#ah well who cares whelp

[trashcanfills]

Hear me out okay hear me out

Reader being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat🥰🥰

Ok first of I shall apologise to you anon because I was heavily procrastinating on this. I mean, I know junkrat and lucio but I didnt fully know how the two would interact, much less in a romantic manner. I legit had to look up boombox fan content for this. It’s a cute ship I must say.

Tbh I previously managed to actually write a good chunk of stuff out for this prompt of the three being poly (at least not the one where the two dudes are “sharing” the reader, nahh everyone gets the lovin) EXCEPT IT DIDNT SAVE WHEN I LAST CAME BACK TO EDIT AND POST IT.

Yea that got me shudhekakdjw fucking crying i swear and I just procrastinated on answering the ask for a bit longer. But im back and god I should actually release it from my inbox.

Here. Fly. Be free now.

Being in a poly relationship with Lucio and Junkrat

First of all, dear god the chaos.

Bruh you have Jamison from the lawless radioactive wasteland that is Australia and Lucio the freedom fighter dj. Being in a poly relationship with this two dudes will never be boring with the amt of shit you get into (which most of the time it’s Jamison’s fault oof)

I can see Lucio and Jamison being rather physically affectionate with you and each other, so I do hope you are someone who doesn’t mind all that. If you do, its ok cus Lucio understands all that personal space jeez, aand will do his best to explain and help Jamison understand cus Jamison is a bit more uhhhhh intrusive lmao

Group cuddle sessions are a thing and participation is made mandatory, the latter being a rule that was first made up to keep Junkrat out of his workshop to tinker stuff, but now it’s used for any time one of you gets too into work or need comfort of some sort.

They both are incredibly energetic and fun people to be with too! Thankfully you and Lucio can contain a bit of Jamison’s manic and destructive energy (and maybe teach him more abt what the rest of the world is like and morals). If you tired of socialising, they will def be chill in just hanging out in the same room, though Jamison needs some explanation and time to understand that first since hes not so people smart.

Fun activities would include gaming, workshop binges (Jamison makes shit while Lucio and you join in or add more dumb whacky ideas), MUSIC LISTENING PARTIES like Lucio is a DJ he wants to show yall all these cool artists and know yall tastes ok

Lucio makes a curated playlist for you amd Jamison. Aaaaand maybe a upcoming new album inspired by the two of you shhhhh its a surprise. And Jamison loves creating new trinkets for you and Lucio! He made a smol metal wire sculpture with a rat, frog and another animal representing you. Its considered a treasured possession that you can Lucio took turns to keep it in your rooms lmao, until Jamison made another one :3

Honestly you three prob got a lot of questioning looks when you all came out as a polyamory couple. Mostly cus of Jamison reputation as a crazed maniac and wanted criminal ngl but when everyone in overwatch sees the three of you hanging out, its really sweet.

I say some issues u guys would have would be first and foremost, Jamison’s questionable morality and lack of understanding of many things. He did kill people yes, but to him it was his way of life from the nuclear wasteland that is his home. It has taken a number of therapy sessions (as required for a reformatory programme Jamison is enrolled in because how else will he be in overwatch bruh), but hey hes getting better i suppose. Be patient with Jamison at times alright? Because he’s still figuring out all these new things and reframing in his worldview.

Another issue for sure would prob be Lucio’s tendency to be stubborn on some things. Haha u didnt think i was gonna say that huh.

To clarify, he’s someone passionate on various causes, and because he is such a nice and caring person pushing to gain support for other’s welfare, Lucio doesn’t fully grasp the consequences of his actions at times. It’s like…he’s naive or a bit simple-minded. Not unintentionally or fully dumb, more like he gets into this helping ppl mindset so much he forgets other things to consider. Like how he faces the Vishkar conflict. It’s a huge sore spot for him, and it’s a big reason why he doesn’t like Symmetra that much because he assumes that she is bad and aware of her corporation’s questionable deeds, which is not completely true. Its also personal for him because it was his hometown that was being affected, and because of that Lucio had to do something to save it. All these feelings mean that Lucio gets blinded by them at times, esp when its got to do sth that he’s passionate abt. Its good to fight for the things you love, but sometimes fighting is not always the solution and can make things worse. And he forgets that sometimes when he rants to u guys abt dealing with some obstinate person doing questionable things.

There will be times he sticks to his moral values and stand by them, without realising that he needs to open his kindness and empathy to those who seem to be the most unworthy of it. In fact, its thanks to being with you and Jamison and over time that Lucio realises this fact.

Holy sheet whew Im done. Yea I did elaborate a lot for Lucio’s issue because I wasn’t too sure how to put it fully into words. So pardon the word vomit lol im not sure if ppl get what I mean so uhh rip. Sorry. You can clarify with me if u wan to ask abt how I characterise Lucio hahaha.

#boombox x reader #overwatch x reader #ow x reader #lucio correia dos santos x reader #lucio x junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #how do u tag this #ah well who cares whelp

[katisblue]

ot7 prompt

So, Jungkook isn't entirely sure what has happened. Well, he knows three things:

something went very, very wrong during his vampire transformation.

He no longer has a sire

and 3. He is most definitely, absolutely, stuck in his bat form. Small.

and you could maybe throw a four in there, that Jungkook has absolutely no idea where or what he is, except for the intense and furrowing urge to be nurtured.

Flying is hella hard though. His little wings can barely keep him up and he's knocked into multiple trees and branches, and his entire body aches and Jungkook is just so, so tired. He lets out a quiet sound, something exhausted and desperate, and what do you know, badda bing, badda boom, he's flying snout first into something that is not a tree.

"Taehyung-ah, what do you have in your hands?!"

Jungkook can tell instantly that this old, very very old, very powerful vampire is not amused. However, the nestling that is holding him utterly beams, holding out his palms to present Jungkook to him. Jungkook, in turn, flutters his wings just a little for presentation. He doesn't want to look too eager.

(It turns out, he had flown directly into a chest of a fledgling in the forest. And whelp, he had not questioned when he had been smuggled into a pocket and taken back to their house.)

"Look, Hyung!" The nestling, Taehyung, chirps, eyes glowing, "Isn't he cute?!" In turn, tall vampire turns to glare at Taehyung's companion threatingly.

"Namjoon-ah, why the hell does our fledgling have a bat?"

Dimples vampire looks sheepish, mumbling something about getting distracted. Tall vampire sighs into his hands, shaking his head almost violently, and Jungkook lifts his cute little head just a little, to sniffle, make his eyes big.

It's then that more eyes pop up over tall vampires shoulders.

"Ooooo!" One of them coos, his mouth erupting into a heart, and then there's one with cherry red hair, squinting at him, and finally, a short vampire with cat-like eyes who slips around the tall vampire to observe him.

"He isn't... a nestling or anything, is he?" Namjoon asks nervously, and Jungkook lets out a little squeak when cat vampire presses a thumb softly just above his eyes. His brow furrows, just a little.

"No, there's no magic signature. Taehyung-ah has picked up a very normal, very much baby bat."

Tall vampire lets out a sound like he's being stabbed and Jungkook blinks at him.

"Okay, okay, take him back!"

"Hyung!" Taehyung whines, pouting, but tall vampire stays firm.

"Back! Take him back where you found him."

"I'll go with Namjoon-ah," Red vampire murmurs, and Jungkook is plucked delicately from Taehyung's hands, even when the young vampire starts to cry. Jungkook glances back as he's carried out the front door and his heart squeezes when he sees Taehyung's glossy eyes, hands reaching for him, but heart vampire has his arms around his waist and is murmuring something to him, soft and loving.

A brisk walk later and Jungkook is promptly stuck on a tree. He squeaks, tries to shuffle back into the cool hands, but the red vampire is taking them away, smiling at him sadly.

"Goodbye, little one. Be safe."

