#idk how to tag the hobbit so this is a mess

[spooksicl-e]

a little bilbo for the soul bc i’m trying to break out of art block

#he’s just a little guy!!! #a little guy who burgles from giant angry lizards played by benedict cumberbatch #my art #the @ is my insta #fanart #fanartist #art #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thorins company #martin freeman #jrr tolkien #lotr #lord of the rings #idk how to tag the hobbit so this is a mess #it’s p ugly but i haven’t drawn in weeks so i’m trying not to be too critical #edit: i got rid of the bg impulsively sorry if you liked it better lolzies

[mxescargot]

OC masterlist

misc/multiple universes

garv (fishboy)

prima (tropey good guy)

vindicta (tropey bad guy)

ursa (dark magic bounty hunter)

ari (light magic bounty hunter)

urban fantasy/superhero

premise: a timeline that diverges several years before ours where a significant minority of the population across the world contracted strange illnesses that led to various magical powers; focuses on the Eastern United States (aka what im familiar with). themes of disabled justice and solidarity.

micheal (he/they): friendly college kid who always puts others before himself, teleportation powers

jem (any pronouns): an old self-insert, shapeshifting powers

ayaan (he/they): kid with unique powers that mess with the fabric of reality, of particular interest to the villain

emilia (she/her): sociologist studying how superpowered people interact with a society built for non-superpowered people, recently gained fire/energy/plasma powers of her own in an accident

saiorse (any pronouns): software developer and emilia's spouse. he does not have superpowers

alison (he/him): evil CEO (maybe also politician?) looking to take advantage of superpowered people for his own gain. especially young, powerful superpowered people. i do not know how to write villains tbh

high fantasy: the world of An

premise: weird mix of some of the history i'm interested in, with a technological level of around the 1840s to 1860s? focuses on a governmental transition from absolute monarchy to parliamentary democracy and the greater inclusion of ethnic minorities in the political system and society as a whole. the people are sorta kemonomimi-hobbits with mammalian and insectoid features. also has eldritch shit going on in its magic system.

these are some of my oldest characters and have changed a lot, their original concept was a "five elements" thing and that still shows through.

the names are based on my conlang :> i didnt try to make the romanizations look pretty, just functional, so uhh ⟨v⟩ is a schwa and most letters correspond with IPA values but idk if thats accessible. here ill replace j with y and v with whatever letter looks best, you can see the mess of the "official" spellings in the tags. they dont exactly have a gender system like ours so pronouns are what i imagine they'd use if raised in our culture and language yk

baa'oni (they/she): activist reviving the long-suppressed/erased (idk what the right word is) life-related magic practices of their ancestors. name translates to "sundew"

lausa (she/her): noble who uses her position of power to help incite change, eventually becomes prime minister. romantically involved with baa’oni, causing suspicion and controversy. name translates to "shadower"

laanya (they/them): self insert. former water magic student reconnecting to it after trauma, also tries to get involved in activism. name translates to "river delta"

treyii (they/she/he): young and uncertain, pressure is put on him to achieve great things and they don't know where to belong. name translates to "sparks"

unnamed character referred to as "wind guy" (they/he): a vengeful prince with command over the weather.

star wars

premise: focuses on jedi fighting in the clone wars. i mostly made these characters in quarantine lol

aiya (they/xe): twi'lek anakin skywalker on a budget. padawan during the clone wars, becomes an inquisitor.

rakiss (she/they): mirialan; Aiya's fellow padawan and very close to xem. killed in O66

haalas (he/him): togruta; aiya's strict master, very loyal to the light side of the force itself and scared of losing another padawan to the dark side. survives O66, but is eventually killed by aiya, who blames him for rakiss's death.

malice (they/she/it): dathomiran zabrak who was the first padawan of haalas. left the order and turned to the dark side, but isn't with the Sith.

ekiv (she/her): rakiss's master, also a mirialan, and longtime friend of haalas. mom friend, but only because she's a people pleaser with massive gifted kid burnout. survives O66; assumes a new identity and learns how to heal.

hizta (any pronouns): tusken ex-bounty hunter who now runs a droid repair shop on coruscant. acquainted with aiya before and during the Clone Wars, aids the Rebellion.

penelope (she/they): human; old colleague of Hizta's. generally fairly cold and professional until you get to know them; actually very affectionate.

i also have some underdeveloped clone trooper OCs

hollow knight

cornu (they/them): HKsona. void-corrupted snail shaman capable of harnessing both soul and void magic.

unnamed fairyfly OC

#oc #garv kalra #prima garon #vindicta nox #ursula kareem #aurian iordanescu #micheal cao #jem #ayaan chowdhury #emilia hawthorne #saiorse hawthorne #alison prewitt #baa'oni do kesam #konod lausv #lanjv do tsora #trvjii do hiinor #wind guy #star wars #aiya ukuchaho #rakiss kaluma #haalas di #malice aggre #ekiv nasan #hizta crurogg #penelope ansemas #hk cornu #helix talks #long post

[hirukochan]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @loneamaryllis

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

874,060 - When did that get so much??? I've only picked writing back up in January!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mainly Harry Potter and I have one Rings of Power fanfic on hiatus (for now). I used to write for all sorts of fandoms though! Pirates of the Caribbean, The Hobbit, Percy Jackson, Marvel, Vampire Diaries, Naruto - to name a few.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"Your tears are of no relevance to me", my dark Snape/reader fic

2. Cigarette smoke, Profanities and Stolen Kisses, Snape/reader smut

3. A Servant of Death, my Snape/OC longfic, my baby, my beloved

4. Carrying Atlas, Deeply traumatised, sarcastic Snape/broken Harrie ddlg/pet play fic with much hurt and even more comfort

5. Stood-up, my three-part Snape/former student!reader oneshot/mini-fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to reply to each one! I love to hear what people think and interact with readers!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't actually have that many fics finished 😅

I love long fics, I love reading them and I love writing them so most of my works are still ongoing (and seem to be staying ongoing for a while to come 😅)

I'd say Petrichor. It's a Voldemort-wins AU so things are bound to look hopeless and dark.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Severus and his Sunshine!!!! A very fluffy, hopful ending 🥰

8. Do you get hate on fics?

After initially posting A Servant of Death II quite a few readers were angry the story would not be moving into a direction they wanted. Haven't gotten any since.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes 😃

I write Dom/sub mostly! Proper D/s (apart from my dark!fics) with safewords and boundaries and aftercare! I love including kink-wear and collars and other fun toys! All sorts of kinks, lighter and a few darker, more taboo kinks. Lots of bondage!!

Also dub-con and dark smut and I'm venturing into poly and threesome territory lately.

Basically anything I find interesting or worth exploring!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I had a rather ambitious crossover idea when I was a teen about a group of people chosen by the gods I had created to protect the universes of the world with every book/show/movie in existance being a universe that had been locked away by some evil supernatural beings. Each of the four people in the group could travel between the universes and had to fix the timelines if things went wrong. Basically all the misery happening in the stories was the supernatural beings messing with the universes. I wrote the first part that played in The Hobbit and started the second part that would take place in Naruto but I never continued the project.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of but I do know that after I published my first HP fic on Wattpad back when I was...uff idk 13?? suddenly everybody in the german marauders fandom was writing Voldemort's daughter fics. I thought that was interesting since I wrote mine because I couldn't find any Voldemort's child fics in german (my english was shit at the time, I'm sure otherwise I would have found plenty to read! 😂)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But someone once made a podfic of my Adventcalender one-shot collection (with my permission). I don't think it's still online though. (god I hope not, those were terrible 😬)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I don't think I ever will. My mind is a strange and cluttered space and teamwork has never been a strong suit. I've been asked though, but that was more of a 'I have x-idea, will you write it for me?' then an actual inquiry.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ummmmm....OCs. Everybody/OC. I love OC's. I love reading them, creating them, I love that I can have a person whose weaknesses and strength and personality fit my fav characters perfectly, especially since my fav characters tend to be unsocial loners with terrible trauma.

Apart from that I'm not much of a shipper...Snarriet probaly (thanks to @loneamaryllis - you know what you did 😑, jokes aside I've been thoroughly enjoying this ship and the community is so sweet!)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I sure hope I'll finish them all! Strawberries and Sin is being neglected right now 😅 but I love the characters and I'm certainly not planing on abandoning the story!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm good at worldbuilding, I certainly enjoy expanding existing universes with my own ideas! Whether it's by adding an entire Vampire monarchy including an origin story of how vampires came to exist or World Duelling Championships for my heir of a rich pureblood family to power herself out at.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I never know if I describe things enough, surroundings, emotions, etc. I think I tend to fixate on what a character is doing with their hands 😂

Also I can get lost in developing the relationship between two characters and forget to advance the plot just to then focus on the plot and neglect the characters 😅 still trying to find a balance there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Been there, done that! I think it can be fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Written? Naruto! I was nine I think and I had no idea that fanfiction even exists or that other people were writing them! I just wrote down a truly terrible story on an old notepad I had.

The first fandom I created stories for in my mind was Harry Potter at around nine!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

A fic that is currently not on the internet anymore that I want to rework and publish once I've worked through some WIPs. It's about Snape and his best friend from an opressed people who both ended up joining Voldemort for good intentions and end up in his bed (two Death Eaters eagerly serving their new master 😏) but quickly realise he is not what he promised to be.

From my published fics it's a draw between A Servant of Death and 'Your tears are of no relevance to me'!

Tagging anyone who wants to do it 🫶🏻💖

#tag game #writing

[runawaymun]

5 Things You’ll Find in (Most Of) My WIPs

tagged by @niennawept! Thank you! It was so fun to read yours & this is such an unique prompt! I am very bad at talking about my own work so this is good practice for me lol.

I write across a very vast expanse of genres so this was difficult to narrow down but here we go: 

1) Explorations of Trauma and Healing: I think in this way I am looking for myself, but if there is one through-line that permeates every last square inch of my work, whether it’s a short story set in cyberpunk futuristic Egypt about a veteran exacting revenge, a retelling of the myth of Medusa in a Steampunk universe, a historical novel about Nine Years’ War in 1603 Ireland, a socio-political behemoth of a sci-fi/fantasy series, a borderline chic-lit romance novel, a gothic romance in the highlands of Scotland, a thriller set in Victorian London, or just my Tolkien fanfic...I’m nearly always exploring various types of trauma, how it affects our lives (especially when left ignored to fester), and how we heal from it. I’m very interested in untangling the mess trauma and trauma-informed attachment styles create in our lives, and very interested in writing stories in which characters heal. 

