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chocolate-teapots · 2 years

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Façade: Chris Chambers

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People change.

Not always for the better.

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Warnings: smoking, mentions of death, mentions of suicide, bullying, swearing.

When you walk through the hallways in school, about a hundred faces pass you each time you pay attention and it's likely you recognise a few for being so precious in a certain period of your life but have now just drifted to a smile as they pass you, if you're lucky.

Before the wrath of high school began, there was a handful of tiny little guys that I clung to each day because it just felt right and because we were the outcasts forced together by the bad guys who were slapping us around each day just because we were a little different. It was these differences that brought us together and from that moment onwards we stuck together like superglue.

There was Teddy Duchamp, one of the most idiotic guys you would ever meet, who would do anything at all to keep the legacy of his father alive. His thick glasses were way too big for him but then again so was his heart. He tried to kill himself once, challenging a train on the tracks as we tried dragging him from there. That was a strange day.

Vern Tessio was at Teddy's side at all times despite being the inspiration for his meanest punch lines. He was an overweight kid, dressed as if he didn't belong with us, smart and nerdy. His brother was a part of Ace Merill's gang that painted our childhood years red and I didn't even want to know what went on at home so I never asked.

Gordie Lachance was one of my closest friends out of the group, he was an intellectual but too self-deprecating for his own good following his brother's death. His brother was great, everyone loved Denny including his parents, unfortunately, more than they loved their youngest. He was ignored at home so I always made sure to involve him, his big brown eyes glistening as I warmed his heart and showed him the things he never knew. He was a talented writer, mustering the best storylines out of nowhere for those empty silences at the end of the nights.

I missed him so.

Chris Chambers was my greatest friend out of the bunch and he was the true glue to the group, keeping the peace, fighting the crime and solving the problems. In the process of monitoring, he forgot about himself until he'd go home to a drunk of a father. I don't imagine there was one piece of furniture in that dull house that wasn't thrown at his pretty head at one point and that was by his father or his older brother, another one of Ace's accomplices.

Out of all the guys, only Chris was left with us. Teddy and Vern got transferred to another school after failing all their tests, they never were the academic sort and Gordie well, let's say life got a bit too much and people cared a little less at one point so he took his own life at just 16. 16 and dead, the newspapers relished in that title while his parents only wished it was sooner.

We all had the best times, chasing each other through trees, screaming along to the radio, blissfully unaware of what was to come to our pathetic little lives. What our older selves would become was a mystery that we didn't even care to think about.

I could see Chris Chambers grinning at my goofy jokes while kicking some rocks in the dirt but now we were in algebra and he was kicking the back of my seat harder than he would those rocks.

Before you assume, it wasn't because he developed feelings for me as this was real life where people could choose to present themselves in any way they wanted so they could make someone like me feel a little shittier each day.

I didn't bother confronting him, I just relished in the boy Chris Chambers once was, who I once really liked.

People chuckle as he continues jolting me in the chair, hair "accidentally" getting tangled in his fist sometimes that were plastered in fresh cuts and bruises.

One day we just drifted as he got a little smarter than he wanted to admit. One day his cute little cigarette fad turned into sex drugs and rock and roll with a gang of guys that looked exactly like the ones who used to keep him inside his locker.

He cried over this, becoming his brother and his father and not wanting to live up to society's expectations of him and yet he has become exactly that and then some.

I was staring at my paper in the busy class, getting confused about writing letters instead of numbers in math when the teacher decides to hand out the test scores in which Chris nearly mounts my shoulder to peak after he smirks at his own score.

I had to admit 36/80 was incredibly low for my average but I had been struggling, feeling alone and mostly missing my best friends.

"If you have any questions just come and see me but remember this is your ability, your effort and there is no special treatment, especially for slackers," the teacher affirms, beady eyes glaring at us all over his thin glasses.

"Sir?"

"Yes Christopher," his eyes drifted directly behind me.

The teacher at this point was probably in shock he had bothered to contribute to the class or even show up although he never seemed to miss this class, the only one we shared- the last thing we shared.

"Does Y/N here get special treatment considering she is now a retar- oh wait that's not right," he scratches his chin plastically.

"I believe the correct name for it now is mentally challenged."

I feel a thick cloud of nicotine on my neck with chuckles in between. There is a sea of chuckles however the teacher seemed to sympathise with me as the dark teen cloud rained over me.

Class ends without further confrontation and no reply from the teacher but a couple of high fives from those faces that I once recognised. People do change, it's not true what they say.

"Oops," he whispers as his hand wipes the contents of my bag onto the ground causing a thousand pairs of converse to trample on it mockingly.

I chuckle under my breath.

"Something funny?" he asks at the doorway, teacher fleeting with his mug as an excuse.

"You know I think you're hilarious Chris," I slowly stuff my things into my bag tidy exactly where they should be, "That is if that even is your name anymore. Probably cool white snake or something like that, one could even argue Ace Merrill..."

The eyebrow lifts, and more faces reappear as they keep walking by the classroom. He closes the door behind him in their faces and I'd be lying if I said I was intimidated at this point. I heard of the things he did but the person I knew I trusted with my tiny life back in the day.

"Stop this shit, you're just jealous because you're still stuck in the dirty blue sneakers that you used to run around in," he seems to drift to the past a little, eyes gaining a little bit of blue from the pitch-black they currently were.

"Yes, of course, I am incredibly jealous of you. I admire you Chris when you say 'Oh please love me, cool people, oh please, please, pretty please drag me into hell'."

Being mocked by a woman was infuriating for any man but Chris always hated to be mocked, mocking himself on a daily basis was enough for his fragile state when he was a kid. But, I didn't know this guy, who knows how he felt.

"Do you even miss Gordie?"

He is silent, unable to look in my eyes that were currently drowning in my own grief. It was true that I missed him with all my heart.

"I do, every god damn day and the guys. And, I envy Gordie right now as he never had to see the monster you became."

Silence.

"He's dead Y/N, he's not coming back."

I finally grab my stuff throwing the strap over my shoulder, not caring if I hit him since the mental torture he had done to me was enough.

I look over my shoulder, seeing a balled-up fist strikingly similar to his old man and his brothers.

"Gordie may be gone but it is you that's dead to me."

I couldn't bear to see that vein pop out like his old man when he was angry. His bad abusive temper had been passed down the generations like the fucking flu.

I didn't care if I had to live in that treehouse forever, leaping through the wood when 33 years old with taxes. If Chris Chambers was what it meant to grow up and abandon the golden years, consider me Peter fucking Pan.

