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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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ෆ masterlist ๑⁠˙

AO3 ACCOUNT for my book ship fanfics

requests: closed 🫶

A/N: there is no guarantee that I will do your request, I write what im comfortable with.

DNI: racists, sexists, homophobes, ableists, pro-israel

fandoms; -house of the dragon, -the last of us(hbo/game), -wednesday(netflix), -lord of the rings(books/movies), -the last kingdom(netflix), -cosmere(brandon sanderson), -narnia(books/movies), -spiderverse(itsv/atsv), - mortal kombat(game), -call of duty modern warfare(game), -percy jackson and the olympians (books and tv series)

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIAN°°°

Clarisse La Rue X Reader

enemies to lovers hcs

(warning: mild violence, kissing )

the look of love, the rush of blood

(warnings: aphrodites daughter!reader, fluff)

back to you

(warnings: ep2 spoilers, protective clarisse)

I like a challenge when the prize is you

(warnings: platonic luke x reader, kissing)

wish you'd tell me

(warnings: oblivious reader, flirty clarisse, kissing, mostly fluff)

cause I love this curse on our house

(warnings: sparring violence, arguing, hurt/comfort, fluff at end)

love letters from the sea to the shore

(warnings: siren reader, slightly ooc clarisse)

lacrymosa part 2

(warnings: in chapter description)

•••

SPIDERVERSE°°°

Gwen Stacy X Reader

first date hcs

(warnings: none, fluff, fem reader)

relationship hcs. fluff hcs 2

(warnings: cursing, fluff, kissing)

lose your faith in me

(warnings: hurt/comfort, curse words, gn reader)

mirrored hearts

(warnings: afab reader, gn terms, spider-person reader, curse words)

love it if we made it

(warnings: curse words, gwen's peter is alive, gn terms, reader described as having long hair)

picture me better

(warnings: none, afab reader, gn terms, flirty gwen, adhd coded reader, fluff)

I'm holding my night in your hands

(warnings: fem!reader, flirty gwen, maybe ooc gwen a bit, overthinker reader, fluff)

see how it shines

(warnings: none, fluff, flirty gwen, fem reader)

heaven

(warnings: angst)

•••

THE LAST OF US°°°

Joel Miller x Reader

running free

(warnings: angst w fluff, mentions of blood)

here with me

(warnings: age gap (reader is 34), fluff)

Tommy Miller X Reader

dating tommy hcs (warnings: nsfw, pregnancy, mentions of gun/shooting)

Tess Servopoulos x Reader

tess x sunshine reader: oneshots/hcs

be sweet to me (warnings: violence/robbery)

•••

LOTR/ THE HOBBIT°°°

Gigolas (Legolas Greenleaf x Gimli Son Of Gloin)

winterlude

(warnings: none)

sweet creature

(warnings: gore, blood, orcs)

Boromir son of Denethor x Reader

lady of the lake

(warnings: lotr spoiler, physical assault (unintentional)

halfling

(warnings: none)

let time heal

(warnings: wounds, injuries)

Aragorn son of Arathorn X Reader

shrike

(warnings: hurt/comfort ish, mostly fluff, mentioned nudity)

Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

too close

(warnings; nsfw, smut, enemies to lovers, jerk leggy)

•••

WEDNESDAY °°°

Wenclair (wednesday addams x enid sinclair)

afterglow

(warnings: slight angst w fluff ending)

cara mia

(warnings: implications of homophobia)

Wenclair x Reader

dove

(warnings: bullying, outcast reader, gender neutral terms for reader)

like real people do

(warnings: transmasc reader, afab reader, nb pronouns)

cherry pit

(warnings: requested/reader with name)

Xavier Thorpe x Reader

it's you I think of

(warnings: (jealous!xavier, fluff ending)

as strange as it seems

(warnings: none)

how to get out of love

part ii

(warnings: angst, mentions of blood and wounds)

newlyweds hcs

(warnings: slight nsfw, absent parent)

celebrating your birthday with him hcs

(warnings: reader uses he/him pronouns)

Yoko Tanaka x Reader

devil's sweetheart

(warnings: smut, nsfw, minors dni!!, mention of abusive relationship, cheating)

Wednesday Addams x Xavier Thorpe

(coming soon)

•••

THE LAST KINGDOM°°°

Osferth x Reader

from eden

(warnings; smut, nsfw (minors dni!!)

tinderbox of a heart

(warnings: mentions of prostitution and child neglect)

osferth taking care of sick wife reader hcs

(warnings: none)

sweet

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), slight angst, black cat/golden retriever)

Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

in full bloom

(warnings: pregnant reader, bit gore, s5 spoilers)

•••

HOTD°°°

Jacaerys Velaryon

replaceable

(warnings; angst, minor character deaths)

- part ii

- part iii

- part iv (nsfw!!)

lady of the house of wolves

(warnings - gore, violence, minor character death)

bejeweled

(warnings; nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

all's blood runs dry but yours

(warnings; blood, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

kerosene

(warnings: none yet)

- part ii

- part iii

opal angel

(warnings: none)

jace as your boyfriend (modern!au)

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

daughter of whispers

(warnings; none)

delicate

(warnings: THAT decapitation scene)

halloween

(warnings: grief, mentions of death)

reverie

(warnings: social anxiety, nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

go as a dream

(warnings: none)

out of touch

(warnings: nsfw(minors dni!!), gore, slight angst + fluff

ending)

lotus

(warnings: none)

silver into rain

(warnings: none)

jace with breeding kink hcs

(warnings: nsfw, smut, minors dni!!)

jealous jace

(warnings: none)

andromeda

(warnings: angst w fluff ending)

kill bill

(warnings: jealous!reader)

mended hearts once sewed apart

(warnings: angst w fluff, jacemond has beef)

thoroughfare

(warnings: angst, death)

jace as a daddy's girl hcs

(warnings; none)

moonkissed

(warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!)

tutoring jace modern!au hcs

(warnings:none)

golden

(warnings: slavery, mentions of SA)

part 2 part 3 part4

sweetest thing on this side of heaven

(warnings: none)

stuck on a puzzle

(warnings: bit angst, all characters r aged up)

heavy is the crown

(warnings; aged-up jace, mentions of canon character deaths, nsfw, mentions of smut, grief)

let the light in

(warnings: cheating(not on jace), infidelity, grief, angst)

fade into you

(warnings: age-gap, targcest)

sea, swallow me

(warnings in description)

Part 2 part 3 part 4

you go back to the old house but you've been locked out

(warnings in description)

Harwin Strong

melting moment

(warnings: smut, minors dni!!)

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monsterdreams · 2 years

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Unexpected (SFW) - Part 1

A whopping 3,116 words of angst 😬 I don’t know why, I just felt like writing something angsty, but I promise part 2 will be a sappy, fluffy, happy ending!

I had two ways I wanted this to end, so I’m going to write both. One with Talla and one with Kal(since their personalities are so different and I can’t choose between which of the two I want).

Warnings: angst, cheating, manipulation/gaslighting (I think that’s it?)

I also wanted to keep the reader and M non-gender so let me know if I missed anything in that regard.

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“Good morning…” A breath fanned across your face, blowing your loose hair slightly to the side as it fluttered over your ear. The deep grumble that accompanied it sent a small shiver down your spine, something you could never get used to and didn’t want to. It was always so intimate waking up on the weekends with your lover, nowhere either of you had to be so you could just be lazy in each other’s arms.

“Morning.” You grumbled back, content to snuggle closer into the warmth at your back rather than get up yet. Alas, the arm around you slipped out instead of pulling you closer, and the warmth you wanted left the bed to head to the bathroom.

You had met your Orc boyfriend, Gun, just over 2 years ago and he was always the handsy type, even before you started officially dating. Some people were put off, but it made you feel warm and wanted – exactly what you were looking for, and the past 2 years almost seemed like a dream.

Whenever you were feeling down, he was there to offer a hug and listen. Whenever you had something to celebrate, he was there to acknowledge your achievement and dance with you. Whenever you felt like your emotions would boil over, he was there to catch them in his arms – and once with a kiss. That was when you both knew you wanted to share these moments with each other more deeply than you thought your friendship allowed.

After hearing the shower turn on you figured your walking heater wasn’t coming back to bed anytime soon, so you begrudgingly pulled yourself out and into some slippers to go make coffee. You always appreciated some quiet time to yourself to sip on your coffee in your favorite armchair by the window, basking in some fresh air and sunlight to help you wake up.

The only thing interrupting your peace was a quiet ding from the cellphone on the side table.

‘He must’ve left it here last night after the movie.’

You weren’t normally one to look at your boyfriend’s messages, trying to give him the privacy he deserved as he also gave you the same, but then a sequence of dings came through in a rush that worried you a bit. Was it a family member with a problem?

‘It could just be a group chat.’

You reasoned with yourself and decided not to open the messages directly, just look at the name on the notifications.

M: !!

M: We need to talk TODAY

M: You can’t keep putting this off

M: This is too much I’m not okay with being the one….

The message was cut off by the character limit in the notifications and you hesitated for a second, just trying to figure out who M was. You’d never noticed the single letter as a contact before.

‘Maybe one of his coworkers?’

You ignored the devil on your shoulder and set the phone back on the side table. While you wouldn’t have minded much if he looked at your phone, you knew you would appreciate his respect if roles were reversed, so you shifted your focus back to your coffee and heard the shower turn off.

“Hey Gun, you’ve got some messages on your phone.” You called out, grabbing his phone and taking your empty mug to the sink. As you turned to head back to the bedroom another set of messages came in rapidly, catching your attention.

M: If this doesn’t make you leave them, idk what…

M: [image]

M: Don’t you miss this body?

You froze in your tracks, heart stopped and jaw open in disbelief. It felt like your blood was simultaneously running cold and burning you at the same time.

‘This… No.’

Your brain couldn’t even wrap around the idea that someone was sending nudes to your boyfriend, and you immediately had to banish the idea from your head by proving it wrong. Even if it was happening you were so sure they were unsolicited. Your thoughts started moving a hundred miles a minute as you quickly put in his pass code, only to be stopped when it was wrong.

‘When did he change it?’

You both had each other’s codes for emergencies, but maybe you were remembering the code wrong?

The ding from another message brought your mind back to the phone.

M: I’m just remembering last weekend when you…

You’re not even sure what the sound was that gasped out of your mouth, but it was loud enough for your boyfriend to hear along with the thump of his phone hitting the ground. He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and a confused look, then froze when he noticed his phone on the floor.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” His eyebrows pinched in concern as he put his hands on your arms to get your attention, leaning his head down slightly to catch your eyes. “What happened? Is it an anxiety attack?”

You couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, it may have in fact been the start of an anxiety attack that kept your mind from organizing your thoughts. You wanted to cry and vomit and demand answers, but you just stood there in shock. Breathing started to feel like a chore as your chest heaved rapidly.

Your lack of response prompted your boyfriend to pull you into a tight hug and rub soothing circles into your back while whispering calming phrases to help you steady your breathing.

“Count with me, ok? Take a breath, and one, two three, hold it, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, ok now let it out slowly. It’s ok, just keep breathing.”

You started counting and taking steady breaths but as soon as he said “it’s ok” it was like your body was on fire. His touch that used to be so comforting, so loving, felt like ice that was so cold it started to burn. His voice caused you to heave and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing him away.

“No, no, I’m not ok.” Your voice cracked as you looked down at your boyfriend’s phone and then back up at his face. “Wh-who is M?”

Your boyfriend’s face fell as you spoke, and he tightened his grip on your arms. Not painfully, but more like he was afraid something would happen if he let go. He sighed and looked away.

“M… is my ex from awhile ago. The one I told you about…” He looked back up with determination in his eyes. “They started texting me a couple weeks ago and I told them to leave me alone.”

His eyes softened, “I know I should’ve told you, but I didn’t want to upset you. I’m sorry.”

You expression didn’t change much. There was a big part of you that wanted to believe him, that trusted him and knew you could be misunderstanding the text messages, but you were still shaken.

“…Can I see the texts then?” Your voice came out small, tentative, and as unassuming as possible. If what he said was true then the proof would calm your anxiety and put your raging thoughts away. You voiced as much but stopped when your boyfriend slowly shook his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. If you see them you’re just going to think about them more. I should’ve just blocked their number once they reached out, I’m really sorry you had to see that.” His words were soft and calming, but his dismissal sparked anger within you.

His story appealed to the side of you willing to trust him, but the catch was in the last message referring to last weekend. He had told you he was going to play cards with friends and came back after you had gone to bed, but doubt creeped in to fuel the spark. Then there was also the changed passcode.

“Why did you change the code on your phone?” Your voice was growing stronger, more challenging, and your boyfriend dropped his arms from your side to straighten and school his face into a look of irritation.

“Someone at work saw me put my code in and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it.” He crossed his arms loosely. “Why are you being like this? You don’t trust me all of a sudden?”

“Why are you so against me seeing the texts? That doesn’t make sense to me and I just feel uncomfortable.” You countered, wrapping your arms around your waist for comfort.

Your boyfriend let out a short, breathy laugh. “You almost just had an anxiety attack, if you aren’t still in it, so you’re obviously more sensitive than you think you are. You’re overreacting and I think you need to calm down.” His tone lost some of the previous aggression but was still final as he reached to grab his phone.

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After your boyfriend had dressed, he found you still standing where he left you in the hallway, your arms still tightened around your waist. What he said wasn’t necessarily wrong, you did tend to have problems with your anxiety and you’d built mutual respect for each other over the past two years that was hard to dismiss so lightly.

“Come here.” Your boyfriend gently wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head and setting off the tears built up from your hurt and frustration. “I’m so sorry baby.” He sighed and cradled you in his arms for a moment. “I promise this won’t happen again, I’m just going to block her.”

You took in choppy breaths as you tried to stop the tears. You felt silly now, like you had been overreacting and misunderstanding the situation and now the mood drop was your fault.

“I told Kal I’d help him today, so I have to go.” He pulled back and wiped some of the tears off your face. “Why don’t you get some rest today? Watch a movie with some snacks and order in?”

You nodded your head mutely and your boyfriend gave you a quick peck before saying goodbye.

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The day was now yours to do as you wish, and of course you weren’t in the mood to do anything, but you walked down to the diner your best friend Talla worked at. Talla was a cute half elf/half faun that had inherited everything from her Elven mother aside from a pair of twisting horns, a button nose, and a short yet fluffy tail. The morning rush was heading out so you had a chance to sit down together with a small plate of eggs and bacon, and her with some coffee.

“I’m sorry hun, that sounds awful.” Talla rested her hand on the one you weren’t using and rubbed the back with her thumb. “I don’t mean to throw him under the bus but I think your concern was valid at the least, if not completely justified. Who does this ex think they are anyways?” Talla’s face scrunched up in disgust before she took a sip of coffee. “Going after someone who’s clearly in a committed relationship. That’s just bullshit.”

Initially Talla had been convinced something was going on with your boyfriend when you told her what you saw of the texts, but she did listen to what you had to say in his defense and how you feel. She was always like that, very determined in her convictions but knew when you needed her to be more comforting than convincing.

“You are definitely not silly, and I’d have been livid if that was me.”

You sighed and picked at your food. “I really don’t want to throw away this relationship over nothing though, especially with how well he’s treated me. He has always trusted me and I want to do the same.”

“Ok, ok, I see your point. I don’t like it…” She raised her eyebrows to emphasize. “…but I’ll let it slide.”

You gave a small smile and thanked her.

Talla peaked at her phone. “Kal should be here any minute to pick up the order for his mom and then I won’t have any other preorders for the day. Want to stay a little longer?”

You drew your eyebrows together in confusion. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, he has some family in town so he brushed me off when I asked him to help me today.” Talla said with fake hurt in her voice. She was always teasing him somehow.

“Gun said he was helping Kal today. I wonder what they’re doing.” You took another bite and paused when you saw Talla’s expression morph back into one of suspicion.

“Yeah… I wonder what they’re doing too…” She slowly took a sip of coffee while she studied your face in consideration. “I suppose we could just ask Kal when he gets here, right?”

Her cautious tone and the weird looks were making you uneasy. You stopped eating when you felt bile rise into your throat and a pit form in your stomach. Suddenly you weren’t sure that you actually wanted to ask and it was hard to swallow.

Just then the door opened and in stepped Kal, a Tiefling with a slender frame and deep brown eyes. His horns were Ivory and contrasted with his darker complexion. “Hey guys! My order ready?”

Talla looked towards the back window and saw a brown bag that the cook must’ve set there for pick-up. “Yeah, looks like it is. You can get it yourself, right?”

Talla leaned back into the booth and took another sip of coffee, giving you the side eye. Your breathing was a bit heavier and you weren’t looking at Kal. She would’ve thought you were under a spell if you hadn’t finally swallowed hard and taken in a deep breath.

Kal scoffed and rolled his eyes as he slipped behind the bar to grab the bag. He made sure everything was in order and said his thanks, but as he turned to leave you found your voice.

“H-hey Kal, uhm…” You looked back at Talla who tried to be reassuring with a smile. “What are you and Gun working on today?” You looked back at Kal expectantly.

Kal paused at your table and scrunched his eyebrows together. “Me and Gun…?”

Kal’s confusion was exactly what you were afraid of and the pit in your stomach sank even further. “Yeah, isn’t he helping you with something today?” Your voice shrank as you spoke.

Kal paused to think, wondering if he had forgotten some plan he had made with Gun. “No, not that I can remember at least. My family is in town so I didn’t make any plans for this weekend.”

You couldn’t respond. This one lie seemed to bust open the crack you were trying to close, and your mind couldn’t make sense of it without the possibility (or rather probability) that your boyfriend wasn’t as faithful as he said he was, as you believed he was, and as you finally opened your mouth to respond your phone went off with a series of dings. The texts popped up in your notifications as an unknown number, but they caught your eye immediately.

Unknown: pack your bags

Unknown: he doesn’t want you anymore

Unknown: [video]

You thought you were going to vomit as you quickly opened your phone to see the messages, too in shock to be embarrassed about having an audience. Talla gasped, and while Kal wasn’t aware of the situation he was smart enough to understand Gun wasn’t where you thought he was. The silence before starting the video only added to the tension.

The screen was black at first, then there was some light and you could see Gun at an awkward angle leaning down to kiss someone. The video went dark again but continued into a conversation.

“You promised Gun…” The one who seemed to be recording whined.

“I know baby, I just need a little more time to handle this.” The second person was unmistakably Gun. “I told you, she’s not mentally stable. I can’t just breakup with her, who knows what she’ll do. Even this morning she freaked out for no reason, so I need time to make a clean cut.”

The video ended and you just stared at your phone. Over and over you kept thinking, ‘this… this isn’t reality.’ Your eyebrows drew together in confusion while your brain tried to understand how the person you loved, the person you trusted, had a master plan for leaving you high and dry. It felt like everything was a lie, every kind word, every common interest, every encouragement and note of love to each other was just… entertainment? A solution to boredom? What could possibly possess someone to be so involved just to decided they didn’t feel like it anymore?

Or if it all was meaningful, what was his plan? What was a clean cut supposed to even look like when you were together for so long?

You started to question your value, whether you were good enough for him or not, how this other person must be so superior to you, why didn’t he tell you, and Talla could see the toxic mindset you were spiraling into.

“No, no way that scumbag is going to make you feel this way.” Her words were firm and she reached across the table with just as firm of a grip on your hand.

“Look at me.” She waited for you to process the command and make eye contact. “I wish I could tell you why Gun would do something like this, but no matter the reason you don’t deserve this.”

Kal’s face had also morphed from confusion to hurt, discovering the truth of his friend alongside you, and he slowly sat down next to you in the booth shoulder-to-shoulder. He was never good with showing physical affection, but you could see he was trying. “I can’t believe he would do this… you really don’t deserve it.”

Your throat felt tight and it was like the tears pushed themselves all the way from your aching heart to the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t stop them, and you felt a flurry of hurt, embarrassment, and failure that forced your head into the crook of your arm on the table. Nothing made sense and you were starting to feel angry as well, but you couldn’t tell who you were angry at. Gun? The person he was cheating on you with? Yourself? It just made the tears come harder.

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Thank you for reading! Please let me know if you have any advice or criticism, or just how you feel about it in general :)

#monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #angst #angst to eventual comfort #cheating #manipulation #gaslighting #writing practice

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shiveringsoldier · 5 months

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little review/collection of thoughts that I wrote for the twentieth anniversary of ROTK (also on Letterboxd)

How do you go on when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back?

Twenty years ago, my all-time favorite film was released in theatres. I was ten years old. I had seen the first two Lord of the Rings movies on DVD, but this time my parents were letting my sister and me watch it on the big screen.