2) Light Wins, Always: I do love me a good tragedy sometimes, but I have simply found throughout my own life that, in the words of Samwise Gamgee: there is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for. Even if it’s in the smallest measure...if there is still good and light left, then darkness hasn’t won -- and for me that is a very encouraging thought. I am never very interested in stories in which evil wins. For me, if evil has won then I’m not done writing. Even if outwardly everything is lost it’s my job to find the place where the mushrooms are eating through the corpses & bringing new life. Evil is boring. I think that’s why, while I do love Ari Aster’s filmmaking, I personally think Doctor Sleep is ultimately a much better story (and film) than, say, Hereditary or Midsommar which I find to be, idk, a cheap thrill but ultimately uninteresting (apologies if anyone loves those!). Evil winning is the obvious route. Especially when it has the upper hand. Give me the story about the underdog and give me the un-obvious triumphs. The little wins. Even when it looks like absolutely everything everywhere has gone wrong...show me the light. Show me the crocuses pushing through the dirt after a hard winter. The two little hobbits who beat all the odds to carry the Ring to Mt. Doom. <3 But also, these things aren’t easy. Show me the cost. The time. The tears. I think that’s why I love Tolkien so much. Good endings aren’t perfect endings. They aren’t simple endings. I like that about them.

3) Eldritch Horror, or something: I think this one really speaks for itself. I love finding ways to sneak in the eldritch, the weird, the incomprehensible. It’s just a flavor, like a specific spice that I just eat up in stories even in the smallest amount. Even if it’s just in the description of an old building! Or, you know, down to the way magic is described & utilized. It’s so juicy. 

4) Coming of Age: I suppose this goes hand-in-hand with #1, but this is what I like to call this theme for lack of a better term, even though so many of the characters I write who are “coming of age” aren’t children or teenagers, but really much, much older people who have perhaps been stifled for the vast majority of their lives and then are, all at once through the course of a novel, are pushed into actually finding out who they are, what they’re made of, what they want, and who they’re going to be in the future. An altering of the status-quo, I guess -- and usually a great deal of standing up to one’s abusers and learning to be your own person. I love those kinds of stories, especially when it involves older people and especially when it involves older women. 

5) This Very Obviously Got Out of Hand: it’s not that I’m not an obsessive planner. Really, I am. Especially when it comes to my personal WIPs. But if you’ve read pretty much any of my longfics you’re very aware of the fact that these things have a tendency to get away from me -- whether that’s in characters who wouldn’t leave me alone (Fram, for one. In an ancient tradition stemming back to the MC of my first novel, who pretty much did the same thing), plots that got way too big for their britches with moving parts & worldbuilding (Boundless...Sky...), or stories that were supposed to be much shorter but ended up growing exponentially simply because I either couldn’t leave it alone or because the character development needed way more time to feel natural (Partake...) -- yeah. I keep doing this and it’s frankly so ridiculous but so, so fun to be simply accosted by a story that gets me in a chokehold. Thrilling tbh.

No pressure tags for: @jaz-the-bard @the-commonplace-book @valasania-the-pale @ellrond @raointean & tbh anyone else who sees this and wants to. Tag me :) I want to see!! 

#out of uniform #writing

[ao3feed-tolkien]

Everything

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xQEVn4T

by FriendOfTheFellowship

All my headcanons surrounding Frodo and Sam's beautiful friendship! They are my favorite boys, & I think about them all the time. So here is Lord of the Rings told from their POV. Slightly AU, just tons of fluff & cuddles & hobbits being adorable. This story is called 'Everything' for 2 reasons. First, it's named after a song by Lifehouse, I think of that song as Frodo & Sam's theme song, it just fits them so well. But it's also called Everything because I've included a bit of everything here. Some chapters are short, some are really long, some are told by Frodo or Sam or by the narrator. You'll catch a glimpse of about a hundred different characters, including a few OCs. And while the chapters are connected & everything takes place in the same world, sometimes that connection is loose. Most of the time, Frodo or Sam is the one telling the story. Changes in POV are indicated by -❤- Thoughts are in **. I'm sorry if it's confusing, ao3 doesn't let me use italics. Let me know how I can improve readability. I'll include content warnings at the top of each chapter, feel free to skip you probably won't miss anything major. Please enjoy!

Words: 9307, Chapters: 9/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Frodo Baggins, Sam Gamgee, Merry Brandybuck, Pippin Took, Aragorn | Estel, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Bilbo Baggins, Legolas Greenleaf, Boromir (Son of Denethor II), Gimli (Son of Glóin), Elrond Peredhel

Relationships: Rose Cotton/Sam Gamgee

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Lots of Angst, And More Angst, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Frodo is babey, Lots of medical detail, You Have Been Warned, there's a lot, and also mental health issues, PTSD & depression mostly, Poor Frodo :(, Sam is a Sweetheart, The story goes all over the place, idk its kind of a mess, but it's really fun to write

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/xQEVn4T

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[cheriboms]

tmw ur friends ask why u brought some weird little orcs to entmoot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#my arts #lord of the rings #lotr #tolkien #treebeard #Meriadoc Brandybuck #merry #Peregrin Took #pippin #idk how to tag lol #i could not stop thinking about this concept sorry #im almost done rereading the two towers and i HAD to draw something #because i love them #also theres a version w/o text! just for fun :) #i havent drawn anything in so long and decided to try lineless since my art program is being frustrating lol #and i really like it :D #like!! merry and pippin came out really well ;w; im really happy w how they look uwu #i just want to draw HOBBITS and thats all #also #i might mess around and post the yellow sub redraw idk 👀 #either way i wanna draw more lotr too!!! #for being one of my first fandoms ive barely ever drawn any fan art for it and thats a crime #now that im not utter garbage at art i can actually draw things ive always wanted to draw LOL #expect a bunch of self reblogs in the future >;3c #but ill tag them so u can blacklist or w/e on here #okay goodnight ! #see u guys in a bit with a scheduled reblog LOL

[euphoric-barnes]

his solace. — b. barnes

synopsis: in bucky's list of people he wanted to make amends with, there were two names that he considered as his 'top priorities'—his friend, yori and you, his girlfriend.

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff—okay maybe a pinch of angst

warning(s): mentions of nightmares, a bit of tfatws spoilers, mentions of insecurities, violence, soft bucky, non proof read HEHE, one swear word

wc: 1,367

notes: idk what this is but... ive been wanting to post this so- also i suck at titles lmao

bucky enters his apartment to see you on his couch sleeping, probably waiting for his arrival. ever since he tagged along with sam on the mission about the flag smashers, he's been texting you non stop—giving you updates because he felt bad for departing without telling you. bucky silently drops his bag on the ground, beside the couch as he walks towards you, kneeling on one knee as he watches you sleep with a smiling forming on his face.

then, he remembers what sam said.

but you gotta make them feel better. you gotta go to them and be of service.

bucky sighs, gently brushing the hair off your face. bucky vividly remembers his nightmares to the point even though he is awake it haunts him. especially when he's with you as you smile widely at him, after all, you are the happiest when you're with him. how many times has he heard you say that? probably a lot more then sam made fun of his staring problem. bucky would smile widely but the moment you turn your head away, bucky's smile would slowly slip off with his guilt eating him up.

he couldn't believe he hurt you back then.

it was so clear. you were younger, probably in your teenage years. you were on the ground, staring at him with wide eyes as you quiver in fear while he slowly walks towards you. other hydra agents who were with him in that mission were sabotaging innocent people. then, bucky would wake up, not seeing how he hurt you. but that wasn't the point, he knew he has to tell you the truth.

bucky didn't expect you'd be one of the avengers, fighting alongside steve to defend bucky—hide him away because people couldn't get that he was brainwashed. then the rest was history. bucky have slowly hut surely fell in love with you.

"bucky, stop staring." you mumble as you open your eyes, turning your head to him. bucky cracks a smile as you grin at him. bucky leans in, kissing your lips with his arm draping across your stomach as you cup his jaw with your hands. bucky pulls away, staring at you loving eyes, admiring your beauty. "how was the mission?"

then bucky pulls you up, sitting behind you as he lets your back rest against his chest with his arms around you as he holds your hands, playing with your fingers while he tells you all about the mission, from breaking zemo out if prison to taking the shield from walker. then, he gets to the part where he and sam talk about his amends.

slowly, he trails off then he pulls his arms away from you. "doll, we have to talk." bucky says seriously as you sit up straight and turning to him. bucky stares at the ground as he tries to build the courage to tell you. he takes one deep breath in before starting, "you know how i have a list of names that i'm making amends to,"

"yes,"

"and i have a person in my list i haven't been really truthful to."

"yori?" you ask and bucky sighs, shaking his head.

"there's another one." bucky says as he takes the small notebook, turning to the right page as he gives it to you. you grab it and look at it. right at the very bottom was your name, just like yori, it had been encircled a couple of times, emphasizing that it was a priority.

"why's my name here?" you ask and bucky sighs, running his hand through his hair.

"doll, i hurt you back then." bucky admits. "i don't know how, but i think i hurt you bad. most of the times it's what i see in my nightmares. you were so young back then, everyone was being beaten up and shit, i saw you. you stared right back at me when i was walking towards you. i- i'm so sorry, doll."

you stare at him, sighing. you close the notebook, putting it on the coffee table as you look at him. "buck, you really have got to stop beating yourself up with the things that you did as the winter soldier." you simply said that got bucky looking at you as if you were insane.

"y/n, doll, i kept this—"

"bucky, tell me about that nightmare." you said and bucky looked at you. you smile at him and bucky sighs. how could you be so kind?

"the whole town was a mess because hydra messed the whole town up, barging in people's house and then i saw you. you were looking at me with big wide eyes as i slowly walked up to you." bucky said. "that's it."

"bucky," you softly call. "i was 17 that time—"

"it was a long time ago but it doesn't mean you should just forgive me right away!" bucky exclaims.

"oh my god, james buchanan barnes, let me finish!" you exclaimed, laughing and bucky got even more confused. how the hell are you taking this lightly? you offer your hand out to which bucky hesitantly places his. "i was 17 that time. i was confused and scared at that time. a man pushed me, running off. i was at the ground, crying because i didn't know what to do. then, you saw me. not the winter soldier, you."

you look at bucky as he stares back at you. "you helped me, bucky." you mumbled. "you think i wouldn't remember that kind of thing happening to me?" you asked and bucky just listened to every word you said. you scoot closer, cupping his jaw as your thumb slowly caresses his cheek. "you were surrounded by hydra agents. they could have knocked you out, tortured you right at the spot, but what did you do? you took me away and hid me somewhere."

bucky couldn’t believe it. “no.” he mumbles.

“yes.” you contradict. “they give you these orders, turning you to some kind of weapon but bucky, if you were awake in those times, would you have done that? no, you wouldn’t.” you softly say. “i always go wherever natasha goes. the first time that i didn’t was when i fought alongside steve to protect you. steve was confused why i did it but he didn’t question it.”

“so, i didn’t..?” bucky trailed off and you gave him a smile, shaking your head off.

“stop beating yourself up and start seeing the good in you. you’re not perfect, i know but they are still a part of you and i love you. so much.” you said and bucky tugged on your hand lightly, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he wraps his arms around your waist. bucky softly sighs, hiding his nose on your neck as he takes in you soft scent that never failed to give him solace.

“i love you, doll.” bucky softly says as he closes his eyes savoring the moment as if you’ll go away. but he knows you won’t, it’s just that no matter what he can never get enough of you. “so much.”