#80s movie #80s imagines #stand by me #river phoenix #chris chambers

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squirrelwrangler · 6 months

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For the director’s cut could you give some commentary on the Women of Troy story? Maybe give more insight to Meril’s situation?

I infamously do not like Fingon.

And this is the story of the web of survivors and how I like textual ghosts.

But yeah, the central pull of this fic is that I don't like Fingon except when I can write about the cast around him highlighting that dislike. At best he was one of the most forgettable characters in the Silmarillion and then the fandom insistence on him as the universally likeable and appealing guy, fueled almost entirely by the fanon juggernaut ship, meant that his presence was obnoxious. And what little he did have in canon was a mixed bag and not at all impressive beyond the martial feat of running off the young Glaurung- adds to the greater slaughter of Alqualondë and is the push that ultimately causing the Falmari to lose (and thus the loss of the Swan-ships), the rescuing of Maedhros allows the Noldor to paper over their division and present the united front of hiding their serious war crimes to their erstwhile new allies, Fingon has no ties to mortals except Húrin which was closer to Turgon anyway and is politically in his father's shadow and never really rules on his own until the disaster. And most damning of all, his opening cry of Quenya at the Nirnaeth. In short, when i picture the worst of the Exilic Noldor unrepentant of their war crimes to the non-Noldor, the settlers ruling over stolen Sindar land, these Achilles killing themselves in feats worthy of songs but also military disasters for civilians - Fingon the Overhyped Unlikeable is their poster child. And because I associate Fingon mentally with Achilles as much as I do Takeda Kastuyori, and I loathe Achilles violently, I knew any story about Fingon would never really be about him but Briseis.

And thus the title makes sense, doesn't it?

So Meril. The name is the fanon deep pull from the Aelfwine drafts where she is the queen of Tol Erressëa and thus the wife of the Finrod/Fingon figure. And thus Meril is common accepted fanon name for Fingon's wife when he is married and is father to Gil-galad. Which is the canon I like because it's the more widely known thanks to the published Silmarillion, it doesn't upset him in regards to Nargothrond/FInduilas in the two ways that it does, and most of all in makes Hithlum and the Nolofinwions up there, especially Fingon, actually interesting. If Fingon isn't Gil-galad's father, there is NOTHING of value to him as a character to me.

But then, what does it say to have poster boy of (non-Fëanorian) Exilic Noldor Thoughtlessly Rascist married to a Sindar woman? Interesting! And because I had groundwork in my Extended Sindar Family Tree to explain the lineage ties of Orodreth's wife, Eöl, Nimloth, and Celeborn, I knew exactly who Meril was and where she lived. She was the indigenous princess of Hithlum. Her father and grandfather had ruled it, and she was the sole survivor of that branch of the family and that particular northern dynasty/dukedom. Which was the other seed of this fic. Meril the survivor, who lost her parents and older brother (who probably was a lot like Fingon in some superficial ways). Meril who rejoins and gathers up the other survivors of her land only to have this new army of elves squatting on it claiming it for themselves. And Meril can't fight them off and their have just fought off Morgoth, they say that they're allies, Meril has to believe that. But Meril can't relinquish all of her leadership, that which she was raised to fulfill and that which had been filed by her now-murdered brother and father. She can't abandon the Northern Sindar and her homeland. She stays in Hithlum, ingratiates herself into Fingolfin's inner circle, courts the unwed son. Both Fingon and Meril are some flavor of demi-ace (If you're wondering, Maedhros is gay and was married, but because of the age gap Fingon was more like a son/nephew to him and especially his Husband). It's a marriage of convenience as much as Tolkien elves can have them. Meril respects Fingolfin, would have respected Turgon if she had more time with him, would have probably really loved Argon - her options are being stuck with Fingon. And on some deep level they both know this and it adds to Fingon's inferiority complex after Fingolfin dies and he gets into the nasty political coup against Lalwen (This fic is also about getting those Lalwen versus Fingon headcanons into a fic proper). But Fingon is an introvert and shit with politics or caring about it whereas Meril is a political creature that thrives on working on alliances and coalitions (the Tatyar Avari stuff here as well as Annael's Mithrim and the Hadorim), so they had a marriage that covered each other well. Until it doesn't. Because Fingon's not as noble as Hector, and Meril is definitely stuck in a besieged city about to fall, but at least Astyanax survives.

And since I pulled in Lalwen, I made the rest of the story follow the webs of OCs from other fics and the canon parallels. Morwen is like Meril - the eldest female surviving member of a ruling line whose people are now living under the rule of another group and whom she married into. Morwen helped to inspire Meril, though Eregiel as Finduilas's mother and the first cousin of Meril is only the Rían parallel in the family tree, because thanks to Gil-galad, Eregiel survives all of the First Age. But that's why the Hadorim women are so prominent, because they (and Lalwen-Emeldir) are twisted mirrors of another. Have to mention Mornacu (who is Hakate Kakashi but I'm not sure how obvious that fusion is), then everyone tied to Tuor. Seregeithron was a fun OC to suddenly graft this completely new branch onto the Tuor side of things that could then loop back around to Elrond and Elros and thus get us all the way to the end of the First Age of Beleriand where the final refugees, a mix of mortal and elven and the survivors of all the fallen lands and kingdoms including Hithlum and Dor-lómin, are huddled on the Isle of Balar.

And Balar is why I had Meril initially in the siege of Brithombar with Círdan. For the bookend of back in almost the same place with the same people. Knowing that the first time the Exilic Noldor arrived and there was hope but it was under tainted false pretenses and it would fail- but that fic cuts off right before the War of Wrath. Which has the Vanyar, Noldor who are honestly and solely motivated to help the people of Middle-earth, and the Maiar assistance. The ones that really will save Meril's surviving people.

And that's the other main byline, the Takeda Katsuyori element to Fingon and the Nirnaeth. The young warrior prince, trying to emulate or outdo a father's legacy, leaves as his real legacy all the murdered civilians, mostly noncombatant women and children, to death and misery.

#meme replies #bland beige wallpaper boy #meril of the mithrim #heget headcanons

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myveryownfanfiction · 3 years

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AN: I saw @itzjustalexxx mention something in the kiefer sutherland tag about there not being many new ace Merrill stories. So here it is! I love ace so hit me up not edited

warnings: abuse, underage drinking, drinking and driving, smoking

Ace leaned again the doorway to Irby’s waiting for them to walk by. He didn’t want to show up at their front door, already knowing what their parents would think of him. Ace itched to put a tooth pick in his mouth or put a cigarette but he knew the second he did he’d have to toss it. Just as his fingers twitched towards his pocket, (Y/N) walked around the corner. They caught his eye and broke into a run. That was something ace always loved about (Y/N): they didn’t care about what everyone else thought about him And they were always happy to see him.

