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sukirichi · 3 years

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— jjk masterlist

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

PORCO GALLIARD

✦ Museum Dates with Porco

𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

↳ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS.

✖︎ recreating vines

✖︎ “your hair is really soft”

✖︎ them as high school students

✖︎ jjk as iconic vine quotes

✖︎ whimsical romantic waltz

✖︎ visiting a cat themed cafe

✖︎ pulling jjk men closer by the belt

RYOUMEN SUKUNA.

— home from war [ one : end : drabble ]

⌗ curse! reader, angst, post-canon setting

— sweet lies

⌗ college au, roommates au, age gap, angst, smut

— black magic [ one : two ]

⌗ arranged marriage au, curse! sukuna, smut, fluff

ITADORI YUUJI.

— the morning after

— HC: swimsuit shopping

— 2:46 PM

GOJO SATORU.

— earned it (discontinued)

⌗ mafia au, rivals au, lovers to enemies au, violence, smut, angst

— reckless (discontinued)

⌗ accidental pregnancy au, ceo au, angst, smut, toxic settings & characters, slow burn

— the morning after

— closer

— out of reach

⌗ best friends to lovers au, size difference, smut, fluff

— just the two of us

⌗ friends to lovers, oblivious! reader, tooth rotting fluff

— the other side

⌗ smut, facetime sex, mutual masturbation

— divine

⌗ angst, smut, forbidden relationship

— falling out of love

— breathless

⌗ established relationship, slight angst, smut

— fall from grace

⌗ angst, smut, romance, royal au, fake dating au, forbidden relationship

— sweet angel

⌗ angst, smut, established relationship

— cold

— 9:24 AM

— 5:52 PM

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI.

— sweet lies

⌗ college au, roommates au, age gap, angst, smut

— feral

— unstoppable

— not shy

— work of art

⌗ tattoo artist au, friends to lovers, smut

— scarlet

⌗ reincarnation au, vampire au, angst, smut, romance

— happy little accidents

⌗ accidental pregnancy, fluff, smut

— 9:39 AM

— 3:10 PM

INUMAKI TOGE.

— delicate

⌗ suggestive

— total opposites

⌗ body swap, friends to lovers, comedy, fluff

— crush

⌗ non sorcerer au, high school au, fluff

— 1:49 PM

NANAMI KENTO.

— hands to myself

⌗ sugar baby! reader, smut

— a little push

— violet

⌗ royal au, angst, romance, forbidden relationship

— like crashing waves

⌗ smut, best friends to lovers, romance

— overtime

⌗ doctor! nanami, smut

— assassin! nanami drabble

SUGURU GETO.

— a thing or two

⌗ tutor! au, smut, hint of fluff

FUSHIGURO TOJI.

— lessons learned

⌗ domming toji, smut

— personal disaster

⌗ smut, violence, toxicity, dark content

— the standard of fushiguro power

— shhh

NAOYA ZEN’IN, THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

— earned it (discontinued)

⌗ mafia au, rivals au, lovers to enemies au, violence, smut, angst

— say yes

⌗ hate fucking, smut

— acquianted

⌗ business rivals au, enemies to lovers, smut, rough sex

— true gift

⌗ deity au, smut, dark themes

— only mine

⌗ commissioned, smut, husband! naoya

⌗ TROPHY WIFE COLLECTION. ramblings of the married life with naoya

— good girl

— defeat

⌗ THIRST AND SOFT HOURS WITH NAOYA.

💦 [1] pavlov-ing

💦 [2] imagine being punished and you have to stay still like a little beautiful figurine for him to show at reunion. And he would purposely tease you to see how much you can handle it until he can just go rough with you

💦 [3] How about soft Naoya? No, soft sex with Naoya😳 he’s confused as to why he’s feeling like this but he wants to go soft on you tonight

🌸 [4] coloring naoya’s hair

🌸 [5] Imagine Naoya coming home a little bruised and is staggering. Forgetting etiquette and manners, you run towards him and helps him then POOF, Naoya turns into a child.

🌸 [6] moments with daddy naoya and your son

🌸 [7] naoya taking care of his sick trophy wife

🌸 [8] naoya playing the piano to his wife

💦 [9] naoya spanking his wife as punishment

💦 [10] naoya breeding you when you get a foot cramp

💦 [11] naoya eating out his pregnant wife

🌸 [12] naoya saving you from a curse

🌸 [13] naoya with an infertile wife

💦 [14] cockwarming with naoya

🌸 [15] dilf! naoya promising to give more babies

💦 [16] dilf! naoya fucking you while he’s on a phone call

💦 [17] mean! dom naoya telling you to touch yourself

➜ thirsts, drabbles, headcanons:

💦 [1] naoya fooling around with a religious reader

🌸 [2] neko naoya headcanons

☔ [3] angsty breakup sex with naoya

CHOSO.

— easy

⌗ escort au, neighbours au, enemies to lovers, smut, romance

— the first kiss

NORITOSHI KAMO.

— i know

⌗ married dynamics, smut

— illusion

⌗ assassin au, forbidden relationship, smut, angst

OKKOTSU YUUTA.

— good for you

⌗ bad boy! yuuta

— kiss me more

ITADORI JIN.

— pink hearts

⌗ babysitting au, fluff, romance, slow burn, angst

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parcy-anda · 3 years

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I adore the idea of Ruv & Sarv together both platonically and romantically, and that goes double for Whitty & Carol, but I’m also a piece-of-trash multi-shipper with a strong lean towards fluff.

Heads up: no ideas are my own — the inspiration came from this. >v<; I just wanted to shake off some dust and enjoy what I thought was a sweet concept.

My silly rambles are below the cut if you’re interested, but I’m super awkward and will go hide now.

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I was a bit conflicted about posting art of these two, as from what I’ve read, drama following the mods ruined these guys+ for their respective creators but I keep up on some tags out of curiosity, and seeing the post linked above made me want to try something that condensed most of their ideas. I'm a sucker for anything soft and wholesome.

While I did visual research for the characters, dinghies and an intentional + aesthetically-appropriate design for Ruv based on a few species of cold-water [comb] jellies, I had no idea/was-too-stubborn-to-further-research how to draw [jellyfish] sirens or how to handle the lighting effects for a pic like this — and it shows.

Finally: GEEBUS, I don’t know if this is even worth sharing, but as prep, I did sketch a rough concept of siren!Ruv based on visual research. I have no idea if I’ll try to polish this concept, as while Jellies are often inherently frilly, it seems painfully out-of-place for him. @v@

Update: I wrote a silly ficlet to follow up this pic. I’ll hide it here, rather than put it on display in a fresh post. =v=; Apologies for address-repetition, rambling, and the obliviousness trope but if anyone actually likes it, sweetness.

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Whitty kept his eyes on the stars, of which there was no shortage out here. Beyond the light, passing swells, he'd heard the gentle splashing against the boat, and felt something slippery and mitten-like wrap around his shoe. His foot twitched, but he didn't pull away. He knew who it was; after, all, they'd agreed to meet here... in this general area. The open ocean provided few landmarks, but they'd settled on a few miles northeast of the dock Whitty always started from.

It was still really, really strange. He was getting better about trusting the siren, but jellyfish are jellyfish, and he was in no hurry to be stung, accidentally or otherwise. Without moving, he chanced a glimpse to the other end of the boat — Ruv was looking down at something. The sentient bomb heard a gravelly shift — oh... more "treasures".

Lately, the gelatinous merman had been in the odd habit of bringing stones and coral fragments with him, and this time, he'd brought a bucketful. Whitty stifled a hissing chuckle at what he could now tell was bright green plastic. Ruv must have taken some child's beach toy from somewhere. The only thing he didn't really get was why.

Ruv wasn't much of a talker, and was stone-faced as they came. All the bomb-man could tell was that the siren seemed to bring these things for him... and the slight glow of his bioluminescence flared every time Whitty looked at him or said so much as a word. And today, he was ALIGHT. Whitty tensed as he felt Ruv squeeze his shoe tighter... was this in his head, or did the siren look nervous?

Carefully, Ruv lifted the bucket out of the water completely, over the edge and placed it squarely on the floor of the dinghy by Whitty's outstretched leg... and stared. At Whitty. In the glowing, ember-y eyes. Inky drops of "sweat" seeped through the sphere of his head and dripped back down to the fuse... an anxious laugh tumbled between his teeth set in a forced smile.

"Thanks, man." He finally managed to say, glancing briefly at the bucket before looking back at Ruv, who hadn't moved, save for the lightest lapping against the underside of the boat, to keep his balance and place. Whitty usually didn't mind the stargazing, but then, it had never been this quiet or... intensely awkward. You're making it weird, man. Whitty thought to himself worriedly, but gave it a few seconds.