Some things I remember from the days and weeks prior to the film’s release:

Finishing the book more than two weeks ahead of time

Fearing for Frodo because the back cover of the book said that Frodo is weakening and beginning to despair

My desire to see the film on its release date getting squashed by my parents because it was a school night

The local newspaper printing a listicle of ten things to say or do during the movie to ruin the experience for everyone else. Suggestions included finishing all of Elrond’s lines with “Mr. Anderson” and shouting “That’s what I’m Tolkien about!” during particularly epic moments

Being more excited for this movie than I have been for any movie before or since

Some audience reactions I remember across multiple theatre viewings:

A woman saying “Oh my God, she’s so gorgeous!” at the sight of Arwen (I can relate)

Someone saying “He’s dead” as Shelob stalks Frodo once he’s escaped her lair

Applause when Sam kills the Orc holding Frodo captive

Cheers and applause when Éowyn kills the Witch-King (this happened at more than one viewing, and my mother, who has been a Lord of the Rings fan since the 1970s, was among the people cheering and applauding)

I have known and loved this movie for two-thirds of my life. My love for it continues to grow, and I find myself having increasing appreciation for characters and plot points that I may not have fully appreciated as a ten-year-old. In particular, Théoden and his emotional journey have become one of my very favorite things about the trilogy, and I grow increasingly fond of the conflicts between hope and despair. I especially think about Aragorn saying he keeps no hope for himself, Théoden wishing for Éowyn to suffer no more despair, and Frodo continuing on his journey and bearing his burden to the bitter end, even as all of his hope dies, even as he becomes too weak to walk.

As a ten-year-old, I understood the trilogy’s bittersweet ending. I still understand it and still regard it as bittersweet, but the tragedy of Frodo’s journey resonates and hurts more than it did in 2003. He is given an impossible task, a task to bear something of inconceivable evil for as long as he can. His burden grows heavier with every step he takes. He fights a constant battle that he stands no chance of winning, and this battle takes so much physical and mental strength that he can hardly eat or sleep. And after giving everything, after suffering so much that death would have been an act of mercy, he is far too deeply wounded to live in the world he saved. And, to add insult to grievous injury, he is shunned by his own people. He accepted this task to save the Shire, and he saves the Shire while killing it for himself. Tolkien wrote in one of his letters that the breaking of his mind after months of torment is no more of a failure than being crushed to death would have been, and I think about that all the time.

This movie is just so powerful and was made wish so much love. It is a miracle that the trilogy got made to begin with, and it is a miracle that it turned out so remarkably well. The visual effects hold up spectacularly. The score is perhaps the finest score ever put to film. The detail in the costumes and makeup is extraordinary, and the performances are second to none. The trilogy is truly among the best-acted movies of all time on both an individual and an ensemble level.

Happy twentieth to this masterpiece.

Frodo lives.

#LOTR #ROTK #*#lotrposting

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bookishbea · 7 months

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Dear Yuletide Letter 2023

Dear Yuletide Letter

FandomisOhana Yuletide 2023 Letter:

Fandoms I want: Fonts (Any), Internet and Social Media (Any), Puppet History (Any), Philadelphia Flyers RPF (Any), Humans are Space Orcs (Worldbuilding) Harley Quinn Cartoon (Harleen Quinzell, Pamela Isley),

I would prefer a more humorous fic over a serious fic

Likes: Humor, Crack, Epistolary, Multimedia, lgbt, social media, chatfics, fluff, team as family, hijinks, movie nights, images like memes and gifs, funny video links, interactive fiction, fourth wall breaks, pop culture references, high school au, college au, metafiction, found family, road trips, charecters participating in Yuletide and other fandom related things (characters writing fanics, making fanart, etc), drunken shenanigans (drunk singing and dancing), grump/sunshiney, charecter very protective of their partner

Dislikes/DNW: Angst, gore, ableism, homophobia, offensive words/names, death, self harm, mention of suicide, smut, mention of needles

I am equally passionate about all fandoms I requested despite some having more prompts than others

Fonts:

Whatever self indulgent stuff you want to write as long as it does not include my dnws

Maybe its written in the fonts style

Internet and Social Media:

Whatever self indulgent stuff you want to write as long as it does not include my dnws

Maybe its formatted like each website

Puppet History:

A puppet history style fic about either a real life event you enjoy or a fictional event. It can even be something you made up

Footnotes would be cool

If you do not want to write about a historical event you can maybe have a duel between the professor and Ryan

As this is a show about history you can ignore my gore, angst and death dnw if it is in relation to a historical event.

Humans are Space Orcs:

Stabby the Space roomba

somebody saying for science

humans creating weird shit

Journal about the humans

a how to guide about humans

Human dictionary and or enclyopedia

Opportunity (please don’t kill them)

A tony stark like character adopting and creating bots

Aliens learning about neurodivergent humans and some figuring out they might be like that and the humans helping them learn more about themselves

Humans doing stupid things just because they can

Harley Quinn Cartoon:

I would love an autistic Harley who just like infodumps about her special interest, she stims a lot, and loves stuffed animals. Ivy being a supportive and loving girlfriend

High School au where Harley is the adorable nerdy naive girl and ivy is her protective badass artistic girlfriend (i imagine Ivy with tatoos)

College au similar to above plus they are roomates

General slice of life

Maybe spideypool shows up

Philadelphia Flyers RPF:

Whatever Self Indulgent stuff you want to write as long as it does not include my DNW’s

I would love Gritty to be included

Maybe a fandom primer or ship primer

Why you love them

Fandom Specific DNW: Non canonical levels of fighting

#yuletide #yuletide letter #2023 #ao3

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mimixis · 7 months

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The White Knight: Part 0 - 00

can also be found https://archiveofourown.org/works/50568817 or https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/353558556/write/1387686483

summary: Mischa would prefer her life to be more like a romantic comedy than a horror movie. Life had other plans.

You're a rich girl, and you've gone too far

'Cause you know it don't matter anyway

You can rely on the old man's money

You can rely on the old man honey

Mischa had many names. She wasn't attached to any of them, as she was told from childhood that she could be anything she wanted. Her birth certificate had Michelle written on it, and that's how she introduced herself and insisted that strangers address her. Daddy referred to her as Mikki and pup; Papa used Elle and fawn; Aunt used Sha-chan; although she learned why only while learning Japanese.

She thought of herself as Mischa. It didn't come from a great love for the name or respect for her aunt, whom she never managed to meet, but something just clicked when she heard it for the first time. She was four years old at the time, and although she usually always listened to her parents, this time she rushed after a person dressed as an orca, inviting people to enter the aquarium.

"Mischa!" shouted her papa. So far, she has been many things, but never this one. She stopped and turned around. The name sounded similar to Michelle, yet it was so different. It wasn't soft or tuneful. It was pronounced harshly and heavily. Especially with her papa's accent, which came about in emotional situations. "You were supposed to hold our hands. This is a very big place, and you can get lost here."

Papa crouched down beside her and corrected the black and white bucket hat that fell low on her forehead. Daddy stood beside them and looked worried. However, he was not looking at Mischa; he was looking at Papa. Mischa, who was then still Michelle, Elle, pup, fawn, Mikki, and Sha-chan, tilted her head to the side. Papa called her Mischa; Mischa was not her name, but hers nonetheless. Papa was worried. Who was Mischa? Had she done something wrong? No, she couldn't. Mikki wanted to be Mischa, so Mischa couldn't be bad.

"Mischa saw Mr. Orca and ran after him," she said. The name sounded good in her mouth. It sounded good when she talked about herself that way. From now on, she is Mischa. "Mischa apologizes; she won't do that again."

Today. Today, she won't do that again.

"I saw Mr. Orca and ran after him. I'm sorry, and I won't do that again," her daddy corrected her. "And don't call yourself Mischa, pup."

"Why not? It was papa who started it!"

"Papa had a slip of the tongue," replied daddy. Papa still said nothing but smiled sadly, stroking her cheeks. "Now come on, because we won't make it to the show."

Papa and daddy bought her mascots and orc gadgets in exchange for her promise not to refer to herself as Mischa.

She promised.

The next day she walked into the kitchen with a plush orca under her arm.

"Mischa wants to eat fried eggs with bacon and toast for breakfast!"

♦♦♦♦

Mischa was six years old when she learned that Sha-chan is a diminutive of the Japanese word shachi, meaning orca.

Aunt Chi laughed that Mischa was Sha and she was Chi, and together they were two orcas roaming the oceans. Mischa was then offended terribly. Only she was an orca! Daddy was a mongoose, papa was a deer, and Aunt Chi was a black panther. Mischa didn't need her aunt to be an orca; she was all shachi!

Adults were entertained by Mischa's tirades. Especially when they took place during phone conversations with Aunt Chi. Aunt Chi, called Chiyoh by her parents, found her the best teacher in Florence, and every night she would debrief her on what she had already learned. It was the fourth language Mischa was learning—along with English and Lithuanian, which she had been exposed to since birth—and it seemed more difficult to her than Italian, which she was learning at the same time. Especially the alphabet. Mischa had trouble memorizing it because the letters were different from the Latin ones, but she was learning so she could communicate with Chi in her native language.

All right. The monthly snack and toy packages had a greater impact on her commitment, but no one needed to know that.

(Everyone knew.)

That evening, Aunt Chi told the story of the beginning of her obsession with her love for orcas. They lived in Baltimore then, and Aunt Chi visited more often than she does now.

The first time she saw orcas was in a documentary on National Geographic. Her maroon eyes gazed at the TV screen. Just now, a program about sharks was airing, which Mischa had no interest in. She preferred to comb Winston II's fake fur. Winston was not allowed to stay in their house. He had his own in the backyard. A big one, with lots of toys and a huge bed.

Daddy, papa, and Aunt Chi sat with her on the fluffy carpet, on the sofa, and on the armchair, respectively. Out of the corner of her eye, Mischa saw a black and white shape emerge from the depths of the ocean, only to disappear into it later. She pressed the comb into her daddy's hand, so that now he would be the one to take care of Winston II, and moved toward the TV.

"This," she said, patting the screen.

"It's an orca, Elle," papa replied, smiling gently. "Don't touch the TV, fawn, you'll leave smudges on it."

"I want orca," she announced, ignoring papa's request and continuing to pat the changing images. "Pool!

Papa got up from the sofa, kneeled by her side, and grasped her hands in his own. He furrowed his brow.

"Orcas need a lot more room to swim, pup," daddy said, amused by her behavior. "She wouldn't be happy without her friends either. However, we can visit them in the aquarium."