And then he's alone, Jungkook is alone again, and he- he doesn't- he-

Dawn is just threatening to peek over the hills as Jungkook finally manages to make it back to the house. It's taken all his strength, half-flying, half-crawling through the long grass, fighting his way back, but he's here, he's back, and he collapses on the deck with a squeak. Deflating like a pancake.

(Needless to say, cat vampire, who has come out to enjoy a cup of coffee alone is very surprised to find him there.)

But even more surprisingly is when the vampire sits down next to him, and Jungkook, slowly, pretending not to be doing so and not to care, slowly inches his way over the deck and into his lap. Soft fingers run down his little body as he nestles in.

"Well." Is all cat vampire says, and a few minutes later he's being cradled and carried inside, much to the squawking shock of tall vampire and the joyful cheers of Taehyung.

"It's definitely imprinted on us, Hyung," Cat vampire says with a sigh as Taehyung gently picks Jungkook from his hands, the tiny bat wriggling his way into the nestling's throat.

(What they don't realise though, is it isn't a bat on vampire imprint, haha, nooooo, it's in fact a nestling on nestling imprint, but hey, how would they know? And Jungkook, well... he's never had a home before, so he's content to play the part as a little pet, to pretend that he's a bat forever. Right...?)

MORE THOUGHTS: But Jungkook has to drink blood, right? And being in bat form makes that tricky - he can steal into a blood bag late at night, but having to hide the evidence in his small form is hard. So OF COURSE he falls very ill at one point and his hyungs don't know what to do... will he be revealed?! :0

#bts fanfction #bts ot7 au

[artofmxmourning]

Whelp, this is the post that’s probably gonna get me exiled from the community.

Ah well. Anyways. Simple dynamic chart for how I interpret the cast (at least in the main PT timeline). With tiny explanations for why it is the way it is.

Peppino and Gustavo: Boyfriends. They've been together for an extremely long time, spanning all the way back to their high school years. Gus has always been supportive of Pep, being there for him for some of the toughest moments in his life. Pep honestly doesn't know where he'd be without Gus. That's how much of a positive impact he's had on him. Peppino and Noise: You know the drill. Classic Tom and Jerry esque rivals who can almost never see eye to eye. All of this stemming from the early years of NTV, when Noise decided to go a little too far with one of his pranks. Pep being the unfortunate victim. The public were outraged at Noise's actions, causing NTV to lose funding for a short while. This lead Noise to despise Pep for not being able to take a joke, meanwhile Pep disliked Noise for how much he pushed his buttons. Thus began a rivalry that'll probably last til the end of time. Peppino and Enzo: Given the similar trauma they have regarding their family, Enzo is almost like a son to Pep. He's extremely overprotective of him, and if anyone DARE to even hurt him, they'd probably get yeeted into the fucking sun. Enzo cares for Pep as well, and cannot stand seeing him suffer in debt. Hence why he does all this sketchy work. To make money to help Pep pay off his debt. Pep is completely unaware, although that's probably for the better.

Enzo and Noise: Soooo...these two got an interesting situation going on. While you think Enzo would be picky with what kinda guys he likes given his work, the reality is that all he wants is someone that can make him happy. That can make him laugh. And Noise manages to fit that role perfectly. Although he knows Pep would ABSOLUTELY not have it. And is kinda stuck in a state of pining. Noise on the other hand, has NEVER actually caught feelings for anyone before, so this is a first to him. Now, I know you may be thinking "What about Noisette?" Well.... Noise and Noisette: Ok so, technically. These two are married. BUT, it was a marriage under a contract. Noise never had romantic interest in Noisette. Her father is extremely wealthy, and was the one to reignite NTV after it fell. However, due to his daughter's crush on Noise, he decided that as an extra add on, Noise would have to marry Noisette. Noise, being young, extremely stupid, and not really having anybody he found interest in at the time, agreed. He thought that maybe, eventually, he'd catch something for her. But that never happened. Now, he doesn't HATE her. He just doesn't feel the same way she does. Still, he doesn't want to break her heart. Not only will he hurt her feelings, but her he knows her father might kill him if he does. Not to mention his career will be down the drain again, but that's the least of his worries. Noisette and Vigilante: These two get along extremely well. They'll talk for HOURS on end and not get bored. And While Vigi isn't exactly the biggest fan of Noisette's cooking, he has offered to help her improve. (Vigi may or may not actually be a decent cook in my HC). He eventually caught feelings for her. Still has them, but since she's married to Noise, he feels that it's somewhat of a lost cause. (Spolier alert: It's not.)

Well that's that. Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta go confront the angry mob that's appeared on my doorstep. Bye.~

#pizza tower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #gustavo #oc #enzo #enzo romano #the noise #noisette #the vigilante #pepstavo #oc x canon #cheesecake #IDFK what to tag enzo and noise as lol

[unknown-lifeform]

Perhaps it's a bit much for a drabble, but... what if Genesis had been Shinra's celebrated success instead of Sephiroth?

This would need a whole 50k to explore it properly honestly, there are a dozen ways this could go and I had to narrow the focus on one specific scene or we would be here all week. Anyways how would this Genesis feel about doctors being shady about his health I wonder

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The chemical stench that permeated the Science Department burnt Genesis's nostrils. How he hated coming down to this dreadful place. Worst thing was, he was certain the average person had no awareness of it. It was only torture for Genesis. Some days he cursed the acuity of his senses.

But he needed Hollander. That problem with his back had returned. The itching on his back had been coming and going for years now, so intense Genesis had more than once made himself bleed trying to scratch it away. In itself horrible, but it was worsening. From itch it had become a burning above and below his skin. And now the spasms too, painful cramps that left him gritting his teeth around gasps of pain.

Every time, Hollander said he had fixed it, and every time it would come back in a matter of weeks, and every time he refused to tell Genesis what the problem was. The more years passed the more Genesis wondered how that man had become the head of the Department. Useless asshole. He repeated day and night that Genesis was his most prized specimen, and yet refused to take this issue seriously enough.

Other scientists got out of the way as Genesis marched towards Hollander's office. Good. There was a time they would feel entitled to tell Genesis what to do. All of them had calmed down once Genesis had realized he was, in fact, stronger than any of them, and too precious to Shinra to suffer any real consequence for his actions.

Ah, he still remembered the first time he had snapped and set a room on fire, the smoke finally suffocating the smell of disinfectant. The fear on Hollander's face had been priceless.

It was unfortunate that Genesis still needed Shinra himself. As a child, he had entertained the thought of one day destroying this whole place. But he couldn't. He knew Hollander had chipped him like an animal, that if Genesis strayed too far out of line that thing would take him down in no time.

A careful balance. Shinra couldn't afford to use the chip against him too often, because Genesis had to go out and lead the army for them. Genesis couldn't afford to be too destructive, if he didn't want to be humiliatingly brought to his knees. He had to satisfy himself with terrorizing the scientists.

The door to Hollander's office was open. Unusual. Genesis's furious strides slowed as he heard the second voice coming from within.

"-sideline me?"

Genesis's lip curled. Hojo. One of the few men more detestable than Hollander. Although arguably competent at his job. But the way he stared at Genesis as if Genesis was some kind of bug to be put under the microscope and nothing else made Genesis's blood boil.

He had never accepted Genesis being better than that whelp of his. Dear little Sephiroth, a good SOLDIER no doubt, but if he didn't have the skill to take Genesis's place. Nor the personality, really. Being a hero took much PR work, and Sephiroth looked like a deer in headlights whenever a camera turned his way.

"You should be used to that by now," Hollander was saying. "And it's clear you didn't make much progress so far, so I might as well take over him as well."

A slam, as if someone - Hojo, probably - had hit the desk with his hands. "We both know you deserve none of the credit. I've been keeping an eye on your failure since he enlisted, and he may be slightly above average but certainly not that good."

Genesis frowned, stopping before reaching the doorway. Who had enlisted? A failure? A failed what?

"Have you ever heard of control groups, Hojo? Of course he's not that impressive, I have not been working on him for the past sixteen years."