Things did not get better. Silent as before, Ruv's behaviour drastically shifted once more. The glow faded, he sank out of Whitty's view, and the grip on his shoe loosened before disappearing completely. Just slightly alarmed, Whitty planted most of his weight in the middle of the small boat, before stretching his neck to look out over the edge — the siren was still there, face half-submerged and, by the angle of the lone, now-barely luminous eye, not quite facing the boat. With just a crescent moon to light the seascape, Whitty was relieved to see anything... if the glow had wholly vanished, he would have been impossible to distinguish from the water.

"... what did I do, now?" Whitty sighed, trying not to sound too annoyed. He was certainly intrigued by the merman, he wouldn't keep coming back to visit otherwise. They could probably be really good friends if Ruv would actually communicate. But he didn't. He always kept Whitty wondering, and the bomb hated that. He hated not knowing what to expect.

When Ruv stayed silent and with his back to the dinghy, Whitty huffed quietly and turned his attention to the bucket. It was quite the assortment, this time. Some where rough, some smooth, some glossy, some blue, some... very, very round. He picked up that oddball, and his eyes widened as he realized what it was. It was a pearl, a black one, and a pretty good size.

"Okay, w-why? Why do you keep bringing me stuff like this?" He sputtered, holding up the pearl and bucket. He'd tried asking questions before, but seldom got normal or satisfactory answers. He hoped this time would be different.

He got a reaction, at least: he caught the eye angling slightly back toward him, and a flicker of light returning. He could have sworn he saw the mouth twitch, though mostly into a frown. When Ruv's hands weighed delicately on the top of the stern, Whitty sat back in an effort to keep the boat level. Taking in what body language he could, Whitty saw now, just how tired Ruv appeared to be, as if it was all he could do to keep his one eye open. With a sense of urgency, Whitty dragged himself back to reality, gesturing emphatically as he asked again: "Why? What's this for? Use your words, man."

Immediately, Ruv's eye narrowed and his slight frown deepened, prompting a small flinch from the bomb. Whitty was fully expecting to be stung, and braced himself for it, eyes closed. He nearly jumped out of his skin when instead, he heard a THUD against the dinghy's edge. Then again, and again. Opening his eyes, he saw Ruv repeatedly, quite deliberately, throwing his forehead into the side of the boat. Apparently, he was frustrated, too.

Whitty was about to tell the siren to cut it out when it suddenly stopped. Ruv's head was now set still against the stern, shoulders rising, then falling in a quiet sigh, before he rested his chin on the rim between his hands. The face Whitty took for 'tired' before now simply looked defeated. The bomb-headed young man refrained from saying anything, realizing words were only flustering the merman, but he knew Ruv could talk. They'd talked before... mostly Ruv just said he wasn't going to sting Whitty, but still, Ruv had spoken. There was no point in acting like he couldn't.

So lost was he in his thoughts, he'd hardly noticed himself nearing the boat's edge. For a moment, he thought he'd leaned in on his own, as if to listen closely for an answer, but... no. The movement had been completely subconscious. Oh, f- this isn't some legit-siren shit Ruv's pulling, right? Probably not, hopefully not. I mean, I'm definitely in control of my thoughts. He was snapped out of those thoughts by another sigh from Ruv, even though he had yet to say a word.

Silently, Ruv took the pearl and held it up between his and Whitty's faces — he should get that, right? Looking around it, Whitty's face proved puzzled still. Agitated, Ruv snatched a piece of volcanic glass he'd found from the bucket, placing it over Whitty's hand and wrapping his own over both, before expectantly looking back up to his land-dwelling friend's face. That nervous smile was back, and Whitty had to laugh off the awkwardness while he searched for the words.

"Aha...ha... this stuff looks... kind of like me?" He asked more than said, glancing a few times between the contents of the bucket and Ruv — there were a number of articles reminiscent of his clothing and skin's colors, not to mention textures. Whitty's heart spasmed violently at the way Ruv's face quite literally lit up. Reluctantly, he spun his free hand in a wheeling motion, continuing, "... which means...?" The glow flickered, but remained and Whitty thought he saw Ruv's eye twitch. The bomb grimaced before trying to intuit the meaning behind this, "Yes, please! Spell it out!" It was weird as hell, but he needed to know what it meant, and it was high time Ruv just gave him a straight answer.

Mista-BIG MISTAKE. — was the only coherent thought Whitty managed, as for a moment, all his senses could register was a splash and icy water enveloping him face-first. He'd been hauled from the boat and into the dark, frigid ocean. On instinct, he struggled, panicked against the feeling of cold seeping into him, and he gasped the second he felt air on his face. He took a second to process what was happening now:

He was breathing, his head was back above water... he was... not being strangled, even though it felt terrifyingly similar. Ruv was thoroughly wrapped around him, his face pressed into the bomb's neck and... nuzzling? It made Whitty squirm at first, it really was a bit of a disturbing sensation, but then suddenly, he stiffened and warmed all over as a blush spilled across his face and the realization dawned on him. If the siren hadn't been keeping him afloat, he'd have sunk for lack of movement. He was frozen in an entirely different sense now.

#fnf ruv #fnf whitty #fnf au #just fluff #whitruv

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rurifangirl · 3 years

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aight. here somes the ask lore thingie

tw for ppl readin: mention of mental illness, father mention

firstly, how did rui end up meetin the rest of the gang? did they all have sum sort of run in? did they just happen to meet on exident?

also is the father a villain? i remember ya mention him, and was wonderin

and do they have a specific place where they stay? like in a dormstory, a single house, do they live in a single town, or in completly different places?

do any of them suffer from mental/physical illnesses? if they do, how does it affect their life/relationships w others?

Aight, so here we go, be ready cuz shit's long.

(1st part - The Rui n the gang meeting; The Shou meeting) No Tw

Honestly, I also kinda wanted to do this for quite a long time, so I'm gonna firstly talk about how the gang (w/o really mentioning the others name's since they're gonna get introduced soon) met itself and decided to form, and then I'll individually do It in Lyva's and Shou's case, specifically Shou's since i mentioned that his meetin was somethin id have to take care of in another post, so i will rn.

First things first, w the whole gang. Now It wasn't really casually, mainly because Lyva n Rui did meet up, but It was during a special occasion still, that being a really important manifestation in one of the main regions in my oc universe. (They don't have name's yet so pls don't bash me🤡) Them being primarly the Forest, where Rui eventually lives in after all of his past shit, the near-countryside part, where Lyva was living, a pretty much city living on water, where Shou's currently living, and many more, as such the dunes with which I'll introduce Qiran (hopefully tomorrow/today),The sea itself, some High up places and as I said many, many other more. Other than this brief intro, they meet up where Lyva used to live, but mainly because of problems and out of conviniance.

Everyone had something to take back from, so they agreed to help eachother to reach that end, so it's all really planned. Now i won't really go w Lyva, cuz i explained how she met Rui the first time n how they helped her, so I don't need to ramble more on this. Now I'm gonna go w Shou's part though.

This Is more of a note i wanted y'all to know first, cuz i really like how Lyva n Rui met him the first time (cuz the second time was when the gang then all agreed to form n all that jazz.). Basically, Rui n Lyva were out, n visiting new places as such, to prepare themselves further and to try and search for more weapons, cuz they both knew that they'd eventually get in trouble, and even though they still are good, they wouldn't stand much a chance, n since Shou's Place is known for its production they decided to go. N fun fact, there's many funny shit that happends, for example Rui tries to touch a fish, but gets SLAPPED by It. They're still mad >:[. Ajkskdj anyways, some other stuff happends n they just, lose themselves. They had a map ofc but still managed to do so. But Rui was usin It so, I don't really blame em for gettin lost.

Shit happends n they find themselves pratically in front of his shrine/palace. Shou's servitors (cuz he saw everything happend from afar n gave them the okay) brought em in, but rather than makin em idk some tea n just making them recouver, Shou rather put them under some "tests" w/o tellin em, to see if they were any use.

For example he brought them some cups of tea, but before drinking them Rui noticed somethin unusual in the water, so they gave Lyva a sign to not drink It, n as Shou asked as a reason why they just replied that they weren't thirsthy, leavin Shou in a kind of defeated state. Bitch if i love this part honestly, there's so much fun to seein all of their reactions, but I'm gonna go brief rn. So other of this tests pass later n Shou eventually gets upset cuz they're all winnin n seemingly makin fun of him, lettin him in a weaket standpoint, n a fight happends. Even though it's a 2v1 situation he can still manage pretty well, so It ends in a draw. They get to talk after this and get to understand that they don't have to necesseraly be on the opposite side, though Shou Is still unsure whether to belive in that or not.

After they leave him, pratically almost alone w only a bunch of servitors helpin him. He admits defeat n won't show up until the event and yadayada. (Also it's during this weak time of his he'll meet Qiran which i already have plans w so it's all goin to be said bout their relationship in their post.)

