what they do.

movie nights are a thing too, as well as going out to some club to drink and/or dance. actually, fenix is a terrible dancer but he tries his best just because 1. vesper has incredible dancing skills and he finds it hot 2. he might be bad but he has fun looking silly fjdk. also grocery shopping lmao it's a big thing for fenix, he has every kind of discount you could think of and he could just. stand. in the bread aisle for hours. vesper has zero patience for his antics but the domesticity of it all makes her heart soften hehe

19. What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

OH A LOT TBH. FJDKFK. usually it's dumb stuff, vesper getting angry about fenix forgetting to do something or saying something he shouldn't have (he does it all the time) to friends or strangers. fenix downplays everything, he's like oh okay, no big deal we will find a solution/i'll do that tomorrow while vesper is losing her marbles. basically their fights are 90% of the times vesper getting upset and fenix just playing it off as nothing. (they had their Big Fights era when younger, when fenix was a piece of shit <3) also the make up is usually fenix trying to coax her into forgiving him with sweet words and funny remarks (the moment vesper cracks a smile, he knows he won) and it usually always work, he's good at looking like a sad little puppy. u can't stay angry at a sad wet puppy for too long.

31. Do they finish each other’s sentences? Pick up any phrases or habits from each other? Know when the other is hiding something?

OHH. YES. vesper is the one that picked the most phrases from fenix. he uses lots of italian sayings which in english sound funny/weird most of the time (don't look in the mouth of a gifted horse.) and vesper simply learned them from hearing him speak, so sometimes she uses them as well <3 (fenix finds it sweet, means that she listens to him) they sometimes finish each other's sentences or like foresee the other's reaction because they just know each other that well, IN FACT it's impossible to hide something from the other. vesper's jaw is tightly set when she's hiding smth or lying and she unconsciously tends to cross her arms, while fenix is actually pretty good at this but vesper can see through his facade so well, all it takes is a little weird look on his face and she immediately knows.

#thank youuuuu so much ezra these were SO fun to answer hehe <33 #ask #ask games #oc: joelle #oc: nina #oc: vesper #oc: fenix

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rouge-the-bat · 2 years

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tagged by @thatoneweirdhumanisback owo! the other post is CRAZY fucking long with the reblog chain so im just separating my own lol

(and im glad u think im cool hehe :3 n i get being afraid to reach out to Cool Online People but if u ever wanna chat with me or somethin im down owo! i swear as a cool as hell person im also Just Some Guy. i contain multitudes JGKBZJF)

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: im dating my wonderful girlfriend @ megalo-station :3 shes the best i love her so much ♡♡♡ (also shadow the hedgehog and hiei are both my husbands-)

Favourite colour: pink!!!!!!!!!! hot pink, light pink, dark pink, reddish pink, purplish pink, magenta, bubblegum, fuchsia, i love every kind of pink!!!! pink like this specifically is my fave (this exact color is what i use as my name color on discord owo!):

Favourite food: my fave food of EVERYTHING would be hard to pin down so im gonna go for Categories-

if im going savory, then 1000% pasta. like any kind of pasta is fucking amazing. whether its more like spaghetti, alfredo, ramen, simply buttered, or anything else, im gonna eat the FUCK out of that.

with sweet stuff... ough man i love so many sweets. strawberries are probably my fave fruit, and i love having them added to or dipped in various stuff (like put on cake or in brownies, dipped in chocolate, sugar, or cream cheese, etc).

and i fucking LOVE desserts man. i cant even decide what my fave kind of dessert would be bc whatever id prefer just depends on the moment. cookies, cake, brownies, fudge, cheesecake, its all DELICIOUS. i just recently made some rasbperry brownies and ohhh my goddddd they were so good. mixing fruits with dessert is the gd best. adding coconut to them is Top Tier

Song stuck in my head: its only vaguely in my head atm but animals by architects! i just discovered the song yesterday and i fuckin LOVE it. actually i think im gonna listen to it again now lol. addendum: listened to a couple more songs afterward and now i also have god complex by vira and nightmare by megumi ogata going thru my head

Last thing I googled: well, lol. i was looking up a site i could get a quick pic of the color i put up there ^ and apparently #FE0071 is also some sorta technical number for an electric fuel pump?

Time: it is 1 minute after 2am as i get to this part. i just woke up like an hour or so ago. my sleeps fucked up rn lol (i really dont like waking up this early, i much prefer waking up at like, anywhere between 10am and 2pm)

Dream trip: id love to go to japan someday with my girlfriend- once i actually like. learn some of the language lol. theres so many cool things over there related to series i love n i wanna experience them soooo bad. i HAVE to go inside a pokemon center some day!!!! miku concerts!!! series themed cafes!!! and id LOVE to go to the cat island and fox village, i love those animals sooo much.

