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[thewulf]

In the Arms of Fate || Aragorn

Summary: Request - During the war with Sauron, she gets kidnapped and tortured badly by Saruman. Aragorn and the others immediately get on a mission to rescue her and eventually find her barely alive... Read Rest Here

A/N: This was tough to write but I really like how it turned out. Thank you for the amazing requests anon, hope you all enjoy!

Pairing: Aragorn x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,600 +

TW: talks of torture, pain, reader gets taken, general LOTR triggers

In the middle of the raging war against Sauron you found yourself drawn to the Fellowship not only by fate but by your own unique blend of skills and qualities that made you an indispensable member of the group. Aragorn quickly recognized your unwavering loyalty and the depth of your courage. He insisted on your inclusion in the Fellowship. He saw in you a kindred spirit as someone who shared his determination to see the quest through to the end.

Your skills were varied and essential to the success of the Fellowship. As a seasoned fighter you were proficient in various forms of combat. You sported weapons with precision and grace. But it wasn't just your prowess on the battlefield that set you apart. It was also your keen intellect and quick thinking that made you invaluable to the group. You possessed a sharp mind and a strategic approach to problem-solving, often providing crucial insights and solutions during moments of peril. Even Legolas looked to you for guidance from time to time.

Gimli was initially skeptical of your presence in the Fellowship. But even he soon came to appreciate the depth of your skills and the strength of your character. Your friendship with him grew as you shared stories of battles fought and victories won. You formed a bond that transcended the differences between your races. Together you and Gimli formed a formidable duo. Your strengths complementing each other in ways that made the Fellowship stronger as a whole.

With Legolas, your relationship was characterized by playful banter and teasing exchanges. From the moment you met there was a natural rapport between you. It was like a shared understanding that lent itself to lighthearted jests and witty banter. Legolas never missed an opportunity to tease you. His playful remarks eliciting laughter and smiles even in the darkest of times. Despite the teasing there was a deep form of friendship between you. Formed through shared experiences and mutual respect. He loved to tease you, especially about a certain ranger that had captured your heart with ease. It was on one particular eve that Legolas had let you know that he knew too. He wasn’t blind. He caught your longing looks. But he too caught Aragorn staring right back at you.

The evening was alive with the crackling of the campfire and the soft rustle of the forest around you. As you sat beside the fire completely lost in thought, Legolas approached with his characteristic grace, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Ah, Y/N, lost in thought again?" he remarked. A teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And he likely did.

You chuckled softly turning to face him. "Just contemplating our next move," you replied, though your thoughts were anything but focused on strategy. Instead, they drifted to a certain ranger sitting across the way who occupied far too much space in your mind.

Legolas arched an eyebrow, his keen gaze fixing on you with knowing amusement. "Or perhaps," he suggested with a knowing smirk, "you're pondering a particular king’s pining for you?"

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you sputtered in protest. "Wha—no, Legolas, you're imagining things," you stammered. It was a terrible attempt to brush off his teasing with a nervous laugh.

But Legolas only chuckled. His soft laughter mingling with the gentle crackle of the fire. "Oh, come now, Y/N,” he teased, his tone light and playful. "Even the trees can see the way he looks at you. And you him. It's as clear as the stars in the night sky."

You rolled your eyes. Though a part of you couldn't help but wonder if there was a kernel of truth to Legolas's jests. Aragorn's lingering glances and subtle gestures had not gone unnoticed by you. Though you had dismissed them as mere figments of your imagination. "He's just... concerned for my well-being, that's all," you insisted, though doubt lingered in the back of your mind. "We're friends, nothing more."

Legolas's smile widened as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "Of course, Y/N," he replied. His tone dripping with elvish sarcasm. "Just friends."

As he walked away quiet as ever leaving you to figure out you conflicting emotions, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more truth to Legolas's teasing than you dared to admit. But for now, you pushed aside your doubts instead focusing on the task at hand and the challenges that lay ahead. You couldn’t let that distract you of all things. You had Hobbits to find after all.

As for Aragorn, the dynamics of your relationship were markedly different. From the moment he laid eyes on you Aragorn was captivated by your strength, courage, and insane determination. He found himself drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully explain. His heart skipping a beat whenever you were near. Despite his stoic demeanor Aragorn found himself unable to hide his feelings for you. His affection and admiration shining through in subtle gestures and meaningful glances. Whether it was a reassuring touch on the shoulder or a lingering gaze across the campfire Aragorn's love for you was evident to all who knew him. Maybe except for you.

And though you tried to hide it, the effect he had on you was undeniable. Your cheeks would flush with color whenever he spoke. Your heart deciding to skip a beat at the mere sound of his voice. Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure Aragorn had a way of unraveling your defenses. His presence stirring emotions within you that you struggled to contain.

The Battle of Helm's Deep raged on with unrelenting ferocity. The clash of steel and the roar of orcs echoing through the valley. As darkness descended upon the fortress you stood shoulder to shoulder with Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. Your heart was pounding with adrenaline, determination, and a touch of fear.

Together, you fought valiantly against the relentless tide of enemies. Your blades flashing in the dim light as you defended the walls of Helm's Deep with all your strength. But as the battle wore on fatigue began to set in and the odds seemed increasingly insurmountable. In the chaos of the fray the enemy's forces surged forward with renewed fury. You were overwhelmed. The defenders of Helm's Deep were overwhelmed with their sheer numbers. Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli fought with unmatched skill and valor. Their resolve unbroken even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

In the middle the chaos and confusion tragedy struck for you. As the defenders of Helm's Deep rallied for one final stand you found yourself separated from your companions. Unfortunately surrounded by a horde of wargs and orcs. With grim determination you fought with all your might. Every strike of your blade a desperate attempt to fend off the encroaching darkness.

But it was not enough.

As the enemy closed in around you completely overwhelming you with their sheer numbers, you felt a surge of despair wash over you. Your strength faltered and your movements began growing sluggish as exhaustion threatened to consume you whole. And then in a moment of cruel fate you were seized by the snarling jaws of a warg. You were dragged away from the safety of the fortress just as the offenders began to retreat. You were a prize.

Aragorn's heart constricted with dread as he watched helplessly from afar. His voice lost amidst the din of battle as he called out your name in desperation. His pleas were a cruel reminder of how quickly things could change. With every fiber of his being he longed to rush to your aid. To fight tooth and nail to rescue you from the clutches of the enemy. But the tide of battle had turned, and he had no time to rush after you for he would likely die in the cause.

And so, as Helm's Deep fell silent in the wake of the enemy's retreat. Aragorn's heart weighed heavy with grief and guilt. For though the battle had been won. The cost had been immeasurable. And the fate of his beloved remained uncertain, lost amidst the darkness that lurked beyond the walls of Helm's Deep.

In the grim depths of Saruman's fortress, you endured unspeakable torment at the hands of your captors. From the moment they laid hands on you their cruelty knew no bounds. Their twisted minds delighting in the suffering they inflicted upon you. They reveled in your screams of agony. Their laughter echoing off the cold stone walls as they subjected you to unimaginable pain and suffering. Every blow, every cut, every moment of pain was a sickening game to them. A twisted form of entertainment that they relished with sadistic glee.

But despite their best efforts to break your spirit you refused to fold. With every fiber of your being you clung to life with a tenacity that defied comprehension. You endured their tortures with a steely resolve. Your will to survive burning bright even in the darkest of moments. They tried their best to break you. To strip away your humanity and reduce you to nothing more than a shell of your former self. But still you fought on. Your spirit unbroken even as your body bore the scars of their cruelty.

In the depths of despair, you found a flicker of hope—a tiny ember of defiance that refused to be extinguished. And though they tried to snuff it out. To drown it in a sea of pain and despair, still it burned bright within you. It was Aragorn. He was your salvation. Your thoughts that brought light within your darkness. You couldn’t break. Not when you knew was alive and fighting to see you again.