(2nd part, the father mention.) Tw:father mention

So it's true that w Shou i did mention his father, but I'm not entirely sure bout his involvment honestly. In theory he kind of is a villain itself, even because of his devilish nature, so it's true, but im not sure whether to make him an independent villain or part of a group of them. But rather than that yes, i do want to make him some sort of villain in the end, because that's also part of Shou's agreement to be part of the group. I will make concept art for him so he'll definetly be involved. Not gonna lie, mabye that bastards also involved w Rui's cult too in a way or another but im givin in too many details holy shit I'll never get outta this fuck

(3rd part- where do they live) No Tw

They live in their own homes honestly, but It would be no surprise if they'd all decide to sleep over someone in specifical, though they have their own place. I made some concepts for Rui's intern home, which here It Is 😤 (forgive me for the bad quality but it's 2 am rn 🤡) I made this a while ago but only did Rui's, so I'll do Lyva's, Shou's n the other one's too. They live in different places, for the exception of, atm, Qiran, since I'm gonna say that they're more of a traveller n don't have a stable home.

(4th part- the mental/physical ilnesses) Tw: Self harm and Mental ilness mention

Well, this Is gonna be a ride. They all suffer from Ptsd, which Rui n Shou suffering from It the most. It still affects them all, though in different occasions, so Imma just do them in specifical. (Also because i gotta add some shit to shou that i didn't wanna add because i thought It was too much honestly)

Rui-

It affects them really much. They use crystals n gems to avoid anything going w their past or anything remotely related It, as whenever they feel awful about havin those flashbacks when they still were a child. They never want to talk about what happened, n during their moments It gets really, really bad. Both emotionally and physically, as their body sometimes cannot handle anything so it completely shuts down. They never really got any help for It as Rui's too scared to share bout their experience, both because of trauma itself that doesn't make them say anything even if they wanted to and because of the cults influence, so either way they've got to handle It by their own.

Lyva-

Other than havin to deal w mornin sickness, which Is the least for her, she has to deal w her neglectful childood and how desperate she's always been for litteraly anythin, whether it's related about love,friendship, food, toys, anything. She tried to seek for help and semi found It, but as of now she can't keep up w It and has better things to take care of. It's still really bad overall, but she's hoping for things to get better. Spoiler It really won't.

Shou-

⭕Tw for sh⭕

It's... really fucking bad. I'm gonna get outta this w saying something i didn't want to add because it's really triggerin, but im gonna do It now. So basically, I've mentioned them acting feminenly for his own mother, but i didn't say what would've happened if he displeased her. She would just stare down at him and whispering some awful shit or names. This would happen especially whenever he'd slip off that mask of his or revealed even a tiny bit of his devilish essence. Note that he's still a child here. So, best thing he could to was to "punish" himself, which basically consists of him scratching his arms too much and, i don't really want to continue this, forgive me but it's kind of triggering even for me. But...you can guess what he's doing, since he even to this day still keeps sharp nails. I'm sorry for putting this, but it's another way to show how his mother fucked him up and now suffering from this.

I'm sorry for rushin the last part but i'm not personally vibing w it.

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@a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @dopesaladlady @damnfoxx (I'm really unsure bout taggin ya in this ;-;)

If you want your tag removed, dm me cuz it's 3 am at the moment n i may have messed em up. (I'm not gonna recheck tomorrow so that's why)

#whdkkwkwkdk honestly I've written so fucjing much n for what😭😭#ruruasks #rurusocs #ruruslore #oc #ocs #my ocs stuff #rui #Lyva #shou #oc lore #i hope this shit doesn't flop cuz I've written so much n im just goinwbdjlwkdjdowodijqowodjdjoaodjdjdj #asks

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 4 years

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Level 4

How is everyone doing? Are you enjoying the seasonal shorts? I hope so :) I’m getting ready to head out of town for the Holiday’s but never fear! I’ve got everything all cued up for your viewing enjoyment!

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse

Master List here or check the tag Ikesen AFK.

Warnings: None

Happy Reading! T~

Level 4

You logged yourself in at 6:35pm. Deciding that it would be a good idea to get all your shopping done before you were supposed to meet up with everyone. You didn’t want to be the only one unprepared. Then Yuki’d really never let you hear the end of it, and you super didn’t want to deal with that. With the flick of your joystick, you headed for the market to grab the lance you’d been eyeing for a week now. Making sure to snack between conversations with the shopkeepers.

Once your business in town was finished, you headed to your meeting point, arriving with five minutes to spare. After a few moments of fiddling around with your headset, your control began to vibrate.

*Nin-nin0217 has invited you to a group chat.*

With a smile on your face, you happily accepted.

Braves6Coins → Yo! Where you at?

Nin-nin0217 → She’s sitting over there. Near that bush.

With a smile on your face you prompted your avatar to wave. Sticking your tongue out at Yuki when he flipped you the bird.

Ur a child. ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Oho, she’s got spirit. I like it. The name suits you, Wild.

God_of_War → We’re wasting time. Let’s go

RoseW@terHeals010 → Were you seriously about to leave with out me!? Jeeze, hold your horses wouldya

God_of_War → The only one here with a horse is Brave, and you and I both know he’s got no clue how to ride it.

Braves6Coins → Hey! Wth man!

God_of_War → Are you done? Can we go?

RoseW@terHeals010 → Oh my gosh. @Brave6Coins did that hurt? Do you need ice?

Braves6Coins → Shove it!

TigerOfKai681 → Now, now. Is that any way to talk to a lady?

Fine_as_art1156 → Technically no, but how can you be so sure Rose is, in fact, a lady? Depending on stat growth, it makes more sense to play as a female character if one wishes to have access to the gremory class later on.

RoseW@terHeals010 → Now that’s just uncalled for. I’m a bonafide female. Both Brave and Nin can vouch for me there.

Brave6Coins → Who said I wanted too?

Nin-nin0217 → Rose is indeed a female.

RoseW@aterHeals010 → Thank you Nin! At least someone here wants to be healed today.

God_of_War → If you don’t plan on doing your job, why did you even bother showing up?

RoseW@terHeals010 → I came specifically to piss you off.

TigerOfKai681 → Ladies, gentlemen, War...we have a guest, we’re being very rude.

You’re being hysterical, is what you’re being. xD You guys are crazy! ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Happy we could entertain you, my lady. *bows*

You rolled your eyes at the wall of text that quickly began turning into another argument. At least this wouldn’t be boring. How did they find the time to get anything done bickering like this? You wondered as you followed them out of town and into the swap map. At least you’d get to take out a few good beasties tonight.

The group of you weren’t on the map long before you got the notification to turn your headset on.

“Is everyone here?” A voice you knew to be Sasuke’s asked over the intercom.

“Yes.” A deep baritone came through your speakers. It came out a low rumble though a bit domineering, instantly commanding your attention. Who the hell was that?

“Tiger of Kai also present.” The light tone of his voice made you smile, that certainly wasn’t what you had been expecting. At least his response narrowed down your question.

“Fine Art is here.” His voice lower, yet slightly more nasally than Tiger’s, though he spoke slower with a draw on his vowels.

“Brave checking in. I’m all good to go!” Yuki’s voice played, urgent and familiar as ever.

“Rose here, reporting for duty.” The soft soprano of your friend’s voice was in stark contrast to the voices she followed.

“Wild is present.” You spoke into your microphone, choosing to speak after everyone else had gone through the roll call, oddly nervous for them to hear your voice.

“Oh, see! Wild most certainly is a girl!” Tiger exclaimed in excitement. “No, a woman. With the voice of a goddess!”

“Uh, I think that may be a bit much.” You responded, wondering if this guy was for real. Then again, Rose had warned you at lunch he was a major flirt.

“She’s a boar is what she is,” Yukimura called out over Tiger’s ramblings.

“So you know Wild as well then?” Art questioned over the ensuing argument.

“Does it matter?” The man you assumed by now was War asked, the exasperation clear in his voice. “Can we get on with this quest? Or do you all plan to just stand around and blather all day?”

“I’m just trying to get to know my teammates,” Tiger responded defensively.

“Best not to let him get to know you too well, ladies,” Sasuke responded, sending the whole group into a tizzy. It wasn’t often that anyone got to hear him use that tone of voice.

You were so busy enjoying the conversation the group had to offer you almost missed the change in music as you pushed forward through the swamp.

“Uh guys, beasties. Twelve o’clock.” You called over the mic. Taking down a low-level monster that had come careening through the forest in your direction.

The entire group sprung into action, moving around the map to better defend yourselves and the area. It didn’t take long to take care of the surprise attack, and the intercom system came back to life quickly as everyone became less concentrated on using their unit for battle.

“So, you’re not completely useless.” War commented as you hacked at another enemy.

“Uh, thanks. I think?” You responded in near confusion as a new mission header popped up across your display.

*Mission: Defend the base for 12 turns, or defeat all of the enemies. Fail: The base falls, all units defeated.*

It looked easy enough, but that didn’t mean anything. This game was quickly becoming known for its ridiculous curveballs. With its initial success and players becoming more and more adept at defeating the challenges, the creators had become increasingly creative at taking down the higher ranking players. So it was better to watch out. Especially with someone in a Master Class on the team. The last thing you wanted to do was be smacked across the swamp by some weird-ass beast that regenerated every two turns if you couldn’t defeat it fast enough. Not on your to-do list for the evening.