Mischa listened to daddy, but didn't look away from papa. He was angry about something, and Mischa didn't understand what. He held her small hands in his big ones. They were warm and smooth. His embrace was gentle; the girl could have pulled away at any moment. She didn't. She moved closer to papa and began to ask.

"Papa, orca, please."

"No, fawn. Daddy has already said that we can't have an orca in - "

"Orca!" she shouted, hitting his chest with her little fists. "Orca, orca, orca, orca!"

"No means no, Michelle," he announced sternly, standing up.

"ORCA!"

Silence fell in the room. Someone had turned off the TV. Mischa waged a war of glances with her papa. She could count the situations in which she did this in the future on the fingers of one hand. She wanted an orca, and she was going to get one. He refused her Winston at home; he refused her a cat. He can't refuse her an orca. That wouldn't be fair!

Papa grabbed her gently by the elbow and began to lead her out of the room. Mischa balked, fell to the floor, and writhed on it, screaming.

"Hannibal, no— "

"I am not my father, Chiyoh," the woman said, interrupted by her papa. "I won't do her any harm. However, she must learn that actions have consequences"

Papa took her in his arms, but Mischa didn't stop squirming. She almost bit him, but he was just seating her on a stool in the kitchen. She looked around the room, not understanding what they were doing in it. She pouted. She wanted an orca, not a second dinner!

"You will sit on the stool for five minutes in silence. I will sit there," he announced, indicating a stool by the door. "And when the time is up, I will let you know. Calm down, and then we'll talk."

Mischa opened her mouth, but papa put his finger on it. Mischa sat on the stool for the next few minutes with her mouth clamped shut. She didn't look at papa or say anything. She was going to win this game and get an orca!

Mischa didn't win the game and didn't get the orca.

The next day her parents took her to the bookstore. She stood at the counter and put the books on it.

"All those books about orcas, please!" she said, smiling from ear to ear.

♥♥♥♥

Mischa was eight years old when she saw her dads wearing plastic coats.

She tilted her head to the side. Her parents were standing with their backs to her, not having noticed her yet. Mischa didn't want to wake Aunt Chi just to get a glass of water, so she went into the kitchen by herself. The door, which had been forbidden to her for years and which she could never open, stood ajar. Daddy and papa were standing in it, pulling off their plastic coats and putting them in a bag. Mischa watched them closely.

They were supposed to be on a date that evening. They went out dressed in smart suits, with slicked-back hair, and doused in rich perfume. Before leaving, they kissed her on the forehead and told her to be a good girl. Mischa didn't understand the instructions; she was always a good girl. The ones who should be worried were her parents. They were the ones who were liars and went into a room that could not be entered.

She retreated with clenched fists. Since they could break the rules, so could she. She sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if she should raise the issue at all. Reminding adults of their mistakes never ends well. Maybe she should save this information for the future as a bargaining chip to avoid punishment?

She sighed heavily, laying back down in bed. Why were adults never what they said they were?

The door to her room opened. Light streamed into the dark room from the hallway, and daddy stood on the doorstep. He stopped at the entrance and froze as if he didn't expect Mischa's gaze on him. He stepped inside and leaned over her. He pulled the covers from her waist to her shoulders, tucking her in to sleep.

"Why are you still awake? It's already late."

Mischa didn't answer and turned her head to the side, snuggling into her pillow. She didn't want to talk to someone who lectured her about having to follow the rules while breaking them himself. She was punished every time, so papa and daddy had to suffer the consequences too. She will never speak to them again!

She turned her back to him and snuggled into Oreo, her plush orca. She felt the mattress behind her bend under daddy's weight.

He lay down next to her and snuggled into her back. He stroked her hair and hummed her favorite lullaby. He waited for her to speak or fall asleep on her own. Mischa didn't fall asleep or relax. The silence was prolonged until finally Mischa burst out.

"You lied to me!"

Her scream brought papa and aunt Chi into her bedroom. Mischa stood on the bed, nearly falling over the long hem of her nightgown. Daddy grabbed her before she fell face-first onto the mattress.

"What's—" began concerned papa, approaching them slowly.

"You lied to me! You were not on a date! You were in the forbidden room!"

Mischa watched the color disappear from daddy's face. Papa and aunt watched her carefully and calculatingly. The girl hesitated for a moment, then drew air into her lungs.

"You came back in different clothes and raincoats, yet it wasn't raining. You spent time in a forbidden room, and yet it is forbidden. If you guys can break the rules, so can I. I don't have to sleep now, and tomorrow I'll have ice cream and cake for breakfast."

She folded her hands on her chest and alternately glared at papa and daddy.

Daddy got up from the bed and stood next to papa. They looked at each other and gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment. Mischa waited until they finished, and papa gave her a punishment. However, this did not happen. Papa took her in his arms, and together with daddy and Aunt Chi, they went down to the kitchen and then went through the forbidden door.

After that night, Mischa refused to eat anything Papa had prepared. Even when he served her vegetarian dishes, Mischa sat stiffly at the table, her plate untouched. For a year, she ate only store-bought, pre-prepared food and in the school cafeteria. This only changed when she got a gray and black Maine coon for her tenth birthday.

♠♠♠♠

Mischa was ten years old, and she was learning to peel potatoes.

She knew how to do it, but not perfectly. The shape was not round but angular. She sat at the kitchen island, peeler in hand. Papa and daddy stood at the sink and didn't-quarrel-just-talk. Lucifer was basking on the windowsill, between basil and mint leaves. It was the only place in the kitchen where Lucifer could stay, and it was forced anyway. Papa still sends the cat wry glances when he sees him enter the kitchen, as if the entire space belonged to him.

Like mother, like son, as they say.

The parents' whispering grew louder. Mischa wanted to peel the potatoes and get back to learning Japanese. Aunt Chi had mailed her a test in the morning, which she was supposed to send back in the evening, and she still wanted to read the entry on orcas from her children's encyclopedia. Maybe she shouldn't interfere, but Mischa hated when something disrupted her routine.

"If you divorced, I would spend the school year with papa, and for every Christmas break and all of the vacations, I would go to see daddy," she listed. "Then I would move out to the UK to study and alternate between holidays."

"No one is getting divorced, Mikki," daddy interrupted her. He sighed heavily and slid his hand into his thick curls. "It's just a misunderstanding. Papa and I will talk about it later.

"Mischa hummed under her breath, then put the last potato back in the bowl. She wiped her hands with a cloth.

"Papa, let daddy keep the dog in the house," she said as if she had all the answers. "I have Lucifer, Daddy will have Chester, and all arguments will go bye-bye."

A week later, Chester was lying on a bed placed under Lucifer's windowsill.

It was good to be daddys little girl.

♣♣♣♣

Hannibal looked at his sleeping daughter.

She had great potential within her. At first, he thought it was unfortunate that the woman he had paid to have an abortion had given birth to a child. Her plan was to exploit her daughter in order to receive high alimony payments from him. She did not succeed; she died in childbirth.

Hannibal considered this the first gift from Michelle. The second was Will's smile. He fell in love with her as soon as he saw her.

Hannibal and Will had different preferences when it came to raising their daughter. Soon Will would realize that what Hannibal was doing would be best for their family.

High and dry, and out of the rain

It's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel pain

(Hall & Oates - Rich Girl)

#alice in borderland #borderlands #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x oc

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ao3feed-tolkien · 1 year

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See who I am

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xo8F4Ht

by KaterineRomanof

Jitka Smoljak, a young hobbit girl lives her life quietly in the shire, she is the young housekeeper of Bilbo Baggins' house, the young but happy girl was always marked as a strange woman, if almost unhealthy obsession to know the world outside the shire relegated her to be almost an outcast in the village, yet she likes and likes to think that her life is perfect in every way, after all she lacks nothing.... or so she thought until one fateful night when a company of dwarves invaded her employer's house, clamouring to conquer the lonely mountain that belongs to them. Fascinated by the idea of finally exploring the land that is unknown to her she asks to join the company, this journey will take her through middle earth, a place full of danger and beauty, only fate knows what awaits this young hobbit on her adventure, and who knows maybe love is just a glance away. _______________________ Hello! This is my first Thorin fanfic, I hope you like it. I do not plan to follow the events of the movie to exactly the letter.

Words: 1852, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Original Hobbit Character(s), Bilbo Baggins, Dwalin (Tolkien), Gandalf | Mithrandir, Fíli (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Thranduil (Tolkien), Galadriel | Artanis, Elrond Peredhel, Legolas Greenleaf

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Bilbo Baggins/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Adventure, Idiots in Love, Protective Thorin, Orcs, Travel, Feelings Realization, Eventual Smut, Suffering, Bilbo in the friendzone, Fili and Kili help get the relationship started, Hair Braiding, Love Confessions, Friendzone

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Xo8F4Ht

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

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ao3feed-thehobbit · 1 year

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See who I am

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vsbH8Cy

by KaterineRomanof

Words: 1852, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Bilbo Baggins/Original Female Character(s)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/vsbH8Cy

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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elfdragon12 · 3 years

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Let's rate some orcs

Because I love orcs and have a number of Feelings about them and they tend to be portrayed wildly different across franchises. These are going to be franchises I'm more familiar with. Hopefully, we can find some orcs that will rank high.

My ratings will take into consideration visual appeal and variety. How big of an OOF factor is readily apparent will be taken into acount.

Anime (in general): 0/10

I'm just giving a blanket statement for the vast majority of orcs in anime. They tend to have super generic designs, very copy-paste, and... Like... They seem to be mostly used for terrible porn because... Apparently there are never any female orcs. It's gross. (These creators are COWARDS! Give me a big, green, beefy orc girlfriend! She can be my waifu!)

Kemono Michi: 3/10

Still the boring and basic anime orc design and I definitely don't care for those little horns, but their personalities aren't terrible. Also, more orc wrestling, please! (Side-note, there's a webcomic called Daughter of the Lilies and the orcs in that comic have horned eyebrow ridges that I think work very well for the design! It's been a while since I've checked up on it, but I really enjoyed what I have read.)

Neverwinter Nights: 5/10

I actually think the in-game sprites are pretty cute?? Not too much to say other than that. (If I was ranking half-orcs though, Daelan Red Tiger would be a 10/10, would definitely smooch. Xanos is fairly smoochable too, but one would probably have a slap slap kiss kiss romance with him.) The NWN games were based on D&D 3rd edition so orcs don't tend to be more than a basic bad guy.

