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thebottomfromhell · 4 months

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can you do the hantengu clones x reader who is short but can also pick them up like lightweight

Of course!

Short GN who can pick the Hantengu clones easily

Warnings: Implied sexual content (Karaku throwing innuendos) and Threats to reader (Sekido).

Sekido:

Sekido doesn't really care that you are short, if he calls you a "little shit" it's not because of your size but because of your attitude. Going around, not listening to him, it makes him angry, even worse if you answer with a "I am not little!" Then he will grab i to anything to continue arguing. "You can say that the second you don't have to look up to see my eyes instead of eyeing my chest!" But it's not hat he comments of it or bullies you, it's just for the sake of fighting and take his anger out on something.

Most of the time he respects you, even if he never helps when you struggle with something, he protects your pride and expects you to do the same for him... you didn't get that far. Still, it's common for you both to have arguments. "Really, how can you be so weak and useless?! Can't you do one thing I tell you? I'm just asking for you to not cause trouble!" He scolds you after forcefully pulling you out the battlefield as the rest of the clones do all the work.

He was about to continue but he gets interrupted by the sound of a strong impact and some trees falling, he looks back to the origin of the sound, wondering if a Hashira arrived. More reason to get you out. "We must leave. Now!" He was about to grab you but you took his waist to set him over your shoulder, if you are doing this then you at least get to have some control of it. "What are you doing?! PUT ME DOWN!" You don't listen and run, hearing that he is embarrased.

He doesn't weight that much to you, you could feel Karaku is lighter when he leans into you but he is not half as heavy as Urogi. "I said PUT ME DOWN YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Just for the laughs you give him a little spank to shit him up as you keep running. After some minutes of silence as Sekido processes the anger he feels, you hear a whisper. "If you don't put me down right now I will take out your fingers one by one and feed them to Urogi." ... you left him down, recieving a punch when you did.

Karaku:

"Awww~ having troubles reaching the bookshell? Do you need my help in that, "little one"? Hahahaha!" Of course, Karaku makes fun of your height whenever it becomes clear you struggle with it. You look up to him angrily, this only making him laugh a bit more. He really likes to tease, so he goes and lean into you, using hour head as arm support, not putting all his weight. "Ask nicely and I will help you."

You only arch your eyebrow looking at his cheeky grin, so you move as you kick his leg to make him trip and fall. "Not so cocky now, are we? You look better from above." You tease Karaku as he groans against the floor. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, babe. Be nice and help me to stand, will ya?" He hives his hand for you to help him, smiling playfully. He probably plans to pull you into the floor with him, knowing how he can get. Instead, you grab his arm and legs to pull him easily into bridal style.

Karaku giggles a bit as he shifts to put your arms behind your neck. "Oh, my! You are pretty strong, are you not?" You chuckle at that, Karaku is pretty light himself, you know by sure he weights the least of the cones besides Zohakuten. "Nah. You are just too light, maybe you should eat more." He chuckles as he moves his mouth into your ear. "You mean you could fold me and dominate the shit out of me? Want to try out~?" You are slightly tempted to let him fall, but you only grab him tighter.

"Quit being a tease." He only chuckles more before shifting his weight again. "Make me~." Oh, you will make him... you threw him into the floor. "Ouch! Ok, ok, I quit!" You chuckle, maybe you will see into his offer later as you actually help him stand up this time. "See? It wasn't so hard."

Urogi:

"So cute! So cute! Y/N is so small!" Urogi likes to tease you... whenever he feels like it. Honestly, sometimes he just forgets that you are short, since you are just you to him most of the time, then he remembers and laughs about it from nowhere. But you always know what he is talking about. Urogi sonetimes also just comments on it, since he thinks it makes you cute. "You are like a little animal, like a little, fluffy and meaty rabbit!" It gets uncomfortable but it's not ill intentioned.

Urogi also likes to, literally, step and sit on you, after flying sometimes he will land in your back and shoulders, sometimes he just jumps over your arms and expects you to catch and carry him. He is the clone that weights the more, having two extra giant limbs does that, which also makes it hard to balance him for you both to not fall when he lands in you. Besides that... you can with him.

The funniest part is that Urogi doesn't seem to realize whe weights the amount he does, at least he doesn't realize he weighes more than Aizetsu, who also can hold him, but Sekido and Karaku can't, they fall instantly when they "try", as Urogi also just steps on them as well. "Hey, Urogi! Everything good?" You ask him as he kneels over your arm and the other shoulder, digging his talons a bit for support. It hurts a bit, but nothing more than a sting.

"Yup! I'm just comfy here. Can you hold me here? It's nice to be close to the ground but still in heights." You can, easily.... but you decide not to this time. "Sorry, got things to do." .... He whines until you give in... damned bird.

Aizetsu:

Aizetsu barely comments on your height, not really caring about it unless when feeling pity you need help or support reaching certain things because of it. He is still more than willing to grab you and raise you if you need help, feeling it would be a bit embarrasing for you if he hands you the object you are trying to get. He has the strongest set of arms of the clones, being the one that weighs the second most.

"Thanks for the help Aizetsu, but you don't need to do this every time..." Truth be told, being raised in the air as if you were a child is also a bit embarrasing, but Aizetsu doesn't get that part. "It's ok, I don't mind." That is why you decided to start also grabbing him and carrying him around, the first time he stopped processing, confused and not knowing what to say. Then, he started to just accept his fate as you started carrying him around as if his was a lap dog or a cat.

"You are very strong to be able to pick me up like this, I don't weight little." He comments one day, not even fighting it as you suddenly grabbed him ond put him over your shoulder for it to be more comfortable. "My height doesn't show my strengh, does it?" You say as you walk him somewhere else, not really having a reason to do so, just wanting to pick him up like he does to you. "No, it doesn't." He tends to spend most of the time looking at the floor, being that his way to tell you he wants to be put down.

Still, he doesn't complain and wait for you to do so, not even attempting to get out of your hold, even letting you cuddle him like this. "You are very cute Aizetsu." He only blushes looking anywhere but you. "Just put me down, please." You will see when you feel like it.

#demon slayer #kny #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #sekido

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acefaun · 4 months

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Can you write a angsty story with a happy ending for Lindir x half elf-half human girl? She and Lindir grew up together and Lindir has feelings for her but his responsibilities came in the way of his feelings. One day a handsome elven lord came to the reader's family to ask her hand in marriage. Lindir saw reader was happy and chose to bury his feelings but little did he knew she felt the same way. They both decided to confess to each other and they get married.

Sorry for requesting such a lengthy story 😅

Lindir~ Longing

Synopsis: Childhood friends, Lindir can’t help but fawn over you for a majority of your lives. But when it comes time for the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, an unexpected marriage proposal gets in the way of your happily ever after.

🍃Masterlist🍃 Female Half-Elf, Half-Human MC!