As each player accepted the mission, positions were distributed, and the map was enlarged in the top left corner of your TV. So you had all been separated.

“So, what’s the plan? It looks like they divided us to the far corners, with Art being the closest to the base. Are we all bee-lining to take defensive measures, or do we just want to cut down anything we come across?” You asked wondering how your new team wanted to go about this.

“A beautiful voice and brains! Where did you find this woman?” Tiger asked in a sing-song voice.

“In a dungeon. Can we please move on?” Yukimura seethed. Technically he wasn’t wrong. You and Rose did work in the basement of the hospital, it was an apt nickname for the lab.

“I say we split the jobs.” Sasuke cut in. “Tiger, you’re not going to make it very far, so I say you do what you can and obliterate anything that’s dumb enough to get near you.”

“That I can do.” The smile was evident in Tiger’s voice.

“Art, are you okay to hold down the fort? Blow things away from a distance? We’ll send Wild in as back-up. Her movement stat is exceptional, and she can cover the most ground the fastest.” Sasuke suggested, and you preened internally at the compliment.

“I would love back-up. Wild, whenever you can get here would be wonderful.” Art spoke through his mic.

“Rose, you should work your way towards the middle of the field where that forest is. You can hide in the terrane while also healing using your wide faith magic range to your advantage.”

“Roger that,” Rose responded with enthusiasm.

“Brave, since you’re on the horse do what you can to take out as many beasts as you can before they reach Rose. Once you get there and the forest is secured for her, make your way around the field.” Sasuke suggested.

“So take down as many beasts as possible for Rose. Got it.” Yuki replied, a little too smug.

“War, please feel free to do as you always do,” Sasuke spoke, quick to interject the fight that was bound to start with Yuki and Rose.

“Of course.” His voice was drawn out, and you could sense the smile. War was going to enjoy this.

“I’ll wander the map, open up any gates and chest I see before making my way towards the base. Sound like a plan?”

“A very good one.” You replied, excited for the battle to begin. The muddled confirmation of your teammates could be heard in your headset. You couldn’t make much out with everyone talking at once, but that didn’t matter to you. This was still going to be a blast.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen afk #ikesen modern au #ikesen gamer au #ikesen long fic #ikesen reader insert #my story

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feebledetective · 5 years

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15 questions, 15 mutuals.

⭑ Are you named after anyone? mmMMMM I don’t think so-- Probably not? I think my dad wanted to name me after his mom or siblings or something, I don’t remember but we somehow got whatever my current name is. If I had to take a wild guess and I doubt this is even the case it’s Dovecore at its peak and I’m sure my fam have more brain cells than me but what if I’m named after a chocolate brand in my place. Hell yeah-

⭑ When was the last time you cried? LAST NIGHT BC I’M A BABY AND PANIC ATTACKS HATE ME SO MUCH SO KAJSHDGFHDJSK

⭑ Do you have kids? If animals count as kids then ofc, a mother of 2 wild animals-- I hope to be a mother of 3 and you’ll see why later on. Okay but human kiddos? Nah, I don’t have em. Don’t know if I want them, actually, they lowkey make me feel really uneasy during their babbie stages and pregnancy is just. nO THAT’S TOO SCARY. :)

⭑ Do you use sarcasm a lot? Mmm I guess-? For the most part, though, they’re pretty harmless and I usually joke around with sarcasm. Nothing harmful~

⭑ What’s the first thing you notice about people? Hard to tell,,,, I guess like-- Their demeanor? How they talk and such. I mean-- Just by noticing their demeanor it lowkey ‘helps’ me decide what kind of a person they are, and whether or not I’m comfortable around em aksjdhfghdj

⭑ What’s your eye color? As boring as possible; brown.

⭑ Scary movie or happy ending? Why not both? I don’t really watch a lot of movies and I’m beyond selective with spooky movies now (Not counting J-horror lemme watch all.) but,,,, It would be nice to see a happy ending in some spooky movies. It’s better than some endings that don’t really make sense? And if the happy ending is fitting and not out of nowhere.

Okay, example time, I’m gonna ramble a bit about the Pet Sematary remake because I’ve been thinking about that movie again so “spoiler alert” for the main story heyo & death tw; As much as I wanted some sort of a good/happy ending I don’t think it would ‘fit’ it well with how the events played out. Your kid’s dead, you brought them back to life, and just. I wanted a good ending but after the wife comes back to see her kid “alive” again I think the chances of the fam being okay and happy is far from gone. The movie could’ve ending/gotten a good ending if they didn’t bring back their pet to life and if sad husband didn’t bring their kid to life but that defeats the whole point of the plot so. </3 Basically, if we got a happy ending for that movie, it would be completely out of place in my opinion. Also please read/watch the remake of Pet Sematary.

⭑ Any special talents? I’m the MASTER at rambling on and on about my special interests/hyperfixation(s) I don’t think anyone’s gonna understand how far I’ll go with this, and ofc making my bank account scream with my impulsivity-- Okay but aside from that, I guess I’m a decent artist. I know more about what to do than actually doing it and it makes me cri aksjdhf

⭑ Where were you born? This one hospital here, in the Middle East--

⭑ What are your hobbies? Drawing, playing gaems, writing, uh hhh,,,, Doing stuff with my OC’s ajhsbdnJS, and screaming about my interests when given the chance to do so because I will cry. I guess baking too because those are really fun!

⭑ Do you have any pets? OH YES I HAVE A CAT WHO’S MY SWEET DARLING BOY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!! AND MY DARLING SWEET COCKATOO SHE’S A WILD DEVIL I DIE FOR THEM BOTH MAN,,,, I would love to have a pet giant African millipede one day, I’m prepared for a 3rd child because I love everything about them.

⭑ What tattoos / piercings / body mods do you have? I don’t even have ear piercings because that involves a needle I think, too scary. But,,, Honestly, having a tattoo doesn’t sound all bad but it’s not something I’d get out of my way to get. Lowkey nervous to do that sometime because of religious stuff aH- If you ask me what tattoo I want I don’t. Know uhm-

As for body mods, give me some juicy body horror I look boring asdfg

⭑ How tall are you? I don’t even know/remember but here’s helpful info: I was once Makoto Naegi’s height. Wowzers jee willikers oh worm- I’m probably short though hm...

⭑ Dream job? ,,,,,I don’t eVEN KNOW RN BECAUSE IT’S SO INCONSISTENT. It’s inconsistent af because of one of my mental illnesses, changes every 10 seconds, but as of now,,, Despite how I’m majoring in art and death is a huge trigger of mine, I wanna work in a morgue asdfghfdjs

⭑ Favorite subject at school? English, Art & TOK!! I only had one year in a TOK class (because I’m not an IB student anymore thank Allah.) and that class was made for me.

I guess History’s one of em too but I haven’t had that subject in 3 years I think. Biology would also be one of the subjects I enjoy but e e eeee learning difficulties- too much information to process and it gets too complicating bUT IT’S STILL,,, V INTERESTING SO H-

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hookaroo · 5 years

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Vocivore, Ltd. (12 of ?)

A OUAT WINTER WHUMP FIC

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Tagging @ouatwinterwhump, @killian-whump, @cocohook38, and @killianjonesownsmyheart1 <3

***THE MOST WONDERFUL COVER ART BY COCOHOOK38 HERE!!!!!******

4 weeks ago...

“Got ‘im?”

Detective Jones tightened the second cuff around his prisoner’s wrists, grunting,

“Yep.”

David, who was keeping a tight hold on his own feebly struggling captive, took a labored step toward the patrol car. Broken glass and splintered wood crackled underfoot, a testament to the suspects’ recent activities. With the burlap-clad man in front of him finally subdued, Jones followed his friend to the vehicle, while a glaring woman watched with her arms folded. It was her shop front that had been in the process of being vandalized, and she appeared more inclined to blame the deputies for not responding quickly enough than to thank them for preventing further damage.

His charge now safely tucked into the back seat, Jones slammed the door and then promptly peeled back the sleeve covering teeth marks imprinted into the flesh above his mechanical hand. He scowled at the throbbing injury, which was courtesy of the very same prisoner he’d just arrested: the man hadn’t taken kindly to the attempts to restrain him.

David caught a glimpse of the black and purple punctures as he came around the hood. He hissed through his teeth. “Ouch. You all right?”

Nodding, Jones said,

“It’s a good thing this isn’t a zombie apocalypse, or I’d be a goner.”

David looked startled for an instant--he had yet to get used to pop culture references from this version of Killian Jones--and then laughed nervously. “As far as we know…”

Jones allowed the sleeve to fall back into place, having assured himself that the wound was not bleeding excessively.

“You should still get it looked at,” remarked David. “Human bites are nothing to trifle with.”

With a sigh, Jones started to head for the driver’s seat. “Yeah, I know.”

“You still good to drive?”

