#❝ ✨⁞ mountains of rain and sun !! ( looks. )

[glowsticcc]

let me cook. picture me this.

we're about 12-14 months into hermitcraft season X and people's seasons are starting to wind down. finishing touches on megabuilds, games are being played and episodes are mostly spent with the hermits just screwing around for fun, (snails, gigacorp, cleos story for their base, etc. are all wrapping up)

however, one thing that has been prevalent throughout the entire season, so much more so than seasons' past, was the fact it seemed it was always raining. not just little in-game showers that lasted maybe 20 minutes no, i'm talking rain that would last hours, days even! and this has been very notable with multiple hermits addressing it in their videos and not being able to get around filming during the times when the sun was out, because it never lasted too long.

anyways, this doesn't matter that much, and many hermits learn to enjoy the rain! gem's trident shop ends up selling out quick as people realize riptide 3 tridents are much more efficient for elytra travel compared to rockets, and with the right shader packs many are able to make their videos more atmospheric and ✨aesthetic✨. so overall, the rain isn't a huge issue, just a minor inconvenience.

until the river starts flooding.

it's inconspicuous at first. very few hermits have builds that are right at sea-level so even fewer even notice any huge change. plus, the water only rose by one block so who cares. days pass by, then a couple weeks, no change, no worries. then it rises again. again, only by a block, but now the waves are starting to lap at the foundation of some houses, shorelines and property-lines becoming closer to being one and the same. now, while not too fussed, some hermits are starting to become slightly paranoid about the water.

the next water rise comes quickly, mere days after the last. still one block but now the hermits are taking quick notice. the race to high ground is swift, many building new bases on nearby mountains, other more dedicated hermits moving their entire bases up onto stilts to avoid their beautiful builds being drowned by the ever-expanding ocean deep. and the water keeps rising.

redstone farms are destroyed, the shopping district has become a capitalistic lost city of atlantis, grian and gem are unsurprisingly thriving in their new aquatic environment. the only safe dry areas are the nether and the end, because how would you flood the void.

we've reached the near end of the season, the sea expanding out for thousands of miles, as far as the eye can see, with the tops of mountains having become islands, sanctuaries from the deep unknown blue of the ocean. grian, gem, impulse, skizz, scar, joel and mumbo all sit on what used to be magic mountain, now just a few blocks above sea-level, looking out across the endless ocean skyline through the near eternal rainstorm.

"grian," mumbo begins. "yes?" grian sighs, tired and weather-beaten from the endless downpour.

"is the ocean big?"

[acefaun]

Can you write a angsty story with a happy ending for Lindir x half elf-half human girl? She and Lindir grew up together and Lindir has feelings for her but his responsibilities came in the way of his feelings. One day a handsome elven lord came to the reader's family to ask her hand in marriage. Lindir saw reader was happy and chose to bury his feelings but little did he knew she felt the same way. They both decided to confess to each other and they get married.

Sorry for requesting such a lengthy story 😅

Lindir~ Longing

Synopsis: Childhood friends, Lindir can’t help but fawn over you for a majority of your lives. But when it comes time for the perfect opportunity to confess his feelings for you, an unexpected marriage proposal gets in the way of your happily ever after.

🍃Masterlist🍃 Female Half-Elf, Half-Human MC!

A/n: ✨Angst!✨ ✨Angst!✨ ✨Aaaaangst!✨ Happy New Year, guys! I was told I had to post something before 2024, so how does 20 minutes before 2024 sound? I was supposed to post it earlier, but yesterday I was crying over angsty pseudo-relationship stuff and today I had a migraine and just woke up an hour ago. ANYWAY, last fic of the year! I also hesitated to breathe, because shortly after I got this request, I got an emotional lashing for touching Rings of Power without permission? And anyway, Lindir’s sensitive, don’t yell at us. 🥺 mAn, Lindir's gonna make me cry again.

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The light, melodious sound of an elven maiden’s voice danced around him, drawing his feet to a standstill. From an above balcony, he watched the scene in awe. How was it possible to have hair that reflected the light of the moon, quite nearly making it look as though your hair was made of starlight itself? 

Lindir’s heart melted at your beauty. Not a single elf in all of Middle Earth could hold a candle to you. He counted his blessings that your magnificence was created in Rivendell, a progeny of Lord Elrond himself; a beautiful elf you were, regardless of your half-human descendance. He had the pleasure of knowing you your whole life, something only the most fortunate elf could brag about. Still, some good it did him, when he never had the chance to tell you how he truly felt about you…

Maybe… just maybe… tonight could be that night. You were humming a delightful tune, standing on the edge of a platform, admiring the waterfalls that stretched up the side of the mountain; the shimmering silver water serving as a backdrop, complimenting your dress. If there were a better time to speak up, he was sure now was it, when his heart was fluttering and his urge to have you in his arms was strongest. 

With his courage secured, he made move to descend the stairs to meet you. If only fortune were on his side. An elf maiden called out, “Lindir, Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you.”

His eyes shifted to the maiden who called him. “I’ll be there in a moment,” Lindir replied, masking how flustered he felt on the inside for missing yet another opportunity—for foolishly believing he could accomplish something so far out of his reach. Still, as he was left once again to his own devices, his helplessly longing gaze returned to you for a brief moment. You had such a bad habit of wrapping him around your finger, even when you’d done nothing at all. 

Sighing, he turned on his heel. Tonight would not be the night, he lamented as he left to tend to his duties.

***

The rain was pattering lightly on the window, but yet, the sun still streamed through the clouds, making for an oddly beautiful sight. Rainbows were fairly common thanks to the waterfalls in Rivendell, but the large rainbows that stretched across the sky were another sight to behold.

Eagerly, you made your way down the hall and to the library. Peering inside, your reason for coming all this way wasn't easily found. Tilting your head, you entered, your eyes scanning the space before the quiet shuffling of paper caught your ear. Following the sound, you spotted Lindir hidden between the bookshelves, a book in his slender hands. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and for a brief moment, you debated on your choice of bothering him. 

But a soft sigh left his lips, and he left you startled as he addressed you, “Is there something you require, my lady?” He didn't even look up to see you; how could he tell it was you? “Your steps are always soft and easy to recognize,” he said, as though hearing your internal dialogue. 

“Well,” you smiled at him, brushing off his quirky way of recognizing you. “I was wondering if you wanted to go on a walk with me?”

This time his head lifted from his book, glancing at you before his gaze flickered to a window. “It's raining out.”

“Haven't you ever wanted to walk in the rain? It's nice and sunny and there's a rainbow outside,” you tried to make it sound as enticing as possible. You didn’t care if it was raining, you just wanted to spend time with him.

As much as he wanted to see you enjoying yourself in the warm rain, he sighed, returning his book to the shelf before grabbing another one to flicker through as he offhandedly answered, “Lord Elrond would not approve if you were to catch cold.” He knew your half-human side was fragile, and he wanted to protect you as best as he could. 

“We don't have to tell him,” you pouted. There’s no way he’d reject you so easily. “It'd only be for a few minutes. Please, come with me, Lindir?”

He resisted the urge to groan. Why must you say his name in that manner? You made it so difficult for him to tell you no. Regardless, he didn't have time to be entertaining you, and his heart ached. How many times this month has he had to reject you because he was busy? 

For the umpteenth time this month, he declined, “Unfortunately, I have more work from Lord Elrond that needs completing. You are aware that King Thranduil is paying a visit to Rivendell just next week, aren't you? I pray you haven't forgotten.”

“I haven't forgotten,” you swiftly defended yourself despite, indeed, having forgotten the date. The look Lindir shot your way told you of the grave importance of this meeting. This reminder gave you an idea… “Can I help with the preparations?”

“I…” Lindir faltered at your offer, before he sighed again, replying, “That isn't up to me to decide. Though I should say not, with how you'd forgotten the event despite my already having told you earlier this week.”

“Well, then,” you said quite confidently, “I'll just have to ask!”

Though, asking your father only ended up the same way it always ended… with him explaining that you had your own preparations to attend to. You still needed to get a dress for the occasion. 