Something I want: since im a huuge rouge and kurama kinny and have gotten ear, wings, and tail phantom limbs, i sooo badly want to get these:

tho id be ordering the ears without the lil slices on the ear. but OUGH i want these. so gd fucking badly. once i have these ill be unstoppable. ultimate kinny mode

as for people to tag, uhmmm... perhaps @pinkcatminht @yoko-kurama-the-sex-god @hiei-doesnt-like-waffles if yall wanna? :'3

#do i have a tag for these kinds of posts. i cant remember lol #tag game #anyways thanks for the tag :'3 these r so fun to do

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benefits1986 · 6 months

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Living Legends are Made of Shattered Bones & Finely Crushed Ego

South to Katips Station na ba talaga tayo? Thank you, Vito Cruz Station and Ikot-Toki. HUY. LUH.

As a side note agad: Ang first ever subok ko sa screenwriting as a non-technical writer ng scripts for movie and film with dyslexia na may gingko biloba and fucking grammar problems ay tinawag ng prof ko sa grad school for my elective? Akala ko, babaralin ako e. Ready naman ako... always. Sabi niya, for pitching na raw ito sa mainstream media na hindi malapit sa puso ko. Go figure. Hahahaha. I was dumbfounded and hindi ko tinapos kasi nga gusto ko sa Netflix or other online streaming platforms tulad ng IWantTV (hahaha) siya i-pitch. Arte ko talaga. Hahahaha. Got it from mom, I guess. Super nagulat ako e. Not bad for a first timer, right? Hihi. Huhu. Haha. Hehe. Hoho. Probably my most "lakas maka-ego and hypothalamus" boost in my existence levels 'tong bit na 'to. :p KILIG LEVELS: 1000000000000 Also me rn: Magkano ba isang full-length and short film script ngayon? DM slide please. CHOZ. Wala talaga akong idea pa kasi ayokong ma-corrupt ang WIP files ko. Charaught.

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It's so excruciating to go from the South all the way to Diliman and beyond. While driving is an option, the truth is that I can leave the house at 5:30 AM, ride the train going to Q Ave. then ride an Ikot. Minimum travel time is around 1 hour, 45 minutes when I don't brisk walk. If I'm going to Katips, that would take me around the same time. This is how I hustled back in 2015. This is not the case anymore these days, though. Apart from being frailer than usual, Manila's public transport is too painful to watch and conquer. Another option would be driving to Boni or Shaw and parking there to somehow avoid the hassle of commuting from my tiny home. Guada and Kapitolyo are the main bitch roads. These are the type of roads that will make you pray and surrender, traffic-wise.

However, it's funny how my time and motion version of my dream (turned harsh reality) school, Diliman brings me to Katips area. Alam ko lang talaga kasi Philcoa, Maginhawa at Krus na Ligas e.

LOL. As a Southie for life, the roads here are too busy, too wide and too densely populated. I can not unsee. I'm always bothered and curious because I keep stumbling upon stuff that has derivatives from the sedated South. I abhor all kinds of foot bridges because it means I have to walk a lot while overthinking about the thought of me tripping or falling down the merciless road on my way to carnage. Ang lala 'di ba?

The first time I told mother dragon that I got accepted in Diliman, she was RBF but I can sense that she is crying so badly deep inside. HAHAHAHAHA. Later, she told me during our three-hour morning routine that she was so sorry that she didn't allow me to go after my dreams. And that she wasted my time even more. Of course, I retorted with a huge lump in my throat. I told her flatly that it's okay because I'm trained to wait even when I'm totally impatient. What's more important is that while I wasted time in Vito Cruz, she got her dream; hence, win-win... at my expense.

I think her next lines were probably my salvation after a long damnation, an Exodus: Anak, sorry talaga. Akala ko mapipigilan kita sa pangarap mo. Hindi pala. Sorry. Siguro kung sinuportahan kita noon, wala ka dito ngayon. Proud ako sa'yo, anak, mula noon hanggang ngayon. Me: Ma, eto lang kasi 'yan. Kung nakuha ko na pangarap ko noon, e 'di sana wala akong time at pake na alagaan ka ngayon 'di ba? Syempre, dream ko 'yun e. Ibang usapan na 'yun. LUH. Mom teared up. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. That feeling of seeing her actually being apologetic is what made me euphoric; however, I knew that my other dream was to let her live vicariously through my Vito Cruz days. What I realized during countless days, hours and minutes of choosing to be at home with mom was that, time is but a bloody social construct. Syempre, hindi pa at its peak itong realization na 'to because I'm a newbie adult then. I held on to one of my favorite Psalms: God is faithful to the brokenhearted with so much fervor meets delulu levels. I was an agnostic, then. But, I think cool off phase ko lang talaga 'to with the church life. Hindi naman ako officially nakipag-break sa Katolisismo, because I knew that apart from breaking mom's bones and heart again, my faith is my refuge.

