#Arin Rivers

[scofieldart]

My Hero Academia OCs - The Rivers Twins (2/2)

[tubborucho]

Small Soulfire moments that I have playing in my mind (headcanons):

Lenay sitting by the fire pit and peeling potatoes for dinner, while watching with a soft smile how everyone is busy doing something.

Rivers teaching Niki sword fighting. They have a lot of fun and return to the base dripping wet and cold from cleaning themselves in the ocean, but happy nonetheless.

Pac making a flower garland and putting it on sleeping Arin, who is carefully sat, leaning on one of the pillars not far from the fire. Mike and Kameto were also moved to the base from the old Green one. Pac makes sure to cover them in softest blankets.

The whole SoulGayFire taking a group pic on Pol’s camera. It’s a little bit silly and a couple of people have blinked, but they still put the photo on the wall and hide the copies in the inventories, hoping to hold onto them despite whatever comes next.

Tubbo has a habit to fall asleep in the weirdest places, overworking himself for the team. So whoever finds him either makes sure to make him comfortable or carries him to the bedroom.

Bagi and Fit spend a lot of time keeping the place clean and organized. It’s a Sisyphus task, but they honestly don’t mind. For both of them it’s a way to gather themselves and calm down when needed.

Badboyhalo playing Hide and Seek in the base with the Little Buddies. He can see them peering from under the arm chairs and from behind the chests, but pretends to not for the longest time. He hugs each one of them after he finds them.

Tubbo, Bad and Tina spending hours in a small room with only a table inside, surrounded by hand-drawn maps and lists and lists of plans and calculations.

Tina paints each cup in the base separately, so everyone would have a unique one. Missa brings her different dyes to do so.

Pierre has no dreams on this island. At all. Despite the everyday chaos and anger and despair, those are the first weeks in a long while he actually gets a good night rest.

Mariana doesn’t really understand the game or where they are and what’s going on. What he does understand, though, that he misses Charlie, and that this tea that Tina made for him is very good.

ElQuackity doesn’t know how to feel. He’s always been either hated or pretending to be his twin. Or both. And he is pretending to be Quackity once again, so he shouldn’t take the affections he gets here close to heart. But Bagi looks at him with a fondness of desperately wanting to care for someone and Tubbo seems genuinely proud of his achievements during the team events. It plants a seed of uncertainty in his soul. He almost wants to believe someone can accept him as him. Almost.

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

part 2 of this post, the bottom row from the announcement! we didn't see much of most of these guys but they all showed up at least once, didn't they? here's to later

design notes in the replies

edit: the gays of soulgayfire

[lilithtama]

Solo quería dibujar a algunos miembros del QSMP, por ende es la primera vez que dibujo a BBH, Jaiden, Rivers y Philza jeje En fin, aquí lo dejo!!

[grierswarehouse]

Songs you should listen to if we’re friends. Jan ‘25.

hi there,

hers a list of songs i’ve grown an attachment to within the month. vibes are all over the place but i’m sure you’ll find enjoyment is some if not all.

At first I was unsure of how I felt about them dropping Mac's unreleased work. Mainly because I had a ton of questions such as "Was the work complete?" Who's in control of his estate? Do they need money? Was it finished before he passed? Was it in his wishes to have this released?" After listening through a few times though, I love it. Packed with premium bars per usual. I think it's dark and sad at moments but it’s also very reflective and energetic.. and that's on brand for Mac. I feel it added a bit of color to his mental state in his final days. Rest in peace, legend.

I was a HUGE fan of Luv 4 Rent (also She Already Decided - his mixtape) as they both exhibited his artist development and exploration of sound, so when I saw that Smino dropped 'Maybe In Nirvana' I was ecstatic. At first I felt it was too soon. Luv 4 Rent was still breathing I felt.. then again Luv 4 Rent is 3 years old now 😬 Oh how time flies. Personally, I'm more in favor of Luv 4 Rent but I enjoyed this piece as well and its features.

Now this is one of those songs that has movement. Very good summer drive energies. It’s also a collab that I never expected. I love EarthGang, and Pharrell, proving time and time again that his talent is boundless. I wonder how it feels to elevate everything you touch.

My intro to _By.Alexander was ‘Trumpets’ and ‘the absence’ featured on his first album ‘000 Channel Black.’ His fusion of jazz and ??? idk, I love it though! With this new album, I wasn’t sure what to expect but expectations were exceeded. GREAT production and again, something new and refreshing but also quite enjoyable. ‘BYA’ on the 2024 album ‘MEMORIES FOR SALE —-AT—-> 66 GREENE ST SOHO NY’ (quite the name btw) has that movement that I refer to often. It’s a progressive feeling of moving forward with an objective in mine as the speed is definitely felt. ‘FRIENDZONE’, ‘BLUH BLUH BLUH’, and ‘TRUMPETS - Retake’ are some of my other favs from this album but ‘FOCUS’ is hands down my favorite. Tainted by its sample & feature, Julius Rodriguez. Prisner by Julius is in my Asylum ✨ playlist which features songs with minimal words and is used as a safe space decorated by sounds the create a vacuum for uninfluenced though. Perhaps my brains association with that serene feeling is what made me fall in love with this track so much, a Jersey Mix (adjacent opposite) feel. I’m a fan!

This track reminds me of my Cosmo Pyke/Yellow Days era. Quiet, grainy, industrial room on an overcast day vibes. River Tiber is underrated. I thought they were hugely well known based on their features list but their Spotify monthly listens comes in at 700k at the time of this post.. I would’ve estimated them to be at 1.2M. If you like this, and my By.Alexander tracks, check out ‘Here and There’ and ‘Nevada’ by River Tiber as well.