You should have been familiar with not being able to help Lindir, not being able to be around him for more than five minutes, or simply not being able to see him for extended periods. You weren't sure what happened after you both got older… It wasn't like you lived in separate worlds where you never got to see one another. Since when… did he neglect your feelings for his ‘righteous duty’ and ‘responsibilities’? Not that you could blame him… he served your father, Elrond, of all people, and you knew he was a busy elf Lord. You suppose you’d just have to be patient and wait for Lindir to come to you on his own time, when he wasn’t busy, and when he wanted to see you… if he wanted to see you. 

***

Lindir felt like he had gone over this list a dozen times, making minor changes each time he set eyes on it. But this was the final look-over and there could be no mistakes. King Thranduil was not one to overlook mistakes, and Lindir would surely suffer an earful if Lord Elrond were to hear but a single complaint from the King of the Woodland Realm. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead. When had things gotten so stressful?

A heavy sigh filled the air, though, to Lindir’s surprise, it wasn’t his own. His eyes flickered around the room, but no one seemed particularly bothered enough to let out such an aggrieved sigh. Peering out of the open window, he found the source of the sigh. You were sitting on a nearby bench, a notebook in hand.

At first, he thought he might have been mistaken about the source, until another sigh left your lips. His heart ached at the thought that you could have been upset over something. But then… why couldn’t you have simply asked someone for help rather than stewing alone in silence? 

He was tempted to spare time to go out and console you himself, but again, he was interrupted from his concerns. An elf called for his attention, “Lindir, I’m not sure that this is going to be ready in time for their arrival.”

Lindir’s eyes swiftly shot to the elf at attention. “That’s not sufficient. If any hands can be spared, do so. We’ll not still be setting up when they arrive. We don’t want to look unprepared for their presence. I’ll look into it myself.” Pausing before leaving the room, he thoughtfully added, “If there is a spare moment, can someone check on Lady (Name)? I…” He didn’t want to admit to fretting over you like a worried mother. So, he excused, “I need to ensure she’s prepared for tomorrow.” This time, an aggrieved sigh did leave his lips as he left the room in a hurry.

***

Pattering of feet and clinking of dishes echoed through the halls, the air buzzing with both excitement and apprehension. Oddly, you felt neither of those things. It wasn’t in your interest to impress a friend of your father—if friend was what Thranduil was.

Sighing, you watched the flurry of excitement; elves rushed this way and that to make sure everything was perfect for King Thranduil’s arrival. You understood what all the fuss was about, of course, but everything looked good to your eyes. You didn’t understand what they were fretting over; they’d been at this all morning.

Perhaps you were disinterest in their hard work was because your eyes had been glued to one specific elf since you’d entered the courtyard. Lindir looked to be beyond himself with worry as he tried to make sure everything was set according to plan. At most, they had maybe an hour before everything needed to be finalized. Though, each time you set eyes on Lindir, it seemed like he vanished into thin air the moment something crossed your path, and you lost sight of him. 

Your attempts to even speak with him were in vain, as he eluded you each time—though you were sure it wasn’t on purpose. He, as always, had his duties to attend to. You couldn’t blame him when the success or failure of this festival rested on his shoulders. You could only pray in your heart that when the sun had finally set and the music rang through the halls that he would be able to relax and enjoy the festival of starlight. Lindir deserved to enjoy the evening along with the rest of Rivendell and those from the Woodland Realm who accompanied Thranduil. Maybe… Just maybe, then you’d be able to have a moment with him. 

Accepting the fact that you were never going to be able to catch Lindir at this rate, you resigned to joining your father and sister, waiting for the arrival of the elves of Mirkwood. 

Arwen glanced at you from the corner of her eye before vaguely asking, “Any word?”

You shot her a look that told her to hold her tongue in the presence of your father. “Not a single one, and I’d rather not have a word from you either.” 

Elrond looked back at the two of you, his gaze studious as he glanced between you. Slowly, he commented, “Your tongue is rather sharp this evening.” Of course, it was his off-handed way of asking you to open up. You wanted to glare at Arwen for making Elrond take interest in your conversation. The last thing you wanted was for him to stick his nose in your business—your business being your little crush on his seemingly unremarkable advisor. 

Luckily, Arwen was there to save you an explanation as she smoothly excused, “She must be feeling the stress of the others. It’s not often we host the King of the Woodland Realm for an occasion such as a festival of starlight.” 

“Indeed,” Elrond’s eyes stayed trained on you before he turned his head with a nod. “The King hardly leaves his halls. I feel this will be a festival worth remembering.” And you had to agree with that statement—at least, you hoped so. 

Though, as you had expected, it was only a matter of time before Lindir had to join the three of you. Welcoming Thranduil into Rivendell was upon the most important things to be done, and Elrond’s advisor had to be there for courteous purposes. 

Lindir, however, paused upon approach, his gaze lingering on you the minute you both locked eyes. His lips had opened as if to say something, but no words came out immediately. He said nothing until he caught the eyes of both your father and sister, to which he shyly complimented, “You're both beautiful, my ladies.” Of course, complimenting you and Arwen was his best move, as opposed to his continued staring. 

As he quickly joined Elrond’s side, Arwen shot you a suggestive look in regard to Lindir. Waving her off, you tried not to pay much mind to how close you and Lindir were standing to one another. There was no time for that… If anything, you only had to hope that he would spare you a moment of his time at the festival. But here and now you couldn’t carelessly be sparing glances to Lindir when you were going to be greeting a King.

It was supposed to be an official greeting from one noble to another… However, as soon as the party of elves arrived with King Thranduil, your eyes glittered at seeing another life-long friend of yours at the King’s side. He seemed to get equally excited upon seeing you as well. “(Name)!”

“Legolas!” Now, he wasn't someone you thought you were going to be seeing. Or maybe… he slipped your mind while you were busy placing your attention on the unattainable Lindir… 

But the minute Legolas had you in a tight embrace, you forgot about your unrequited love. For the moment, all you wanted to do was catch up with an old friend—even if it disrupted the sophisticated atmosphere of a King entering Rivendell.

***

Lindir would have sagged his shoulders in relief if he weren't trying to maintain a decent image—it didn't matter so much that Lord Elrond praised his good work and gave him permission to enjoy the festival. It was difficult to enjoy himself when… you weren't beside him. 

He'd been working hard this whole time with the hopes that tonight might have been the night he told you how he felt… 

His hard work paid off… only for you to spend a great deal of time hanging off of Prince Legolas’ arm. Lindir supposed he should accept fate as it was: Legolas was a noble, someone who could make you a queen one day. You deserve the best, and Lindir was far from the best. 

Taking his failure to heart and not having the spirit to hang around the festival, he took a walk through the lightly illuminated paths of Rivendell. It was a familiar path… One that you and he used to walk together often. Just down the path, he walked, seeking the lonely courtyard that sat hidden behind a beautiful range of waterfalls. 

Though, upon turning a corner, he quickly had to backtrack, concealing himself beside the shadow of a pillar. Just ahead, there was a couple that was barely noticeable in the dim lighting.

On the verge of turning around and leaving them in peace, Lindir paused, your voice catching his ears. 

It was then that he noticed the pair was none other than you and Legolas. He knew he shouldn't have been intruding on the private moment, but he couldn't bring himself to turn away, especially with what he overheard Legolas saying, “You know… I have to agree. For as long as we’ve known each other, we’re compatible. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m asking for your hand in marriage insincerely. Still, I value your opinion and your desires above all else. Would you at least consider…?”

“Legolas…” You whispered his name. Lindir could only watch silently as you wrapped your arms around Legolas’ neck and that… that’s what told Lindir this dance was over… It was time for him to let go of his loss. He could only stare for another heart-wrenching moment as the two of you embraced, sharing hushed words as if you were already a married couple.

Turning once again, Lindir made a swift retreat. This entire event made sense now. The reason Lord Elrond placed much of his time and effort into making sure it was impeccably arranged… was because it was to be the night of your engagement. Lord Elrond must have previously come to this agreement with King Thranduil, meaning that you couldn’t refuse, even if you wanted to. Though, logically, Lindir knew you wouldn’t reject Prince Legolas.

Lindir walked down the path, making his way back to the lively festival. This path that was so familiar to him suddenly turned into something that made his heart ache. Fond memories of you that swirled around in his head were like shards of glass made to pierce his heart. 

But… he only had himself to blame. If he hadn’t neglected you all this time, then perhaps… perhaps you would have looked at him. 

