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Post sex and fantasy movies is where it’s at
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Iconic elements of Film!Boromir's character that everyone remembers;
Very into Aragorn, has multiple meaningful scenes with him where he is clearly disarmed, awed, unnerved and yet eager for his approval and companionship. His acceptance of Aragorn's right to the kingship is treated as a vital part of his character arc and even his last words before his death are entirely about Aragorn.
Awkward, often stalling or stumbling over his words, says things that leave uncomfortable silences and often makes loud declarations of intent, very earnest in all his mannerisms and always says everything in a guileless way. Very upfront and open about his emotions, to the point of making Aragorn uncomfortable in his attempts to connect with him about his fear for Gondor's safety and his own inner turmoil surrounding his father.
Immediately ring-obsessed. He argues with Elrond about the Ring's usage and clearly is not swayed by further arguments, in fact is sent by his father specifically to get the ring and so is technically a traitorous element in the fellowship from day one. Eagerly ensures he has a place in the fellowship at the Council of Elrond and is blatantly suspicious with his treatment of both Frodo and the Ring from then on. No one in the fellowship trusts him and for good reason.
Kinda a liability! Doesn't really offer anything to the Fellowship other than another sword arm, and one that seems sub-par in comparison to his comrades considering his underestimation of the Hobbits and the multiple times he has to be saved in Moria. Has no real expertise or wisdom to offer, barring obvious declarations like 'this will be the death of the hobbits'. Indeed the one moment of apparent unique wisdom he offers 'one cannot simply walk into mordor' is so widely viewed as foolish advice that it's one of the most enduring memes of the internet to date. Only has one moment of apparent skill in his final stand against the Uruks where he kills about 5 by himself before he is hit by 3 arrows and rendered helpless. Very much characterised as 'the normal guy' and 'the himbo'.
Has a nice, supportive and loving relationship with Faramir, his little brother that looks up to him adoringly and with a sense that he could never measure up to Boromir and that Boromir is his better. Protective of faramir.
Hah that was fun and now, completely unrelated, here are TRUE AND IMPORTANT FACTS ABOUT BOOK!BOROMIR!!
Has one (1) line of dialogue about Aragorn and his kingship that essentially reads 'Well I don't care about Kings but if mythic heroes from legend could come and help my people we'd be grateful (press x to doubt)' and then he NEVER! VOICES A SINGLE OTHER OPINION ABOUT ARAGORN! FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE. This includes his very last words which don't mention Aragorn or the Kingship once.
Clear-spoken! Makes concise speeches full of relevant and important information when in an official capacity. Always has a tone of well-meaning half-humourous sarcasm, making casual and comfortable jokes at his own expense or sometimes lightly teasing his fellows. Otherwise restrains his disagreements to darkly humourous complaints, strained and weary reactions or clear unemotional declarations of his concerns depending upon the recipient. Takes the phrase 'you'll have to pry my feelings from my cold dead hands' entirely literally, NEVER reveals the true extent of his internal struggles until the moment he is literally dying. In fact is entirely silent whilst Aragorn is asked to describe Gondor and waxes so lyrical he doesn't even notice Boromir get up and leave.
Asks one (1) clarifying question at the Council of Elrond about why they aren't using the ring, accepts the answer entirely and never mentions it again UNTIL Galadriel tempts him with it in Lothlorien. Doesn't even WANT to go on the fellowship and is more dragged along by Aragorn with the pretext that 'Gondor is on the way to Mordor so we'll tag along.' Is utterly trustworthy and has no ulterior motive in arriving in Rivendell other than his search for an answer to his prophetic dream. In fact his whole behaviour and personality changes immediately after Galadriel's mental interrogation and he BECOMES awkward, unnerving and unsure in his speech all of a sudden.
Has a WEALTH of knowledge, experience and personal skill that he uses to save the fellowship multiple times. Saves them all from freezing to death on Caradhras through his preparedness, his arguing with Gandalf and his personal durability. Hacks the head off wargs when they are attacked in the night. Remains lucid whilst the fellowship is paralyzed with fear by the Balrog and stalls it's approach using his horn to allow them time to flee. Fights alongside Aragorn at every opportunity, including charging with him at the Balrog as Gandalf is fighting it. And not only that, he regularly is proven right in his advice (that is rarely heeded) and is well informed on both his own peoples history and Rohan's position, even against Gandalf and Aragorn's doubt of their character. Actually saves Merry and Pippin initially from the Northern orcs whom he drives away entirely before he begins taking them back to the others, is only stalled when they are ambushed by Uruk-Hai. Continues to fight on even with far more than three arrows in him and actually yanks a few out before collapsing against the tree. Definitely not a normal guy, nor a himbo, just exceptional in a more mundane way than everyone else in the fellowship (except the Hobbits).
Never mentions his brother a single time, somehow got him to stand and defend the bridge of osgiliath with him whilst knowing that it would likely kill them both so not all that protective. Faramir meanwhile cannot say a single uncomplicatedly complimentary thing about his brother and in fact cannot stop telling Frodo (a man he has imprisoned for half a day), about what a stupid, reckless and prideful man Boromir was and how he's far better in every single way.
WOW HAHA ISN'T THAT INTERESTING! COOL! Book Boromir is my favourite character by the way haha I'm suffering incomprehensible horrors :)
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(likely a modern AU so the timeline fits)
Eddie feels so very, very torn about the Hobbit movies. He loves the music and hums "the Misty Mountains Cold" before he can catch himself, but he not very silently screams about all the crap that was added for no reason and, the bad CGI? A travesty, your honor! He glares at the screen when Legolas appears and utters "where the fuck did you come from?", he loves the casting choice for Bilbo but absolutely roasts the idiotic way that the screenwriters butchered Bilbo's relationship with the dwarves and the way it evolved.
But the thing he never forgives those movies for is that unbelievably idiotic love triangle and the way it made others tear up when Eddie's soul temporarily left his body to punch Peter Jackson. Because it DOES. NOT. MAKE. SENSE. There was no development. The flirting was bad, trust him, he knows what good flirting looks like and this ain't it. Eddie hates it with passion, especially the scene that overshadows the incredibly powerful one with Thorin's death. He is PISSED. The scene is so so SO lazy and Thrandúil did not deserve this disrespect. Shit, even the weird added ginger elf Tauriel did not deserve it. Yes, we're talking this scene:
Eddie mocks the shit out of this. He gobbles up all the memes and there is a 50/50 chance in the months after he saw the fateful scene that his contempt for it would bubble up.
"Hey Eddie," asks Steve whe he sees Eddie between moving boxes when they finally find an apartment together . "Why aren't you packing?"
And Eddie, instead of saying "I'm taking a break," clutches his chest and chokes out, "because it was real, Steve!"
When Eddie goes to buy groceries and Steve unpacks them, he notices that Eddie bought two bags of potatoes instead of one. "Why did you get two?" he asks.
Eddie rummages through his pockets and produces the receipt. "Because the discount was real!" he says with a mock sob and points at the potatoes being 30% off.
And Steve is a patient man, he really is, but when Eddie tells him that the claws were real as a response to his question why is Eddie all scratched from their cat and refuses to elaborate, he threatens that if it doesn't stop being real, he's going to get a set of the Hobbit movie posters for his side of the bedroom and proudly display them.
Eddie bitches, moans, threatens, but eventually he moves past the idiotic love triangle.
When they lie together, falling asleep, Eddie mutters into Steve's neck "I can't believe that stupid threat worked on me. Why would you even thing about something like that?"
Steve turns to him with a deadpan expression and says:
"Because it was real."
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddie#steddie drabble#stranger things drabble#steddie watches hobbit#one half of steddie hates certain parts of hobbit
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The Number One Exercise for Relieving Work-Related Stress (Click to Find Out!)
Fandom: The Hobbit/The Silmarillion
Relationship: Maglor/Thranduil
Summary: Maglor, who earned her place in Mirkwood serving in defense of the realm, has a plan for alleviating the queen's stress, and naturally it involves a great many jewels.
