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"To The Ends Of The Earth"

Word Count: TBD / ongoing

Content Warnings: none, follows the events from The Hobbit so there will be the expected violence from the movies

Pairings: KilixOC

Themes: crossover Marvel x Tolkien, romance, fanfic, canon-ish events

Summary:

In the wake of The Blip, the multi-verse has expanded knowledge of the universe in ways no one thought possible. For the first time, journeying between realms and realities is a tangible possibility.

Ex-SHIELD agent and Avenger, Lilith Lenore, is hiding from her past, shunning the life she once led. But when an offer from a wizard of another world is extended, she cannot refuse.

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Small trigger warning for this chapter in particular. There are two male antagonists with sketchy intentions towards Lilith. Nothing happens, I will never depict SA in my stories.

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Chapter 10: Deluge

The first week passed without incident. The days felt impossibly long as we crossed over rolling hills, through jagged mountain passes, and endless forests. Eventually the sights seemed to blur into one. Mountains, forests, meadows… They all looked the same in my eyes. I had no idea where we were or how far we had traveled, but Gandalf and Thorin seemed confident in their direction. We hadn’t met any disturbances or heard anything of concern since the first night we’d been interrupted by the orcs' calls, and I hoped it remained that way. A quiet journey was a safe one, albeit a bit boring.

Around the beginning of the second week it began to rain. What started as a light drizzle eventually turned into a torrential downpour. Once the storm began it didn’t seem to let up in the slightest, and it rained for two days straight. On the third morning of rain I found myself staring dismally at the back of Bofur’s head as he tried desperately to light his pipe. We rode single file through a somewhat cleared path through the forest. Despite the cloaks we all wore, two days worth of rain had quickly soaked through. I clenched my jaw tightly to avoid the chatter of my teeth, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I’d been through worse, after all. But after being soaked to the bone for going on three days, it was becoming difficult to stay warm. Dwarves evidently ran hotter than humans, so they didn’t seem to be as phased by the cold.

“Mr. Gandalf, can’t you do something about this deluge?”

I heard Dori’s voice travel down from the front of the line. I had begun to wonder the same myself. After all, if Gandalf had the power to bring me to and from another realm, couldn’t he control the weather?

“It is raining, master dwarf. And it will continue to rain until the rain is done.” Gandalf said, somewhat tiredly, in return.

Well, so much for that.

I zoned out as I listened to Gandalf speak of the various types of wizards in their world. Who was who, who could do what… All I wanted at the moment was to find one capable of bringing out the sun and drying my clothes.

Bilbo’s timid voice piping up brought me back to reality.

“Is he a great wizard, or is he more like you?”

Oh, Bilbo.

I turned around to look at Kili behind me and we exchanged a knowing glance. One thing we’d all picked up on about Bilbo – he certainly knew how to put his hobbit-sized foot in his mouth.

“Uncle, do you think we could stop for a moment?” Fili’s voice called from the back of the line. “I feel I’m actually starting to catch a chill in this rain.”

So I wasn’t the only one, then.

We guided the ponies off of the beaten path we followed into a dense canopy of trees that would hopefully provide some shelter momentarily. It certainly helped, but raindrops still pelted us relentlessly through the cover of the foliage. Rather than being cold and miserable on the ponies, we instead stood cold and miserable huddled around each other. I stood beside Rosie with my arms crossed tightly over my chest, desperately trying to retain the warmth I could underneath my cloak. I knew the dwarves were just as miserable and tired of the weather, but I didn’t want to admit that the temperature was affecting me as much as it was.

I jumped as I felt hands touch both of my arms from behind. I whirled around to find Kili grinning at me. He put both hands on my arms once again and turned me back around. Before I had a chance to question what he was doing, he pulled me firmly against him and wrapped his arms across my torso.

“Come here, Lil. You’re shaking.” He said. “Fili, come help.”

I laughed as he tightened his arms around me. I could feel the heat radiating off of Kili’s chest against my back, despite the cold rain that still pelted us through the trees. Although I suspected his intentions were more about the opportunity to hold me, rather than actually keeping me warm, I appreciated the immediate relief. Despite my efforts to ignore the way his arms felt around me, I found to my own dismay that I very much enjoyed the feeling. There was a comfortability I had with him already that I hadn’t felt in years back home.

Fili came to stand in front of me, though not as close as his brother. He kept his arms crossed tightly over his own chest as he shuffled to close the gap between us.

“Mahal, I don’t know if we’re even going to help. I’m cold to the bone.” He mumbled.

Thorin stood a few yards away from us with Gandalf. As I watched I realized they were speaking, keeping their voices to a low whisper so as to not alert the rest of the party. Although I was sure the others could not hear, I was able to pick up on pieces of their conversation.

“We are only a short distance from the nearest town. It might do well to stay indoors for the afternoon.” Gandalf said quietly.

Thorin shook his head.

“We cannot afford the delay. And we cannot risk drawing attention to ourselves.”

Gandalf stepped even closer, and his whispers grew more urgent.

“You also cannot afford to lose a member of the company to illness. The rain has shown no signs of letting up.”

Thorin grumbled something unintelligible in return.

“An old acquaintance of mine owns an inn on the outskirts of town.” Gandalf continued. “He would happily shelter us for the evening. It is a small town. A lot of merchants and traders travel through so they are used to seeing a wide variety of folk. A company of dwarves would hardly stand out.”

Thorin turned to look at us. As his eyes traveled over each dwarf, myself, and Bilbo, his gaze seemed to soften when he saw the company huddled together and shivering. I heard him let out another huff as he turned his attention back to Gandalf.

“Fine.” He relented. “Lead the way.”

The town Gandalf spoke of was a few hours' journey, and it was past midday when we arrived. Through the downpour I could see a string of run-down buildings, ranging from taverns to small shops. Worn, peeling signs directing us to various parts of town greeted us as we rode single-file through the narrow streets. Despite the rain that had seemed to grow even heavier as we arrived, there were a few people out and about. Most walked past with hoods up, not giving our party a second glance. It seemed what Gandalf said about the town being heavily trafficked by visitors passing through was true. Hopefully it meant we would not stand out.

The inn lay directly on the opposite side of town as Gandalf had described, approximately a five minute ride from where we’d entered the city limits. It was a tall, dark-wood structure with a sign hanging from the front porch. Despite the faded paint I was able to make out the words “Arman’s Inn” scrawled across in neat, handwritten letters. I counted six windows from the outside. It didn’t appear to be a large building. We followed Gandalf around the corner to the back, and as a small courtyard came into view I saw several large feeding troughs and posts intended to secure traveler’s horses. They were all empty, which I took to mean the inn was vacant.

“Wait here, while I see if our host is in.” Gandalf hopped down from his horse and began walking to the back door. He paused momentarily and turned back around to look at me. “Lilith, would you come with me?”

I hopped down from my pony as well and handed the reins to Kili before jogging after the wizard. He had not stopped to wait for me, which was understandable in the downpour, and had already made it to the inn’s back door. He held it open for me as I gratefully stepped through.