No. He had no chance. Legolas had always been more deserving of your affection, however sparse the woodland prince was in your life. At least the young prince could eagerly sweep you off of your feet, unlike Lindir, who only seemed capable of disappointing you as of late. 

Besides, your marriage would only strengthen the bond between Mirkwood and Rivendell, undoubtably. There were only good things that could come from this union. There were a million ways Lindir could justify how right it was for you to be with Legolas, but none of it seemed to stop the agony that assailed his heart. 

Lord Elrond was correct… This festival was, indeed, an unforgettable one…

Inhaling softly, Lindir came to a decision. This was fine—all of it. There was nothing more for him to do regarding your well-being now that you were in Legolas’ capable hands. Lindir would just begin preparing for the aftermath of the festival. At the very lease, he still had a job to complete, and he couldn’t disappoint Lord Elrond because he was heart sick, of all things.

***

Fortunately for you… Legolas happened to be very understanding of your position when you explained to him why you couldn’t agree to this arranged marriage. In a marriage, as the two of you came to coincide, there was love to be expected—and not forced love either.

Now, it wasn’t that the two of you were unable to love each other; you were sure you would get along just fine if it really came down to the two of you getting married. However, Legolas understood completely that you were simply in love with someone else. Your heart raced for another who was not Legolas, and so long as it was in his power, he was going to help you express these repressed feelings. 

Coming to such an agreement, Legolas wasted no time in helping you search for your missing love: Lindir. 

With no luck between the two of you, though you were loath to address your all-knowing sibling, you knew she would possibly be able to help. Considering she had been present at the festival all night, you were sure she was the perfect person to go to in regard to finding Lindir. 

Luckily, you made just the right call. “Then you’ve finally come to terms with your feelings…” Arwen displayed a soft smile, agreeing to help. However, she didn’t seem to need your help for this part, as she ushered, “Stay, enjoy the festival. Grab a drink with Legolas.” She gestured for you to return to your waiting friend. “I’ll return shortly with all the answers you hope to find.”

“Arwen…” You almost deflated in front of her, quite nearly put-off with how she was ushering you back to Legolas. But… you knew she was being genuine, and you couldn’t help but smile slightly in return as Arwen walked off, leaving you alone once again. “Thank you.” 

Your sister simply smiled in return to your earnest response before leaving you alone once again. 

Only, when you returned to the festival per Arwen’s previous ushering, you failed to find Legolas. It wasn’t odd that you couldn’t find him in such a crowded scene, but even the nearby elves couldn’t give you answers as to where your friend disappeared to.

In any case, you were sure Arwen would be quick in her task, and Legolas was probably still off on his noble search for Lindir. At this rate, you felt like everyone was searching for Lindir but you… And while Arwen told you to remain at the festival and enjoy yourself, that was turning out to be a rather difficult and tedious task. 

Besides, now that you were alone with your scrambled thoughts, you were feeling the pressure of reality. Arwen and Legolas were searching for Lindir for you… so you could convey your deepest feelings for him. You were sure he would refuse your feelings, simply because he already owed you that loyalty as a servant of Rivendell. Not to mention, he wasn’t the sort to conceal his true feelings very well; to put it simply, he was horrible at it.

The one time dwarves were in Rivendell, he had enough trouble hiding his disdain for them. You were sure this would be no different. He always had to tolerate you because you were Elrond’s daughter. Who was to say he wouldn’t consider it entirely unprofessional? There were a ton of excuses you could think up as to why Lindir might reject you. 

All you could do was wait for the time to come. And so you waited quietly by a fountain, brushing your fingers across the silver surface, reflecting the light of the stars above. 

***

Lindir’s heart was racing uncomfortably. He was informed by Arwen that you were in trouble and needed his help immediately. Despite not being able to answer why she couldn’t be of any help to you—why did it have to be him?—Lindir was quick to rush down the familiar walk ways to return to the festival. 

He wasn’t sure what the issue was that required his attention so direly, but he understood upon seeing you alone… so melancholic—you were like an angel of starlight in his eyes once again, your beauty unfailing.

For a brief moment, he wondered where Legolas was… only to have the thought that perhaps things had not worked out as the two of you had hoped. Now, his heart did not ache because of you… but for you. 

Quietly, he weaved his way through the festive elves, coming up beside you. You still hadn’t acknowledged him, so, he quietly addressed you, “My Lady… What brings you such sorrow on such a joyous evening?”

“Lindir…” Your eyes were quick to flicker to him, and for a moment, your sorrows were all but forgotten. Being in his presence was enough to make you forget yourself. All seemed well in your world until it came time for you to answer his question. This time… you had to be honest. Though, your words were shaky and unsure. “I- I only…” 

Lindir was unused to you being so demure and bothered. You were usually more certain of yourself and intent on bothering him at the worst of times. This wasn’t like you. 

For the second time since finding you, he wondered if he truly was the right person to be beside you, solving your still-unspoken problem. Was this not supposed to be the job of your betrothed? He let out a soft breath. “I… do not mean to pry. But does this have to do with Legolas? You’ve been with him all evening, up until now.” He tilted his head as if teasing you to try to lighten the mood. “Has my lady gotten lost in her own home?”

You couldn’t help but let out an amused huff—he had at least succeeded in making you smile somewhat. “It wasn’t that I lost Legolas,” you admitted, your cheeks burning as you dared yourself to continue your sentence, “I lost you, Lindir.”

Lindir was surprised to hear you say that. His eyes were wide before he dared to ask, “Were you searching for me, my Lady…?” He was hesitant to join you as you gestured for him to sit beside you on the fountain’s edge, but he couldn’t say no to you when you so clearly wanted this. 

“I searched everywhere… but it was like you vanished entirely. I feel like that’s been happening more as of late.” Though your cheeks revealed how flustered you were, your eyes shone with despair. Lindir wanted nothing more than to rid you of any ailments, so that he could only see that joyous glimmer in your eyes. But… was it his fault you were in this state? He didn’t have an answer until you continued, “Each time you disappear from sight, my chest feels heavy, and I get terrified that I’ll never see you again.” 

“I’m here,” he said reassuringly, though, he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to the betrothed of a prince. There were only so many ways he could comfort you and hope to remain on Legolas’ good side. Still, this was starting to sound more like a personal jab. Had he truly been so neglectful? “(Name)...” For once, he dropped the honorifics, and you felt your heart skip as his hand gently laid on top of yours. “I’m here now. Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

He was gazing at you earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know what was bothering you and if it was within his ability to fix. But he was surprised when you uncharacteristically, and very bluntly, asked, “Why are you always too busy for me?” 

The question took him off guard. There was a completely logical answer to the question, though… if he was being honest, he was too flustered to admit it outright. Hesitantly, however, he did tell you the truth, “I have kept myself busy and have done my work diligently, all with the hopes that I would have personal time to spend with you.” He averted his gaze, having more to add, but certain it was an inappropriate time to mention it. Still, your eyes implored him to speak more of his secrets, and he loathed your prying gaze. “I had hoped to have done a well enough job that I would have free time to spend with you at this festival.” 

And just like that, he admitted his failed plan of the night; he genuinely did want to spend time with you. While he expected his explanation to be one-sided, you were astonishingly quick at admitting a secret of your own, “I wanted to spend time with you too, Lindir, but you were always so busy for my father. Even before this festival,” you thought to add that last part. “I like you, Lindir, and I’m so…” You trailed off, struggling to find a word to describe your feelings—something Lindir always thought was endearing about you. “I’m so miffed with you!”

“I understand,” he replied slowly, albeit surprised. He couldn’t hide the hesitation in his tone—he was confused. More than confused, his heart was in more pain than ever. “My Lady—” Yet again, he was putting emotional distance between the two of you. “—what of Prince Legolas? The covenant is already arranged; there is no getting out of it.”

“Well,” you spoke coyly, telling Lindir that you knew more than he did. “Legolas and I were talking about that earlier. He was the one who wanted to help me find you in the first place because… well… he agrees with me that we simply weren’t ready for marriage in the first place.”

Lindir hated that you were suddenly being so straightforward with him. Well, he hated it just about as much as he loved it. He could hardly hide his pink cheeks as he made a quick excuse, “(Name), think of the thought that must have gone into this by your father and King Thranduil. It’s not often King Thranduil leaves his kingdom, which means this night was of great importance. I can think of no other reason than that this night was clearly strictly for you and Prince Legolas. This is no time for-”

“I don’t think any of their opinions matter as far as loving someone else is concerned,” you suddenly interrupted him, causing a thick silence to fill the air.