Length: 5.6k
AN: Fill for this kink meme prompt for the Noldor and their jewelry kink. See AO3 or SWG for a bonus poem.
AO3 | Pillowfort | SWG
Maglor tilted her head to the left until the earring nearly lay flat against the side of her neck in the mirror. Then, she tilted her head to the right. Too much? She took the polished wood and rat-bone earrings out, then decided that was not enough, and put them back in. She scrutinized the kohl she had put around her eyes. She squinted at the necklaces layered onto her bare bosom. She felt her foot growing numb under her naked ass.
She pawed through Thranduil’s earrings again, and examined the ones she had already laid out on the vanity as possibilities, humming a little aria to herself. She could only wear so many of them (despite her earlier impulse to call in a jeweler to add a few more piercings to her ears). It was imperative to find the most comely combination possible. Moreover, while Thranduil’s taste was equally in accessories of wood, bone, amber, and other softer materials, Maglor’s preference was for metal and jewels, so it was these she sought above all else in Thranduil’s collection. (However, there was something to be said for bedecking herself specifically in Wood-elf fashion.)
Thranduil had been engaged in negotiations with Dale for the last three weeks. They would come to an agreement, of course, the queen had told her languidly over an evening glass of wine, but the Men were impatient, which made Thranduil annoyed, and so she would let the process drag on by Elvish time. The Men were chewing their fingernails through to be done with what was meant to be a very routine trade treaty renewal and would therefore be willing to make the few concessions Thranduil sought.
But work was work, and with negotiations expected to wrap up shortly—that day, even!—Maglor thought it was past time she alleviated some of Thranduil’s weariness.
When at last she was satisfied with the shape and size and colors and number of adornments she wore, she reached for the jar of blush-pink paste and borrowed a bit to smear on each of her delicate brown cheeks. Then, on further consideration, rubbed a bit onto each nipple as well, pleased with the extra-rosy look it gave them. She sat back on the bench and observed her image in the mirror.
Her hair, which had regained its old glossy sheen in the centuries since she had first arrived in Mirkwood and began a proper diet again, she had woven into a careful updo on the back of her head. It was the custom of the Wood-elves to wear their hair down frequently, which meant that baring the back of the neck could be as risqué for them as a low neckline or tight trousers. For Maglor, who would have sooner perished than leave the house in Tirion with her hair down (at least, not without some effort at artful dishevelment) it was still at times surprising to see the queen greet guests without a single lock pinned up.
Nevertheless, Maglor had adapted quickly, and was keen to take advantage of customs that might hold Thranduil’s attention. However, it was equally important she wore it in a way that Thranduil could quickly and easily take it down. Therefore, Maglor had spent forty minutes twisting it up into something that could be let down with just one movement to remove the lethal hairpin holding everything in place. All the advantage of baring her neck, still with the promise of having her hair pulled.
She pressed her breasts together and let them fall back into place. She mimicked pulling at the necklaces around her throat. She felt a toasty glow in her chest at the feeling of Thranduil’s jewels against the heat of her body. She tilted her head at a coquettish angle and batted her eyelashes at her reflection, and then she heard the front door.
Morgoth’s fires! She had taken too long! Now she had no time to plan how to stretch herself out on the bed in the most appealing way, but there was no time to lament that. Stumbling off the bench, she flung herself at the bed, which was done too aggressively and threw her into the decorative pillows, where she flailed around for a moment trying to catch her bearings.
“…Maglor?”
Namo, why! Maglor righted herself on the broad bed and looked up, slightly frazzled (she could feel her hair still in place, thank Ilúvatar), to see her lover in the doorway.
Thranduil was dressed for receiving foreign dignitaries, which meant she was, naturally, resplendent. A crown woven of the forest’s offerings circled her golden head, and the jewels Maglor hadn’t been able to pilfer shone at her ears and her throat and her long-fingered hands, and her robes were a luscious green that seemed almost to shift in shade when she moved. Thranduil tended to a leaner figure than Maglor, slim in the chest, broad in the shoulder, with eyes so green it seemed a part of the forest had crawled into her and become a part thereof. Maglor blushed just to see her, and to know this woman wanted her at any time.
“Hello,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Are you well?” Thranduil asked pointedly, raising an eyebrow as Maglor slid into a more flirtatious pose, stretching herself out on the covers, displaying the evidence of her theft.
“How fare the negotiations?” Maglor asked, ignoring the question and propping her head up with one hand to flutter her dark lashes at Thranduil. She shifted her thighs, pleased to see Thranduil’s eyes flick to the nest of wiry black hair between her legs.
“Well enough,” Thranduil answered, giving Maglor a look as if she suspected her of shenanigans (a suspicion WHOLLY unjustified in Maglor’s view). The queen reached up and removed her crown, and while Maglor regretted Thranduil’s weariness, there was still something stirred in her heart (and lower, too) at the sight of Thranduil’s regal exhaustion. How endlessly she works for the kingdom, Maglor sighed dreamily. “We have come to agreement; the morrow will be some last entertainment for our guests, and then they will be gone, I believe. Seldom are Men content to be at rest.” She set the crown down on her vanity.
“I am glad to hear it,” Maglor said, swinging her legs off the bed when Thranduil did not immediately come to her. “You have been tireless at the task; you have long earned rest.”
“I shan’t refuse it,” Thranduil sighed, and Maglor came nearer and insinuated herself up against Thranduil’s chest, when the queen was not taking enough of a suggestion.
“Let me help,” she simpered, and while the similarity of their height (and Thranduil was tall among the Sindar!) made it hard to bat her eyes up at Thranduil, she made the effort anyway. “Permit me to alleviate your stress.”
“I am tired, Maglor,” said Thranduil gently, placing her hands on Maglor’s shoulders.
“This I know,” said Maglor. “Therefore allow me! You need do nothing at all; I shall care for you.” She pressed her nakedness against Thranduil, curling her hands on Thranduil’s chest, tilting her chin up. “Allow me to take such weights from your mind, my love,” she breathed, breathing in the smell of rain and damp moss that hung around the Elvenqueen.
Thranduil’s hand went automatically to Maglor’s waist, and Maglor then surged up and pressed her mouth to Thranduil’s, and the queen did not draw away, but allowed Maglor to coax her into the kiss, until Maglor felt she tingled with warmth from head to toe.
“Are those my earrings?” Thranduil asked when they separated, and Maglor almost melted to the floor in frustration. Certainly, Sindar did not place quite the same cultural importance on jewelry that the Noldor did, but honestly!
“Indeed,” she said, her voice unsteady only briefly as she quickly switched tracks from utter despair. “Indeed I have many things of yours, my lady.” She took Thranduil’s hands and slid one of the rings from Thranduil’s hand onto her own, smiling, then touched Thranduil’s hands to the earrings she wore. “These.” She pressed Thranduil’s hands to the necklaces at her chest. “These.” Lower, she cupped Thranduil’s hands around her bare breasts and smiled. “These.” She traced Thranduil’s fingers down to the parsley bed below her bellybutton and the corners of her mouth turned up more sharply. “This.”
Thranduil had that slow, thoughtful look on her face that thrilled Maglor to think she was winning.
“Let me give what aid I may,” she wheedled, stretching her arms around Thranduil’s neck, leaning the weight of her body against Thranduil. “This I can do for you,” she murmured against Thranduil’s ear. “If this lovesick fool is good for little else, she may do this at the least.”
The tip of Thranduil’s ear was flushed and Maglor cheered silently. This was often the only signal that she had flustered or aroused her love.
“Very well,” Thranduil said, as if she were giving in to doing Maglor a favor. “On the bed.” She pointed, and Maglor danced away from her on light feet to fall onto the bed in a tumble of jewels, watching with shining eyes as Thranduil shrugged out of her heavier outer robe, leaving her in the closely-fit inner tunic which cinched so fetchingly against her waist and that first curve of her hips. Heat bubbled in Maglor’s gut and her chest and she sighed with pleasure supreme as Thranduil began to weave her hair back into a simple three-strand braid. She had grown accustomed to this habit of Thranduil’s and was delighted to envision Thranduil preparing to go to work on her.