"No, it's because the mother was unremarkable. It it wasn't because you got lucky enough to find a woman with-"

"Are you going to keep this going forever? Your results were inferior, full stop. You can make all the excuses you want but I'm the one who runs things now, and I am telling you if you keep keeping Project S results from me I will remove you."

It wasn't the first time Genesis heard that term. Many projects within the Department had letter or code numbers. Through the years, Genesis had learnt that he was connected to something named Project G - the details of which escaped him. Hollander hadn't wanted him to know any of it.

Project S was one of Hojo's, clearly. Probably something to do with animal experimentation, that was the main focus of Hojo's work.

It also wasn't the first time Genesis had overheard those two arguing about some old dispute. Sixteen years, Hollander had said. He had been working on something for sixteen years.

Hollander had been in charge for sixteen years, Genesis knew. Genesis was also sixteen years old. More than once, he had wondered if the two things were somehow connected. Normally, Genesis would feel flattered that even as a newborn baby he would be important enough to influence such decisions.

However, the idea made him... queasy. It was true that Hollander had been buzzing around Genesis his whole life, but he had never said why. And Hollander did like to leave out important things.

"Do not dare," Hojo hissed.

"You can't tell me what to do."

Genesis put on his best bored face as Hojo walked out of the door. Hojo stopped, noticing him. His expression was full of fury.

"Did nobody teach you it's rude to eavesdrop?" he snapped.

"What makes you think I would be interested in what you and Hollander have to say?"

Without looking at him twice, Genesis walked past him and into Hollander's office.

"Genesis," Hollander said, sounding surprised.

Genesis slammed the door behind himself. "The usual problem, Hollander. My back is cramping now."

"Ah." Hollander straightened up. "I think we should take you to do an X-ray."

"An X-ray? For muscle cramps?"

"I am the doctor, not you."

"What is the problem," Genesis hissed.

Hollander's face tightened in frustrating and badly masked wariness. "Well, we should figure that out, shouldn't we? We do that X-ray."

Either this man was the worst doctor in the world, or he knew exactly what was wrong with Genesis and steadily refused to explain. And in any case, how would an X-ray help? Genesis wasn't here for a broken bone, those could fix themselves without having to subject himself to Hollander.

One day, one day Genesis would burn this whole place down.

#ff7 #my writing #ask #evil-robot-cat #thanks for the prompt #what if he had even more repressed anger

[no-gorms]

* post-successful spell break/Thanos defeat/etc, Tony has to be all “ah, so this charm offensive was a ploy all along then? Aha, whelp. I mean it worked, congratulations… uh thanks?” And Steve now has to either

Agree that this was a ploy and he would never attempted to woo Tony back without this motivation (technically true but not the whole story emotionally )

Say no I had no idea I just wanted you back (a lie but emotionally true) OR

Actually, like, use his words and try and convey how Steve felt he had no right to even think in Tony’s direction half the time but he does care and is so sorry and how he did this because of that care and how he still loves Tony and this was the only way he could allow himself to show it, by saving Tony’s life (true and sincere and perhaps outside the scope of Steve’s emotional IQ atm lol)

I assume he TRIES for #3 but ends up conveying #1 or #2 instead by accident before Tony tries stomping off. I dunno if Steve spits out the truth quick enough to stop Tony from leaving or if he has to put on his big boy pants and approach Tony later (thanks to the prodding of his dear friends) with heart in hand, for Tony to take or crush, to explain himself like he’s been avoiding for so many years

Or perhaps it goes a different way all together? Tony ends up saving himself and Steve is left standing there with flowers and a rented Brass Band to serenade Tony like, ah. well. good? good.

(Also, what are some of the ways Steve tries to woo Tony? And does his crew help him out? Do they know Thanos is the fiancé/who Thanos is or are they under the spell and are all, go get your guy Steve! Win back your husband! like rom-com supporting characters? Is Wanda doing WandaVision and is therefore busy/unaware or is this a ploy to keep Steve and co occupied so she can go do post WV bad things?)

* https://www.tumblr.com/no-gorms/721918559380520960/stony-sweet-home-alabama-au-so-like-make-it-post

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(following up on this)

I think it'd be funniest if Steve was alone in being aware of the rom com universe, like not even Wanda knows or cares what's going on, and the rest of their friends would try to help, but within the parameters of the fake reality so their helpfulness can get too intense and cheerful that gives Steve a headache even if their energy can be inspiring as well?

Like by the rules of the universe (and the rules that Steve has cast upon himself) he can indulge in everything he's thought about in passing about but never done in the real world because they're also kind of creepy, so maybe like:

Dropping sketches he's made on napkins and post-its, depicting happy memories of their past when they were together, where Tony can "stumble" upon them;

Sabotaging THANOS by like, slashing his tires and/or ruining his dry cleaning and/or giving his PA (the Maw in a suit) the wrong info so he misses a date with Tony, which allows Steve to "coincidentally" swoop in at the same restaurant like hey, how about that;

When they're walking together in a park or something Steve falls into the lake like haha, oh look he forgot to wear an undershirt and his cotton thing is all see-through now, isn't that funny.....

HUGE romantic gesture like he sends Tony on a merry scavenger hunt that ends overlooking some huge public place where Steve has painted a mural with words that Declare His Feelings and just as Tony arrives (thanks to the others helping out) there's the brass brand and a choir and and fireworks ad nauseam

So like, although all these things may have worked within the rom com universe, but once the spell is broken (I kinda like your suggestion that Tony saves himself) Tony shakes himself off and is like... Rogers, haha that was actually really over-the-top, good thing that was just Wanda's reality warping your brain like -- wait, what? You were conscious the whole time and did that of your own free will? And Tony does a massive side-eye while Steve's stomach sinks like, oh.....

#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #superhusbands for ts

[occult-roommates]

Airport interlude

Around a month later, Akva finally had some time to take a few days aside and go to Del Sol Valley visit Paisley and her family. And then some of her friends showed up at the airport with her to have conversations I really wanted to write but had nowhere else to put idc this ain’t a professionally written novel I do what I want.

Akva: Thanks for coming with me guys! Bye everyone! Dawud: Ciao. Rudi: Welcome, that was a nice walk. Now I gotta go home, it’s the Eurovision tonight and I don’t wanna miss my country humiliating itself yet again. Daniele: Rud, it’s like 8 am, I know Europe is a few hours before us, but I think you’re overestimating it a bit. Rudi: I wanna be ready. Oh and by the way, I’m rooting for your country. Daniele: Aw, thanks. Dawud: No idea what you guys are talking about, but I know a few German songs cause you know, I took German classes in high school. Like Rock me Amadeus or 99 Luftballons.   Rudi: Literally everyone knows 99 Luftballons.  Daniele: To be fair, I don’t think I know any other songs in German but that one, so kudos to you Dav. Rudi: You dont- You don’t even know Rammstein? Like...Rammstein! They’re famous as fuck and they’re icons from my dad’s hometown. He even brought me to one of their concert when I was 10 which...In hindsight he 100% should not have but you get my point. To be fair, I don’t think my dad really knew what he was getting himself into, we had been invited by his best friend. Daniele: Eh, I know them by name, but it’s not really my type of music so I don’t think I know any of their songs.

It was now Dawud’s turn to leave the conversation, as his mechanic lessons were just about to start. Hopefully that day, he was not going to injure his hand. Whelp, now Rudi and Daniele had no reason to stay at the airport, so they just left the scene too.