Lindir was left flustered by your bold statement, and couldn’t muster a single thought other than that… you loved him. You said it. It was the first time he heard you say it, though it was ever so slightly indirect, he knew it was directed at him. Still, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions, though he knew all fingers were pointed at one solid conclusion that he’d been ignoring. He patiently asked, “Is this what’s been bothering you today?”

“It’s been bothering me,” you pouted, making him avert his gaze in guilt. You didn’t seem like you were letting him off easy tonight as you accused, “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I apologize for that…” He paused after his reluctant apology. He knew he was in the wrong, but there was still a lot to be discussed. There were so many unspoken feelings, and so many obstacles that came as a result of these feelings if they were to be addressed appropriately. After a guilt filled moment, he finally spoke again, “Are you certain this is how you feel?”

You unwaveringly nodded, dissuading his doubts with a firm “Yes.”

“Then…” Lindir sighed, finally giving into his overwhelming feelings. “I should admit, in return, that I love you as well.” For once, he shared everything with you, knowing you deserved to know the truth behind his seemingly cruel actions. “The reason for my neglect would partially be because of my duties, but also because you deserve someone better. I… may have been… jealous… over Legolas proposing to you with his arranged marriage, but in the end, I had the thought that you would be better off with a prince.”

You nodded, seemingly understanding what he was saying. He felt relieved that you didn’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt you. “The only thing…” you started softly, “is that I don’t love Legolas like that—not when you have my heart.”

“That…” Lindir faltered, an uncharacteristic move for him. For once, he was speechless. “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

He huffed in frustration, venting, “I was supposed to admit my feelings to you first… but Legolas showed up…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Regardless, I suppose now isn’t the time for that. Now, let me tell you the truth.” Feeling brave for once, he leaned closer to you. His hand was still resting on yours on the cool stone bench surrounding the fountain. His tone was soft as he whispered, “(Name), I love you.”

He adored the way your eyes lit up at such a simple phrase. It made his heart flutter to be telling you at long last. The smile that graced your features was one he’d remember for a long time as you whispered back, “I love you too, Lindir.”

There would be a time when you would both need to address this with others… namely your father… but for the time being, all that mattered was the two of you. There were many affectionate and tender moments that needed to be made up for, after all, and you had many hours under the glistening stars to do so.

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Ocarina of Time: The Sacrimonial Elegy

Chapter 4 up now!

It is raining. The stone walls are slick from it. It washes away everything but the wreaths of fire that enshroud the parapets. The moat swells and rises to swallow a gasp and the last whisper. Poison-purple smoke pours out the doors of a grand temple and stains a child’s fingers red. White flames overtake the summer-green prairies and winter-blue forests. A bell tolls, the one-too-many clangs sinking into the earth and splitting it open. When the world cracks apart it does so with the cry of a man. "A true friendship; a feeling in the heart that grows stronger over time. The passion of friendship will soon blossom into a righteous power and through it, you will know which way to go." -Sheik, LOZ:Ocarina of Time A complete retelling of a beloved piece of Zelda history, this not the Ocarina of Time you know, but it is the Ocarina of Time you love.

Even on the brightest of days, the Lost Woods were dim and gloomy, so even though Navi assured him that later they’d be doing it a lot, it was impossible to use the sun’s position to navigate through the Lost Woods. Link relied on Navi to know the way to the edge, which was probably the only part of the woods he’d never explored. He was supposed to go to Hyrule Castle and find someone named Princess Zelda. (Link thought Princess was a kind of weird name). Even though the castle was almost straight north from the forest, they were going northwest, which would bring them to the bridge that went over the river curling around the Lost Woods, and the road that winded through the plains of central Hyrule. 

Link didn’t know there was a big river right outside the woods. And when he asked Navi what the plains would be like, she told him to think of the biggest grassy clearing in the forest he knew, then to picture that clearing as big as he could imagine it, too big to be able to see the trees around the edge, only the sky. Then, she said it would be even bigger than that. Link had a pretty good imagination, so if it was bigger than whatever he was thinking of, then it must be… really, really big. 

Based on Navi’s descriptions, it sounded like everything outside the forest would be big. The plains, the rivers, the mountains, the castle, the towns, the people. It made Link a little nervous. How much bigger? The Great Deku Tree was the biggest being he ever knew. What if Princess Zelda was that big? Then again, he was a tree. Apparently, human kids looked just like Kokiri. And Link was the third biggest Kokiri-- second, if he tried to argue that Mido’s small height advantage didn’t matter because Link was wider-- so then, how much bigger could the people outside the forest really be?

They reached the edge sooner than he thought they would, and Link could only spend a tiny moment being disappointed they didn’t run into his friend on the way out, because as soon as they breached the trees, he stopped thinking about anything.

For the first time in his life Link saw the entire sky at once. It was so huge, and so blue, and the sun was so bright. There were the things he imagined, like the green grass growing as far as he could see, but there were also things he never imagined, like the way the wind blew confidently, and rustled Link’s hair and cloak and made all the distant grass ripple like a babbling brook. And, unlike in Link’s imagination, it wasn’t just grass forever until there was nothing. There were more trees, tiny in the distance, and even beyond that were big, sloping hills, and beyond that , mountains. Link felt the sun on his face, and took a deep breath. So this was the world… now, Link was a lot more excited than nervous. It was bigger than big , and now Link was part of it. He felt like if he spread his arms wide and reached , he could fill it all up full. 

“Well?” Navi asked from his shoulder, pleased. “What do you think?”

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[shivunin]

Hullo! ✨🌺

Hope things are going great for you, beside the slow oil change!

In the meanwhile, for the fic writer ask what about..

1, 2, 23, 65, 75? :3

Honestly? Yesterday I watched a rainstorm start over the mountain near my work. It has barely rained all summer, but the sun came up and painted the mountain red and the rain was grey and soft over the top and I almost cried because I am happy to be alive and watch the rain.

So, aside from the slow oil change, things are going great c: I hope you're doing well also and that your holiday was restful 💗

(Fic-writer ask)

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multichaptered fics?

Both? There are benefits and downsides to each. One shots are quick to write and I (generally) think I do a good job of packing a lot into a smaller word count, but there is a limit to how much ground I can cover in that space. Multi-chapter fics are fun because I can say so much more and work a lot of turmoil into the story, but I have to keep my own attention on just one thing for long enough to finish (which has been harder lately).

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Lol well. Both? I have a general outline of events for longer stories and I feel out the tone and emotional beats as I go. Sometimes I get really into it and have to throw out the outline entirely (this happened in both Wander and Your Fate, actually) because I've found a better resolution. If anything doesn't work, I can always fix it in editing.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Actually, on that note: editing is not your enemy! Have fun with it. I took a writing class in college with this professor who adored the process of editing. For one assignment, we had to print out our whole project and line it up vertically somewhere- stuck to a wall or hung on a line. I clipped mine together and pulled each page off as I read it (like one of those old calendars) without touching or changing anything and it gave me a totally different perspective of the process.

Editing is not making something perfect; it's a journey in and of itself, a lovely part of writing because you finally get to see all of your own work together even if it's not quite there yet, and I love it. So, get creative with editing. Transfer it to a new format (that you can't change, preferably) and read it with fresh eyes (you can always make notes on the side if your feel compelled). Or read it aloud or hang it on a laundry line or doodle in the margins.

So in short, my writing advice is: have fun with editing! Editing is your friend!

65. Tell us what you're most looking forward to writing in your current project or a future project?

Ooh. Either Maria deciding to go out in a blaze of glory or Fenris finding out she is gone c: I'm writing it as soon as I get home!

75. What scene in [fanfic name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Hmm well, I'm going to take this generally. I think the scene in Wander when Emma and Cullen are talking in the library after he pulls her unconscious from Darktown. It was hard to decide how much she would tell him about how she's really doing and how much she'd hold back and it went through a lot of iterations before I was happy with it. I wanted it to be clear that they still love each other even though they've both changed so much, but they aren't really ready to trust each other (or themselves) again. It was a tough balance to strike, but I think I got it eventually!