Now, let’s talk about it. Domi & JD Beck. Let’s give them their flowers! Such a vibe. This entire album is a great study, clean the room, chill vibe. I was put onto them by ‘Pilot’ featuring Anderson Paak. (who i recently found out was dating Mariah Carey? Is that true? Hmm 🧐)

This California dude… I have such and affinity for this man. He loves good music and cars! If I were an artist, my lifestyle would most align with his.. or how it appears. Being a lover of cars, most of this album artworks include his latest automotive acquisition and I’m always a fan. Perhaps great marketing cos I always have to check it out. ‘Cleaning My Spot’ reminds me of independence, some of my old apartments, sunny weather, letting the car roll down the street instead of touching the gas, a freshly lit j and I’m here for it! Here are some other tracks to check out if you’ve never heard of my boy Larry J.

Brand New Machinery (ft. DUCKWRTH🤗)

A Little While

Imported Couches

Summer Reign

Watering My Plants

This is gonna be another big year for SZA. Her name is on a lot of recent projects. My gf and I went to check out ‘One of Them Days’ and thought it’s marketed as a chick flick, i thoroughly enjoyed it! It also had a pretty nice soundtrack. None of SZA’s songs were on there but… Chill Baby has such a great flow. I love that slow head bob and the way she throws her voice in a wave pattern. 🥰 My cousin is a STAN and was forcing me to listen to this album. Drive was the first one I heard in a shuffle and was the track that essentially brought me to the album. These two songs have had me in a chokehold!

I guess Goldlink will be dropping soon. After checking this out, I will say I’m quite excited for it and feel that this will bring him back since it’s so sample heavy. I know they tried to cancel him! but I like this and am hopeful it will regain him acceptance.

I ran out of links so here are my honorable mentions:

Crowded Afternoon | Contour

Be The Good People | The Mighty Tiny & The Many Few

Agave | okay coleman

Good Evening | Arin Ray

This Morning | Terrace Martin

[mangofanarts]

I don't know if someone has named all the cellmates yet but I wanted to try - feel free to correct me if I'm wrong btw! Philza - Quackity

Antoine - Roier

Baghera - Rivers

Felps - Willyrex

Cellbit - Vegetta

Missa - Wilbur

Rubius - Luzu (Arin technically)

Jaiden - Mouse

German - Lenay

Foolish - Mike

Bad - Aypierre

Slime - Elmariana

Bagi - alone

Pac - alone

Tubbo - alone

Etoiles - alone

Kameto - alone

Tina - alone

Niki - alone

Carre - alone

Fit - alone

Here's the list of cellmates without the pictures: Quackity - Philza Antoine - Roier Baghera - Rivers Felps - Willyrex Cellbit - Vegetta Missa - Wilbur Rubius - Luzu (technically Arin) Jaiden - Mouse German - Lenay Foolish - Mike Bad - Aypierre Slime - Elmariana Alone Category: - Bagi - Pac - Tubbo - Etoiles - Kameto - Tina - Niki - Carre - Fit EDIT: (They've apparently moved some people around during the event to be roommates with others - this list is not including them switching people around and is just who was paired originally in cells)

[smutoperator]

Masterlist - chronological

I've decided to make two masterlists for those who want to read my stories. This one will feature them in chronological order, with new stories added to the bottom. This one is more direct and intended for those who seek for stories regardless of groups. The difference between this one and the groups list is that a story will appear only once, under the following convention:

Title (Group Idol). Also, the idol will feature its most recent group coming first in case they are/were part of more than one group.

Here is the full list:

Get It Like Boom Boom Boom (Le Sserafim/Iz*one Chaewon)

The Breeding Clinic (Twice Jihyo, Iz*one Eunbi)

A Joyful Christmass (Red Velvet Joy)

A Special Fanmeeting (Girls' Generation Yuri)

Gym Intruder (Itzy Ryujin, I.O.I Somi)

Sensate Focus (Itzy Yeji)

Aphrodite (Artms/Loona Heejin)

Crossing The River ((G)I-DLE Miyeon, Minnie, fromis_9 Jiwon)

Spicy Illusions (Aespa Karina)

King Of Oshiri (Le Sserafim/Iz*one Sakura, Le Sserafim Kazuha, Twice Sana, Mina, Momo).

Underewater (Iz*one Eunbi)

Hard (Le Sserafim/Iz*one Chaewon, Iz*one Minju)

Luck Inside Her Backdoor (Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon)

Versace On The Floor (Aespa Ningning)

Breakfast at Jennie's (Blackpink Jennie)

Noona's Birthday Gifts (Girls' Generation Taeyeon, Aespa Karina)

Room 922 (Twice Nayeon)

Love In An Elevator (Weeekly Zoa)

Bunny Wants Carrot (Ive/Iz*one Wonyoung)

The Midas Touch (Kiss of Life Natty)

Under Her Skirt (Oh My Girl Arin)

Rookie Initiation (Ive/Iz*one Yujin, Ive Liz)

Blast From The Past (Iz*one Minju)

Wild Swingers (Twice Chaeyoung, I.O.I Somi)

Livestream (Itzy Yuna)

Super Whores ((G)I-DLE - Full Group)

Tummy Perversions (Newjeans Hanni, Nmixx Sullyoon)

Art of Escape (Aespa Winter, Billie Tsuki)

Taming The Tiger (Kep1er Chaehyun)

I Love Her Smile (Cignature Jeewon)

The Men's Show (Twice Sana)

No More Allergies (Stayc Isa)

Profession: Fucktoy ((G)I-DLE Miyeon)

Dear Priest (Ive Rei)

No Rest For The Peach (Twice Momo)

Like a Pet (AOA Seolhyun)

Gold Medal (Kep1er Xiaoting)

Morning Roses (Blackpink Rosé)

Dirty-Talking Leaders (Itzy Yeji, Aespa Karina)

Schoolgirl Fantasies (Nmixx Kyujin)

Debut Party (Twice Tzuyu, Jihyo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, CLC Elkie, (G)I-DLE Shuhua)