Before Jones could answer, David’s phone rang. He immediately tensed when he saw who it was.

“Emma? What’s up; is it… did you find something…?”

Both men climbed into the car, but Jones held off starting the engine as he strained to hear the other end of the conversation. Emma didn’t sound particularly excited or emotional, so likely no news on Hope.

“Got it. We’re headed there too; see you in a bit.” David ended the call, then reached for his seatbelt. “She caught a couple more slaves at the docks and is taking them to Whale.”

Jones fired up the engine and pulled onto the street. “More vandals?”

“She didn’t say.”

One week. It had been one full week since Hope’s abduction. The search parties were dwindling in both size and enthusiasm. No one would say such a thing aloud, but the majority had to be coming to one of two conclusions, neither of them good. And to make matters worse, the slave incursions were intensifying. People were starting to get hurt.

With Emma understandably distracted and Killian still limited in his capacity for action, Detective Jones had stepped in to offer assistance, joining a reinstated David as extra deputies for a very overworked sheriff. They frequently went on patrol or responded to calls together, and already, they made an especially effective team. Part of that was due to their common goal of making things easier for two parents experiencing something that they both had reason to empathize with. But Jones also suspected that David’s relationship with the other Killian colored how he interacted with his newer friend, and it was no great effort to form a close working bond with the prince as a result.

As critical as the need to find Hope was, Jones had to admit to a certain amount of relief in dealing with other matters, such as these slave vandals. Morale could be improved significantly by having small successes unrelated to the main problem… or, perhaps, linked in a roundabout way. The part of his mind curse-trained to connect clues and pieces of assorted puzzles automatically engaged with the world around him, searching for associations.

“That’s one thing that doesn’t quite add up, for me,” admitted Jones, breaking the silence that had fallen as the occupants in the backseat recovered from the struggle. “I can understand the thefts, if this… master is running low on supplies to feed his colony. But random destruction of property? Why would he order that? What does he have to gain, as far away as his compound is?”

“Eh, maybe it’s just a side effect of the mind control. Drives ‘em crazy, makes ‘em wanna destroy stuff.”

“Could be.” Jones yielded to an elderly pedestrian waiting to cross the street, even though his arm was killing him and he wanted nothing more than to speed home to an ice pack and some aspirin.

“What I don't get,” said David, “is why he seems to target men. Have you noticed that? Like 90% of the slaves we’ve captured have been male.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s true for the makeup of his slave population as a whole. It could be that he has better control over the males, or trusts them more for his errands. Or he prefers to have the females around him, sick as that may be.”

David sighed. “I wish we had better communication with the other realms. We could go through missing persons reports and look for patterns.”

“I believe Sir Henry is coordinating that very effort,” the detective told him. “We can at least create a profile of who’s most at risk and come up with better protection measures.”

Neither of them brought up the fact that, as far as they knew, Hope was the only 3-year-old among the missing. The only child, period.

Upon reaching the hospital, Jones pulled into a spot reserved for law enforcement vehicles, just behind Emma’s yellow bug. He and David each retrieved a slave passenger, both of whom were now mumbling the familiar plea to be allowed to return to their master.

The four of them were intercepted by an orderly before they’d even stepped through the door.

“This way,” they were directed. “Dr. Whale and the sheriff are in Room 7.”

Room 7 was occupied by two more twitchy slaves in addition to Whale, Emma, and a nurse. There were also two empty wheelchairs provided for the new arrivals, and the deputies had no trouble securing them in place to await evaluation and admission. Over the low repetition of brainwashed ramblings, the physician was conferring with his nurse, while Emma kept a sharp eye out for trouble. David moved closer to her.

“Hey.” He greeted her with a quick hug, which she returned stiffly. “Anything new? As… as far as…”

Emma shook her head. She wouldn’t look at him, but they could both see the set of her jaw and the steel in her gaze as she reached up to clutch at the shell necklace she wore. David put his arm around her in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry, Emma. But, listen, we’ll… I’m sure we’ll find something soon. Has Regina gotten back to you yet about that locator spell? If she was able to make it work even with the magical shield thing?”

Emma heaved a huge sigh, and Jones braced himself to hear a negative on that count. But her following statement was unexpected, and seemingly unrelated.

“Killian’s gone.”

Jones thought he detected fear, pain, and a little bit of resentment under her carefully casual tone.

“Gone where?” he asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. Emma rubbed at her eyes as she struggled to hold onto her composure.

“He’s convinced the monster has her. He’s going to try and get her back.”

David paled, concern prominent on his features. “By himself? What is he thinking?”

“I don’t know! That he can trade himself, maybe? That the monster will tell him where she is so he can break her out? That he’s some damn immortal hero who can single-handedly defeat the guy we’ve been trying for weeks to get at?!” With effort, she reined in her frustration and lowered the volume of her voice. “Classic, idiotic Killian BS.”

Emma glanced brazenly at Jones, daring him to protest. Instead, he inclined his head in solemn agreement. He wasn’t denying the idiocy of the action… but neither would he condemn it or pretend not to understand. Desperation was an all-too familiar burden for him.

“We should go after him,” fidgeted David. “Maybe we could catch up before--”

“No.”

Emma’s voice was so clear and commanding that even Dr. Whale stopped what he was doing to look over at her. Tears were threatening to fall now, but she never lost her air of authority. “We could send the whole town after him, and there would still be enough slaves to fight us off. A big battle means more chance that Killian or… or Hope--” here she cleared her throat as her voice cracked--“dies. So no, we won’t be going after him. Not this time. He made his choice.”

Jones and David exchanged a look. Was this truly the same woman who had risked everything to follow her husband into the Underworld for a rescue? Gently, David began,

“Emma… you’re hurting, and we get it, but maybe we should discuss this.”

“No, Dad,” she hissed back. “No one else goes on a suicide mission. I couldn’t take it.” She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes while David ran his hand up and down her back. “Until we have a solid plan… Killian stays where he is.”

Though it obviously pained him to do so, David nodded a slow acceptance of her statement. The problem was that they were no closer to coming up with a viable plan of action, while the urgency of the situation kept escalating. Sighing, David stepped back.

“What do you need right now? How can we best help you today?”

Emma watched Dr. Whale for a long moment; he had moved on to his assessment of the second slave and seemed to have things well in hand. “I’m gonna stay here and make sure there’s no trouble getting these guys secured. Maybe you could head to the station and check for new messages, any reports or new information. And I guess call Regina for an update.”

“Done.” David turned to Jones and gestured at his wounded arm. “Come on, partner. I’ll walk you down to Urgent Care and we can call the queen while you wait.”

Emma cast a critical eye in the detective’s direction; he made a face and waved off the concern. She didn’t press for details. David drew her in for one more hug, placing a kiss on top of her head.

“We’ll be in touch.”

#ouat fanfiction #wish realm killian #david nolan #emma swan #human bites #detective charming #killian is gone #oh no #Vocivore ltd

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vardasvapors · 6 years

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Do you have any Lindon headcanons, if so please throw ALL of them at me because I have zero and it's terrible. This was more Elrond-centric bc I've been trying to fill in that thousand-year gap between Elros and war but then I realised how LITTLE I can actually picture of... the biggest Elven kingdom in Middle-earth... Galadriel's off collecting fairie court campsites, and Celebrimbor's kickstarting a magic object Renaissance, and what's every other elf doing this millennium? I just don't know!

omg i’ve lazily on-and-off thought about making a wip list of vague Lindon headcanons before so this is the perfect excuse. hope you don’t mind me limiting this to just the timeframe you mentioned, or this post would be WAY too long, instead of just regularly too long:

First: observe, my Lindon tag! It’s not very long, but

This and especially this are some of my favorite headcanon visuals for Second Age Mithlond as a capital city. Starting as a giant camp for everyone who escaped from Beleriand, lots of flux, more like a RL city than most Tolkien cities: gorgeous, but very disorganized, patchwork, built up ad-hoc, happenstance and convenience slowly rising into districts. All the people stopping in it or passing through it, either east or west, leave another layer of their presence there. um….I still haven’t read invisible cities despite buying it because of bamboocounting like….months ago. Anyway it’s 90% turned to dust by LOTR.

With abruptly going from lush inland forested river-filled Ossiriand to this newly-formed bluff-edged shoreland with a huge new saltwater gulf splitting it down the middle, I headcanon it being a pretty big mess for decades. Before Galadriel took a lot of them to Eregion, I picture all the characters you mention spending a lot of time on fixing up – collecting and reuniting scattered people, building houses, establishing diplomatic ties and supply chains, etc.

eg: there is very little formality or ingrained institutions and no palaces full of comforts let alone luxuries for at LEAST a century, thanks

BUT, the fixing-up period being mostly a very happy time! Like, I think there was certainly a ton of hardship and stress with trying to keep people fed and housed in this chaotic near-post-apocalyptic situation while new villages and stuff were built, and fighting stray dark creatures who had also escaped, but still a lot of general relief and feelings of being insanely fortunate and curious exploration, finally free from being under constant overwhelming threat again even if this peace is quite a different kind from the peace before Morgoth returned, going hand-in-hand with the work, and building together as a conduit for bonding and feasting etc – and celebration and joy as deliberate defiance against the loss and grief and war they suffered. I think this real-world thing would fit it well.