I stepped over the threshold into a small, comfortably furnished room with wooden floors and dark brick walls. Matching emerald green chairs and a golden colored couch sat in the center of the room circled around a simple, carved round table. A chandelier hung low from the ceiling, lit with candles, and a roaring fire cast a deep, orange glow across the space. As I passed the fireplace and made my way towards the wooden counter that rested against the opposite wall from where we’d entered, I noted the fireplace’s enormity: it was almost as tall as I was, and equally as wide. Gandalf approached the counter with confidence and rang a copper-colored bell that sat next to a book.

We both turned back around as we heard footsteps immediately approaching from behind. On the opposite side of the room stood a narrow, winding staircase that I assumed led up to where the guest rooms were. Behind the staircase stretched a long, dark hallway, dimly lit by candles that lined the walls. The sound of footsteps quickly led to the appearance of who I assumed to be our host. He appeared to be human, from what I could tell. He had almost white-gray hair and a matching neatly trimmed beard, and wore a simple pair of brown linen pants with a white shirt. He stopped short when he saw the two of us standing, drenched and dripping, at the counter. A smile quickly overtook the shock on his face when he recognized the man beside me.

“Why, Gandalf. It’s been years.” He quickly crossed the room and came to stand behind the counter. “What brings you to town?”

“Just some business, Arman. I am accompanying a group of merchants heading east. Do you have any rooms available for the evening?”

The man didn’t seem to question Gandalf’s story. He simply nodded in response as he flipped open the large, leather bound records book on the counter.

“I’ll always have space for you, dear friend. How many?”

“There are sixteen, including us. But from what I recall, your establishment is not quite that large.”

Arman’s eyes widened.

“Hardly. All my rooms are unoccupied, but I’ve only got seven. I hope you’re okay with doubling up.”

Gandalf nodded.

“That will be fine. We will take them all.”

He reached into his robes and pulled out a bag of gold coins. He counted out a handful before placing them on the counter in front of the innkeeper. His eyes widened immediately, and I assumed it was well over what the rooms were worth.

“Always a pleasure when you come through, Gandalf.” He reached under the counter and pulled out a ring of keys. “Five rooms are upstairs, two are downstairs. You are familiar with the common areas, so please make yourselves at home. I will fetch some extra blankets and linens for you.” He placed the keys on the counter before disappearing into a smaller room directly behind him.

Gandalf turned to me as he grabbed the keys.

“Here you are, my dear. I believe you’ve earned the first pick of rooms. And roommates.” He gave me a knowing look as he passed me one of the shiny, brass keys from the ring. “Would you please let everyone know to come inside?”

I quickly crossed the room to the backdoor we’d entered through and stuck my head out. Not wanting to further soak my clothes as I’d already begun to warm up, I waved and gestured to the group from the threshold, indicating it was okay to enter. Once I saw Ori spot my frantic waving and begin to alert the others, I quickly dipped back inside.

Within minutes the dwarves had secured the ponies and made their way in. The seemingly spacious interior suddenly seemed much smaller as it was filled with thirteen sopping wet dwarves, and one equally wet hobbit. They clamored over each other to get next to the fire, and I was suddenly reminded of the first night we’d all met at Bilbo’s house. Gandalf and I exchanged a glance as he loudly cleared his throat. He held up the ring of keys as the dwarves began to gather around.

“There are only seven rooms, so you will have to share.”

Before Gandalf could offer further instruction the dwarves began frantically reaching for keys, clamoring over each other once again to reach the ring the wizard held just out of their grasp. I shook my head as I heard him attempt to speak over them. Kili and Fili stood at the back of the pack, also reaching their hands forward and trying to push the others out of their way. I tapped them both on their shoulders, and as they turned around to face me I held up my key and grinned.

“You boys are with me.”

We spent most of the afternoon in the inn, resting and drying our clothes. After nightfall, the dwarves had begun to grow restless of being indoors. Arman had informed us of a tavern within walking distance, and with Thorin’s reluctant agreement and pleas to not draw attention to ourselves we’d made our way down the street. Four hours in, most of the others had slowly trickled back to the inn. It had to be growing late, as the tavern had slowly begun to empty, but I found myself still sat at a table in the corner with Kili, Fili, Bofur, and Gloin. I’d shown them how to play quarters, the only drinking game I could think of from my world, and they were immediately obsessed with making eachother drink. They’d all slowly grown more and more intoxicated as the evening went on, with the exception of myself.

Kili grasped a gold coin tightly in his fingers as he closed one eye and focused on the empty mug that rested in the center of the table. He gently threw the coin against the tabletop and it bounced up with ease, landing directly in the middle of the cup. He grinned triumphantly as he turned to face me.

“Lilith. Drink.”

I kept my eyes locked with his as I took another large sip from my mug before slamming it back down on the table. I returned his grin with an equally smug smile, taunting him that I was still unaffected. The dwarves had quickly realized that I didn’t seem to be getting drunk as they were, and had made it their mission to target me every chance they got.

“How come you aren��t drunk yet, lass?” Gloin slurred. “I know you’re on your fifth at least.”

I shrugged as Kili passed me the coin.

“Because I’m good at this.” I said. I took my shot and immediately missed. “Also, I can’t get drunk.” I turned up my mug and quickly finished the remainder of the ale.

“You can’t?” Kili asked. His triumphant grin turned into a confused frown.

I shook my head.

“Is it one of your powers?” Fili questioned.

“Sort of. Kind of an unexpected side effect.”

I handed the coin off to Fili and he quickly took his shot, smiling with satisfaction as the coin clinked into the cup.

“Hmmm…Lilith. Drink.”

“It’s wasted on her, lad. Go for Kili, he’s the lightweight.” Bofur said, gesturing to the brother.

The rest of the dwarves laughed as Kili’s face reddened. I giggled as well as I nudged him gently in the ribs.

“Are you a lightweight?”

“No.” He huffed defensively. “I’m not.”

He finished his ale and hopped down from the stool, intent on proving his point. As he took a step forward he stumbled, falling back into my waiting arms.

I steadied him before hopping down from my own stool. I put my hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing him back to his seat.

“Easy, Kili. I got it. Would everyone like another?”

After a chorus of cheers from the dwarves I gathered the empty mugs we’d collected and made my way through the maze of tables to the bar in the center of the room. I placed the glasses on the countertop as the barmaid came over to me.

“Another round, dear?” She asked, removing the glasses and wiping down the bartop where the glasses had previously been placed.

I nodded.

“Just four this time. Someone’s got to be the responsible one.” I smiled, handing her a gold coin.

She smiled gratefully in return as she darted off to tap another keg.

I turned around and rested my back against the bar as I waited for her to return. My eyes wandered back to the table, and as I watched the four dwarves continue to laugh and make eachother drink I couldn’t help but focus on Kili. He expertly tossed the coin against the table, and as it flipped up and landed in the mug he beamed in response and gestured to Fili. I felt something stir within me, a fluttery feeling that ran through my gut, as I watched him smile and laugh with the others. As much as I tried to focus my sole attention on the mission at hand, I couldn’t help but feel a pull to Kili. There was something special about him, something I couldn’t put my finger on. I found myself drawn to him, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it.