Rankin-Bass's Return of the King: 6/10

While having a general look to them, it's not just a copy-paste orc horde and I appreciate that. Also, I don't know if you've heard Where There's a Whip, There's a Way, but these orcs know how to belt out a pretty good marching tune! I didn't remember it being that good when I watched it as a kid! However, these are also the same designs used for goblins in their take on the Hobbit, so... Who knows?? Kinda reflects how goblins and orcs are basically interchangeable in the actual book. Oops!

Bright: 3/10

This movie gave me a lot of Feelings and one of the only good ones is that I like the way the orcs look. However, I've given them such a low rating because the writing and world-building surrounding them is just Not Good. (Maybe, if you're going to heavily code your orcs as Black people and then use themes of racism and stereotyping, maybe give more than one of the 5 orcs not implicitly tied to the gangbanger lifestyle more than 3 seconds of screentime?! As I said, this movie gave me Feelings.)

Peter Jackson LotR: 4/10

A good variety of looks in these orcs with a unifying theme. Not a whole lot of personality to them besides EVIL though. (And, well, we can't forget that it was LotR pioneered the modern image for orcs--Tolkien didn't invent them--and just how he described them in a letter to someone else. Man definitely wasn't perfect.)

D&D: 4/10 (however, I will rate Wildemount orcs at a 10/10)

These orcs have... Been through a lot and have really changed over the years. (Language describing half-orcs in 2e is Yikes.) They only took the -2 Intelligence modifier away only as recently as Eberron and Wildemount strips away the explicit connection to Gruumsh and giving orcs more personal agency. Wildemount really does step it up! I do think the art for orcs in more the more recent 5e sourcebooks look a lot better and I think the official Nolzur orc minis do look pretty good.

Warhammer: 6/10

There's a ton of lore and I don't really know a whole lot of it. However, I do have some fondness for the orkz. Oh, they're so dumb, but that's also why their powers work--because they don't know any better. There is a certain audaciousness to them I rather like. As for their visuals, there's a lot of variety in these orkz. While they're not so smoochable, they are fun to look at.

World of Warcraft in-game: 5/10

Pretty sure WoW really kicked off the switch from pig-faced orcs to big, beefy, green people and I absolutely don't begrudge that. In the game itself, I can't say much. The difference between male and female orcs is really sad though. Maybe I want to see more female orcs that look like they could bench me with a single arm rather that "sexy woman with an hourglass shape, but green and a weird haircut".

And, because I feel like the vibe is different enough, here's a separate rating for~

World of Warcraft, movie/cinematics: 8/10

They really said "monster lovers, we got you" then Rihanna-winked. Very smoochable. We also get to see orcs across a moral spectrum, which is very nice. The difference between male and female orcs isn't quite as bad as the games as male orcs don't look so cartoonishly brutish and female orcs look bulkier. (Draka looks very nice.)

#orcs #In which I show just how thirsty I am for orcs #Rating the more well-known orcs and even including a comic recommendation

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Under Siege

The first and probably last time I will do something like this. It’s a choose your own adventure! This is like the set up; leads up to your first choice.

It goes like this: Set up -> choice -> ending.

Each choice goes to ONLY one brother, and maybe not the one you think ;).

Each choice has its own ending (one ending per choice).

I’ll make a mini masterlist as I finish the parts. I won’t be able to link anything, though. I tried to link things when I first started this blog and they didn’t work. They looked link but wouldn’t open up into anything.

I guess it’ll just help people find the choice they want? Sorry :/

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Imagine the Devildom being stormed by an outside army during the school year. It could be an army composed of secret children of the Demon King (Daddyvolo Sr.), or just different groups of lesser demons who feel they should have more power than they do. Think naga demons linking up with criminal lesser demons, summoners, dark elves, and dark fae. Just non-standard demons that are probably minorities in the Devildom or maybe used to call the Devildom home before it was solely for devils/demons.

Death comes by land and by sea. Some on creatures you’ve never seen before, some that were surely the inspiration for “And I looked and behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death. And Hell followed with him.”

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Horror movies and apocalypse-style movies only kind of prepared you for what’s happening around you. It’s the first time you realize everyone really has been treating you with kid gloves. Out any window of RAD the sky is impossibly dark, the sky speckled with yellow and red---piercing eyes of creatures humans were never meant to see.

Probably the last thing you’ll see, because it is only when you realize how focused and murderous those eyes are that you hear the deafening sound of wings. Possibly thousands of wings. Hooves follow close behind, thundering across the land, and there’s a distinctly helpless feeling of being swallowed whole.

RAD, which is basically a castle, will be stormed and toppled.

A chorus of demon cries echo in the inky night, a sound that chills you to your core. It’s fear incarnate, something that strikes the most primal chord in your human body. The sounds aren’t human by any measure, but your brain translates the unmistakable I’m coming for you and the death therein.

Students with wings are unfurling them and warming up to shoot out windows in tornados of claws and fangs. Summoners are calling upon old favors from even older friends, pact mates that have served their families for generations. Others are casting charms on their friends and tearing pages out of books to cram in their pockets. Those capable of non-verbal magic are drawing sloppy sigils on anyone they can touch.

You’re struggling to recall any spell you’ve learned, to just not panic as you try to understand how everyone can be handling this so calmly. It helps being alive for thousands of years, doesn’t it? The absence of sirens or anything human-related that justifies the panic somehow makes things worse.

You hadn’t been in the Devildom long enough to run any drills, but the demons around you seem to know what to do. You’re swept out in a wave of bodies, the general idea of moving out of confined spaces (the classrooms) into more open ones is most important right now. Bricks give away behind you—the demon forces are busting through the classroom walls. A haze of brick dust forms as students break off to fight or are physically separated by fliers. Someone in front of you is grabbed by a meaty fist easily three times the side of your head, and you’re surprised they have enough bite force to rip off a finger.

Between their bite and your terrified scratching, the student breaks free. You’re half-tossed by an impact that doesn’t quite break the stone. Or maybe that was a gust from nearby wings. Your head is spinning as you try to figure out who is friend and who is foe. Stone bits stab you in the hand as you stumble to your feet, tripping over one of the once-mounted iron torches someone tore off the wall.

Magic crackles in the air, a taste of lightning in your mouth. There is definitely fire, the burning smell seems to consume everything else. Your heart is pounding because any second someone will realize you’re just a human.

Will you be a war prize? A meal?

Your mind screams for you to summon one of the brothers. Any of them—all of them—but you can’t remember the words. You start running, lungs burning, and huge chunks of the incantation come back to you but you’re too scared to say them with your dry throat lest you summon something else. Two of the demons from Beel’s wrestling team force an orc-demon hybrid down and start tearing it apart with their bare hands.

It vaguely reminds you of the time the brothers idly mentioned choking demons out like it was nothing. Something is snapped off of it—a tooth? A horn? A claw?—and one hands it to you when they notice you’re still standing.

Anything is better than nothing for a human.

Your shaky fingers play along the thing—bigger than your forearm and almost impossible to grip all the way around—until your heart settles a bit. Your grip tightens, comforted by a semblance of preparedness. There’s chaos all around—screams of anguish, battle cries, spells firing off in the distance—and it hits you that no one would hear you if you cried out for them.

Hell, you can hardly hear yourself. The only reason you know your heart’s beating is because it takes up your whole body. You scoop up a fist-sized chunk of wall and duck a flying body as you try to reorient yourself. Something cuts across your back and the sting is enough to make you arch and cry out. Instinctively, you grip that chunk of wall and turn around in one swing.

It’s a demon with bloody claws and an unhinged jaw—part naga?—and you vaguely wonder if Beel can do that as you swing and keep swinging. Your brain is trying to focus and absorb everything at once. Did the blows land on its teeth or the face? Are you bleeding?

Something in you stops, captivated by the firelight and spells glinting in its teeth, and you’re gripped with absolute terror when you realize it paralyzed you. You looked at its eyes, not its teeth. Or maybe you were looking at its teeth and it moved its head down. As your hand grows heavy with the stone, your body relaxes into the tail coiling around and around your body. It lifts you towards its cracked, bloody teeth but before you’re swallowed something darts between you with lightning speed.

Blood sprays across your face and you don’t know if you wince or not. The snake demon falls one way, you fall the other way. Whatever it is, it sliced the demon snake’s throat and severed the tail just below your feet. Cussing and wriggling out of the coils, your heart stops again when you’re plucked from them like they’re not dead weight muscle. You’re grabbed by the front of your uniform and struggling to pull black-painted nails apart when gold tattoos catch your eye

Diavolo doesn’t apologize for the way he grabbed you, his blood-speckled chest heaving a little less than yours. His golden eyes shine with relief but no levity. It’s unusual and off-putting to see him so serious. So calm and calculating. Aware of the threads popping under his fingernails, Diavolo hauls you along like luggage as gold-tipped wings lash out like whips to clear the way.

He’s taken twists and turns as old as the castle itself. Ones only he knows, probably. The echo of chaos isn’t far away, and it won’t be long before someone finds the two of you. Diavolo pulls a female statue from the wall, setting it gently to the side. It melts into the section of wall, stone backing sliding away to follow it.

The bronze door looks old as time itself. There are several languages carved into it. He rearranges the languages until they resemble something you saw in Basic Sorcery and Sigils. “You’ll find whatever you desire here, and you’ll be safe.” Diavolo shoulders the door open, ignoring the dust and age that seeps out. You’re shoved unceremoniously into the room as he screeches at something down the hall; the very sound shakes your bones and is the epitome of do you dare challenge me? There are dull thumping sounds and crunching sounds.

Squishing sounds.

Then, nothing.

“I will come for you when it is safe. I do not lie.” He says through the door before absolute silence sets in.

You can’t hear as much from this room, whatever it is. It looked like little more than a storage closet, honestly. There were tables and shelves full of dusty things. Things in jars, piles of books, cloaks, sets of armor that seemed to span the centuries, and various weapons mounted along the walls.

The screams aren’t as loud but being separated and doing nothing is still hell on your nerves. “What if I want to help?!” you yell at no one, starting to feel the anger bubble up in you. You were angry at yourself for being able to do nothing besides run. Angry that you were stupid enough to fall for snake charms when the first thing Asmo told you was to never look a demon in the eye unless you absolutely trusted them. “WHAT IF I WANT TO HELP?!” you yell again, throwing the hunk of tooth-nail thing at the door.