Daniele: By the way, the other day, don’t remember why, I tried looking at all of the burger joints in the city, and did not see the restaurant you work at. Why? Rudi: Because I don’t work at a burger joint?? I work at a Filipino restaurant??? Daniele: Oh...I just thought...Ok you’re gonna make fun of me but it’s because the place is called Bob’s House and I don’t know, that has strong burger joint energy. Rudi: It’s because their logo is a pineapple, duh...No that’s not a joke, the name was their daughter’s idea and she was like, 5 years old back then. She told me personally while we were smoking weed together behind the art museum. Daniele: I don’t get the joke? Rudi: Ok, I can believe you don’t know Rammstein but...Spongebob??? How the fuck do you not know Spongebob??? Daniele: I did not made the connection alright, calm down. Rudi: Wait, I just realized, but the daughter, her name is Marisa by the way, she’s a mermaid...Well, obviously the entire family are merfolks, but she’s also the same age as Akva, give or take a year or two. And like, she’s bi. I know it cause one time I was talking about wanting a tattoo and she showed me hers, and it’s a heart shaped bi pride flag...Do you see where I’m getting at? Probably not, but I’m still asking just in case. Daniele: Matchmake her with Akva? Rudi: How the fuck did you guess on the first try? But yes, that’s my plan. I think they’d be cute together. Daniele: I think they need to have more in common than just being mermaid. Like, I don’t think Akva would be the type to date someone who smokes weed. Rudi: Ah, come on. Akva’s been through a lot, she deserves a nice girlfriend. Daniele: Please, first you wanted ruin Dawud’s relationship with Matteo, which I get you wanted to do that for me but still, now this? You’re aroace Rudi, stop trying to interve in people’s love life you clearly don’t know what you’re talking about. Rudi: Um fuck you, and I’m no longer rooting for Italy, my vote is going to Finland now!

Rudi did not care, as soon as Akva came back from California, they were gonna try to make her and Marisa meet. They would be so cute together, or at least that’s what the werewolf thought.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #occult roommates #akva singh #rudi marron #daniele rossini #dawud sahan #OcRo s2 #long post

[palaceofpassion]

After several days Spike wakes up in Ember's care where they proceed to question each other. And Spike breaks down as he fears never seeing his sister, his mom, his aunt, and his new friends especially Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Those tear at his heart the hardest but he doesn't quite know why.

When Spike woke up, he expected to be face down in the dirt. What he didn't expect, was to be pulled into a cave, and currently lying on a grass bedding, with another individual in the room with him.

"Wha... where am I?"

"Ah, the whelpling is awake."

His head swiveled to the side, finally coming to a stop as he noted the girl, no woman with him. A blush began to creep through his face as he noted her skin tight outfit. Even when compared to the Ponies' he'd been with before. Though she wasn't as gifted as some of the girls he knew, there was an air of danger around him that he couldn't help but find alluring, and the way she held herself high, with her skin tight clothes which could only be described as a v suit spandex with no leggings or arms was... interesting.

But that wasn't all, no what he realized immediately was. "You're a dragon..."

Instinctively he could sense it, though the horns atop her head and the wings she expanded with were clear indicators of such things.

He felt a brief moment of heavy shock ride over him, the wave crashing as she gave him the strangest of looks.

"As are you whelp... though... what one such as yourself is doing so far away from the Dragonlands is far beyond me."

He could tell that she was... regal, to say the least, in the way she spoke and the way she carried herself.

"The what now?"

Though Spike knew much about Equestria, he wasn't as proficient on the lands afar.

Though the way she turned her attention to him, catching him by surprised, was clear that she wasn't aware of that.

"You don't know what the Dragon Lands are? Where are you from?"

Ember was intrigued, she could tell that he was a dragon, that he was some kind of kin to her... but he was different. He had a smoother exterior to him. Where most dragons had a sharp edge, he... was like a welcoming blanket. His aura of terror was warmerr than she would have expected of one from her line... or any dragon really.

"I'm... I'm from Equestria... I've never been out of Equestria..."

"Do you not know who your parents are?" She focused her thoughts, watching his moves to confirm if he was lying or telling the truth.

"No. I well, not my birth parents, I never met them."

She tapped her chin, it was starting to become clear, she was getting an understanding that yes, they were related.

"Your young... I suppose it's possible... but that couldn't be..."

"Excuse me..." He interjected.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for helping me."

Now that was perplexing... an unusual word of thanks, for one of her kind.

"You need not thank me... it is unusual for a dragon to do so... but you aren't like any dragon I've met. You say you are from Equestria, but isn't that the land of frilly ponies?"

"Oh uhm yeah! It's uh, where I was born and raised... I was hatched through magic."

"Magic?" Normally it would take a mother's breath to hatch the egg... meaning he could have been left sterile for years... "No..."

He looked the age, though perhaps younger, but her father had made mention of a second egg... and her mother... "What is your name?"

"Spike?"

"Like a dog?"

"No! Like my spikes!"

"Right, forgive me. My name is Ember... I've been on a journey, a sort of search for who I am. I've moved from the Dragon Lands, till the time for my return upon the search for the throne..."

Spike took in what she meant, only to tak ea few seconds to realize she was in fact royalty.

"Spike... may I try something?"

"Uhm... alright?"

She took a step closer to him, her fingers reaching out and grasping his hand between her own. He was cold, colder than any dragon should be. A pulse of flames erupted from her hand, which the young drake did not flinch to.

His own fire, a calming green began to reach back out, intertwining from her own. She could feel a pulse, a reaction.

She could see, everything he went through, from the start to finish. She did all she could in her power to not gnash her teeth at the unsightly treatment before her.

She could feel his emotions feel... what he came across... Ember herself was far more empathetic than any other Dragon. A trait pulled from her mother whom she'd never known. A dragon which had owed a debt to a pony long aged... perhaps... that's why she felt a closer kinship... or perhaps... it was because she could feel her own spirit mixed with him.

He was truly her kin, and he had suffered a lot.

Spike himself could feel her raging emotions, anger on his behalf, fear for him, and... other things he couldn't comprehend. Yet, his own thoughts were stirred from his past. And he started to feel his heart ache.

Before he knew, it Ember had pulled him into a tight embrace, his face trapped plainly before her bosom.

"Younger brother, I promise I won't let harm fall on you again..."

Spike felt everything go, the tightness he held, and the strength he'd been looking for.

He let himself go, feeling comfortable in her hold, he'd never felt something like this before. Only Twilight, with whom he shared a bond with, and Celestia who'd raised him as his own child had ever elicited such a response.

Spike remembered the fear in his friends, the looks that they gave, and Pinkie and Rarity.

And Ember held him closer as he cried.

Though Ember was a dragon, to Dragons their direct kin, their clutch, were the most important in the world. It wasn't unusual for tighter emotions, and for them to continue their lives together for all their lifespan.

She'd been born alone, an unusual thing, but now she'd found him. Her younger brother. She would be unwilling to let him go.

#h!ember #h!spike #mlphumanau

[rp-meme-central]

The Property of Hate - Chapter 13: Hoofers - sentence starters

1. “Now what kind of example is that to be setting your ______?”

2. “Who cares?! I’m not a hero! I’m a monster!”

3. “And that’s quite enough out of you, young ______! Or would you prefer to go without? Hm?”

4. “It’s the gates! The gates! Like where we came in!”

5. “But… why is everyone moving away from the gates?”

6. “You’re the worst.”

7. “You have already had our answer! No! It will always be no!”

8. “Coward! You cannot simply make us disappear! We are a part of this world!”

9. “Whelp. That went about as well as we expected it to.”

10. “No. This isn’t how I died.”

11. “Hey. Didn’t you used to dance?”

12. “I distinctly recall telling you not to dream in my vicinity!”

13. “DO YOU MIND?! Why does this repeatedly…? Do I look like I’m made of eiderdown?”

14. “Now then, are you watching closely? I spin once and… gone! How’s that for a disappearing act?”

15. “Ah! There you are, in a fashionably late fashion. Are you ready to hoof it?”

#rp memes #sentence starters #The Property of Hate #tpoh

[a-series-of-whumpy-events]

Summer of Whump prompt fill two out of four! This one was also very well-received when I first posted it, so I’m excited to have it back!