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MLWTBB: This Isn’t Goodbye

Part 12 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”

rated: M warnings: drowning, discussions of sex, implied character death, attempted suicide, implied sex relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 1200+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: Hannah is confronted by a long-kept secret of hers that she refuses to bring to light. and after the Bad Batch take on a mission that goes horribly wrong, Hannah experiences one of her worst fears imaginable, bringing her to a breaking point of seemingly no return. everything that she’s faced up until this point will culminate into a life-changing moment that will affect the future for her and the group of Clones that she’s adopted as her new family.

notes: oh boy, here we are. it's finally time. sorry it's been so long y'all. I got hit with writer's block REAL bad for a while. but I'm back and ready to inundate y'all with MAJOR feels. this is going to be my version of the season one finale (episodes 14-16), so expect lots of drama and many tears. in fact, I'm going to be exploring some pretty hard and difficult themes in this one, which is why I've chosen to give it a mature rating (among other reasons, if you look at the warnings 😏). I hope y'all enjoy this journey of emotion and self-discovery that I've created 💙this story begins with a prologue that pretty much sets the tone for the entire story. if this part makes you cry, then hoho, honey you've got a big storm comin' 😜

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

Prologue

_____________________________________________________________

I am not afraid.

I take to the skies like a bird in flight. Though I am without wings, I soar. The skies are clear. The sun shines on my face. The wind guides me. 

I am free.

Beneath me, green grass grows and colorful flowers bloom. Rolling hills ascend. The beauty of nature in splendor all around me. 

I am at peace.

And... I am alone.

Suddenly beside me, I see them. Faces of those I have lost. To my left, my parents, hand in hand and smiling. To my right, my sister, bright and cheerful. They fly with me, no concern on their faces. We are together. We are happy. 

I am free. 

I am at peace.

I look at my sister. Her smile begins to fade. A familiar sadness appears on her face.

No. Not again.

I look to my parents, but they are no longer at my side. Hand in hand, they soar higher into the clouds, to heights I cannot reach. I call for them, but no voice is heard. I reach for them, but cannot move. To the stars, they are lost.

I turn back to my sister. She begins to drift. I reach for her, but still cannot move. By some unknown force, she is pulled away from me, still reaching for me in desperation. But I cannot stop. My trajectory is set. I blink, and she is gone.

I am alone again.

But I am not afraid.

The grass grows dark and withers. The flowers wilt and crumble. The hills rise further into the air. The ground becomes ashy and burnt. 

I know this place.

A gust of wind ruffles my hair. I look to one of the mountains and see a shape emerge. A starship. A familiar ship. Their ship. 

With newfound speed, I fly to them. My new family. My boys. My baby sister. My love.

I fly beside them, matching their speed. Over and past the mountains we fly. The mountains give way to colorful streets and a celebration below. 

We are together. 

We are happy.

I am free. 

I am at peace.

A shadow passes over my face. I look to the skies. The clouds grow thicker. Denser. Darker. The wind blows harder. Faster. Stronger.

Ahead of us, the storm rages. A storm that will surely end us all. 

I tell them to turn around, plead with them to not go. But my voice is lost to the wind. Onward they continue, pushing further towards the storm.

No. Not again.

I follow them into the storm. The rain hits my face, and I sputter. The wind hits my body, and I stutter. The thunder rattles my bones, and I shudder.

The ship presses on. 

I am losing them.

But I... I am not afraid. 

I...

A flash of light. A bolt of energy. A crash of thunder.

I am falling.

There is no ground beneath me. A vast ocean rolls with tenacity. 

I cannot swim. 

With all my might, I try to fly, but the wind no longer guides me forward. Down to the roaring waters below, I plunge.

I shut my eyes. I hit the waters. The sensation shocks my eyes open.

To my surprise, I do not sink. The waters below and storms above continue to rage, but still I do not sink.

Another flash of lightning. Then I see it. The Marauder. No longer in the air, but sinking into the water ahead of me. 

With all my strength, I swim for them. But I cannot swim. I cannot save them.

The waters push against me as I press on, all sensibility gone. 

Please, I cannot lose them. 

Waves crash over me. The ship continues to sink. 

My vision blurs. The ship is gone. A city on flames appears in its place.

I am consumed by the waters.

Try as I might, I cannot swim. The light is fading. I let myself fall. 

I have nothing left.

Then I see them. In the faint bit of light surrounding me, I see them. My boys. My baby sister. My love. 

They are sinking. And I cannot swim.

With all my strength, I push. I try. But I cannot move. I cannot swim.

I cannot save them.

One by one, they disappear into the dark waters below. First Wrecker. Then Tech. Then Echo. 

My boys are gone.

I see Hunter near my side. I can reach him. He’s so close. But still, I cannot swim. I reach for his hand, but it slips out of my grasp. I want to scream. Into the darkness, he is lost. 

My love is gone.

Above me, a brighter light begins to shine. I can see her. Omega. My baby sister. She reaches for another figure sinking into the water. From the light, I can see him. A trooper clad in dark armor. Somehow, I know him. 

He continues to sink, the darkness consuming him faster than the rest. Omega reaches for him, but cannot save him. Like a hand formed out of the darkness, the void consumes him and he is lost.

Omega cannot save him.

With newfound strength, Omega swims towards the darkness, towards the one who was lost. 

I want to shout; I want to stop her. 

But I cannot swim.

I begin to sink. The light begins to fade. Omega is disappearing from my sight.

I... am afraid.

I open my mouth. I scream. I call for my baby sister.

I am consumed by darkness.

I am alone.

I am afraid.

*********************

With a loud gasp, Hannah suddenly jolted awake in her bed. The covers were knotted up around her. Sweat dripped from her face, and her body shivered uncontrollably. Her breaths were short and hard. She was terrified.

After a moment of staring at the ceiling, she shot up straight into a sitting position. Her vision blurred, and she nearly fell backwards again from wooziness. Her entire body continued to shake as she panted. For a moment, it felt like she was still dreaming. 

Quickly, she looked around the room to make sure she was where she was supposed to be. The sun hadn’t come up yet, but it was close. From the dim light, she could see familiar artwork of various creatures on the walls. Crates topped with random clutter and precious collectibles lined most of the room. Aside from the messed-up bed, everything in her room was the same. 

Then she noticed some of the pillows from the bed had been knocked away. Brownie laid near her side, crammed into one of the pillows, while Tula had tumbled in-between Hannah’s legs. But she couldn’t see Grumpy Pants. Where was Grumpy Pants? 

She began to panic a bit more before finally noticing the beloved Loth Cat plush further off to the side of the bed, on the verge of falling off.

Without moving, Hannah reached for her plush toy, worried for what might happen if she went too far off the bed. Grumpy Pants came to her, resting gently against her hand. Hannah pulled her beloved toy to her chest and began to sob, tears falling onto the scowling face of the Loth Cat.

She felt so alone. And very afraid.

[next chapter]

[astrojoy]

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👁👁 HECK YES !

ur an amazing person so I want to add you to this bloggers list even though you sent it to me

👈😏👈 💖💖💖💖 thank you for being my friend!! You are really determined when you set your mind to something (like the car) and never lose hope! Plus I love that you are so generous 🥺 it's hard to find such a beautiful thing be common in this world nowadays 🫂

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@rattaemin

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I wanted to add all of you because even if some of us don't interact as much I really appreciate your content, dedication and hardwork. Not only that but I love your blogs because of your big hearts and kindness you hold. You aren't rude. You aren't selfish. You aren't drama induced. You are sweet emotional people who are gentle to others! I also added you to the this list because I personally really enjoy chill people and I get those vibes from ya 😎 @rattaemin you are like a chaotic chill tho 🤣🤣

Some simple aesthetic I get from each of your blogs

@coconuts-coco - Wine sits beside you as you look out your window into the valley. The vast mountains, river, echos of flock. As you hold a bundle of sage you hear a woman's voice just a bit of ways outside your window. You open it and the fresh smell of baked goods fill the air. "S----- I brought some muffins from the local bakery! Care to take a picnic with me?"