A/n: ✨Angst!✨ ✨Angst!✨ ✨Aaaaangst!✨ Happy New Year, guys! I was told I had to post something before 2024, so how does 20 minutes before 2024 sound? I was supposed to post it earlier, but yesterday I was crying over angsty pseudo-relationship stuff and today I had a migraine and just woke up an hour ago. ANYWAY, last fic of the year! I also hesitated to breathe, because shortly after I got this request, I got an emotional lashing for touching Rings of Power without permission? And anyway, Lindir’s sensitive, don’t yell at us. 🥺 mAn, Lindir's gonna make me cry again.

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The light, melodious sound of an elven maiden’s voice danced around him, drawing his feet to a standstill. From an above balcony, he watched the scene in awe. How was it possible to have hair that reflected the light of the moon, quite nearly making it look as though your hair was made of starlight itself?

Lindir’s heart melted at your beauty. Not a single elf in all of Middle Earth could hold a candle to you. He counted his blessings that your magnificence was created in Rivendell, a progeny of Lord Elrond himself; a beautiful elf you were, regardless of your half-human descendance. He had the pleasure of knowing you your whole life, something only the most fortunate elf could brag about. Still, some good it did him, when he never had the chance to tell you how he truly felt about you…

Maybe… just maybe… tonight could be that night. You were humming a delightful tune, standing on the edge of a platform, admiring the waterfalls that stretched up the side of the mountain; the shimmering silver water serving as a backdrop, complimenting your dress. If there were a better time to speak up, he was sure now was it, when his heart was fluttering and his urge to have you in his arms was strongest.

With his courage secured, he made move to descend the stairs to meet you. If only fortune were on his side. An elf maiden called out, “Lindir, Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you.”

His eyes shifted to the maiden who called him. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Lindir replied, masking how flustered he felt on the inside for missing yet another opportunity—for foolishly believing he could accomplish something so far out of his reach. Still, as he was left once again to his own devices, his helplessly longing gaze returned to you for a brief moment. You had such a bad habit of wrapping him around your finger, even when you’d done nothing at all.

Sighing, he turned on his heel. Tonight would not be the night, he lamented as he left to tend to his duties.

***

The rain was pattering lightly on the window, but yet, the sun still streamed through the clouds, making for an oddly beautiful sight. Rainbows were fairly common thanks to the waterfalls in Rivendell, but the large rainbows that stretched across the sky were another sight to behold.

Eagerly, you made your way down the hall and to the library. Peering inside, your reason for coming all this way wasn't easily found. Tilting your head, you entered, your eyes scanning the space before the quiet shuffling of paper caught your ear. Following the sound, you spotted Lindir hidden between the bookshelves, a book in his slender hands. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and for a brief moment, you debated on your choice of bothering him.

But a soft sigh left his lips, and he left you startled as he addressed you, “Is there something you require, my lady?” He didn't even look up to see you; how could he tell it was you? “Your steps are always soft and easy to recognize,” he said, as though hearing your internal dialogue.

“Well,” you smiled at him, brushing off his quirky way of recognizing you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?”

This time his head lifted from his book, glancing at you before his gaze flickered to a window. “It's raining out.”

“Haven't you ever wanted to walk in the rain? It's nice and sunny and there's a rainbow outside,” you tried to make it sound as enticing as possible. You didn’t care if it was raining, you just wanted to spend time with him.

As much as he wanted to see you enjoying yourself in the warm rain, he sighed, returning his book to the shelf before grabbing another one to flicker through as he offhandedly answered, “Lord Elrond would not approve if you were to catch cold.” He knew your half-human side was fragile, and he wanted to protect you as best as he could.

“We don't have to tell him,” you pouted. There’s no way he’d reject you so easily. “It'd only be for a few minutes. Please, come with me, Lindir?”

He resisted the urge to groan. Why must you say his name in that manner? You made it so difficult for him to tell you no. Regardless, he didn't have time to be entertaining you, and his heart ached. How many times this month has he had to reject you because he was busy?

For the umpteenth time this month, he declined, “Unfortunately, I have more work from Lord Elrond that needs completing. You are aware that King Thranduil is paying a visit to Rivendell just next week, aren't you? I pray you haven't forgotten.”

“I haven't forgotten,” you swiftly defended yourself despite, indeed, having forgotten the date. The look Lindir shot your way told you of the grave importance of this meeting. This reminder gave you an idea… “Can I help with the preparations?”

“I…” Lindir faltered at your offer, before he sighed again, replying, “That isn't up to me to decide. Though I should say not, with how you'd forgotten the event despite my already having told you earlier this week.”

“Well, then,” you said quite confidently, “I'll just have to ask!”

Though, asking your father only ended up the same way it always ended… with him explaining that you had your own preparations to attend to. You still needed to get a dress for the occasion.

You should have been familiar with not being able to help Lindir, not being able to be around him for more than five minutes, or simply not being able to see him for extended periods. You weren't sure what happened after you both got older… It wasn't like you lived in separate worlds where you never got to see one another. Since when… did he neglect your feelings for his ‘righteous duty’ and ‘responsibilities’? Not that you could blame him… he served your father, Elrond, of all people, and you knew he was a busy elf Lord. You suppose you’d just have to be patient and wait for Lindir to come to you on his own time, when he wasn’t busy, and when he wanted to see you… if he wanted to see you.

***

Lindir felt like he had gone over this list a dozen times, making minor changes each time he set eyes on it. But this was the final look-over and there could be no mistakes. King Thranduil was not one to overlook mistakes, and Lindir would surely suffer an earful if Lord Elrond were to hear but a single complaint from the King of the Woodland Realm. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. When had things gotten so stressful?

A heavy sigh filled the air, though, to Lindir’s surprise, it wasn’t his own. His eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed particularly bothered enough to let out such an aggrieved sigh. Peering out of the open window, he found the source of the sigh. You were sitting on a nearby bench, a notebook in hand.

At first, he thought he might have been mistaken about the source, until another sigh left your lips. His heart ached at the thought that you could have been upset over something. But then… why couldn’t you have simply asked someone for help rather than stewing alone in silence?

He was tempted to spare time to go out and console you himself, but again, he was interrupted from his concerns. An elf called for his attention, “Lindir, I’m not sure that this is going to be ready in time for their arrival.”

Lindir’s eyes swiftly shot to the elf at attention. “That’s not sufficient. If any hands can be spared, do so. We’ll not still be setting up when they arrive. We don’t want to look unprepared for their presence. I’ll look into it myself.” Pausing before leaving the room, he thoughtfully added, “If there is a spare moment, can someone check on Lady (Name)? I…” He didn’t want to admit to fretting over you like a worried mother. So, he excused, “I need to ensure she’s prepared for tomorrow.” This time, an aggrieved sigh did leave his lips as he left the room in a hurry.