“What’s a beauty like you doing in a place like this?” A gruff, unpleasant voice cooed in my ear.

I turned to my right and saw a man, who stood at least a half foot taller than me. He had a rough, unshaven face and disheveled blond hair falling into his eyes. He looked to be about forty, if I had to guess. He had a wet stain on the front of his shirt, most likely ale given the stench of alcohol that permeated the space around him. A second man stood close behind him, slightly shorter with neatly trimmed black hair, but an equally unkempt beard. They both had a layer of grime over their clothing and bodies, and I assumed them to be miners or some other type of manual laborer. I quickly turned back around to face the bar, averting my gaze from the two.

“Getting a drink, same as you.” I replied flatly.

“You don’t look like you’re from around these parts.” He continued. “I’m Geoff, this is Oden. And what might we call you?”

“I’m not.” I said, only answering the first part of his question.

The man didn’t seem deterred or bothered by my disinterested response.

“What brings you to town?” He questioned.

“Business.” I replied again in the same, monotone voice. I hadn’t looked back at the man since he’d begun speaking, but it appeared as though the men of Middle Earth also did not know how to take a hint.

“Who are you traveling with?” He pressed. He leaned closer, practically lounging across the bar beside me, and I recoiled at the stench of ale and poor hygiene on his breath.

“Colleagues.” I said tightly, my patience beginning to grow thin. I looked eagerly down the bar for the drinks I was supposed to be procuring. The barmaid stood at the opposite end of the counter, holding the four mugs in her hand as she spoke to another customer. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the bartop, eagerly counting the moments until I was free from the man’s presence.

“You’re awfully quiet.” The dark haired friend piped up from behind the blonde who now stood entirely too close to me. I heard the first man laugh, and I felt my stomach clench with anger at their persistence.

“Only when I don’t want to be bothered.” I snapped, finally turning back to look at the two. I gave them a seething glare as I turned my attention from them to the approaching barmaid, finally bringing the keys to my escape.

“Are you married?” The first asked. “I can’t imagine a pretty little thing like you all by yourself.”

I ignored him.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Give us a smile.” He purred. He leaned in even closer and rested a hand on my shoulder.

I slowly turned my gaze back to the man, my blood boiling at the sight of his grimy fingers caressing my shoulder. As I reached up with the full intention of breaking those fingers I felt another set of arms wrap around my waist from behind. Before I had the chance to react I was whirled around. I silently cursed myself for not paying attention to my surroundings; clearly another one of the man’s friends had snuck around behind while he distracted me. As I braced myself to swing, I found myself face to face with a familiar dwarf instead.

“There you are, wife.”

Kili’s hands firmly grasped my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“I was beginning to think you’d wandered off.” He continued.

I felt a blush creep up my neck at the feeling of his hands resting on my hips, in addition to the proximity of his lips to my own. His contact and closeness sent another flutter through my stomach. I quickly pushed the feelings and thoughts it stirred inside of me to the side as I went along with his improvisation.

“Thank you, darling. You’re just in time.” I said sweetly, gesturing to the four mugs that had been placed on the countertop.

Kili released his grasp on my waist and reached around me, grabbing all four mugs in his hands. He put himself in between me and the two men, using his elbow to gently nudge me forward and back toward our table. Once we were out of earshot I turned around to find him grinning mischievously at me.

“Found a new friend?” He joked.

I gave him a look as I turned back around.

“Hardly.” I mumbled. “Your timing couldn’t have been better.”

I heard Kili chuckle from behind me.

“We saw him touch you. I figured it was about to get bad.”

“It was.”

We reached the table and Kili placed the glasses before each of the dwarves before hopping back onto his stool.

“There are only four. Where’s yours?” Bofur asked.

I gestured to the doorway in response.

“I think I’m going to call it a night. We get to sleep in a real bed tonight and I’m taking advantage of every hour I can get.”

“Do you want one of us to walk you back?” Kili asked.

I shook my head.

“I’ll be fine, it’s not far. You guys have fun.” I gave him a reassuring smile before exchanging goodnights with the table and making my way outside.

The rain had significantly lessened since nightfall. It was more of a light drizzle now, compared to the downpour we’d experienced for three days. Hopefully that meant it would pass by the time we headed out in the morning. Thorin had made it clear that no matter the weather, our journey would resume the next day.

I tensed up as I heard the faint crunching of footsteps walking behind me. They were approaching quickly, and something told me it wasn’t just someone out for an evening stroll. I whirled around quickly and saw the taller, blonde man from the bar. The main one who’d been speaking to me. He stood approximately six yards away, with a sick smile spread across his face.

“You left without saying goodnight.” He taunted as he sauntered slowly towards me.

I glowered wordlessly at him as he continued to move in my direction. I knew he was trying to intimidate me.

“Your husband lets you walk home alone?” He continued, feigning a tone of concern.

“I don’t need him to protect me. Trust me.” I said, as I discreetly moved my hand to my side and loosened the strap around one of my daggers. “This is your chance to walk away.”

The man didn’t heed my warning as he continued to slowly close the space between us. As he grew closer, I heard a second, faint crunch of gravel from what sounded like several yards behind me. As I’d already anticipated, his friend was closing in from the back. They intended to take me off guard. Or so they thought. The man’s sick grin grew larger, as I was sure he believed everything was moving according to plan.

I shrugged.

“Alright, your choice then.”

The first man lunged toward me, closing the space between us within seconds. As he reached his arms out to grab me I stepped back and brought my fist hurling upwards with all of my strength. It caught him directly under his chin, and I heard his teeth clash together loudly as the force of my blow sent him flying off of his feet. He landed with a thud against the ground a few feet away. His grin had turned downwards into a scowl.

I felt the breeze from the second man behind me as he also lunged, attempting to wrap his arms around my body. I allowed him to start bringing his arms around me, and as he began to try to wrap me up I reached my arms backward, locking them around the back of his neck. I bent forward and used his own momentum against him, flinging him over my shoulder and slamming him into the ground on his back. I heard him let out a groan as the air was knocked forcefully from his lungs. He rolled over onto his side, coughing and gasping for breath.

“I told you guys not to.” I said, taunting them as they both lay on the ground. I felt the surge of adrenaline run through me, as a piece of the old Lilith came crawling back into my consciousness. The cold blooded assassin, the merciless killer. The Lilith I’d fought to suppress.

The first man regained his footing. Blood seeped from between his lips, and through his scowl I could see a few jagged, broken teeth from where my fist had connected to his jaw.

“You’ll pay for that.” He spat.

He swung his arms out savagely in an attempt to catch me across the face. I ducked out of his reach with ease. In the same motion I drew my blade, and as the man reached out to make a swipe at me a second time I swung the dagger. It caught him across the chest, and I heard the sound of fabric tearing along with the sick squelch of flesh being cut. He let out a groan of pain as he stumbled backward, gripping the already bloody wound across his body.