Call Me Jen (Le Sserafim Yunjin)

Magic Night (Kiss of Life Julie, Twice Nayeon)

Bad Girl, Good Girl (Miss A Suzy, Le Sserafim Kazuha)

The Nerd (Itzy Chaeryeong, Ryujin)

[thesmpisonfire]

Out of this team, the ones that constantly enter are Tubbo, Pierre, Pac, BBH and Pol. Tina and Rivers not as much. Missa, Lenay and Niki once each blue moon. Mariana will be out for a week in Argentina and Arin fucken disappeared

Cellbit, Foolish and Baghera are the ones that log the most. Phil enters 3 times per week. Slime enters ever now and then. Jaiden and Felps are random but maybe she'll log more for the event. Carre also may start to log more due to the event. Wilbur, German, Vegetta and Willy definitely can't be counted

Fit, Roier, Etoiles, Bagi, Forever are people that constantly log in. Antoine and Mouse log in more sporadically. Maxo and Quackity might log in more due to the lore. I'm not counting Kameto, Rubius and Mike to be constant players

So, all teams

Blue Team

Constant players: 5

Sporadic players: 5

Offline players: 2

Red Team

Constant players: 3

Sporadic players: 5

Offline players: 4

Green Team

Constant players: 5

Sporadic players: 4

Offline players: 3

[the-painted-siren]

Again

Summary: Lloyd and Arin, as featured in the constant cycle of violence that was built on Ninjago’s foundation. Notes: Happy Dragons Rising Release Day! I wrote this one for a game of Who Wrote That, where the prompt was “plot twist.” I waited to post it since it featured themes/ideas from DRS2P2. I had fun with this one. Somewhat inspired by a Hades AU I’m working on with some friends. Tags: depictions of violence, major character death (kind of. It's temporary and symbolic. Death is an illusion in Ninjago.)

Ping!

1 New Message

“Fine then. Let’s end this. Meet me in the clearing where the monastery used to be.”

Arin’s feet drum against the earth in a hard, steady rhythm. There’s a sense of comfort in the movement—memories, warmth, laughter, flashes of him sprinting up one thousand steps toward the place he once called home. It used to hold his family there, or at least the people he once thought were a cheap replacement for the one he lost in the Merge. He once held them close to his heart—he still does—but at what cost?

His thoughts burns away before he reaches the top.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Lloyd rises to his feet. Old history writes a story across his features. Once he was a mentor, once he was a master. Now he is Arin’s grief-driven opponent. He is a protector at the cost of everyone else’s lives.

“I had to. I have to beat you.”

“This is your fault. It has been your fault since I first started training you.”

Arin swallows his fear and regrets. He takes them like a bitter pill. He is only here because of the choices he made. He chased after Ras. He learned the ways of the Wolf Clan. He is the reason the monastery burned down.

He is here because he has written himself into this loop.

That’s the thing about each ninja’s story—numerous and always increasing as they may be.

They have a beginning: they are the hero, they are called to fight, they strengthen their powers until they’re unstoppable.

They have a middle: they enter the fight, they pour every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears into every punch. They stand at the edge of the world.

They have an end: they have a burst of determination. They race toward the end, they drive the final blow. They win.

Arin can only hope that—this time—his story will be the same.

He catches Lloyd’s first strike with the sturdy handle of his war hammer. He grits his teeth, pushes back against the force that rumbles and rages and roars for dominance.

Arin had forgotten how strong Lloyd really is. He had forgotten that Lloyd could take his head off if he genuinely wanted to.

Lloyd’s second strike almost does. It’s well-times, it’s thought out. He pulls his sword back and whips it back around toward Arin’s neck and only misses by the width of a hair.

Arin rolls backwards, stumbles to his feet. His awkward footwork creates enough time for Lloyd to drive home the final blow. The sword pierces through armor and cloth and bone. Arin screams, wrapping his hands around the hilt that Lloyd grips.

“I’m sorry,” Arin whispers.

It’s a repeated prayer, he’s spoken those words more than he can count. He realizes after so many interactions, so many apologies, so much fighting for what he believe is right: if Lloyd ever forgives him, it’ll be a blisteringly hot day the Neverrealm.

He closes his eyes and sinks back into a river of blood. A freezing cold chill crawls through his veins. Exhaustion settles into his body like a heavy blade finding its home on the weapon rack. The hands of time brush over his skin, healing his wounds, sewing up his cuts, and softening his bruises.

He bursts awake.

Ping!

1 New Message

“Fine then. Let’s end this. Meet me in the clearing where the monastery used to be.”

Arin’s feet drum against the earth in a hard, steady rhythm. There’s a sense of comfort in the movement—memories, warmth, laughter, sprinting up one thousand steps toward the place he once called home.

It all burns away before Arin reaches the top.

“I didn’t think you’d come.”

Lloyd rises to his feet. Old history writes a story across his features.

“I had to. I have to make it out of here, even if it kills us both.”

“This is your fault. It has been your fault since I first started training you.”

That’s the thing about each ninja’s story—numerous and always increasing as they may be. They are clear cut. They have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Arin tightens his grip on his war hammer and charges toward Lloyd. His story has a beginning, a middle, and a beginning again.

Over and over.

It’s a foundation that he must destroy.

— — —

There is a universe out there where Lloyd and Arin are mentor and student. They exchange warm smiles, sparring matches, and lighthearted quips between blows. They are friends and they are inseparable.

There is a universe out there where Lloyd and Arin are hero and villain. They exchange vindictive looks, vicious strikes, and harsh words among pleas for mercy. They are enemies.

They are doomed to repeat the endless cycle of light versus darkness.

It is the same universe.

(There is a spark. There is hope. The fight can end.)

(He must be strong enough.)