***

Pattering of feet and clinking of dishes echoed through the halls, the air buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. Oddly, you felt neither of those things. It wasn’t in your interest to impress a friend of your father—if friend was what Thranduil was.

Sighing, you watched the flurry of excitement; elves rushed this way and that to make sure everything was perfect for King Thranduil’s arrival. You understood what all the fuss was about, of course, but everything looked good to your eyes. You didn’t understand what they were fretting over; they’d been at this all morning.

Perhaps you were disinterest in their hard work was because your eyes had been glued to one specific elf since you’d entered the courtyard. Lindir looked to be beyond himself with worry as he tried to make sure everything was set according to plan. At most, they had maybe an hour before everything needed to be finalized. Though, each time you set eyes on Lindir, it seemed like he vanished into thin air the moment something crossed your path, and you lost sight of him.

Your attempts to even speak with him were in vain, as he eluded you each time—though you were sure it wasn’t on purpose. He, as always, had his duties to attend to. You couldn’t blame him when the success or failure of this festival rested on his shoulders. You could only pray in your heart that when the sun had finally set and the music rang through the halls that he would be able to relax and enjoy the festival of starlight. Lindir deserved to enjoy the evening along with the rest of Rivendell and those from the Woodland Realm who accompanied Thranduil. Maybe… Just maybe, then you’d be able to have a moment with him.

Accepting the fact that you were never going to be able to catch Lindir at this rate, you resigned to joining your father and sister, waiting for the arrival of the elves of Mirkwood.

Arwen glanced at you from the corner of her eye before vaguely asking, “Any word?”

You shot her a look that told her to hold her tongue in the presence of your father. “Not a single one, and I’d rather not have a word from you either.”

Elrond looked back at the two of you, his gaze studious as he glanced between you. Slowly, he commented, “Your tongue is rather sharp this evening.” Of course, it was his off-handed way of asking you to open up. You wanted to glare at Arwen for making Elrond take interest in your conversation. The last thing you wanted was for him to stick his nose in your business—your business being your little crush on his seemingly unremarkable advisor.

Luckily, Arwen was there to save you an explanation as she smoothly excused, “She must be feeling the stress of the others. It’s not often we host the King of the Woodland Realm for an occasion such as a festival of starlight.”

“Indeed,” Elrond’s eyes stayed trained on you before he turned his head with a nod. “The King hardly leaves his halls. I feel this will be a festival worth remembering.” And you had to agree with that statement—at least, you hoped so.

Though, as you had expected, it was only a matter of time before Lindir had to join the three of you. Welcoming Thranduil into Rivendell was upon the most important things to be done, and Elrond’s advisor had to be there for courteous purposes.

Lindir, however, paused upon approach, his gaze lingering on you the minute you both locked eyes. His lips had opened as if to say something, but no words came out immediately. He said nothing until he caught the eyes of both your father and sister, to which he shyly complimented, “You're both beautiful, my ladies.” Of course, complimenting you and Arwen was his best move, as opposed to his continued staring.

As he quickly joined Elrond’s side, Arwen shot you a suggestive look in regard to Lindir. Waving her off, you tried not to pay much mind to how close you and Lindir were standing to one another. There was no time for that… If anything, you only had to hope that he would spare you a moment of his time at the festival. But here and now you couldn’t carelessly be sparing glances to Lindir when you were going to be greeting a King.

It was supposed to be an official greeting from one noble to another… However, as soon as the party of elves arrived with King Thranduil, your eyes glittered at seeing another life-long friend of yours at the King’s side. He seemed to get equally excited upon seeing you as well. “(Name)!”

“Legolas!” Now, he wasn't someone you thought you were going to be seeing. Or maybe… he slipped your mind while you were busy placing your attention on the unattainable Lindir…

But the minute Legolas had you in a tight embrace, you forgot about your unrequited love. For the moment, all you wanted to do was catch up with an old friend—even if it disrupted the sophisticated atmosphere of a King entering Rivendell.

***

Lindir would have sagged his shoulders in relief if he weren't trying to maintain a decent image—it didn't matter so much that Lord Elrond praised his good work and gave him permission to enjoy the festival. It was difficult to enjoy himself when… you weren't beside him.

He'd been working hard this whole time with the hopes that tonight might have been the night he told you how he felt…

His hard work paid off… only for you to spend a great deal of time hanging off of Prince Legolas’ arm. Lindir supposed he should accept fate as it was: Legolas was a noble, someone who could make you a queen one day. You deserve the best, and Lindir was far from the best.

Taking his failure to heart and not having the spirit to hang around the festival, he took a walk through the lightly illuminated paths of Rivendell. It was a familiar path… One that you and he used to walk together often. Just down the path, he walked, seeking the lonely courtyard that sat hidden behind a beautiful range of waterfalls.

Though, upon turning a corner, he quickly had to backtrack, concealing himself beside the shadow of a pillar. Just ahead, there was a couple that was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.

On the verge of turning around and leaving them in peace, Lindir paused, your voice catching his ears.

It was then that he noticed the pair was none other than you and Legolas. He knew he shouldn't have been intruding on the private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away, especially with what he overheard Legolas saying, “You know… I have to agree. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’re compatible. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m asking for your hand in marriage insincerely. Still, I value your opinion and your desires above all else. Would you at least consider…?”

“Legolas…” You whispered his name. Lindir could only watch silently as you wrapped your arms around Legolas’ neck and that… that’s what told Lindir this dance was over… It was time for him to let go of his loss. He could only stare for another heart-wrenching moment as the two of you embraced, sharing hushed words as if you were already a married couple.

Turning once again, Lindir made a swift retreat. This entire event made sense now. The reason Lord Elrond placed much of his time and effort into making sure it was impeccably arranged… was because it was to be the night of your engagement. Lord Elrond must have previously come to this agreement with King Thranduil, meaning that you couldn’t refuse, even if you wanted to. Though, logically, Lindir knew you wouldn’t reject Prince Legolas.

Lindir walked down the path, making his way back to the lively festival. This path that was so familiar to him suddenly turned into something that made his heart ache. Fond memories of you that swirled around in his head were like shards of glass made to pierce his heart.

But… he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t neglected you all this time, then perhaps… perhaps you would have looked at him.

No. He had no chance. Legolas had always been more deserving of your affection, however sparse the woodland prince was in your life. At least the young prince could eagerly sweep you off of your feet, unlike Lindir, who only seemed capable of disappointing you as of late.

Besides, your marriage would only strengthen the bond between Mirkwood and Rivendell, undoubtably. There were only good things that could come from this union. There were a million ways Lindir could justify how right it was for you to be with Legolas, but none of it seemed to stop the agony that assailed his heart.

Lord Elrond was correct… This festival was, indeed, an unforgettable one…

Inhaling softly, Lindir came to a decision. This was fine—all of it. There was nothing more for him to do regarding your well-being now that you were in Legolas’ capable hands. Lindir would just begin preparing for the aftermath of the festival. At the very lease, he still had a job to complete, and he couldn’t disappoint Lord Elrond because he was heart sick, of all things.