“Is such theft a courtship ritual among the Noldor?” Thranduil drawled as she toed her shoes off and then approached the bed.
“No,” Maglor said, shivering, feeling the sharp beat of her heart. “Yet it may…it may gain the attention of one desired. Lovers may share many things, may they not?” Maglor had certainly delighted Noldorin lovers past by bedecking herself in their jewels and presenting herself for a good fucking.
Thranduil might disagree, but Maglor would forever maintain that her new ruby earrings from Erebor had been what led to the consummation of long-simmering interest between herself and the queen.
Thranduil shed most of her own jewelry before approaching the bed, and Maglor promptly raised herself up on her knees to capture another kiss from Thranduil when she came within reach. It was several long moments of this before Thranduil could push Maglor down on the mattress and disengage her mouth.
“Allegedly this is for my benefit,” said Thranduil, “yet it seems you who feels neglected.” Maglor made a little moue unbecoming of a former general.
“Never did I use the word neglected,” she objected.
“Yet you cry neglect should I leave the room for five minutes or more.”
“I do not!” Maglor lied emphatically.
“You might have chosen a partner with a less bothersome career,” said Thranduil
“No,” Maglor said, her face softening. “No, I could not have.”
Thranduil silenced any further romanticizing on Maglor’s part with another kiss, and this time Maglor made no disguise of arching up against her, winding her arms around Thranduil’s neck to pull her down flush against Maglor’s bare body. Thranduil was poised with one foot still on the floor when Maglor pressed her hands greedily against the queen’s breasts through her tunic and stole yet another kiss from her.
“Was it long you waited for me here?” Thranduil murmured, lowering her mouth to Maglor’s throat; Maglor’s head fell back in prompt and wanton abandon.
“Terribly long,” Maglor lied breathily, combing her hands through Thranduil’s loose, pale gold hair, warmth spreading throughout her body at Thranduil’s touch. “An eternity.”
“An eternity, hm?” Thranduil moved further down still, lapped at one of Maglor’s nipples, and then made a repulsed noise and drew back. “Did you put something on your skin?” she asked, and Maglor’s cheeks flushed.
“Ah, well…only a little. Harmless, really. I sought an effect of color...”
Thranduil gave her a look clearly torn between being exasperated and deeply entertained, and at last she shook her head. Then she licked her thumb good and moist and wiped the blush away from Maglor’s nipples.
“Another way I know to achieve that effect,” she murmured, and Maglor yelped and sighed, aching wonderfully as Thranduil nibbled at her breasts.
“Ah…as always I…ohh…I defer to the wisdom of my…” Maglor’s hand fisted in Thranduil’s hair and she gave up speaking for the time being.
Thranduil drew back and thrust her fingers into Maglor’s face.
“Open,” she said, using her queen’s command voice that turned Maglor’s insides to liquid. Maglor’s lips parted and she eagerly took Thranduil’s fingers into her mouth, sucking the fervor, and delighted to see the tips of her lover’s ears glow at her shameless enthusiasm. “Come here.” Eventually she managed to free her fingers from Maglor’s greedy tongue and moved back off the bed, beckoning Maglor to the edge, where she sat and spread her legs without hesitation, desirous that Thranduil should see how wet and ready she was for her.
Thranduil traced her fingertips lightly down Maglor’s thighs, and Maglor twitched her head to make her earrings rattle.
“Have I pleased my lady?” she could not help but ask. “With this sight?” She fingered the necklaces at her breast.
“Always the sight of you pleases me,” Thranduil murmured, as often too sincere for Maglor’s flirtatious banter. “Let me return the favor.”
“Oh, but you mustn’t think me not just as pleased with the sight of you.” Maglor completed this sentence only with great determination and several octaves higher than it had begun as Thranduil’s fingers brushed through the coarse black hair below her bellybutton and began to tease at the glistening seam of her lips. “You need not even speak and already I—ah. Already I am—at your whim—” Maglor’s determination to keep talking decreased by order of magnitude as Thranduil’s fingers pressed deeper into her, until those same digits slicked with Maglor’s own saliva breached her entrance and Maglor fell back onto the mattress, jewels singing, legs miles apart, breasts quivering with her gasping breaths.
“Since you have gone through such remarkable effort,” Thranduil was saying then, fingers working with agonizing slowness in and out of Maglor’s cunt, stroking her most obligingly, “I feel I should do the same. What say you? Would you prefer a toy?”
Maglor’s garbled moan could not have been less coherent. Thranduil had a habit of turning her silver-tongued Noldo into a probable victim of head trauma. Maglor adored it.
“As you…as you prefer, of course,” she got out at last, squirming on the bed, canting her hips up towards Thranduil’s hand. What she wanted more than anything was to have more, and she did not at all care for the notion of Thranduil leaving her even for a moment.
“Then a toy it shall be,” said Thranduil, and Maglor could wail at the sudden emptiness and the absence of Thranduil’s reaching fingers. “Go and fetch it.”
Maglor sat up, dizzy, and thought perhaps she ought to have spent fewer of the last couple decades coaxing Thranduil to be rougher and harsher with her. Thranduil’s objections were two-fold, being for one that she was not naturally inclined to harshness. Sternness perhaps (and how Maglor had thought of that with a hand pressed between her own legs for centuries!), but not mean, and particularly in intimacy inclined to gentleness and generosity.
The other prong of her resistance was, alas, Maglor’s own doing. Maglor’s psyche had been, to speak obliquely, delicate when first she arrived in Mirkwood just before the turn of the Second Age’s second millennium. She had tried most ardently to convince Thranduil that a bit of roughness in bed would help more than harm, but the many occasions on which she had wept at Thranduil’s simplest touch did not much convince the queen of the therapeutic value of calling her a slut. Still, Maglor was nothing if not determined to get what she wanted.
Now, though, as she was forced, wet and throbbing, to climb off the bed and go dig up one of Thranduil’s phalluses, she considered that she had empowered this woman far too much.
“The harness as well,” Thranduil directed.
“As you wish.” Anything to get Thranduil’s hands back on her!
She returned to Thranduil as quick as she could with both items, but rather than hand them over, leaned in for a kiss.
“Distracted?” Thranduil murmured against Maglor’s lips.
“You are still dressed,” Maglor lamented, one of few things for which she would put off her own satisfaction. “Allow me to assist.” She cast the toy and harness aside on the bed and reached for Thranduil’s tunic clasps. The corners of the queen’s mouth twitched in near a smile and she allowed Maglor to take her time running her hands up and down Thranduil’s lapels before she began to undo the clasps one at a time. Patience was not often something Maglor had in abundance, but let it not be said she could not enjoy the unwrapping of her lover!
When Maglor cast aside Thranduil’s shift, dropping it into the pile of her other things which they had made nearby, she gestured as if gazing upon a masterpiece for the first time.
“Your beauty only grows manifold with each time I see you!” she cried, and kissed Thranduil’s breast. Once more her arms went about Thranduil’s neck and she buried her face into the crook of Thranduil’s neck, kissing and sucking at the warm skin. Here, wordlessly, she took one of Thranduil’s broad hands and set it against the back of her head; this signal the queen understood. She tugged at the pin in Maglor’s hair and set those coal black waves tumbling down over Maglor’s shoulders. Thranduil’s hands carded through her hair and Maglor made wordless noises of pleasure, laving her tongue against Thranduil’s collarbone.
With some aid, she wrapped her well-muscled legs around Thranduil’s hips until she was clinging to her like a starfish, wet against Thranduil’s bared stomach, with Thranduil’s hands hooked underneath her. Maglor nuzzled against Thranduil’s neck, into the soft fall of her hair, breathing in the smell of her.
“If too long I think on this,” she murmured, “still it seems a dream to me, for such happiness cannot be the due of Kanafinwë Makalaurë.” Her grip on Thranduil tightened, though not for fear of falling. One of Thranduil’s hands moved up to her back, stroking soothingly down her spine.
“’tis all real, this I promise,” Thranduil assured her quietly. “Let me show you.” She managed to untangle Maglor from her, and then tossed her onto the bed as if she were an unruly child.