“come on,” you said, giving his shoulders pats as you lightly pull away, cupping either sides of his jaw. “what do you want to do?” you ask and bucky bites his lower lip, smiling as his eyebrows move up and down. you let out a groan, “you want to watch the hobbit again, don’t you?”

“thanks, doll!” bucky enthusiastically says as he pulls you closer, pressing his lips against your cheek, his stuble tickling you causing you to giggle. bucky pulls away as he sets up the movie just the way you taught him how to. when he’s done, you look at him with a wide smile, opening your arms wide as he plops on the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

bucky feared that you would have left him after telling you the truth, not knowing he would be happy with the information he got. he was relieved that even though the winter soldier took over him through those years, he knew that somehow he still fought against him even though it was difficult.

did i went ooc? i’m sorry it’s my first time writing for him 😭

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #james buchanan barnes #james barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes x reader #buck barnes one shot #prolly the only time i will write but idk we'll see lmao

[blueberryrock]

A Night of Fire.

A/N Just wanna kick this off by saying that this fic of mine, written for the lovely @to-be-frank-i-dont-care as a Christmas present, IS FUCKING PLATONIC!!! NO I DO NOT AND WILL NOT SHIP MERRY AND PIPPIN AS ANYTHING OTHER THAN FRIENDS OKAY????

Now with that out of the way, this is pretty angsty, and idk if there is anything i specifically need to tag for 🥰 so enjoy 💕

One would say that it was his fault, that the only one to get him in this particular predicament was in fact himself. It would seem that no one told him to touch the third most accursed object in the world and he did it upon his own accords.

Only if they could understand where he was coming from. The first time he saw it, shimmering in the water like fire reflecting on stone, most would chalk it up to simple curiosity, but it was that he was drawn to it, he needed to see it, to touch it again.

Like a fish to water.

When his hands brushed it as he picked it up, it felt like an oddly comforting weight in his hands. Every cell in his being told him to look at it deeper and longer, and it was that night he decided to.

After the tiresome journey of it buzzing through his head, he decided to cave and give in, not that it was very hard to do so. He knew he shouldn't have, but the little voice in the back of his mind kept pressing and pressing until he finally laid eyes on it, his fingers grasping the surprisingly light glassy ball.

Then it was.

Death.

Fire.

It entered his mind like a snake in a bird's nest, slinking and pressing around, hoping to scrape even a little bit of knowledge. The once oddly comforting warmth was gone, now it was only burning.

His whole body was on fire as he writhed on the cool stone ground, everything around him was a blur. The shouts, the sounds of frantic footsteps, even his own cries, everything was drowned out by his voice.

Until, like a crashing wave, the Palantir was ripped from his hands, and the harsh press against his mind was swept away. The warmth of fire still lingered in his mind as did a few thoughts that were not his own, but, as he lays on the cold stone ground, he tries to wonder if, in the end, it was worth it.

Probably not, he decides.

-

Merry watched the scene with pained curiosity. He told the young Took not to mess with the acuresd object, but he knew that not even his warning whispers wouldn't stop Pippin. He was too stubborn to listen to him, fully anyways.

But as Merry watches the small, yet gentle, exchange between Gandalf and Pippin, he doesn't even hear the orders being barked at him until he notices the Gandalf is now standing with an unconscious Took in his arms.

Following a few feet behind the old wizard and Aragorn who, regrettably, yanked the Palantir out of Pippin's hands and suffered much less than the little Hobbit, but most likely need to be seen.

Merry follows the two down the barren halls of Edoras, he was told to get a basin of warm water from the healers and a few different herbs and cups. Not much could truly be done for the unconscious Hobbit, which sadden Merry as he watched his friend being laid down on a soft bed in a spare room.

No fire was lit as both Pippin and Aragorn had seen enough that night. Gently carrying the items over to a table in front of the bed, Merry places them on the table before sliding into a chair with a small huff.

"You think he'll be alright?" His quiet voice makes the tired Ranger glance up at him before looking at the Hobbit on the bed.

"I do not know," Aragon croaks, his gaze turning slowly back to Merry. "He suffers no physical ailments, but I could not guess what kind of sickness seeing the Dark Lord could bring upon him....or me for that matter." He mumbles the last part, clearly losing his focus.

"That reminds me," Merry says, grabbing some of the herbs between his fingers. "The healers recommended that you take some of the herbs, though I don't know how to prepare it."

Aragorn immediately snaps back to attention. "I can help with that," he says quickly, snatching the herbs from the Hobbit's hands.

"He said to cru-" the sentence dies on his tongue as he watches the Ranger crush and tear apart the herbs in a frenzy. "N-never mind," he mutters, after mixing in the herbs, Aragorn swiftly pours the odd-smelling concoction into cups before handing one to the Hobbit.

Sliding off the chair, Merry quickly scurries away from the panicky Ranger. He reaches the foot of the bed, taking a deep breath before continuing towards his friend.

He's still asleep, or unconscious, Merry can't really tell the difference. In the faint light, Merry can see the sweat beads dotting the younger one's brow, his usually unkempt hair is plastered to his forehead. He didn't know if he should wake the other Hobbit or leave him be, but with a gentle touch to his shoulder, Pippin rockets awake with a yelp.

"Hey, hey," Merry says in a soothing voice, setting the cup on a bedside table. "Take it easy."

"Merry?" Pippin asks weakly, his eyes slowly adjusting to the near-total darkness. "I-I'm sorry Merry," his voice laced with quiet tears. "I know what you may be thinking, but I am sorry, I should have listened to you."

"Indeed you should have," Merry sighs, gently picking up the cup from the nightstand. "But please drink this, it's supposed to help with any sickness you may feel."

Quietly flinging from the slightly warm cup, Pippin stares into the dark concoction. Bringing it to his lips, he takes a small sip and nearly gags on the bitter liquid but feeling his friend's eyes on him, Pippin takes a much bigger swig before bringing it away.

In the darkness, Pippin knows Merry has the look on his face, not one of much anger or sadness, more of disappointment and concern. He opens his mouth to speak, maybe apologize even, but nothing comes out. Turning the mug anxiously in his hands, he waits for Merry to do something, whether it be to speak, demanding to know what Pippin was thinking, or to walk out of the room altogether.

But, with a sigh, Merry technically does neither of them. Instead, he lifts himself up and onto the soft downy bed and speaks, not with the angry nor demanding tone Pippin was expecting, but a soft and gentle tone that makes him want to fade into the darkness of the room.

"I know you may think I'm quite angry," he starts. "Well, I suppose I am a little."

Pippin braces himself for what he knows is about to come. "I told you, we, we told you not to touch it, not to look at it, not to even think about it," Merry says, his voice growing ever so harsher. "And yet here we are."

"I know," Pippin whispers, his gaze dropping to his hands and the mug they hold. "I just-it just, it was so loud." He blurts out, nearly in disbelief that he actually managed to get said it.

"It was buzzing right in my ears, telling me to take it, I tried so hard to forget it," Pippin's voice falters, remembering the near throbbing noise in his head earlier that night. "I just needed it to stop. I suppose I should have told Gandalf that." He nervously laughs.

"You-" Merry sighs, gritting his teeth together before all the anger washes out of his system. "Yes. Yes, you should have. You can't keep doing this Pip, especially now. You and Gandalf are to be leaving as soon as you're better, I can't be there to watch over you. You've got to be careful Pip, I don't want to lose you too."

"I-" Pippin's words get stuck in his throat, as dawn slowly peaks through the room's small window, it casts its faint light on the Hobbits. Finally, he musters a small amount of courage. "I know. A-and you won't," he quietly says.

"I know that we will be off soon, and for who knows how long, but I will promise you that you may never be rid of me." He says with a small grin, making Merry crack his own.

"I will hold you to that Took."

"I know," Pippin says, his voice growing ever steadily. "And so shall I!"

#lotr #lord of the rings fic #lord of the rings #merry #merry brandybuck #meriadoc brandybuck #pippin took #pippin #peregrin took #fotfics #$$nat's fics

[canonskyrissian]

thank you @softieskywalker for tagging me for this ♥♥♥ I already did this on my main as well so I'm gonna copypaste some of the answers

How many works do you have on AO3?

56

What’s your total AO3 word count?

335,451 (not bad, I’m kinda impressed with myself)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

most are either star wars (35) or tolkienverse (16) but I’ve written a couple of game of thrones fics, one mcu fic, one shadowhunters fic, and one mad max fury road fic

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The One in the Waiting Room, Over Hill and Under Tree, The Return of Hope, Of Stubborn Sons and Fussy Fathers, and Amnâs

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yeah, I love interacting with my readers^^ though sometimes it takes me a while to respond, especially to longer comments that require a more thoughtful answer. but I will respond eventually!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

ummm….. I don’t write a whole lot of angst overall and I try to end all my fics on at least a hopeful note so… I guess The Survivors or Lando Calrissian’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day or Clashes of the Blade and the Heart (the latter two due to source material aka empire strikes back canon)

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

my very first tolkienverse fic was a crossover between the hobbit, a song of ice and fire, and percy jackson and the olympians (though the only pjato character who appeared was thalia, but still). I’m proud to say that I made it work! (it's not on my ao3 though)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

some idiots on ff.net thought their opinions on the crossover fic above was wanted over five years after I finished translating it (I wrote it in finnish originally), telling me that uwu you shouldn’t put all these fandoms together it never works and also your translation sucks

like just click out then if you decide this fic isn’t for you????

on ao3 my experience has been more positive and the most negative comment I’ve ever received there was one that pointed out that I messed up with hyperdrive speed and corrected it (it was extremely polite and I’m still thankful for it)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

very rarely because I’m not good at it, but I have written two m/m smut fics (both skyrissian), two f/f (fem!kiliel and clizzy), and one m/f (kiliel)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so????

Have you ever had a fic translated?

over at ff.net someone asked if they could translate Far Longer Than Forever in german, but I never saw the translation in the end so idk if it existed. I have translated my own fics from finnish to english though^^

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no. I’ve collaborated with artists and betas for big bangs and and I’ve done some light betaing myself, but because I’m a very slow and infrequent writer I’d be a pretty shitty co-author >///////<

What’s your all time favorite ship?

why would you make me choose between my children? though I will say that after all these years bagginshield still gives me all the emotions~ but skyrissian and kiliel and gigolas own my heart as well

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don’t think I’ll ever finish Asshân as much as I’d love to. it needs a miracle tbh

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and humorous elements, absolutely

What are your writing weaknesses?

ACTION SCENES MY BEHATED

(also I violently overuse commas and em dashes)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

if there’s a translation provided at the end of the fic, why not. I have written some finnish dialogue in an otherwise english fic before and I can see myself doing that again

(I am absolutely writing finnish for my next star wars fic, I don't care what's the context, someone will yell VITTUSAATANA PERKELE)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the year was 2006, lordi had just won finland’s first victory in eurovision song contest, I was but 12 years old, and monsters were awesome…..

so I wrote several lordi fics between the years 2006 and 2012. it wasn’t rpf per se in that I did not write about the people behind the masks but of the monster characters themselves who actually have a lot of lore to them, and it was a lot of fun and I kinda wanna write about them again

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m honestly so critical towards my own writing so often when I reread my fics I just see all the mistakes and everything I’d do differently, but I have really good memories of writing The Return of Hope, and it’s the longest fic in ages that I’ve actually finished (and I will toot my own horn and say it is absolutely the superior episode ix tros ain’t got nothing on it)

tagging @lesbinewren @ahsokastars @minnarr and anyone who wants to do this^^ (no pressure!)