***

Fortunately for you… Legolas happened to be very understanding of your position when you explained to him why you couldn’t agree to this arranged marriage. In a marriage, as the two of you came to coincide, there was love to be expected—and not forced love either.

Now, it wasn’t that the two of you were unable to love each other; you were sure you would get along just fine if it really came down to the two of you getting married. However, Legolas understood completely that you were simply in love with someone else. Your heart raced for another who was not Legolas, and so long as it was in his power, he was going to help you express these repressed feelings.

Coming to such an agreement, Legolas wasted no time in helping you search for your missing love: Lindir.

With no luck between the two of you, though you were loath to address your all-knowing sibling, you knew she would possibly be able to help. Considering she had been present at the festival all night, you were sure she was the perfect person to go to in regard to finding Lindir.

Luckily, you made just the right call. “Then you’ve finally come to terms with your feelings…” Arwen displayed a soft smile, agreeing to help. However, she didn’t seem to need your help for this part, as she ushered, “Stay, enjoy the festival. Grab a drink with Legolas.” She gestured for you to return to your waiting friend. “I’ll return shortly with all the answers you hope to find.”

“Arwen…” You almost deflated in front of her, quite nearly put-off with how she was ushering you back to Legolas. But… you knew she was being genuine, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly in return as Arwen walked off, leaving you alone once again. “Thank you.”

Your sister simply smiled in return to your earnest response before leaving you alone once again.

Only, when you returned to the festival per Arwen’s previous ushering, you failed to find Legolas. It wasn’t odd that you couldn’t find him in such a crowded scene, but even the nearby elves couldn’t give you answers as to where your friend disappeared to.

In any case, you were sure Arwen would be quick in her task, and Legolas was probably still off on his noble search for Lindir. At this rate, you felt like everyone was searching for Lindir but you… And while Arwen told you to remain at the festival and enjoy yourself, that was turning out to be a rather difficult and tedious task.

Besides, now that you were alone with your scrambled thoughts, you were feeling the pressure of reality. Arwen and Legolas were searching for Lindir for you… so you could convey your deepest feelings for him. You were sure he would refuse your feelings, simply because he already owed you that loyalty as a servant of Rivendell. Not to mention, he wasn’t the sort to conceal his true feelings very well; to put it simply, he was horrible at it.

The one time dwarves were in Rivendell, he had enough trouble hiding his disdain for them. You were sure this would be no different. He always had to tolerate you because you were Elrond’s daughter. Who was to say he wouldn’t consider it entirely unprofessional? There were a ton of excuses you could think up as to why Lindir might reject you.

All you could do was wait for the time to come. And so you waited quietly by a fountain, brushing your fingers across the silver surface, reflecting the light of the stars above.

***

Lindir’s heart was racing uncomfortably. He was informed by Arwen that you were in trouble and needed his help immediately. Despite not being able to answer why she couldn’t be of any help to you—why did it have to be him?—Lindir was quick to rush down the familiar walk ways to return to the festival.

He wasn’t sure what the issue was that required his attention so direly, but he understood upon seeing you alone… so melancholic—you were like an angel of starlight in his eyes once again, your beauty unfailing.

For a brief moment, he wondered where Legolas was… only to have the thought that perhaps things had not worked out as the two of you had hoped. Now, his heart did not ache because of you… but for you.

Quietly, he weaved his way through the festive elves, coming up beside you. You still hadn’t acknowledged him, so, he quietly addressed you, “My Lady… What brings you such sorrow on such a joyous evening?”

“Lindir…” Your eyes were quick to flicker to him, and for a moment, your sorrows were all but forgotten. Being in his presence was enough to make you forget yourself. All seemed well in your world until it came time for you to answer his question. This time… you had to be honest. Though, your words were shaky and unsure. “I- I only…”

Lindir was unused to you being so demure and bothered. You were usually more certain of yourself and intent on bothering him at the worst of times. This wasn’t like you.

For the second time since finding you, he wondered if he truly was the right person to be beside you, solving your still-unspoken problem. Was this not supposed to be the job of your betrothed? He let out a soft breath. “I… do not mean to pry. But does this have to do with Legolas? You’ve been with him all evening, up until now.” He tilted his head as if teasing you to try to lighten the mood. “Has my lady gotten lost in her own home?”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused huff—he had at least succeeded in making you smile somewhat. “It wasn’t that I lost Legolas,” you admitted, your cheeks burning as you dared yourself to continue your sentence, “I lost you, Lindir.”

Lindir was surprised to hear you say that. His eyes were wide before he dared to ask, “Were you searching for me, my Lady…?” He was hesitant to join you as you gestured for him to sit beside you on the fountain’s edge, but he couldn’t say no to you when you so clearly wanted this.

“I searched everywhere… but it was like you vanished entirely. I feel like that’s been happening more as of late.” Though your cheeks revealed how flustered you were, your eyes shone with despair. Lindir wanted nothing more than to rid you of any ailments, so that he could only see that joyous glimmer in your eyes. But… was it his fault you were in this state? He didn’t have an answer until you continued, “Each time you disappear from sight, my chest feels heavy, and I get terrified that I’ll never see you again.”

“I’m here,” he said reassuringly, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the betrothed of a prince. There were only so many ways he could comfort you and hope to remain on Legolas’ good side. Still, this was starting to sound more like a personal jab. Had he truly been so neglectful? “(Name)...” For once, he dropped the honorifics, and you felt your heart skip as his hand gently laid on top of yours. “I’m here now. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

He was gazing at you earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you and if it was within his ability to fix. But he was surprised when you uncharacteristically, and very bluntly, asked, “Why are you always too busy for me?”

The question took him off guard. There was a completely logical answer to the question, though… if he was being honest, he was too flustered to admit it outright. Hesitantly, however, he did tell you the truth, “I have kept myself busy and have done my work diligently, all with the hopes that I would have personal time to spend with you.” He averted his gaze, having more to add, but certain it was an inappropriate time to mention it. Still, your eyes implored him to speak more of his secrets, and he loathed your prying gaze. “I had hoped to have done a well enough job that I would have free time to spend with you at this festival.”

And just like that, he admitted his failed plan of the night; he genuinely did want to spend time with you. While he expected his explanation to be one-sided, you were astonishingly quick at admitting a secret of your own, “I wanted to spend time with you too, Lindir, but you were always so busy for my father. Even before this festival,” you thought to add that last part. “I like you, Lindir, and I’m so…” You trailed off, struggling to find a word to describe your feelings—something Lindir always thought was endearing about you. “I’m so miffed with you!”