And so, as the minutes turned into days and the days turned into weeks, you clung to life with a determination that seemed to defy reason. For though they sought to destroy you. To crush your spirit beneath their heel. Still, you refused to surrender, your will to survive burning bright even in the face of unspeakable evil. You began to worry they may tire of you. That they may get bored and kill you despite your efforts to survive.

In the grim confines of Saruman's fortress sustenance was a meager and scarce commodity, doled out sparingly by your captors. Each day you received barely enough to sustain your frail body. The meager rations serving as a cruel reminder of your dire circumstances. The food was tasteless. The water stagnant and foul. Yet you choked it down with grim determination. You did it in hopes of seeing Aragorn again. Maybe just maybe you could confess your love to him for this journey made you finally realize your feelings for him.

You couldn't bear the thought of leaving this world laying bare the depths of your heart and soul to him. And so, even as your body grew weak and your spirit faltered, you held fast to the hope that one day, somehow, you would find your way back to him.

As the news of Saruman's demise spread throughout Middle earth a small bit of hope rose within the hearts of those who had suffered under his tyranny. For you, however, trapped within the depths of Orthanc's dungeons, the passing of the once-great wizard brought no relief from your torment.

Barely clinging to life as your body was ravaged by weeks of unspeakable suffering. You lay in darkness your breaths shallow and labored. Each passing moment felt like an eternity as you teetered on the brink of oblivion. Your spirit beginning to falter by the weight of despair.

But in the cruelty of the shadows that engulfed you a faint whisper of hope stirred within your soul—a feeling, a sensation that you couldn't quite explain. It was as if a part of you knew deep down that your salvation was at hand. That somehow, someway, your beloved Aragorn was close and would come for you.

And come for you he did.

Driven by a gnawing sense of unease. A feeling that he couldn't shake, Aragorn ventured into the depths of Orthanc. His heart weighed heavy with dread and determination. Guided by instinct and a love that knew no bounds he searched tirelessly for any sign of your presence. His footsteps echoing through the cold stone corridors as it laid eerily quiet at Saruman’s demise.

And then, at long last, he found you.

Tucked away in the darkest recesses of the dungeons, barely visible amidst the shadows, lay your frail form. Your breaths barely there, faint. Aragorn's heart constricted with anguish at the sight of you, his beloved, so close to the brink of death.

With trembling hands and a voice choked with emotion. Aragorn gathered you into his arms. He cradled you against his chest as if he could shield you from the darkness that threatened to take you from him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he whispered words of love and reassurance. His voice was a soothing balm to your battered soul.

As he held you in his arms as gently as he could he broke down. "Gandalf! Legolas! Gimli! Anyone, help!" His cries reverberated through the silent halls of Orthanc. Each plea in desperation for your salvation. He cried for someone to come to your aid.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cradled you against his chest, his heart breaking at the sight of you—so frail, so vulnerable, so close to slipping away from him forever. He whispered for you to hold on. His voice raw with emotion as he begged you to stay with him just a little while longer. But you remained unconscious. Your breaths shallow and labored, your life hanging by the slimmest of threads.

As Aragorn's desperate calls for help echoed through the halls of Orthanc. His heart broke with fear and anguish. Though finally his cries were answered. Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli came running, drawn by the urgency and desperation in Aragorn's voice. Their faces paled at the sight that greeted them. Your frail form cradled in Aragorn's arms, barely clinging to life.

Gimli, his usually stoic demeanor crumbling in the face of such tragedy, sank to his knees beside you. His heart heavy with sorrow. "By the beard of Durin," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "What have they done to you, lass?"

Legolas with eyes wide of shock and horror, approached tentatively. His usual grace replaced by a raw vulnerability as tears welled in his eyes. "Nay, this cannot be," he whispered. His voice trembling with grief. "Not Y/N... not like this."

Gandalf had a grave expression on his face as he stepped forward. His gaze piercing as he took in the extent of your injuries. "We must act swiftly," he declared. His voice commanding. "There is still hope, but time is of the essence."

With a sense of urgency, they rallied together. Their hearts heavy with grief but their resolve unyielding. With shaking hands Aragorn carried you from the depths of Orthanc, his footsteps echoing heavy through the silent halls as they emerged into the light of day.

As time grew short and the urgency of the situation became increasingly apparent, Gandalf knew that swift action was needed to save you. With a wave of his staff and a word of command he called forth one of the Great Eagles. Ancient creatures who served as allies to the free peoples of middle earth.

As Gandalf summons the Great Eagle to take you to Lothlórien Aragorn's determination to stay by your side remained unyielding. With a glance at the rest of the Fellowship he knew that their journey will be swift on horseback as the Great Eagle could not carry them all.

"Aragorn," Gandalf begins, his voice carrying a sense of urgency, "time is of the essence. We must act swiftly to save Y/N."

Aragorn nods solemnly, his gaze unwavering as he turns to Gandalf. "I will take her on the eagle to ensure she receives the care she needs. The rest of you must ride with haste to Lothlórien. I will meet you there." Gandalf and the others exchange a knowing look. Understanding the weight of Aragorn's decision. With a nod of agreement Gandalf turned to the rest of the Fellowship.

"We ride for Lothlórien," Gandalf declares, his voice echoing with authority. "May the Valar watch over us all."

As Aragorn carries you in his arms and mounts the Great Eagle the rest of the Fellowship saddles their horses and sets off towards Lothlórien knowing it would delay their plans to get to Mordor. But for you they knew they had to. With a sense of urgency driving them forward they rode with haste. Their hearts heavy with worry yet filled with hope that you will receive the care and healing you so desperately need.

After what felt like a lifetime to Aragon Great Eagle descended upon the lush treetops of Lothlórien. Aragorn's urgent pleas for help echo through the elven realm. Celeborn alerted by the urgency in Aragorn's voice, rushed forward from the heart of Lothlórien.

With swift steps, Celeborn reaches Aragorn's side just as the eagle touched down. He sees the urgency in Aragorn's eyes and the battered state of your body and without a moment's hesitation he takes you from Aragorn's arms. His expression a mix of concern and determination.

"Bring her to me," Celeborn commands. His voice carrying an air of authority.

Aragorn watches with a mixture of relief and apprehension as Celeborn rushes towards the healing chambers of Lothlórien. His skilled hands cradling you gently. With each step Aragorn's heart pounds with worry, but he knows that you are in good hands.

As Celeborn disappears into the depths of Lothlórien Aragorn's thoughts turn to the rest of the Fellowship who are still traveling on horseback. He knows that they will arrive soon with their hearts heavy with concern for you. He worried for you. For Frodo and Sam who were continuing their journey ahead. For the delay all of this brought. But he couldn’t seem to care about that all knowing the woman he loved was on the brink of death. The woman who was always so full of life may be taken from him far too soon. Before he could confess his true feelings.

With a silent prayer on his lips, he followed Celeborn into the healing chambers. His determination to see you healed burning brighter than ever. And as he stands vigil by your side surrounded by the gentle beauty of Lothlórien, he knows that though the road ahead may be long and fraught with peril. But together you will face whatever challenges come your way

As hours pass in Lothlórien, Celeborn's efforts to heal you are met with frustratingly little progress. Despite his skill and knowledge your condition remains unchanged. Leaving both him and Aragorn filled with growing despair. Realizing that more drastic measures are needed, Celeborn calls upon his wife, Galadriel, for assistance. Together they work tirelessly through the and night. Their combined powers focused on bringing you back from the darkness of unconsciousness.

Aragorn watched with a heavy heart as Galadriel joins Celeborn in the healing chambers. Her presence a glimmer of hope amidst the peril that threatened to consume him. He knows that if anyone can help you it is the Lady of the Wood, with all her wisdom and grace.

Days turn into nights and still you remain unresponsive. You were lost in a realm of unconsciousness from which you seem unable to awaken. Aragorn's faith began to waver. His heart heavy with doubt and fear as he watches Galadriel and Celeborn work tirelessly to save you. But just when all seems lost, a miracle occurred. After a few days of ceaseless effort, Galadriel kneels beside your bedside and offers a rare prayer to the Valar. Her voice is soft but filled with conviction as she calls upon their aid. Her plea echoing through the halls of Lothlórien.