#my fics #tagging game #fic writing #i don't know why it made the number 56 so large on desktop

[lesbiankiliel]

Fic Writer Interview tagged by @determamfidd thanks my love ♥

How many works do you have on AO3?

55

What's your total AO3 word count?

334,267 (not bad, I'm kinda impressed with myself)

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

most are either star wars (35) or tolkienverse (15) but I've written a couple of game of thrones fics, one mcu fic, one shadowhunters fic, and one mad max fury road fic

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The One in the Waiting Room, Over Hill and Under Tree, The Return of Hope, Of Stubborn Sons and Fussy Fathers, and Amnâs

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yeah, I love interacting with my readers^^ though sometimes it takes me a while to respond, especially to longer comments that require a more thoughtful answer. but I will respond eventually!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

ummm..... I don't write a whole lot of angst overall and I try to end all my fics on at least a hopeful note so... I guess The Survivors or Lando Calrissian's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day or Clashes of the Blade and the Heart (the latter two due to source material aka empire strikes back canon)

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

my very first tolkienverse fic was a crossover between the hobbit, a song of ice and fire, and percy jackson and the olympians (though the only pjato character who appeared was thalia, but still). I'm proud to say that I made it work!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

some idiots on ff.net thought their opinions on the crossover fic above was wanted over five years after I finished translating it (I wrote it in finnish originally), telling me that uwu you shouldn't put all these fandoms together it never works and also your translation sucks

like just click out then if you decide this fic isn't for you????

on ao3 my experience has been more positive and the most negative comment I've ever received there was one that pointed out that I messed up with hyperdrive speed and corrected it (it was extremely polite and I'm still thankful for it)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

very rarely because I'm not good at it, but I have written two m/m smut fics (both skyrissian), two f/f (fem!kiliel and clizzy), and one m/f (kiliel)

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so????

Have you ever had a fic translated?

over at ff.net someone asked if they could translate Far Longer Than Forever in german, but I never saw the translation in the end so idk if it existed. I have translated my own fics from finnish to english though^^

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no. I've collaborated with artists and betas for big bangs and and I've done some light betaing myself, but because I'm a very slow and infrequent writer I'd be a pretty shitty co-author >///////<

What's your all time favorite ship?

why would you make me choose between my children? though I will say that after all these years bagginshield still gives me all the emotions~ but skyrissian and kiliel and gigolas own my heart as well

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I don't think I'll ever finish Asshân as much as I'd love to. it needs a miracle tbh

What are your writing strengths?

dialogue and humorous elements, absolutely

What are your writing weaknesses?

ACTION SCENES MY BEHATED

(also I violently overuse commas and em dashes)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

if there's a translation provided at the end of the fic, why not. I have written some finnish dialogue in an otherwise english fic before and I can see myself doing that again

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

the year was 2006, lordi had just won finland's first victory in eurovision song contest, I was but 12 years old, and monsters were awesome.....

so I wrote several lordi fics between the years 2006 and 2012. it wasn't rpf per se in that I did not write about the people behind the masks but of the monster characters themselves who actually have a lot of lore to them

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I'm honestly so critical towards my own writing so often when I reread my fics I just see all the mistakes and everything I'd do differently, but I have really good memories of writing The Return of Hope, and it's the longest fic in ages that I've actually finished (and I will toot my own horn and say it is absolutely the superior episode ix tros ain't got nothing on it)

I'm tagging @hobbitunderthemountain @thotinshield @crystalfoxfics and anyone who wants to do this^^ (I can never remember which one of my friends are fic writers I'm so sorry my name memory is awful!)

#about me #tagging game #erina's writings #fanfiction

[alexaplaysgames]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Tagged by: @onlyhereforinteractivestories thank you so much this was a blast! 🥰

Tagging: I reallyyyy hate doing this because I don’t want to make anyone feel obligated to do it. So anyone that wants to do it, do it and tag me please!

Name/Nickname: You can call me Alexa or Alex, I don’t really mind which.

Gender: Female

Starsign: Aries ♈️ 🔥 I think I’m a Gemini moon sign or sum but I’m bad with astrology.

Height: 5’0 welcome to Whoville y’all! Haters can’t bother me cause I can’t see em.

Time: it’s 9:43 AM as I’m writing this.

Birthday: April 17th

Favourite Bands and Favourite Solo Artists (combined): Listen, I’m honestly not a huge music fan. This list would include: a wack of rock bands my middle-aged father likes, a whole bunch of French-Canadian artists no one has heard of, and the people that write Disney songs. I also really like Michael Jackson, The Bee Gees, Mika, Led Zeppelin. It’s a weird list.

Song Stuck in my Head: Well now it’s Beat It by MJ because I had to think about him. But before that, the House MD theme song. I have problems with a capital Need to Get Some Help.

Last Movie: I watched The First Purge with a friend it left me scarred... The world is fucked up man.

Last Show: The Queen’s Gambit and Beth Harmon can step on me please.

When did you create this blog?: uh... like a few months ago? Idk? For quite a while I did nothing on it. Just stalked people harder than Joe Goldberg.

What do I Post: Garbage, honestly. Tbh, it’s just like everything that goes on in my mess of a brain. It’s really unorganized in here fam. I probably should’ve made seperate accounts with the number of fandoms, but I am lazy. So, like my bio says: everything interactive fiction.

Last Thing I Googled: Other than school related stuff (which is boring), The Wayhaven Chronicles fics on AO3. I obsessively read fanfiction- it’s unhealthy.

Following: 102 (let me love you my pretties)

Followers: 91 and they are all my children so my mother can’t ever ask me why I never gave her grandkids.

Do I Get Asks: Not really, but tbh I wouldn’t ask me questions either. My parents don’t call me a disappointment for nothing.

Why I Chose my URL: Honestly? I was planning to change it and just wanted something that worked. Do you know how many users with Alexa in the name there are? A lot, apparently. Too many. I’ll have to kill them all to become the only one. I’ll probably choose a new one until then.

Average Hours of Sleep: I actually sleep quite a bit, somewhere between 6-8 hours per night which is healthy, so wow! I guess I have accomplished something in my life. Although I am a uni student, this term just started so it’s pretty chill. But it probably won’t last for long.

Lucky number: 6! It was my soccer jersey number for a long time.

Instruments: Look... I’m a band kid. The only instrument I can actually 100% play is the euphonium. It’s not a pretty instrument; it sounds equivalent to a tortured elephant. Don’t bother looking it up, I promise you it’s not cool. But I did take guitar lessons. I just sucked.

What I’m Wearing: literally a t-shirt with a huge ass picture of Rupert Grint’s face on it that just says Ron in a font that looks vaguely threatening. I got it from my cousin. Other than that, Roots sweatpants.

Dream Job: I’m currently pre-vet so it would be nice to actually follow that through! We’ll see how that goes though. Sounds like a lot of commitment.

Dream Trip: I would love to visit Australia or Japan! They both sound really neat. Also, random fact: did y’all know Chris Hemsworth lives in Australia? That’s... an odd coincidence.

Last Book I Read: In reality, it would be an IF book (Supernatural in New York, precisely) but in terms of an actual novel? The Hobbit. Actually no, it would be my Biology textbook but that’s boring. I’m a cool kid.

Favourite Food: I really love pasta. Like crazy obsession amount of love for any kind of pasta. I’m not even remotely Italian. Give me those carbs.

Nationality: Canadian! 🇨🇦 and I find Canadian stereotypes hilarious. I often laugh over them while drinking maple syrup and riding my pet polar bear.

Favourite Song: Once again, I’m not a huge fan of music. So I’ll put the song I’m listening to right now: Golden by Harry Styles. I didn’t even know the name of the song until I looked it up. I’m sorry.

Top Three Fictional Universes: The Percy Jackson universe has been one of my favourites since forever. I also love Middle Earth, the setting of Lord of the Rings (I sound so basic). Lastly, the MCU! I’m a huge superhero fan :) it would be cool to be a superhero but I’d probably die in 0.02 seconds :/

#about me! #thanks so much for this! #long post

[imacrowcawcaw]

Treasure Ch. 1 (Penntin)

(Ao3)

Pairing: “Penny” Adiyodi/Quentin Coldwater, past Penny/Pearl Sunderland, past Quentin/Alice Quinn, background Margo & Eliot

Fandom: The Magicians (TV)

Length of series: who knows

Warnings/tags: magic (like duh), universe alterations, canon divergence (obviously), spells gone wrong, magic rituals, slow build, enemies to friends to lovers, first kiss, first time, snuggling and cuddling, Penny is very physically affectionate believe it or not, attempted humor, fluff, angst, smut, happy ending

Summary: 

Quentin fucks up a spell (Penny may or may not have also helped/hindered).

Quentin is the reason Penny can’t see unless he’s hugging him and also why everything smells like the Bog of Eternal Stench.

Quentin’s run-amuck brain brings all sorts of problems to the table.

Quentin is starting to make Penny feel funny in his chest (and his pants). 

Fuck Quentin, man.

Author’s Notes: I’m nearly through season one and am also not willing to put in hours of research on this universe’s magical rituals, so -- keep that in mind, I guess. That being said, I am in LOVE with this show and also this pairing. 78 stories on ao3?!? Fair, but sad…. I am falling hard and fast for Penntin (idk the ship name). So I had to write out everything in my brain. So here. Plays off of some the other fics on here, particularly “Practical applications of falling in love” -- kudos to you, @echomoon, that was amazing and I can’t stop thinking on the concept!! 

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The smell was everywhere. It burned through Penny’s nose like it had a personal vendetta against every single one of his nostril hairs (which, it had been kindly pointed out a few years ago by a bitch who will remain unnamed, numbered quite a few. Especially visible when underneath him, which almost everyone was in this apparent plane of Hobbits. Right, moving on. Bitch.)

He covered his nose with his hands, then the scarf wrapped loosely around his neck - purple silk, today - but the smell just kept coming and coming until he was nearly choking. 

In the back of his mind, Penny could feel the waves of panic, frustration, and disgust coming off of Quentin fucking Coldwater in a mixture much similar to what he was feeling. More panic, or course, cause the guy was a walking circus accident, and some various streams of babbling mind diarrhea lamenting about the awful smell. Surprisingly, the guy had a vocabulary Penny could almost be impressed by. But he was much more focused on himself and his dying nose, no matter how insistent Quentin’s feelings were.

And Penny would like to point out that he never willingly associated with that geek. It was always outside forces convening to push them together, whether in a study group or room assignments or the weird-ass plot against their lives that somehow connected Mothman and cursed daggers and creepy pedaphilic authors (that he would have liked to punch in the face).

Of course, that ever-present, invisible asshole (fate, god, the Dean; what did he care?) pushed them together yet again with more disastrous results. 