“I understand,” he replied slowly, albeit surprised. He couldn’t hide the hesitation in his tone—he was confused. More than confused, his heart was in more pain than ever. “My Lady—” Yet again, he was putting emotional distance between the two of you. “—what of Prince Legolas? The covenant is already arranged; there is no getting out of it.”

“Well,” you spoke coyly, telling Lindir that you knew more than he did. “Legolas and I were talking about that earlier. He was the one who wanted to help me find you in the first place because… well… he agrees with me that we simply weren’t ready for marriage in the first place.”

Lindir hated that you were suddenly being so straightforward with him. Well, he hated it just about as much as he loved it. He could hardly hide his pink cheeks as he made a quick excuse, “(Name), think of the thought that must have gone into this by your father and King Thranduil. It’s not often King Thranduil leaves his kingdom, which means this night was of great importance. I can think of no other reason than that this night was clearly strictly for you and Prince Legolas. This is no time for-”

“I don’t think any of their opinions matter as far as loving someone else is concerned,” you suddenly interrupted him, causing a thick silence to fill the air.

Lindir was left flustered by your bold statement, and couldn’t muster a single thought other than that… you loved him. You said it. It was the first time he heard you say it, though it was ever so slightly indirect, he knew it was directed at him. Still, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, though he knew all fingers were pointed at one solid conclusion that he’d been ignoring. He patiently asked, “Is this what’s been bothering you today?”

“It’s been bothering me,” you pouted, making him avert his gaze in guilt. You didn’t seem like you were letting him off easy tonight as you accused, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I apologize for that…” He paused after his reluctant apology. He knew he was in the wrong, but there was still a lot to be discussed. There were so many unspoken feelings, and so many obstacles that came as a result of these feelings if they were to be addressed appropriately. After a guilt filled moment, he finally spoke again, “Are you certain this is how you feel?”

You unwaveringly nodded, dissuading his doubts with a firm “Yes.”

“Then…” Lindir sighed, finally giving into his overwhelming feelings. “I should admit, in return, that I love you as well.” For once, he shared everything with you, knowing you deserved to know the truth behind his seemingly cruel actions. “The reason for my neglect would partially be because of my duties, but also because you deserve someone better. I… may have been… jealous… over Legolas proposing to you with his arranged marriage, but in the end, I had the thought that you would be better off with a prince.”

You nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. He felt relieved that you didn’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt you. “The only thing…” you started softly, “is that I don’t love Legolas like that—not when you have my heart.”

“That…” Lindir faltered, an uncharacteristic move for him. For once, he was speechless. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

He huffed in frustration, venting, “I was supposed to admit my feelings to you first… but Legolas showed up…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Regardless, I suppose now isn’t the time for that. Now, let me tell you the truth.” Feeling brave for once, he leaned closer to you. His hand was still resting on yours on the cool stone bench surrounding the fountain. His tone was soft as he whispered, “(Name), I love you.”

He adored the way your eyes lit up at such a simple phrase. It made his heart flutter to be telling you at long last. The smile that graced your features was one he’d remember for a long time as you whispered back, “I love you too, Lindir.”

There would be a time when you would both need to address this with others… namely your father… but for the time being, all that mattered was the two of you. There were many affectionate and tender moments that needed to be made up for, after all, and you had many hours under the glistening stars to do so.

#the hobbit #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #the hobbit fanfic #lord of the rings fanfic #the hobbit lindir #lindir x reader #the hobbit legolas

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Just wanted to mention this because I’m finally getting to revise this scene within the second part and I’m excited to talk about it! When the MC gets to Aurelian, and the dorm you’ll be staying in, you’ll be able to choose your rooms design. (Since Aurelian Academy is enchanted, the magic will happily oblige.)

And, yes, each one will potentially offer unique reactions from the various characters.

You’ll be able to choose from these:

Cozy: A crackling hearth sends off a gentle glow throughout the room, something that only exemplifies the dark color palettes strewn throughout: showcased in the deep engravings within the wooden walls, in the plush rug stretched in front of a couch within the small sitting area situated in the corner of the room. It’s a place that radiates warmth, safety, and a general feeling of home.

Elegant: Tastefully chosen decor— from the leather sectional to the hand-engraved bookshel, and even the beautifully crafted stained glass window— complements the overall feel of the room, as well as the beautifully handcrafted crystal chandelier that offers the central lighting. It’s a place that radiates power, wealth, and, above all, comfort.

Gothic: Straight out of the classic vampire guidebook— the room is splashed with black, blood red, with the barest hints of dark gray. Various alcoves are dotted throughout, filled with various oddities, and stone gargoyles stand as sentries within the topmost ones. Dragon clawed scones offering the main lighting for the room. It’s a place that’d make Count Dracula proud.

Minimalist: Less is more, right? Well that saying is personified within this room! Clean lines, sparse furniture, only the necessities, along with a neutral color palette. This place radiates a certain light and airiness that can rarely be found anywhere else!

Normal: The typical Aurelian Dorm experience! Why customize it when you have everything you already need? A simple bay window, along with a sturdy elevated bed, with a desk situated underneath, are the main focal points of the room. Added on, you’ll find a few bookcases, a small couch, and a rather nice rug. It’s a room that’s so good you don’t need to even think about changing it!

Nature: Why go outside when you can simply stay in your room? The bed is seemingly carved at the base of a grand tree itself, along with a small meadow being created to simulate the main sitting area— with bits of bioluminescent bark, mushrooms, and fireflies (not real), being the main lighting of the room. It’s a place that any nature lover will love to spend their downtime in!

Colorful: Why have one simple color scheme when you can have them all? The rainbow has made its home within your room, and you wouldn’t have it any other way! A slew of different colors are dotted throughout— from the tie dye bedspread to the multicolored flames that dance within the hearth— to give you whatever you may need! This is a place that’ll never have you seeing in black and white!

#midnight sun #asks #just wanted to share #mc: room

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gooey-the-goodra-649 · 14 days

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HATSUNE MIKU???!?!?!?!?!?

Made a lil' cutout of Miku! I actually rlly like Miku :> I laminated it with some clear tape! :3

I made it to hang up on my wall! X3

(Lil photo of her on my knick-knack bookshel thingy Idk man XD)

#Miku #hatsune miku #vocaloid hatsune #hatsune fanart #vocaloid miku #miku fanart #miku hatsune #miku day #vocaloid #vocaloid fanart #vocaloid art #hatsune miku fanart #HATSUNE MIKU?!!?!?!?!?!#MIKU REAL CONFIRMED

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faroreskiss · 2 months

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Resurrection Gone Wrong

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Summary: Link finally accepts the truth about himself out loud, and more.

Chapter 4 - Acceptance

“And as for your memories… the Slate once again will be the key. Journey to the lab in the village of Hateno. They will know more about how and why this happened. Take the contents of the chest with you, and go.”

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Right when he was about to ask Impa and Paya where this Hateno Village is, Impa spoke to him again.