Not a very big population at first, since not a lot survived at all, and most of the elves went to Eressea and most of the humans went to Numenor, and most of the Sindar who remained went east. I headcanon the early “kingdom” as more…scattered villages along the shore with a large but transient population concentration around the Havens because most of those were just looking for their friends and relatives and waiting for seats to open up on the constant flood of ships heading west, and when the passengers finally dwindle down this distribution has taken root and multiplied, but not a really powerful force until post-The Mariner’s Wife.

After the establishment period, now that it FINALLY isn’t a time of war, after centuries of it, elves start having babies all over the fucking place, and all the accoutrements that go with it. Dozens of new and half-forgotten festival days that are literally just giant bacchanalias, zillions of weddings, society shifting to be very oriented towards sex and romance and children and child-rearing, rather than warfare, etc. With this showing up a lot in their songs, and art, and lifestyle, etc.

One of the most delightful Lindon-adjacent nuggets in the Histories of Middle Earth I think is that elves of Lindon spent at least 50 years, if not more, ferrying the Edain to Numenor. I won’t repeat the tag ramble I appended to that passage here, but just… *blows kisses off fingers* it’s so absurd and fitting….I think of this as a big post-war self-image thing, the cataclysm and Morgoth’s defeat just so utterly scrambling their view of the world and their role in it. >_o

Speaking of that, not a lot of cultural continuity between the Noldor of the First Age and the Noldor of Lindon. The people of Cirdan and therefore at first for Gil-galad were the Falathrim, so I hc that especially after lots of Noldor left for Tol Eressea and Eregion the dominant culture of Lindon was a blendy Falathrim twist.

But that’s mostly just dominant as a plurality – the real “main culture” of Lindon is the hodge-podge mixture itself. Exiles who stayed because they wanted to, exiles who stayed because they are ex-Feanorians or otherwise can’t face going back or aren’t allowed. Descendants of exiles, mixed Noldor/Sindar elves who weren’t even born during the early Silm. Noldor who feel totally alienated from everything, Noldor who feel more connected to their fellow people of Sirion than to the Noldor generally. Survivors of Gondolin, survivors of Nargothrond, Sindar who didn’t want to go east, Edain who didn’t go to Numenor, Edain who are just waiting around to go to Numenor, Dwarves who had to leave the Blue Mountains due to them being broken up in the war, other peoples of all kinds, who all scrambled convergently to Lindon to flee the incoming war and water like ants. The areas of Lindon, and the districts of Mithlond, array themselves as reflections of, or deliberate eschewings of, the weird headlong rush into intertwining and splitting apart and morphing into new things that characterizes late Silm-era dynamics and groups.

In addition to pre-existing Falathrim attitudes about the sea, a major cultural/religious/etc tradition would spring up in Lindon in relation to the sea – the destructive, overwhelming, healing, saving, unfathomable, un-tameable, enticing, perilous sea that broke the earth, yet cleansed it, destroyed both enemies and homes, the place that now holds everything that Beleriand was in its depths, the place that deliverance came from. Kind of a less cynical but still very terrified version of Voronwë’s complete lack of chill about it. Sea-longing and going to sea and either never coming back or not coming back the same carves out a major place in their understanding of the world. One of the Standard Identities available to a segment of the popular in Lindon is like, “oh, he’s Waiting For A Ship,” An overlap of understanding grows between them and the Numenoreans over this. Ahem. Feel free.

eg: great Implied Significance for the new shoreline and the gulf of Lhûn as the place where Beleriand broke off and sank. References to these places as idioms to refer to being just past the furthest reach of a calamity, or a now-innocuous reminder of past calamity, or the duality of homecoming and escape

also eg: “lmao X is as unpredictable as the Lhûn amirite #microclimates”

the Numenoreans love them, but are sort of boggled by them. They have the same strange varied mixture and mood swings of cheer and gloom and Issues as the ex-Exiles and ex-Sindar of Tol Eressea, but the Numenoreans don’t entirely understand why they stuck with Middle Earth, for after a few generations have passed, the Numenoreans can only really guess, from their own lore, what having life experiences that were once concurrent with the long-distant sufferings of their Edain ancestors might be like. The Tol Eressean elves, on their island of release, are easier to understand, they’re sort of like us! But what of these weirdos back east – and that way lies the peril of like…you know. Everything wild, that Numenor is not

ETA: Later, when they realize the shadow has returned, this slow kind of infuriated disillusioned backslide…like, really? really? again? and the buildup back to war being really grim and depressing, though a minority of them always knew something like this would happen again. And rising conflict short of outright hostility with Eregion. People relearning to be soldiers again…or generals…

#vaporous answers #lindon #the silmarillion #second age #long post #sorry this isn't SUPER isolatedly-headcanony most of my headcanons would work better in fic #i didn't want to make this post any longer for off-topic rambling that probably only you are looking for atm!#but #if you are still looking specifically for elrond stuff the two main points i think are:#'Time was when a squirrel could go from tree to tree from what is now the Shire to Dunland west of Isengard.#In those lands I journeyed once and many things wild and strange I knew. But I had forgotten Bombadil'#and #remember how the numenoreans started preparing the coasts bc the elves asked them to aid middle earth. but then they became assholes #long before the war with sauron #i'm wondering if anyone has any ideas about how elrond and tar-aldarion might have gotten along lmao

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A Matching Pair of Onesies -Chapter One-

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Summary: On the first day of Christmas, my best friend gave to me, a matching pair of onesies! With his parents away on the annual Holiday Fashion tour, Adrien is left in the care of the mayor and his daughter, Chloe. Under the watchful eye of Nathlie, Adrien must behave like the little businessman his parents raised him to be. But Andre is determined to give the Agreste kid the best Christmas of his life.

Based on the sock sliding prompt tagged with the official concept art of city hall. @officialmiraculousladybug

Chloe/Adrien Childhood Friendship

Rating: G

DO NOT REPOST

Childish laughter echoed through the vast, empty corridors spanning Paris’ grand City Hall. The security guards dutifully remained -for the most part- stoic; It’s hard not to crack a smile at the two young aristocrats scuffling about the decked-out halls. The Mayor declared that City Hall would remain closed for the entire duration of Christmas, requesting that he not be interrupted with work (exempting all but the most important and delicate of affairs). Obviously, that meant he was stuck in his office all but a sparse few moments to enjoy meals and a bedtime story with his daughter.

As company for his lonely child, and as a favor to the prestigious Agreste family, Mayor Bourgeois had allowed their 6 year old son, Adrien, to stay in the hall for the two-week, Winter Fashion Tour that kept both Agreste parents from spending the holiday season with their son. He wasn’t sure who to pity more, the Agreste’s for the vast amounts of time they missed in their child’s life, or Adrien, for his stunted childhood. The closest thing Adrien had to caring parents were his father’s assistant, Nathalie, and the 24-hour bodyguard plastered to his side all hours of the day. This concerned Andre, as he wanted to ensure this child had a marvelous vacation in City Hall. Naturally, he convinced the bodyguard to take a week off (paid, of course), and negotiated a few more hours of free time into Adrien’s rigorous learning and training schedule.

When the bodyguard dropped Adrien and Nathalie off, Andre had attempted to strike up a conversation with the boy. Adrien was well acquainted with how the ‘Agreste Holiday Season (tm)’ worked, and wasn’t keen to socialize. The young boy’s cool composure unnerved the new Mayor. His spring green eyes reflected cold and icy judgement, his hair molded to perfection, a casual, but likely custom made, suit showing off his too-small figure. The light khakis, sweater vest, and bow tie mimicked a younger version of his father, a frosty glare and intense frown only adding to the illusion, he matched the senior Agreste to the “T”.

When Andre introduced Chloe, Adrien behaved like the pristine, preened gentleman his parents groomed him to be. He remembered the deadpan, disapproving look on the kid’s face when Chloe bumbled down the stairs to greet him donning a sparkly, pink, fairy princess dress.

Adrien thrust out a small, stiff hand professionally. “Good evening,” he asserted himself cooly, expecting Chloe to shake. “-it is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Adrien Agreste.”

Recoiling from the young businessman, she refused stubbornly, surprised and unsure about how to handle scripted formalities. “Uh, hi-“ she pulled her hands behind her back. With a small wave, she retreated behind her father’s legs, shying away from the broken child before her “-my name’s Chloe.”

Andre chuckled, “there’s no need to hide, darling! Adrien will be staying with us for Christmas! Why don’t you show him your room?” He carefully guided her out from behind him, motioning to the staircase. Her shy attitude completely whisked away as she gripped Adrien’s arm and dragged him up the carpeted stairs, chattering about all her wishes for Papa Noel.