And then as if in response to her prayer, you stir from your slumber. Your eyes fluttering open for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Aragorn's heart leapt with joy as he watches you awaken. His faith restored in the power of love.

With tears of relief streaming down his cheeks, Aragorn gathers you into his arms. Holding you close as he whispers words of gratitude and love. As you lay there finally awake but still weak and fragile, Aragorn's emotions overwhelm him. Tears stream down his face as he gathers you into his arms holding you close with a fierce, desperate grip but gentle so not to hurt you further.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I love you more than words can express, my love. You cannot leave me again. Please, never leave me again. Please."

His words are a plea. A prayer whispered into the stillness of the healing chambers. His heart ached with the fear of losing you. The fear of facing a world without the light of your presence beside him. And as he holds you close, his tears mingling with yours. He knew that he would give anything to keep you safe. To protect you from harm. As he pours out his heart to you, he realizes just how much you mean to him—how much he needs you by his side, now and always.

"You love me?" you whisper. Your voice barely above a breath as you look up at him, your eyes searching his for confirmation.

Aragorn's laughter fills the air. A warm and comforting sound that washes over you like sunlight breaking through the clouds. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"Did I not make it so obvious my wayward love?" he replies, his voice teasing yet tender as he meets your gaze with a smile.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment at his words. You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Galadriel and Celeborn who have been observing the exchange with amusement, share a knowing look, their eyes twinkling with mirth of the love unfolding before them.

But in that moment as you gaze into Aragorn's eyes and share a laugh together all your worries and fears seem to melt away. For in his arms surrounded by the love and support of your companion, you know that no matter what challenges lie ahead you will face them with him. Your beloved.

And as the laughter fades into a comfortable silence, you rest your head against Aragorn's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear. With his arms wrapped around you, you know that you are home.

As Celeborn and Galadriel summon the rest of the Fellowship, the healing chambers soon fill with the familiar faces of your companions. Their expressions a mix of relief and joy at the sight of you awake, alive and with that smile adorning your soft features.

Gimli with his gruff exterior softened by the depth of his concern, rushes forward to your side. His eyes were brimming with tears. "By Durin's beard, lass! I thought I'd never see you awake again," he exclaims, his voice trembling with emotion as he clasps your hand tightly in his own.

Gandalf had his wise eyes shining with warmth, approaches with a gentle smile. "It is good to see you awake, my dear friend," he spoke. His voice filled with genuine relief. "You have faced darkness and emerged victorious. You are stronger than you will ever know."

Legolas, his fair face radiant with joy, stepped forward with a soft smile. "I am glad to see you awake, mellon nin," he smiled to you. His voice gentle and sincere. "The world is a brighter place with you in it."

Merry and Pippin, their youthful exuberance infectious as always rush to your side with wide smiles on their faces. "You had us worried there for a moment," Merry says, his voice filled with relief. "But you're back with us now and that's all that matters."

Pippin nods eagerly as his eyes shining with unshed tears. "We thought we'd lost you," he admits, his voice wavering with emotion. "But you're a fighter, just like Aragorn said. You'll always come back to us."

As the Fellowship gathers around you with their voices filled with laughter and tears. You felt a profound sense of gratitude wash over you. As you were surrounded by the love and support of your friends you know that no matter what trials may come your way you will always have each other.

As the night descended upon Lothlórien after you woke, Aragorn remained by your side as the rest of the Fellowship retired. His love and devotion unwavering as he tends to your every need.

With gentle hands he washes away the grime and dirt of your ordeal away. His touch tender and reassuring against your skin. He cleanses away the scars of battle as his fingers trace each line and mark with care, as if trying to erase the memories of pain that linger there.

As he helps you change into fresh clothes his gaze never strays from yours. His eyes were filled with an intensity of emotion that took your breath away. He spoke softly. His voice a soothing melody that fills the silence of the healing chambers.

"You are my light in the dark," he whispered softly to you. His words a declaration of love that echoes in the stillness of the night. "You are the reason I fight, the reason I endure. Without you I am lost my love."

Tears fill your eyes at his words. The depth of his love overwhelming in its intensity. "And you are mine," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you reach out to touch his face. "You are the reason I am alive, the reason I kept going. Even in the worst of times."

As the soft glow of moonlight filters through the canopy of leaves above Aragorn's adoration for you seems to shine even brighter. With every touch, every whispered word, he worships you as if you were a goddess descended from the heavens themselves.

He kneels before you, his eyes alight with reverence. He places gentle kisses upon your hands, your cheeks, your forehead, as if each kiss is a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for blessing him with your presence. Thanking them for letting you live.

"I am unworthy of your love," he murmurs. His voice filled with sincerity as he gazes up at you with awe. "But I swear to you, I will spend every moment of my life trying to prove myself worthy of you."

His words melt your heart. Filling you with a warmth that spreads from the tips of your fingers to the depths of your soul. You reach out to cup his face in your hands, tracing the lines of his jaw with your fingers. Feeling the roughness of his stubble beneath your touch.

"You are more than worthy," you whisper, your voice barely a breath as you gaze into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love reflected back at you. "You are my everything, Aragorn. Without you I am nothing."

As you hold each other close surrounded by the quiet beauty of the elven realm. You know that nothing in this world could ever tear you apart. For in each other's arms, you have found a love that transcends time and space. A love that is as boundless as the stars themselves and as enduring as the ages to come.

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The Coffee Chase

Hear me out…. Nanami *knows* that you attend a yoga class every week. In theory, he understands that sometimes you pull out your mat at home and do a simple flow. You’ve said time and time again how much it helps you to relax and center yourself, and he’s delighted you’ve found something that you enjoy…. but

What Nanami wasn’t prepared for is the morning your “at home yoga clothes” only consisted of lacy panties, a cropped t-shirt, and no bra. It was your own home, you couldn’t be bothered with real pants first thing in the morning, but you really should’ve warned the man before he turned the corner to see you in a full forward fold.

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You hummed gently, feeling the delicious stretch in your hamstrings as you leaned forward. Shaking your arms gently, you relaxed even further into the pose and took a deep, centering breath. Gentle clinks and clangs rang out from the kitchen as Nanami made coffee, and soon a delicious aroma filled the air as you continued moving through the poses of your morning flow.

“I’ll repeat once more and then go grab coffee.” You thought happily, relaxing into your last fold.

However, your thought was quickly interrupted by the sound of Nanami choking on his coffee behind you. Ever the doting partner, he had chosen to bring your drink to you, only to be presented with a perfect view of your ass wrapped in sheer lace and your shirt barely covering the generous swell of your breasts.

You grinned, taking your sweet time to pull yourself out of the pose. "G'morning, darling."

Nanami hacked out a response as you padded toward him with a look of faux innocence on your face, accepting the coffee cup from his outstretched hand. He stared at you with flushed cheeks as you took a sip, a coy little smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

"What, see something you like, Ken?" You teased at him, nimbly evading as he reached out to grab your hip.

"Come back here, you little minx," he growled playfully, taking another swipe at you, almost spilling his own coffee in the process.

You gave a mischievous little gasp, bursting into more laughter as you dodged again and started towards the door with Nanami hot on your heels.

Inevitably, the chase would end as usual: with your half-empty mugs of coffee placed haphazardly on your nightstand and you pressed into the freshly washed sheets as Nanami ravished every inch of your body.

It was a good morning, indeed.

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Misc.

Your Boyfriend:

Peter

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Eddsworld:

Tord

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter One

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Two

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Three

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Four

-The Norski and the Themby Chapter Five

Misc.

Tom

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

SallyFace:

Sal

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Larry

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

South Park:

Kenny McCormick

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

-Get Angry

We Need To Talk About Kevin:

Kevin Khatchadourian

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Kit Walker

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Kyle Spencer

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Jimmy Darling

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Kai Anderson

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

My Hero Academia:

Katsuki Bakugo

Blurbs

-Blurb One

Smut

Imagines

-Revenge Porn

Series

Misc.