The door groans on impact and your heart squeezes at the idea that you’ve somehow popped it open. Surely it would take more than that to undo Diavolo’s magic, right? What kind of room did Diavolo need to unlock with magic, anyways? The tooth-claw thing failed to leave a scratch but somehow you’ve awakened the languages again. They spin furiously and come together like mismatched newspaper ransom letters: Then pick

The room is alive. Books are sorting themselves, armor is assembling, and you squeeze yourself into a corner as all manner of items fly into the air. Tables separate from each other, leaving one to drag itself into the middle of the room. You approach to see a bejeweled dagger wrapped in red velvet and gold twine, an onyx necklace that shone with blue and green tones when held up to the light, a bundle of dried herbs wrapped in thorn braids, and a bramble crown flecked with gold and tangled in what appeared to be gilded bark gauntlets. As your hand hovers over the gauntlets a bow and arrow launches from the wall, skidding across the table and spinning to a stop.

You nudge them apart, too afraid to pick it up directly. Sensing space, a pair of strappy leather sandals walks from the back of the room and hop onto the table. Some kind of slip joins it, pouring over the shoes to reveal blades that had been coddled in the folds.

Wary of anything else coming to life, you browse the surrounding tables. Anything you reach for slides away. You try to pick something up and find it impossible. The mounted weapons hum in disapproval when you so much as move your hand over them. “Just the table then.” you say out loud. “Cool, got it.”

You look over the items again. There’s a dagger, a necklace, a bundle of herbs, a crown with gauntlets, a bow and arrow, and some magic shoes with accessories. Six things. “Almost one for each of the brothers,” you muse. Seven was a common theme in the Devildom, after all.

A beautiful gold sword drops from the wall and drags itself to the table. It has a celestial blue stone embedded where hit meets blade. The handle is wrapped in the same twine found with the dagger.

The door rattles violently and your heart leaps in your throat. Have you been found?!

It continues to rattle, and you can’t tell if it’s from the languages rearranging themselves or something trying to get inside.

NOW CHOOSE…

Time is running out. What do you grab?

#Obey me!#Obey me x reader!#Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Levi x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmodeus x Reader #beelzebub x reader #Beel x Reader #Belphegor x Reader #Belphie x reader

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vera-simik · 4 months

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"Vidíte to? Já moc ne..."

Jiráček právě promluvil za všechny obrýlené sleponě 😄

#krakonošovo tajemství #čumblr #czech #hezky česky #letter orc's movie night #já jsem jeden z těch slepoňů

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mldrgrl · 4 years

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I've been re-reading your old works for the Revival like Recocering Nicely and Flannel Pajamas,....I miss them being an old married couple doing domestic stuffs so much, can you write something like that again?

Friday Night by: mldrgrl Rating: PG Note: Set during season 10, erasing any season 11 from the table

Fridays are full of anticipation nowadays. At first, when they were just starting to get back on track, more often than not he was going home alone. But, now, he can’t remember the last time Friday rolled around and she didn’t have her weekend bag with her. There’s nothing he looks forward to more than a Friday night.

They take one car out to the house, usually his, leaving the other in the parking garage at work until Monday. The ride is long, but comfortable. Scully rests her hand on his arm across the seat and they talk about mundane things that aren’t about work. Mulder wants to cut the grass if there isn’t any frost in the morning. He loaded the crock pot with the stuff for that stew Scully likes this morning. Hopefully he remembered to turn it on before he left. That new thing Scully found online to weatherproof the windows came in. He needs to put in the order for the wood for the stove to be delivered soon.

“An hour and change,” Mulder says, stopping the car in front of their gate. “New record.”

“You really need to think about installing the remote.”

“I like the exercise.” He leans close to her as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gives her a peck on the cheek. She cups his chin with a backwards hand for a moment and then unbuckles her own belt.

Scully takes over in the driver’s seat as Mulder handles the gate. She drives down the dirt road slowly, avoiding the dips and bumps up to the front. She’s got her overnight bag from the trunk and Mulder’s dry cleaning that they stopped to pick up weighing her down by the time he’s made it to the car. He takes the dry cleaning from her and places a hand to the small of her back as they ascend the porch steps.

“My nose is telling me I didn’t forget to turn the crock pot on,” he says, opening the door for her.

“Gonna change first. Looks like we’re in for a beautiful sunset. Want to eat outside?”

“Sure.”

He puts the dry cleaning away while she puts on a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved shirt. He turns on the radio. It’s still on the classical channel Scully last had it on and he leaves it be, coming into what sounds like The Planets Suite. He thinks he recognizes Jupiter. He thinks about setting up the telescope.

While Scully dishes out the stew, he changes into jeans and a light sweater. Noticing a bit of a chill, he brings one of the blankets from the couch with him after he grabs the bowl left for him on the counter to join her. She tucks it around her and they eat to the strains of Holst in the background as twilight begins its takeover.

They head back inside when it turns grey and too chilly. Scully separates the leftover stew into two containers, one to store for leftovers for the weekend and the other to freeze for later. She washes the dishes and Mulder dries.

“Did you bring the paper in?” he asks.

“In my bag,” she answers.

“We need under 36 minutes to beat last week.”

“36 minutes and 14 seconds.”

“Across or down?”

“Down.”

They huddle close on the couch and Mulder opens the newspaper to the crossword. He folds it appropriately while Scully starts the timer on her phone. Mulder starts with the clues running across and Scully starts with the clues running down. They have a goal of beating each week’s previous time.

“Oh, they’re being cheeky,” Mulder says. “They’ve got the question marks in here.”

“You like the cheeky ones.”

“When they’re clever.”

After ten minutes, they switch directions.

“Life source?” Scully asks. “Is that the cheeky one?”

“You get the answer?”

“M-I-blank-blank-blank-N-blank-R-A-”

“Milton Bradley,” he answers, before she finishes.

“Clever or not?” she asks, filling in the blanks.

“They’ve done better. Hey, you’re supposed to fill-in all the Latin clues.”

“Mulder, do you know how many 3-letter Latin 101 words there are?”

“How many end in O?”

“Too many.”

“I think it starts with an E.”

“Ego.”

“I should’ve known that.”

“I’ll say.”

He bumps her shoulder with his and she chuckles. They switch for a second time a few minutes later and then they’re racing against the clock. He puts down his pen when there’s nothing but a corner left.

“You always leave the Tolkein monsters clue blank,” Scully huffs.

“I didn’t have 5 down yet, it still could be orcs or ents.”

“Ents. 5 down is Etsy.”

“What the hell is an etsy?”

“Online craft store. You know it, it’s where I got those bath bombs you liked.”

“The eucalyptus ones? You should get more of those.”

“I’ll see if they still have them. Time!”

“33 and 51 seconds. High five g-woman!” He grabs her hand when she slaps his and laces their fingers together. “Seriously, though, you need to go to the etsy store and get more of those bath bombs.”

“Remind me tomorrow.”

“Movie?”

“I’m thinking a shower and then bed.” She moves to stand, but he pulls her down to his lap. She chuckles and drapes her arms around his neck.

“Scully, do you remember back in the day when we used to pull all-nighters like it was nothing and now we’re lucky if we make it past nine?”

“Seems we used up all our reserve energy when we were young.”

“Younger, don’t go calling us old.”

“You brought it up first.” She gives him a brief kiss on the lips and then he lets her go.

While she showers, he takes the newspaper to the recycle bin and sets up the coffee maker for the morning. He checks the locks on the front door and the back door and pulls the shades in the living room and kitchen. He pulls his sweater off as he heads upstairs and tosses it on the bed before he goes into the bathroom. Scully has finished her shower and sits on the closed toilet in a towel, massaging lotion into her legs. The room is humid from the shower and the mirror is fogged over.

“I set the coffee for 7,” he says, pulling his toothbrush and toothpaste from the medicine cabinet. “Too early?”

“It’s fine.” She makes a noise and he turns. She has her hands held out to him and he puts the toothbrush and toothpaste on the side of the sink and gives her his hands so she can massage the extra lotion into his hands and arms.

“Is this new? It smells like oranges.”

“Yeah, some vitamin C thing a salesperson at the mall talked me into.”

“You hate the mall.” He pastes his toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth.

“I do, but sometimes the Labor Day sales are too hard to resist. 2 for 1 bras at Victoria’s Secret, I had to go.”

“What, now?” Mulder turns towards her and pulls the toothbrush out of his mouth. Foam coats his lips. She laughs lightly and shakes her head.

“Kidding,” she says. “But, good to know you’re still interested in my lingerie.”

“I might be old, but I’m not dead.”

Scully smiles and stands on tiptoes to kiss the corner of Mulder’s mouth. She pats his chest lightly and then rubs a bit of toothpaste residue from her bottom lip. He turns to finish brushing his teeth, wiping fog away from the mirror to watch her move comfortably around the room and get ready for bed. He waits until she’s dropped the towel and slipped her t-shirt on to spit and rinse.

She tosses his shirt at his head when he steps into the bedroom. He grins and hangs it up and then they turn the bed down together. He sheds his jeans and then opens the window just a crack to let some fresh air in.

“Almost time to pull out the flannel sheets,” she says, as he gets into bed.

“I’ll keep you warm,” he answers, wrapping an arm around her under the covers and sliding her into his chest. She laughs and wiggles out of his hold as he tickles the back of her neck and shoulder with his lips.

Briefly, Scully turns her head back and after several soft kisses, she pulls away to turn over and shut off the lamp. Mulder rolls onto his back and she settles on her side after punching the pillow flat a few times. Five minutes pass and then she sighs.

“Are you still awake?” she asks.

“Mmhm,” he answers.

She turns over to face him and he turns his head towards her. “I’ve been thinking about something,” she says. “Something I think we need to talk about.”

“Okay.” He turns over as well and folds his arm under his head.

“The lease on my place is up at the end of October. I don’t think I’m going to renew.”

“Oh? So, what are you thinking?”

“The commute out here is not ideal. Especially with winter coming. I was wondering if you might want to find a place in the city. Or closer to the city. Together.”

“Get rid of the house?”

“No, never. This is...this is our home.”

He nods in agreement. He’s always thought of it as their home, whether she’s been in it or not.

“I was thinking just a place we can be at during the week,” she continues. “And we’ll still come out here on the weekends.”

He mulls it over. As much as he wants to be with her and wants to return to the life they once shared, he has some reservations.

“Mulder?” she asks. “You’re never this quiet. What are you thinking?”

“You know I want this more than anything,” he answers. “But, what if this is only working because you got the space you wanted? And we’ve never done the living and working together thing before. It would be new. What if we recommit and then it becomes too much?”

She contemplates the ceiling for some time and he reaches out to stroke her hair and cup her cheek.

“I thought, at the time, that leaving was the right thing to do,” she says. “I know that I accused you of being a weight that was pulling me down into your depression and despair, but in hindsight, it was the other way around.”