“Link,” she said, as she pointed to a picture of a… swamp? It almost tickled his brain. It was such a vibrant green. He was, of course, as motionless as before right after he turned back to her.

“Does it look familiar?” Impa continued. “From this village, you should be able to get there in half a day’s time.” She motioned to Paya again, and instructed her to give directions to Link.

He was on the way once again.

Despite his confusion and loathing towards his own ‘condition’, Link pressed on. Whatever the type of that thing they gave him, it kept him sated longer than he expected. At least he didn’t get tired, and he didn’t need any sleep, even though he could if he wanted to.

When he attempted to doze off, he was haunted by disturbing dreams, even in such a short time. He saw himself ripping the throat of that woman in the stable and drinking her delicious-…

No more naps then, he decided. Not like he got tired.

As the sun was finally gracing the sky with its rays, the village started to come into his view. Even though it was still at least a few kilometers away, he could already hear the waking villagers slowly starting their day. Though there was something else he could feel as he neared the gates, something sinister. It wasn’t bothering him exactly, but it felt like it wouldn’t be an exactly welcome presence by the other heavenly forces he already interacted with.

When he entered the village, Link tried his best to not interact with anybody.

Even though he was now relatively sated, being near this many people was dangerous, for them. The dryness in his throat was making itself more noticeable as the amount of people who woke up and went out in the village increased.

Will it ever go away? He perhaps knew the answer, but never dared to respond to it even in his mind.

Unfortunately, he had to talk to somebody in the end, an old guy near the inn, to ask where the lab is. He found it easier to interact with older people when he was in this state, it felt as if their bloods were flowing a miniscule amount slower, their hearts not pumping the delicious liquid through their veins as rapidly compared to the younglings.

As they spoke, he could see the concern in the old man’s eyes. Worry. He was worried for him, thinking him weak and malnourished. Link was just trying to focus more on what he was saying, instead of what was inside him. He thanked him for showing him the way, and started walking towards the steep road uphill.

“Oh poor boy…” Link heard him speak behind him later, though the old fellow was just mumbling to himself.

He should have been worried about his life instead.

The lab was relatively far from the village, placed on a hill. He could already feel two heartbeats from the cabin, two adults, one of them being significantly older.

After gently opening the door, he doubted his own eyes and newly found sharp senses. A child? This little girl absolutely registered as the older adult to his senses, or at least her metabolism did.

Right when he was about to speak, the strange little girl with her odd glasses started speaking in a kind of a monotonous voice. She had a mischievous yet tired look in her eyes. She felt at least as old as Impa.

“Hello!” she said, with her hands on her hips, “This is the Ancient Hateno Lab. Do you have some business with the director?”

“That’s right” he nodded.

“The director is in the back,” she replied again plainly, though Link could hear the smirk in her tone.

As Link walked back to the guy at the back near the bookshelves, the man turned to him and after taking a look at Link’s Slate at his hip, he started yelling in excitement.

“Director! Listen Ms. Director! This is a REAL Sheikah Slate!”

“Director?” Link asked quizzically.

“Oh, that’s right,” he started, and nodded. “I haven’t introduced our director, Ms. Purah happens to be right there”

Purah. That was whom he was looking for! But there is only the strange child there-

Oh.

“Check it!” Purah cheerily jumped. “Are you surprised? Heh.”

Link raised his eyebrows.

“The director of the lab is not Symin, it’s me!”

“...” Link was still busy trying to register what was going on. Granted, this wasn’t the strangest thing that happened since he woke up, but it could definitely make the top 10.

“Come on Linky! Impa sent you here, right?!” she spoke cheerily again.

Linky?

“...Linky? What’s with that look, you do still remember me, right?” She inquired with an intense look and expectation in her eyes.

“Even though 100 years ago I was the one that put you into the Shrine of Restoration?”

“Uhm… I don’t remember..” he answered with regret in his voice, “But… Aren’t you a child?” he finally gave in to his curiosity.

“How rude!” she snapped, surprising Link but then laughed it off.

Apparently it was due to a failed experiment. This woman was also over 100 years old.

And she knew him. She knew things. A glimmer of hope sparked in him.

But Link simply couldn’t get a word in in the conversation, he was already trying to avoid talking or breathing unless it was necessary, and this wasn’t helping.

First, Purah made him carry some strange blue fire all the way to the lab, then played around with his Slate, activating some “runes”. Whatever she had in the lab, looked like the same ancient structure he saw in the shrine where he woke up.

Finally, she activated some functionality in his Slate which unlocked some pictures, she claimed that he might perhaps remember stuff if he visited these places, apparently they were the places where he accompanied Princess Zelda.

Zelda… How familiar it felt to hear that name.

“Oh yeah, the ‘lost memory’ thing can be troublesome, of course,” Purah tittered. She was avoiding the topic he was trying to bring up, he realized. Instead, she entirely focused on ancient materials, ancient this ancient that… Sure, they were important, but she really wasn’t letting him talk or change the subject.

He could feel her gaze on him, on his fangs, his pure skin, pale complexion. The way he barely moved, his chest not moving at all from breathing. Information about his memory loss was absolutely not the only thing she was noting down.

Link was finally able to get a word in.

“Purah.”

“Yes, Linky?”

“Please…” he sounded desperate.

“Oh?” she feigned ignorance, but Link could see she was shifting uncomfortably.

“Impa sent me here because she said you would know what happened to me.”

Purah pursed her lips and pretended to look through her notes again and then she sighed.

“Tell me from the start, Linky. What you did, what happened so far. I want to know every single thing first before I explain anything.”

As Link was about to start, she held his index finger high to stop him for a moment.

“And do not try to censor anything. Understand? No judgment here,” she winked.

Reckless, so reckless this woman was. She sent him to the village even if it was for a brief amount of time, and then spent hours with him. There was no way she knew anything if she was this relaxed about it, or she knew everything but was simply crazy.

But again, Link didn’t have anything to lose. So he started from the moment he woke up, the voices, the “potions” he had versus the incident he had at the stables, his conversation with Impa.

“Mhm-hm,” Impa hummed as she took notes and compared them with the ones she had.

“Alright, Impa already explained the legends to you, so let’s get that out of the way. The creature she is talking about is a ReDead, and that’s not what you are, you are too alive for that,” she chuckled. She chuckled!

Link simply nodded, as he really expected her to continue.

“So Linky, even without your memories, I’m sure you still have your wits. You already realized what you are, yes?”

Of course he did, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He gulped again, feeling the drought in his larynx.

“...’a slave to sanguine hunger, a creature of the night’, though I think we already established that you are definitely okay under the sunlight! Fascinating!” Purah continued. How was she this calm?

“Purah,” Link tried to keep his voice as low and as calm as possible, but his worry and frustration was making themselves known.

“Yes, Linky?~” Purah replied playfully, she was drunk on the science of things.