Izuku Midoriya

Blurbs

-Tattoo Artist Izuku

Smut

Imagines

-Bite Of Fate

-Sweat and Lace

Series

Misc.

Shoto Todoroki

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Eijiro Kirishima

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Denki Kaminari

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Hanta Sero

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Dabi

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

Series

Misc.

Shouta Aizawa

Blurbs

Smut

Imagines

-Can't Erase Heartbreak

-Can't Erase Heartbreak Part 2

Series

Misc.

#eddie munson #henry bowers #patrick hockstetter #john doe #homestuck #michael dipnicky #gareth emerson #creepypasta #marshall lee #adventure time #shaun murphy #the good doctor #JD #jason dean #heathers #your boyfriend #YB #peter king #peter #TK #eddsworld #tord larsson #tom ridgewell #sallyface #sal fisher #larry johnson #travis phelps #masterlist #fanfiction #x reader

[kingofdersecest-2]

Dersecest Valentines Day blurb

Dave was physically abused, Rose was emotionally abused, they both live in perpetual infinite double-triple-quadruple irony loops of cynicism that insist that Valentines day is a scam, yet somehow they perform the most heartfelt romantic gestures towards each other. Dave manages to create his best ever rap song with the cleanest beat drop he's ever performed and lyrics so fire they would combust the ears to anyone not named rose lalonde. appropriately named "rose.mp3"

rose is the only one who has heard it, sworn to secrecy on pain of death, she wears the flash drive containing the song around her neck like a locket.

Rose knitted him a sweater, it is pink. It clashes horribly with...pretty much everything that makes Dave Strider, Dave Strider. He wore it for a week straight and Rose had to force him out of it and clean it several times to get all of the sweat out of it. It was worth it.

#dersecest

[fluentmoviequoter]

Misc. Masterlist

Includes: Stu Redman x fem!reader (The Stand); Aragorn x fem!reader (The Lord of the Rings)

A collection of posts featuring characters without a specified masterlist. I will be updating this and separating the characters as I write more for them!

Stu Redman x fem!reader

White Boulder Christmas (part of 2023 Christmas celebration)

2.5k+ words | angst/fluff | You experience your first white Christmas in the Boulder Free Zone.

Aragorn(Strider) x fem!reader

A Place to Grieve

1.5k+ words | angst/fluff & comfort | After losing a loved one, Strider offers you a place to grieve.

Aragorn Thoughts/Blurbs

✵ his response to your physical insecurities

#fluentmoviequoter #navigation #stu redman x reader #aragorn x reader

[broadway-jade]

happy april fools, everyone!!!!

i have multiple songs planned for today; many irons in the fire, as some might say :p

but first, a song dedicated to my favorite red knight. <3

lyrics under the cut!!!!

rose’s bro has got it goin' on rose’s bro has got it goin' on rose’s bro has got it goin' on rose’s bro has got it goin' on

tt, can i come over after sburb? (after sburb) i’ll even listen to your latest book’s blurb :p (latest blurb) has dave returned from the meteor trip????  (meteor trip) is he there, or is he trying to dip? >_>;; (trying to dip)

you know i'm not the little girl that i used to be >:/ i'm all grown up now baby, can't you see?

this cool kid has got me outbid  used to be my crush  oh, i waited for so long  but strider, can't you see???  you're just not enough for me :// i know it might be wrong but i want your troll cherry bomb!!! :((

dave’s bf has got me goin’ deaf dave’s bf has got me goin’ deaf

karkat, do you remember when i fought dream jade? (fought dream jade) you trolled me with a simple “HM!” (hmm) i could tell you liked me from the way you stayed (the way you stayed) and the way you wrote "..TO MAKE OUT WITH MYSELF TO BE." (:B (myself out to be)

and i know that you think it's just a fantasy but since your quads walked out you could use a gal like me!!!! xo

this fuckass has got me outclassed he's all that i dreamed and i’ve waited so long but karkat, can't you see???? you're not enough for me i know it might be wrong but i want my troll romcom!!!!! ;)

these red boys are gonna be my toys (gonna be my toys) they’re all I want and i've waited for so long (waited and waited) oh, can't you see? one’s just not enough for me i know it might be wrong but i'm in love with

these red boys, oh, oh (i'm in love with) these red boys, oh, oh oh, can't you see? one’s just not enough for me i know it might be wrong but i'm in love with two dumb knights!!!!!! :D

#broadway jade #broadwaystuck #jade harley #homestuck #jade sings :D

[i-am-darth-feanor]

Sword and Arrow: Chapter 1

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings

Pairings: Aragorn/Female OC, Aragorn/Boromir

Chapter warnings: none :)

Fic summary/blurb thing: 🏹⚔️ 👑𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫. 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜.👑⚔️ 🏹The Rangers of the North are known far and wide for their skills in battle and secrecy. Of this taciturn group of Dúnedain, two are especially renowned for their deeds in battle: Aragorn, the Lord of the Dúnedain and Commandant of Rangers, and Beruthiel, his second-in-command.When Aragorn receives a dire summons from Rivendell but is wandering the Wild on some business of his, Beruthiel rides with haste from Fornost to find him. Once they reach Rivendell, she is invited to the secretive Council of Elrond and, unwilling to leave her friend's side, she joins the group known as the Fellowship of the Ring.From there, Beruthiel is thrown onto a thrilling ride of adventure, love, death, and heartbreak as she meets -  and loses - people who she would fight with sword and arrow for. [somewhat inspired by Ranger’s Apprentice]

~👑🗡️🏹~

CHAPTER 1

SIXTY-SEVEN YEARS LATER

A hooded figure pushed open the door of the Prancing Pony, taking shelter from the torrential rain outside. She scanned the room, then pushed back the hood, showing a head full of messy brown hair cut short about her shoulders like a man's.

"Ah, Wildcat!" the man behind the counter greeted her.

"Butterbur," she responded in a low voice.

"What can I do for you today?" Butterbur continued in an amiable voice, setting down the tray of beers. "Will you be staying for the night?"

"Afraid not, Butterbur," she said, looking cautiously around the room. "Have you seen Ara- Strider lately?"

"Strider! Of course!" the man exclaimed. "Left last morning." Wildcat cursed and turned to go. Just as she was about to open the door, she turned back.

"Was he alone, or was there anyone with him?" she asked.

"Four hobbits, there were!" Butterbur happily said. Suddenly interested, Wildcat walked back to the counter.

"Do you know their names?" she urgently demanded. Butterbur hesitated.

"Well, I'm not supposed to tell, you know," he admitted.

"This is urgent business, Butterbur," she said leaning closer. "Ranger business." The fat man sighed.

"One was a Brandybuck, I believe; right delightful folk! Haven't seen one on this side of the Brandywine for ages now. And there was a Took with them, fine hobbits, they are. And, let me see, one was their servant, didn't quite catch his name, but Bob and Nob would know, probably. Oh, and Underhill! Underhill, that was the fourth." Wildcat raised an eyebrow. Butterbur sighed. "Baggins, if you must know."

"Which way did they go?" Wildcat interrogated. "East?"

"Yeh- yes!" he said, surprised. "East. To Rivendell, Strider said."

"Thank you," she said to Butterbur, reaching for her belt. "You've been most helpful." She slid a gold coin across the table and turned to go.

"Wildcat?" Butterbur asked. She partially turned. "Will the- the Black Riders come again?"

"No," she said with finality. "They won't."  Then she pushed open the door, pulling her hood back up. A dark elf horse was tied to the post just outside. She mounted up and rode off into the night, heading east.

~👑🗡️🏹~

Galloping as fast as her horse could go, Wildcat finally approached Weathertop. "Amon Sul..." she breathed. Surely Aragorn and the hobbits had taken shelter here. It was, by the broadest definition, defendable.

Wildcat, or, to use her proper name, Beruthiel, urged her tired horse up the steep path to the top of the watchtower. Once there, she slid off and inspected her surroundings. It looked deserted, but her Ranger's eyes made out what looked like the remnants of a fire.

