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eunoiaastralwings · 1 year

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How Ardently

-ˋˏ ༻❁ characters erestor x lúthriel (my oc), maedhros, maglor, celegorm, @calistefinwe (@aeonianarchives 's oc), caranthir, curufin, ambarussa, nerdanel

-ˋˏ ༻❁ fandom tolkien- the silmarillion

-ˋˏ ༻❁ summary Lú learns an interesting and shocking connection between her lover and best friend requested by my wonderful friend @aeonianarchives

-ˋˏ ༻❁ a/n for content everyone this is based of a roleplay myself and Kaiden is doing - Erestor is Lú's canon love interest, whom we are also basing off as Cara's child - and well you know Dior, Lú's twin, could have possibly killed Cara too (he did in the rp au) and Faeron (who happens to be Cara's twins and one of Lú's best friends whom she lost connection after the ruin of Doriath but found again after Rivendell) had killed Dior too after well witnessing Cara's death - Fae didn't swear the oath btw :) ABSOLUTE CRACK

“It’ll be alright, meleth. . .” Erestor tightened his hold on Lúthriel’s hand – which made her look at him unsurely, but she gave him the most reassuring smile she could muster at the moment. Her nerves were getting the best of her – and she let out a shaking breath.

“Do you really think they’ll approve of me? – After everything my family and your family. . .-”

Lúthriel sighed not knowing how to even begin explaining their situation – it was a type of forbidden love. Erestor belonged to the Nolder family that caused ruin to her home and Lúthriel belonged to the Sindar family were their enemy.

“It was a long time ago.”

Erestor reassured her.

“Besides my uncles had taken in Lord Elrond and King Elros in their days – they raised and protected them. Everything will be fine, dîs nin. . .” (my bride).

He whispered – and tucked a lose strand of her dark hair behind her ear and looking into her green and blue eyes with so much reassurance Lúthriel felt like she was floating.

Lúthriel finally gave him a stern nod – holding her chin high to which Erestor smiled and finally knocked on the door to the banquet hall.

Lúthriel nervously straitened her mother’s hair pin she wore and her dress when the doorknob turned.

To her surprise a tall and freckled woman with bright auburn hair had opened the door. She smiled sweetly at them.

“There you are, come in. They are waiting for you.”

She said opening the door wide for them to enter – Lúthriel didn’t even need to look up but she could already sense many pairs of eyes on her.

“Oh, you have got to be joking me!”

Lúthriel looked up to see one of the silver-haired Feanorians glaring down at her with hatred. The silver eyes of Celegorm bore into her, but Lúthriel didn’t dare, she only glared back at him. She wanted to say something, but she bit down her tongue – Erestor caressed her knuckles hoping to calm her down.

“Tyelko, that’s enough!”

Nerdanel snapped – the fondness in her voice had suddenly disappeared.

Her gazed then shifted to his brother – she nervously avoided eye contact with Erestor’s father, but she smiled to the ellon who stood beside him, Faeron. They put their different aside and saved their friendship through understanding.

Lúthriel felt like she would have done the same thing – so she chose to forgive him and apologized to Faeron on behalf of Dior.

But for some strange reason today – Faeron had her arms crossed and somewhat glaring at her, which only made her frown at him. She silently gave him a questioning look and Faeron raised his sharp eyebrow as her.

Lúthriel was about to speak – but her betrothed beat her to it.

“Well – you have met my grandmother, Nerdanel.”

Erestor said and she smiled warmly at holding nothing by approval and fondness in her eyes for the Sindarin princess, which made her feel a little more at ease.

“And, you know my uncles. . .”

He said very awkwardly – gesturing to Nerdanel’s sons one by one.

“Maedhros, Maglor, Celegorm. . . – then there’s Curufin and the Ambarussa. . .”

Lúthriel had been too busy giving Celegorm murderous glares to notice Erestor had introduced Faeron as his uncle. Celegorm had a long line of history with her family – including kidnapping and lusting after beloved mother to a point her mother was almost shuddered in fear at the mention of his name.

She did not feel one bit of remorse when Dior had beheaded – her only pain was seeing Dior had to be one to do it. Seeing her own twin do the kill certainly took a toll on her.

Erestor slowly stood in front of her eye line and gently gestured her to Caranthir.

“My birth father, Caranthir – Morifinwë.”

Lúthriel’s sharp glares suddenly disappeared and she found herself gulping under his dark judgemental gaze. He really wasn’t called ‘Dark Finwë’ for nothing. She wanted to say something but she couldn’t – for the first time in her life she found herself unable to take a stand. This was the father of the ellon she loved, who also happens to be killed by her own twin.

Just when Lúthriel believed it could not get any of dramatic, Erestor finally gestured to the last Feanorian; Faeron or Calistefinwë – whim she thought she knew well enough as one of her best friends now.

“And finally, you know well enough here – Calistefinwë, my adopted father. He raised me.”