“How are you this calm? I am a Hylia-damned vampire!” he finally snapped.

There was a silence of a few seconds which felt like an eternity for Link. He finally said it out loud. The hope he had for himself, the lie he had been feeding in his head, the charade finally ended. He was a monster that fed on the blood of living beings.

“Oh Linky,” Purah was startled, but wasn’t scared at all. He was in agony.

“You won’t hurt me, I know you won’t.” she said calmly, as a matter of fact.

“How do you know?” Link asked again.

“Well, you remember the four bottles you found and then the one Impa gave you?”

Yes, he did. Those four bottles were what he rationed, as he was still trying to fool himself to believe they were some type of red potion. By the time he made it to stables and tried to drink an actual red potion, he knew what they were. However, he didn’t stop the lie. What shattered everything completely was when Impa gave him “a drink”.

Even then, he had hope.

Oh how arduous and torturous it was, each time he had a twinkle of reverie, to have it shattered. Where was his resolve coming from? What was this hero complex?

“Before we put you into the shrine, the princess knew the risks. Yet, you almost lost your life saving hers, and she just couldn’t leave it alone even though… Well, even though the shrines could have also been affected by the Calamity.” Purah started explaining.

“There was of course, never a guarantee that you would recover, even though I am a Sheikah myself, the technology is ancient and we didn’t know much about it really,” she just shrugged casually as she kept examining Link meanwhile visually. He felt exposed yet safe at the same time.

“Ah, do you mind?” she asked while pointing towards his mouth. “I wanna take a closer look,”

Link instinctively recoiled but then composed himself. “Uhm… Okay,” and opened his mouth slightly to give Purah a better look on his fangs.

“Yeah so, we prepared the bottles just in case, right after we placed you in the shrine. But again, the blood in the bottles is of course not just any blood.”

“Shom shyntetic blad, then?” Link tried asking while his mouth was still being examined by Purah.

“Oh no, we don’t have that technology! It is actually your own blood!” She spoke so casually, Link’s mouth opened even more.

“Ah good, lowering your jaw helps me to see a bit more!” she mumbled busily.

“Anyway, right when we were about to place you on the altar, I took a bit of your blood and distributed it to the small potion bottles, you know, ah, in case,” she shrugged. Apparently since Link was pretty much dead at that point anyway, she didn’t think it would be a big deal.

This woman…

Still, Link was glad. He was shocked yes, but knowing it was his own blood he consumed made his conscience for some reason feel better. It was his fault that he failed, why would he also take the blood from somebody else?

“But again, that’s not the reason that I’m not afraid of you. Well… Of course, you are Linky and that is a reason, but then there are also two other facts.” She withdrew and sat down again and started flipping through her notebook.

Link looked at Purah after running his tongue through his new fangs again, it was such an odd feeling, yet it still didn’t feel foreign.

“You know, you are the chosen hero, you pulled the Master Sword and all, though Zellie took it back to the woods after uhh, you know, the incident.”

For some reason, instead of making him feel better, the facts bit him. He was a chosen hero that failed, that was the only thing he could focus on. It was the only other thing he could focus on other than the dry itch in his throat. He tried dismissing the thoughts.

“You must have noticed though, after the bottle Impa gave you, your thirst must be even more under control. It should last a while, but at some point you will still probably need some uhm, nourishment. Luckily, you are going to the castle as soon as possible to help Zelda anyway, right?!” Purah was speaking like an Octorok spitting rapid stones.

Of course that was his plan. He wanted to help Zelda, even though he didn’t remember much, he knew it was his duty to do so. It was almost compelling, disturbing.

“What is in it? How can I have more?” He sincerely wanted to know. Compared to what he drank, his own blood, though the feeling of it had been icky, what Impa gave him was better, and he was able to control his urges better. He was able to go through the village, even while slowly walking, and he was able to focus on just carrying the torch. He didn’t think about the delicious treat flowing through the veins of the villagers…

No.

“Oh, well… That’s of course Zelly’s blood!”

If Link wasn’t already in a statue-like state, he would have frozen.

#zelda fandom #zelda fanfiction #fanfic #resurrection gone wrong #zelda au #botw au #link #zelda #impa #purah #purah says a bit more than intended #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #never though this chapter would come out but it did #wooo finally learned where the vials were from #not proof read #i really had to use the sanguine hunger line or id die

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jigsawjo · 1 year

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2022-12-18, 1000, “Ancient Bookshel”

#1000 #jigsaw puzzle #jigsaw #puzzle #jigsawpuzzle #mini #books #library #bookshelf #complete

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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Aww, Tommy being the one to step in when he has a breakdown is so sweet actually. And it totally makes sense with how he was the only one to see him as a fellow human being in the finale (besides Punz, ofc). Having him there to grease the wheels fits so well! And then at the end, finally finding comfort in his soft bed instead of thinking of it like another cell — oh that’s so warm and fuzzy. Maybe Tommy stays late into the night that time around. He doesn’t sleep and nobody else does either — he’s a rambunctious little shit — but he ropes them into playing little games together. Ones that Dream can play, too — or if he can’t do it on his own, Tommy forces someone else to step up to physically assist him as necessary. (“Move his chess pieces for him, Sam. …I think he wanted that one a little to the left actually —“ “He can’t run on his own, you dumb fuck! Carry him so I can chase you two down the hall!”) Maybe they even play some tickling games, especially at first when they’re trying to get him to smile again. (Tommy’s not really a gentle soul, though, so he basically just announces that whoever makes Dream cry Uncle first wins and goes for it.) (Nobody’s sure who won, because they’re idiots who forgot that they needed to take turns for that to work instead of going for him all at the same time.) (It was Dream. Dream won. :3)

Eventually, though, Tommy has to leave. It’s early in the morning and he’s finally tired and he needs to go back home for some stuff anyway. Dream doesn’t want to look like a baby so he doesn’t beg him to stay — even though he really wants to — instead gritting his teeth and watching sadly as he leaves.

But Sam and Quackity are gentle with him, still — even gentler than Tommy was, because as much as Tommy cares he’s still a rambunctious little shit. Sam goes and prepares a bowl of soup while Quackity cleans him up from head to toe. (Maybe the sponges tickle a bit. Quackity isn’t trying to wreck him, but maybe he can’t resist being just a little mean as he washes his ribs, tummy and feet.) Then Sam comes back as Quackity helps him slip into a fresh hospital gown, where he rests Dream in his lap while he spoonfeeds him his meal. Quackity uses this time to do the laundry.

(While they’re alone with him, they talk. Quackity mainly keeps the tone light and playful, but he acknowledges the torture seriously at one point at least. Sam’s conversation is more serious. He finds out some things about how the prison was planned, about how Dream trusted him with his body and soul. He holds him as he cries a bit — still angry, still scared, but on the road to recovery. They’re both much more aware of things by the end of the day.)