Beruthiel hurried over to kneel by the dead fire. She let a pinch of ashes run between her fingers. They were stone cold, whoever had made this fire was long gone. She had no doubt that it wasn't Aragorn, she knew the man well and he would never risk a fire.

However, she saw dried liquid near the fire, with seeds nearby. Tomatoes? She shook her head. Hobbits, then. Aragorn left for a while and hobbits managed to start a fire. Beruthiel cast a quick glance around. The setting sun illuminated a patch of black on the stones. She picked it up, then immediately dropped it.

It was a fragment of cloth, cut jaggedly. The thick material told her that it once belonged to a cloak. Beruthiel knew that Aragorn wore a green-brown Ranger's cloak. Hobbits being hobbits, they had probably not thought to bring any of their own. "Nazgul..." she whispered. She was on the right track. Another day of hard riding would bring her to the small company, given that they had not been ridden down by Nazgul. She had departed Rivendell with Lord Glorfindel to search for said hobbits and Ranger, but they had split up past the Fords of the Bruinen, agreeing that they could search twice as fast separately. Glorfindel, as far as Beruthiel knew, was still combing the wilds, while she had ridden to Bree: she knew for a fact that Aragorn often visited the town.

Beruthiel faintly smiled at the memory of the elf-lord as she mounted her horse. He had been taller and more handsome than she could fathom a man to be. She had been so nervous around Glorfindel, so awed by the warrior she had heard so many tales about. But then he had smiled and had been so kind to her for the two days they had taken to reach the Bruinen. No use in daydreaming, she told herself sternly. You are a Ranger, and you have a job to do.

The Ranger kicked her horses' side, urging him on to what she hoped to be the final leg of their journey before they found Aragorn and the four hobbits.

~👑🗡️🏹~

Sword and Arrow Masterpost

#sword and arrow #darth feanor's writing #lotr #lotr fanfiction #fanfiction #aragorn #boromir #legolas #aragorn x boromir #aragorn x oc

[spxllcxstxr]

With the Ranger • A

(Gif not mine)

Request: hi! could I request an aragorn imagine where a guard or soldier is flirting with the reader, not knowing that she’s with Aragorn? Thanks! -- @elisethewildwolf​

Summary: You finally track him down only to be flirted with by a soldier.

Warnings: reader is called a lady at one point, soldier flirting with the reader (though I wouldn’t really call it flirting lol), soft Aragorn because I love him

Word Count: 730

A.N: Not lotr accurate, of course, but I tried my best, thank you to the Rohirrim name generator for the name of the random guard, is this really flirting? no, but I tried lmao, thank you so so much for this request, hope you enjoy!

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You could feel the stares of the men of Rohan burning into you as you walked passed their camps, though you paid no attention to them. There was only one man you were looking for, the one who sent for you urgently before departing from Lothlórien in a hurry.

You suspected that someone as prevalent as Aragorn would be in a more central part of the entire camp, somewhere heavily guarded with Théoden King. 

The tall grasses part as you walk through them, soldiers stopping with their horses and supplies as you pass. You offer them nods at their curious stares and hands on the hilts of their weapons.

The center tent glows bright, silhouettes pace by the walls and hunch over the center table in thought. It seems you’ve found the right place.

One guard stands in front of the tent, his posture straight and his eyes glaring and alert. His long blonde hair is streaked occasionally with dirt and flecks of dried blood. 

You approach him, making sure to keep your hands empty and in sight at all times. You are not here to start a fight.

“Is Lord Aragorn in this tent...”

“Éador.” He gruffly gives up his name for you.

“...sir Éador?” You ask him as kindly as possible. 

He lifts his eyebrows at your question.

“And what would such a fair lady like you want with this information?” Éador questions, taking a step towards you. 

“He has asked me to come.” You reply, not moving from your spot. 

“Lord Aragorn is a very busy man, why don’t you wait here with me?” He smiles and offers you a gloved hand. 

While you do not feel threatened by this soldier, you simply do not have the time to stand here flirting with him.

You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off by the flaps of the tent being pushed aside. The figure pauses in front of you, ignoring Éador in favor of bowing down to take your hand and offer you a kiss to your knuckles.

You almost freeze at the delicate action.

“You are hard to track.” You state, his firm grasp on your hand never loosening, his lips still hovering over your skin. “I was told you were to be traveling by the River Anduin, and I find you here by the White Mountains.”

Your face is still obstructed by the think hood of the cloak, but nevertheless you quirk an eyebrow, waiting for his explanation. 

He chuckles deeply, dark grey eyes somehow peering deep into your own.

“I thought you loved a challenge, (Y/n).” His fingers release your own as he straightens to his full height.

You push back your hood before quickly crossing your arms over your chest.

“Whoever said it was a challenge, Aragorn?”

The corner of his lips quirks into a smirk you’re all too familiar with. It makes your heart pound and a smile make its way onto your own face. 

“You know her, my Lord?” The soldier asks, looking between the two of you. 

“I know her quite well, Éador.” Aragron remarks, eyes sliding to meet the fair haired man, his smile still playful.

Warmth blossoms in your chest at his seemingly innocent words.

“Of course, my Lord.” Éador, coughs out, blue eyes refusing to meet either of yours. “I’ll--I’ll leave you two to it, then.” The soldier gives Aragorn a brief nod before walking off to another campsite. 

The two of you stay silent for a moment, eyes still trained on one another, taking each other in. 

He has a few more cuts and bruises littering his skin, which is unsurprising to you. His exposed arms, which of course you take in, are wrapped in cloth, dried blood clinging to the fabric. A tooth is chipped and his dark hair is scraggly and damp with sweat. He certainly looks like he’s been traveling across Middle Earth. You’re just glad he’s alive and in one piece. 

“I have missed you, my heart.” Aragorn mutters softly, his voice rough just like the palm of his hand that he rests on your jaw. 

“And I you, love.” Your bottom lip quivers as you respond, having not seen him since he left for Bree in the Autumn. 

“Come, (Y/n), you have a lot to catch up on.” The smirk returns as he leads you back into the tent behind him.

•

Lord of the Rings Taglist: @jazzybug163​

#lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #aragorn #strider #aragorn x reader #strider x reader #aragorn fluff #aragorn blurb

[desertsfic]

the run and go Chapter 65: gain stage is up! 

I ended up splitting this chapter into two parts, because it got so long it was a bit embarrassing, so please enjoy the first half while i keep working on the second!

#i don't even have a fun blurb i'm just excited #also there might be errors because i was so excited but sorry if you find them #homestuck #davesprite #bro strider #i'm still throwin down that gauntlet huh

[katreal-fic]

Ersatz Abyss Update

Summary: The Auto-Responder had long since resigned himself to an artificial existence, his only dwindling hope for escape hinging on a promise that has yet to be fulfilled.

One day he wakes up; Dirk nowhere to be found. What’s the point in getting what you want, if you can’t show off a little?

Based on the Haltier!AU by @striding-feather

Chapter 9/?? - [Link]

[Discord Server]

#homestuck #homestuck fanfic #homestuck au #lil hal #auto-responder #hal strider #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #haltier dirk #fic: ersatz #kat's fics #chapter update #Self Promotion #friday update #someone just reminded me to do this #sorry bout that #also too tired to think of a blurb

[erendswildember]

So finally started my brain dump/start of planning for my Ereloy fic 🎉🙏🏻

The two big moments I have that I want to work around are these:

She starts at Olin’s apartment and then moves to Erend’s bc of how safe it makes her feel. It’s the first time something has felt like home since her childhood with Rost.

Erend does a lot of blustering bc he self sabotages and Aloy does a lot bc avoidant and doesn’t know how to handle it. Possible idea for them admitting feelings is them trying to do it at the same time and keep cutting each other off. Or he tries to go to her place and she goes to his place and bluster about missing each other.

Aloy makes Erend an altar for Ersa, maybe that’s how Erend discovers how much she cares. Bc at first she won’t tell him anything so he thinks something is wrong while she’s gathering supplies and talking to people. And it causes a rift. Then he comes home one time to see her putting the finishing touches on it. But she was hoping to be done before he came back. Which could then lead to the above scene of feelings.