Warnings: manhandling, force-feeding

Taglist: @rat-father @whump-it @whump-me-all-night-long @tears-and-lilies @cupcakes-and-pain @hearse-song @sola-whumping @caspia-writes @cursedandtired @oswaldinator3000

Summer of Whump- Thrall: Force-Feeding

Devin leaned forward and rubbed his fingers together, making a rough rustling sound. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” he whispered.

One of the cats, gray with a torn ear, trotted towards him, arching its back and rubbing up against his hand. Devin chuckled, stroking the cat’s furry head. “Sure, and you just want food, don’t you?” He held out the chunk of bread Ilka had given him. “Sorry, this is all I have.”

The cat sniffed delicately at the bread, then abruptly bolted, vanishing into the shadows. Devin frowned. What scared you off, then?

Someone grabbed the neckline of his tunic. The bread fell from his hand as the assailant pulled him up and slammed him against the longhouse wall. Devin’s chest tightened with an abrupt fear.

There were two of them, and neither one was Mikkel. He didn’t recognize either of them. Where had they come from, and what did they even want with him?

A low laugh in the twilight, and then Mikkel moved into the feeble glow of the torches. The strangers released Devin, letting him fall. His heart pounded in his chest. The two other Vikings stepped to the sides, surrounding Devin.

“Thank you, friends,” Mikkel said to the two strangers, his predatory grin matching theirs. He locked eyes with Devin, chuckling lightly. “You needn’t look so frightened, boy. I’m not going to hurt you.” He stepped forward again, the toe of his boot hitting the chunk of bread. He bent down to pick it up, and a quizzical look replaced his smirk. “What’s this? Bread? Ah, I see. This is yours.”

Mikkel came closer then, too close. Devin’s back pressed against the longhouse wall, and Mikkel’s friends guarded each side. There was nowhere to run, if he even dared try it.

Mikkel rolled his eyes. “For Thor’s sake, boy, stop cowering like that. You look like a cornered rabbit.” He held out the bread. “I’m not going to take it away from you. Here.”

What is he doing? This had to be a trap of some kind, but for the life of him Devin couldn’t think of what game Mikkel could possibly be playing. Alarm bells clanged furiously in his head, but he didn’t know why.

Cautiously, he stepped forward, closer to Mikkel, keeping his eyes down. If this wasn’t a trick, then it had to go right. Devin knew Mikkel- he was volatile, and the smallest thing could set him off. He could not risk making Mikkel angry, not now.

“Here,” Mikkel said again. “You can have it.”

Devin took another careful step, close enough now that he could have touched Mikkel. Slowly, he reached for the bread.

“I’ll even help you finish it,” Mikkel added.

Before Devin could even register the words, Mikkel lunged, knocking him back against the longhouse wall. The two others grabbed him, pinning him to the wall.

Mikkel’s hand curled around the back of Devin’s head, holding him still. The young Viking’s eyes glittered darkly as he held the chunk of bread next to Devin’s face. “Eat, boy. Come on, eat. Scrawny little whelp, I know you want it.”

Devin struggled, but held in the grip of three men who were quite a bit stronger than him, he didn’t have much of a chance.

Mikkel’s hand moved to his jaw. Devin fought him, trying to turn his head away. “Stop,” he managed to say, “stop it.”

Mikkel was laughing. And it wasn’t even his usual mocking laughter. It was just laughing, as if someone had told him a joke he found particularly funny.

He forced Devin’s mouth open and shoved the bread between his teeth. Devin choked, his hands flying up instinctively to push Mikkel back. But Mikkel was stronger than he was, and Devin could do nothing against him. He still tried, panicked, barely able to breathe. Mikkel pushed the bread further into his mouth, cutting off his air. Devin thrashed in the Viking’s grip, trying desperately to free himself.

And finally, he pushed Mikkel’s hands away. The other two Vikings let him fall again. Devin crumpled to the ground, coughing, his breaths panicked as if his lungs weren’t sure they could breathe again. His eyes watered, tears streaming down his face.

Mikkel was still laughing.

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#piper writes whump #whump #historical whump #whump writing #viking whump #manhandling #manhandling tw #force-feeding #force-feeding tw #devin o’ceallaigh #mikkel haldorsson #thrall

[arcstral]

[ Archanea ] - An old minuet originating from the Kingdom of Archanea, a true classic that has stood the test of time. Due to its difficulty, successfully executing the dance is an achievement in and of itself.

It was deemed in that way implicating ignorance to patriotic histories whereupon there once flew liberated banners of a myriad of self-wrought nations, liberated by one's own sanguine glove ; to deem it merely Archanea's splendor of footwork is to forget blood in yellowing annals of history ―― that which stained faded pages in the wake of a war-enduring scholar's fall. To deem it merely of Archanea was to forget what came before ―― to forget wetland Altea, iron-forging Macedon, Sable-Guarded Grust.

It was to acknowledge ( arrogantly ) one king over the many fallen. ( Ah, but who was he to mourn this ignorance, father-murderer ? Tainted by the garnet ichor of regicide. )

"Altean," Whelp, dog ―― derogatory epithets eternally bound to his tongue, never loosed upon his foe-ally. "Archanean," There was, in one's continental patriotism ( for which there blossomed no love in his heart ) an acknowledgment: that he, too, was by technicalities Archanean. But not wholly as azure incarnate before him, for before him was King Archanea ( that swine-bred lot to forsake proud Macedon ―― not that azure was a puppet to fate then. )

"King Archanea," A hand is offered, but not in truce ―― he could not permit that which was so sought after so soon. Not to the man before him. "It would befit your golden crown that you knew this one. Entertain me."

𝕸ɪᴄʜᴀʟɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰɪʀᴇ !

The press of his lips join together at imposing footsteps, yet before the suggestive slivers of a frown can fully take root it cedes to a smile. Almost as if the fiery Macedonian before him were a presence he expected to see, or wanted to see. That they would cross paths on this night at least is a fact that reigns with certainty; even if Michalis failed to make his greetings, Marth would have sought for him, instead. Such would be his nature- the welcoming overtures he extends in the name of friendship, and particularly, even, for this largely uncertain one.

The treatment he offered for his former enemy had long since lost its hard edge, if it ever existed at all. In its place fledged a kindly nod of agreement, hand slipping into the equally firm specimen before him. Having danced with a number of court ladies, the tough callouses of a wyvern-knight were less acquainted but still familiar. Only a hair shy of the feeling of his own.

"Lord Michalis, of course. I would be pleased to do so. You need only follow my lead." Infinitely pleased at that, one could say that the Hero-King's sunny smile never wavers; a humorous inverse to the stoic expression worn by his partner. Like the grand banner unfurled of an opening ceremony or a parade, the vine cord on his neck flowers with flame now into a true garland. A discovery he pays no mind.

Taking position in their row of dancers opposite one another, the first strings of the minuet curl waists and bend knees, leading next into a complicated medley of steps which Marth is certain to enunciate with his movements. Preceding every complicated maneuver with a careful glance, between the breaths and minute pauses is the window of opportunity to converse.

"Altea and Archanea have been stalwart allies since the dawn of my kingdom—" Step in- step out- bow and turn. Rinse and repeat. "—though it has been a considerable while since I last danced this routine, my body still remembers the steps from childhood."

Another whir and turn arrives, pivoting them around with their joined palms as the axis, and to Marth's surprise, the very final one. Now standing before the taller man to a distinct lack of song, he straightens with his arms falling to his sides. "You said it would befit me to know the dance of the Archanean kingdom. This is true, Michalis, but I wish to learn others as well—or rather, now I must." For a smile that never wanes, it waxes now with a faint note of hope. "Next time, perhaps you can teach me the Macedonian court dance."

#◜ ╰ ♕ ◦ › royal mandate ‹ ASKBOX. ◞ #reverenceofmacedon #toaball2023 #hello my frenemy (soft smile) #michalis who is not only fire but also marth's final flower #similar to how he's the last human enemy that stands between marth and medeus #poetic..