[legokingfisher]

Don’t have much time to draw atm but I wanted to contribute to Sora worldwide trend even though my contribution is comparatively kinda lame (yalls art is so fucking epic)

Appalachian Sora… she drove up the blue ridge parkway to watch the sunrise and get away from her family and she is watching the mist flow in rivers through the valleys. Golden light pours over the ancient, rounded peaks at last and she thinks Arin would like it up here right now. They go to the same school but he lives like an hour and a half away because they are all in the middle of nowhere (Sora would have some serious small town blues)

She works at the singular auto shop within a 20 mile radius because she can’t stand the other nearby options (bussing tables at a diner or like. Retail)

Her other hobbies include:

- gossip with Arin while he’s fishing

- explore abandoned coal mine

[annimator]

HAPPY 1 YEAR TO QSMP!

Let’s see how the original islanders are holding up! (This is purely from memory)

Quackity - Currently living beside Acau, taking care of Pepito but still mourns Tilin

Wilbur Soot - Kicked from QSMP because of abuse allegations (good fucking riddance)

FitMC - Stuck in a corpse cave by that bitchass motherfucker Madagio

Philza - Currently being corrupted by the Ender King, it is not looking good for him

Jaiden - Dead, went off with a bang when Purgatory ended, she didn’t really have anything to come back for in her mind [Jaiden left QSMP for mental health reasons]

BadBoyHalo - Was reincarnated with ZERO memories of what happened on Quesadilla Island after succumbing to his wounds from the soul vultures and the nuclear explosion that killed Jaiden and Maxo

Foolish - Currently working on the Town of Fobo with Tubbo

DanTDM - Dead, is considered to be somewhat of an urban legend to the islanders lol [Dan left QSMP because his social anxiety sadly got the better of him]

Slimecicle - MIA since the prison event, has been corrupted by code due to spending time with codeflippa

Luzu - Haven’t been watching most of his streams, but last I checked he has radiation poisoning or something-

Arin - MIA since the prison event, last seen being kidnapped by the code

Rubius - uhhhhh when was the last time he logged on?

Mariana - I think he lives alongside Roier and Rivers, also currently taking care of Pepito

Spreen - Dead, supposedly left for cigarettes but was pronounced dead at the start of purgatory like Dan. [Spreen left QSMP for a multitude of reasons, some of which include being harassed and discomfort with being sexualized]

Missa - Currently lives with Philza, is completely unaware with what his platonic husband is going through

Roier - Stuck in the form of a rat, his twin brother Doied is currently possessing his body (I WOULD LIKE SPIDERBIT BACK PLEASE I MISS MY DADS)

Vegetta - MIA since September (I miss him ;-;)

Maximus - Went off with a bang, died to an explosion caused by the nuke he smuggled into purgatory by SHOVING IT UP HIS ASS

[scofieldart]

My Hero Academia OCs - The Rivers Twins (1/2)

[tubborucho]

team soulfire text posts [pt 1]

[madwomansapologist]

Autumn Thunderstorm | Chapter 2 - A call to motion

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series synopsis: Thranduil thought the recent attack of spiders on a periphery village was the only thing deserving of his attencion. If he could've imagined what he would found there, who he would found there, the Elvenking would wait a millenia in front of that river so he could see her sooner. Or: how Gandalf managed to keep a secret for 14 months.

second chapter synopsis: Curious about last night's events, Thranduil dedicates his dawn to understanding who exactly you are. Accumulating questions and very few answers, you allow yourself to remember the past. Aerin, uncertain of your future, tries to make sure that you won’t be around to attract more attention to yourself. She should’ve known better than that. [4K]

warnings: female!reader. lotr kinda of violence. pre-Smaug. warg. blood. trauma (subtle). fear of being lonely.

glossary: Lossëistar: Ice Mage┆Vendë: Maiden┆Tîrwen: Honest maiden┆Thalieth: Heroine┆Maenwë: Clever girl┆Alassëa rá; Alassë’ arin; Alassë’ aurë: Good morning

The frigid shore was not so different from the frozen river. Dirtier, but as static under your feet as the ice. Or maybe the earth was warm. Maybe the earth was gentle and caring. Maybe it was as it has always been, and you were the one whose now frost. Maybe it finally happened: your lack of control, your lack of knowledge, turned your blessing into a curse. 

The mist surrounding the valley made your fear fade away.

As you walked into the shore, gravel crunching your feet, the freedom of being in the midst of danger was nothing compared to the cold. Looking down, you noticed your numb feet turned white. Your blood was not circulating.

Only when tremors overtook your winning smile the Elvenking managed to find his voice. And he gave in to a king's first nature: a command. “Prepare a hot bath. Forthwith.” Thranduil’s words were not directed at anyone, but his steward hurried to the inn.

Thranduil took a step forward your shuddering shape, but no further. As his foot touched the icy ground, the voices on his mind came to a consensus. Now he understands. What attracts Gandalf’s attention. What was so special that made him keep coming back to that exquisite inn. 

Thranduil understands. And now, with that knowledge, Thranduil chose to get closer to you. “Vendë,” Thranduil spoke softly. “You did not need to act. The river would not affect us. Why did you put yourself in danger?”

Still reeling from adrenaline, for a moment you forgot that the man in front of you was a king. He was just a man, a kind one, asking a question. “Because I would have felt bad if I did not.”

For the second time in minutes, you left the Elvenking speechless. Analyzing your eyes, searching for some hidden lie, he did not even notice the silence. All he did was to let the truth sink in.

But you noticed it, and it reminded you of who Thranduil was. Did you say something you should not? The village is made up of elves, Aerin and her son are half elves, you know how to act around them. The silence must be caused by a royalty norm. You should have called him king, should you not? Or maybe he was waiting for a formality that you did not know should be performed.

Staring into his ocean blue eyes, you bowed. It was a stiff move, your muscles throbbed, but it was the best you could do. The only thing you know about acting around kings is to obey and be polite. The Elvenking is not ordering anything, so your mistake must be about the second one.