“I never felt that way.”

“I know, but I did. I thought returning to medicine would be satisfying. I thought it was the key to happiness. Something normal. Instead it just made me sad. And then I thought leaving was the only way to fix it, but I was wrong. Really, what I missed was us. Being with you, working with you, just you and me. I don’t feel whole without you.”

“Hey now, that’s my line,” he whispers, running his thumb over her cheek.

“It’s true.”

“So, we’re doing this? Full time?”

“I’m ready for it if you are.”

“Bring it on, honey.”

She chuckles and they slide closer to rest their heads together. Their legs tangle and arms move to hold on to each other. He’s filled with a new sense of anticipation. He won’t ever have to wonder anymore if she’ll be coming with him Friday nights.

The End

#i wrote this #xf fanfic #msr #housetrained #old married couple #Anonymous

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saelwen · 5 years

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Lost in Middle-Earth

Thranduil x reader

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 / Part8

Summary: Y/n finds herself falling asleep after watching all the Lord of the rings movie on Friday night, tired after a week of studying and working. What will happen when she finds herself in the middle of a forest with orcs running after her

Warnings: None

Words:1,549

“Ouch!” i yelp when the needle pierces my skin on my waist, “Díhen- nin, mui ladui.”(Forgive me, My Lady.) the seamstress said with a worry voice, I look down to her and smile “Don’t worry. I’m okay.” with that she returns to work on my gown for the feast that will take place tomorrow in the Palace. I can’t believe that Thranduil ask me to go with him! Yeah, I know that we had kiss but I don’t know what kind of relationship. I feel something for him but I don’t if it’s love and for what I've learn in my world, elves just love once and Thranduil was married. God, I don’t even know if he really likes me.

The sound of the door opening stopped my trail of thoughts, I look back and saw Tauriel enter with a big smile, “You look beautiful, Y/n.” I smile to her “Thank you, Tauriel! I can’t wait for tomorrow!! I’ve never been in a feast like this.” she and the seamstress start laughing at mine enthusiasm, “I’m sure you will like it. I’m here to tell you that the King wish to see you after you’re done with this.” the smile on my face grow even more that it was at mention of Thranduil, “And where I should meet him?” I said giggling a bit “At the garden.” I nod, smiling as I recall our first kiss, “Well I have to go now. It’s my turn to patrol the Kings halls.” with that she leaves the room, closing softly the door.

(Thranduil P.O.V)

I was passing back and forward in the garden, waiting for Y/n to arrive. I have just received a letter from Lady Galadriel saying that she has a hit how to control Y/n power, knowing that manifests itself from her emotions. Y/n has to started a training, first begin just staying outside with nature half the day, getting to know the plants and animals, learn to interact with them.

I stop when I hear the sound of small feet’s hitting the floor, I turn around and saw Y/n walking towards me with a big smile. Grabbing her small waist, I pull her to me, embracing her softly, “Hello, Meleth nin.” I say softly to her, “Hi!...So why do you wanted to see me?” she said with excitement in her voice, I grab her hand and lead her forward into the garden, here no one would bother us. We sit on the grass, I look into her eyes “I have receive a letter from Lothlórien. Lady Galadriel have a hit how could you control your powers.” as she heard my words, she almost jumps from her seat “REALLY?” I chuckle at her excitement “Yes...She said the you should first learn how to speak with them, interact with the plants and animals.” she nods slowly, looking around her, gazing at the trees “Try closing your eyes...Listen to their tales. Try listen them speaking through the wind.” she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. We stay there a moment, hearing the warm wind blowing around us, hearing the trees shaking, the birds singing, the woodpecker hitting the tree trunk. Suddenly flowers start growing around Y/n, letting go a sweet smell in the air. The sounds of the birds were almost violently loud, making look like the forest was singing. I stay still, staring around us in amazement, the ground under us was warm, I look up to Y/n and saw a soft smile on her face, she was still with her eyes closed. She looks like she was talking to the forest, sharing stories together.

Suddenly she open her eyes, tears falling down on her soft cheeks “T..This is a..amzing, Thranduil! I could hear everything! Feel all the animals and plants, like we were all one.” I move my hand to her cheek, cleaning her tears “You are truly amazing you know, that right?” she giggles, sounding like a Goddess to me. I move closer to her, bending my head to kiss her soft plump lips. We part a little, for catch our breath, I move a piece of her hair behind her ear “I’m so proud of you.” she smiles and nuzzle her head into my neck.

We stay like this almost half the day, talking about things that happen in her life and how excited she was for the feast.

In this moment I wish that Legolas was here but he made an oath that he couldn't break.

(Y/n P.O.V)

I stand before a giant mirror, speechless. I look into my reflection with wide eyes, I was beautiful. The dress was a dark green, almost looking like the green from the forest, it hugged all my curves in the right way. In the bottom of the dress was sewed several flowers, like vines. I had a gorgeous diamond necklace matching with my earrings. My hair was made in away with two small braids on each side of my head that linked in the back of my head, I feel a small tear escape from my eye. I’ve never felt so beautiful in my life, “Oh my....Y/n you are beautiful!” Tauriel voice sounded so happy, I look back to her and give a huge smile “Thank you Tauriel!” she nods “Come. King Thranduil want to meet you right away.” with we leave my chamber.

We walk down the king's hall, I was telling Tauriel a funny story that happen to me with my best friend. I’ve never seen Tauriel laugh so hard, I could see her tears falling down her cheeks “and then...” my words stopped when I look forward. In front was Thranduil, he wore a beautiful green robe, with vines all over it, matching my outfit. Tauriel whisper a goodbye and leave for the feast, Thranduil took a step towards me “You are beautiful, Meleth nin.” he grabs my hand and kiss it. I was sure that my face was red as a tomato “So are you, Love.” I said timidly, he smiles and lead me to two huge doors “You ready?” I look up to him a confused face “For what?” he gives me a mischief smirk and nod to the two guards for them open the doors. As the doors were opening, an elf tells the crowd that the King have arrive “Our King Thranduil have arrive, with his guest Y/n.” the crowd starts applauding to they King. Oh God! I didn’t know that I would enter the feast with him?! Everyone is looking at me, shit...I’m so embarrassed. Do I look good? Maybe I look stupid, maybe I’m not good enough to be beside Thranduil. My thoughts were interrupted by a squeeze that he gave me with hand, making me look to him with scared eyes. He leans down and whisper on my ear “Don’t worry. You look like a Queen.” I smile a bit, feeling my confidence growing back.

Thranduil sit on his throne, a while I sit beside him on a chair that looks like it was fit for a Queen. Thranduil gives some words to his people and the feast started, servants begin serve the food. Several types of food were on the table, everyone was talking and laugh at the tales and stories that they talking. I feel Thranduil hand rubbing up and down on my thigh, my head shot up and saw he smirking at me “Are you having fun?” I chuckle a bit and nod “Yes...Everyone are so happy. And the food is amazing!” he laughs “I knew that you were love it.”

After the food, the elves started dancing, music flowed through the ball room. I was so engrossed on the people dancing that i didn't notice Thranduil standing up, giving me his hand “Come, Meleth nin. Let’s dance.” I took his hand and let him lead me to the dancefloor. The elves give us room for dance, standing there looking to their King dance with his guest, “Ahh...Thranduil..I don’t know how to dance...” I said timidly, looking down ashamed. He lifts my chin with his finger “Don’t worry. Just let me lead you.” I nod and relaxed my body.

He grabs my waist with one hand and move the other to grab my right hand. He was a pro in dancing, like a leaf blowing in the wind. As the song was ending, the front door burst open, Thranduil stop and put me behind him, protecting me for whatever was happening. A guard stand there with panic eyes “My King, an army of orcs it’s marching towards the Palace!” Thranduil stay quiet for a second, suddenly he turns back to me “Go hide on your chambers! Whatever happens don’t come out! Now GO!” I try to argue but Tauriel grab me by the arm and lead me back to my room. The last thing I saw in the room was Thranduil yelling to prepare his army and to get his armor. What’s happening??

Hey Guys!! New part here. I must say that this is one of my favorite chapter that I wrote. Hope you like it! And feel free to comment and tell me what you think! Also a HUGE thanks for the people who help me decide what to do with the story.

XOXO

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kimito-pequenito · 3 years

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OC Ask Meme

Bronx Bor'Kaan Lvl 7 Barbarian, half-orc, Former Eagle Knight, Current Barkeep and part-time adventurer. Standing at 6'4" and 283lbs, he is a beefy fellow that can cleave his enemies in two in one clean sweep.

1. How do they celebrate their birthday?

Treat himself to a nice night out at a *ehem* “Gentleman’s Club”and a good meal. His parents usually send a letter.

2. Who is the most important person in their life?

Likely his parents, whom he still sends earnings back home to.

3. What to they wear when they're just at home hanging out?

Just pants

4. What is their house like?

It’s a small room above the bar he owns, it has the essentials inside and not much else. Not much decor to speak of. It’s clean enough.

5. Any pets?

None, he wouldn’t bother with a small animal anyways, he’s afraid to hold small birds on his hands for fear of hurting them. He doesn’t need a guard dog when HE ALONE is all the protection the bar needs.

6. What will always make them smile?

A pretty lady walking by.

7. What will always make them cry?

Death of a comrade.

8. What's their favorite movie (presuming they life in a world with movies, if not, what would be their favorite movie)?

Movies don’t exist, but in a modern setting he’d watch Rambo, The Terminator….likely any big action packed movie with Sylvester Stallone or Arnold Schwarzenegger.

9. Favorite book?

Books? He hasn’t read much of those since he was a schoolboy. He’s got a book to keep track of the bar's expenses and earnings, but that’s just sums.

10. Do they get along with their parents?

A fond and strong bond to his parents, they’re getting on in age, so he tries to send what he can spare back to them and visit when he can (though they always compare his accomplishments to some wiseguy that used to live in the town too and became some local hero or some shit).

11. If you could put them into a different fictional universe, where would they go?

He’s really strong and can breathe fire sometimes, might have a shot at a vigilante marvel character?

12. Favorite holiday?

Any holiday that gives an excuse to drink and be merry

13. Tattoos?

None, though he’s got plenty of scars

14. What was their first kiss like?

Was likely a pre-teen/young teen when he finally succeeded in getting a kiss from a classmate girl he was sweet on back in his hometown.

15. Have they ever lost somebody they loved?

It wasn’t a romantic love, but a platonic strong bond with his fellow Eagle Knights. Not all soldiers made it back after every mission.