“Hey. Whoa slow down!” Ace chuckled as (Y/N) crashed into him. He stumbled and struggled to keep his balance while holding up the person who has just launched themselves at him. He seriously doubted it by would let him back in the bar if he went through the front window (again) with nothing to show of it except a happy significant other. “Someone’s excited to see me.” Ace gently teased as he set (Y/N) back on their feet.

“I didn’t get to see you all weekend Ace. Of course I’m happy to see you.“ (Y/N) chided as they snuggled more into his chest. Ace rested his chin on them as he pulled them closer. “We’re still on for tonight right?” Ace nodded.

“Yeah. Ill be coming to get you a little earlier though.“ (Y/N) pulled back to look at him confused. ”My dads on a bender. I’m gonna get out for this week.“

“Ace…” (Y/N) started before he stopped them with a kiss.

“don’t worry. He tried to start in on Me earlier. That’s why I’m here.“ he nodded back so they understood that ace meant irby‘s. “I’ll probably be here for most of the week then sleeping out in the car either at pops yard or In eyeballs driveway. I’ll still be able to see you.” (Y/N) nodded slowly before gently pulling away.

“Alright Ace. I’ll meet you here then?” Ace nodded.

“around 3. We can grab some food.“ (Y/N) glanced at the bar behind him before nodding slowly. “Not here. I’ll take you somewhere sorts nice.” He laughed before smiling as (Y/N) left down the street. Ace sighed before straightening out his shirt and heading back into the bar. Nodding at Irby, ace went into the back room to get ready for his date. When he had finished, ace walked up to the bar and Irby placed a beer in front of him. Looking at it for a second, Ace picked it up and took a drink.

*timeskip*

Ace was leaning about his car outside of the bar. He had stopped drinking an hour ago but he still felt tipsy. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last that he went on a date with (Y/N) drunk. They never seemed to care. Ace wet his lips when he saw them round the corner and walk over to the car.

“Hey. You look nice.” He greeted them with a kiss on the cheek. No one in castle rock would think it but Ace was a gentleman when he wanted to be. A smile was all the thanks he needed and all he could ever ask for. Holding open the car door for (Y/N), he waited until they were seated before rounding the car and getting into his side. (Y/N) slid across the bench seat and rested their head against his shoulder as he started the car. They took off with (Y/N) fiddling with the radio.

“So what restaurant are we going to?” (Y/N) asked. Ace’s eyes went wide and he bit his lip.

“I kind of forgot to make any kind of reservation. Is the dinner alright? I know I said I’d take you somewhere better…” ace started, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

“It’s fine. The dinner is better than Irby’s anyway.” (Y/N) cut him off with a shrug. Ace breathed a sigh of relief as he took one hand off the wheel and wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder.

The dinner was uneventful but ace could tell something was simmering under the surface. On the ride back towards Irby’s, he finally broke the tension.

“What’s been eating at you?” He asked. (Y/N) shrugged. “Come on. Just tell me.“

”you’ll just get mad ace. Forget it.“ Ace pulled over and looked over at them.

“No. What is it?” He asked again. (Y/N) rolled their eyes and got out of the car. Ace followed and stared at their back as the finally stopped and turned around. Something clicked in his brain and he started to smirk. “Uh (Y/N)? Is it what I’m thinking?“ they turned around with a disgusted look on their face, causing aces smirk to fall. “Ok. Nevermind. It’s not what I’m thinking.“ he swallowed thickly and shoved his hands in his pockets. A chill ran through the trees and ace shivered. He pressed his lips into a thin line when he noticed (Y/N) shiver harder than he had. sighing, he shrugged out of the shirt he had thrown on top of his black tee. He slowly walked over to where (Y/N) was standing and gently wrapped them up in it.

“You’ll just get mad.” They whispered when ace had gently prodded them into putting their arms through the sleeves.

“promise I won’t.” he gently said. They shook their head and ace gently kissed their forehead. ”I swear on my mother. And this time I mean it.” (Y/N) chuckled and nodded.

“I thought about what you said about your dad being on a bender. And how you were gonna sleep in your car and spend your time at irby’s. And I came up with an idea.“ ace nodded and smiled softly at them. “It would require finally telling my parents. But I think it would be much better than sleeping in your car.“ ace gave them a look which made them chuckle again. “As comfy as it is I think either my bed or at least the couch would be more comfortable.“ ace swallowed and turned back to the car. He lit a cigarette and quickly pulled a few drags from it.

“you think it’s a good idea to tell your parents?” He finally asked. (Y/N) nodded. “Even with my reputation? They won’t like me. No one likes me. I’m not the type of person that you take home to meet your parents. And I’m definitely the type of person that parents with let sleep in the same bed as their kid or even the couch.“ (Y/N) slowly walked over to him and put their hand on his arm, stopping the pacing he hadn’t even noticed he had started.

“It’ll be ok ace. I promise.“ they said as they goaded him back into the hug he had broken away from. “And I may have accidentally let slip I was dating a cobra. So they kind of already know that my significant other is one of the most dangerous people in castle rock.” Ace chuckled and shook his head.

“Yeah pop knows about you too. And obviously all the cobras know.“ ace admitted. He let out a sigh and kissed their forehead. “Alright. Let’s ask.“ he leaned his head against theirs and sighed again. “You’re lucky I love you.” (Y/N) pulled away from his quickly.

“Ace are you drunk?” They asked, eyes wide in shock. he shook his head.

“I had a few drinks earlier at Irby’s but I think they wore off. Why?” Ace looked at them confused.

“You love me?” They asked, tears welling in their eyes. Ace was quick to wipe them away, whispering quiet no’s as he did. ”You don’t?” Ace paused his actions.

“I do love you. I just…you’re crying. And I….I fucked up.” He said a little too quickly. (Y/N) kissed him quickly.

“no you didn’t ace.“ they said when they pulled away. “I love you too. It’s just shocking to hear you say that for the first time.“ ace chuckled as he wiped a few stray tears away. He kissed (Y/N) again after nodding in agreement.

“Come on. Let’s go meet your folks before I change my mind.” Ace led the way back to his car before settling in with (Y/N) pressed against him again. He started the car and started driving back to their house. Looking down at them with their head on his shoulder he sighed happily. “God I love you baby.” He said, earning a smile in return and a kiss pressed against his neck. And he did.