Blankets were thrown over your shoulders. Aerin rubbed them against your body, helping to ward off the cold. “You are wetting the king’s feet. Say you are sorry.”

“I am sorry,” you obeyed her without thinking twice. She may not be the kindest person in the world, but she is good. And takes care of you. So when Aerin says you should be sorry, you believe her. You did not even look down to see if she was right.

Before Thranduil could say anything, Aerin guided you into the inn. “Poor thing. Let’s make sure you do not get a cold.”

Gildor approached. “I bet your grace did not imagine your night would end that way.”

“No.” Thranduil was not sure about what surprised him more. Your bravery, or the reason behind it. “I did not”, he whispered to himself.

You felt Aerin’s hands trembling as she helped you into the tub. The water was so hot, smoky, exactly what you needed. Plunged into boiling water, you forgot about everything that was not warmth and twin suns and the color yellow and fire.

Aerin left you to finish your bath with some privacy after you promised her to not sleep on the tub. She walked into her room and took a sip of red wine. Soon she woke you up, complaining that you could have drowned on the tub, and helped you stumble your way to your bed.

Even alone, with everyone else sleeping, Aerin did not stop shaking.

Because she had only one task. Gandalf made sure she would understand it. Aerin had only one thing to do: make sure you would stay with her, in the village, away from danger. But she saw how the Elvenking looked at you. He looked at you like someone that had innumerable questions. And a king’s question always gets its answer.

Aerin had only one task to fulfill, and now she has a problem.

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Shattering glass woke him up. Thranduil rose, and even in the dark of the room it did not took him more than a second to find his sword. Illuminated by moonlight, he stepped out his chamber and followed the treacherous sound. 

But all he found was you, on your knees, picking up broken shards in a messy kitchen. Overturned pans, open jars, a mixture of spices in the air. A supper was served earlier, but you looked like you wanted to have one just for yourself. You must be starving.

“Did I woke you up?” You murmured, tiredness almost palpable on your voice. But that was not the only thing he could sense. Thranduil heard your hesitation. Your fear.  “It was an accident.”

Thranduil laid his sword on the table, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face. He knelt in front of you, picking up the shards of what was once a cup. He could feel the warmth of your breath. “Have you heard many stories about Woodland’s elves, vendë?”

“I had, your grace.” Vendë. That made you feel warm inside. Most people call you Lossëistar. Have someone ever called you maiden before?

Thranduil knows the reason for your hesitation. “And what did you hear?”

Your smile faded. “That most of you descend from ancient tribes that never went to Faerie in the West. That your magic is strong. That your folk are more dangerous between the elves. And less wiser.”

“Do I look more dangerous and less wiser?” Thranduil asked, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine.

You felt tempted to agree. Thranduil probably is dangerous, but not in a way you should be worried about. You shook your head with a genuine smile. “I cannot even remember the last time someone called me by my name.”

That made Thranduil bite his tongue. Distrust is his second nature, but something tells him you are not a bad person. People could have been nicer to you. “Then stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong tonight.”

You rose, and thanked him because you did not know what else to do. Without paying attention to what you were doing, you took the shards from his hand and left them in a box with some garbage. 

Thranduil circled the table, candles enlightening his golden hair. There is something so alluring about elves' hair. They simply drew attention. His seems to be so soft. You forced yourself to look away.

That was your chance to shut up and not embarrass yourself in front of a king. “Is it true your kind live inside the threes?”

Thranduil slowed down his pace. “It is.”

“So you can decrease in stature?”

Thranduil guffaw. You must be entirely wrong to get that reaction from a king. “Our trees are bigger than you think.”

“It must be a large forest.”

You sat back in front of your improvised supper and went back to eating. Until you dropped your cup, you had been eating for almost half an hour. You offered him food, Thranduil just shook his head and sat in front of you.

“How can I explain this to you?” He held his sword. Thranduil slid his fingers along the hem, looking for a way to make you see the correct image. “It is like a bird house. But instead of birds, it is filled with elves. And instead of lean wood, it is made of ancestral trees bigger than villages. And instead of a simple construction, it is a king's palace.”

You swallowed the food. ”Termite is a problem? Or is the wood magic?”

“Three minutes of conversation and you were more creative than half my generals,” Thranduil was not complaining. Not about you, at least. “It can be impolite, it probably is, but how many stomachs do you have?”

“It is, but I do not mind,” your honesty attacked again. “When I do big things I can get exhausted. And hungry. So hungry.”

“Do you tend to do big things, vendë?” Thranduil looked out the window, seeing the huge frozen wave. To call it a big thing... a euphemism. “It did not look like it was your first time.”

“That dam is a current problem,” you ate more before continuing. “I normally only do big things. It is easier.” Thranduil’s curious gaze made you talk more. “I know it seems stupid, but it is true. I could not freeze a cup of water even if my life depended on it.”

Thranduil was intrigued. How can someone that does things like that face hardship on such an easier task? “Gandalf did not mentor you?”

“No, he is just my friend. Wait. Do you know him?” You smiled, thinking about the old man. A yawn escaped your mouth. “He was here this morning.”

Thranduil arched his eyebrows. At the meeting, Gandalf said he had traveled far and wide. Why did he lied? Why would he need to lie about something like that? What piece of knowledge is missing to form the right outlook?

Thranduil wished he had a closer relationship with the inconvenient pilgrim. Perhaps he would understand the reason for such a small lie. But maybe you are the answer he desires. Maybe it is you that can make him understand why the man respected throughout the continent decided to be unfaithful. “You work for lady Aerin?”

“I take care of the horses.” You pointed in the direction of the stable. Your eyes shone. “I also help lady Aerin with her garden, but because I am the reason for them to crush her flowers. When I arrived earlier, my heart almost stopped because of an elk on the stable. But he was so nice. Big and scary, but he let me pet him and even stole an apple from my basket.”