And the other I’ve already fleshed into a blurb that I think I like so far. I haven’t done fics in like 10-15 years and they were never planned before so AAAAAAAAAAAAA. This is blurb:

“Quietly sneak up behind them and just simply override them to hop on she says. Fire and spit, simple my ass” Erend thinks as he lays on his back in a patch of long grass, staring up at the sky and a quizzical strider. Catching the wind that had been knocked out of him, he pushed himself up onto his elbows to peek over the grass and Aloy was bent over double from laughing on her stone perch. “Laugh it up, Savior of Meridian, at least I can use an axe without destroying a priceless royal relic just by carrying it.” Erend glowered at her for a second, but with the way the sun shone thru her fiery hair and her laugh lit up her eyes he couldn’t maintain a bad mood for more than a blink of an eye. He was in deep with his feelings for her but he was still convinced there was no way that she could feel the same way.”

@soupandchaos this is what I was talking about with what I’ve fleshed out so far! 😅🙏🏻

#horizon forbidden west #aloy #erend vanguardsman #horizon zero dawn #aloy x erend #ereloy #amber does a fan fic #hzd fanfic

[daughter-of-arda]

MASTERLIST

THE HOBBIT

Hiraeth (ongoing)

(n): a homesickness for a home to which you can never return, a home which maybe never was

Hiraeth follows Branna, daughter of Rhai, as she joins the Company of Thorin Oakenshield to reclaim the Lonely Mountain from the Dragon Smaug. She lives in Rockfells, a trading town in the Blue Mountain about a day’s ride away from Thorin’s Halls, the settlement of the displaced Dwarves of Erebor where Thorin, his sister Dís, and his nephews Fili and Kili live. Encountering Fili and Kili on a chance supply run, Branna quickly befriends the two princes, eventually meeting their uncle and pledging herself to his cause for reasons she cannot determine. But perhaps they have something to do with Thorin, the Dwarf who is just as lonely as she.

Thorin Oakenshield x Branna (OC)

Hiraeth Masterlist

The Ambassador (ongoing)

King Thranduil had sworn to her this would only be temporary. Tensions between the Elves and Dwarves were at such heights never felt since the reign of Thingol, and there was simply no way the King of the Woodland Realm could travel to the Lonely Mountain often enough to ensure whatever scrap of peace was left remained intact. Thranduil’s advisors had suggested implementing an ambassador in the Lonely Mountain, an Elf who could be trusted to navigate the tricky layers of Dwarvish court while maintaining the best interests of the people whom they represented. Who better to choose than Thranduil’s strongest negotiator, Lady Maerwen?

Torn from her home and placed in a callous Mountain with a mad King and a Prince with perhaps more similarities than differences, Maerwen must figure out a way to keep both Erebor and The Woodland Realm strong, before true darkness descends.

No specific romantic pairing with Maerwen (OC).

The Ambassador Masterlist

Descent (ongoing)

As the crow flies, Bree is only about two miles from the small black dot on the map labeled ‘Combe.’ There resides Ingrid Broderick, a farmgirl claiming descent from the city of Dale. She's not sure why a Wizard and two Dwarves appear on her stoop one morning, nor why they're so interested in her ancestors, but the reclamation of the Dwarf kingdom of Erebor and Dale could lift her family out of precarious poverty.

There's only one choice for her, really.

Fili x Ingrid Broderick (OC)

Descent Masterlist

Writer's Month 2021 Masterlist (complete)

All my responses to @writersmonth's 2021 prompt list! Unrelated blurbs following Thorin Oakenshield and his wife Branna as they navigate life as King and Queen Under the Mountain.

Not Hiraeth compliant.

Thorin Oakenshield x Branna (OC)

WM2021 Masterlist

Writer's Month 2022 Masterlist (complete)

All my responses to @writersmonth's 2022 prompt list! Fili meets Ingrid Broderick on a sunny day and hasn't really been away from her since. Not that he's complaining. In fact, he doesn't want to live without her by his side.

Not Descent compliant.

Fili x Ingrid Broderick (OC)

WM2022 Masterlist

Character Cards

A closer look at the original characters put into The Hobbit timeline. Unlinked means no card yet exists, or posting such card would spoil their respective stories.

Update 01/01/2022 As a celebration of making it through to the New Year, I've linked incomplete versions of my character cards below. All spoilers have been removed, so you can safely read and enjoy these cards!

Branna, daughter of Rhai

Ingrid Broderick

Lady Maerwen

LORD OF THE RINGS

Winter Winds (ongoing)

Strider is acting strange, searching for tracks and markings on trees as the Fellowship makes its way south along the western edge of the Misty Mountains. Pippin thinks nothing of it until a stranger arrives in the middle of the night, claiming to be an ally. She's cryptic and quiet, and despite the warnings of the others Pippin is drawn to her, pledging loyalty to this... pseudo-Strider.

No specific romantic pairing with Ealawen (OC).

Winter Winds Masterlist

Character Cards

A closer look at the original characters put into the Lord of the Rings timeline. Unlinked means no card yet exists, or posting such card would spoil their respective stories.

Ealawen

Harwyn

Otuni the Red

#masterlist #writing #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit fic #thorin oakenshield #balin #dwalin #fili #kili #gandalf #OFC #OC #dwarves #hobbits #elves #maiar #middle earth #tolkien #daughter-of-arda #fanfiction #thorin x oc #thorin x ofc #thorin oakenshield x oc #thorin oakenshield x ofc #fili x oc #fili x ofc #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr fanfiction

[ethrenisnotthehero]

@hogwartsmystory is a predator (part one)

Ethren Whitecross is a Hogwarts Mystery MC created by an abuser, and his story has been utilized to torment the survivor. Ren, his enablers, and the friends who support him are a danger to the HPHM community, and it’s important that people are made aware of their presence on tumblr. To ensure this callout reaches as many people as possible, some of the normal tags on our posts are not present on this callout. I know that this isn’t the kind of content most people want to see, but it would mean a lot for everyone who reads it to pass the warning on. It’s the responsibility of adults (all adults, period) to help prevent kids in our circles from getting wrapped up with people who would hurt them. TW: Pedophilia, Abuse, Gaslighting, Sexual Assault, Self Harm, Suicide, NSFW Topics

Thanks to everyone who’s been checking in. It means a lot to Ren’s victim to know that people hear her and believe her, especially after all the time she’s spent suffering because of this. I’m frustrated that no one did this sooner, because predators like Ren will continue to abuse people to cater to their power fantasy unless they’re consistently called out for their behavior. Unfortunately, many of the people who support Ren now were also some of the same people who excused/enabled his behavior, or were even children themselves at the time. @hogwartsmystory is run by a man who used to role-play on children’s websites, going by the names “Wolfsabre,” “Strider,” and “aaron.”

The Act of Grooming, Part One: Access  

One of the communities he frequented was an adoptable pet website known as Chicken Smoothie. We’ll refer to this website as CS from now on. Between 2011 and 2014, CS staff went through several periods of cracking down on adult topics their role-play forums. Frustrated with not being able to get away with RPing adult topics on CS, Ren decided that he would make his own site to serve as a “haven” for mature role-players. At the time that Ren created his site (first known as Awesome Sauce and then later as Advanced Scribes), he could have been as old as 16. For the rest of this callout, his website will be referred to as AS.

Ren’s founder blurb on the Staff section of AS:

A significant portion of users who switched to AS did it because they could no longer RP popular topics on CS, including: + sexually explicit scenes (crackdowns in 2009, 2011, and 2014) + nonconsensual romance (huge crackdowns in 2011/2012) + slave/master dynamics (crackdowns in 2010, 2011, and 2013) + prolific violence (crackdowns in 2011/2013) + detailed gore (crackdowns in 2010, 2013, and 2014) + most swearing (consistently since 2011) + dog-fighting, puppy mills, and animal abuse (banned in 2012) + and abusive relationships (huge crackdowns in 2011/2012). When I say get away with, I mean get away with. Explicit or sexual scenes/RP topics were banned in 2009, so by the time staff were truly cracking down on NSFW RPs it had been banned for years. Official topic banning explicit content on CS in 2009:

Ren knew the rules of the site, but chose to RP mature content in the forums, making excuses about why he continued to stay. He also consistently proved that he was aware of the fact that it was against site rules, but continued to advertise his website as a place where users could RP sex, drugs, and violence, among other things.