“Such displays of affection!” Maglor cried in faux outrage from where she’d sunk into the mattress. “My reward for declarations of love and loyalty!” She let her voice quaver melodramatically as if on the verge of tears.
“If such things stir you not, you must be already in the waking world,” Thranduil pointed out and Maglor could see the glint of amusement in her eyes.
“How I should have listened to the tales of the cruelty of the terrible Elvenqueen!” Maglor wailed.
“Tsk. Does my jabbering jay wish for her pleasure or not? If so, she would do best hand over the object of it.” Maglor slid the toy into the harness and rose once more from the bed to help Thranduil step into it. The queen was more than capable of doing it herself, and Maglor often liked to watch, but she took pleasure too in the intimacy of installing the device which was to take her apart, nestling it with great care against the moss bed of Thranduil’s sex.
When it was settled, Maglor gave the toy a few teasing strokes with her hand before returning unbidden to the bed. She settled back against the pillows and spread her legs in welcome, adjusting her necklaces and earrings to make sure they were all pleasingly arranged.
“How do you think it suits me, your jewelry?” Since Thranduil had not taken enough notice of this, Maglor was forced to use more direct and less coy means. It was not ideal, but she was still convinced she could bring Thranduil around to the notion of wearing another’s jewels as a form of intimacy. “I chose very carefully,” she added, dragging a thumb over her lower lip.
“My vanity appears thoroughly ravished,” Thranduil agreed, glancing back at it, drawing a pout from Maglor at even this brief lapse in her direct attention.
“How she comments more readily on the furniture than on myself, when I have put such effort into appearing fair and comely for her!” Maglor cried. A smile quirked the corner of Thranduil’s mouth as she turned, sobering slightly, back to Maglor.
“When one feels a thing but lightly, is it not easier of which to speak?” she said.
“So I hear from others,” Maglor admitted. She herself had never been one to shy from sharing her feelings; indeed, as a youth, she had languished in them. How many tragedies and troubles had she dreamed up for herself in Tirion so that she could sit on some high window sill above the yellowing trees and write lengthy and florid laments about her woes? But now…
Now Maglor spent those fall mornings laying on a cushion on the balcony with Thranduil, listening to her remark on the color of the leaves, and holding a cup of tea to her chest, and she thought there was no higher expenditure of time on Arda. What worth was there in fantastical tragedies when Maglor cupped such joy in her hands?
“Yet it is your thoughts I crave above all others,” Maglor said.
“As ever, I have not your gift for words of praise,” said Thranduil, coming nearer, kneeling on the bed and moving towards Maglor. “Yet I believe the fashion of this kingdom looks well on you, and to my eye there is no fairer Elf in all the realm.” This was patently biased, as Maglor was far from the fairest of Mirkwood—nay, she had been not even the fairest of her family—but she was quite content for Thranduil to be so biased.
Thranduil’s fingers swept up Maglor’s thighs and she lowered her head to kiss against the plump flesh. In Mirkwood, Maglor was fitter and more well-fed than she had been since she commanded the troops of the Gap, and had been training regularly for war. Something skeletal and wasted she had been when she arrived, but she had filled out to full health since then, and Thranduil seemed to take particular pleasure in Maglor’s strong, firm thighs. Often Maglor left the royal apartment with the evidence of Thranduil’s appreciation bruising the soft inner skin.
“Then I wonder that you have not glanced upon a mirror, my love!” Maglor smiled as she spoke, for it buoyed something in her chest she had long believed sunken and drowned to banter words so playfully with another, particularly with this other.
“And what game of yours, to beg sweet words off me and then refuse them?” Thranduil asked, giving Maglor’s thigh a pinch and making her gasp.
“Sweet words I said, not untruths,” Maglor teased.
“I give you my truths; if you recognize them not, I believe this to be no fault of mine.”
Maglor wanted to have a snappy reply to this as well, but as happened so often with her anymore—how her youthful self would have wailed and torn her hair and covered her eyes to see it!—she was simply overwhelmed at the notion of being loved and desired, and so she kissed Thranduil instead, drawing her near until the queen’s breasts brushed against her own.
“Tell me not that my little minstrel is out of words?” Thranduil never missed an opportunity to tease Maglor for such responses, but it thrilled her to hear, and such terms as ‘my little minstrel’ were equally a delight, more so because Maglor could imagine some trace of possessiveness behind it, even if Thranduil appeared to be the least possessive person Maglor had ever encountered (at times, to her frustration!)
“Out of words, Maglor? Never!” boasted she. “Very fine ones I have, ones just for you. Lean closer, and I shall whisper them to you.” Thranduil obeyed, and Maglor smoothed the hair away from Thranduil’s ear and drew in her breath and put her mouth just beside it to whisper: “I want your cock.”
Thranduil snorted and dropped her head at once before raising her face to look at Maglor, her lips pressed thin in amusement. She traced her fingers over the necklaces laying askew across Maglor’s breast, lingering, Maglor thought, with some appreciation.
“Far be it from my place to deny such eloquence,” she replied dryly, and Maglor gave an anticipatory wriggle on the bed. Thranduil took a moment to thumb at Maglor’s clit until she was mewling before using her fingers to part Maglor’s lips and ease in the tip of the toy.
Learning one another had been, thus far, an experience for the pair, neither of whom believed they would ever have a lover again. Thranduil was centuries into grieving her lost wife—who had sired their only daughter, Legolas—when first Maglor had arrived, and Maglor, for obvious reasons, simply assumed no one would ever wish to touch her or look on her with love or desire again. While the sheer headiness of her early encounters with Thranduil were not something she would ever trade, there was, she found, a domestic kind of bliss in having settled into something more regular, more comfortable, and less likely to leave her bawling at a simple touch or an innocuous compliment. It helped that she’d had centuries of serving Thranduil as one of her subjects and gaining, if Maglor could venture to say, some measure of her respect before either of them had even hinted at breaching a romance.
It was, therefore, Maglor’s utmost pleasure to be taken into Thranduil’s arms and thoroughly loved (though truthfully, with how she had worked herself up and Thranduil’s fingers earlier, she did not last terribly long). The toy stretched her beautifully (though not as much as some of the others she might have chosen) and the strain of it thrilled her with a liquid heat that bubbled up in her gut and flowed outward. Maglor, ever a connoisseur of sound, focused to shivering delight on the wet sound of Thranduil’s toy thrusting in and out of her; the shifting of the bed beneath them; the rattle of her many jewels; and her own needy grunting and moaning as she rolled her hips up, trying to drive the toy deeper.
When her climax burst and spread in tingling waves throughout her, Maglor groaned on the tail end of one last Oh, Thranduil, I’m so close! Thranduil did not remove the toy until Maglor stilled entirely, which she must have learned Maglor preferred—indeed, Maglor often pleaded to be fucked through her orgasm, relishing the sense of overstimulation.
“Does your mind rest easier now?” Thranduil asked, drawing back.
“Your mind…” Maglor said incoherently, making an equally senseless gesture with one hand above her head.
“Mhm.” Thranduil slid off the bed and busied herself shimmying out of the harness. Pushing through her post-coital fog, Maglor lunged upright, Thranduil’s jewels jangling, and scrambled to the edge of the bed to throw her arms around Thranduil’s waist and pull the queen back against her.
“Say not it is time for your departure,” she pleaded. “I have not yet done as I said, I have given you no pleasure yet.”
“How can that be?” Thranduil said, twisting in her arms. “When you have just sung so prettily for me?”
Maglor flushed, pleased, and stroked Thranduil’s pale belly.
“Yet I would give you more,” she insisted. Thranduil touched Maglor’s cheek gently and then leaned in to kiss her.
“I am tired, and tonight I would demand too great an effort for too little a reward,” she said. “I am content with your pleasure.” She detached herself from Maglor to toss the used toy into the laundry pile to be washed later, but to Maglor’s relief returned not to work, but to the bed.
“Are you sure?” Maglor fretted, scooting back to make room for Thranduil.