[sadfruittheatre]

An Appeal to Pathos

Mirin approached the little shack that was surrounded by far too many flowers. It was a clearly well tended eyesore, and it was a shame that once Mirin was done, there would be no one to tend to it anymore... at least, it would be a shame for someone who cared. But that was a thought for another day. Today, he had other plans. Mainly, establishing an alibi. His true race being discovered so quickly was not something he'd prepared for, but he could easily work around that.

             He knocked on the door and was soon greeted by that spineless little whelp Coulie called a husband.

             "Oh! M-Mirin, hello! After everything that happened the other day, I... I didn't think you'd want to come by here..." he stammered in a voice so soft and irritating that Mirin wanted to snap his neck then and there. But again, that was for another day. Today, he gave a gentle smile that had become his well-practiced persona's trademark.

             "I admit, things were a bit of a mess, but I assure you, there are no hard feelings! In fact," he paused for effect, "I was hoping I could talk to Coulie and perhaps... clear some things up. Is she home?" The little purple thing nodded.

             "Come in, a-and make yourself at home! I'll go get her!" He exclaimed before scrambling through the shack and out the back door. Mirin didn't have to wait long before the other demon came rushing back inside, her pet oddly not in tow.

             "Mirin!" she greeted him, sounding out of breath. She was clearly nervous. He held back the urge to laugh. "What are you doing here?"

             "I just wanted to talk to you about... the other day," he explained. He paused, glancing over at the back door. "Is... He not coming back?"

             "No, there was an emergency with some of the plants," she replied. "He's going to be taking care of that for awhile." Ah, a distraction to protect her little tumor of a husband. She really had gone soft, for her to wear such a weakness so openly...

             "Oh, that's a shame," Mirin sighed. "...But perhaps, it's for the best."

             "Why?" she asked, squinting at him suspiciously. "...So help me, if you even think about laying a hand on him--"

             "Goodness, no! I haven't come here to hurt anyone!" Yet. "Everyone keeps ascribing such horrible motives to me!" he protested. "I merely want to talk."

             "Then say what you want to say and leave," she warned. There was a slight fear in her voice that betrayed her bravado. He doubted she was even aware of it. Either way, it was cute how hard she was trying. Mirin raised his hands defensively.

             "Look, I understand you have no reason to trust me. For all you know, I'm obviously a demon and lying about it! And since when are demons up to any good? ...Besides you, of course--" The jab was too much to resist. He laughed it off as a playful joke to hide his disgust in the utter waste standing before him. "...But please, I want you to hear me out."

             "...Get to the point," she hissed.

             "Right, right... Well, you see... You're not wrong. I am a demon." He saw a look of recognition, then vindication, then anger flash across her face all in a single moment as the gears in her head finally began to turn.

             "So, I'm right. What do you have to gain by telling me this?" Mirin smiled that well-practiced smile.

             "Hopefully, some understanding. You see, I'm a low class demon. As you're probably aware, being a low class demon isn't exactly a good life to live. I've lived in poverty and constant danger, having to fight day to day just to survive, just to exist... I decided, 'Why should I have to keep living like this?' So, I stopped being a demon and became a Kai." He shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly. This much was true, at least. How much else would be, it was hard to say... "It was rather easy to do, given that the universe I now call my home is something of a... dumpster fire, to use a Universe 7 expression. The Supreme Kai certainly didn't bother to do any background check of sorts. It's not the best life, but it's a step up from where I was... Which I'm sure you can understand, joining Lady Towa."

             He delighted in seeing her flinch at the mention of her former master's name.

             "...What do you plan to do now?" she asked, disappointingly ignoring his final statement. But, what else could be expected from such a disappointment?

             "Do as I've said! Improve Universe 9! Make it more than just a single step above the worst parts of the demon realm!" Mirin lowered his head, putting on his most regretful air. "I know I'm hardly the first demon to try something like this to better their position in life, but what do I gain from flying too close to the sun? To die having never known peace? To live the rest of my days rotting as a prisoner in a Time Patrol cell? Perhaps my methods weren't the most... honest, but I just want to put my dark past behind me and live in peace. Isn't that what you want, too?" She hesitated to respond, but it was all he needed to know what she was thinking.

             "...What do you expect me to do with this information?"

             "Preferably keep it secret. After what happened the other day, for it to come out that I actually have been lying about my identity this whole time would be such a betrayal to so many people..." He looked into her eyes. It was obvious she didn't quite believe him, but she looked to be considering his proposal anyway.

             "...I'll keep it a secret," she said sternly, the fear in her voice gone. "On one condition."

             "Oh?" Mirin raised his eyebrows. A counter offer? This could be fun...

             "Don't you dare lay a hand on Aneas. If I find out that even a single hair on his head is out of place, I'll..." He laughed.

             "An easy condition! I've no intention of harming him!" Yet. "As I've said, I just want to live in peace. That being said, I do hope you keep your end of the bargain as well."

             "So long as you keep yours, we have a deal," she replied, sticking out her hand. Mirin smiled a more genuine smile and shook her hand.

             "We have a deal, then!"

#writing #aneas #narrative #tw: SO MANY MEAN FUCKING WORDS ABOUT ANEAS HONEY I'M SO SORRY

[ofourmaker]

Martha heard the telephone ring, but when she lifted it from the hook, the little black phone writhed and twisted like a black ferret, and vibrated with a resonant, whining snarl; she flung the phone down on the counter.

She went to the sink to dash some cold water on her face, but when she turned on the tap the faucet shook, and vomited out steaming black sludge.

After this second fright, she ran to leave the house: but when she reached for the door-knob, the metal unzipped into toothed jaws which barked fiercely at her.

With a sad moan, she fled to the couch, and wrapped herself in a blanket.

Some moments later, she was startled when the door opened, and her husband stepped in with a crackle of some strange energy.

“Ah, good,” he said, clearly relieved to see her.

“Oh, Dear,” she said (saying two things at once), “what has been happening? It was horrid…”

“Yes, well, there was a certain demonic beast whelp who had just cast a curse that anything electrically conductive you touched would soon shock and kill you. I’ve just taken care of the little devil,” (he brushed a bit of ashes from his coat) “but I had our gremlin, Skinley, keep you from touching anything conductive meanwhile.”

Skinley stepped out from behind a table-leg: his membranous wings drooped, as well as the hooked nose and elephant grey skin of his face. The tip of his wand was still red hot. Martha knitted her brows.

“Couldn’t he have just told me?”

“You would have died from the curse then; it was a cunning whelp,” her husband said.

“Oh.”

She couldn’t bear Skinley’s big, sad eyes any longer, and beckoned him to receive a hug and be comforted. In the process she received a burn from his still hot wand on her cheek.

“Ow! Careful with that, buddy,” she said. “And thank you for saving my life, little friend.”

2023/01/12 #DailyWrittenOOM

[dumb-admins]

🧡Your story’s not over just yet 💜

Light x Lindsay ( platonic non-romantic )

( this is before light and Lindsay met ash Sara and kanako)

Fluff and angst- comfort post

Warnings⚠️ - small mention of abuse and suicide

Lindsay pov-

Whelp that it no one should be come into the library anymore. Hmmm weres light? Just then I hear sniffling. “Hello is anyone still here?” “Ah l-Lindsay I-I di-didn’t see you!” I saw light he was crying. “Light what’s wrong. You can tell me if something’s wrong” light look away with a feeling of embarrassment “light please I know something is wrong you can’t hide anything from me” “that’s true” even if light tryed to hide something I know something wrong. “Soooo tell me what matter?”