#Ace merill #Ace merrill x reader #ace merrill fanic #Ace merrill fanfiction #ace merrill imagine #Kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland x reader #kiefer sutherland fanfix #Kiefer sutherland fan fiction #Kiefer sutherland imagine #Stand by me #stand by me fanfix #Stand by me fanfiction #Stand by me imagine

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mannytoodope · 2 years

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#Billy Tessio #Casey Siemazko #Eyeball Chambers #Bradley Gregg #Ace Merill #Kiefer Sutherland #Standy By Me

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insanitybyanothername · 3 years

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#keifer sutherland #donald sutherland #british #canadian #80s #90s #actor #hot #stand by me #designated survivor #ace merill #river Phoenix #chirs chambers #new jersey #alternative black girl #grunge

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80s4life · 2 years

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Being A Chambers Kid & Dating Ace Merrill HC”*

Word Count: 1,254

Status: Requested!

Ask: headcannons for what it would be like for the reader being eyeball and chris’s sister dating ace merill? and some NSFW ones too if you’re okay with that :)

A/N: Hi anon! This HC ended up being split up by before, during, and after the relationship had ended *depending on choice*. In addition, in order for me to fully portray what I’m trying to say, I have a song list below as well (it’s not too long, like 5 songs). Enjoy!

Fandom: Stand By Me 1984

Relationship: Ace Merrill x Female!Chambers!Reader

Summary: You were his forbidden fruit, his best friend’s little sister, strictly the only woman Ace couldn’t have. But, he’s has never been one to follow rules, has he? Ace simply straps you down for the long-haul of emotions constantly swirling about, making you wonder, “Is this good for me? Is this just a fling or something built to last?”

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

Warnings: smut, dirty talking, breaking the law, running away from the law, angsty thoughts, angst/sadness, fluff, sweet gestures, abusive tones (but not much)

Masterlist Stand By Me Masterlist

{gif is not mine, credits go to @buckygal95}

Before: “The Calm Before The Storm”

You were the “Small Chambers”

Although you were stuck between the two boys, Richard “Eyeball” being 19 and Chris being 12, you were the complete opposite of the two, 17, and only girl in a house filled with testosterone and hormones

Since childhood, Ace had been tied to your brother and family - always around, always apparent, always smart-mouthing

In some ways, you liked it, loving Ace from the moment you met him

However, you were his brother’s best friend, and he was a dangerous man always shouldering the world

During the summer of 1955, you’d taken up a summer program across the country, always seeking to excel in school

Ace secretly felt as if something was missing when you left, but was unable to truly pay attention to it

He couldn’t be in love, it just wasn’t Ace

It wasn’t until you turned 17, when you returned to Castle Rock in 1959, did Ace finally take notice to your changed appearance, no longer the little girl he remembered picking on

Your figure was fuller, comfortable in its final shape, decorated with just right amount of curve, deliciously plump lips, and catching eyes that seemed stern and determined even on a clam day

You were gorgeous...but Ace wasn’t going to let you know that

During: “The Missing Pieces Finally Connect”

He never formally asked you out. Instead, he simply grabbed your arm while you were walking down the sidewalk with your friends, saying something like, “You look hungry, you should really eat something,” whilst he steered you around and dragged you to the diner

You played pool, drank, and smoke, like old times

It felt comfortable even after all the time you’d been away, and by the time you were ready to leave, a whole day was spent

He dragged you into the alleyway that night, tipsy and happy, pinned you against the wall and did something you’d always dreamed of, he kissed you

From then on, you tried to keep the relationship under wraps

Never had a mom to gossip to and not enough trusting friends, but you told Chris

Chris almost fainted. Couldn’t believe, “That Asshole’s dating my sister!”

He promised to keep the secret after he realized how happy you were

Eventually, Eyeball does fins out too, but says nothing except shaking his head defeated

Dating Ace is bliss:

Light touches when the boys weren’t around/paying attention

Forehead, cheek, and nose kisses, although they are very fleeting (unless making out privately)

Smashing mailboxes with the boys

Setting abandoned houses on fire

Stealing stuff from the drug stores

Running away from the cops hand-in-hand

Laughing and joking constantly

All-night car drives in the middle of the summer

Making out in the backseat of his car

Definitely fucked in his car, parent’s bed, on a table, in a bathroom, anywhere he could get his hands on

Ace loves hickies, bites, or just generally marking you as his even if the public didn’t know it, “Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine.”

Ass and thighs worshiper (I said what I said)

10/10 with his tongue

Loves to peg you over and over again with his mouth and hands alone

Even with your strong character, you are definitely a bottom when it comes to Ace

Fucks you long and hard without remorse

WILL keep you up all night if he was really antsy or wanted to “teach you a lesson”

You’re a brat, but who cares?

Your relationship does have its lows though:

Petty arguments every once in a while

Ace, although hides it under his mask, is very insecure

Gets jealous after a while of being around one of the gang/men/males in general

His tough upbringing does make him deny any feelings for a person, let alone giving and receiving love, making it hard for you to break down his walls

You DO get through to him though, scaring him as he “feels weak,” but feels that he can trust you (as he should lol)

Ace says “I love you” first

It caught the both of you off-guard, but made the moment even better as he’d said it from the bottom of his heart

You cried (I would cry) and easily reciprocated with sincerity

He gives you pet names like “Baby doll” “Baby Chambers” “Munchkin” “Doll-face” “Honey (sarcastically most of the time)” and “Queen (occasionally)”

You settle for whatever fits at the moment, and when something new sparks, Ace always flushes a pink tint and smiles goofily while he looks down

You do have some common ones though, “My Man” “Daddy (just to mess with him)” “Blondie” “Gummy Bear” and “King of Castle Rock/King”

The Breakup: “Can’t Live Without You”

Most likely his jealousy

Ace likes to runs his mouth when he’s pissed off and doesn’t watch it when it comes to you

Throws things near you, never at you

Calls you all the names under the sun, but it’s “whore” or names based on cheating on him that hits you harder

Compares how wild you are when with him to you cheating making sense, “I should’ve known, the way you suck was just too good, huh?”

You fire back as well, mentioning his behavior rather than the unjustified claims he spews, knowing you’d never felt any other way than you did with him, completely loyal

By the end of the fights, it either ends in make-up sex or separating yourselves for a few hours

Ace isn’t one for apologies, but he does show you kindness and a softer side when he’s given the chance

Scolds himself when he hears you cry about something he said in the spur of the moment

The fights don’t ever end in breaking up, you can’t live without each other

That is, until you feel enough is enough

It’s hard, but you pack your stuff when he’s out with the boys, avoiding you

You don’t give him the say, he’s said enough

But, you do at least leave a note of your departure, going back home to Chris and Eyeball

They take you in with open arms, Eyeball somewhat being understanding and sympathetic when you go through your depression period

Constantly wondered if what had happened was your fault, if something could’ve changed the way you went out

Chris made jokes, “You know...I never really liked him anyways.”