“Will you not remove some of that silly costume?” Thranduil asked instead, gesturing at the chest worth of jewels Maglor wore.
“Silly!” Maglor cried. “’tis a display most sensuous by my reckoning!”
“You may not lay against me in so many jewels; neither have I a wish to caress a porcupine.”
“My efforts are wholly unappreciated!” Maglor removed herself from the bed and as quickly as she might removed all but one of the necklaces—a solid, simple ruby in silver which rested quite fetchingly against her chest, just above the space between her breasts and complemented the tone of her skin quite well—and all of the earrings but a pair of golden cuffs. Then she returned and snuggled into Thranduil’s waiting arms, something deep in her chest letting out a relieved sigh to be clasped so near and so lovingly. Still it seemed to her a thing new and wonderous, relative to the interminable stretch of numbing isolation and deprivation which had characterized her life after the end of the First Age.
She pressed kisses to Thranduil’s shoulder and collar and then propped herself up to look down into those mossy green eyes. So long a study had she made of Thranduil’s eyes in the years of her time in Mirkwood that she felt confident it was not her imagination that she could see just a slight difference between Thranduil’s natural eye and the blind one she covered with a glamor spell (Elvish healing both natural and assisted might erase scars of most sources, but dragon fire was beyond even their ken).
“Your thoughts seem very loud,” said Thranduil after some moments of silence, reaching up to brush her fingers over Maglor’s cheek.
“Still I wonder that such bounty is mine,” Maglor confessed, tracing a finger over the elegant curve of Thranduil’s lower lip. “To live so long in yearning and disbelief…makes a dream of a reality so long desired.” She lowered her head and pressed a tender kiss to Thranduil’s lips.
“Should you require more proof, there is the bath there,” Thranduil offered, and Maglor huffed. Would she ever forgive Thranduil for the instance of throwing Maglor, naked and helpless, into the icy water of Thranduil’s spring-water bath for a laugh? Perhaps eventually. Perhaps when Galadriel admitted to a mistake.
But then Maglor’s face sobered.
“I am speaking truly, though,” she said. She stroked the familiar, beloved lines of Thranduil’s face. “You saved me,” she said softly. “’tis a debt I shall never repay.”
“I—”
“You did,” Maglor insisted. And Maglor would never be convinced otherwise. When first she had wandered inland, seeking she did not know what, she had not meant to step into the realm of a former Doriathrim. Of course Thranduil had captured her eventually; Maglor knew nothing of the forest, not this one nor any other, and the light in her eyes gave her away for what she was, even if she had sought to disguise it. It mattered little to her—by then she had glimpsed at a distance the queen abroad in the woods and her heart was set on her, or so it seemed to Maglor. It was after Thranduil showed her mercy, in the form of a probationary period rather than an immediate kiss from Thranduil’s blade, that Maglor knew she was in love.
“When one has seen oneself a given way for so long, it becomes immutable, or so it seems,” Maglor went on. “You cannot know what a gift it is for another to suggest you might be otherwise.” Thranduil did not object this time, and Maglor drew her thumb gently along Thranduil’s cheekbone, over the soft skin under her eye. “That person I was before, I would not be her again, not if it were a choice betwixt her and death. But ‘twas you that showed me she was not all that was left to me.”
Initially, Thranduil’s long silences had troubled Maglor, often making her fear the queen was displeased. Now, and at this moment in particular, she appreciated that Thranduil was giving her words the consideration it seemed they were due.
At length she said: “Then I am glad.” Her fingers lingered on Maglor’s face, and after a pause, she added: “I know this path has not always been smooth. Yet you have persisted. It is…reassuring, perhaps, to know that such change is possible, and there are those willing to make the effort.”
“And I shall keep trying,” Maglor declared, feeling that rush of determined protectiveness which had become the way she characterized her duty to Thranduil, a feeling like nothing she had experienced since she had last been entrusted with something, with the defense of the Gap. In the long centuries since then, she had come to believe she simply was not capable of being trusted with keeping anything safe, but she had now new things to guard: Thranduil, and Thranduil’s home, and Thranduil’s happiness, and it seemed to her there was no nobler cause to which to dedicate what remained of her life in Middle-earth.
Thranduil said nothing more on it, but leaned up and kissed her, and Maglor sank back down into her arms, and felt again that at last—at long, long last after endless wanderings abroad, alone, wind-burned and sunbaked and hoary with regret, Maglor had come to a place she believed she would never reach again: home.
#the silmarillion#the hobbit#maglor#thranduil#maglor x thranduil#tolkien tag#fanfiction#tolkien fanfiction#rocky writes#sapphictolkien
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Masterlist
A/n: we love committing to something right before the busy season of my job and starting labs for my major.
Tag List: @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagram @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @jeonqqin @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @yangs-jeongin @binniebutter @orangegyu @little-precious-baby @raethethey @sofie296 @love-letters-2-jisungie @bluejayboys
SMIY Tag List: @sanccharine
Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader
Genre: Series, Fluff, Angst, Comedy, Idol au, Secret Relationship
Updates: Completed
Warnings: Cursing, Privacy Invasion, Dieting, Overworking, 18+Themes (eventually)
Summary: Privacy. Normalcy. Love. Y/n was ready to give all of that up when she became an idol. She was more than happy with the absence of those qualities in her life until a certain six foot mountain of sunshine and chaos was cast opposite her in her first drama. Confronted with the fact that she no longer knows what she wants; Y/n must decide if he’s truly worth giving up the life she’s dreamed of…and how much damage she’ll let happen before she makes a decision.
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Profiles Part One (Ateez)
Profiles Part Two (JINXX)
1. Pointy Elbows
2. Spit Fire
3. The Water Bottle
4. This Behemoth
5. The Uncle From Guam
6. Sunbae (🖋)
7. Bro
8. Stupid Goof Fuck
9. Finally Now It’s My Time
10. Playing Hooky (🖋)
11. I Made This Awkward (🖋)
12. 82.4%?
13. Big Ass SAT Word
14. Battle of Lockscreens
15. Genius Idea
16. Boss Bitch
17. Best Friend’s Brother
18. Taeyong
19. Come Eat Meee
20. SEONGHWA HYUNG
21: Addicted
22. @ bby_yn Stan Account
23. Seatmates
24. Hongjoong the Wise Old Tree
25. Screw Reincarnation (🖋)
26. Glitter, Orgasms, and Self Esteem
27. Don’t Look At Other Oppas
28. Green Eyed Monster
29. Alexa, Play Now or Never
30. Subtweeting
31. Not A Total Lie
32. You’ve Got to Be Fucking Kidding Me
33. Fuck You, Hobbit
34. Matz Wine Time
35. Horny Song (title tbd)
36: Progress Not Perfection
37. Shadow in the Night
38. The Tour Fairy
39. You Do Drugs????
40. Queer Baiting
41. 15 Hours
42. Something With Tequila
43. Girly Pop
44. What’s The Point Of Knocking (🖋)
45. Playground Dating
46. 4 Days, 3 Hours, and 27 Minutes
47. Feet Pics
48. Melon Head
49. Himbo Agenda
50. Fan War
51. Cyber Bullied
52. This Bitch
53. Sugar Baby
54. Concerned in Swidish
55. 6 Million Punching Bags
56. Exposed (🖋)
57. Grapes
58. The Truth
59. Suteki
60. Big Biggie
61. Not Your Fandom
62. Missed Calls
63. I’m Outside🖤
64. How Does This Make You Feel?
65: Yeosang’s Credit Card
66. Ice Cream
67. Mister Monster
68. The Universe is a Masochist
69. Unbiased But Not Really (🖋)
70. Boca Boca
71. Choo Choo
72. Meme War
73. Dipshit
74. Xanax
75. Special Kind of Joy
76. 💛
77. My Knees (Finale)
#jeong yunho#jeong yunho imagines#jeong yunho smau#jeong yunho idol au#jeong yunho imagine#jeong yunho angst#jeong yunho fluff#jeong yunho smut#jeong yunho oneshot#jeong yunho secret relationship au#jeong yunho au imagine#jeong yunho au#ateez angst#ateez scenarios#ateez#ateez au imagine#ateez au imagines#ateez imagines#ateez smau#ateez reactions#ateez social media au#ateez soulmate au#ateez masterlist#ateez idol au#ateez preferences#ateez secret relationship au#kpop imagines#rubber ducky you're the one
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Tag meme
Tagged by @hecatesbroom, thank you, love!