Erestor smiled softly at Lúthriel, knowing they were friends – but to his utter surprise Lúthriel looked too shocked, like his adopted father had grown two heads.

“What?!”

She suddenly shrieked – letting go off Erestor’s arm as she broke all proper etiquettes belonging to proper princess, which made Nerdanel throw her head back and laugh.

“I could ask you the same think, Lú! What the actual fuck?!”

Faeron shouted at her.

“You’re asking me that!”

She flared back – the sudden exchange making both Erestor and Caranthir shift unfortunately. Caranthir didn’t know where he stood in all this – it was his first time meeting his son whom he last saw as a toddler and now he was suddenly betrothed to, not only the twin sister of his killer, but she also happened to be a friend of his own twin?

“YES! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BROTHER TO YOU AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME FOR STEALING YOUR NIECE’S KIDS?!”

Faeron shot back.

“Aren’t we the one who took Elrond and Elros?”

Maglor suddenly questioned to Maedhros.

“I think he means after the War of Wrath.”

Maedhros replied – pinching the bridge of nose as their voices raised.

“I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE HIS ADOPTED FATHER, FAE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME!”

Nerdanel looked at them with curious eyes – this was certainly drama at its finest. She did not involve herself, unless another one of her sons chose to intervene.

“Well, this is quite dramatic!”

Celegorm stated – sitting back to enjoy how would this turn out for Lúthien’s daughter.

“Hope it ends terribly for her!”

He said and suddenly getting sharp glares from his non-occupied siblings, bar Curufin who looked like he rather wanted to leave this whole ordeal and meet up with his own son, Celebrimbor. But Celebrimbor purposely chose not to be here – as he still was not ready to come face-to-face with his father, but promised to his first cousin Erestor and Lúthriel in private afterwards.

“So, you’re telling me, if you had known he was my son you wouldn’t have fallen for him?”

Lúthriel let out something in between scoff and a laugh – Erestor looked at her concerned, perhaps a little scared too and Caranthir watched the emotions on Erestor’s face, realizing his features were an awful lot like his own, only missing his ruddy skin – Erestor had his mother’s slightly tanned skin.

“Fae, you know as much as I do how love works – it has no boundaries. I fell in love with him, even knowing he was a Feanorian, what makes you think I wouldn’t have fallen for him when knowing he was your son too!”

Lúthriel told him with a stern voice, making Nerdanel smirk – the more she saw this Sindarin elleth the more she approved her. Lúthriel reminded of herself, stubborn and won’t back down easily – and for Feanorian someone like that simply needed.

“Now, all I am asking you is for your blessing for your son and I, is that so hard?”

Lúthriel stated dramatically.

The Ambarussa came to sit beside their mother.

“How did see not know Erestor was adopted by her friend?”

Armod asked and Nerdanel chuckled.

“This is you brother Telpërinisquar we are talking about! When has he made it easy to understand and perhaps it never came up until now.”

Nerdanel replied with a shrug – fondly using the name she has given Faeron.

“Yes, it is hard! It’s you, you of all people with my son. MY SON.”

Caranthir then tried to say something – however it went in one ear and out the other.

“He’s actually my son, you know? Eve though you raised him. . .”

But Faeron paid no heed to his twin and shouted.

“LÚ YOU’RE CRAZY!”

“I don’t think we should keep talking about this. . .”

Erestor tried to say as he looked around the room with a sigh – certainly this wasn’t how he hoped it would go. His uncle Maedhros and Maglor looked like the were used to something like this – but it not mean they enjoyed it.

“Oh please, Fae! How am I crazy for falling in love? It is not like I fell in love with an orc! Besides! You always encouraged to try and court and fall in love!”

That middle sentence made Erestor raise an eyebrow at Lúthriel.

“Seriously?”

He questioned.

“Shh! Not now!”

She snapped at him.

“He is an orc when it comes to you and I never said my own son you missed the assignment!”

Faeron snapped suddenly – making Erestor look at him unbelievably. Both Erestor and Caranthir let out an offended scoff at the same – Caranthir somewhat smilrd at his son noticing he had some of his habits even though he did not raise him.

“How? How did miss it? You were specific Fae! You said I should date anyone! Anyone! Be it maiar, ellon or elleth! Erestor is an ellon!”

Lúthriel shot back.

“I thought you would know my son wouldn’t be part of ANYONE!”

Faeron shouted.

Every one in the room looked at one another awkwardly – this clearly wasn’t ending any time soon. However, Nerdanel still watched on making no move to end this – she clearly knew what was happening and perhaps that’s why no one chose to move.

“Excuse me! You make it sound like I was some sort of witch that wrongfully seduced your son!”

Lúthriel was not going to back down out of this – and Erestor regretted on telling her beforehand. He thought both of them would have been excited to know.

“Knowing your part maia.”

Faeron muttered.

“AND YOU'RE MARRIED TWO MAIAR - NEED I REMIND YOU ?!”