You feel as if this is the end for you, but you’re better than that

After: “Love Lost, Lessons Learned”

You still see each other all the time, making moving on harder than you originally thought

Every place arises at least one good memory with Ace: the diner, the park, the long dirt roads, mailboxes, shiny new cars waiting to be driven, even toothpicks

You do, however, find the closer you were missing

You move on, you forgive him, you become you again

Or, a new you, as Ace had never deteriorated the person you were, he helped build an even stronger woman (he’s not manipulative/abusive!)

You catch each other staring sometimes, talk too

A friendship was rebuilt, the man you’d known was always still there

And, who knows, maybe a break was all you needed, and a story is still left unfinished?

Songs: “Bittersweet Melodies”

“Fire on Fire” by Sam Smith

“You Broke Me First” by Tate McRae

“It’s You” by Ali Gatie

“Dandelions” by Ruth B.

“Infinity” by James Young

“Happier” by Ed Sheeran

#ace merill imagine #ace merrill x reader #ace merrill #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland x reader #eyeball chambers #bradley gregg #chris chambers #river phoenix

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years

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If you want out just say it

(Not my gif)(requested via message)

(Ace Merrill x reader)(warning: cursing, angst-with a happy ending, not the greatest portrayal of what a relationship should be like but this is Ace we’re talking about)

You should have never dated that asshole. You should have never looked at his stupidly handsome face or into those beautiful eyes. Should have never even entertained the idea of being with him; him a liar and a cheat and a going nowhere nobody that wasn’t worth a sliver of your time. You shouldn’t have done a lot of things with him; you shouldn’t have ended up in his bed, shouldn't have kissed him, told him you loved him when he couldn’t even say it back.

You should have listened to all of the warnings. You’d gotten your fair share. Your parents, your friends, hell even the Chambers kid that hung around him; you should have believed them when they told you he was no good, that he would use you and kick you to the curb. How could you have been so stupid?There had been so many warning signs and yet you ignored them all because you loved him. God, the thought made you want to puke, you were truly pathetic. Well not anymore, not after today.

So here you were, walking and blinking away the tears that blurred your vision and threatened to ruin your makeup. You couldn’t have that, you couldn’t let everyone see that they had been right, let him see that you still cared. You’d rather die than admit that you’d been wrong all along, that you’d been stupid and careless; that you were just another girl that that dirt bag had tricked and used.

Oh, Ace Merrill was an asshole and worst of all he didn’t know when to just give up. That was one of the most infuriating parts of all this, the fact that he was still trying to pull you back in. You could hear him trailing behind you even after you’d ignored him, refusing to speak as you stormed away from him. He was still trying to apologize, giving you those pitiful half assed lines that only a man like him could pull out after messing up so bad.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He muttered and the overwhelming urge to punch him right in his lying teeth came across you.

“Yeah? Well here we are.” You replied bitterly.

“Oh, come on, like I really mean’t it? Listen, I would have never gotten them off my back if I’d told them some sappy shit.” Excuses, excuses. It always had to be someone else’s fault, or it was his reputation, his ego, that little voice in his head that gets high off being in control. You’d hated it, you always had, how he couldn’t just own up to what he’d done.

“So I’m supposed to forgive you because it was all just a front for your gang? The gang that you are supposed to be leading?” He said nothing, your blood boiled. “You’re a coward Ace, always have been, always will. I should have never wasted my time on a piece of garbage like you.”

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that sweetheart.” You stopped walking and turned towards him.

“I’ll talk to you however I fucking want,” you hissed. “It’s over Ace. I’m done with you.”

With that you turned around and continued walking to the small house you shared. You flung open the door and headed to the bedroom to pack your things.

*****

You’d stumbled across the boys on accident while they were sitting in one of the towns back alley parking lots. One of them noticed you and decided to ask Ace about you; who knew why. You weren’t sure whether he thought Ace would have said something relatively nice for him or if he knew what he was going to say was nasty. You could never trust the boys in his gang, you never knew who wanted to hurt you or not.

“So Ace... what’s with this y/n chick?” One of the cobra boys had asked eyeing you from where you stood a little ways away from the back of Ace. Just in the range of hearing.

“What about her?” Ace had replied taking a swig from his beer.

“Well what is she to you?” Eyeball had asked this time although you weren’t sure if he had seen you or not. You were almost sure he hadn’t. He worshiped Ace, he never would have purposefully and so boldly messed something up for him.

“A good fuck. That’s what she is.” Ace chuckled and you could feel your cheeks flush in both embarrassment and anger.

“Come on Ace, you must like her. I mean you live with her?” Eyeball once again spoke up.

“She lives with me, so what? She’s a good lay and I can have her any time I want with her staying at my place. Why are you guys on my ass about this?” He furrowed his brows before he finally turned upon hearing your rough footsteps knocking across the pavement as you stormed off.

*****

You heard the door open and Ace’s footsteps as he walked to the doorway of your bedroom. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him lean against the frame seemingly unfazed by both your previous outburst and your current actions.

“Babe what the fuck are you doing?” He muttered as he lit a cigarette.

“Don’t call me that,” you said moving to grab your makeup from the bathroom. “I’m packing my stuff, I’m leaving.”

“Oh come on,” He scoffed, following behind you and standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “I told you it was just talk with the boys. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Don’t care. Everyone told me all this shit about you Ace. And they were right. They were so right. You’re a womanizing asshole that only cares about getting his rocks off. If you wanted out you should have just said it, you should have just owned up and told me what you wanted from the start,” You turned and looked at him seeing the glare on his face as you walked towards him. “Now move.”

“How fucking dare you.” He growled, you just rolled your eyes and pushed past him moving to your bags. He followed behind you, yelling out after you as you continued packing all of your things.

“They don’t know shit about me! How are you gonna act like you don’t know that I love you. Just cause I don’t fucking say it? That doesn’t mean shit. I don’t want out, I’ve never wanted out. My boys don’t need to know about you and me or how I feel about you; that’s between you and me. But don’t for a second think that I don’t care about you.” He growled, moving next to you as you stuffed your things into your bag. Every time you put something in he took it out until you looked at him with tears of frustration and hurt in your eyes.

“Come on babe” he spoke quietly, his hand gently gripping your arm and turning you so that you were fully facing him.

“You’re pathetic.” you growled, voice raw with emotion as you pushed past him and walked out the door. You weren’t going to fall for his lies anymore.