Light pov-

Lindsay look at me waiting for me to say something, I look down. “Well thing have been tough I got kick out of my home my aunt die my sister keeps asking for money when I barley have enough to keep me alive my roommate doesn’t do anything And finals and coming up I kind think I just should stop and end-” I got cut off by Lindsay “excuses me the hell you going to do not under my watch” I look up and her stands “but everything been so much and I’m sorry for bothering you-”

Lindsay pov-

“NO NO No don’t give me that light I don’t care what happening I will always make time for you and I know it hared but I can tell you I didn’t have the best life…” light look at me shocked I never told he anything about my family. “ i have had a total of 4 mothers and 6 brothers being the youngest and only girl I was “fragile” I had so many things to do not to mention my 4th mom wasn’t fond of me and would lock me in a closet for hours at a time just for doing something wrong….” I look over a light “I’m sorry but that not what I want to say, things may look wrong now but they can get better sure we don’t know when but your story isn’t over so you have to keep going and eventually we get to the climax and the falling action and who says we need a resolution!”

Lights pov-

I look up practically sparkles in my eyes hearing Lindsay till “Lindsay your needed in the principals office” I see Lindsay turn “sorry light I have to go your in charge of the library till I get back” then she was gone I got up and smiled finishing putting the book back as I whisper “my story’s not over.”

- Admin J

#oc stuff #@keep pretending you love me #oc #ocs #angst #comfort

[arlenianchronicles]

Whelp I’m back into the kidnap fam stuff again loll How, you ask? Well, after thinking about my bodyguard OCs and Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice, I got sucked into my favourite master/servant dynamic, and I ended up making a bodyguard AU for these four!

I went on a ramble with this, so feel free to keep reading if you want to know more about this AU that I’m still developing ^^;;;

Behold! Prince Elrond of the Sindar stands with Maedros, his fierce and tall personal guard. I’ll be doing a separate piece for Maglor and Elros, mostly because I've included these bonus sketches! This AU kinda calls for an overhaul on the Silm because I’ve given it a more medieval vibe. And also since some/most events would have to be changed, and the Fëanorians would have a somewhat subservient behaviour around the twins.

But for now, my thought process is that the Fëanorians become the personal bodyguards of the Princes Elrond and Elros. Maedros takes to staying near Elrond more; Elrond is a gentle soul, compassionate and sweet ... Essentially the opposite of Maedros in that his guard is fierce and strong, perhaps a bit like cold stone on the outside, but with a fire in his heart. He sees it as his duty to be Elrond’s iron shield, you could say XDD cuz yknow elrond doesn’t have a physical shield yet, nor a metaphorical one for his heart cuz he’s quite open and honest and maedros wants to protect him and

Now, about their designs, I always wanted to give Maedros some armour for this AU, but lemme tell you, I can’t draw armour to save my life lmaoo So I had to go on Pinterest! I kinda wish I’d made him a bit bulkier, but ah well XDD And I don’t think he needs to wear his armour all the time, especially since the twins are kept safe in the Fëanorians’ fortress, but his thought process is that you can never be too careful. Who knows, maybe there’ll be an assassination attempt on his charge! And I’m sure he’s strong enough to wear as much armour as he wants; this is nothing to him loll

Elrond is wearing Sindarin garments, as usual. I really want to talk about his crown here – it’s a mix of Sindarin and Noldorin styles. I used the crown concepts of my Midnight Elves for the Sindar: members of the royal family wear flower crowns (with natural flowers, branches, leaves etc.), though for the Silm, I headcanon that this tradition was inspired by Melian. So maybe there was an attack on Doriath (not a Kinslaying though loll), and the twins’ original crowns were destroyed. After the Fëanorians took them to their fortress, they had new crowns crafted for them in the shape of their originals, but cast in metal and studded with gems as per Noldorin tradition.

#boy i'm really indulging in this fave trope of mine hahahaa #ahahahahaa #MUAAHAHAA #sorry i got carried away there #art #my art #tolkien #silmarillion #fanart #silmarillion fanart #maedhros #elrond #feanorians #bodyguard!au #i'm not fully happy with the shape of elrond's crown tbh #like you can see in the concept sketch that it curls around his head #but the frontal face perspective threw me off #siiigh ah well i guess #i like how the flowers/leaves turned out tho XDD #and also i imagine that maedros is looking at an approaching subject #mebbe the audience or someone who seems suspicious #and he's like hmmmm i no trust #but elrond puts his hand on maedros' and is like #no need to be suspicious all the time loyal one #let's see what they have to say

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

Hi, uhm I had an idea or prompt for a fic: Natalie (or Leo being the token gen-z) reading fanfic to the team that’s about them. I also love your fics and yeah.

Thank you so much!! So I did this fast, but it was so fun and hilarious to write. Hope you like it!

Character belong to the amazing @lumosinlove!

“So! Now that it’s just us adults, I am going to share with y’all some things an old friend sent to me.” Leo announced to the team, who were gathered in the Cubs apartment for a movie night.

“Old friend,” Finn scoffed, “Old as in from middle school? You’re not that old, Nutty. And you’re hardly an adult.”

Everyone laughed at that, Leo trying to speak above them, “Hey, hey, now, be nice or you won’t get to hear. He’s very into, um, writing, and reads a lot, and came across these and had to scar me by sending them to me without context, so I shall do the same to you. But before I start, has anyone ever heard of fanfics?”

“Leo whatever your middle name is Knut!” Natalie gasped. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I unfortunately did stumble upon, well, Damion did, but yeah. I didn’t get very far. I just thought I’d read a few of the summaries. So y’all are aware.”

“Is this like when someone rewrites the ending of a show or something?” Sirius asked.

“Oh, baby, no.” Remus hid his face in Sirius’ shoulder. “To clarify!” Remus held up a hand, “I haven’t read any, but I don’t live under a rock. This ought to be good. Please, do continue, Knut.”

“The first one he sent me was… let’s see… Ah, yes. The description goes: So apparently the hot guy on the bench has a name, and he’s been banging THE Captain Sirius Black this whole time. So here’s how I imagine that when down. And how he goes down on that hot piece of ass, one Remus Lupin.” Leo barely made it through the last sentence before breaking out into laughter, the team following suit. Remus blushed and again buried his face in Sirius’ shoulder and groaned.

“We do NOT need to discuss how that happened. Like, at all.” Remus mumbled into Sirius’ shirt, who was also blushing.

“Well,” Dumo cut in, “It would be wrong anyway. It all started on a stormy night with a dinner invitation…” Dumo trailed off, waving his hand dramatically. They had all heard the story by now.

Leo cleared his throat. “Moving on! We have, a personal favorite of mine entitled Harvard Times. Summary is: Finn and Logan went to Harvard together and both got drafted to the Lions together. Is it because they’re madly in love after meeting in chemistry class a becoming, cough cough, study partners? A late night in the library gets steamy in between the stacks.”

“Care to, maybe, read a bit of that one to us, Nut? Later?” Finn raised an eyebrow, smirking.

“We didn’t even have chemistry together.” Logan grumbled as the team laughed and wolf whistled at Finn’s antics.

“Uh…” Leo blushed, “Yeah, maybe. I mean, it’s actually not bad, lots of lead up, and-”

“WAIT!” Natalie yelled, silencing the room, “Did you READ that one?”

“I mean… a little? Hey! Their my boyfriends, it was hot! They-”

“We don’t need any more information than that, thanks.” Talker interjected. “Anything else you’d like to share?

“Yeah, and this one I find most funny, because of how random. Here’s my ode to my two favorite Lions, Thomas Walker,” Leo pointedly looked at him, “And Kasey Winter. Water, as I called them, because they are essential to life. Shameless locker room steamy shower smut. Please Enjoy.”

“Whelp, I was fine before this involved me. Sorry to steal your man, Nat.” Thomas laughed it off.

“I am now terrified of what else could be out there.” Kasey said, whipping out his phone.

“Whatcha doin’ there, hun?” Natalie asked.

“Nothing.” He responded, shielding his phone away from her.

“On another note, I think it’s time everyone leaves.” Finn said before the conversation could drift to another topic, staring down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Did you find it?” Logan asked, looking up from his phone to look over at Finn.

“Oh yeah. It does not disappoint.”

“And that’s our cue.” Remus said, standing up.