16. They find a genie and are granted three wishes, what do they wish for, and why?

Wish 1: For his body to be in the same condition as it was as a young adult. Still strong, but way less creaky and achy, and had more endurance for…..fighting. Wish 2: For his new bar to be fireproof (the last one got burned down in a raid) Wish 3: A barrel that had an endless amount of really good beer.

17. They're stranded on an island and can only have 4 items and one companion, who and what do they bring?

His axe, everburning torch, tent, and waterskin. That’s essentially all he carries with him while adventuring anyways. He’d want his animal-friendly buddy Oka on the island so she can talk to the sealife and get dolphins or a whale or something to swim them back to the mainland. She’s probably the most nature-inclined survivalist of the party.

18. What's a quote (not from their universe), that you associate them with?

“Suns out, guns out.” (his muscles)

19. Any romantic interests?

There’s a few pretty ladies around town that he’ll chat up all nice and friendly-like, but no takers so far.

20. What kind of accent do they have?

His name is Bronx with inspiration from the show Gargoyles, which takes place in New York, so its NY/Brooklyn influenced accent. I- a female from Texas- have difficulty doing the accent in a gruff/deep bass but I tryyyyy.

21. What is their most prized possession?

His greataxe

22. Have they ever stolen anything?

When he was an Eagle Knight, he didn’t “steal” people, but he did help liberate them from slavers.

#pathfinder #dnd #tabletop #halforc #barbarian #character

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bookishbea · 2 years

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Dear Yuletide Letter 2022

Dear Yuletide Letter

FandomisOhana Yuletide 2022 Letter:

Fandoms I want: Drawtectives (Any) Philadelphia Flyers RPF (Any), Humans are Space Orcs (Worldbuilding) Harley Quinn Cartoon (Harleen Quinzell, Pamela Isley),

I would prefer a more humorous fic over a serious fic

Dislikes/DNW: Angst, gore, ableism, homophobia, offensive words/names, death, self harm, mention of suicide, smut, mention of needles

Drawtectives:

Just the gang going on wanky high jinks

The group teaching york how to be more human

Any lore about the northern tribes

Rose and Oglavy going on adventures

The gang being codependent in a non toxic way

Jancy can be included

As this is a murder mystery show you can include death as long as its not any named characters (Harper can fake her own death for the drama but ultimately she should live)

Humans are Space Orcs:

Stabby the Space roomba

somebody saying for science

humans creating weird shit

Journal about the humans

a how to guide about humans

Human dictionary and or enclyopedia

Opportunity (please don’t kill them)

A tony stark like character adopting and creating bots

Aliens learning about neurodivergent humans and some figuring out they might be like that and the humans helping them learn more about themselves

Humans doing stupid things just because they can

Harley Quinn Cartoon:

I would love an autistic Harley who just like infodumps about her special interest, she stims a lot, and loves stuffed animals. Ivy being a supportive and loving girlfriend

High School au where Harley is the adorable nerdy naive girl and ivy is her protective badass artistic girlfriend (i imagine Ivy with tatoos)

College au similar to above plus they are roomates

General slice of life

Maybe spideypool shows up

Philadelphia Flyers RPF:

Whatever Self Indulgent stuff you want to write as long as it does not include my DNW’s

I would love Gritty to be included

Maybe a fandom primer or ship primer

Why you love them

Fandom Specific DNW: Non canonical levels of fighting

#yuletide #yuletide letter #2022 #ao3

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recentanimenews · 4 years

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KonoSuba Movie: Legend of Crimson – Megumin’s Homecoming

First of all, it’s been some time since I’ve seen Kazuma, Aqua, Megumin, and Darkness in their original non-chibified form, so it’s a rare pleasure to see them in their regular proportions and setting. KonoSuba’s twenty episodes proved you can make an often over-the-top isekai comedy with genuine heart.

If you liked the TV show, you’ll love the movie (as I did), which delivers more of everything. Though it contains roughly a half-cour’s worth of story, the ninety minutes just breeze by. Officially a sequel to KonoSuba 2, we return to Kazuma’s party’s mansion, where notoriously involuntary loner Yunyun has an unusual request: she wants—nay, must—make a baby with Kazuma. She comes to this belief upon receiving a letter from her father, Chief of the Crimson Demon Village.

While that letter turns out to be a work of fiction written by one of her academy classmates, Yunyun is nevertheless compelled to return to her hometown to help fight the forces of the Demon King. Megumin and the others decide to follow her, and rely on Iz to teleport them there.

Unfortunately, they end up far from the village, and in the midst of a stampede of rabidly horny she-orcs (there are no more male orcs) after Kazuma. After Yunyun’s request, this marks the second instance of Kazuma being entangled in romance (for good or ill) which he comes to call his “popular phase.”

What better way to learn more about Megumin than to visit her home? Turns out she’s hardly an anomoly, the town is nothing but overly-dramatic chuuni dressed in cool outfits with an emphasis on reds and blacks. The orcs are scattered by their overwhelming offensive magical power, a quality Megumin also shares with her clan.

Megumin’s parents are each eccentric in their own ways, while her little sister Komekko is adorable as all-get-out. Her family is poor, so the moment her parents smell money on Kazuma (he’s in the process of a 300m-Eris deal with Vanir to sell his memoirs), Kazuma finds himself at the mercy of a mother who wants to pair him with Megumin with all due haste.

To this end, she locks Kazuma and Megumin (sleeping due to a recent Explosion) in a room together. She comes to when he’s about to kiss her after much hand-wringing about how to proceed, and she escapes through the window to spend the night at Yunyun’s, fearing further lecherous advances.

The next day, Megumin shows her friends around the village, including to her and Yunyun’s (very Hogwarts-y) magical academy. We learn that when goblins attacked Komekko, Yunyun sacrificed her amassed skill points to repel the enemy. Because Megumin hesitated, that meant she was able to preserve her points and attain Explosion magic she cultivates to this day.

Megumin finds herself locked in her room with Kazuma again, this time by ice. Kazuma assures her that he won’t do anything, and offers his apologies as well as thanks for all the things she and the others have gone through with and for him.

It’s a very nice heartfelt scene, and Megumin even ends up clinging to Kazuma under the covers, commenting on how he’s really a “wimp” when it comes to making a move. Unfortunately, their tender moment is interrupted by the return of Sylvia, the voluptuous Demon King who leads the attack on the village.

Kazuma managed to scare her and her goblin army off with bluster earlier, but when she learns he’s not really Mitsurugi of the Cursed Sword, she takes him hostage…and Kazuma lets it happen. First, because it’s more proof of his Popular Phase; second, because it’s comfy between Sylvia’s boobs; and third, he has an ax to grind with his comrades regarding his treatment.

Kazuma accompanies Sylvia to the Crimson Demon Village’s underground storage facility, and inadvertently unlocks the chamber where Mage Killer, the one weapon he can’t let a demon king get ahold of, is stored. While he doesn’t intend to make things worse for the village, Kazuma’s so out of it he doesn’t realize punching in the classic cheat code on the Nintendo-style control pad would unlock the weapon.

He manages to lock Sylvia in the chamber, but once she has the Mage Killer and absorbs it into her artificial body, she blows the entire facility to kingdom come, then heads to the village to start blowing it up. Megumin leads Kazuma & Co. to more underground caverns, where they find Japanese carvings that explain the origin of the Crimson Demons, and why they’re so “pretentious yet nerdy”

Turns out their culture was basically created by another Japanese man sent there by the goddesses. He also built the Mage Killer, but also created a countermeasure for it: something he tentatively called “Railgun” that Kazuma previously noticed being used as a backyard clothesline in the village.

When Crimson Demons march out to defend their town, Sylvia engulfs them in an “Ancient Dispel” field that nullifies all of their magical power. They’re “saved” by a suddenly cool and confident Yunyun, finally taking up the mantle of her father the chief and luring Sylvia away.

Turns out she’s acting as a lure to bring Sylvia in firing range of the Railgun. Aqua fills it with magial energy, but it still fails to fire. That’s when Megumin unleashes an Explosion meant to his Sylvia directly, but is instead shunted into the rifle, which her little sister Komekko then fires.

Sylvia is killed, and ends up in the same place as fellow defeated Demon Kings Verdia and Hans. She merges with them an is resurrected into a huge, bizarre four-legged beast. Turns out her old comrades Wiz and Vanir have arrived in the village on an unrelated errand, and join in the fight, but even they are barely able to keep Sylvia at bay.

That’s when Kazuma decides to use his Popular Phase for good; by appealing to Sylvia’s innate need to be loved and wanted by somebody other than her adoring hordes of goblins. Kazuma, his luck boosted by Aqua’s blessings, is that person, and stands before her unarmed and ready to be taken into her arms…or tentacles…or whatever.

I never thought I’d empathize with a Konosuba villain so much, but Sylvia turns out to be one of the most dynamic and sympathetic of Demon Kings KonoSuba has served up. Her feelings, and specifically her romantic longing, isn’t entirely played for jokes, but portrayed as a very human side of her that turns out to be the Achilles Heel Kazuma must betray her heart to exploit.

He succeeds in gaining her trust and becomes one with her as Wiz gathers the magical energy from all of the villagers and transfers it to Megumin and Yunyun, who combine their powers to unleash a gargantuan Explosion beam that, combined with Kazuma breaking her heart, destroys Sylvia and ends the threat to the village for good.

Back home in Axel, Kazuma receives a hero’s welcome, proving his Popular Phase still has a bit left in the tank. While having a picnic with Aqua and Darkness, Megumin asks Kazuma to allow her to learn advanced magic, setting aside her Explosion magic so she can be of greater use to the party.

Kazuma may have long railed against her utter lack of versatility and durability in battle, but spending so much time in close quarters with her and meeting both her family and the villagers who shaped her, Kazuma suddenly isn’t so quick to deprive her of her “Explosiveness”. Whatever he does to her skill card, she’s still able to cast a beautiful Explosion that creates a heart-shaped cloud. And for that, Megumin is happy.

Did Aqua and Darkness get the short end of the stick in this movie? Perhaps, but that meant a lot of great development for Megumin, Kazuma, and their unique bond. They may get on each others nerves at times, but at the end of the day they’ll always be there for each other: Megumin blowing up something that needs blowing up, and Kazuma carrying her home on his back.

It’s quite simply KonoSuba at its absolute best, firing on all cylinders with confidence, comedy, and chemistry. My main gripe with this movie is that it makes me long that much more for KonoSuba 3!

By: sesameacrylic

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