“He’s my son, his actual father is my twin here– what would he think of you worth his son!”

Faeron snapped – making Caranthir turn red as he was unexpectedly mentioned.”

“Can’t you are friends with the twin of my killer.”

Caranthir muttered to Faeron with small glare.

“She is friends with the killer of her own twin”

Faeron muttered back.

“Doesn’t make it any better”

Caranthir replied to his twin.

“To be honest it happened before your death I was pissy for a while and then friends again”

Faeron explain easily.

“Loving this family drama we have going on here!”

Celegorm decided to comment.

“Oh shut up, you are cause most of it most of the time!”

Faeron snapped at him.

“Are we done here? Can we get the blessings we came here for?”

Lúthriel spoke again – raising her eyebrow.

“No you are not getting any blessings from me!”

Faeron erupted.

“Ada. . .” (dad).

Erestor tried to intervene then – too shocked by Faeron’s behavior. He really wanted to pull the both them into another room and demand to stop this – but knowing his own stubborn lover and an even more stubborn father it wouldn’t be that simple.

His eyes twitched as he felt a headache coming on.

“How the hell not?”

Lúthriel suddenly cursed – surprising everyone in the room.

Armas chuckled.

“Nolder or not, I actually like her!”

He said – making faeron snapped his eyes at him.

“Don’t encourage her. And you know exactly why, Lú!”

He spoke to the both of them at the same time.

“Do you know how much trouble you have caused me?!”

He asked her.

“Yes you! - I do that on purpose! Not with Erestor!”

She smirked and leaned on Erestor again – hugging his arm and Erestor sighed in exhaustion.

“You are nothing but trouble did Ranya curse me to deal with you! I swear he may of done!”

Faeron questioned – referring to one of the Mandos’ horsemen; the youngest brother of his beloved.

“Maybe, so you going to give us your blessing now?”

The elleth smirked.

“If you are a curse, I will exercise you with exorcism!”

“I am no curse, Fae! JUST GIVE US YOUR BLESSING!! WE DONT HAVE ALL DAY”

Lúthriel exclaimed, throwing her hands.

“Then no. No blessing for you. You rush me to much and will be even more of a pain in the ass if i give it to you”

Faeron said – brushing her off.

“So no blessing?”

Lúthriel grumbled under her breath – Erester sighed out loud again and looking away to the side. He really regretted not telling either of them.

He debated whoever or not just leave them be – but they had promised to never walk put on each other. Erestor would break her heart if you would do such a thing.

“Yes none! No blessing and no other one of his fathers to get it from.”

“BUT IT IS WRONG TO GET MARRIED WITHOUT BLESSINGS!”

Lúthriel tried to explain – reaching to a point she was almost desperate and this would be the one time she would be doing for Erestor’s sake.

“I am saving my son from a life with maiar and a pain in the ass won't shut up. Half elf who always believes she is right and doesn't take a no as an answer, and is quite frankly reckless and will never listen, unless, it is to help with something she asked for help with and it is not saying something going against.”

Lúthriel let out something in between a scoff and a laugh as she said so – while his words somewhat stung, there was nothing he could or anyone could throw at her that would make her leave Erestor. Unless it was Erestor himself.

“Telpërinisquar!”

Now Nerdanel chose to step in – unsure what exactly her so was planning– calling him sternly by the name chosen by her.

But Faeron only send her a gaze – silently asking his beautiful mother wait, though he knew the impatience was starting to get the better of her.

“Fine! So be it! We do not need your blessing! We shall do this ourselves Fae! I will show I can make an excellent lover and wife to your son – I WILL SHOW YOU!”

Lúthriel chose to say and took Erestor’s hand again – she almost sighed out in relief as he held her tightly.

Even Erestor seemed to shocked by Faeron’s response and he hoped to have his birth father’s approval, but Caranthir only stood there looking with a frown on his eyes as if he was deep in thought.

“i was hoping you would say that, I would hate if my son chooses a push over, like i know you have been so many times before, but step out of line and you are ending up like your brother!”

Faeron finally said and delivered with a massive grin.

Lúthriel gaped at him for second her eyes widening – she decided to have him a murderous gaze and whacked Faeron’s shoulder.

“You little-”

She screamed – but Erestor immediately grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back, holding her back from attacking his father.

“Really?! You had be scared, Ada!”

Faeron rolled his eyes and muttered about taking the blessing away – and Lúthriel only retorted back with:

“You can’t take away a gift!”

“I can and I will – besides you should have known I would do this after all that training I gave you back in Doriath.”

But Lúthriel only muttered something incoherent under her breath and crossed her arms.

“Well – if that is all let me get the dinner out and so we can finally eat!”

Nerdanel announced going into the kitchen – Maglor willingly followed.

Lúthriel was about to as well – but not before whispering to Faeron and Erestor.

“Can I poison Celery’s food?”