And so, I finished off some important work stuff and while I'm yet to finish the mega working file that would spell 2024, especially Q1, I braved my way to my first ever face to face meet up with the living legend (aka National Artist, baby) Ricky Lee and friends. HUHUHUHUHUHU. What took me this long? Here we go!

27 MARCH 2020. Syempre, sagad deadline tayo sa pag-submit ng "what if + this would matter 1 year from now" letter of intent + author's bio to Ricky Lee and his team. This involved his first ever online writing workshop. I was in legit spiral mode and still thankful that I have steady work, at home pa. Might be because I tried to recover from the high turned crash of my Japan dream. Might be because I was shackled and I'd like to dress in laces. Arte. Might be because I was bored to death and ready to not give a fuck anymore. I revisited my letter of intent. Intense. Two pages. LOL. It read "Digital Story Binder" pala. Ang angas. Ang feeling. :D CHOZ. Kahihiyan. Hahahaha.

Dinaan natin sa listicle ang mga reasons why I need and want a spot because mas madali siyang basahin and digest ng kung sino mang babasa. And syempre, may kalakip na author's bio. Shemay. May linyahan pang: I am not a storyteller. I'm but a story binder. Rationale: Andami ng kwento sa mundo. OPAK. Reading this ka-shemayan is very curious lalo 2023 is ending soon.

Anyway, I'd most likely do a more focused dive on this bit since may tatapusin pa ako today. :)

To cut the story short, I purposefully flaked and skipped all meet ups IRL with Ricky Lee and friends because I was not ready to face this dream then. I felt like I was never enough and that my drama, my dirty linen, my frailty is not worth their time and mine, too. OPAK. Diesel girl kasi talaga ako e. I want it to brew the right way even when it had to take years pero bawi na tayo bilang road to 14 going 40 na ang peg natin sa life.

Last night, I met the living legend with akbay pa from him in his humble home. HUHUHU. Sobrang grounded. Sobrang wapakels. Sobrang organic niya. I don't like mainstream movies that much, honestly. But mom likes Anak a lot. I didn't know nga that Ricky Lee wrote it e. Hahahaha. But, when I did my research, all the mainstream films I like are penned by him. Muro Ami, Himala, Moral, and syempre, Anak. Hahahaha. Hindi naman ako super pasaway pero feel na feel ng nanay kong pakitong-kitong na suwail ako and kahit hindi naman siya OFW, feel na feel niya ang lahat ng dayukdok as a stay at home mother na selfless to the highest level.

I'd most likely squeeze in more time for finishing my scripts, finally. Why now lang? 'Di ako handa noon e. 'Di ako in to terms sa what I have and what I don't have pa. Sa pagsusulat kasi, sabi nga ni Bob Ong, 'yung rejection dito, malala. 'Di tulad nung pagbabalik ng Size 8 na sapatos sa SM via sales lady. Pero, sanay naman akong pagalitan, makarne, malambast. So eto na tayo. Eto na tayo sa exciting part as a saling kitkit kahit bano akong mag-ten-twenty since birth.

Baka sumubok muna tayo sa Vivamax kasi 'di umano, doon maraming budget. Pero syempre, ang subtext ay tungkol sa gender equality and mala-social commentary in the light of L meaning landi to the max. LUH. Confirmed nung isang writer kagabi. LUH. Shemay. Choz. Tawang-tawa ako sa mga usapan as in. Para akong isang Avatar na getting to know Pandora: Third World x Highway to Hell Edition. Abangan!

Kidding aside kahit jokes are half meant... these days, ang pinaka optimal route ng writers is script for... digital content aka content creators' hell and heaven. Ola. Ola. Ola. Olalalalala. Stumbled upon this the past months pero obvious naman kasi noh. Duh.

PS: Gusto kong i-optimize ang website ni Ricky Lee. UGH. How po ba i-pitch ito? Leads gen po bitbit ko, Sir. Baka naman. In black and white lang kasi dapat 'tong palette to begin with plus... okay, back to reality muna. Laters!

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