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“-And this is Mr. Cuddly!” She held the poor bear up by the arms, its head drooping miserably against a worn chest.

Adrien sneered but remained silent. If he had nothing good to say, he should say nothing at all, at least, that’s what Nathalie said.

Chloe continued to ramble unforgivingly, ignoring Adrien’s uncomfortable reactions. “He’s so nice, and we have tea parties! But tea is gross so we drink hot cocoa instead.” She leaned in close to Adrien’s ear, he sat rigid, focusing on a rather pressing matter: his bladder.

“Don’t tell daddy though, he still thinks it’s tea.” She giggled, laughter fading as she noticed Adrien’s less-than-subtle discomfort. “What’s wrong?” she poked him gently, gasping with wide disbelieving eyes. “You like tea, don’t you! I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed-” Adrien held up a hand sharply, bringing Chloe’s rambling to a shallow stutter. He moved!

He attempted to maintain professionalism in his request, but ultimately failed, squeaking out “I’m sorry to cut you off, I’ve been looking for an opportunity but I couldn’t find one, may I use your restroom?” His perfect composure crumbled with the crushing pressure against his tiny bladder. His parents trained him for many things, but they never could keep him from going to the bathroom every few hours. He still couldn’t make it through the night sometimes (not that he’d tell Chloe, but he had several weeks worth of pull-ups tucked away in his suitcases). He glanced at the door urgently, begging her to respond.

Chloe sat in shocked stupor, “Y-yeah it’s just down the hallway, the big blue door.”

Racing out of the pint-sized pink palace, he shouted “Thanks!” She shook her head slightly, unsure of what exactly she just witnessed. Maybe Adrien could be a kid once in awhile.

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Adrien looked desperately around the breakfast table. With a sigh he swirled the offensively pink straw his water glass. “Is there a problem Monsieur Agreste?” Jean Luc, the butler, questioned softly, resting a warm hand on Adrien’s shoulder. “What would you have for breakfast?”

Adrien peered sullenly across the room. Nathalie returned his gaze crisply. It seemed his strict dieting regimen would be retained through the holiday after all. “Do you have wheatgrass by chance? I would enjoy a smoothie, I think.” Nathalie affirmed his silent request with a nearly indistinguishable nod. He let out a long breath, avoiding eye contact with the scrumptious pastries that he longed to try.

A murky green concoction appeared almost instantaneously to his plate, they must have a fruit ninja or something, he thought, sliding closer to the crystal glass. He shrugged, defeated, and opted to finish the drink he ordered, taking a long sip from another blindingly pink straw. Chloe certainly had a hand in the shopping lists around here. Pink of that shade should never be paired with elegant silver dishware.

Chloe looked up at the half-filled glass of green glop, shrieking in disgust. Adrien choked, alarmed by her outburst. “What is that?!” She cried, horrified shock morphing her face to an expression of sheer revolt.

He gestured to the glass, clearing his throat, attempting to regain some composure. “A smoothie?”

Her face contorted, separating herself from the supposed ‘smoothie’. “That, thing, is not a smoothie, it’s a glass full of boogers.” She waved Jean Luc over to help wipe the smoothie splatter from Adrien’s profile.

His cheeks warmed with embarrassment, if his actions this morning were made public his family would be scrutinized. “It’s not that bad…” his voice faded faintly, a reaction unbecoming of his proud lineage.

Chloe shook her head, disappointed with Adrien’s poor taste in breakfast foods. She grabbed a pastry from the table and leaned across, shoving the sugary treat into his mouth. He struggled away, he’s not allowed, he couldn’t breathe-

Nathalie leapt to action, pulling Chloe from Adrien. Frazzled, she tried her best to stop Chloe in time, but it was too late. He’d already taken a bite of the fresh-baked chocolate croissant. His mouth filled with a heavenly combination of sugar, chocolate, bread- Oh, wow, so that’s what pastries taste like. They’re wonderful, he thought, why had he been starved of this invention? His eyes rolled back into his head in a state of unapologetic bliss. Nathalie turned murderously to Chloe, gripping her by the collar of her silk pajamas. “Look what you’ve done, you brat-” She spat venomously, “Adrien must maintain a strict dieting regimen in order to become one of Paris’ top models. Do you understand me? We need him in peak-”

The mayor stepped through the doorway, aroused by the ruckus breakfast caused. His confused daze faded immediately upon seeing his daughter in the iron-clad grasp of Agreste’s nanny. His temper boiled over, giving out commands before fully processing the situation. “Nathalie, you are hereby dismissed by order of the mayor. Unhand my daughter this instant.”

She glared at him defiantly, “I am Adrien’s legal guardian, you can’t dismiss me without kicking him out as well.” A smug smile worked its way onto her lips, she’s played enough chess with the Agrestes to know when she reached checkmate.

He marched towards her, a scowl engraved deep into his face. He trudged over, towering well above Nathalie. “I said, unhand- my- daughter!” He pulled Chloe from her grasp, punctuating each word by beckoning the guards to his side.

He stood straighter, distinguished, adjusting his tie aggressively. “Please show Miss Sancour to the door. She has outstayed her welcome.” Checking that she was successfully removed from earshot, he softened. “Jean Luc, Adrien will be staying as our guest for the remainder of the holidays, please make up a room for him.” As Jean Luc scuttled away, he turned to Adrien and Chloe, both wide-eyed and mute, shell-shocked. His lowered his voice apologetically, “Adrien, please feel free to eat whatever it is you’d like while you are here, it’s Christmas, eat all the pastries your heart desires.” He gestured to the Chef’s window.

Adrien timidly side-eyed the mutilated croissant Chloe had forced upon him. “If it’s alright sir, I’d like to finish whatever that is-” pointing to the rather deflated pastry.

Andre chuckled, a deep hearty joy Adrien rarely heard from his own father, and ruffled the boy’s curly head of hair. “Of course, eat to your heart’s content! When you two are done with breakfast there’s an early Christmas gift for you in the living room.”

Chloe squealed, “An early present? Hurry Adrien, I want to see what it is!” She tugged urgently on his sleeve. And for the first time, Andre saw a true, wide, childish smile on his face. He’d lost a tooth! The mayor never would’ve realized it without seeing Adrien’s full-toothless-grin.

“Take the croissant with you Adrien, it isn’t kind to leave a lady waiting.” Adrien took the croissant cautiously, deeply afraid that he’d break his new treasure, and took off after Chloe towards the family tree.

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“Just rip the paper open, Adrien!” Chloe lay sprawled across the carpet of wrapping paper and ribbon now decorating the floor. She donned a brand-new unicorn onesie, pink no doubt, a bundle of movies in her tiny arms.

He held the package gently, it was squishy. He turned the present over in his hands, looking for a good place to start unwrapping. He was still reliving the taste of the chocolate croissant from just moments earlier. This new found freedom was overwhelming.

Ah! There’s the ribbon tape, he pulled weakly on the string, trying to pop it off to no avail. Well, he supposed, if today is the day he eats pastries, then perhaps it’s the day he rips open a package as well. He sucked in a deep breath, building all the strength his body could muster, and he ripped the paper, right on the corner of the package. It was fun! He did it again, until he’d unwrapped, a godzilla onesie! Green and warm, with a tail even. It was so soft, the fabric felt like clouds under his fingers, but the fibers caught on his hands. His father would never approve of him wearing this.

Chloe shook him side to side, “Put it on! Put it on so we can match!”

He looked down at the pajamas, then up at the strange girl he was just beginning to know and he smiled. For now, he can be like everyone else. No, he can be himself! He put on the onesie, pulling the hood over his head. It had teeth! He’s put his arms up and bared his teeth, the scariest face he could make, growling “Rawwrrr!”

Chloe giggled, pulling her own hood up, unicorn horn bouncing unceremoniously on her forehead. “Halt, foul beast!” she ordered, “I’m Princess Unicorn, here to save the day!” She tackled him in a hug, tickling his sides.

Uncontrollable laughter erupted from Adrien, “No, no please! Please stop-” he pleaded through her relentless assault. He wriggled away from her grasp, avoiding further attack. “You’ll never catch me!” he taunted, stomping away dramatically.

“No! Not the civilians!” She responded heroically to his challenge, chasing him down the hall. He took a sharp corner, socks sliding on the freshly polished floor. He recovered okay, but Chloe didn’t fare so well, slipping and toppling into him. They both collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Jean Luc appeared above them, camera in hand. The flash blinded them momentarily, but they recovered quickly scrambling to get up and continue their game. Jean Luc took Chloe by the arm, “Miss, the viewing room has been fully stocked with popcorn and sweets. I do believe there were christmas movies involved with this gift?”

“A movie day? Best. Gift. Ever! Come on, Adrien, let’s go get the movies!” She took off down the hallway again, dragging a confused little Godzilla by the tail.

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“Wait, did Hermy have to go back to elf practice?” Adrien asked, sucking enthusiastically on a candy cane.