I whirled around as I heard the second man had gotten to his feet. As I turned to face him I felt a fist connect solidly with my nose. It only stunned me for a moment, and as I took a step back to steady myself I saw the man’s other fist come flying toward me. I reached up and blocked the blow, catching his much larger fist in my small hand. I gripped his hand tightly and pulled him down to my level, bringing my head forward at the same time. I smashed my forehead into the man’s nose, and as we connected I heard the sick crunch of bone breaking. He stumbled backward, immediately clutching his face as blood poured from his nose. I took advantage of his temporary blindness and savagely swung my foot out, kicking him dead in the center of his chest. He went flying several yards back into the door of a vacant building. He tried to push himself forward to stand, but fell back against the door and crumpled to the ground instead. Clearly he’d had enough.

The first man however, didn’t seem to have surrender in mind. He came back at me with a knife of his own, swinging it erratically. I dodged each swing with ease, and as he came across for a third attempt I planted my foot on his knee and kicked, causing it to break backwards. There was a loud crack, followed by the man’s bellowing screams of pain as he fell to the ground. From his new position in the dirt his groans of pain quickly turned into a growl of anger, as he reached out once again to try and catch me with the blade. I caught his hand with ease, gripping it tightly as I knelt down to his level. His eyes grew wide as he struggled to free himself from my grasp, fully recognizing my strength.

“What are you?” He asked, his voice trembling in a terrified whisper.

I leaned in closer, as close as he’d gotten to me in the bar, and whispered in his ear.

“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

Without hesitation I grasped his fingers with my other hand, ripping them backwards. There was a crack as they broke and contorted sickly out of place, so far backward that his nails touched the backside of his hand. He screamed again as the dagger dropped from his grasp and I released him. I picked his fallen dagger up and stood as he continued to howl in pain. I toyed with it between my fingers as my attention turned to the second man. He was standing in the threshold of the building I’d knocked him into, looking worriedly from his friend to me. As he made a move to run away I quickly closed the distance between us and shoved him back into the door. His eyes widened in fear as he looked down at me, silently pleading for mercy.

“We were only joking. Please.” He squeaked.

I felt my eyes darken as I looked up. How many women had they put in my position? Women that hadn’t been able to defend themselves. Whether it was a drunken impulse or they were hardened predators, I didn’t care. They’d picked the wrong one, and I wouldn’t let there be another chance after me.

“I’m sure you were.” I growled.

I gripped the man’s wrist, holding his hand against the door. With my other hand I brought his friend’s dagger down with a swing and drove it through his palm, deep into the wood. He let out a bellowing scream and I stepped back, feeling a devilish grin spread across my own face. His blood curdling cries of pain mingled with the whimpers of his friend, lying broken on the ground behind me.

“I gave you the chance to walk away.” I said coldly, turning to leave.

“Lilith!”

I turned back to the direction of the tavern and saw Kili and Fili running to me. Thorin’s instructions to not cause a scene leapt back into my mind, and I hoped they’d just decided it was time to leave and the whole establishment hadn’t heard the struggle outside. Or the men’s screams that still pierced the evening air.

As they approached I saw their eyes wander from me to the two, bloodied men. They stopped short, both wearing a look of shock on their faces.

“What…happened?” Fili questioned hesitantly.

I nodded towards the men. The one on the ground was slowly dragging himself with his unbroken hand and leg over to his friend, who was desperately trying to free his hand from the dagger I’d driven through it.

“Just a lesson in respect.” I said. I suddenly became aware of the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I’d almost forgotten one of them actually landed a hit.

Kili glowered at the two men. He seemed to recognize they were the ones from the tavern.

“They tried to hurt you?” He asked through gritted teeth.

I reached up and dabbed at the blood pouring from my nose with the back of my tunic sleeve. It was certainly throbbing, but it was nothing compared to what I’d sustained from fights back home in the past.

“They tried.”

As if on cue, the man whose hand I’d pinned to the door let out a curdling scream of pain as he tried again to unsuccessfully rip the dagger from the wood.

Fili chuckled as he looked from the men back to me, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t look like it went too well for them.”

I shook my head as well as I spit onto the ground, trying to rid my mouth of the taste of blood. I could feel the trickle still pouring from my nose, and I saw Kili’s frown deepen at the sight.

“No it didn’t.” I confirmed.

Kili stepped closer to me. He grabbed my hand and looked at the blood smeared across my knuckles. I honestly wasn’t sure if it was mine or one of theirs. I was sure I looked far worse than I actually felt.

“Are you alright?” He asked quietly. His expression had softened from anger to one of genuine concern, and I felt the small flutter run through my stomach again.

“I’m fine. Just a bloody nose.” I said quickly, pulling my hand from his and wiping it on my other sleeve. “It looks worse than it is.”

“Can’t say the same for them.” Fili said, gesturing towards the men.

I spit again, this time in their direction.

“They’ll think twice before they try to touch a woman again.”

Kili’s glare returned as his attention turned from me back to the two wounded assailants.

“Speaking of, what should we do about that?” He asked. I saw his hand move to grip the sword at his side.

One of the men let out another howl of pain, and I looked around the alley uncertainly. I had no qualms with justified murder, especially given the situation. But we couldn’t risk causing any more of a scene.

“We should probably get out of here.” I said, putting my hand on Kili’s arm that gripped his blade. “Thorin didn’t want us to draw attention to ourselves. And I’ve already done that.”

The brothers nodded as we turned and headed quickly back to the inn, leaving the two men whimpering and screaming behind us.

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thedarkone121 · 2 years ago

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Taeko Kamado - Fanart for @ladyofthebluelight

Yeah, I couldn’t help myself. I was waiting for the next chapter last week and my brain thought it would be a good idea to draw some fanart for The Seventh Stand User is… A Kamado?! And I chose Taeko, the OC granddaughter of Tanjiro Kamado! And yes, it is Jojo and Demon Slayer crossover. I recommend it.

I tried to draw Queen Titania but art block hit me so hard! Maybe next time once I’m out of this art block. I hope you enjoy Taeko and what my interpretation of what her lower clothes are like. I have no idea if jean-shorts and leggings were a fashion style in the 80s but I figured; she’s going to Egypt.

#jojo stardust crusaders #jojo bizarre adventure #demon slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #ladyofthebluelight #my art #darky draws #not my oc #the seventh stand user is… a kamado?!

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magickedteacup · 1 year ago

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The wave patterns in the photo remind me of back when I was in grade school and hadn’t figured out social skills, or the ins and outs of conversational turn-taking, yet, I’d do things like sit by myself and make these involved stick structures or dig elaborate structures in the sand. Diagnosing autism wasn’t really a thing then like it is now. I didn’t hear the term autism until I was in college, and I didn’t get the label of it applied in my direction until my late twenties.