Last song: Pure Imagination by Gene Wilder from Willy Wonka's and the Chocolate Factory. I don't know, when it is really cosy and rainy I like to hear vintage songs and oldies, but this one specifically was in my head today, which is curious because it has been years since I last heard it.
Last Book: Currently re-reading The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, honestly it's been so long since the last time, I'm feeling nostalgic, like it is the first time :)
Last Movie: Late Night With the Devil (2023) and it is so cool, I'm just sad they used a bit of AI for a couple little things instead of calling actual artists, but nonetheless the film is marvellous, and it brought back full force my crush of David Dastmalchian!
Last TV Show: Re-watching Game of Thrones bc I'm thinking abt a small ass idea I had for a fic the first time I watched, and it came back to haunt me last month.
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I would usually say spicy, but I'm in NEED of a big moist piece of dark chocolate cake that I can't have, so I'll say sweet this once ;-;
Relationship status: Single, but sometimes I wish someone could [REDACTED] me, lol
Last thing I googled: where exactly is the “pituitary gland”, I don't know why, I just realized that I didn't know.
Current obsession(s): I'm in some kind of limbo where I have a huge amount of old obsessions coming back at once, like, David Datstamalchian, Gareth Snook, Aidan Gillen and Bea Arthur (bc apparently I obsess over the character and THEN the performer). So I'm not sure which one is my current one, but if you have a look at my archive you'll know haha
Looking Forward To: The end of my professor's strike, so I can normalize my classes, but it will take 4 months or until the government pay them their salaries (and mine bc I'm also a teacher). Also, the overcome of my writer's block, lol.
tag 9 people: no pressure! @aflockofbees @littleredwritingcat @madsmilfelsen @everythingbutresolved @sardinepastawater @apbajs @agirlinherhead @oudexnz @nbraraeaves and anyone who feels like! 💜
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Eyyyyy, I forgot to tag you in the self rec meme, so I'm tagging you now! Hit me with your top five!
Thank you so much! It seems we're all cheating and doing six instead of five, so I'll do the same because I'm indecisive. :D Here are mine:
and I will love with urgency, but not with haste (T, Aegnor/Andreth, 3.1k): Aegnor and Andreth spend a summer evening in a glade near the shores of the Aeluin. I wrote this for the Gates of Summer event last year, and it holds a special place in my heart as one of the first Tolkien fics I posted.
As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf (T, Celegorm & Eöl, 1.8k): Eöl meets Celegorm while pursuing Aredhel and Maeglin, and things go very badly for him. This was one of my pieces for Tolkien Gen Week this year, and it was a fun exercise in writing from the POV of a non-sympathetic, definitely-in-the-wrong character.
Here at Journey’s End (G, Frodo & Legolas, 1.6k): Frodo and Legolas stay in Middle-earth for those they love. @dreamingthroughthenoise mentioned how little Frodo and Legolas’ relationship is focused on in the fandom, and it got my brain spinning and this was the result. This fic is also to blame for igniting my interest in Hobbit and Elf friendships, which culminated in my Periannath a Edhelrim series.
in the hills of dorthonion (G, Aegnor/Andreth, 4.1k): Aegnor and Andreth get to know each other in the woods and hills of Dorthonion. This is a Secret Santa fic I wrote covering their first meeting and the very beginning of their relationship, with a side of cultural exchange.
Over Seas of Starlight (G, Frodo & Gandalf, 3.7k): On the journey West, Frodo discovers Gandalf's true nature and learns of the country that will soon be his home. This is another fic I wrote for this year’s Tolkien Gen Week, and it holds a special place in my heart for the sheer amount of research that went into figuring out what Frodo might plausibly know about Gandalf’s nature.
West, West Away (G, Sam & Thranduil, 3.6k): Sam and Thranduil find unlikely kinship on the journey West. While not likely to have happened in canon, I’m very fond of the idea of Sam and Thranduil bonding over leaving beloved homes and their children to sail West and comforting each other through their loss.
I'm not sure who's been tagged yet, but I'll tag @dreamingthroughthenoise @hhimring @halfelven if you haven't done this yet and would like to.
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2-4, 13, 16, and 24 for any fandoms, please?
2. a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!
I used to get kind of annoyed when FMA fans would talk about Roy Mustang being Xingese. Like, what, just because Arakawa-san drew his eyes a little pointier than other characters', that means he's from Xing? Some people just have smaller eyes, you know! Yoki looks more Xingese than Mustang, if you ask me, yet nobody talks about him being from Xing!
But I've read some really interesting fics that explore what it would mean if he was Xingese, or half-Xingese. The implications of one or both of his parents being Xingese immigrants, legal or otherwise, can be really fun to poke at.
3. a character that fandom has helped you appreciate
You know, if I'm being really honest, I never particularly cared about Merry from LotR that much. He just didn't interest me, compared to all the other characters. But I have to say that hanging around the Fig Tree Discord server has given me new appreciation for him, because of how much they talk about him in such glowing terms XD He's still probably my least-favorite of the four main Hobbits, but I have to acknowledge that he is one practical dude who can Get Stuff Done, and there's so much courage and angst and hurt/comfort in his scenes in the Battle of Pelennor Fields and the aftermath.
4. say something nice about a ship you don't ship (it can be another ship in your fandom, a mutual's OTP, etc)
Mmkay, so I don't ship Bucky and Natasha (mostly because I don't ship Bucky with anyone post-Winter Soldier), but I will say I can understand the appeal. Two ex-assassins who were turned into living weapons, basically, had their bodies modified against their will, carry a huge weight of guilt for the things they've done.... I feel like, if Bucky were to have a successful romantic relationship with anyone, it would pretty much have to be Natasha. She's the only one who could relate to him on that deep of a level, and she would understand his need to go slowly, know how to help him with PTSD, etc.
13. your favorite type of fandom event (gift exchange, ship week, secret santa, prompt meme, etc)
I think I'd have to say prompt challenges, considering I've done three 100 Themes fics, have an ongoing one-sentence prompt challenge fic, and am currently doing my Let Me Count the Ways dialogue prompt challenge. A really good challenge will have words or phrases that immediately suggest a story, but aren't so specific that you have no wiggle room to fit it to various characters.
16. a tiny detail in canon that you want more people to appreciate
This keyboard thing from Andor episode 7 is made from a steno machine! The little typewriter-ish device court reporters use when transcribing court proceedings! I would recognize it anywhere, and I just want everyone to appreciate the origin of this cool-looking prop.
24. how has fandom positively impacted your life?
The most important thing fandom has given me is virtually all the friends I have today. I've met some of the most wonderful people in the world through fandom, people I probably would never have met because of where they live (@dairogo I'm looking at you), because we wouldn't have much in common without fandom (hi @rainintheevening), or simply because we're enough apart in age and space that our paths would probably not have crossed otherwise (<3 @sergeanttomycaptain). I love being able to connect with so many different people through fandom, like most (if not all) of my mutuals here. Even though we have different perspectives on some things, we can all come together when it comes to love of a great story.
Love Your Fandom asks
#ask and you shall receive#valiantarcher#ask games#sorry this took a couple days! it's been a busy week
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My Masterlist
When their s/o… (multiply characters)
Lackadaisy, when their s/o farts
ttigraas Slime, sitting on their lap
One shot:
You have a life too - the hobbit/lotr x reader
Headcanons:
shangri-la frontier, Emul and Vysache relationship
lotr/the hobbit x Druid!reader muliply
Incorrect quotes:
Levi punish Eren and y/n
Levi: My idol?
Insulting Miya-twins
The hobbit, scary mother
Odd conversations i had ‘One piece theme’
Fake messages:
Jealous Legolas x reader
Jokes:
tlovm Grog, butterfly meme
Transformers armada meme's
Haikyuu Tanaka ryu's jersey
Thank you for looking through! 💖 ^^
I do not take requests.