Which Caranthi happened to overhear and he raised and eyebrow. Before Faeron would answer, the eldest twin answered first.

“Any other time, I probably would have said yes – but we promised our mother not to upset her this evening.”

Lúthriel sighed with a fine and walked herself over to the kitchen.

The food was sound with the help of Lúthriel and Nerdanel smiled at her gratefully. As they sat to eat – Nerdanel stirred away from hurtful topics with a stern voice and sharp glare to any one of her sons and the entire time Erestor held Lúthriel’s hand underneath the table. . . Never letting go.

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mrspritestories · 2 years

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Silly Screenshots (Mordeson)

A little experiment involving a oneshot plus screenshots.

Enjoy!

Rigby yawned for the third time in the past four minutes, as his eyes were locked on his phone, checking out social media to pass the time.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard, hearing someone wheezing nonstop. It culminated with him twisting his head, catching a glimpse of his best bud who conveyed a radiant smile.

Mordecai sat down next to him, firmly grasping his phone. "Dude! Like holy shit! You wanna see what I'm about to send Ben~?".

"Uhh~!". That directly got his attention as he tossed his phone aside, and scooted closer to his bud while looking down at his phone. "Yes!! Tell me, tell m-". He halted his excitement in favor of releasing a gasp at what his eyes were being witnessed to.

"Nooooooo". He conveyed, shaking his head and staring at his friend with fear in his eyes. "Naaaah, bruh. Don't do it! I get you two are weirdly gay and gross but don't push your luck, man! You keep saying he gives you a tougher time when you're off work, so... you might not even survive!!".

Mordecai rolled with eyes with a nonchalant smile on his beak. "Tsk! You're overreacting, dude! How bad can this frankly be~?".

"Wait, what?? DON'T-".

«Click»

“Y-You... You actually sent it...”. He said in astonishment before his eyes sparkled. “You absolute madman, man... That was fucking epic~!”. He grinned brightly looking back at his friend. “So... What kind of funeral you thinking of?”.

“Mm... I was thinking of balloons and playing Phil Collins jams nonstop for the next twelve hours...". He shrugged. "Why do you ask?”.

“Pff~! You ain’t breathing in this world for long, bruh! Might as well be prepared for the worst!”.

“Oh, really~? Do you believe that~?”.

Rigby blinked. “Umm... duh! Why wouldn’t I be right-”.

«Ding»

The two were quick to look at the phone, only for Rigby’s eyes to inflate.

“What the fuck?! He said yes???”. He exclaimed gripping the tuft of fur hair above his head. “HOW?! Bro, I don’t know how you did it... but you somehow managed to officially break Benson! Like... I don’t know if I should be proud or... terrified of you”.

The blue jay put up his hand, showcasing his palm at his friend. “Ah-ah~ Don’t react so soon, dude. This is just the beginning~”.

Rigby raised an eyebrow, but before he could make a retort, another notification popped into the jay’s phone.

While the racoon was observing this in perplexity, the tall bird was already laughing in hysteria.

And watching his behavior led Rigby to shrug. “Wow...”. He expressed, almost impressed. “He really wants it... like... real bad. Like, holy shit”.

“Nah~! It’s not over yet, dude~! Watch~!”.

«Ding»

On that note, the two began roaring in laughter holding onto the couch for dear life.

“W-What the fuck~?! Ahahah~!! Dude, what did you do~??”.

“Ahahah~!!”. He tried to de-stress, but his body was vibrating with such joy. “B-Bro, I messed around with Benson’s settings! I made it so whenever he says no, it automatically autocorrects to yes!! Ahahah~!”.

“WHaAaaaaaAAAAAt~?! That’s fucking hilarious!!”.

The two continued to snicker like idiots before eventually decompressing, leaning their backs on the couch.

Very satisfied.

“Awww, man~ That was funny~! Made my day!”. He grinned, as the two fist bumped.

“Ahaha~! Same, bro~! Same~!”.

Mordecai peeked down at his phone, as he commenced typing a message.

«Ding»

“Pfff~ Love ya too, babe~!”.

#regular show #mordeson #fanfiction #fanfic #??? kinda #just experimenting #shoutout to my friend for showing me this msg fake app #had fun #stupid little story #oneshot #fun writing #mrspritestories

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leeg · 1 year

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It was something beautiful.

It was something beautiful, like a warm breeze grazing the tiny hairs on ones body.

Lips the color of oak, above and cherry blossoms, below. Eyes of warmth, kind, but stern.

A youthful appearance with a mind much older. To some, they’d be considered odd or weird, to others, saintly or special. To themself human, nothing more, nothing less.

They way they viewed the world, no, humans, was that of a broken record, that needed constant repairs. To them, the world made sense, humans...did not.

It wasn’t the compassion, caring and creativity amongst them that irked them. It was the inability for them to go beyond the sting, a bruise of their ego when questioned.

Why expect to be saved? To save the world, when humans make it so difficult?