And this is just a fraction of his advertising. After he created AS, a significant portion of users flooded over to his site to get around CS rules. In fact, so many users used CS to solicit partners for mature AS role-plays that even mentioning the site was banned for a period of time after it was created. Proof of AS ban from advertising on the site:

And despite everything said, it’s not like AS’s content was occasionally outside the scope of CS rules. People knew AS as the place to RP suicide, addiction, sex, drugs, abuse, salve and mater RPs, violence, gore, etc. These were people who were bothered that they couldn’t RP slave and master relationships on a children’s website. 

And keep in mind, CS was created in the early 2000s. A lot of the people who grew up on the site were pretty young back then, myself included. Jill, the person that Ren would go on to abuse, was 12 at the time that he started advertising this bullshit on CS. This behavior was pervasive on CS, literally so bad that there would be huge waves of bans every few months during the early days. I had my own underaged character be sexually assaulted in an RP by someone who claimed to be an adult man. For God’s sakes, there have been actual arrests made in connection with this site, that’s how bad these infractions of the rules were. From 2011 to 2013, at the height of predatory behavior happening in a place meant to be a safe haven for children, Ren gave them a safe haven to go to and created a space perfect for luring in impressionable, vulnerable youth. And that’s how he met Jill.

Continue to Part 2

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[readingaccountability]

snow crash - neal stephenson

my playlist (because of The Way That I Am)

final thoughts:

okay, im going to be honest right out of the gate- i cant decide whether this is a book id recommend or not. it was really fun for the most part, but personally there was a lot more exposition than id like. the early portions of the novel have exposition which feels completely fair, mostly things relating to worldbuilding. stephenson creates his own vision of future america, and some places online referred to it as cyberpunk, and some as post-cyberpunk. id be more in the latter camp, mostly due to the way he plays with tropes, leaving the reader unsure of which will be subverted and which wont.

the use of language was really fun, and i enjoyed the worldbuilding a lot. his vision of a futuristic capitalistic earth feels surreal in its immediacy and recognizability. the back jacket blurb ends with "a future america so bizarre, so outrageous, you'll recognize it immediately." which, yeah. a texan info-tech magnate? two competing corporations owning the highway system? suburban city-states? this was another enjoyable thing- everything was colorfully named, and names treated totally normally, which kind of poked fun at how we have everyday things named very ludicrously and for the most part we are totally blind to it.

one aspect i really enjoyed was that the author often doesn't make certain things clear to the audience, until he does, and then it becomes necessary to reassess the entire story and setting. this goes to underscore the theme of the importance of information and the ways we take it in and perceive the world based upon it. for example, we don't learn that y.t. is fifteen until maybe 75 pages in, at which point a lot makes sense in retrospect. the same thing occurs in the worldbuilding, as suddenly a detail is given in passing and the reader must incorporate it into the setting, which by default we assume to be similar in many ways to our idea of america. it keeps the reader on their toes as well as furthering the worldbuilding. for the most part, the tech stuff didnt feel outdated to me, despite being a future projected out from '92.

however, aspects of the book are definitely very 1992. id put these into two camps: the first, being that the book does at different times use slurs. the main character is black and asian, the n word is used a few times by racist side-character/antagonist types, as are a few other racial slurs. there was also the occasional usage of the r slur, within the narrative prose itself, rather than usage as an insult within dialogue.

the protagonist, who is named, unfortunately, hiro protagonist, is a great character and felt very fleshed out to me, though at times he reminded me more of dirk strider than normally would be ideal. (its obvious that stephenson and andrew hussie are of a similar type of writer, and play with similar tropes, lmao.) hiro is a man of many worlds. he seems to shift between them easily, though never fully existing in any of them. this is reflected in his background, both in his biracial identity and in having been raised on a myriad of army bases. this is layered further in his fluidity in interacting with both reality and the metaverse, yet remaining slightly, consistently aloof. fascinatingly the first moment i sensed this drop was when we meet juanita- aka where his real and meta realities coincide. the description of them as the adam and eve of the metaverse is both insanely romantic and thematically key (good god i wish we had more than like, two conversations between them). juanita designed the facial component to metaverse avatars, doing the majority of this work when the two were together, and hiro can see echoes of both their facial tics in the face of every avatar in the metaverse. in a way, by having done this work juanita is positioned by the narrative as one of the gods of this digital realm. she is also hiro's call to action, being aware of the coming trouble and alerting him to it, as well as connecting him to the informational database he needs to prepare.

y.t., the secondary protagonist, fucking ruled. i loved that she was just a fifteen year old punkass kid whose mom doesnt know how crazy this part time job is. y.t. being worried about her mom was a great thread throughout, and a really good balance to how obviously independent y.t. is. i do wish there had been a chance to explain more about her background (she has a dad who left who is mentioned in a throwaway sentence, and a boyfriend who is mentioned near the beginning but never again.) i really enjoyed how obviously hyperaware y.t. was at all times about her own place within the insanities of the setting, while also consistently writing her as a teen maybe in way too deep who thinks about things in typically teenage ways. but like, that wasn't ever held against her? the narrative meets her where she is. it was honestly awesome. HOWEVER,

i absolutely hated the raven and y.t. scenes. how creepy!!! he basically statutory rapes her!!! we know hes at least late 20s early 30s, because hes the same age as hiro. if this sort of content is upsetting to read for you, i definitely do NOT recommend this book. (if you want to avoid reading these bits: ch 47 y.t. meets raven, ch 50 they are in a bar eating, ch 52 things happen that result in y.t.'s anti-assault device activating- she did not activate it on purpose, but forgot it was there- and raven is knocked out.)

please PLEASE dont take any of the following analysis as like, trying to be apologetic towards this scenes. because again they were awful and hard to get through and really gross. but im also cognizant that the author was obviously trying to convey something by making the choice, like the way it was written is obviously not condoning this sort of thing.

i think maybe what stephenson was trying to get at with that, was that we see hiro internally negate any potential for anything untoward with y.t. basically immediately, since he kind of senses that she might have a small crush on him (though this doesnt last more than a fleeting moment, especially from her perspective). vs raven, whose 'poor impulse control' warning tattoo eventually elicits a sarcastic remark from hiro after he finds out raven and y.t. were "a thing". i really dont think hiro knew how far it went? like it was just suuuper weird, but i figured it was meant narratively to 1. execute the chekovs gun of y.t.'s anti-assault device, 2. contrast hiro and raven (especially considering the bike-racing argument where theyre telling the story together, which is supposed to parallel them, while contrasting the differences in how they ended up?), and 3. just to get raven unconscious, i guess. but good god it was weird and i hated every second of it, why couldnt the device have like, activated way earlier?? gah. fucking upsetting. moving past that!

honestly i was really frustrated by how little screentime juanita got, because the way she was introduced was so fucking interesting and then shes mostly off doing her own thing. the bits of explanation she gives at the end about what she was up to on the raft are so sparse and im like damn, can we get a little bit of her pov in here? please? that would have ruled. additionally, shes supposed to be hiros love interest, but we see so little of them interacting outside her intro scenes. a huge portion of why hiro is getting into the sumerian mythology is literally framed as something that will help him understand juanita, but we dont get to see him talk to her about it barely at all.

the supporting characters were quite fun, i particularly liked the librarian. big surprise, i liked the overly literal ai information-dispensor, lmfao. watching him and hiro interact reminded me SO hard of geordi laforge having honest to god conversations with the computer where he tries to coax information out of it, aka one of my favorite little aspects of tng.