Like them being together in the same room at all.

Like them being paired up to do spell work.

Like them fucking it up. 

The disastrous fucking results he just knew were going to happen were, apparently, this smell. He had scented some pretty bad (literal) shit in his lifetime, but nothing compared to the absolute atrocity that was Quentin bungling a simple ass locator spell. 

“Oh, my god!”

And that was the fucking idiot, desperately clutching his ever-present baggy shirt over his face like it would do some good against it. Magical stenches did not, as it appeared, let themselves be blocked out so easily. 

Penny rolled his eyes - watering like a baby’s, he might add - and made his way over to a window on the backside of the class, pounding at the frame with his fist when it wouldn’t fucking budge. 

Stupid Quentin, going and burning his nose because he couldn’t fucking concentrate on anything other than Alice’s tits. Bet he had something to do with the stuck window, too. 

“Come ON, fucking open!” Penny muttered. 

He was desperate for fresh air. He would beg and cry if he had to - his eyes were already crying, and also did he mention fuck this? - but he just needed this goddamn window to open up, so if he could just get the latch to jiggle a little more to the left-

Aha! Fresh air!

Penny stuck his head out of the window and breathed in deeply, opening his mouth as wide as it would go like a dog on a car ride. He gulped and drank in the life-giving oxygen -- but, but it was-

“-ON’T PENNY! GET AWAY FROM THERE!”

Ugh, Quentin. Trust him to fuck up not only the air inside the classroom but the whole fucking campus as well. He would have to be funding the entire infirmary at this point. 

Sighing (and then retching), Penny pulled back to shut the window and noticed something real fucking peculiar. And creepy. 

Either he had been blinded by the horrible smell - and it was that bad, he wasn’t immediately discounting the theory - or a thick fucking fog had rolled in while Penny wasn’t paying attention. Cause he couldn't see anything. All across his field of vision was grey -- actually, it was more of a murky blue than grey, and it was moving at a surprising speed for having no conceivable end to it. And it was so thick (like Quentin, god Penny was going to fucking kill him).

“Penny! Please get away from the window!”

Quentin was pleading with him now, and Penny almost felt bad about how scared he sounded -- not entirely, though; that voice crack was hilarious. Idiot fucking deserved to be scared. Look what he had done!

He turned around to tell him just that, except for, uh, he couldn’t see him. The fog was in the room. 

The podium near Penny’s left side was a vaguely visible outline, and the front lab table even less so -- man, don’t even get him started on the desks and chairs. There was nothing. He could be in Fillory for all he knew- oh. Hell to the fucking no.

“Quentin!” He roared, “Where the fuck are we?!”

“Wh- what do you mea-- here! We’re in class! Where the hell are you?”

So that was a relief, if a disappointing one (those were called oxymorons, right? Fits. Quentin was a moron who was causing him to run out of fucking oxygen.)

“I’m by the window, dumbass! Trying to get some fresh fucking air, cause you fucking destroyed it all and replaced it with dog shit!”

This is worse than dog shit.

Oh god-fucking-damn. He did not need Quentin’s thoughts right now. Penny carefully moved forward, sweeping one foot in an arch across his path before he stepped down. 

He figured Quentin was doing the same, because he heard the rambling oh fuck what was that where am I where’s Penny I’m such an idiot oh my god was that a rat streaming through his head as Coldwater, clearly, let all his wards down in an effort to fully concentrate on navigation and breathing. 

This once, Penny couldn’t quite blame him for devoting all of his energy to the task at hand instead of blocking him off -- but it was still annoying. He was so good at concentrating and yet Quentin managed to get into his brain clear as glass. And he was so fucking annoying. 

“Fuck, Coldwater! Shut the hell up!” Penny sighed and paused, running a hand over his hair. The waves of panic were increasing. “Just stay where you are and I’ll come to you. But stop thinking, please.”

“Yeah, okay- oh! Ow, fuck…”

There was a loud crash and then Quentin's pained noises as he clearly ran into some sort of furniture. Penny sighed again. What idiot had let this guy anywhere near a spellbook? (Nevermind how powerful he occasionally was -- that didn’t make up for stupidity.)

Penny breathed deeply - the one meditation practice he admitted could help, if only to calm him down - and kept making his slow way across the room. He was pretty sure that he was in the center of the room now, but he also knew that not being able to see made distances seem much longer than they were. 

He took another step and ended up tripping over the same goddamn chair Quentin had apparently ran into, because his body landed on another guy’s that made a pathetic “ow” noise again. 

“Jesus Christ, Quent, you could of at least picked yourself back up off of… the…. floor,” he slowly trailed off, looking around. 

There was no more fog. There was no more burning smell. The classroom was exactly like it was before they had started the chant -- empty desks and chairs left behind by all the people who didn’t have slow idiot’s for lab partners, wood paneling that tried and failed to look classy, and the front lab table covered in various magical instruments. 

“What the hell?”

Quentin sat up underneath him - as much as he could - rubbing his nose and sniffing deeply. Penny agreed. The air felt amazing, like a soothing balm on his poor, abused air canals. 

He quickly realized that there was still a geek that was responsible for all this mess half-lying on the floor underneath his body, and that someone could walk in at any moment. So that was un-fucking-desirable, in multiple ways (ugh, Quentin. Just thinking about him made Penny shudder.)

With a quick brace of his arms, Penny bolted upright and took several steps away from the nerd -- back into the fog and the awful smell. 

“Ah!”

He looked around, confused and pissed off. Was this some kind of joke the kid was trying to pull on him? 

Penny tried to do a simple fire spell, then again, and again; each time more desperately than the last. Nothing. It was like the fog was muting his magic -- it was curling in scarily tentacle-like clouds around his hands, engulfing them in dense smoke and snuffing out any sparks he could have produced. 

Now Penny was panicking a little. 

He was still mostly pissed off, mostly- extremely pissed at Quentin, possibly more than he ever had been before, and frustrated with just a twinge of panic at the absence of his magic; the opposite of the nervous nellie probably still huddled around a chair leg on the floor. 

Something grabbed at his foot, and, suddenly, the smell and fog had gone away again. He could breathe and see and there was a rather large flame coming from his hands, a culmination of the previously snuffed flames all working together to express his rage through fire. 

When he looked down, Quentin was actually clinging to his foot, not a chair, and looking very nervous. What was new. Penny tried to kick him off and succeeded after a moment, the blueness invading so suddenly he didn’t even notice the smell for a second. 

Then it was gone, again - he was gonna get whiplash from this shit - and Quentin was hugging his leg, again. This time he looked more sheepish than nervous, and it made Penny want to kick him in the face. 

(Ch. 2 on Tumblr)

“I, uh- I think that the fog and the smell only happens when we’re not touching each other.”

What. 

Well, it made sense considering the last three minutes of god dicking with the light switch - not to mention Quentin’s history of idiocracy and miss-castings, but-. Come on.

“Coldwater, I. Am. Going. To. Fucking. Kill. You.”

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[branching-paths]

Of Thorin and Of Pancakes

Another chapter two days late, sorry y’all!

Should I add a tag list and a summary? I see a lot of stories doing that...

Also, should I announce the POV? Idk how much of this works, or what would make more sense to readers

Alright, well here we go!

"Hey get up," Someone called in the middle of the battle. I looked around, only seeing Orcs, and dwarrow. Something hit my side and my eyes flung open. It was early morning, before dawn, and I wasn't in the middle of a battle field. Bofur was standing next to me, gently rubbing my side with his boot. "I thought ye weren't going to get up," He said with a smirk. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.     "No, just took a while to find my way back," I mumbled as I dropped my hands.