Or, when they try to, they’re met with mockery? Re-inventing the next big thing when it relies so heavily on previous next big things? Is it to fight boredom? or are they afraid of a world that knows peace?

Not the peace that relies on everyone to be overtly friendly, one that allows themselves to expand their cages, one that actually allows others to explore themselves in a manner that neither causes their own destruction or demise.

One without the burdens of the past, mistakes of the past, who now dictate the future of those who never even existed, nor hold those old mindsets from above their fading clouds and illusionary thrones.

#writing prompt #Fun Writing #art #tumblr #instagram #TiKToK #youtube

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13-frinfransstudios · 10 months

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for the first time I will be joining Camp NaNoWriMo~!!!! WOOP WOOP LESSSGOOOOWWW~~!!!!

Do be my buddy on NaNoWriMo and let's talk and write together~!!!

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lala3244 · 1 year

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Sortir du lit est une histoire (référence à la série Community)

Getting out of bed is a story (Community show reference)

Je regardais la série et Abed a sorti ça et ça m'a donné l'envie d'écrire quelque chose. Dites moi ce que vous en pensez!

I was watching the serie when Abed said this and it gave me the idea to describe getting out of bed! Tell me what you think about it ! :)

FRENCH FIRST ENGLISH AFTER :)

Elle se réveille, elle sent la couette qui la couvre, juste la tête dépasse posée sur l’oreiller et tournée vers la fenêtre. Elle réalise qu’elle est bien dans son lit, pas comme hier où elle s’était endormie sur le canapé. Elle écoute, elle n’entend que les oiseaux qui piaillent dehors. Elle ouvre les yeux, il fait déjà jour. La lumière passe à travers les volets roulants qui n’ont pas été fermés jusqu’au bout. Elle voit ce qu’il y a dans sa chambre, la fenêtre qu’il faut changer, l’armoire noire qui débordent de vêtements rangés à la va-vite, le bout de son lit et la forme de ses jambes sous la couette. Sa tête tourne rapidement à sa gauche et regarde le deuxième oreiller du lit. Elle n’y voit pas de tête qui dort. Elle se doute alors de l’heure qu’il peut être. Elle n’a pas entendu de réveil ce matin. Tant mieux.

Elle devait être bien fatiguée. Elle cherche à entendre du bruit provenant de la cuisine, indiquant qu’il est toujours dans la maison et précisant encore plus l’heure qu’il est. Silence. Peut-être est-il parti? Peut-être qu’il fait autre chose qui ne fait pas de bruit? Elle attend encore un peu. Elle tourne le haut de son corps et sort son bras gauche pour attraper son téléphone. Elle regarde l’heure. Elle fait le calcul dans sa tête. Elle a bien dormi 8h. Elle se rappelle s'être réveillée 2 fois dans la nuit. Encore. Comme toutes les nuits. Cette fois, elle est endormie aussitôt. Elle est contente. Elle n’est pas fatiguée mais il est encore tôt. Elle aimerait se rendormir. Elle se remet dans un position confortable et referme les yeux. Elle veut laisser son esprit divaguer mais il ne veut pas. En général, une fois réveillée, elle reste éveillée. Agacée, elle s’assoit sur son lit, les pieds touchent le sol. Elle voit ses grosses chaussettes par terre et les attrape.