“So my elk is a burglar.” Thranduil smirked.

“No… I did not meant it that way.” It hurt when you swallowed the food. “He was there and I just…”

When you let another yawn escape, Thranduil noticed how he lost track of time. It is too late. So late it is almost too soon. It is been long since someone talked to him about things that did not really mattered. Conversations beyond council meetings about the possibility of the Enemy still alive, assemblies about his army organization, political discussions that led to nowhere. Something beyond flatterers and cowards without motive. A real conversation.

It is been long since Thranduil laughed without fear of appearing disrespectful. Or tried to find a dumb but functional comparison instead of powerful yet useless phrases to describe his kingdom. Or discovered that apparently people think that Woodland’s elves can decrease in stature to live inside trees. Just a real conversation.

“It is late.” Thranduil said, but only within a moment he stood up. “Enjoy the rest of your night, tîrwen.”

“Same to you, your grace.” You watched the Elvenking disappearing in the hall. “Tîrwen”, you let the word run over your tongue. “I do not know this one.”

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By the beginning of the morning, Aerin made her way to the kitchen. Such was Aerin's astonishment when she saw that not only was her pantry attacked, but that the person responsible for such a horrendous crime was sleeping on the table.

Part of your face was dipped in what looked like a mixture between oatmeal, cherry pie and roast pork. Her disgust at your choices was greater than her anger at seeing the mess.

“You behave like a child. A toddler, even!” She pushed you toward your bedroom trying to sound angry. Your hair smelled of cherry, your mouth stank of pork, and what smeared your face was oatmeal. Aerin was laughing more than anything.

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“Orange leaf, anise and lemon-grass," you murmured to yourself while feathering the straw basket with an old cloth. "That is it?"

Aerin handed you a pot of honey and a jar of strawberries. "Milk. And sage." She folded a cloth and covered the basket. "Do not forget to eat. I do not want you passing out."

"Sage?" You arch your eyebrows. "At this time of the year?"

"I need it for a recipe", lied Aerin. "If you cannot find it in the village, you shall gather their buds in the meadow. Remember where sage sprouts?”

You sighed. After sleeping for most of the day (and eating for most of the dawn), you were not so excited about going all the way down to the village. You could feel a migraine forming right behind your eyes. And considering that summer has already begun to say goodbye, the chances that you will have to enter the meadow are great.

“I do.” You opened the inn’s front door. A cold breeze shivered your cheeks. “Anything else?”

Aerin felt guilty for making you walk so much, but it was for a good cause. The longer you were away, lesser were the chances you would draw even more attention to yourself. And entering the meadow will not hurt you. It will tire you out, but not hurt you. “Good riddance”, she said.

Due to the repairs to the dam, all horses were being used. How amazing for you. Walking down the valley, on the long path towards the village, you passed through many wagons carrying wood and workers. Many elves thanked you, with words or kind gazes, but you did not see the need for it.

To stop the water exhausted you, but it did not maim you. You are fine, just a bit tired. It would be weird if you have not done something. To let tons of water fall right into the village, aiming and drowning hundreds of people, just because you did not wanted to feel exhausted? That would be perverse.

The quick conversation you had last night with the Elvenking came back to haunt you. “Because I would have felt bad if I did not.” As simple as that. You did not even thought twice before doing something. You just did.

And even if it could have harmed you in any considerable way, you would still have done it. After all, you owe this to them. No one here had any obligation to have helped you, and yet they did. Aerin did. You owe it to her. You owe her so much.

Walking alone, trapped with your own mind, things that you wish to forget come back to you like hauntings. Every elve that thanked you, that smiled towards you, that said you were a thalieth: they only remind you about what you owe to them. It all just reminds you of how you got there.

Rain dripping on your face, land penetrating your nails, owls chanting. Wind roaring, trees shuddering: it was like being caged inside a monster beating hurt. So wet, and dark, and frightening. And so fucking loud.

That is how you first woke up, alone in a dark forest, during a thunderstorm. The only thing you could see was a distant light, and you wandered towards it because what else could you have done? When you finally made it out of the woods, following that yellow glamor like it would protect you from all your fears, you collapsed on Aerin’s doorstep.

What a first memory to have. 

It has been a long time since you thought about that. About what happened fourteen months ago. You do not like to do it. It is painful. It makes you feel so lonely. But you were alone now, walking down the dirt path, and that memory at least kept you company.

After the mental scourge, you made it to the village’s core. You roamed the fair, way more tumultuous than usual, seeking Aerin’s orders. You heard whispers about the Elvenking’s frightening presence. About how his army could burn cities to the ground with just a single command. 

That made you chuckle. You heard stories about Mirkwood, but now they do not seem so legit. You do not think a cruel lord would compare his palace to a birdhouse. 

You chatted with the elves, tried a better price for the things you wanted, discovered that no one had sage anymore. And little by little that gray cloud that stalked you disappeared. 

Gradually, leaving you with a bitter taste in your mouth, it faded.

“Are you sure you do not have it? Or anything that looks like it?” You begged the tradeswoman at the last stall. “Honestly I can work with anything green…ish.”

She laughed telling you to just go into the meadow, you sighed and waved. At the village’s entrance, where there were not a lot of people around, you started running. If you get to the sage’s buds soon, maybe you can take a nap. 

You crossed the path and went down an embankment, dirt soiling your dress. It was already old and rusty, a little bit of mud was not a big deal anymore. As you advanced, the weight of your body on the angled ground turned your steps into slips. You almost fell, but you made it to the lowland.

Laughing to yourself, you dropped your basket on a fallen log and searched it for your crimson ribbon. It was so silly, you could have fallen and gotten really hurt, but it was fun.

“As a foreigner I may be wrong, but I am pretty sure that is not a path for a lady.”

You dropped the ribbon into the mud. You turned around, a hand up on your chest, and saw the slim figure leaning on a tree. “Does your grace want to kill me?”