*****

It’d been a week since you’d spoken to or even seen Ace. You were staying at your friends place, too embarrassed and scared to return to your parents house after everything that had happened which led you to stay with your now ex boyfriend; if you could call him that, in the first place. You were sure that Ace was looking for you, several of your friends had called or came to see you telling you about how he had called them or stopped them on the street. Thankfully, even after you’d borderline ditched them for half a year they still cared about you and didn’t spill anything to the intimidating individual.

You’d managed to retrieve most of your belongings. You’d had time to learn when he’d be home and when he wouldn't so you could avoid him easily now. You were finally just about ready to move on with your life even if you were still hurt. ‘Time heals all wounds’ your friends assured you and all you could do now was wait it out and see if they were right.

All you knew for sure was that it was time to get out into the world again. If you saw him so be it. You couldn’t avoid him forever, at some point you’d have to face him again. And who knew, you could step your foot out of the door at any given moment and still have a chance of not seeing him. The point was that you had to start living your life again. That was the only way for things to get better.

That’s why you were sat at a booth in some smokey downtown bar/restaurant with your friend, picking at french fries and talking aimlessly about nothing in particular. You felt good, you felt normal; you felt like your old self again. But it seemed that a lot of old things were going to resurface because as you looked up at your friend you heard the bell at the door chime and who else would walk in but Ace Fucking Merrill.

You quickly ducked your face down, trying your best to hide your features behind your hand as you stared down at your plate. You were suddenly very glad your friend had convinced you to take the booth in the far corner of the place, out of sight of most of your fellow patrons. You swallowed thickly and tried to calm yourself as you saw him walk with some of his friends into the back of the bar. They picked up pool sticks as one of them headed to the bar and ordered a round of drinks.

Once it was safe you whispered to your friend about the predicament that you were in. The courage that you had previously had in your hypothetical scenarios was now gone and all you wanted to do was slip silently past him without being seen. You knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, luck obviously wasn’t on your side today and Ace wasn’t one to not notice things especially when it involved pretty girls. And how right you were....

As you removed your hand from your face you glanced over and saw Ace looking straight at you as he leaned across the pool table. You quickly looked away and towards your friend, telling her that you wanted to leave now. She nodded understandingly and started to grab her things, signaling the waiter for your check. Too bad he wasn’t fast enough.

“Y/n...” You glanced up at the blonde standing beside your table; you didn’t respond.

“You haven’t taken any of my calls.” He said lowly, watching you as he moved the pool stick he held around in his hand. It was weird seeing him like this. He seemed different, shy in a way, uncharacteristically unsure of himself. You still didn’t respond.

He glanced back at his friends who tried to appear as though they weren’t watching the three of you curiously. Then he turned back to you, licking his lips before he spoke. “Can we talk?”

The waiter finally came with your check and your friend quickly handed him the money you owed. Eyeing you uncomfortably, waiting for your next move. “Sorry Ace but we’re just leaving.” you muttered.

“I see that,” He said, pausing before he spoke again, waiting for the waiter to walk away from the table. “but I need to have a word with you.”

“Ace, she really doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Amanda,” he responded rudely. “I really wasn’t talking to you.”

“Well I’m the only one you’ll be talking to for a while in regards to her since she-”

“Amanda,” You interrupted, trying your best to give her a reassuring glance before sighing and turning back to the blonde. “Ace I can’t talk right now....”

“Then when?” He immediately asked, less like a question and more like a demand.

“...I don’t know when, I just-” You struggled to think of something to say, cursing yourself for even feeling the need to provide him with any answer.

“Then just come with me for a little while and we can talk.”

“Ace...” You borderline pleaded, wanting nothing more than to just get out of there.

“Come on y/n. One conversation.” He pressed and finally you sighed, looking at your friend with a defeated look before agreeing. You slid out of the booth, walking past him and out the door. You hoped that this would get rid of him once and for all.

You leaned against the concrete wall of the building, blowing an exasperated breath out of your mouth as you waited for the blonde to emerge. The bell chimed and you didn’t bother looking at him as he moved to stand in front of you.

“So what.” You said, taking a page from his book and making it sound like a subtle demand of information rather than a question. You’d thought you’d made yourself perfectly clear, you didn’t want to see him again let alone talk to him. But you weren’t sure if it was all because you were upset with him or if a part of you knew that he could worm his way into your life again just as easily as he did the first time.

He nodded his head towards the sidewalk and started walking down it. You debated staying right where you were but you figured it was probably best to just get this done now. Once you were a little ways away from the restaurant he finally spoke up, perhaps deciding it was finally safe to say what he was going to say next without fear of anyone important hearing.

“I love you, alright? Is that what you want to hear?” He said, eyes darting from side to side as he kept his gaze forward.

“No Ace that really isn’t.” You muttered, picking at your nails as you kept pace with him.

“Yeah? Well it’s true,” He insisted. “I love you more than anything in this fucking world and I can’t live with you walking out on me. It’s killing me to not have you around. I can’t stand it.”

“You should have thought of that-” He interrupted you.

“Yes, I should of thought of that but I’m a fucking idiot. What else can I say?” He paused before he sighed. “You know I’m sorry. I’ve never felt worse about something in my entire life. If I could take it back I would.”

“But you can’t.” You said stubbornly but you felt your resolve melting already and your eagerness to be with him again frustrated you.

“No I can’t,” He agreed. “But I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right. I need you baby. You know that.”

“The house if too empty without you.” He gave you a small solemn smile as you remained silent.

“Where you staying right now?” He asked and you decided that that was the safest thing out of his words to respond to.

“A friends.” You spoke quietly, still guarded; still not wanting to admit you missed him and that you wanted him back.

“I saw you got your stuff out of the house.” He commented.

“Yeah.” You replied unsure of what you should say.

“Y/n please. Just one more chance, that’s all I’m asking. Let me show you just how much you mean to me. Nothing like this will ever happen again and if it does then I’ll let you go without any problems. You’ll be free to live your life without me. But please baby, just give it another shot. Give me another shot.” He pleaded, stopping and taking you by the hands making you look up at him. His eyes looked glassy. It was the first time you’d ever seen him look close to tears.

“If anything like this happens again I’m never coming back.” You promised and his lips quirked into a pleased smile as he sniffled.

“If anything like this happens again It’s your god given right to blow my head off.” He laughed, voice raw sounding and emotional like his heart was stuck in his throat.

“See, there’s that smile, that pretty little smile.” He pulled you into a tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

He pulled away and kissed your cheek before speaking. “You know I love you right?”

“Now I do.” You laughed softly.