@medusa12346 - In a golden palace near the bath as you do your skincare and brush your hair. A very lavish/Venusian/Peaceful vibe. You seem to carry the weight of others worries on your shoulders, yet the grace of a princess. As if the princess was training to be lady-like with a book weighted on her head. Except your weight is much more

@angelxrue - Going to the theater and realizing there are other cool things to do so you go to the mall for clothes shopping. Once you get there you realize it gets late. Almost everyone has left yet the mall hasn't closed yet. You're alone walking the vast halls and going now an escalator all alone

@notanastrologer - In a college library alone, flipping through all of your many textbooks as you look out the window towards the forest nearby. Should I stay or get some fresh air? Suddenly the sky starts thundering and the power in the college goes out. You are left with a candle. What choice do I have?

@hillarysss - Walking through a forest wearing your finest clothes and sitting with some fairies to have a chat. You remind them of the many stars up above and the life of peace and love. Their own little friend who acts more like an elf than the others that roam the forest (for some reason I think of Cleopatra when I see your name tho ngl and idk why 😃)

@neptuniant - Sitting by yourself in a cozy looking room. The sun seems to cover up with clouds as the sky mourns on its foggy day. The rain is a drizzle. You have nothing to do but many plans to set. The future is yours, grasp it don't fret!

@rattaemin - Making memes and giggling towards yourself. You need another thing to pass time, why not go to the arcade? Grab some food and a drink! (I got the quick flash/vision of a black dress, idk what that means but take it as you will/symbolism or not)

@the-cosmic-gentle-giant - leaves flow with the gust of wind. It seems to be spring again. Walking through the field of flowers, your heart takes you towards a tower. Deer, Fairies and a Unicorn are at peace in the field, they have nothing to fear, no need to yield

@guxciestone - R&B music plays in the distant background. Late 80's + early 90's seem to fill the air. Your mom cooks in the kitchen of the background as you sing quietly to yourself while writing down what you're going to do tomorrow. Indie clothes in the closet and main character magic at her desk (Replay + Butterfly by Zendaya came to mind and idk why. The vibe I think 😎)

@venusfun - You walk down a perfectly clean sidewalk. A greenhouse glows in the distance and birds fly to the exquisite birdbaths. You are now in the middle of a garden of statues. Next on the list is the Garden of Eden

@virghogh - An aesthetic room sits around you. Kpop albums neatly placed in order. A star gazing area at your window with a telescope is placed. However when you look through it you don't see stars, planets, asteroids.. You see yourself- Oh it's your reflection! You forgot to open the window silly!

[writingonesdreams]

OC Associations tag game

Based on this post by @develop-your-oc

Rules: Describe your OCs As...

⏳ TIME

— dawn - Hal (the beginning, rise after a fall, the melancholy of night ending and new working day beginning)

— noon - Zephyr (clear, sunny, steady stream of light, bright and cloudless, blinding shine you can't see through)

— dusk - Leander (the light that fizzles out, the last rays that burn the brightest, the sun that gets in the eyes, the sky that bleeds in red and orange like an explosion)

— night - Skye (the owl, the silver dots spilled on the black blanket revealed under the patches of clouds so clear in the dark, the silence and the peace, the racing mind)

🤝 RELATIONSHIP

— friend - Hal (the sad and ancient and lonely one who looks for connection, lost his bonds but never betrayed them, mourning but waiting, trying and hoping)

— lover - Zephyr (the loving, the wondering, the one who feels for everyone and everything, compassion and love spread around)

— ex - Leander (the ex friend, the former friend, the one who failed, the one couldn't reach out and lost)

— enemy - Kieran (everyone is an enemy, the world will burn, I hate them, I hate them all, I kill them all in my mind, on repeat, they would see me fall but I will show them)

✨ SEASON

— spring - Skye (the crisp and clear air, new beginnings, new tries, green and new and about to bloom)

— summer - Zephyr (warm and steady, doesn't change as much anymore, regular exchange of sunny warmth and freeing rain)

— autumn - Leander (changing, moody, colourful, adventurous, still scorching hot but sometimes blistering cold)

— winter - Hal (the cold, the empty, the ice, insides in snow, for the frozen tears don't fall anymore, looking for peace in the white and grey)

🌀 DESTRUCTION

— tornado - Zephyr (windy and spiraly, as the feelings inside get out of control, but no one can know how they turn and turn)

— wildfire - Leander (when it shines it burns, true hot and hight, red and yellow it will burn your eyes, red flower that leaves nothing but ash)

— earthquake - Hal (the mountains moved and took to the sky, the forests grew and thickened, the shelter and protection, the barrier and island of loneliness)

— tsunami - Skye (the thoughts, all the thoughts, they keep running and they spill and take take take, everything in their wake)

🌄 LANDSCAPE

— mountain - Zephyr (the high peaks, reaching for the stars, always higher, you almost can't see the imperfections bent in the mist)

— forest - Hal (the living barrier, the green and deep, the safe and shadowy, lush with life)

— ocean - Skye (the feelings and the thoughts, the hidden depth, the secrets and the mystery, you won't know what you stand on until you dive in)

— desert - Leander (the sand so gold, so hot to the touch, turns to dust when you try to catch it, spills out between fingers, what will your anger leave you with, a wasteland of bitterness that could have been beautiful)

Tagging for my new weird tag game peeps that might like it: @thewalkingnerdx @kosmosian-quills @sleepyowlwrites @ren-c-leyn @catharticallysarcastic @bloodlessheirbyjacques @myhusbandsasemni @nectargrapes @hannahs-creations

[moonglittering]

Dear past me,

✨ @dynamoprotocol. meme. still accepting!    

Hey,

I hope this letter finds you feeling a little better today. I know that sometimes life can feel overwhelming and it can be difficult to have clarity when you’re scared to live and interact with everything around you, you spent so much of your childhood scared and holed up in your room. But, now you’re a teenager and I want you to know that even in the darkest of times, there is always something to hold on to, something to brighten our days and lift our spirits. Let that something be seeing beauty in the world.

Being alive is a gift, and although it can be tough sometimes, it is also full of so many wonderful things. The world is full of incredible sights, sounds, and experiences that are waiting for you to discover. From the sound of birds singing in the morning to the feel of the Beverley Hills sun on your face, there is so much to enjoy about life. Think about all those times you go to grandmama’s up in the Chiang Mai mountains to pick rose apples and ride horses around the pond.

Or, think about the time you went kite flying during that one trip to Manhattan Beach with everyone. The flowerbeds they had were pretty. All of the colors of the rainbow, from the deep reds and purples to the bright yellows and pinks. Remember that?

It rained that late afternoon, during the picnic with all of the Vietnamese food. Remember? The beach transformed, that day. It went from sunny and cloudless to dim. You walked along the shore while everyone else ran to the truck... Along the shore, feet sinking into the damp sand with each step. The sea was a dark and moody mirror. And, you felt free. Remember that? And, you took a photo with a shitty, Canon point-and-shoot so you could paint the scene later.

Think about all of those things next time you find yourself sitting on the bathroom floor. Then, get up, open the window, and look outside. Look at everything. Make sure you say hi to all the dogs down below. Touch the plum blossom tree branches that smack up against the house when it gets too windy. 

It’s not so bad, right? It’s never as bad as you think it is.

♡ The you with multiple degrees and three cats.

[veeples-archive]

oc associations

yoinking this from @narrativefoiltrope and this one i will tag for since i don't think? i've seen it around as much.

tagging: @coldshrugs @masonscig @lilas @queerbrujas @magesmiths and whoever else honestly wants to give it a go!

rules: describe your oc’s as…

⏳ TIME

— the cusp of golden hour: fiona (twc, bc, exile) the world tetters between the blue of night and the orange of morning. a new day, sweeping away the day before, promising endless possibility. anything could happen. the sun is not yet out, but it will be soon. there's the chance to do things right, to do things better.

— dusk: charlie (twc, 180files, fog) the day is winding down. time to shed the weight of the day, change into something comfortable, demask. the only remnants of the sun are the ribbons of rusty red and yellows streaking the sky. stars have started to blink in. there's comfort and a fragile sense of safety to be found in the day's end and in the oncoming night.

— late, late night, 3am: faustus (twc, bc, rss) deep, deep night. there is a vague sense of unreality. the line between the dark of the earth and the dark of sky blurs. it's easy to be free, easy to be creative, easy to be a little bit vulnerable. the hum of cars sounds uniquely dreamy under the canopy of stars.