Thranduil moved towards you, slowly decreasing the distance between you both. “I saw you running, vendë.” There was something that resembled a smile on his face. ”Thought you were a damsel in distress.”

“Damsel in distress?” You rolled your eyes. “Nah, I do not think so.”

Something burned inside Thranduil’s chest. “Not in need of help?” He did his best to ignore that fire.

“Lady Aerin demands sage.” You tucked your hair behind your ears. Your ribbon was floating in a mud puddle. “Not a task that requires a king’s escort.”

Thranduil stood in front of you. You had to lift your face to look him in the eye. They were so enveloping. Like a river current that hides treasures while fending any intruders. “...could leave a damsel alone in such an environment?”

Ashamed that you did not listened to most of what he said, you nodded and guided Thranduil into the field. Following footprints that showed a familiar path, you made your way through natural plantations. Sunlight began to irritate your eyes.

“Managed to rest, vendë?”

“I took a nap.” You tried your best to sound energetic. “It was a really good nap.”

“You should be resting.”

“But Lady Aerin…”

“Lady Aerin should have sent her son to the village.”

“I appreciate it, your grace, but there is no need to defend me from her.” You rubbed your hands against the basket. One should not disagree with a king, but you tend to speak before you think. “Lady Aerin has done more for me than anyone ever did, and for that I will always be grateful. I have a debt with her, one that nothing will ever pay. She may not be the kindest, but she is not wicked.”

Thranduil said nothing more. 

For a long minute, you guided him into a wheat field. Leaves tickled your arms, you ran your hands through the wheat as you walked. Warm. The breeze played with the sprouts, and you like to imagine that the field was breathing in and out.

“You are more tender than me.”

You turned your head to look at him, hands still playing with leaves. “Do you consider yourself resentful?” You covered your eyes, protecting yourself from the sunlight so you could see him. All you could see was a dark shape.

“I do,” Thranduil whispered. It was not just a confirmation. It felt like sharing a secret. “My anger can be inconsolable.”

“You were injured, were you not?” You decided to get closer to him. A shadow, almost like sent from above just for you, made you able to see his eyes. Not rivers. They had storms caged inside it. You felt the urge to take his face into your hands, but you kept that desire to yourself. “And no one noticed.”

His calloused hand reached up to caress his face, but Thranduil stopped the involuntary instinct. It was not a question. No one noticed. You did not asked it, you just knew. Thranduil never felt so seen. “I envy those who grew kind.”

“It is so easy to grow kind”, you gave him your brightest smile. “But to turn kind? Oh, this is noble.”

All the Elvenking could hear was his heartbeat. There was a sparkle in your eyes. A certain sort of calculated innocence that only a person who suffered can manifest. It was like you had lived an infinite amount of lives before. “You are… sharp.” 

“I am not”, your bright smile turned into a giggle. You took a step back, suddenly aware of how close you both were. “I do not think so.”

“I do.” Thranduil’s solemn expression got softer. “I do, maenwë.”

“What does that mean?”

“You do not know elvish?”

“I know a few expressions.” You went back to walk through the field. Thranduil followed you. “Alassëa rá. Alassë’ arin. Alassë’ aurë.”

“Three different ways to say good morning.” Thranduil chortle. “Practically fluent.”

“Ouch!” You put your hand on your chest, pretending to be offended. “I thought kings were supposed to be polite and pleasant. I guess it is not a rule.” 

Within a couple of minutes you found the place where sage grows. Analyzing every branch, you tried to distinguish all plants growing there. When you found the frosted pointy leaves, you started breaking a few branches. Your basket was already filled with jars and paper bags, but you found a way to make it fit.

“Done.” You covered everything with a thick cloth and rose from the ground. “Lady Aerin sorted strawbe…”

A howl shut you up.

Thranduil held his sword, not drawing it from its scabbard yet. It was a total change. The relaxed countenance, just waiting for you to pick the branches you needed, became as hard as stone. His long body became more aware of space, you noticed that he straightened up. His eyes scanned the meadow, and you knew what he was looking for.

“There are no wolves in Rivendell”, your voice was nothing more than a whisper.

You were right. There were no wolves in Rivendell. It has never been a problem before for your village or any other under Elrond’s protection. But as another howl crossed the sky, you understood that times have changed. And not for the better.

“You will stand behind me. Will step where I do and nowhere else. You will not talk, will not scream, will not whisper.” That was not Thranduil’s voice. Not the one you know. It was husky, concentrated, immediate. Each order evokes a clear meaning: the best you can do is obey. It was king. 

“Do as I say.” The Elvenking reached out to you. “Trust me, vendë.”

Your response was as clear as his orders: you held his hand.

Thranduil walked fast, analyzing the ground before stepping on it, holding your hand tightly so that nothing could separate you from him. So silent. You followed him as best you could, the basket weighing on your left arm, and your legs not always able to reach the same spots he did. But you never complained, or asked him to slow his pace, because the howls did not stop. They just got louder.

You do not know how he learned the way back so fast, but within minutes you could see the smoke coming from a village’s house. And maybe that made you let your guard down. Because you only saw it when it was right in front of you.

It was twice your height. The claws could cut through wood without difficulty. Its fangs were bigger than your hands. You read books about it, but no draft could ever translate the fear they emanated. A giant wolf. As smart as human, and as malevolent as the most corrupt man. It was a warg.

Thranduil pulled you behind him, you can remember the gleam of the longsword and the weight of his hand on your belly. A black shadow filled your vision. It all happened so fast. A howl, an illusion of movement, and a blur dominating your eyes. Everything happened so fast.

It was not until you felt the golden hair falling on your face that you understood: not a blur, it was an attack. And you were now lying on the floor, sun burning your eyes, with a deep pressure on your shoulder.

Your head fell to the side. Moist grass and a mess that once was a filled basket came into focus. Your eyelids closed, a voice you never heard before told you that darkness had taken you before, and then something shook your body.