Developing specific skills in the arts and all was cool, but I still recall vividly feeling like I was enclosed like a prisoner in my own head sometimes. There was this girl I probably had a crush on in middle school (I still remember thinking of her as very, particularly beautiful and amazing, the most beautiful) and she complimented my drawn fan art of her Animorphs fan art, twice even, and I didn’t even know what to say. I just stayed quiet and kept drawing. Like a rock. It probably looked like I was ignoring her… Like, if you were to literalize what the inside of my head looked like, it would have said “I don’t know the words that I am supposed to say in this situation; someone is going to have to explicitly teach me what the words are for this specific situation;” and adding facial expressions to the words would have been even more unimaginable; even though in hindsight, the answer is obviously, give a natural smile and say, “thank you! You’re art is so cool, even more amazing then mine” etc. etc. Such situations of “not know what I’m supposed to do or so, not even the slightest hint of it” or “the inside of my head at this moment looks like a ball of grey fuzz; no thoughts just empty” or worse “no thoughts; so I pull up the wrong social script and diction” would end up creating a lot of problems for me at various stages…

I know it’s not every such similar person’s experience, but having lived like that for nearly three decades makes me very, especially appreciative of things like the functions of eye gaze and being able to look at people’s face’s in real-time and be able to process the information and respond to it. Neurotypical people talk about “eye contact” all the time, but how many of such people really understand or appreciate what that actually means. And hint: it’s not staring into another person’s eyeballs for uncomfortably prolonged periods. Being able to look into people’s faces while talking to them and understand what it is that you’re seeing is, for real, a gift, that is probably often taken for granted.

(And if you’re wondering what changed for me, I couldn’t give you another substantiated beyond, in my late twenties I noticed that I was processing things… differently than I used to, and faster. It felt like the inside of my brain was gradually becoming a different place than it used to be. It could be an ages and stages of brain development thing, but by coincidence at the same period I was also intensifying my meditation practices for longer periods, and there’s scientific evidence of such practices helping to develop the matter in the brain that helps process information. So probably all of the above. I’m not saying that this will/will not or could/could not happen to other people, because I just don’t know. My sense is that for most people, even with the adjustment of late stage brain development, the crossover from struggling with to having greater fluency in processing facial expressions and other nonverbals is probably a pretty big, if not insurmountable, leap, just because of how much information it has to account for. But it’s what happened in this particular instance, and probably contributes to how I could comfortably enter the field of speech therapy. On top of which, entering the field of speech therapy is probably how I, ah, inadvertently ended up doing communication therapy and skills development on myself, as well as doing education for family members, since undiagnosed autism and ADHD seems to run in the family...)

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donna-medusa-gorgon · 10 months ago

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Hazbin Hotel got released! And I pulled myself out of hell to release this old artwork

So if it wasn’t clear by the absolute gravesite this sideblog is, although I was a big fan of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, I ended up falling out of it. But I won’t lie, I had a lot of fun making Donna and the triplets and the love story with Rosie. Drawing and writing about her was something I genuinely enjoyed and I never deleted this blog because I had so much fun. I honestly still miss creating stuff about Donna, and I still have a lot of ideas for her, but for now this is it.

When I first made Donna, it was all the way back when all that we had of Hazbin was the small animated shots we had, which I enjoyed a lot, so I wanted to make my own OC. Since I learned that Hell was loosely based off of Dante’s Inferno, I pulled inspiration from there. Dante’s Inferno is not just bible fanfiction though-it’s crossover fanfiction too because Dante put a lot of different mythologies in there actually, especially Greek Mythology. And in one scene, when he is about to enter the city of Dis, he and Virgil are attacked by the Furies, who threaten to bring out Medusa, before they are stopped by an angel who opens the gates and lets them go in.

So I merged the angel and Medusa together and made the furies the children of that character and that’s how I got Donna and the triplets. Yeah, the full story of Donna is that she was a seraphim name Abbadona (another tie to hell because Abbadon is another name for Satan I think). She was suppose to be a guardian of the city of Dis in Hell, however one day she couldn’t stand the cries of people anymore, and tried to help a person. However she only ended up being pulled down while that person escaped, and burned by the Hellfire turning her into a demon. The transformation was so terrible when she got out she wandered to the surface, where Ancient Greece saw her monsterous form and called her Medusa. Not knowing any better, she just kept that name. She actually ended up falling in love with Perseus and Andromache, but she couldn’t control her powers at that time and ended up accidentally turning Perseus to stone, and Andromache killed herself because of it. She eventually found herself back in hell, where she tried to live a low life but after was almost killed, she ended up deciding she was going to do whatever it takes to climb to the top where she would never be powerless again. Her children only motivated her more do so, and she became the Drug Overlord in Hell. Lucifer recognizing her, gave her the city of Dis (since she has power over it anyway) and since people were calling her Don or Donna Medusa, she named herself Donna Medusa Gorgon and became one of the most powerful overlords in hell. Her children, Aria, Aurora, and Angelo are destined to become the Furies and the most ruthless guardians in hell.

There was a lot wrong with Donna and the story I wrote for her, it was basic and mary-sue-ish in hindsight, but she was and is still one of my favorite characters I made. I haven’t check the show out yet, but I will, and who knows maybe I’ll be inspired to make more of Donna. But I hope everyone else can enjoy the show and they are inspired to create and have fun as well.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel oc #donna gorgon #donna medusa gorgon #I don’t know how to end this lol #I just really wanted to talk about my girl and get everything out there #I wish I had more time to create stuff for her and the triplets and Rosie #but this is it lol #anyway I know I’m late but I hope everyone who was looking forward to it enjoyed the show

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tumbling-darkling · 4 years ago

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Midnight Hang-Outs

This is a small crossover between Danny Phantom and DC! (Specifically Danny and Harley Quinn!) Following the prompts from Day 11 and 12 - Midnight and Scars (more of mentioned than revolving around it) Harley might be slightly ooc because I don’t read a lot of DC comics but maybe consider it more of like AU Harley Quinn. Mother hen. She feeds the vigilantes of Gotham on slow nights.

Harley glanced over to the boy sitting next to her on the rooftop of the Gotham Bank, she had been planning to break into it to draw out some fun with any nearby vigilantes but instead she had spotted the scrawniest looking glowing teen she’d ever seen. Well he was the only glowing teen she’d ever seen, but the poor kid was struggling against some freak in a white suit.

He had already devoured about 10 of the breakfast sandwiches she bought from a nearby 24 hour fast food joint, she couldn’t remember the name but her pal, Jeremy, always worked late shifts and gave her most of the grease filled wraps for free. Which she got a total of 20 and was beginning to worry that it wasn’t enough for this endless void. She thought she could calculate this kind of thing better based on Batsy’s kids, then again none of them had powers. That must be the factor throwing her off.

She glanced over him again, taking in his features for probably the hundredth time since she spotted him. White hair that gently wisped around his face like he was constantly underwater, pale blue-green skin with neon green freckles that sparkled like stars in the night, toxic green eyes that matched the freckles, flecks of blue hidden within the irises that shone in the right light. He hand pointed ears and little baby fangs, and his suit itself reminded her of the superheroes she’s faced before, but the material seemed all wrong when she got a closer look. It wasn’t spandex, or that thick armour like fibre that Batsy likes to use. She didn’t know what it was made out of. That flaming looking D was enough to hint at a superhero gig, like Superman and that ‘S’ on his chest. She didn’t care that it was supposed to be a symbol for hope, his name was Superman and that thing was an S, end of conversation.

The kid had taken off those gloves in order to eat, she didn’t blame him though, eating with gloves on was weird, and those white gloves would stain like a motherfucker. What caught her attention about it was the scars. Little one littered this kid's hands, and then there was a ligament scar coating his left hand. It was the brightest of all the scars, glowing slightly a wicked green as if he was still being electrocuted.