At the end of the day, they don’t leave him alone. Instead they get in bed with him, burying themselves in the bedding they was already there as well as all the shit they may or may not have dragged from their own sleeping spots in preparation for a long-term sleepover. Dream’s in the middle, warm and snug as he’s sandwiched between pillows and blankets and two former enemies who are trying their best to mend their relationship. (They were friends once upon a time. Maybe they can be friends again.)

ok i should’ve feckin answered this one before the tummy tickles one because of the sponge + domestic caring stuff fzgxgsw

(discussion below)

🦙🦙🦙…

i adore the idea of bath time basically equalling ‘tickle time’ for dream :(( that’s so cute. but it also kinda gives the opportunity for tickles to be a kind of regular thing in the AU. like it just becomes a bit of a comfort thing for dream because for once in his life he’s trusting others enough to not be in control. but as well as that, it’s rather nostalgic to him. it reminds him of the simpler times that he craves :((

i love the idea of tommy making sure to include him in games!!! like omg playing hide and seek, but forcing sam to carry dream around to find him. or forcing sam to hide dream and then just leaving him propped up behind a bookshelf while tommy goes on a dramatic search for him.

i also kinda of adore the idea of sam/quackity tickling tommy on behalf of dream?? like tommy being in a fun teasy mood and playfully tickling dream coz dream can’t fight back. but then sam/quackity offering to tickle tommy on dreams behalf. i just had the image of dreams hands finally healing enough to tickle tommy back :(( and like tommy just letting him and trying his hardest to not squirm away. or having quackity help hold him down while dream squeezing prods and skitters to the best of his ability. like getting all excited about the fact that he can finally give back tickles :(((

I LOVE THE SOUP THING like every time you write that cdream gets hot soup i damn near tear up :(( also sam and quackity having a sleepover in his bed of pillows and being all warm and smooshed and safe in the middle :(( i adore imagining quackity and sam taking over the role of caring for dream, while tommy takes on the role of entertainment aHH. and just the whole dynamic of the house taut they’re in gaining such a fun caring atmosphere i will cryyyy

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #i think this au is officially my favouriteeee #soup the destroyer #Soups Healing AU #lee!dream #ler!tommy #lee!tommy #ler!dream

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Analysis of Current Issues in Book Binding Quality

To meet the growing cultural and intellectual demands of the public, China's publishing and printing industry has exhibited strong momentum, with the number and variety of published books steadily increasing. In 2002, the country produced 171,000 different types of books, rising to approximately 190,000 in 2003. The demand for high-quality book binding has also escalated. While the printing industry has made significant advancements in printing technology and production capabilities, the current state of book binding quality remains a concern. This article provides a preliminary exploration and analysis of common issues in book binding quality.

Current Status of Book Binding Quality:

In order to ensure book quality, quality inspection authorities require major printing factories to submit books for inspection on schedule. Additionally, national book quality inspection departments conduct random checks in the market to assess book printing and binding quality. However, the results from the Printing Product Supervision and Testing Center of the General Administration of Press and Publication indicate that the overall quality of books in China is not satisfactory. Issues such as inaccuracies in text, ink color in printing, and especially binding problems persist, leading to frequent reports of text errors, pages falling apart, and insufficient or misplaced inserts.

Among books with quality issues, over 60% are attributed to post-print binding problems. These include wrinkles on folded pages, misplaced, intertwined, excess, or missing inserts, uneven book spines, page detachment in glued bindings, curled covers, delamination of laminated covers, and warping of hardcover bookshells. These binding problems not only hinder book quality but also reflect a relative lag in post-print binding standards in China.

Analysis of Binding Quality Issues:

The quality problems in book binding have underlying causes, often stemming from the collaboration between publishers and printing enterprises, as well as inadequate management and technology in binding enterprises.

1.Unreasonable Publishing Cycles:

Intense market competition has led publishers to shorten book publishing cycles, particularly in printing and binding stages. This rush results in a lack of meticulous craftsmanship, with some processes being skipped or expedited, such as not compressing and solidifying pages in perfect binding before insert placement.

2.Improper Material Usage:

To reduce costs, publishers may opt for lower-quality paper with rough surfaces and inconsistent whiteness. Printing and binding enterprises, in turn, may compromise on binding materials to maintain slim profit margins, leading to issues like poor adhesive quality or inappropriate seasonal glue use.

3.Faulty Equipment and Non-standard Manual Operations:

Small-scale binding enterprises, especially in rural areas, may lack advanced equipment and heavily rely on manual or low-level automated operations. This often results in non-standard practices, leading to various binding quality issues, such as improper folding of pages, uneven hand stitching affecting core quality, and lack of precision in cutting.

4.Low Worker Quality and Uneven Skill Levels:

Many small binding enterprises, especially in rural areas, hire workers with lower educational backgrounds and minimal formal training. High turnover and inadequate training lead to inconsistent skill levels, impacting the overall quality of the binding process.

5.Poor Production Environment:

The binding phase, often considered the least favorable in the printing industry, suffers from inadequate working conditions. Some binding facilities are located in rudimentary structures, lacking proper heating during winter. These conditions pose challenges in maintaining consistent product quality.

6.Inadequate Management:

Many binding enterprises lack comprehensive quality management systems and effective supervision mechanisms. Some avoid hiring dedicated quality inspectors or investing in necessary equipment, contributing to a lack of quality education for workers.

7.Low Wages:

Continuous downward pressure on printing and binding fees imposed by some publishers results in reduced profit margins for enterprises. This financial strain limits investments in equipment, improvements to working conditions, and the selection of suitable binding materials, contributing to a cycle of diminishing binding quality.

Strategies to Enhance Binding Quality:

To address these challenges and improve book binding quality, the printing and binding industry should prioritize several key areas:

1.Emphasize the Importance of Binding:

Acknowledge the vital role of binding in overall product quality. Company leaders should align product quality with the survival and profitability of the enterprise, emphasizing the importance of binding quality.

2.Adopt Scientific Practices:

Adhere to scientific binding principles. Violating established binding rules during production can compromise quality. It is crucial to pay attention to details and avoid deviating from operating procedures.

3.Use High-Quality and Appropriate Binding Materials:

Prioritize the use of high-quality, suitable materials for binding. Cutting costs on materials can lead to rejected products or reduced prices, causing additional losses for printing and binding enterprises.

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4.Invest in Equipment and Improve Production Environments:

Increase investment in specialized equipment for critical binding processes to enhance efficiency and ensure product uniformity. Improving working conditions can significantly impact the quality of post-print processing.

In conclusion, the factors influencing binding quality are diverse, but by focusing on critical aspects, emphasizing key technologies, and addressing minor details, significant improvements in the current state of book quality can be achieved. It is hoped that each enterprise and employee will genuinely prioritize binding quality, actively explore and resolve binding issues, and contribute to providing readers with more refined and high-quality cultural products.

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