You were awake again, and your eyes saw beyond the mess in front of your face. You saw the warg giant body. And you saw his decapitated head.

“There are no wolves in Rivendell”, you coughed. 

The ground has moved away from you. You were flying. But you should not be. You will end up flying and flying and flying without knowing how to get back to the ground.

“Maenwë”, you recognized Thranduil’s voice, and within time you saw his face. He was holding you in his arms. There was blood on his cheek. And when you looked down, you saw blood dripping from your shoulder. “Keep talking.”

The voice spoke to you again, and darkness took over your vision. It was so calm, so warm. You let him envelop you. “I miss the cold.”

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The first thing Pac heard when he woke up was crying.

He looked around the small cave that Bad make for everyone. Tina, Rivers, and Missa were still asleep, all sharing a blanket. Arin was frozen in the corner. Pol and Pierre were somewhere. Mariana, Niki, and Leney were scattered around the room. Bad was sitting upright, eyes closed but an axe ready in his hand.

Pac carefully got up and sneaked out of the room, avoiding the trap Bad put. The smell of tea was numb to him as he squinted at the brightness of the torches in the base.

Pac didnt have to look far for the source of the crying. Tubbo was in one of the chair Pac made for everyone. He was hunched over with a small piece of green fabric in his hands.

“Tubbo? Whats wrong?” Pac asked, already feeling the anxiety swell in his stomach. Tubbo gave a wet laugh before he turned his head towards him.

“Green team is dead. Pierre didnt want it to be 50/50.”

The last words didnt matter to Pac. They wont even register in his head until later. All he could feel was everything.

When Cell sent him that message, he felt numb. Hes used to it at this point. He felt his mind blocking out the memories of being eaten alive when it happened.

But now he felt everything.

He felt every hug and smile that Bagi has ever given him.

He felt Etoiles playful hits as they fought of practice, with his voice hyping him up.

He felt Forever’s laughter vibrating in his chest as he hugged him.

He felt Fits gentle smile and his eyes carefully watching him, not out of fear but love.

He felt all the thoughts that him and Mike shared, good and bad.

Pac felt everything being ripped away from him.

No Richas. No eggs. No island. No family. No Fit.

Nothing was left for him.

Tubbo sat by his side as Pac cried and dry heaved in a random corner for the next hour. Pac didnt even notice the cup of tea Bad put next to him, but it didnt matter.

Nothing mattered anymore. Everything he loved was gone.

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The Ruins of Ninjago City post Merged World(pt1)

Ninjago Spirits' AU

The Merge hadn't been kind to Ninjago City.

Rarely were natural disasters of this level kind to the location that often saw many, many sorts of negative events. Wojira's attack, the Sons of Garmadon's reign, the attempted collapse from the Serpentine...

Oracle the Crested Overseer had wailedbout her warning a moment too late, and then the city was plunged into chaos. Tide Keeper, the Sailed Patriarch, had done what he could, keeping the coast from flooding the streets of the city - but even the oldest of the Phantoms had limits.

Buildings had collapsed, homes had been destroyed, families were torn apart or silenced during the storm- cars with people inside alongside houses were yanked into the air and lost to the raging winds, streets were uprooted completely.

But most of all, as the storm built to its climax, a whole chunk of the city had disappeared. About forty-five percent of Ninjago City vanished then and there, taking Arin's neighbourhood with it, too.

Survivors were in a rough situation.

Of the remaining percentage - about another forty percent of that that was unlivable. Only ten percent of the city remaining was habitable to anyone who had survived The Merge.

Even then.

Ninjago City at the start of the Merged World was nothing but ruins. Broken vehicles were mlittered across the streets, shops, and restaurants were nothing but piles of rubble that sealed off walkways. Borg Tower was missing some of its floors, the building still defiant even in the new world.

If anything, Ninjago City.. felt.. unlived in. Empty. Lifeless.

Save for a sliver of city that had managed to survive, this including Chen's Noodle restaurant where Skylor had hunkered down with people she managed to get inside in time. The Serpentine having arisen from the caverns that had luckily remained stable - wary of burrowing into the ground.

Those who had managed to cling on were left with almost nothing to their names. Skylor and the Ex-Serpentine Generals had to step up for their peoples, coming to mutual agreement that to survive- they needed to work together. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to. It was required since the snakes didn't want to brave the changed desert, and the peoples had no way of defending themselves outside of numbers and their spirit animals.

It.. was a very spotty relationship with one another, especially given the circumstances where people were afraid of what was to happen to them, given that everything they knew had vanished.

Among the familiar faces aside from Skylor and the Serpentine Generals stood an orphaned ten year old Arin and middle to late teens Brad Tudabone and Nelson who had managed to at least have their families intact.

It left Arin alone. And, more often than not, the boy would go through the remains of Ninjago City in search of his parents whenever he was went out with a group to help forage for food or resources - he always came up empty every time.

During one of his side missions, however, he met a group that he would slowly begin hanging out with as they would include him. Granted, some of the newcomers' spirit saurians had terrified him half to death on the first meeting.

The group was made up of two Ignacians named Asher and Grayson, one teen from Ninjago City named Will, a Shintarin named River who hadn't grown her wings in yet, and two people from out of realm- an Alligator and Kestrel Formling from the Never Realm. Hank and Ontari, respectively, the three of them semi-new to the Ruins.

Needless to say, they were an odd bunch- but helpful as the extra hands provided help, albeit that they often preferred to live alone.

It only took two years for the vegetation to grow at a rapid pace and simply cover almost all of Ninjago City. (Image seen below does not belong to me and belong to the rightful owners, if somebody has the @ oc fhe original artist, very appreciated).

Broken water pipes had caused miniature rivers and ponds to begin, somehow drinkable despite no maintenance at all - was this magic or some other source? Nobody knew.