Everyone started to get up when Kasey announced, “Hold up! There’s so many! Sirius and baby rookie Nut. The goalies. Dumo and Logan?” Kasey made a retching sound. “Alright, I’m done. I regret knowing.”

“Now you, too, can suffer. I definitely chewed Dame out for sending me these.”

“Thank him for me, though.” Finn said. “This gives me so many ideas.” He muttered to himself.

“Bedroom. Now.” Logan stated as he got up and walked off.

As everyone filed out, laughing about how the evening had progressed, Sirius spoke up.

“Remember, morning practice tomorrow so don’t stay up too late reading, yeah?”

“Oh, the time for reading is over, Cap.” Finn smirked and walked to the bedroom.

“Be safe!” Dumo shouted from down the hall. “That goes for everyone.” He pointedly looked at Sirius and Remus.

Remus held his hands up in surrender, “I was just planning a night of reading an actual book.”

“Uh huh.” Dumo headed for the stairs.

“How come no one ever believes me?”

“Maybe because Cap always had that smirk on. And how he’s always undressing you with his eyes.” Kasey pointed out.

Sirius gave an indignant whine as they all headed out and home for the night.

#sweater weather lumosinlove #coops #oknutzy #dumo #Pascal dumias #kasey winter #natalie darcy #Leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #hotguyonthebench #coast to coast lumosinlove

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Crystalline Moonlight for the made-up fic title

I'm so behiiiiind anyway scrambled to get this done before midnight. Troll dads are on a date!

Oh what a grand night klokaran had decided to grace them with upon this very eve! Winding it’s way through the trees bramla carries the barest hint of winter chill speaks neither of words nor visitors impending and it is all he can do to bask in the idea for a moment or two longer as they walk. It is such a rarity for there to be nary a whelp who needs guidance nor training underfoot and while he will always wish the trio well in their own days of enjoyment it is rather nice when they can have one themselves. Months might be little more than a penny in the ocean to their kind but it made such things no less appetising and in fact the very second the conundrum got wind of such a fabled time coming he was ushering them out the Market the moment the Ram finally departed as fast as he could.

Taking a deep breath for luck and health Blinky cannot help the merry spin of he heels with one set of hands coming to rest on his hips when he comes to a rest buried into the sideburns of mossy fur to ask the all-important question earning a faint contented rumble. Were there music playing he would have quite liked to take this moment for a dance given there is enough space out here with no fear of being seen which could cause any feeling of self-consciousness but alas. Something to bookmark for another occasion perhaps if they can borrow one of the strange music boxes that seem to be all a rage amongst the humans nowadays.

“What do you think we should do with ourselves, my friend? I believe it is your turn to pick.”

“Hmm…” Ah he must have forgotten, quite understandable in the circumstances. AAARRRGGHH prefers to think through his options very great care before making a decision so he steps away to give him amble space to do so. They had discovered so many brand-new locales through his choices that never would have occurred to him alone such as the one known as Magellanshe was introduced to curtsey of following a cat’s tail. While it was not the most obvious to visit it often had fascinating objects for perusal in their window and even barter for if something caught his eye. Humans never seem to lose their habit of an unconditional yes when presented with what they considered precious gems. Diamonds seen as more than a fancy form of shade lamp? Such strange ideas.

“It was the scrapyard last if it helps, I would not at all be against the idea if you are interested in finding what snacks they went and left for us there. More parts for one of my little projects are always a boon.”

“There first?” The way it is said is with a particular air of mischief matched in green eyes and it makes his mouth quirk slightly higher at the edges. How could he even consider saying no to such a handsome sight? It does pique his curiosity greatly however, what sort of scholar would he be if he did not pursue an answer…

“Of course! Though might I acquire what you mean by first?” He is given a gentle pat between his horns accompanied by a rumbling chuckle that is felt far more than it is heard.

“Surprise~” Now if there was one thing he loved nearly as much as the krubera it’s a good mystery. While books are incredibly entertaining there is something particular special about one he can get all four hands into that is ready and simply gagging to be solved. Sure sometimesthey might dive straight into conspiracy but what are they if not an alternate form of fascination? To have something in that vein from him directly colludes into a perfect moment!

“Oh is that so?” He replies half coy despite having clapped all hands together in a loud clunk in delight.

“Well then please lead on! I am quite intrigued what you have in store for us tonight.”

The path they took is one long-worn through various habitation and nature’s slow and steady reclamation on the outskirts of Arcadia where there is far more cover then the more dangerous streets. It allows his mind to wander upwards to the open expanse of sky where it’s heathy bounty of stars always reminds him so much of the tiny sparkles embedded in AAARRRGGHH’s stone or the way his markings light up creating a spectacle even against the darkest canvas. The underground is beautiful in a myriad of ways but there is nary a thing that can compare to the beauty above and even they pale in comparison to his other half. Simply by his presence he adds to the soundscape and helps smooth away the irritation silence frequently causes his racing mind. That they were separated for any length of time still greatly pains his core and frequently haunts his night dreams, the stillness felt all-consuming in it’s existence.

After being asked to wait a moment at their initial stop Blinky continues to wonder aloud about whatever it was that laid ahead given there had been many an hour spent rummaging for whatever delights this place might host. Why would only a short visit be required? He must be very certain that the whatever is here and that still doesn’t explain where exactly they are going. Perhaps a bumper had been left here that would be rather lovely, the last one unfortunately didn’t quite fit. What he certainly does not expect is the other troll reappearing with a scuffle of fine black ribbon attached to his front pair of horns and some form of bag in his fist given away only by the dainty handles peeping out from his fingers. Curiouser and ever curiouser!

“Well aren’t you looking rather dashing?” As soon as he is able to he reaches upwards to give the right most ‘flower’ a little pat and the texture reminds him a little of those Walkman things that seemed to barely exist for a moment before interest had been lost. Shame really, they made wonderful food when paired with the right mushrooms and seed. Fashionable and a snack in one, how lovely.

“Mmmn, accessorise. Like it?” He is positively beaming and he can almost feel himself swoon at such a sight.

“Very much so! Shall we continue our grand jaunt of intrigue?” With a sound of affirmation it seems that they were off once more though with no more clue as to where nor what exactly needed to be picked up from here specifically. It is hard to completely quell the bubble of excitement and it does make him all a jitter while walking though with the fond looks thrown his direction as often as they are he must be managing to keep it mostly contained.

… Returning so close to human habitation is certainly not what he had in mind however. It is an odd sort of place called Granada Drive-In according to the giant sign and is not one he immediately recognises. There is a strange large white coloured rectangle situated at a great height far across from them and an open flat space with a few cars haphazardly parked between the white lines (Odd) all facing towards it much like he was being guided to be from their vantage point on the left. They’re out the way enough that it is unlikely they will be spotted without their own view being interfered with though the question of what exactly it is continues to elude him and does not abate when encouraged to sit. He does as he’s bid of course and continues to tap his chin in thought.

“Wingman said moving picture fun, watch with someone special,” the krubera says while seating himself behind Blinky then leaning over the tiniest bit to rest his chin between the horns of the smaller troll to cuddle closer. Letting out a happy sigh at the feeling of him leaning back into the comforting embrace and offers the other mystery, a striped carrier bag filled with a multitude of incredibly tempting metal snacks.

“Very special.”

Unable to properly press their foreheads together as he’d prefer for such a wonderous moment Blinky takes the next best option in the form of raising his head to gently butt the stone surrounding him in both appreciation and pure love. One pair of hands take the bag to secure it between them for easy access while the upper two rest on the surrounding forearms like he was upon a throne.

“That you are my friend, that you are. I believe Master Jim calls this popcorn, such an odd name. You really did think this all through didn’t you?” The rumbling laugh tells it’s own story and it appears they were just in time as the screen lights up with the opening trailer before today’s feature.

~ Fighting evil by moonlight - Winning love by daylight ~

#writing #Trollhunters #BLAARRGHY #BLARGHY #I never know how to spell that ship name I swear #Tales of Arcadia