#masterlist#anime masterlist#anime#fandom#headcanons#writing#master-muffinn#anime headcanons#anime jokes#x reader#anime x reader#attack on titan#haikyuu#shangri-la frontier#that time i got reincarnated as a slime#fake messages#the hobbit#the lord of the rings#one piece#reblogs are appreciated <3
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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 + 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎
[ ⭐ ] — My Fav to Write
[ 🌞 ] — Newly Added
𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 & 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓
Maximum of 4 Characters per request.
Characters can be in different fandoms too.
GN!Reader by default unless you specified the gender.
If you are able to come up with a title with your request then feel free to suggest (I suck at making titles)
I'll try to write all characters in each fandom, but if I don't like the character I have the right to ignore it.
My inbox is always open for suggestions, memes or simply to chat. I'm down with it.
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄
ANIME
Naruto Shippuden ⭐
Bleach
Fairytail ⭐
Inuyasha
Death Note ⭐
Attack On Titan ⭐
One Piece
Bungou Stray Dogs ⭐
Jujutsu Kaisen
Demon Slayer
BNHA/MHA
SPY x FAMILY
Haikyuu! ⭐
Hunter X Hunter ⭐
Assassination Classroom
Classroom of the Elites ⭐
Tokyo Revengers ⭐
High Rise Invasion
Owari no Seraph
Balance Unlimited
Dr. Stone
Toilet Bound Hanako
Black Clover ⭐
SK8 Infinity
Tokyo Ghoul
Code Geass
Vanitas no Carte
Blue Exorcist
Black Butler ⭐
Danganropa
Fruits Basket
The Seven Deadly Sins
Darling on the Franxx
Angel of Death ⭐
God of High School
Kakegurui
Yuri! On Ice
Vampire Knight
Noblesse
Howl's Moving Castle
Norn 9
Chainsaw Man
Blue Lock
Moriarty the Patriot ⭐
Record of Ragnarok 🌞
MANHWA
Father, I Don't Want to Get Married ⭐
Who Made Me A Princess ⭐
Into the Light Once Again ⭐
How to Get My Husband on my Side
The Villainess Is A Marionette ⭐
Death is the Only Ending for the Villainess ⭐
The Villainess Reverses the Hourglass
Roxana: The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Brother ⭐
Beware of the Villainess
Of All Things, I Have Become A Crow
Heart Throbbing Conqueror
Survive as the Hero's Wife
Under the Oak Tree ⭐
A Symbiotic Relationship Between A Black Panther and A Rabbit
Elixir of the Sun
Inso's Law
Wake Up, Warrior ⭐
I've Become the Wife of the Male Lead / Author of my Life
The Song of Theodor / The Lady and The Lion ⭐
I Became the Wife of the Monstrous Prince ⭐
Three Brothers / Kim Brothers
A Way to Protect the Lovable You ⭐
The Princess Imprints A Traitor / Revolutionary Princess Eve
My Husband Hides His Beauty
Lady Baby
The Young Miss I Serve Became A Young Master
Cinderella Wasn't Me
The Newlywed Diary of A Witch and A Dragon
Actually, I Was The Real One
Trash of the Count's Family ⭐
I Have Become The Hero's Rival
A Night With the Emperor
My Three Tyrant Brothers
Honey, I'm Going On A Strike
WEBTOON
Omniscient Reader
Unholy Blood ⭐
Tower of God
To You, Who Swallowed A Star
Lookism ⭐
Eleceed ⭐
The World After the Fall
Weak Hero
Jungle Juice
Teenage Mercenary ⭐
The Remarried Empress
Eaternal Nocturnal
Viral Hit / How To Fight ⭐
Study Group
Villain to Kill
Doom Breaker
Your Throne ⭐
Get Schooled
When Jasy Whistles
Academy's Undercover Professor
Like A Wind On A Dry Branch
Nice to Meet You
Seasons Of Blossom ⭐
Purple Hyacinth
See You in My 19th Life ⭐
My Gently Raised Beast
Men of The Harem
Secret Playlist
Shadow Bride
Mystic Prince / Prince of Myolyeong ⭐
VIDEO GAMES
Mystic Messenger
Genshin Impact ⭐
Twisted Wonderland
Tears of Themis ⭐
Obey Me ⭐
Wizardess Heart
Resident Evil
Detroit: Become Human
Ensemble Stars
Honkai: Star Rail ⭐
Baldur's Gate 3 🌞
MISCELLANEOUS
Dream SMP
BTS
Harry Potter
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Star Wars ⭐
LOTR / The Hobbits
Hazbin Hotel ☀️
𝐘𝐄𝐒, 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄
HEADCANONS
ONE-SHOT
DRABBLE
SERIES ⭐
CROSSOVER ⭐
FLUFF
HURT to FLUFF ⭐
ANGST ⭐
SLIGHT SUGGESTIVE
AU / ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ⭐
𝐍𝐎, 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄
NSFW
TOXIC RELATIONSHIP
PEDOPHILE
EXTREME YANDERE
ABUSIVE THEMES
@otakuworks
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#thranduil#the hobbit#lee pace#my edits#the hobbit botfa#bard#barduil#luke evens#peter jackson#pj#rude Thranduil#hobbit + relationship memes
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Swordsman au, how many swords does Izuku keep on him when doing hero work, and sorry if someone has already asked, but what is bakugos and izukus relationship in this au
Izuku keeps a minimum of three blades on him at all times though I do imagine Izuku being that hobbit meme of Fili (I think?) pulling out dozens of blades from seemingly nowhere.
And Izuku and Bakugou have a rather tense relationship. Neither of them see the other as a friend in this au, they are more so weary of each other due to their history. So no Kacchan in this au, only Bakugou.
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favorite (interpret however you like)
I will gladly take the opportunity to “interpret this however I like”, and do a little game like the “Relationships” one a few weeks back!
Reblog or comment and tell me your favorite:
Hobbit: Merry!
Elf: Glorfindel :-D
Dwarf: Gimli. There aren’t many to choose from in this book, but he is the best regardless.
Human: Beregond. To the surprise of no one.
Background Character: Tie between the Ranger who asked Sam if hobbits wash their heads before dinner, and the guard at Meduseld who washed the stones that Grima spat on.
Character Which Does Not Fit the Other Categories: Treebeard!! Closely followed by Bill the Pony!
Relationship: Frodo and Sam. Also to the surprise of no one.
Place: The Shire. Closely followed by Rivendell.
Book of the trilogy: Probably Fellowship! It’s just so fluffy and comforting.
Chapter: “The Scouring of the Shire”, closely followed by “Treebeard”.
Scene: EDITED: Honestly I have to thank you guys for reminding me that the reunion and cuddles in the Tower of Cirith Ungol are vastly superior to any other scene in this story 🤣🤣 I don’t know why I was hesitant to put it in this category. But yes. 1000% yes.
Quote: The whole “I love him, whether or no” thing in Ithilien.
Joke/Meme: PO-TAY-TOES
Theme of the Book: THE POWER OF ✨FRIENDSHIP✨
WORD ASK GAME!
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Marriage of State AU Fic Titles: Theories & Responses
@fanny-passerine I am absolutely blown away by how much thought and effort you put into this and it's getting it's own post because the original was getting a bit long XD
Also I do have more than this planned, i just also have a couple that are currently basically titled "Character X Does Y" right now as place holders because I have no idea what I want to title them.
An Unexpected Adventure -> this one is kind of vague, but I think it may be able being lost somewhere with people the narrator/main character usually doesn't hang out with ! In a strange situation probably. It may be something dumb that caused this adventure.
It is a bit vague, that one is one of the fic titles that was less set in stone, it was basically a mishmash of the memed line from the Hobbit movie "I'm going on an adventure!" and the first chapter title of the Hobbit Book "An Unexpected Party" I actually had a worldbuilding development while rubber-ducking at a friend that has completely changed the tone of the events of this particular one so it is probably going to be renamed. But it absolutely is and was something dumb that caused this adventure XD
0.5 Points
Divine Dust -> probably something to do with religion, so my guess is probably Xonorth or Scott, because you already talked about that religious trauma, so I can see it fit.