She turned her gaze back to the streets below, “So, what are you doing out this late?” She asked, avoiding sensitive topics like the scar. “It has to be way past midnight at this point.”

The kid glanced over to her, then shrugged, “had to chase Boxy all the way out here, the dude flies fast for a ghost obsessed in boxes.”

Harley glanced back over, noticing the kid now had finished the last of the sandwiches as he looked in the bag for more, shoving the garbage into it once he confirmed there was nothing left, “Boxy? Was that the freak in white?”

The kid shook his head, “nah, that was a government agent. G.I.W, or the Guys in White. Must’ve followed me, cornered me after I was already exhausted from chasing Boxy all over town. Boxy is the Box Ghost, blue ghost dude in overalls, fairly harmless but he can be a pain in the ass when he wants to be.”

“Want me to blow the rest of those agents up for you?” Harley asked, leaning closer while flashing a sinister grin.

The kid jerked back, “no! No it’s fine, just caught me off guard! I can handle them just fine, you don’t need to blow anyone up!” He squeaked out quickly, wildly waving his hands around. Harley couldn’t help but grin at the display, he reminded her a lot of Batsy’s kids. Energetic, good hearts (most of the time), think they can handle the world.

“So are you one of Batsy’s kids? Harley voiced her thoughts.

The kid blinked owlishly at her, “Batsy’s… you mean Batman? The Batman?”

Harley shrugged, “yeah, Batsy. He has quite a lot of them so I like to try and stay updated when he gets a new kid. You almost fit the bill, young teen, dark past, though the powers would be new.”

“How do you know I have a dark past?”

“Well, you said you were a ghost, right? Meaning you died and judging by your age, died before you even finished high school. I’d call that a dark past,” she kept out the lingering question of how he died, that wasn’t something you exactly ask someone when you first meet them. “So you aren’t one of Batsy’s kids?”

The kid shook his head, “nope,” he popped the p, “never even met the dark knight before. I barely visit Gotham, well anywhere if I can help it, I try to keep my problems in my home turf.”

“I see, you know what, I should’ve known better. Batsy would never let his kids run around this late anyway,” she hummed. “I did once see him chew a Robin out for fighting crime past his curfew, it got me arrested for sticking around to watch but boy was it worth it!” She laughed. She was surprised that Batman hadn’t gotten to this kid yet, anyhow. He didn’t always stick around Gotham ever since he joined that hero club, but that just meant that this dude had even more of a chance to find this kid. Must be dumb luck or something.

“Batman puts curfews on his sidekicks?” The kid asked, mouth agape.

“Well duh, the guy is all about the well-being of his kids. He has a no killing rule but he gets close to breaking it when one of his kids gets almost killed. He keeps them well fed, makes sure they sleep, I know because I can hear him from across rooftops at times and I fight enough of his kids to notice they aren’t skin and bones like you.”

The kid looked down at his ungloved hands, and she noticed him tracing the pattern of the ligament scar lightly with his other hand. His expression changed as he seemed to run through a series of thoughts before he spoke again, “why did you help me?” He asked, not looking up to meet her eyes, “you are a villain, right? You fight Batman and Robin, and other superheroes too if they face you. You know I’m not a villain, you said so yourself. So why help me? Wouldn’t it be better to just let a vigilante kid get knocked off so you don’t have to deal with him in future crimes?”

Harley felt her heart shatter, who the fuck hurt this kid like this? “I’m not some heartless bitch,” she said in a matter of fact tone, “you and all the teen sidekicks or vigilantes out there are still fucking kids. I have morals, and some villains don’t have the same morals as me, but seeing you getting kicked around by some freak in an alley where no one could see you? That kind of shit rubs me the wrong way. I fight teen heroes from time to time because I know they can handle it, they can fight back and I myself won’t stoop so low as to kill them if I manage to get in a few lucky hits.” She lightly nudged his shoulder, “and it’s not like you’ve personally wronged me or anything. I felt like being nice, helping out. You seem like a good kid, so why not help you out? Maybe one day I can call a favour and you can distract Bats while I kidnap the president?” She joked.

The kid looked up suddenly, sending his hair in rippling waves as he was giving her a wide eyed and the most worried look imaginable. She couldn’t help but let out another laugh, “I’m joking!” She clarified. “But I think we could have some pretty interesting game nights with Ivy. Not illegal game night, more like Uno or something. Maybe just a little gambling.”

The kid relaxed again, “well… uh… thanks. For helping me. And the food. And talking,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at the sky.

“No problem, be sure to come visit again. Hey, maybe I can even introduce you to Bats at some point! Make a big show and pretend you are a villain and then BAM! Just kidding he’s just a glowing vigilante I helped out once!” She stood up, stretching her arms a little, “be sure to take it easy on your way to your home by the way, maybe take a nap or something on the way there.”

The kid nodded with a smile and stood up with her, then paused as shock filled his eyes and he spun quickly towards Harley, “Wait- how do you know I sleep-?”

Harley laughed, “well, I don’t think ghosts normally eat, so I’m assuming you sleep too,” she offered a soft smile, “just take it easy, and hey, if you ever find yourself in trouble.” Harley then pulled out a business card she usually kept for shits and giggles, handing over the poorly designed card to the kid, “know that you have a friend in Gotham who’s ready to help. And who knows how to get Batsy’s attention the fastest.” She winked.

The kid took the card, a confused grin tugging at his lips, “thanks. Hey, uh. I go by Phantom. Since I never really introduced myself.”

“Well Phantom, nice to meet you,” Harley grinned back.

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archaeopter-ace · 3 years ago

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Writing Progress

For the longest time, I did a pretty good job at ‘only have one serious WIP at a time,’ and I knew a lot of other authors spawned new AUs all the time but I couldn’t see myself being one of them, I was much more determined to shove new ideas onto the backburner until they fizzled into nothing, never to see the light of day.

And now the shoe is on the other foot, and though I’m not sure how I got here, I can’t say I regret it ;P

So, without further ado:

Don’t Listen to Kafka: This is still a Work in Progress, I SWEAR. First chapter of the next installment is about 70% done, but I’m gonna need a lot more buffer before I’m ready to post, and I also still have to decide whether a ‘Get Enrique out the Darklands’ plot should be worked in here, or saved for later. Quite the conundrum, given how many other events and complicated plot threads are predicated on it, and it’s honestly really daunting to try to figure out how to deal with Gunmar once and for all. On the flipside, given that rescuing Enrique drives so much of the plot once Bular is killed, it feels like leaving the story unfinished to leave him in the Darklands. Of course, if my paralyzing indecision and writer’s block prevents me from finishing the story, then the story is still unfinished but in a much more literal way...

North Salem Possibilities: I had some ideas for what happns next, but haven’t fleshed much out. Truthfully, I’ve sort of fallen out of the phandom once again, but if the past (*checks calendar*) 13 years of falling in and out of this fandom is any indication, I will definitely come back around someday

Through Myself and Back Again: The next chapter is half done! Or possiby it’s 90% done because I am considering splitting it in two. I haven’t touched it since December, though (see above) and what I have got done needs a rewrite, since I realized I was making it more complicated for myself than it needed to be. Looking forward to writing Sam’s POV, and, later, introducing Jazz’s daemon. Possibly some of my ideas will just be written up as meta rather than fic chapters, like dealing with Vlad’s whole deal.