    "I know the feelin'," Bofur sighed. "You and Thorin have got watch 'til dawn." With a tip of his floppy hat, Bofur went to his roll next to Bifur and Bombur and curled up in the Ur heap. Thorin was standing near the field, watching it like it might reveal a pack of Orc on our tail. I pulled myself to my feet and went to thinking. Why did Bofur want me to watch with Thorin? Did Fili and Kili set it up, or was it just because Bofur thought it was my turn to watch, seeing as I was late to the party? I walked over to Thorin and hugged my shoulders from the cold, even though it was April. Thorin glanced over and smirked. I nodded and looked into the field with him. Seeing nothing there, I turned towards Thorin and looked at his face.     "Yes," Thorin asked. I growled and shook my head. "What?" Thorin turned to face me.     "Why didn't you tell me," I growled at him.     "Tell you what, that the Orcs have a bounty on my head," He growled back. "They've had a bounty on my head since Azog died."     "You could have told me," I growled again. I took a deep breath and looked out into the field again. "Fili and Kili said you weren't yourself on the way to the Shire." Thorin snorted softly.     "Just a little tense after the Wargs," He mumbled.     "WARGS?!" I yelled. Thorin clamped his hand on my mouth. We both took a look around camp, nobody had woken up from my outraged yell.     "Yes, they were on the east end of the Shire," Thorin mumbled quietly. "Nobody was hurt. How's Dis?" I frowned at him and let the Wargs issue drop.     "Fine, started to help out Jezel with her sewing shop last I heard." The rest of the pre dawn morning past by without much more happening. The only interesting thing that happened was that Gandalf screamed out in his sleep, "You shan't take my hobbit!" At first light, I went to my pack and pulled out a box. Inside were special things that I would need to get today off with a good start. I opened it up and smiled at the eggs that lay waiting in the box with butter and syrup. Thorin peered over my shoulder and frowned as he laced his arm around my middle.     "What are you going to do with those," He asked in my ear. I smiled brightly and shut the box.     "Making something to cheer everyone up," I said looking at him. I pecked his cheek and twirled out of his arms. I stopped next to Bombur's pots and pulled out a frying pan. I set it on the coals and pulled out things to make pancakes. They solve many things, I have found. I made a double batch and flopped the first pancake into the hot pan, making a sizzling sound.     "Pancakes," Thorin asked, sitting down next to me. I nodded and set down the batter bowl on my other side.     "Don't get any ideas," I said, poking him in the side. Thorin chuckled and grabbed the box, pulling out the butter and syrup. A few minuets later, the sweet smell of pancakes wafted through the camp, making Bombur sit up, arms raised.     "Pancakes," He mumbled. His eyes flew open and he lowered his arms. "I must have been dreaming," He said sadly.     "No you weren't," I called to him, startling the poor dwarrow. I lifted the pan, showing the nearly done breakfast food. Bombur got to his knees and crawled over his cousins. I flipped the pan with a chuckle and the pancake flew into the air. Bombur caught it with his hands and shoved it into his mouth, still steaming hot from the pan. He munched it down quickly and smiled.     "That's a great recipe Myrin," He mumbled through the last of the pancake. "Where'd you get it?"     "From some very rude dwarrow, Trial and Error," I said with a smirk. Bombur smiled and pulled out another pan from his pack. He set that on another part of the coals and cooked with me. Fili and Kili were the next ones up, tangled in each other even though their bed rolls were apart. Kili attempted to sit up, but Fili's arm held his neck.     "Fee, get off," Kili mumbled. Fili turned over top  of his younger brother, but Kili was free. He finally sat up and sniffed. "Is that pancakes," He asked, looking over at me. I nodded and flipped another pancake. Kili walked over and took one from Bombur. Fili soon got up and followed suit. Soon after, everyone was up and was fed, everyone but the hobbit. When dawn had come, and the sun was fully over the horizon, Bilbo was still sleeping. As I finished up the last four pancakes, Thorin got up and hovered over the hobbit, nudging him with his boot's toe. Bilbo moaned and rolled over. He curled around Thorin's foot as everyone suppressed giggles.     "Pancakes, I smell pancakes," Bilbo moaned. He turned his face to the sky and opened his eyes. His face morphed into a panic as Thorin glared at him. Bilbo pulled away from Thorin and stood up, face red and obviously embarrassed. "T-terribly sorry Thorin, I-I don't know w-what to-"     "You should have been up an hour ago," Thorin growled, interrupting Bilbo. I frowned as I flipped the pancake. "Hurry up and eat so we can get moving." Thorin went over to a stump and pulled out a map from his pack, along with a water skin. I smirked and leaned over to Kili.     "Has he always been this tense on long road trips," Kili asked. I shook my head.     "I have an idea to get him out of his rut though," I breathed. I whispered my plan to Kili who was giving me a lopsided grin. I pulled my pack over and pulled out some tea leaves, peppermint leaves.     "Kili, come and help me out with the ponies," Fili called.     "That's going to mess things up," Kili whispered. I shook my head.     "No it won't, just call Thorin over," I mumbled. "Tell Fili, he should be in with it." Kili nodded as he stood up. Bilbo walked over and took Kili's spot.     "What are you two doing," Bilbo asked, cocking an eyebrow. I pursed my lips and shook my head.     "Don't know what you're talking about hobbit," I said as I shook my pack to settle the contents. Bilbo frowned as he grabbed a pancake, tore it up and put it on his plate.     "Then why is Kili avoiding Thorin," Bilbo asked. I frowned and looked up at him. He pointed to Thorin, who was talking with Kili. Kili wasn't looking at him, but he had his grin. Kili darted away, and Thorin looked at me, confused. I shrugged and picked up my pack. I stood up and sighed. Bilbo frowned.     "What are you going to ride," He asked. I shrugged.     "I'll figure something out," I said.     "THORIN," Kili bellowed. All head turned towards the field, where Fili and Kili were getting the ponies ready. My own head turned to Thorin, who was frowning at his map.     "What Kili," Thorin asked. A few minuets past before either responded.     "It's your pony," Fili yelled back. Thorin growled and looked up.     "What about him," He yelled. A few more minuets.     "It's....nose has got something..... weird," Kili yelled back. I raised my hand to slap my forehead, but went to itch my nose instead. Thorin folded up the map, got up and walked past everyone, grumbling under his breath.     "It's a muzzle nit-wit," He growled. The second he was out of sight, I crept over to his water skin and shoved the leaves into it. Everyone was so busy watching what Thorin and the boys were doing, nobody saw me shove the leaves into his water skin. I crept back over and walked out to the field to help Fili and Kili with their uncle. Thorin was rubbing his pony's muzzle, glaring at Fili and Kili.     "But there was something sticking out of his muzzle," Kili insisted.     "It was black and slimy," Fili added.     "What ever you thought you saw, you didn't," Thorin growled. He turned around and frowned at me. "What are you doing," He asked. I smiled at him and pulled Kili over, my arm around his shoulders.     "Helping these angels with the ponies," I replied. Thorin frowned further and grabbed his pony's reins.     "More like imps," He mumbled under his breath. I squinted at him as he walked away with his pony. Once he was out of ear shot, Kili burst into giggles.     "We're going to get in so much trouble," Fili said, suppressing his own chuckles. I shrugged and grabbed the reins of two ponies and lead them towards the camp. Nori and Bofur took the ponies from me and mounted.     "Wha' are you gonna ride Myrin," Nori asked. I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes.     "Why is everyone so interested in what I'll ride," I yelled. "I'll run if I have to!" Everyone got on their steeds, everyone but Thorin.     "Hey, we're ready Thorin," Dwalin called. Thorin got up, folded up his map and grabbed his water skin. He took a swig of it, and sprayed it out. He wiped his mouth and frowned at his skin. I glanced over at Fili and Kili. Both were red faced and giving toothy grins. I took four deep breaths and bit my tongue to keep from laughing. I glanced back at Thorin, and burst out. He looked up and frowned.     "What did you do," He growled. I bit my lips and smirked. Thorin walked over to me and held up his water skin. "What did you do," He repeated.     "I kind of shoved tea leaves into your skin while you went to see what was wrong with your pony," I said, barely controlling my laughter. "I just know how much you love tea." Fili and Kili burst out laughing. Thorin glanced at them, then back at me.     "I see now, you three pranked me again," He growled. "You three have got pony watch for the next three weeks, Myrin, you've got scouting duty-"     "But she hasn't a ride Thorin," Gandalf reminded. I glared at Gandalf.     "Who says so," I asked.     "Besides Thorin, that's a little harsh," Gandalf said. "It's was just a prank." Thorin glared at Gandalf and mounted his pony.     "Prank or not, they are all acting like dwarflings," Thorin growled. He turned to me and frowned. "Hopefully being responsible will set them straight. Myrin call your ride and catch up." Thorin turned the pony around and trotted out of the clearing. Fili and Kili rode over to me and looked down.     "You weren't kidding," I moaned. "A total knot in the beard."     "We thought you would set him straight," Kili said. "Maybe he's just tense about everything." I nodded.     "Maybe..."     "FILI AND KILI," Thorin called from ahead. They sighed and spurred their ponies ahead.     "Hurry please," Kili called back. I nodded and took a deep breath. I let out an eagle scream and smiled as I heard it echo around the valley. I waited a few minuets, but nothing happened. I frowned and looked in the sky. She never was late when I called. I looked around and spotted a nice tall aspen. I reached up and pulled myself into the tree. I climbed to the top and looked around the valley. To the west, Thorin had the company at a fast trot, to the north and south were massive storm clouds. I twirled around to the other side of the tree and looked to the east. Hobbiton lay silent on the horizon, bright, white fluffy clouds hovering over the peaceful village. I was suddenly picked up by my shoulders and plucked from the tree. I looked up and smiled. Lakita, my long time friend was carrying me.     "Hey girl," I yelled. She looked down and if a griffon could smile she did. We angled upward and she threw me upwards. I straightened out and parted my legs. Lakita flew under me and I landed in the Warg saddle she wore. As she angled downward, I strapped my legs in and rubbed her white neck feathers. Lakita was white everywhere but her tail and head, and we had been friends ever since Erebor fell. I turned my torso around and made sure that everything that was in the saddle luggage was still there. Cooking supplies, two sets of clothes, medical supplies, my bow and a bunch of arrows. I nodded and turned back around. Lakita trilled and shook her brown head.     "I know, I missed you too," I clacked, rubbing her neck again. I felt my swords hitting my legs on both sides as we flew, so I strapped them into the leg straps. I looked around the valley, deciding I could scout as flew towards the company. I didn't spot anything threatening, so I shut my eyes. Lakita trilled a few minuets later, so I opened my eyes. The company was right in front of us. I trilled at Lakita to land behind everyone. She back pedaled and landed next to Fili. He lifted his eyebrows and gave a quick nod.     "That took a while," Kili said.     "She was in the middle of eating," I said, rubbing her neck again. She cawed and Bilbo yelped. He looked around and his eyes landed on Lakita. His mouth flapped a few times before he could speak. When he did, he seemed angry.     "That thing kidnapped me," He yelled. I frowned at him as Lakita trilled at him.     "Correction," I said. "I asked her to find the company, and remove any suspicious characters. I thought she just picked up some random hobbit. You honestly look different upside down, wind tossed, and frightened." Bilbo frowned at me.     "Who wouldn't," He growled. "So how did you come by a griffon?" I pursed my lips.     "Yeah, you've never told us how you got Lakita," Kili added. Fili looked at me and gave me puppy eyes. Kili joined in and I melted.     "Fine," I yelled. "Right before Erebor fell, Thorin and I went hunting and found these humans from Dale picking on Lakita-"     "Wait, you're-"     "Don't interrupt hobbit," Kili said.     "Kicked their but, freed Lakita from the log of doom-" Lakita trilled, annoyance thick in her shriek. "-she flew off and Smaug came. Went back in, saved Dis-"     "Who's Dis," Bilbo asked.     "My Amad, now be quiet," Kili said again.     '"-Came back out, Lakita picked me up, and friendship blossomed." I pursed my lips again. Bilbo frowned.     "How did you get a saddle," Bilbo asked. I rubbed the worn leather, memories flooding my mind.     "Up in her nest," I said, playing with a piece of leather that needed resewn.     "Oh, so that's where you went," Thorin called from ahead. Bilbo looked up towards him, looked back at me and frowned at his saddle horn.     "How long have you two um.....known eachother," He asked. I scrunched up an eye as I thought.     "Since I was little," I mumbled. I smiled and looked up at the back of Thorin's head. "We've had some fun, Thorin and I. And some not so fun things happen."  I cleared my throat and looked around. It had started to rain again, so I pulled up the hood of my white cloak. Bilbo didn't have a cloak, so his head was drenched. I chuckled as Lakita shook, spraying Fili, Kili and Bilbo with water. Poor Hobbit.......