Elle les met, la droite d’abord puis la gauche comme tous les matins. Elle ne se rend pas compte de ce rituel matinal. Puis elle met ses chaussons. Elle les met avec difficulté car ses chaussettes sont trop grosses. Et comme tous les matins, elle râle intérieurement à ses chaussons. Elle fait du bruit en essayant de les remettre mais personne ne dort dans la maison silencieuse. Elle n’allume aucune lumière. Elle connaît le chemin par cœur. En chemin, elle prend sa robe de chambre qui est accrochée sur la porte de la chambre. Elle descend lentement les escaliers en faisant claquer ses chaussons sur chaque marche. Plus personne ne dort dans la maison. Elle se dirige vers la cuisine. Cette fois, elle allume la lumière. Il fait toujours sombre dans cette cuisine. Pendant qu’elle allume la machine à café, elle se demande ce qu’elle va manger et comment elle a faim. Il fait froid dans la cuisine. La pâte à tartiner va être dure et impossible à tartiner, elle rigole à l’ironie de sa pensée. Elle ouvre un tiroir et voit des petits gâteaux, elle en prend un et le mange. Elle va récupérer sa tasse qui est à l’entrée et retourne dans la cuisine. Elle se met devant la machine à café et y introduit la capsule. Les lumières de la machine ont arrêté de clignoter. Elle appuie sur le bouton pour faire un expresso, elle attend quelques instants que le liquide finisse de couler. Elle appuie une deuxième fois, cette fois elle laisse son doigt dessus. Au milieu du coulement du café, elle appuie sur le bouton. Juste assez de café pour le boire avec une cigarette. Chaque matin, elle s’en veut de fumer, mais chaque matin, elle continue. Elle se dirige vers l’entrée, là où son tabac se trouve. Elle prend un filtre du sachet qu’elle met dans sa bouche puis elle prend une feuille du paquet. Elle prend le tabac et en prend une pincée et l’étale sur la feuille. Elle ajoute le filtre puis commence à rouler. Elle lèche le papier puis le colle pour faire un espèce de cône plus ou moins droit. Elle sort par la porte d’entrée tout en prenant son café et sa cigarette. Elle referme la porte derrière elle puis s’assoit sur le pas de la porte. Elle pose son café par terre puis sort son briquet de sa poche de robe de chambre. Elle allume sa cigarette en aspirant la fumée qui en émerge. Elle souffle la fumée, met son briquet dans sa poche et prend son téléphone de son autre poche. Elle fait le même rituel. Les mêmes jeux, les mêmes applications. Elle finit son café en même temps que sa cigarette qu’elle écrase sur le côté du pas de porte et jette le mégot dans le cendrier. Elle se lève en prenant sa tasse et met son téléphone sur la tasse. Elle regarde à travers la vitre de la porte et voit son chat qui attend sur le radiateur à côté de la porte. Il est en train de miauler. Elle ouvre la porte en faisant attention de ne pas toucher son chat avec. Elle met sa main libre sur le chat et en profite pour lui faire un bisou. C’est la première fois qu’elle le voit ce matin. Elle tient toujours le chat pour ne pas qu’il sorte le temps qu’elle ferme la porte avec ses pieds. Une fois la porte fermée, elle lâche le chat et pose sa tasse à l’entrée et récupère son téléphone. Elle va dans le salon et s’assoit sur le canapé. Sa journée commence enfin.

She wakes up, she feels the duvet that covers her body, only her head pokes resting on the pillow and turned towards the window. She realises that she is in her bed, unlike yesterday when she fell asleep on the sofa. She listens, she only hears the birds that are singing outside. She opens her eyes, it’s daytime already. The lights passes through the stores that aren’t closed properly. She sees everything in her bedroom, the window that needs to be changed, the black wardrobe full of clothes, untidied; the end of her bed and the form of her legs under the duvet. Her head snaps to her left and looks at the second pillow. She doesn’t see a head sleeping. She wonders at the time. She didn’t hear an alarm this morning. Good. She must have been really tired. She is looking for noises coming from the kitchen. Silence. Maybe has he gone? Maybe he is doing something else that doesn’t make any noise? She waits for a bit. She turns her bust and take her left arm out of the duvet to get her phone. She looks at the time. She thinks about the amount of time she has left this night. She has slept 8 hours. She remembers that she woke up twice during the night. Again. Like every night. This time, she fell asleep rapidly. She is happy. She is not tired but it is still early. She would like to sleep again. She puts herself in a comfortable position and closes her eyes. She wants to let her mind wander but it doesn’t. Usually, once she is awake, she stays awake. Annoyed, she sits up on her bed, her feet touching the floor. She sees her big socks on the floor and takes them. She puts them on, first the right one then the left one as every morning. She doesn’t even realise this is a morning ritual. Then she puts on her slippers. She has difficulty to put them on because of her socks. And like every mornings, she growls quietly at her slippers. She makes noises while trying to put them on in a more comfortable way but nobody sleeps in the quiet house. She doesn’t turn the lights on. She knows the way. On her way, she grabs her dressing gown which is hanging on her bedroom door. She goes down the stairs slowly slamming her slippers on each step. Nobody sleep in the house anymore. She goes towards the kitchen. This time, she turns the lights on, it is always dark in this kitchen. While she is turning coffee machine on, she is wondering what she is going to eat and how much she is really hungry. It is cold in the kitchen. The chocolate spread is going to be hard and difficult to spread, she laughs at the irony of her thought. She opens a drawer and sees some biscuits, she takes one and eats it. She goes to take her mug from the entrance and goes back to the kitchen. She puts herself in front of the coffee machine and introduces the coffee pod inside it. The lights of the machine have stopped flashing. She pushes on the espresso button, she waits for the liquid to stop flowing. She pushes a second time, this time she leaves her finger on top of it. In the middle of the flow, she presses the button. Just enough coffee to drink it with a cigarette. Every morning, she regrets smoking, but every morning, she carries on. She goes towards the entrance, where the tobacco is. She takes a filter out of the bag and puts it in her mouth then she takes a paper out of the packet. She takes the tobacco and takes a small amount and spreads it on the paper. She adds the filter and starts to roll. She licks the paper and sticks it to make a kind of cone more or less straight. She goes out the entrance door while taking her coffee and her cigarette. She closes the door behind her then she sits down on the step to her door. She puts her cup on the floor then takes her lighter out of her dressing gown’s pocket. She lights her cigarette inhaling the smoke emerging from it. She exhales the smoke, puts the lighter back to her pocket and grabs her phone from the other pocket. She has the same ritual. The same game, the same applications. She finishes her coffee with her cigarette which she crushes against the step and throws the cigarette’s butt in the ashtray.