🤝 RELATIONSHIP

— a fast and dizzy fling: fiona. always the one who is looking for new experiences, new people. she kisses like she's found love for the first time for the hundredth time, all fervor and excitement and thrill. it's fun until it's not, and then the cycle starts anew. she remembers you fondly, but might forget your name quickly.

— the unreciprocated (?) crush: charlie. you two spend time together. she has you scheduled in her calendar. she brushes your hair, if you let her, and goes shopping with you. she is terrible with saying nice things, but is good at knowing how you like your hand held. you might like her. she might like you too.

— the one to leave first: faustus. one night stand or friends with benefits, there was only ever one way this was going to end. faustus shows you a good time. he pays attention to every detail of what you like and what you love long enough so he's sure to be one of the better lays. he won't kiss you on the mouth, and he doesn't stay to the morning.

✨ SEASON

— late spring: fiona. only the last of the spring flowers remain. summer creeps in slowly, its warmth a comforting radiance. plans to travel, the eagerness for the sea and sand.

— midwinter: charlie. snow and chill are a familiar constant, but there is still something soothing about the crispness in the air and softness of winter light. long, cold nights warmed only by the heat of a fireplace.

— early autumn: faustus. the heat of the summer still clings to the days, autumn promising its relief soon (but not soon enough). greedily grabbing the fading vestiges of summer. cracking the window open to welcome the cooler night air.

🌀 DESTRUCTION

— hurricane. fiona. a fast moving, rolling storm that is quick to cut through any idyllic day. cutting winds and torrential rain, it razes and ravages and will dissipate, eventually -- but not before it leaves a wreckage in its wake.

— ice storm. charlie. lacking even the beauty of snow, its danger lingers long after it passes. the ice lurks, hidden. impossible to safely skirt the edge of something you can't make the shape of. staying away, at home, is best.

— wildfire. faustus. the fire takes all. new growth and old growth, the soil and the fauna-- the fire leaves little. it spreads, and it spreads, and it spreads. it walks a destructive path, slowly, intentionally, beckoned by the the wind that carries it.

🌄 LANDSCAPE

— orange grove: fiona. the light scattering between leaves. the smell of orange, the stickiness of their juice as your fingernail punctures the peel. the grass is soft here, and it feels safe enough to take a nap.

— mountain range. charlie. pointy, snow capped peaks, a jagged line on the horizon, they are a beauty both from a distance and up close. with enough patience, with enough dedication, you can find all the secrets the mountain holds -- and the mountain will hold yours in turn.

— mirror lake. faustus. the water reflects the sky, a perfect mirrored image. each detail, every cloud, every little twinkling star, each phase of the moon, every detail of your own face if you look within. you, the water. you, the sky. to see yourself in the other, and for the other to see themselves in you.

[emelkae]

OC Associations Tag

Thanks for the tag, @mrs-ravens-nest!

Hope you don't mind me being a little flowery occasionally. I'm using this as a warm-up :D

Rules: Describe your OCs As...

⏳ TIME

— dawn - Briar: He carries the baggage of yesterday, but his innocence and potential wipe the slate clean. Will things get brighter? Wait and see.

— noon - Claw: He's shining, active, steady. Here and now. He doesn't plan for the future, but he looks forward to it, knows it's coming.

— dusk - Ozz-rek: Things are winding down. Resting. There's a lot to think about. Maybe there are some last-minute tasks to carry out before she can finally sleep.

— night - Sharpe: There might be glimmers of light, but it's mostly darkness here. Creatures certainly lurk in those shadows. Don't stand in one spot for too long.

🤝 RELATIONSHIP

— friend - Lug: He might not be the one they go to for advice, but he'll always be there to share in the fun, or to shut out the world when they need it. He hopes they'll be patient with him when he gets carried away.

— lover - Claw: He loves and loves and loves. Not romantically, but as a friend, a father, a brother. And he will make sure they know it.

— ex - Eleni: The cast-aside one. Her spite and malice know no bounds. She'll be as petty as she wants. It's their fault for doing what they did, and they're getting what's coming to them.

— enemy - The Engineer: There's no coming back. No forgiveness. He won't show mercy unless it benefits him. He hasn't seen the point for a long time.

✨ SEASON

— spring - Briar: The first shy shoots of plant life peeking out from snow. Gentle little rains encouraging growth. The sun strengthens itself on the back of an earth still cold from the past, but it's getting warmer.

— summer - Mobo: The heat and light seem like they're going to last forever. Now is the time to be flashy and spontaneous. Tell him his thunderstorms are useful.

— autumn - Ozz-rek: The leaves are reminders of a green past and a restful future. She reaps what she's sown. She's sown a lot. She's been looking forward to this.

— winter - Circuit: Sometimes his coldness stings, sometimes it's gentle. Sometimes it's heavy, sometimes it's light and soft and glitters like stars. His wit is frigid, but he still manages to bring people closer.

🌀 DESTRUCTION

— tornado - Mobo: Dependent on pressure, which swirls inside until he breaks. His destruction is narrow-minded, brought on by the storms around him. It's quick to arrive and quick to dissipate.

— wildfire - Sharpe: Intense, hot, leaving death and barrenness in his wake... but new life grows where he walks, though he often doesn't realize it. He brings the clutter to the surface to be cleared. He doesn't mean to do this.

— earthquake - Lug: Lug will split the world in two if you get him riled up, but he needs specific conditions to push him to that point.

— tsunami - Eleni: She's gentle at first, lapping at their feet. Then she'll withdraw, only to slam into her adversaries over and over, grinding them into rubble.

🌄 LANDSCAPE

— mountain - Claw: Rarely by himself. A towering symbol of strength, seen as a challenge by many. Stubborn and immovable, it's difficult to get him to change his mind, but he'll weather any condition.

— forest - Circuit: He seems still at first. He's full of resources, though, his knowledge old and reaching. There's a coolness to him, but it's richer than it appears. He'll show more of himself to people who quietly sit with him a while.

— ocean - Mobo: Everyone appreciates the pretty things near the surface, but they've never thought to ask about how misshapen it all is underneath. Maybe they're scared to go there. Maybe he's scared to go there.

— desert - Sharpe: Prickly. Dry. Brutal. There's lots of life if you know where to look, but most don't want to look that hard. His days are sweltering, his nights bleak.

This one's a lot of work, which is why it took me a little while, but it really helps flesh some stuff out! Leaving an Open Tag for anyone who wants it, but also tagging some people under the cut:

@avrablake @tmifangirl26 @bexminx @melis-writes @nopoodles @noblexcelestemorningstar @glitterandstarshine @introversiononline @sparklyeevee @bookish-galaxy @forest-of-madness @raisapathy @lizartgurl @winterandwords @zmwrites @that-one-emo-enby @whats-amata-you @arixabala @jmhwriterblog @shydreamyechoes @thegreatobsesso @pepperdee

[solarisensun]

#7 for Hawks!! ✨ Congrats on 500 btw!

#7 “Honestly, you’re like propaganda for sin.”

Warnings: slight body worship, slight sexual implications

<Art belongs to @KADEART on twitter>

TY for your wish hehe Enjoy! Ngl i really liked (and super proud) the concept of this prompt, might use it as a fic idea next time! 

Prompt List / Prompt Masterlist

 You strained, panting for air against the weight of the collapsing roof. The metal overhead creaks and a rain of rubble showers down in response to your force.

Hawks landed in front of you, his wings tucking themselves in neatly behind his back. “Sir,” you gasped, “Are- are all the civilians safe?”

You could feel sweat trickle down the sides of your neck. Unknowingly, a pair of amber eyes tracked the droplet down to the collar of your costume where it vanished under the skin tight material. These were the times were he truly thanked whatever divine being that had gifted him a Hawk’s vision. His feathers bristled, sensing your pounding heartbeat and soft pants, it was as if he could feel your heated breaths right at the side of his ear. 

You groan at his words, knees buckling under the weight. “Sir you might want to-ngh-hurry.”

He lets out a mocking tsk of disappointment, eyebrows furrowing together. “Are you telling me how to do my job?”

Like the obedient sidekick you are, you bite your lip and duck your head down, swallowing the complaints. “No sir.”

“Good,” Hawks said. “Your strength quirk is simply soooo suited for hero work don’t you think?”

“Huh?” Was it the debris or did you hear him accurately?