and lastly, the major plot themes themselves. i adore the way stephenson approached action, it was very entertaining. usually i cant really visualize action scenes written out, but his use of language was really really effective and engaging. the plot itself was absolutely fascinating, though i found the premise pretty contrived. which isnt bad in itself, i was fully suspending my disbelief until the last hundred pages or so. which for a 550+ page book, isnt too bad.

i did like the approach of linking the ancient to the modern, that is always really neat. and i think ultimately stephenson did it in an interesting way, not how i would have done it, but definitely interesting! creating these ideas about information infrastructures, and there being words that can access those and be used to control people, was wild. not sure if i agree about the equating of religion to a virus, though he did specifically establish that it was more the approach to religion, than religion itself. (maybe if juanita had been more goddamn present in the narrative that could have been elaborated on a little more. literally her perspective would have been perfect in balancing that out!!)

ultimately what did me in was the very very very long winded MONOLOGUE where hiro re-explained the whole premise, in ways that didnt really neatly organize into a cohesive argument. a lot of the scenes where hiro talks to the librarian, which are interspersed throughout the book, are really exposition heavy, because stephenson is rooting his ideas in historical concepts that need to be explained to both hiro and the audience. and i thought all that was fine, because it was a conversation where hiro was grappling with the information, and he was figuring it out along with the reader, and most importantly it was a conversation between him and the librarian computer program.

howeverrr later on we get a full rehash of all that, where hiro makes clear some stuff that was just implied for the reader, and hes literally just telling these important men whats up in this big long monologue. utterly worthless. i kept reading it and going YEAH, we KNOW, we know this we know this. and the important men barely interjected. it added basically nothing to our understanding of the situation, other than reframing it. but everything added was already an implicit thing, and didnt really need to be said again.

the resolution to the book was stellar, the last 30-40 pages, once hiro is onto the raft, were great. ultimately after reading and giving some time to digest it, i think it was a solidly great book with a few big drawbacks near the end, but which dont carry through and sully the ending.

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[pearlescent-princess]

It's thankfully been raining some more, but between the thunderclaps, been hard to consistently sleep (or dream). But the small blurb I remember was at this old town. The ones with the long street and all the shops down the sides of it. I recall there being this new shop in the upstairs of another shop. That or it was the woman's private apartment. I'm not sure. All I know is that I went into it and then into her coat closet. There was something about the Outsider here. No shrine, but he did show up for me. Strangely if it were any other person who had pitch black eyes, I would be frightened. But for whatever reason, he's okay.

I remember talking to him in the coat closet. His skin was almost an ashy white. He didn't seem colorful in the dream, as if it took too much energy for him to show up. I talked to him (or maybe it was just Strider). Something about how this woman was creating items. I needed his help in making something as well. All I know is that I pressed my ear to his chest to listen for his heart. I made a comment about how I heard or felt nothing. It was hollow.

Don't recall much more of this dream. But I know I had gone fishing in another dream of mine. Caught some type of carp.

#dreams #monarch's musings

[autumnslance]

My personal take on the Tempered argument for the Ascians:

More powerful primals seem to be more subtle and less-hands-on in their control than our initial introduction in the Bowl of Embers. In that instance, Ifrit just hammers the soldiers with aether and the transformation is really dramatic. And then we never, ever see a tempering like that again.

This got a bit long, so have a cut:

Shanti’s actions and words in Stormblood allowed for other actions. While she ended up with the goal of “you will worship our god” in the throne room, Lakshmi was summoned based on Shanti’s desires--for her daughter to live, and to protect her people from further similar pain in the striders’ war. Lakshmi’s actions, and even those of Shanti later on, include that goal, and it’s not until 4.1 that she even attempts to have others enthralled by her god; it’s not at all a goal in 4.0, though Lakshmi herself is hungry for worshipers as a newborn primal.

Similarly, the Heavens’ Ward in 3.0; some of those men were decent, some were bastards--we only have short blurbs in the lorebook to really go on, and the line from the short story that the “last true knight of the Heavens’ Ward” died the night Charibert murdered the old Archimandrite, thanks to Ascian schemes and probably the Archbishop’s command. So were the decent-ish ones peer pressured? Convinced this was the best way to end the war with Dravania? We don’t know enough, honestly, thanks to the various cuts to content and interactions with those characters. But we do know how some of them interacted and the choices they made that had zero to do with “becoming the Knights of the Round”. Many of their actions against the Scions and their allies were not necessary on the road to that end goal.

In my opinion, if say, Zephrin, were a decent man aside from his tempering, why would he shoot to kill? Even under orders, he could have made a different choice if he so chose. But he could perhaps justify to himself that trying to kill the WoL was a necessary step, and his tempering might have strengthened that.

And that’s sort of where I see the Ascians. They created Zodiark based on their desires, and He certainly fulfills that, though with some unexpected consequences. But the tempering doesn’t have to be heavy-handed; it’s more likely to be subtle, and so interwoven with their own desires as to be difficult to separate anyway. They make terrible choices and actions--and a quiet voice in the back of their head lets them justify all of it.

In the end of 5.0, after Emet-Selch has spent the story telling the Scions “the Truth” (from his perspective, perception, old memories; Ascians are still people and not perfect), and demands they “prove themselves” in the drama play that is the Amaurot instance, he immediately moves the goal posts after, claiming the protagonists failed. THAT specifically strikes me as the tempering talking; a justification for his disappointment and anger, by having the Scions “fall short". Because he doesn’t see sundered souls as actual people, if they fail his test to prove otherwise, then it’s acceptable to kill them.

There is a LOT that is directly 100% the Ascians’ own faults, parts of the schemes they didn’t have to do to anyone, but chose to for their own goals anyway (that end in the destruction of entire worlds). To me, however, any time they may have reconsidered, may have expressed a bit of doubt, may have begun to see the sundered as people...Then the tempering kicked in to shut down those ideas and move the goal posts, reminding them of their overarching mission that they have sacrificed so much for, including the freedom to change their minds.

Zodiark is only enforcing their conviction. They put themselves on this path ages ago and now they can’t choose to step off of it. Which is why redemption can’t be possible until/unless the primal lets them go (dissipated doesn’t work; the primal must choose to release them, as seen in Coils). They may not have realized that would be a consequence of creating their god.

It makes it interesting to me because the Ascians’ own choices are very “ends justify the means”--but there are also aspects where they can’t simply choose to stop being manipulative destroyers, either.

Do I want Emet-Selch back (and redeemed)? Not really, as I think his death was powerful as-is and don’t want to see that cheapened. Will I care if they find a decent way to do it? It’ll depend on how long it takes and how well it’s written. I think we’ve had a few too many fake-out deaths and sudden returns lately as-is, while having to wait some time is a good idea (such as Gaius’ return, which I am still on the fence about).

But I’m also not really emotionally invested in Emet-Selch outside of he’s a fantastic antagonist and foil with great personality and story beats, and the literary analysis he generates (and I really don’t care about the “hot or not” debate, he’s a made up pixel character). Were this a grimdark story, with a perspective shift he could easily be the antihero protagonist who meets a tragic end at the hands of those his ends-justify-the-means actions threaten. I figured when they introduced him in the StB patches he was there to be a villain we could kill so they could keep Elidibus for whatever the Ascian endgame is. And I like the discussion, stories, and art--favorable and not--concerning Emet-Selch, because of how interesting he is as a villain who has done terrible things of his own accord--and cannot choose to stop doing them, even if he wanted to.

EDIT: I think where I’m really going with this is there is room for both prevalent theories in regard to Ascian motivations.

You want to see some or all as cognizant, unrepentant monsters? There’s room for that.

You want to see some or all as guilt-ridden, unaware victims of their own primal? There’s room for that.

Personally I think it makes it a little more horrifying and tragic, if some of them revel in and accept their monstrous actions if it means they get back what they lost, while others have a low key horrified awareness they’re doing wrong but also can’t change their minds and come up with justifications they know are probably from their tempering but they can’t do anything about it—so stay the course and make sure the ends justify the means to ensure this suffering is worth it.

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