She gets up taking her cup and puts her mobile on the cup. She looks through the door’s window and sees her cat waiting on the radiator next to the door. He is miaowing. She opens the door careful to not touch her cat with it. She puts her free hand on the car and takes the opportunity to kiss him. It is the first time she sees him this morning. She still holds the car so that he doesn’t go outside while she closes the door with her feet. Once the door closed, she lets her cat go and leaves the cup at the entrance and takes her phone. She goes to the lounge and sits down on the sofa. Her day finally starts.

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You said anything, right? So... I have two characters whoshare a friend group, one is very charismatic and everybody likes her. The other is more of a rich loner. He secretly like her, but the issue is... Never written any form of romance. I don't know how to say he has feelings for her subtly. I have no idea what I am doing, and you said ask you anything.

Hello Nonny!

I am honored you sent me such a lovely Ask!

First off, I am no professional. So I apologize if this answer is terrible/cheesy advice, or doesn't answer your question at all. Also, I apologize now, this got away from me and ended up being kinda long lol

From everything I've read: fanfics, published books, advice on Google, etc... - they all have one thing in common. "Show, don't tell." I know, seems vague, right? And can be a real struggle at times, but that seems to be the common denominator.

Second off, I live this reality lol sort of. My hubby just doesn't…really…like people…in general. So I've learned a lot just by being in a relationship with him and have learned that a man of few words speaks with his actions.

Now, if you're wanting something more specific, I have a few suggestions.

Your rich loner (may I call him Loner Boy?); is he awkward and shy? Is he confident in his abilities? (whatever they may be). Does he spend a lot of time with the girl? Or does he like her from afar? Maybe have him do something nice for the charismatic girl (whom I shall affectionately call Charisma) that she doesn't know about. He's rich, yes? Does Charisma like material things? Have Loner Boy buy her something. Heck, have him buy her something anyway, just to see if Charisma does like material things (maybe he'll learn something lol). She doesn't necessarily have to know in the moment that he bought it for her if you don't want her to. Maybe Loner Boy could do something as simple as carrying something for her. Doesn't necessarily have to be something heavy, especially if he's more on the lanky side (unless he's got super strength or a crazy cool prosthetic arm or something, of course- Wait. Does he have arms?) Is he naturally a nice person? Towards everyone? If not, being nice to Charisma would show his partiality.

I have a friend who love love loves the little touches: brush of the hand, accidental shoulder/leg bumps, that sort of thing-

OMG! Does Loner Boy like reading? Does Charisma like reading? I always find it funny when a guy reads a girl's favorite book (or vice versa) despite not being much of a reader/hating the genre LOL

Anyway... Maybe he writes poems about her in a journal and she ends up with it somehow? Or the same, but with a sketchbook.

Then there's always the things we can't control among things we don't even realize we're doing until it's too late: dilated eyes, the instinct to touch the other person, staring, smiles, awkward blabbering, leaning towards each other, finding everything about them to be amazing lol and so on.

I tend to base aspects of my characters off of people I know. For example, I told you my hubby speaks with his actions more than words. So, I ask myself (sometimes I ask him lol) what he would do in this situation.

With all that being said, I also follow @dearwriters (and many others who I can't think of at the moment, sorry guys) who posts some awesome stuff about writing who would likely, and is more qualified, to give better writing advice than me. Also, I Googled and found a few promising links: Romance 101, Not Schmaltzy, and 3 Great Ways. Take note; I did not read these lol I just thought they looked promising.

I hoped this helped at least a little! Thanks for the ask! And if you decide to post your story somewhere, let me know. I would love to read it! Or tag me if you post it here on Tumblr.

Most of all, have fun writing!

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rainypaperangel · 2 years

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A hero decides they want to change the villain - heal them, make them better, because they KNOW there's good in them! ... the villain knows it too, but it's just so darn fun being evil! They let the hero tag along though, it's like having a self-feeding pet.

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ppatricia34me · 2 years

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Something sinister around my waist

(Athers note: this is my frist story on doctor strange, Just so you know this is going to be Self-indulgent, also it might have spoilers in it even if i have not seen any moves, i have read Plenty of x reader and clips lol.) (Also please take this as An Au.) (Also I'm sorry I haven't posted anything twisted wonderland based, I just really like this evil guy lol)

(POV Patricia)

It was a quite day, Stephen was out checking up on other realities and i was home in the Sanctum, watching dishes alone, i was free to play my music without worry of bothering anyone, once the last dish was done i paused my music only to hear a Familiar sparking noise, i smiled as i poked my head out of the kitchen only to see noone, soon i feailt a pare of arms wrap arond me from behind.

“Dariling, I’ve missed you, It feels like i was gone For a millennia or maybe an eternity!” Stephen spoke into the side of my neck, his lips lightly Yet desperately leaving kisses.