He continues, ignoring your noise of surprise. “Honestly, you’re like propaganda for sin.” Amber eyes darken, pupils dilating as he drinks in your form, Hawks is practically purring now, his red feathers ruffling in excitement.

“How can anyone resist blowing up an office building when you look so dashing running around trying to save everyone?” He reached out a gloved hand to caress your trembling arms, tracing across the veins of your biceps to your face.

There’s just something so awfully sinful yet angelic about you, he can’t seem to tear his gaze away. Even as the building starts to tilt dangerously downwards. From your the twin pink patches on your flushed cheeks to the long clean lines of your torso pushing against the darned costume that (in his humble opinion) serves no other purpose than act as an eye candy to place your lithe body on display at each movement or ripple of your muscles.

Paired with your stupidly proud heroic demeanour and his lack of self control? It’s a recipe spelled for disaster.

Hawks sighed dramatically, his eyes still studying your hunched form, a sort of....raw hunger glistening in them. It was hard to tell, your limbs were beginning to give out underneath the building.

Maybe you were hallucinating.

Instead of helping, Hawks unfurls his wings, spreading them to their full glory. The red colour lit fiery crimson under the blazing sun as he takes flight to get a better view of his dutiful sidekick. To get a better view of you. 

“I mean- god, just look at that.” Hawks is still rambling but you can’t focus, black dots explode across your vision from the strain.

Your aching legs betray first, folding inwards as the building begins to cave. There is a sudden whoosh of air in your ears and you find yourself in Hawk’s arms, hovering at a safe distance when the building finally crumbles into a mountain of concrete and glass.

“Sir,” you mutter weakly, his blurry face fills your vision as your fingers twisted loosely amongst the fur lining his battered jacket. “The civilians.....?”

Even now, you were more worried about the civilians. It made his chest tighten and his arms craddle your figure more securely, closer.

“Don’t worry,” you hear his voice rumbling his chest in gentle vibrations as he presses your face against his body. You comply, too weary to fight his gentle hands, besides, you could trust him, Hawks was your mentor, a hero -- the golden icon that you looked up to. “They are all safe.”

“Ah that’s good, what were you saying back then sir?” Your eyelids were drooping. The soft beating of his wings lulling you further into darkness.

Because of that, you don’t catch the way his greedy gaze tracks every motion of your face when you sink into unconsciousness.Hawks readjusts your now limp body in his arms, smoothing away your hair from your face with a lecherous smile.

“Nothing.”

[spreadfire1]

Once upon a time...in a land not so far away, by the river, there lived a little boy. Pure at heart. ❤️ Thoughtful and happy. 🤗 He didn't need much to be content. There were so many things that brought him joy. The small and the big things alike. 🦋 Be it a tiny butterfly, sitting down on his nose, tickling him and making him burst out in laughter. ☀️ Or feeling the warm sun on his skin, lying in the soft grass, relaxing by the river. Or going outside barefooted in the rain. 💧🌳 Enjoying the sensation of raindrops on his head, finding shelter under a big tree in the forest. 😊 His happiness often got mixed with a feeling of awe, respect and curiosity. 🌊 When he thought about the vastness of the ocean, that he had only seen on maps and pictures, into which the river would eventually flow. 🏔️ Or when he saw the huge, massive mountains peaking in the distance. All while admiring the beauty of nature and knowing his place in it. ✨ Sometimes, when he couldn't sleep at night, he would gaze at the stars. 🌎 Wondering if somewhere out there, far far away, there was another little boy just like him, looking back down (or up) at him. All that gave him deep satisfaction. 😟 But not only happy thoughts were on the little boy's mind... ➡ To be continued... Read the whole story on my website.

[beyoncesdragon]

AH YOU WROTE FOR TAETAE, I SCARED MY SISTER THE WAY I SCREAMED (that’s not a joke and she made fun of me afterwards)

So where to start? Well, probably with the fact that „Can’t you see me“ by Tomorrow x Together started to play when I started to read this. And you don’t have to agree (I don’t even know if you know the song or txt) but I was just pleased that it somehow, in someway fit. Yeah. Sorry. (Youshouldmostdefinitelycheckthoutthotheyareabunchofbabies)

NOW. I feel like I don’t have to start yelling about your way with words and how you just seem to get them...to fit? But you got me feeling all tingly and excited for every word, whilst being in a chill bunkbed somewhere on top of a mountain in the Swiss alps (because that’s where I am and it’s dark and I can hear laughter of people through the wooden walls and it feels unreal bc I’m with Taehyung in my mind and in bed with my body) so yeah, pat yourself on the shoulder twice bc you did that.

Lets get to my favourite moments, and buckle up there are a few:

Your life is so easy. You don’t even know what capitalism is.

How true. What I’d give to be a freaking lizard.

Why oh why did God have to make Kim Taehyung so hot? Why oh why did God have to make you so… not?

Believe me or not but that question lives in my mind rent free (along with SOOP-Tae and Jimin and Ggukie and Yoongs and Namjoon and and and...)

“White chocolate should stay in chocolate form and not be turned into an oil. Why does massage oil even have to smell like anything?”

Yeah, I love your Jin. I really do. (I also love real life Jin but I love yours very dearly)

“I would say that I really could not care less.” Yoongi

“Oh no.” Yoongi remains blank-faced. “How terrible.”

Listen, since Yoongi is someone I look up to more than I look up to my mom (ok that’s a lie but you get the picture) I couldn’t help but squeal at this. It’s so spot on. I can only love him (and you) more.

His face lifts. It’s like the sun bursting forth from the clouds after heavy rain, and you have to resist the urge to shield your eyes, blinded by the brightness and beauty. Kim Taehyung is so unfairly gorgeous (but what else is new?).

Yeah, 100000 out of 10 for the most perfect description of Taehyung ever. When I read it, all I could thing of was this one picture;

look at this cute big boxy smile for 3s and you get more serotonin than you can grasp.

But here you are. Whipped for Kim Taehyung, forever and always.

One word: me.

You can feel the shape of his smile, and it tastes so bright, small kisses that turn open mouthed, so perfect.

No comment, it’s just perfect!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE WANTED AN EXCUSE TO TOUCH ME/HER/THE READER MORE? Heck.

I love how you described him, again. I love that you described how he has a soft lil tummy because he has, and I am always...meh when I read Tae with abs. Because he doesn’t have them and that’s perfectly fine just like the rest of him.

I feel like I could rant about this story for hours again and I will have to stop myself. (Oh btw i reread “Catch your drift” again today ((and here I am, mentioning it AGAIN I am ridiculous, really)) and sis/noona/MADAME. I love it so much, it’s insane)

Okay now, BYE. I need to get to sleep now...btw it’s inly 21:16 which is a record. I’ve never read/went to bed that early. (But knowing that I will have to walk down from that mountain I am on atm tomorrow, i figured that sleep would be✨smart✨.

I love you and your writing, take care and thank you for tagging me. Have a lovely day/ night love!

pairing: taehyung x reader / word count: 13.3k / genre: fluff, friends to lovers, smut (NSFW, 18+)

summary: you’re used to being in love with taehyung. you’ve had a lot of time to get good at it, after all—by this point you’re the world’s expert at keeping your less-than-platonic feelings hidden from him, what with the amount of practice you’ve had.

but then he signs up for a massage therapy course, because apparently you can never catch a break.

or: the one where taehyung gives you a full body massage and then some.

warnings: sexually explicit content, massage with a happy ending (literally 🤧), cursing, edible massage oil/lube, fingering (f), unprotected sex (be safe when you have sex please), multiple orgasms (f), oral sex (m), cum swallowing, pet names, body worship?, brief mention of shower sex

a/n: I swear this was meant to be pwp. this was literally meant to just be pwp with some massage shenanigans. and then I blinked and it had become a soft 13k fic which honestly… kicked my ass quite a bit. but I hope you enjoy it!! thank you as always to @hobi-gif​ for beta reading this and encouraging me and putting up with me changing this multiple times, what would I do without your support miss hope?

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Taehyung goes through a lot of different phases.

He just finds so many things interesting. Photography, art, art history, music, fashion, thrift shopping; heck, there was even the time he got weirdly into making tea and became some sort of connoisseur, going through the whole rigmarole of buying the loose leaves and weighing them out, checking the temperature of the water, brewing for a precisely measured amount of time.

You still remember the look on his face when you said it all tasted like hot leaf water to you.

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