“Well don’t you ever forget that alright?” He asked, eyes searching yours.

“I wont.” You assured him and let him tilt your chin up, kissing your lips uncharacteristically soft.

Sure, Ace Merrill was an asshole. He knew that and embraced it but he loved you more than anyone ever had and he’d be damned if he ever let a woman like you go. A woman that loved and put up with an asshole like him. You were the one good thing in his life and he wasn’t going to let you leave anytime soon.

#ace merrill #ace merrill imagine #stand by me #stand by me imagine #ace merill x reader #stand by me x reader #80s movie imagine #80s movie imagines #i

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mulletknives · 3 years

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the vibe? tryna debate myself on my validity of being attracted to (fictional) toxic men

#its the men i gotta really think on #and the women too but mostly the men #but like ace merill?? jd??? jax teller if he counts???#theyre just so hnghngngnh #hothothot #AND DAVID LOST BOY CANT FORGET HIM

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rckflg · 2 years

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

enjoy :) hope you like this free food

i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

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kookyburrowing · 2 years

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Tagged to do this by @riding-with-the-wild-hunt!! (Thanks!)

Nickname: Lee, and my family’s go to “birdy”

Zodiac: Libra, but I have Scorpio traits

Height: around 5’5”

Hogwarts House: Uncertain mainly because I haven’t really been a Harry Potter fan since about sixth grade

Followers: on here? 51. On my Tolkien blog, 154 because that’s where I actually create content lol

Song Stuck in my Head: “Dos Oroguitas” from Encanto

How much I sleep: Around 8-9 depending

Lucky Number: 42, the answer to life the universe and everything. Also 21.

Dream Job: Animator/character designer/author/screenwriter. I’m multitalented like that.

Wearing: pajamas because I got up late

Favourite Song: current favorites are “Kingdom Dance” from Tangled, “Cad É Sin Don Té Sin” by Caladh Nua, anything from Encanto, “Winter Solstice” by Frostudio Chambersonic, “Rosenrot” by Faun, and “Ariën” by Oonagh

Favourite Instrument: the fiddle/violin, but also cello, piano, and percussion. Yes all of it.

Favourite Author: Jirt, Agatha Christie, Leigh Bardugo, Holly Black, whatever genius wrote Beowulf, and also any fic write I have ever encountered cause SERIOUSLY

Aesthetic: abandoned things covered in plants, Trees, the ocean in all its might, an endless library filled with cool sunlight, a mountainside with a path worn by human feet, cave paintings, a laugh passed down and repeated for centuries from ancestor to descendant, smiling about something you just remembered, a forehead touch for a friend, a river that has seen thousands of children splash around inside it, that feeling when you See something for the first time, the quiet of a snowstorm outside and the noise and warmth of the house within, a fire in front of which people have gathered to talk and play games, a blanket wrapped around yourself, a stuffed animal carried into adulthood and passed down

Favourite Animal Noise: cats when they’re happy, horse noises, dogs being happy…happy animal noises

Something Random: I point out every mistake a piece of media makes in terms of archery because I can and I have double jointed thumbs and pinkies on both hands

Offering this to @gossip-guy-of-middle-earth, @ibrithir-was-here, @merilles, @ace-of-sspades, @yellow-feathered-faerie, @girlbosscrawley and anyone else who points out weapon mistakes in fantasy media

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 21 days

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I don't know if you like or know Pokémon, but pleaaase....

Ace Merrill- (the Pokémon is Marill, but they say it like merill, ans I'm fucking obsessive I neeed to draw Ace wirh those stupid ass ears and tail)

(Also FUN FACT! This is a mouse Pokémon like thing that winds up evolving into a BUNNY Pokémon! Named Azumarill!)

OH MY GOD BUT NO WHY IS THE NAME WAY TOO SIMILAR 💀💀💀

#cherry rambles #cherry answers #ask

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miriel-therindes · 2 years

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Hi, I absolutely love your various Tolkien-related OCs (and your lovely moodboards), and I would LOVE to know more about them, if it isn't an intrusion! They all seem so interesting 🥺

Thank you so much Merilles!!! 😭❤️ I'm always delighted for the chance to ramble about my OCs, they're my babies, of course it isn't an intrusion!

Turunís (Wife of Curufin) is one of my most developed ones, I rambled a bit about her in this post a little bit ago.

You asked about Faenel, so here's some about her:

-Faenel is a woman of Minas Tirith. Her parents both died when she was very young, and she and her younger sister Miri were sent to live with their aunt and uncle. -Their aunt and uncle were not deliberately cruel, but they were harsh people, and Faenel waited to reach adulthood so she could leave and take Miri with her. -As a child she often was sent to run errands through the city by her uncle, and one day she stumbled upon Boromir when he was taking a rest from his duties. He was then a young adult, but he had known her father (a soldier) and they became quick friends. He was kind and patient and gentle to her when no one else was, and she was took his mind off his worries and told him about everything. She was as a little sister to him. -(And to be clear, their relationship was nothing anything like romantic, it is a purely platonic friendship as if older brother and younger sister) -When she reached the age of 16, old enough in Gondor to go off on her own path, she managed to find a job doing basic work at a seamstress’ shop. With the few coins that she earned, she scraped by enough to rent a small room for her and Miri. -Gradually she became more skilled and moved on to better jobs. By the time she was 21 she was designing new clothes to sell, and later opened her own shop. -Faenel is on the short side and has medium brown skin, dark brown eyes, and waist-length black hair. -She loves designing and sewing clothing so much, and her mind is always filled with new ideas. -Miri is the person she cares most about in the world, and she’s very protective of her. Miri’s about six years younger than Faenel, so by the time they left their aunt and uncle she was ten. She’s very small for her age, but bubbly and cheerful and loud. -”Wren” is the nickname given for Faenel by Boromir, and it’s used by all her friends fondly. -She often sings while she works, she’s not particularly good but she loves singing the songs she hears around the city, and it keeps her mind focused when she’s doing dull work. -Her favourite colours are teal/turquoises, and she often uses them when designing clothes for herself or Miri. -When she has her own proper house instead of just a rented room, she has a soft grey pet cat named Lhoss (Whisper) -She’s ace, and demiromantic -As her life goes on, the war gets harder and harder. She sees Boromir less as he is so often busy or at battle, he is Captain of Gondor, after all. -She keeps working hard in her shop, she eventually has several hired assistants and Miri helps customers and runs errands. -Miri gets married shortly after her 18th birthday to her best friend Lothion, but continues working with Faenel. -Faenel never weds, she’s happy enough with her sewing and Lhoss and Miri and her friends, despite her worries. -She loves flowers and always has several vases of them around her home. -Her favourite place in the city is a tucked-away corner on one of the upper levels that she goes to when she needs peace, it overlooks the land beyond the city and is a good quiet place to rest. -She was deeply grieved when the news of Boromir’s death reached her during the war of the ring. He was the best person she knew, the one who had comforted her with stories of epic battles and brave warriors when she was a sad child and played child’s games with her when he had a rest from his work. -She’s a staunch stewardist and has a vague dislike of Aragorn

Here’s a quick picrew of her:

#*yeets block of text into the void*#sorry mirelle this isn't very good #i just scribbled down a bunch of things about her #my oc #faenel #thank you so much for the ask!!!#<3 #i'm always up for rambling about my OCs or canon characters so feel free to send me asks for anything any time!#tolkien #lotr #gondor #oc faenel

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absynthe--minded · 3 years

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please may I hear about The Wife... no judgement at all I just love hearing what everyone thinks

Okay. So.