    We traveled for a while more, then the terrain became too muddy to travel. We all huddled under trees, or in Bilbo's case wings. Lakita laid down and looked around the puddle of a camp. Her eyes narrowed at Dwalin and I smiled. He glared back and she screeched at him. Bilbo got off his pony and stared at Lakita.     "Do you want to catch a cold Hobbit," I asked as I walked along Lakita's flank.     "No, it's just I'm curious about your friend," He said, taking a step towards her head. I chuckled as Lakita looked at Bilbo through her blue eye. "Is she blind in this one," Bilbo asked, pointing to her eye. Lakita thumped him softly on his head with the under side of her beak. She pulled Bilbo close and pulled him under one of her wings.     "I'm going to walk around, see how bad the rain is," I said, rubbing Lakita on her wing joint.     "I'll go with," Thorin said. In the corner of my eye, I saw Fili whisper something to Kili, who smirked. Thorin pulled his hood up again, resting his hand on his sword. We walked into the surrounding fields, the company had camped in the only trees in a few miles. Once we were out of ear shot, I looked at Thorin.     "Why did you do that," I growled. "Now they'll suspect something." Thorin took a deep breath and coughed.     "Because there's bandits out here," He said once he caught his breath. "Two's better then one." I snorted and took a step forward. Water soaked my entire leg, all because I stepped into a pothole. I hissed as I pulled my leg out again, shaking it once it was out. Thorin was chuckling at me, his arms folded tightly across his chest. As if he was cold. We walked for a while longer, surveying a new route, seeing just how bad the rain was. Two new rivers flowed through the road, one was two feet deep, the other only a few inches, but it was wide. We stood at the second river for a while, deciding if we should cross it or find another route, when I was tackled into the river. I caught myself and rolled over, someone  jumped on top of me. I was pushed face first into the shallow river as knees dug into my back. I lifted my head and turned it to the side as my hands were bound. If I could shake this guy off... A knife dug into my back, making me gasp. I lifted my legs and kicked the thing that was on me, making the knife skim my back. I rolled to my left, away from the person and got to my feet. Three humans, young boys about seventeen or so, were attacking Thorin, who was holding his ground, barely. I grabbed a knife from my boot and freed myself. The boy that was on my back pulled himself out of the river and looked at me.     "Yer gonna regret tha," He growled. I pulled my hands out from behind my back, still holding the knife. They boy's eyes widened with fear, and he got to his feet.     "Scat," I growled at him. He sprinted east, screaming about a banshee or something. I drew my swords and wadded through the river towards Thorin. The others looked more like noble folk, mostly because they had swords and dressed with bright colors. Maybe they stole them, maybe not....     "You're terrible with the sword dwarf," One yelled at Thorin. "Give us a challenge!"     "I'll give you a challenge," I yelled, jumping onto of him. He let out a very high pitched scream as he fell into the river. My right sword met with number two's weak thrust, so I disarmed him before he could hurt anyone else. Thorin was still at it with number three, until he broke down in a fit of coughing. Three knocked him over into the river as Thorin coughed. I tripped him and pointed my sword point at him as he landed on his back.     "You dare try and hurt him," I growled. In the corner of my eye, I saw Two and One getting up, grabbing their swords and approaching me from behind. Keeping my left sword on the boy on the ground, I turned and pointed my other sword at the other two. They stopped dead in their tracks. Thorin stood up and went into another coughing fit.     "Does he have the plague or something," Three asked. I turned to him and almost growled that he didn't.     "Yes," I growled. They all went white and glanced at Thorin.     "Are you infected too," Two asked. Once again, I almost said no.     "Yes," I said, giving a feeble cough for good measure. "And you three are going to get it if you don't leave us alone." They scampered quicker then Fili and Kili when a bad prank went wrong. I helped Thorin up and slapped his back, launching him into yet another round of coughing.     "You okay," I asked. Thorin nodded and smiled at me.     "I do not have the plague," He snorted. I laughed and picked up Thorin's sword. He took it and we walked back to the puddle of a camp. We walked into the firelight, and Oin was on top of us in a heartbeat.     "Why are you wet, do you want to catch Death," He screamed at us. He started to pull at our cloaks, coats, and vests. Soon I was just in my white under shirt, and black leggings. My boots, socks, half vest, coat, winter coat, and cloak were hanging on a tree, drying, even though my cloak was waterproof. I sat down at the fire to warm my toes, which were frozen solid. My hair was undone so it could dry, I thought it looked like molten gold. Something went thump behind me, drawing my attention from rubbing my toes, to wondering why Bofur fainted. His hat was still planted on his head, surprisingly.     "Why did Bofur faint," Balin asked.     "Like a hobbit," Kili added. Bifur stepped over his brother and crouched by his head. With a pull on Bofur's nose, he was up. That's when his hat fell off.     "Wha' happen," He mumbled.     "You fainted like a hobbit," Bilbo said, handing Bofur his hat. Bofur took it and looked around.     "Why did I- Oh.....That's why... Myrin you're bleeding." All eyes flew to me as Bofur pointed at my back. I patted my back and looked at my hand.     "Oh, must of been from that knife...... Oin, can I have a few bandages," I asked.     "Sure," He said, reaching into his satchel and tossing me a few strips of cloth. I walked past the firelight and took care of my back. I walked back, happening to pass Thorin, who grabbed my hand and pressed it to his forehead.     "You're hot," He mumbled. My mouth went dry. I knew what he meant to say, but it still left me uncomfortable, and apparently I wasn't the only one. The only ones who weren't the least bit uncomfortable, were Fili, Kili and Gandalf who I think was sleeping, but it was hard to tell when he sleeps with his eyes open.     "Is he flirting with her, or is he saying she feels feverish," Fili asked quietly. I ignored them and turned my attention to Thorin, who was frowning. I pulled my hand out of his and, self consciously, wiped it on my leggings.     "You're one to speak," I growled at him. His forehead was un naturally hot. Realizing what that could entail, I slapped my hand against his forehead again, almost knocking him over. I couldn't really get a good reading with my freezing hand, so I leaned in and put my cheek against his forehead. Still very hot. "Oin...." The tone in my voice made everyone tense, even Gandalf who must of woken up. Oin walked over and put his hand on Thorin's head, then nodded solemnly.     "You've got a fever Thorin," He announced. Oin lowered himself to Thorin's eyes and glared into them. "You are going to have blankets, and coats on you for the next two days, and I don't want any complaints! Myrin, you know what to get..." I grimaced and went to Oin's medical pack. I pulled out a few cloves of garlic, a few licorice roots, and Oin's mix of elderberry juice. I pulled out the canteen and his mortar and pestle. I ground up the stuff and shoved it into the canteen, with the elderberry juice. I dumped some water in the canteen and shook it up. I glanced over at Thorin and laughed. He had seven blankets on him, and three hats. He looked absolutely miserable. I took a sip of the potion and gagged. I dumped some honey Oin had in a jar into the canteen and shook it up again. After a more palatable sip, I threw it at Thorin and watched him empty the canteen. He grimaced when he finished and handed me back the canteen.

#thoin/oc #bilbo baggins #fili #kili #the hobbit #established relationship #branching paths #hobbit au #story #writblr #this is so fun #i love writing

[honeyedhoseok]

HI IM BACK AND GET READY CAUSE IM ABOUT TO GO OFF. Starting with last chapter..So as we are aware of past standing & how they’re both toxic I’m so fucking mad at both. OC never had the right to treat tae like that but tae also never should have blamed her because he LET her believe the past. I’m not saying what she was doing was ok but it makes sense she would have trust issues when it comes to him. Taehyung should have definitely not even hurt her in the first time they were together+

***THE V2 SERIES SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!!!****

That being said he was the first to fuck up. Now, in current times i understand the fact that they are not together & he can mess with whom ever he wants while oweing OC nothing. She’s in REALTIONSHIP given that he’s a asshole & should leave him. That’s another case but tae has all the right to be mad because he wants her & she has the chance once again but she won’t try it. I’m just mad at the way they both went at it+

But tae full on doing all those pictures on social media and maybe ending up with that girl OC was paranoid about is such a low blow. He did it with suelgi & now with this new girl. He has no right to pretend like he’s the one hurt when all he does when he comes around is destroy OC. OC is still toxic to him!! She needs to learn to love herself once again & leave hangbin. God it’s scary how OC & tae realationship is so toxic still the healthiest one they have+

But i can’t help feel more for the OC because tae did this to her. He created this whole situation he can’t just act like she’s the only one to blame!!! I just want to fight him. Plus it takes two to fuck up!!! He was fully aware of being with OC while she’s with hangbin. He can’t blame her (cheating isn’t okay i hate that shit) but hangbin cheats to in some ways and i hate him the most. Taehyung really knows he’s left OC hurting again & here he is living life. He’s fully aware of +

What he’s doing all over again. I’m not saying they belong together. I’m just saying he brought it all up. I wish OC would just leave both hangbin & tae to focus on her. Yeah, life & leaving comfort for something unknown is beyond terrifying but she should choose to be happy. Neither of the men in her life deserve her all she does is cry. I just want them both to hurt like never before. I want OC to never turn back & leave tae behind. I want to see tae hurt +

And sometimes i feel bad for tae but then i remember he did this to OC. He’s doing it again. He should hurt like she did. Anyways I’m sad because he didn’t even show emotion in his eyes when he saw OC. Nothing. I wish OC would do that to him. Wow I’m sad and mad

I guess you could say I’m a little biased towards OC but I’m fully aware she’s not in the right either. What she was doing to tae and stringing him along like that was in no way ok. Just cause he hurt her doesn’t mean she should repay him. Idk man they’re both messy and i want them far away from each other to never meet again. 

So first, I’m absolutely TICKLED that the V2 series has sparked such a long, detailed inbox message!!! Secondly, I’m totally going to play devil’s advocate in my answer because I feel a lot of hatred for Taehyung in this ask…(which is totally okay!!!!):

Remember that Taehyung technically didn’t post anything that was out of the ordinary on his social media. He posted a pic of himself with Yeseul tagged in the caption–to anyone BUT y/n, this would look totally normal! It was y/n doing her jealousy sleuthing that she stumbled across Yeseul’s pictures of Taehyung, not the other way around :’)

I’d also like to point out here that Y/N is TERRIBLE at expressing her feelings, which you probably already know. She was terrible in high school when she blew up and cut ties with Taehyung without actually hearing his side, and she still is now when she won’t figure out what she wants more–Taehyung, Hongbin, or to be alone. She doesn’t let anyone in. She doesn’t know how Taehyung feels about her because she won’t talk to him about the status of their relationship. (Remember, she said he was her “best friend” in FFBB. Like, y/n! WTF!) Additionally, Taehyung doesn’t know how SHE feels about him, because she doesn’t discuss it, but he can kind of tell from the way she wants him around all the time and of course, because they’ve been in a secret relationship for years with no label on it. So a lot of this hurt that y/n is experiencing comes from her own stubborness and unwillingness to figure out what the fuck she wants and express that to other people. Hence, everything blows up in her face. And what does she do? Sulk. Cry. Pout. Become a hobbit. 

AGAIN, Taehyung is not completely blame-free in this situation at all! He does hold a guilty conscience for helping y/n cheat for years, but he secretly despises Hongbin so I can see why he would be okay with hurting him like that. He sees this as a situation to where he gets y/n even a LITTLE bit, and so he’s okay with it. Of course, it hurts. Of course, it sucks. Of course, he wants more. But Taehyung is somehow satisfied because it’s better than going without–OR, it WAS until he realized how much of his life he was wasting being y/n’s side piece and blew up in FFBB. y/n hurt him a lot with that “I wish it could always be like this” line. Like, it TOTALLY could, but again, y/n is selfish and doesn’t want anything to change but taehyung does. It’s a flaw of human nature lol. 

In my very honest opinion, I think that Taehyung deserves this little bit of get back that happens in Stitch. For years he’s let y/n control him and kind of hover over his every decision since he moved near her, and I think seeing her squirm a little bit when he doesn’t come crawling back to her is good for him. It’s helping his self-esteem (which he should have a lot of, because V2 Taehyung is kind of a good guy!!!! imo)

I agree. They are both messy. But I think the clean up lies in Y/N’s hands. She started this whole thing again. In Don’t You Need Me she kissed Taehyung and then freaked out but guess who was apologizing in the end? certainly not y/n for her own actions. It was only Taehyung. And then who came back and said “I need you around”? Yeah, y/n has a lot to do to make this better. I think the cards are in her hands, and the perfect time to start would be *cough* during the party at Yeonwoo’s because *cough* Yeseul isn’t coming and neither is Hongbin *cough cough* 

Thank you so much for this ask!!!!!!!11 I had so much fun typing all this out lol :’)))))

#the v2 series #stitch #forever fire burning blue #don't you need me? #castintothenight #answered ask

[sinisterfeline]

WIP folder!