I blushed, he was never one to be super Affectionate, only sometimes, I leand into his toch trying to Soak up this rare opportunity, i lightly Stretched my arms out to rech for the mans hair, i lightly played with it, thats when he Finally looked up at me, he looked Different than his usual appearance, His facial hair slightly longer, His hair slightly longer and a little more dishevelled, his Clothes were darker, And he looked so so tired.

“S..Stephen, Are you ok, did something happen?” i asked Cupping the man's face, he was qwick to hold my small hands.

“Everythings fine now that i have you in my arm!” he Sweetly spoke.

My checks Felt hot and it felt as if a million butterflies were fluttering in my stomach, his worlds and Affectionate gesture's feailt so sweet, like a peace of candy.

“W..Whant me to run you a bath, than after we could watch some T.V and cuddle!” I smiled looking into his deep blue eyes.

He leand in and placed a deep kiss to my forehead. “That would be lovely~!” he smirked, I giggled like a scool girl, and Excitedly ran to the bathroom, he fallowd after.

The bathroom was a nice size for the Amount of people who lived there, It had grey marble flooring and Grey marble walls, With a few accent walls such as black marble and Tile that also looked marbled to match, the tub was white with gold faucets.

I was qwick to grabe the bathbooms and Shampoo from the shelf, I Let out an excited squeal, It wasnt everyday i got to do this, Stephen was a very Reserved man.

I turned on the weather and dropped the pink bathboom in, it Smelt like roses, I soon turend arond to see Stephen smiling softly. “Oh I can leave if you need to change!” I blushed, Feeling like i over stayed.

He took my hand, he bright it to his lips. “Please stay!” he spoke above a whisper. I smiled softlyly up at him. “No problem!” I blushed shyley.

He leand over and shut off the Water, i blushed and giggled.

“Now to enjoy the fruits of your labor~!” he smirked, he soon took his shirt off, I blushed and looked away, soon I heard the sound of weather splashing, I looked over to find him in the tub with a smirk.

He wiggled his figer to me, I blushed and walked over to the tube, siteing on its Edge.

“What would you like me to do?” I asked blushing lighty.

“Could you wash my back and hair Darling!” he spoke.

I smiled as i leaned over sightly and grabbed the scrubbing brush, I put some suop on and begane to skrube, he let out a few Satisfied hums and Arched his back, i cuped my hands and poured water over his back.

I than grabbed the Shampoo and began to rub it in his hair, his body relaxed as he leand into me.

“This is Heavenly my darling~!” he spoke lovely, his arms coming out of the weather, he soon fond my hips and Stroke them lightly.

I giggled and washed the Shampoo from his hair, i ran my fighters throw it, i pressed a kiss on the top of his head.

(an hour later)

Stephen and I sat on the Couch, I rested my head on his shoulder, I had given him His favourite pair of Grey sweatpants and his university sweater, it was nice to just Relax with him, soon I heard a knock at the door that brought me out of my thoughts, I Got up slightly confused. “I wonder whos at the door?” I spoke Feeling a bit uneasy, But I push the feeling aside and Walk to the door.

I Slowly opened it only to find, The man that was sitting on the couch with me, Staring at me with a couple of cuts on his face, His outfit with his usual, Dark blue robes and a red cape, My face went white. “B..But we were Sitting together on the couch!” I Shuttered, I Backed away slowly only for my back to hit The affectionate mans.

“GET AWAY FROM HER SINISTER!” The Man in the door spoke, The Familiar sparking noise accompanied him as he put up his magical Disc.

Suddenly I was Harshly grabbed from my back by the affectionate man. “NO SHE LOVES ME, I’M NOT LETING HER GO ANGAN!’he spoke Purple radiating from his other hand.

Stephen looked at me, his eyes worried, He lowered his hands.

“Just let her go, and we can talk!” Stephen Calmly spoke.

Sinister looked down at me, his grip slowly Loosening, once free i backed away so i was out of both mens way, Sinister stpted Forward but Stephen was qwick to step in.

“I think you need to go back to your Dimension!’ Stephen Calmly spoke.

“No, Not with out her!” Sinister Spoke his voice breaking slightly, Stephen took his Arm opening a portal.

I looked betwine both men, my hart and mind racing a Mile-a-minute,than an idea hite me. “W..Wait, I have an idea…I could vist him, every other Thursday, but only for an hour!” i spoke up, the tow men looked at ech other. “Are you sure, He can be a bit Obsessive!” Stephen spoke Voice echoing with skepticism, Sinister rolled his eyes at Stephen but softed when looking at me.

“I’m sure, But Sinister, dont make me Regret my decision!” i spoke.

“You have my word and my hart darling!” he smiled, he than Left into the portal.

Stephen smiled at me, walking over to me and Bringing me into a warm embrace.

I smiled Burying my face in his chest, gratefully it was him.

(The end)

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