(obligatory disclaimer: all headcanons are valid, and all fanworks are valid, and my opinions are my own and based on what I see in fandom around me, which is not the full breadth and depth of Tolkien fandom and is only a tiny piece of the greater puzzle. this is salty, and somewhat bitter, and very frustrated, but it’s not aimed at any specific person and it’s not just my negative feelings due to being a Russingon shipper. I’d actually really like to continue conversation about this, with people on all sides of The Wife Debate - I enjoy talking with people!)

the tl;dr is that I really cannot stand how the fandom treats the potentially-existing character of Fingon’s wife.

first off, it’s basically up in the air as to whether or not she exists - we have reference in the published Silmarillion to Gil-galad as Fingon’s son with Christopher Tolkien saying later that he was acting in error in confirming GIl’s parentage that way, and we have a line from The Mariner’s Wife that’s the beginning of a letter sent to Tar-Meneldur (Ereinion Gil-galad son of Fingon to Tar-Meneldur of the line of Eärendil, greeting: the Valar keep you and may no shadow fall upon the Isle of Kings.) in which Fingon’s parentage is claimed by the then-High King, but we also have writing from The Shibboleth of Fëanor that Fingon had no wife upon departure from Valinor and no biological children at that time.

For a long time it was assumed that Fingon’s wife was a Sindarin woman named Meril, but ‘Meril’ is the name of Finrod’s wife as recorded in The War of the Jewels and in this draft Gil-galad is Arafinwëan. The confusion there is easy to understand, as Gil-galad’s departure to the Falas and early life spent with Círdan is present in both the published Silmarillion and the unpublished footnotes of WotJ, but ultimately the canon holds two things to be more or less plausible: first, Gil-galad is Fingon’s son; second, he has no stated wife.

of course the absence of a recorded wife doesn’t mean there was no wife - we only need look at Orodreth’s child/children, or Elros’s, or Isildur’s, to see that Tolkien has a habit of giving men biological offspring without recording the names of the women in their lives who must have birthed and helped raise those offspring - but this actually brings me to the first issue I have with how fandom treats this particular quasi-character (let’s call her Nís, for this little ramble - it’s easier than dancing around the fact that she has no name of her own): she’s assumed to be necessary for the existence of Gil-galad the Nolofinwëan.

Fingon adopting a child, or taking an heir for legal purposes, or fostering someone else’s son, are perspectives on family life that are more or less entirely gone from the fan conversation surrounding this interpretation of Ereinion’s parentage, as is the idea that Fingon might have wanted or had a child without the help of a woman. (and like - not to bring prejudices into this, because I don’t think they’re entirely the motivating factor here, but... sex-repulsed people exist? ace and aro people who don’t want conventional romantic relationships exist? I’m 100% on the “Fingon is grey-ace and 100% gay and only wants Maedhros” train but aspec/arospec, single Fingon is also a valid headcanon and assuming he had to have a wife for the sake of having a child uh. bothers me because of its implications?) and all of this comes down to my larger point of frustration which -

Nobody really cares about this character in her own right. Nobody looks at Nís, or the gap left by her in the text, and becomes invested in her and in what happens to her without some external factor making her a necessity. She’s Gil-galad’s mother so she has to be there, or she’s Fingon’s wife and therefore something that isn’t Russingon so she has to be there. She’s not a personality that anybody gives a damn about outside of what she can do for the men in the narrative, and that pisses me off like nothing else and is the main reason why she’s basically the only woman in the Legendarium I can’t stand. I love Tolkien’s women! I think they’re all great! I’m a lesbian and I’d love to see more ladies hanging around! But she doesn’t matter, in my experience, outside of propping up really narrow-minded ideas of family and giving weight to homophobia.

I would at least be able to grudgingly tolerate and understand and even respect her presence in the fandom if people liked her and respected her and treated her like her own person with weight and import! But she’s not in any of the textual ghost fanworks, she’s never given a shoutout in fanart, she barely registers on anyone’s radar. There are twenty fanfics on AO3 tagged with her relationship to Fingon in them, and eleven of those left when you filter out fics that also include Russingon in some capacity. “Fingon/OFC” yields ten stories total. Out of over sixteen thousand. Nobody - and I mean that seriously - treats her like she matters, even people who believe she exists. She’s not a fundamental part of serious headcanons - I’ve seen more love given to OC wives for Maedhros than this woman who a large subset of the fandom seems to think must have been real in some capacity!

(Just for fun: we have 40 works tagged for Orodreth’s wife, 40 works for Caranthir’s wife, 18 works for Elros’s wife, and 112 works for Maglor’s wife. Branching out into ‘named but with very little known about them’ we have 35 for Eldalótë, 135 for Amarië, and 199 for Elenwë. Everyone else in this story matters more than Nís does. It’s a little absurd.)

basically I’m done taking claims of loving this character or caring about her seriously. I’ve had to fight people using her like a bludgeon for so long that I cannot stomach her; my personal opinion is “I don’t want to see content made for this character who Tolkien himself said didn’t exist” but I’m a firm believer in ship and let ship and in the idea that all fanworks have a place and a purpose so like. people interested, y’all can do what you want if you stop resenting the hell out of Russingon shippers for no reason and keep things cordial? but in the meantime stop pretending you care about Nís for literally any other reason but ulterior motives, you clearly don’t! she’s a convenient person-shaped battering ram and literally nothing else.

(Also, I want to know what exactly Russingon shippers have done that makes us so worthy of everyone who doesn’t ship it hating our guts, you know? Homophobia is obviously part of it in some circles but what the hell happened that makes non-homophobes so damn resentful of us? please do give thoughts on that if you have them I want to know and that is even more salt.)

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