I Was a Teenage Troll: I’ve got bits and pieces written, but don’t expect an update anytime soon. This one is very much on the backburner, and whenever I do get a surge of ToA inspiration, I try to direct that towards DLtK, so yeah. Still really love this AU!

In Loco Parentis: So I haven’t even starting posting this one yet, but if you’re wondering where all my current energies are being invested, this is it. This is the thing that is The Most Exciting Thing to my brain right now, a crossover between Forever and Daredevil that began with two unrelated thoughts: 1. What if Henry Morgan adopted more kids than just Abe? At least as often as Bruce Wayne, spread out over decades - he’d probably be a grandfather several times over, can you imagine the family reunions? and 2. Forever is a police procedural and like all procedurals they take a very loose approach to due process and fourth amendment rights, including treating ‘lawyering up’ as a confession of guilt/worst possible roadblock to an investigation, instead of, you know, a constitutional right and good idea all-around. Gosh I’d love to drop a competent defense attorney like Matt Murdock on their heads and take them down a peg.

I am so deep down this rabbit hole that I swore I wasn’t going to go down, lol. There’s so many parallels to draw - but also points of delicious conflict. Like Henry and Matt are both stubborn men who hold strongly to their moral codes, and are willing to lay down their lives to help complete strangers, but where Henry holds to his oaths to First Do No Harm as much as he possibly can, the line Matt is unwilling to cross is Thou Shalt Not Kill, leaving a lot of grievous bodily harm still on the table. Also they were both at one point locked in the back of a New York taxi that was driven into the river in order to drown them in a plot orchestrated by their nemesis, which is a weirdly specific coincidence.

#my writing

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disneydude94 · 3 years ago

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What’s going on guys? There’s a lot of multitasking going on because my mom needs my help including my siblings to get things ready for “Nutcracker” performance.

And also that I have to get my house ready for Christmas decorations. I can still draw and do fanfics between here and DeviantArt, but I am still struggling to go through my emotional since Marcy or (COUGH) Darcy.

My info box remains open and you’re welcome to ask me for request. I can only do for normal and crossover that’s related to Disney including Marvel, Star Wars, and Pixar.

I join Twitter last night since I couldn’t help myself, but looked up many posts. Let me know if you ask me questions.

Thank you and I’ll see you real soon!

Taglist:

@ilovetvtoons @kevintoons915 @marcanne-lover @crazydisneynerd123 @multifandoms13 @ashi2210 @iamnota-sexualperson @lmjdraws @a-pastel-unicorn @thatonedorkthatdraws @diamondtheartist @bolt2022

#disneydude94 #disney #amphibia #marcy wu #ask me #my emotions #disney crossover

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drowningbydegrees · 3 years ago

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Fanfic Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @lokibus! <3 <3 <3

How many works do you have on Ao3?

54. I've written quite a bit more, but I just can't be bothered to carry over most of the fics from my LJ days. Also, once upon a time I had a super insecure streak and I went on an orphaning spree, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What’s your total Ao3 word count?

Apparently 457,241! Kinda same as above.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Though I Try Not To (The Witcher)

I'm so weirdly pleased about this. I fell into Witcher fandom totally by accident. I don't usually do fixit fics, but I couldn't help myself. This is, I think, the only fic to date where I've started posting as a WIP and actually followed through and finished.

Where All Roads Lead (MCU)

If there is one plot device I'm just eternally a sucker for, it's time travel shenanigans. This was one of the two time travely fics I wrote for Stucky fandom.

For The Space of a Heartbeat (The Witcher)

I'm honestly really surprised by this? This was totally just a self indulgent spur of the moment kinda thing, and it's only a couple thousand words.

Even in the Dark I Know You (The Witcher)

Okay, I lied. There were two WIPs I actually followed through and finished. This started as a random oneshot for a whump week thing, and then the prompt for the next day fit so well with a follow up chapter that this just turned into a whole story. I really enjoy subverting tropes and with witcher biology I see a lot of sensory overload kinds of fics, so I decided to play with the idea in reverse.

Even if it Hurts (Even if it Makes Me Bleed) (The Witcher)

So, most of the time when I settle into a fandom, there's one fic idea that I feel like I cannot leave without writing. For Witcher fandom, this was that fic. I have a lot of complicated thoughts about soulmates as a romantic concept, even more so when you're involving characters like Geralt, for whom fate is so often a double edged sword. This story was very much an excuse to dig into what soulmates mean for personal agency under the guise of a narrative. XD

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Admittedly, I do this with embarrassing inconsistency. Basically, what happens is: * Something gets a good response. * I respond to a few comments and then find myself overwhelmed (mentally, not as in there are a truly overwhelming number of comments). * I step away for a bit. * A month later I realize I still haven't replied. Cue paralyzing indecision about whether it's too late to reply. * Rinse and repeat.

I do want to! And I'm working on it. I've gotten a little better about it, but my apologies to anyone who I haven't responded to. Please know I'm not intentionally ignoring you. ;_;

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Oh hmm. I had a reputation for a really long time as primarily an angst writer, but pretty much all my stories have a happy ending for some given quantity of happy. I guess it kind of depends on how one qualifies that.

Noonwraiths and Other Woodland Forest Creatures maybe. It's got a got a pretty fluffy ending.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It's a tossup.

I, The Paradox, which is my other time travel fic from my Stucky fandom days, with a paradox (shocking) that lands Steve with two versions of Bucky. For plot purposes even! It's not a particularly smutty story. It ends sort of ambiguously. There's a sequel outlined that was meant to resolve said ambiguity, but alas, it's still sitting in my WIP folder.

Truth in the Periphery. It's a psychological horror story I wrote for an event. I think it's the only fanfic I've ever written that was really intended as a hurt/no comfort kind of story.

Do you write crossovers?

I haven't, but not because I specifically don't. I've just never had an idea that felt compelling enough to follow through on.

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Maaaaybe once or twice a long, long, long time ago, back when FFN was still the best option for posting outside of LiveJournal. I don't think it was even about the writing. I think it was someone was mad that my much younger self tried to sneak smut onto FFN.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind?

I have such a love/hate relationship with smut in my own work. I used to write it a lot because I felt like I had to. It was until I came to terms with being more or less ace irl that it occurred to me why I didn't enjoy writing it. Weirdly, I like reading it just fine.

The thing is, while I don't really care for the physical aspect of it, I like the emotional touchpoints of it, so I do still write smut sometimes. It just tends to be a little cursory in terms of action details and heavy on character dynamics.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. But I used to RP a lot, and it's always been a lot of fun, so I wouldn't be opposed to the idea!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Oh shoot. From a romantic standpoint that varies so much depending on what fandom I'm currently feeling enthusiastic about. It's pretty much always a specific character that draws me to a fandom, so I think the most consistent ship I have is favorite character/unconditional love and support. XD

What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The sequel to I, The Paradox I mentioned earlier.