Chloe paused the credits, “No, silly, didn’t you see the ending scene? He became a dentist after he took out Bumble’s bad tooth!”

“Ohh, okay!” He was still quite puzzled, but if Chloe said it, it must be true, she seemed to really enjoy these American films. “What’s next?”

She pondered over the array of DVD’s in front of her. “How about… Elf!” She shot up quickly, knocking the chair which held up a heavy comforter.

“Chloe, you knocked down the blanket fort! And I lost my candy cane…” Adrien’s whiny voice was muffled by the blanket. “Ow! Found it…” He stabbed his palm trying to escape his fuzzy prison.

The dark weight was lifted suddenly, as Jean Luc pulled the blanket up and over the chair. “I’m sorry to intrude on your movie marathon, but it’s time for bed. You are welcome to sleep here if you would like to watch just one more film.”

Chloe moaned, “Do we have to?” Pouting comically.

Mr. Cuddly appeared from behind the butler’s back, “It is time for bed, you need a good night’s sleep for your activities tomorrow.”

Jean Luc peeked from behind the bear, “Mr. Cuddly makes an excellent point, you know. Your father has some splendid surprises for the day.”

Chloe pursed her lips, only-half convinced. “Well, okay. But only because Mr. Cuddly said so.”

“You’re already in your pajamas, but might I recommend that you brush your teeth before bed? A cavity is no way to spend Christmas.” He looked pointedly at Adrien. “Your supplies are all in your bathroom Mr. Agreste, might I show you there?”

Adrien yawned, rubbing sore-strained eyes. “Okay, I’ll be back in a couple minutes Chloe, then we can watch Elf.” He followed Jean Luc to his bathroom, brushing each tooth thoroughly, but not flossing, it’s okay to skip floss once in awhile. He put on his nightly pull-ups, how embarrassing it would be to wet himself here, and zipped up his onesie, the fabric was softer and more inviting than ever.

By the time he returned to their -rather impressive- blanket fortress, Chloe was already fast asleep. The TV was on in the background droning a dull buzz. He curled up next to her, eyes heavy, but heart lighter than it had ever been. “Goodnight, Chloe.” He whispered.

AN: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Hope you enjoyed! Feedback is appreciated :)

#Miraculous Ladybug #Adrien Agreste #chloe bourgeois #Chat noir #cat noir #Friendship #12 days of christmas #sock sliding #my work #my writing #headcanons

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A Whole New World

Lucifer daughter imagine.

Warnings: Death, Angst, Mary x Reader fluff, dean being an asshole

A/n: Part two will be out sometime this week.

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Every passing day, her voice sang through your developing body. Spreading her never ending love to you. The child- nephilim, that grew inside her belly.

“You think I wanted this to happen? He used me.” The woman you would never grow to know as your mother spoke with a harsh sense of love and distraught in her voice.

“But I love this child.” She added. Relaxing her face and placing a hand on her stomach, showing how much she wished she would be able to hold you.

Only she wouldn’t ever be able to hold you. She would never get the chance to look you in your eyes. Or hear the sound of your first cries as you take your first breath.

This woman, she was used. Threatened. Forced to carry Lucifers child unwillingly. Placed under a demon protection system. Then told she would never get to even met the child that caused her life to have a deadline on a calendar. And to everybody’s dismay and fuss, you were only a child.

An innocent child who had no idea who she was bound to be related to. No clue that God was in fact her grandfather and her uncle had tried to start the apocalypse with a hell bent father. The power you held, it was unknown to you. There was only one thing that you wanted more than anything at this time: To be born.

The day came faster and more frantic than anybody could ever imagine. Luckily, the Winchesters all landed at the spot Kelly and Castiel were awfully hiding out at. Which was for the best seeing as the angel was beyond terrified to have to help deliver not only a child, but an ungodly powerful nephilim who nobody knew a damn thing about.

“Thank you for helping me. For helping my daughter.” Kelly looked over to another mother, Mary Winchester. Who sat unsurely beside her.

“My boys and I are going to do everything we can to make sure she’s safe.” The blonde headed woman was speaking in an unconvincing tone. By safe she meant to keep the world safe. Not the baby. Not you.

“I know they want to extract her grace. Make her human.” Kelly’s eyes searched Mary’s which held a slight bit of guilt.

“If it hurts her, if it risks her life, don’t do it. She’s only a baby.” Your mother was hinting at a bit of pain as she spoke, her voice straining.

“She deserves to have a chance before she’s cast off and deemed as evil.” Kelly tried her best to convince Mary to spare you. To give you a chance.

“Aren’t you afraid of her? Of what she could do?” While Mary tried her best to understand where your own mother was coming from, she couldn’t.

“The serial killers in the world. The terrorists. Are their mothers afraid of what they could do?” She reasoned. “Every child has the same open space to be twisted into something bad and unholy. Don’t let her father damn her and give her a bad name.”

Do you know when people say that babies can hear everything as their in the womb? Well you could hear Kelly. Hear her try to save you from being an outcast or killed. You could hear her every night as she rubbed her belly and sang songs to you and told you how much you were loved and how she so badly wished she could be apart of your life. The worst part? The worst thing you ever heard? Was her tears and cries. Her pleas to God to spare her. To let you have a mother. To have a guardian of blood who only meant to do right by you. For a child it was only words. But those words seemed to seep into your kind as if you really and truly understood everything going on.

The first words you ever heard your mother say when she had brought you into this world were words of uncertainty. Of fear. The first and last words you would hear as you breathed a new breath of fresh air and opened your eyes were words of love and compassion. Words of truth.

“I love you.” They were the first words you would ever truly hear. They were Kelly’s last.

The shock of light and energy created from your birth killed Kelly instantly. Also managing to knock Mary backwards flat onto her back. She was in a daze for a good moment. Until she heard your cries and she filling your lungs.

“Mom? Mom?!” Dean ran into view with San directly behind him. Both of them stopped dead in their tracks, taking in the sight before them.

Mary was holding a swaddled new born in a pink soft blanket. Looking down at your sleeping face with a smile on her own. Slowly, her eyes looked up to her own children’s who weren’t truly kids anymore even though she wished them to be.

Sam took the necessary syringe out of his pocket and began to approach closer at a safe speed beside Dean.

“Can’t we wait? She’s not even five minutes old.” Mary found herself concerned about you. Hearing about a devil child and looking down at a sleeping angel were two different things. And she was torn.

“The sooner we do this, the better.” Judging by Sam’s face, she realized that her son felt the same way. He too wanted to wait. Even just a day.

“We can’t afford to wait.” Dean took the needle from his brother, he was so determined to get this done. So determined for it to be successful.

With just a blink of an eye he began to start the extraction. The whole room was tense. Having a crying newborn didn’t help ease that tension.

Dean was mainly afraid that you would grow too upset and somehow destroy what small family he had left. The fear he had of you and your unknown actions was the greatest fear he’d ever felt. Right behind never seeing his bestfriend again.

Your grace was being drawn out of your body, hurting you to no end as Dean did so. Up until it just stopped working. Somehow the grace flew back into your body. Showing the Winchester family how this plan wasn’t going to work.

“It didn’t work.” Mary whispered in mainly defeat rather than fear. Kelly was right, you were just a baby. You were innocent.

“We have to kill her.” Dean’s voice was cold, just as his cold eyes that looked down upon you.

“What? Dean, no. She’s just a baby.” His mother protested, stepping away from her son who meant to do you harm.

“Yeah. Lucifer’s baby, it’s best to kill her now before she gets much older and much harder to kill.” He spoke with a rough tone. He was so hurt and angry Castiel was dead, it clouded his judgement. “If we can’t fix her, she has to die.”

Sam’s face scrunched up in disbelief. Mary simply scoffed in disgust and disagreement.

“I won’t let you kill her.” She spoke as plainly as Dean did. There was no changing her mind. She had decided to stand up for you, who couldn’t even stand up for herself yet.

“Oh, don’t tell me you promised momma wackadoo that you’d protect this thing too?” Leaning back a little bit and looking like he was at a total loss, Dean began to grow angry. “I’m not-.”

“Listen to what she has to say, Dean.” Sam finally chimed in. “She’s our mother. We have to take in her opinion on this. She has a voice too.” His words managed to get his brother to stop rambling on. He was listening. Unwillingly.

“Castiel gave his life to protect this child. He swore that she would be safe. He was- is, family. Out of respect for him, I’m going to keep this little girl safe.” Mary looked down at your calm face. Taking everything she was agreeing to in. “Regardless if you help, or not.”

Once again a mother looked deep into her sons crystal green eyes. Hoping and begging to grab onto a piece of his soul just as he had done with her earlier.

“I’m with Mom on this one. We need to take a chance.” With a sigh, Sam joined in on the baby wagon.

It took a few good moments for Dean to close his eyes and let out all his anger and confusion in one swift and firm push of air. There was no telling that he didn’t agree with this. But at this rate, he didn’t have a choice. Mary and Sam were going to keep you safe. One way or another.

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