Definitely a bit religion heavy (tho a lot of these are, due to the nature of both the canon and by extension the au) This is actually Pix's backstory!
Down in the Meadow in the Itty Bitty Pool -> I had to search for this one because I'm french soooo cultural differences but it's a reference to a children song about three little fishes and their mother fish, and from what I get the three little fishes want to have fun without caring about consequences (like all kids) and the mother is scared they'll get lost. Then the little fishes almost get eaten. So they go back to their mother.
(I honestly think most knew about this one but I didn't so! There was a recap)
So yeah, with all the fishes I would have thought it was about the seablings, but at the same time there's 3 little fishes, not 2... But on the other hand, Jimmy is always presented as hot-blooded and fast to take decisions, from what I've seen. So my guess is that Lizzie is the mother fish and that Jimmy is the little fish wanting some freedom but putting himself in danger by doing so.
It is from that nursery song, tho I think a simplified version (and also the version I learned when I was small was very dialectal and I had to very carefully type the title so I didn't type "down by the meddy in the itty bitty poo") The relevant parts for the fic are that it's a kids song and about fish in water.
The "one sentence summary" i have jotted down for this one is "Jimmy Solidarity and the World's Longest Childhood"
1.0 Point!
Golden Fields, Copper Sands -> golden fields are Pearl, copper sands.... Well Copper King. Pixl. I think. Their relationship, and their interactions.
The golden fields are indeed Pearl! These are the copper sands
the training arena on the border of Mythland and Gilded Helianthia
This is Pearl's backstory
1.0 Points!
In the Hall of the Ocean Queen -> this one is quite clear, I think it will tackle a political meeting, maybe ? Negociations and things of this sort. "Hall" usually refers to a fancy, grand room.
There are certainly a lot of politics involved XD
This is the first big fic, the one I'm working on right now, "Local Prince Marries Tall Murder-Salamander Queen. They Fall in Love"
Just Keep Swimming -> if we take this in the literal sense, one of the seablings, or the two of them. Or it's figurative, and then I don't know. Something about focusing on keep moving. Keep living. Don't focus on anything else. Live. Or even just survive ?
You actually hit this pretty much right on the money! This is the Lizzie backstory.
1.5 Points!
Lost and Found -> Shrub, because I don't have anywhere else where to fit her, but also because the things found in a Lost and Found are usually small things, and Shrub is a gnome.... Which is small... That's a stretch I know.
Shrub plays a roll in this one but it's not her story. :D
It has the potential alternate title of Unlost.
Meddling in Dragon's Affairs -> the roseblings ! They get ender dragons at the end of the serie, right ? I believe. And also Fwhip's elytras are a little dragon coded, so...
Very close! This one is about Gem. It's part backstory part Current Events Leading Into Major Plot
0.5 Points!
Mistakes were made -> this one is gonna be about a quiproquo, I think. Maybe due to cultural differences. There must be many of them, especially with arranged marriage, so that's my guess. Or someone is gonna fall in love when they didn't plan on doing so (who does, honestly, but I'm more talking about a "them? Oh I'm fucked" moment).
The ending moments of this one are definitely "Oh I'm fucked" in vibes that's for sure, though not romantically coded in anyway. This one is a short one-shot featuring mostly Sausage and Shrub.
My Brothers Keeper -> I think it's from either from Lizzie's pov, Gem's pov, Scott's pov or Xornoth's pov, because they all have brothers, and we're talking about "my brothers keeper"...
This was the second concept i came up with for this specific au, Xornoth's backstory.
1.0 Point!
Peace in our Time -> okay isn't Katherine kingdom all about peace and negociations, or is that only a fanon belief ? So maybe that's a fic about Katherine's thoughts on being the peaceful one, hoping to achieve peace in her time ? Not my most creative guess (as if they were creative honestly) but I think it might be that.
Katherine's thing is neutrality, more than peace. Peace is mentioned of course and is a priority but her primary focus is staying out of conflicts. This is one of the titles I'm a little less certain of and am kind of hoping a better one will come to me as i actually write it, it's the Flower Husband's fic.
Rose of Fire -> Fwhip, Gem, Pearl or Sausage ! With the Wither Rose alliance. I've got a feeling it may be more about Fwhip, though. Don't ask me why. It's just a feeling.
Well your feeling is absolutely correct this is Fwip's backstory (that does heavily feature Gem and Sausage)
2.0 Points!
Wild One -> okay I always hear this wording when talking about a wild kid who has ton of energy and doesn't trust easily a little like an animal so... Young Jimmy maybe ?
I got the title from this song and it is someone's backstory, that's where I'll leave it for now :)
We're All Mad Here -> now that's a reference to Alice in Wonderland. The Mad Hatter says that about the Wonderland, I believe. Sooo it could refer to a strange empire. My guess kind of is Joey and Xornoth ? Their relationship. In canon, it's quite intense.
Or Joel maybe ? With the idea that all his inhabitants are statues made in his image, it's quite... Crazy, and uncanny when you think about it. Though I don't know if it's canon on this au.
My one sentence summary for this one is "Joel, Pixlriffs, and the Consequences of Immortality Where it was Never Meant to Be"
I talked a little bit about my plans for Mezalea and how im incorporating that particular concept into it HERE
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7.0 Points total!
(Also yes the first season of Empires is so much fun! I'm also a massive, lifelong fantasy nerd so there was no way I wasn't going to fall in love with it immediately, the Lord of the Rings was my First Fandom)
And thank you so much :=) I'm so glad you are enjoying the bits and pieces so far!
#imma be honest#i watched smajor and shubbles esmp s2#up until the hermitcraft crossover#and i haven't kept up since then#i watch some streams here and there as i catch them#but mostly im just waiting for it to end so i can do what i did with s1 and just binge watch one pov at a time#im weird i know#rain rambles#marriage of state fic titles#Spotify#marriage of state au
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Get to Know Me 💗✨❤️🔥
Last Song: 'I'm Jealous' --Shania Twain
Favorite Color: Blue: so much, that I painted a gorgeous smoky blue shade as an accent wall in my living room!
Currently Watching: 'Star Wars Rebels' rewatch, switching between YT videogame mixes as background music~
Last Movie: in theatres? The Little Mermaid~ At home, I did a groupwatch of The Rescuers Down Under for the nostalgia! PS all summer, I've been a huge advocate of it, and my friend had never seen it. Didn't resonate as much with her, but our friendship is still intact.
Currently Reading: Nothing atm-- though I just got through some wonderful fics by @fizzyxcustard! I received a new book in the mail from a tiktok author: Assistant to the Villain --Hannah Nicole Maeher
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: SWEET all the way!
Relationship Status: Single (ugh again), but not sure if I'm ready to mingle. Don't really know where to start after a 5 year marriage... Can't I just clone a loving, faithful, fictional husband, plz?
Current Obsession: Man, I am still in my fangirl era, and as I am a seasonal writer, 'back to school'/ work season launch has me ready to go back to my Hobbit era with its rich colors and cultures. Plus some great songs on my YT playlist are giving me some inspiration.
Last thing I Googled: Texas Roadhouse [city]. Yall don't come for me, I am a sucker for their bread and had to make an online order like the girl dinner goblin I am.
Currently Working on: a few things! Getting my writing plan back on track, about to post 2 fics, cleaning my kitchen, and a couple really funny art projects. One is reworking a canvas print for a friend by adding details that look more like her dog, and the other is a large version of the 'this is fine' dog meme for my boss... Boss's Day is around the corner, and my coworkers are all in agreement that this needs to be his gift this year! lol He's a good humor guy, so he should like it~
Thanks @idungoofed for the tag!! This was fun!
No pressure tagging: @evenstaredits @emmyspov @fizzyxcustard @asgardianhobbit98 @newpath3432
#ask games#ask game#get to know me#get to know the blogger#tell me your secrets#what has it got in its pocketses
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