What are your writing strengths?

If there's one thing I feel like I have a consistently good handle on, it's emotional impact. I put a lot of thought into why people make the choices they do and how they relate to each other, and I would like to think I'm reasonably adept at leading readers to the emotional response I'm going for.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions. I'm just forever in awe of people who can just write settings/action naturally. It's a constant effort for me, and it's the thing I always feel like I fall short on. I can write navel gazing in my sleep, but an action scene? Pfftttt.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Very situational. Kind of like in movies and television. I don't have any kind of always x or y opinion on it though.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha. It was back when I didn't have a computer of my own and would write at the library, so the only record of it was the site I used to draft and post to that is now defunct. No one is happier about this than I am. 😂

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I think I'm genuinely pretty proud of everything I've written in the last couple of years, but if I had to pick right now, it'd be It Doesn't Break But it Bends. It's a time loop fic. Someone left "Recommended but you will sob." as their bookmark note for it and I think that might be my crowning achievement in fandom.

Tagging (if you want!): @mikkeneko @goodheavensgwen @writinglizards @plotdesigner And anyone else who wants to <3

#things I'm tagged in #my fic #about me

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bi-bard · 4 years ago

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you were too polite to leave me-Elliot Alderson (Mr. Robot)

Title: you were too polite to leave me

Pairing: Elliot Alderson X Reader

Song Drawn: coney island (ft. The National)

Word Count: 1,156 words

Warning(s): Mentions of violence, hacking, references to the plot of Mr. Robot

Summary: (Context: first part in season 1, second part in season 4) Unconditional love. That’s what (y/n) had promised. However, (Y/n) didn’t expect for part of that to almost kill them. Now, (Y/n) wants to step back but- for once- Elliot doesn’t want to push away what might be the healthiest part of his life.

Author’s Note: Here’s the second part of my evermore & folklore writing challenge! You can learn more by clicking here!

Definitely gave this a happier ending than the song would’ve been

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I sighed as I looked out at the water. I was sitting on a bench, waiting for Elliot to find wherever I was sitting. Elliot and I were supposed to spend the night together and I had agreed to meet near where some of his friends meet up.

We had been together for a while now. We worked together at Allsafe for a few years before we actually ended up together. There were some nights where I would have to work late and I would just meet him here instead of just running into his apartment.

“Hey,” I jumped when I heard Elliot from behind me. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I shook my head, scooting over so he could sit next to me on the bench. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” he nodded. I didn’t even bother to make a mental note of how different his body language was. I involuntarily shivered and crossed my arms. “Are you cold?”

“I’m fine, we should be heading out anyway,” I shrugged.

“Here,” Elliot started unzipping his hoodie.

“What,” I asked. He looked confused at my shocked look. He never gave up his hoodie. “You don’t need to give up your jacket.”

“It’s just a jacket,” he shrugged. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I promise.”

I should’ve noticed his complete shift in behavior then. It would’ve saved me a lot of time.

--Time Skip--

The differences did eventually become clearer. He went through random moments where he was more aggressive instead of nervous or stressed. He was more cunning than just smart. Originally, I picked up on it but I didn’t want to push him. He could tell me in his own time.

And then he ended up in jail. I went to visit him and he panicked, apologizing and telling someone to let me go. I was led out of the jail by a guard, left to helplessly watch him get dragged out of the room. I knew then that I needed to start asking more questions... which he refused to answer.

Elliot was physically there but he wasn’t there mentally.

I didn’t want to leave him. He needed help and leaving him alone like this seemed like a bad decision. I stayed with him, hoping that he was going to explain everything to me.

It all came to a head when I found him sneaking around with Tyrell Wellick and found out that they were working for the Dark Army. I found out that I was no longer safe. I wanted to help him but I had to draw a line somewhere. My line was my life being put on the line by an organization leading the 1% of the 1%.

I gripped my kitchen knife tightly when someone knocked on my door. I walked over to the door, hand shaking slightly. I looked through the peephole and let out a sigh. Elliot. I carefully opened the door, only enough to face him, no enough to let him in.

“Hi,” he said, hands tucked in his pockets.

“Hey,” I replied. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” he explained. “Can we go somewhere?”

“Why the hell would I do that,” I hissed. “I don’t know if you noticed, I’m not really in the safest situation right now.”

“I promise, if they were keeping an eye on you, then your apartment is tapped right now,” he added quietly. “Please.”

I looked down and bit my lip. I nodded quickly before holding up a finger, telling him to wait a second. I placed the knife back on the counter and grabbed some shoes, my jacket, my key ring, and my wallet. I couldn’t give less of a shit about my phone at this point.

“Where are we going,” I asked as I locked my door.

“The safe place I can think of,” he shrugged.

I followed close behind him as we walked. It didn’t even take half of the trip to figure out where we were going.

“Oh, I get it,” I nodded. Elliot glanced at me before looking back at the ground again. I had to keep myself from grabbing his hand.

I stayed silent for the rest of the trip. We walked to the bench and sat down, looking at the water. I looked around, finally catching sight of the sign on one of the buildings.

“I feel so stupid,” I said. Elliot looked over to where I was. The sign read fsociety. “It was right in front of me.”

“You didn’t have a reason to be looking,” he replied. I nodded and shrugged. “I came back here.”

“Hmm,” I hummed.

“When you left,” he explained. “I came back and sat here. I stared at the water and tried to feel what you did. You stayed with me for so long. You had no reason to stay... and every reason to leave.”

“Is this what you wanted to tell me?”

“This bench wasn’t right without you here,” he added. “It felt like an anomaly. I... I miss you.”

“Elliot,” I sighed. “I... I miss you too... I just can’t get back into this without some information.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” I said. “I need to know what you hid from me. I need to know exactly what’s going on before I jump back in. And I hate pushing you but I... I need to be safe.”

Elliot nodded. I listened to the rest of his story. Meeting Mr. Robot, the initial hack, finding out who and what Mr. Robot was, the incident with Tyrell, the follow-up, why he ended up getting arrested, everything.

“So, that time you screamed about me being attacked... Mr. Robot was the one attacking me,” I asked. Elliot nodded. “And those changes in behavior are about Mr. Robot.”

“He is in control at that point,” he explained. I nodded. “I know it’s dangerous. And I know it’s scary. I just... I want you. I’ve never trusted someone so much. What’s good about what fsociety has done if I lose you. I... I love you.”

I sat in silence for a moment. Carefully, I reached over and grabbed his hand. He stared at our hands.

“I love you too,” I said. He looked at me. I felt tears well up in my eyes. “I just want this to be over. So bad.”

“It will be... soon,” he promised.

Elliot leaned over and kissed my cheek softly. I chuckled at him.

“What?”

“You just kissed my cheek,” I replied. “Kiss me properly, Elliot.”

He grinned at me before leaning over and kissing me gently. I reached up and cupped the side of his face. I pulled away a little bit, leaning my forehead on his.

“One more thing and then we’re done,” he promised quietly. “I swear.”

“Okay,” I mumbled. “One more.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” I rubbed his cheeks with my thumbs. “So, so much.”

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