Rules:

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @diemarysues and well, here’s what I have in my laptop I guess since I’ve started to use FocusWriter (and my sudden surge of energy to write wow 20gayteen keeps giving!), even tho I have lots of files in my google docs but ughhhh I don’t wanna screenshot *that* because I honestly don’t know how to do a good one without making you all see what’s truly written. Also, I’ve been hoarding files in both of my e-mail addresses (WHY am I such a damn un-organized mess) All of my Hobbit fics are in those docs, sorry y’all. I’m so lazy.

Why are they not in this folder?? Easy. I have lived in fear for repetition of the great purge 2015. Laptop betrayed me. This is me now playing with fire. This folder is like a new small dresser where I have dumped some t-shirts I’ve bought and some underwear, where as the google docs are a damn fucking mess of burning bras and a moldy skeleton IDK---

(All except flirt, chapter 2, Nori vs ghosts, scent of evergreen and starstrand, are bnha wips. Sorry, it’s my latest poison)

Hmmm. I’ll tag (no obligations darlings) will be @sansael @moyaofthemist (morgan you must have an impressive folder <3)  @diskingoferebor and @inside-the-mountain  and everyone else who wants to try this out!!! 

#michie got tagged #actually I've been tagged so many damn times but always forgets to do the thing #sandra I'm so sorry for all the times you've tagged me #everyone who's tagged me I'm sorry #michie personal #I didn't change anything in my folder I resisted #honestly I have no idea what 'Flirt' and 'Chapter 2' is........

[laisselfreemaiden]

Grandmother’s Ring p.2

Pairing: I have it decided but ;)

Warnings: Cursing and...idk honestly I forget. Is genderneutral friend a warning?? Idk probably not oops

Summary: Your grandmother left you a silver ring. What happens when you find a new world after it’s yours?

A/n: I have a genderneutral friend for you in here, but if I missed a they/them in there please let me know, I’ve never used those for a single character before so it’s weird for me to get used to ^^; and I made your interactions and nicknames like how I talk to my friends so sorry!

    You wake up ten minutes before your alarm goes off, making you groan and roll over with your face in your pillow. You have no idea what could have woken you up, but something had. And it feels horrible because you were in the middle of a good dream, too. Rubbing your eyes, you decide to just get up for work. You shut off your alarm, put on your black pants and off-white t-shirt, then grab your bag and head out the door. You say goodbye to your cat, scratching behind her ears, then lock the door behind you. Your best friend is waiting outside in his car for you, texting on his phone as you slam the door shut.

    “Who you texting?” You lean over his shoulder with a grin, seeing “Beautiful<3” in the chat.

    “Just Mac. Ready to serve coffee and candy to people for like...five hours?”

    Your eyes roll. “How are they, anyway? And no, it’s gonna suck ass, but at least I get good enough tips.”

    He smiles and starts driving to the cafe you work at. Mac and Jace have been your friends since middle school and you are definitely their biggest cheerleader when it came to their relationship. Mac is a huge sweetie, but they’ll kick ass if anyone messes with you or their boyfriend. They may be a shorty, but they are absolutely your bodyguard.

    You thank Jace for the ride and head inside, seeing Mac already handing out different coffees and chocolates to a small family. They shoot you a smile and wink as they put the money in the register.

    “Hey, baby girl, ready to work for your living?”

    “No,” you laugh softly as you wrap an arm over their shoulders. “But it can’t be so bad if you’re here.”

    Mac laughs softly at that, then pats your shoulder gently. “I’m glad to see you’re back to normal.”

    It’s been two days since the funeral, four since your grandmother passed, and almost a week of you being in a depressive slump. You’re not sure what had broken it, maybe having some of her things have helped. Like her ring. It’s an oddly comfortable weight against your chest.

    “Yo, you feel okay, babes?” Mac nudges your arm, then snaps next to your ear.

    You jump on instinct. “Ah! Um, s-sorry, I guess I spaced out.”

    They smirk. “Thinkin’ about a booooy~?” The teasing lilt in their voice doesn’t go unnoticed. “Aw, did he even get you a ring?” 

    When they reach for it, you playfully swat at their hands. They pout and whimper, cradling their hand like you’d actually hit them.

    “Hey! I have paper skin!” You know that’s a joke, so you shoot back at them.

    You roll your eyes. “Yeah, just as thin as your lies, isn’t it?”

    They grin at you, leaning against the counter as you start making orders. “So? Where’s the ring from?”

    “Apparently,” you hand off a latte and make change real quick, “my grandmother had it hidden away for me. Weird note, too, she played a pronoun game.”

    “So...you’re either gonna meet a mentor or horrible evil villain. Can I tag along?” They laugh softly again.

    “Yeah...I also knocked myself out, too, and woke up in a weird place. Really pretty, like something out of National Geographic.”

    They whistle lowly. “Trippy. Sure it wasn’t just a dream?”

    You shrug. “Something hit my head and I still have a bruise. Though maybe that’s from hitting the floor.”

    “And no concussion? Maybe it’s a lucky ring!” Their mouth forms an ‘o’.

    “I don’t believe in luck or magic like that, remember?” You playfully flick them, earning a laugh.

    “Cuz you’re boring!”

    “Hey!” Your manager snaps. “Maybe try working instead of chatting!”

    “Sorry,” you both say in unison.

    “Regardless,” they say as you both start working the machines. “It’s a beautiful ring.”

    “Yeah, thanks, Mac ‘n’ Cheese.”

    You and Mac work for about two or three hours until your break, when the both of you went outside to wait for Jace to pick you up for food. Well, he’d pick up food and bring it to you both. That’s his assigned job, according to Mac. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, since that means he can sneak food from your bags while he drives.

    When he steps out with two bags of food, Mac grabs their favorite before pecking his cheek. You smile. They really are cute together.

    “So, my two amigos,” Jace says casually as all of you sit on the steps, “who’s excited for the extended weekend tomorrow?”

    “Extended?” You tilt your head curiously. Why didn’t you know about this?

    Mac makes a noise around a mouthful of food. Then they mumble something with sporadic hand gestures and acting like you could understand them. You blink a few times before looking at Jace.

    He chuckles, ruffling their hair gently. “Boss called Mac last night and said that since Monday was a holiday, you guys could just take off the weekend and Monday.”

    You shake your head. “Nah, man, I gotta work Monday, or else my mom will find out and I’ll have to do God knows what.”

    “But we were gonna do Three Amigos shit!” Mac cries out after swallowing.

    “Sorry, babes, I can’t.” You say with a sigh. “You know how she is.”

    “She just cares about you, Y/n.” Jace leans back slightly. “When your dad just...disappeared, you know she basically only had you. And you only have her.”

    You get up and throw your trash away before heading back inside. “No. I have you guys. And I had my grandmother.”

    Monday has been the second worse day of your life. You flop face first on your bed and scream into a pillow. Not only was your manager an absolute dickhead, some idiot let their child sit on the counter and then the child almost threw their hot coffee at you. So, your work shirt is ruined, your head is pounding, and you really, really wish that you could fall asleep and wake up somewhere different. Anywhere different. You’d even take The Hunger Games at this point.

    Rolling onto your back, you feel the cold metal of the ring slide from your neck to rest above your shoulder. You hadn’t even noticed its weight all day. You close your eyes just to rest a few minutes. Just a few. Didn’t you deserve that? 

    When something whispers around you, you groan, wondering if Mac and Jace had let themselves in again. You keep your eyes closed, seeing if you can gauge where the voice is whispering from, but you can’t. It seems to be almost everywhere but nowhere near you. So, you sit up, wondering if you’d summoned a demon or ghost at any point in your life at this apartment. Nothing. The whispers haven’t stopped yet, though, but the voices seem to be coming...from the ring and your closet, which sunlight seems to be streaming from.

    “What the hell...I have to be losing it, right?” You mutter to yourself, getting up to walk closer. May be a stupid thing to do, but your closet is literally glowing by now.

    You put your hand into a beam of light. It’s warm, a stark contrast to the world outside and your apartment. If the landlord would turn up the damn heat.

    “If this takes me to Narnia, I’m gonna flip my shit,” you mutter, opening your closet and covering your eyes before the light could blind you.

    When you open your eyes, you’re greeted by green grass and warm sunlight. Your changed hair is in a loose braid and your clothes are slightly different, but you know it’s the same place. The smell of coffee is still on your skin and hair, but it’s almost completely masked by the pure smell of the world around you. No polluted air from factories, no global warming. It’s just...perfect.

    Taking a deep breath, you find yourself on the hill overlooking the town of curly haired people. You quickly made your way down, only to find that the tallest are nearly a head shorter than you, and you’re not really that tall. Their feet are bare and fuzzy and their faces are merry, but a bit dirty. Their clothes are bright as well.

    “No way…” you mutter before running to see if what you think is real.

    You stop abruptly at the sight of a curly haired man in a yellow vest smoking a pipe. He looks at you in surprise as the need to fix your outfit grows.

    “Good morning,” he says politely. “Can I help you, miss?”

    “Umm…” you trail off as you pretend you aren’t having an existential crisis. “C-can you...tell me where I am?”

    Bilbo gives you a confused look. “The Shire. Bag-End, to be precise. Are you alright? You look flushed.”

    Not willing to admit you believe you’ve probably died, you nod and squeak out, “I’m fine.”

    He taps his pipe with his index finger as he wiggles his nose in thought. “Well...I was just about to make some tea. Would you...like to join me? It might settle your nerves.”

    Tea with a hobbit. Not just any hobbit, either. The one and only Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End, who finds the One Ring and goes on incredible journeys and is one of your favorite characters, mostly because of his sarcasm and how he’d rather stay home than go out.

     You follow him in and you just fit under his lights, which surprises you. Maybe the magic also made you shrink a little. Honestly, you have no idea what the rules of this world are really.

    “Please, sit. What kind of cake is your favorite? I will see if I have any.”

    You blank for a moment, blinking a few times before you snap to your senses. “Oh! Ah, yes, um...if you have...um, any strawberry cake?”

    He smiles, nodding. “Lucky you, I went a bought a few today at the market.” He then disappears into his larder room.

    You slump down in your chair, sighing heavily as you try to grasp everything that’s happening.

    Let’s start from the beginning. One, you got your grandmother’s silver ring. Two, you went home after work. Three, your closet was glowing and you walked through. Which probably was stupid in theory. What if it had just been a really bright light? That would’ve been a prank Mac would pull on you. Four, you somehow have made your way into MIDDLE EARTH OF ALL PLACES from that closet. Has it always been there?

    Come to think of it...all these crazy things only started when you got the ring.

    You sit up more as Bilbo comes back with a tray of tea and cakes. You’d have to think more about this later. Up until you saw the cakes, you didn’t realize how hungry you are.

    You’ll think more about this with a full stomach.

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #bilbo baggins #Grandmother's ring #this is gonna be fun #and a hell of a ride