#Fireside Friendship

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Fireside Friendship [Mando x GN!Reader]

Warnings and Information: No real age rating for this one. This is just good, wholesome fluff where you and Mando go camping between one of his bounties under the guise of "survival training" for Grogu. No real indication on what season of the show. One brief moment of panic on Mando's part when Grogu goes temporarily "missing". Helmet stays on. Campfire games/stories. No description of Reader's gender or looks [If I've slipped up, kindly let me know]. Second person POV. Some swearing.

I haven't watched The Last of Us, but can you spot the nod to it?

Word-count: 3,700

This little one had an amusing proclivity for trouble. For the fifth time in as many minutes, with delighted babbling, the little green child started chasing after another three-eyed amphibian he'd spotted. You found the boy adorable; those big, sweet eyes, and ears that moved with his emotions, the six curious little fingers that demanded to touch every little thing this galaxy had to offer. 

Even things that would make him sick, like this frog with a powerful hallucinogenic compound that it was capable of secreting through its skin as a defensive measure.

That was not something his guardian wanted to deal with or find out of it most effective topically, or worse yet, orally. The gleaming beskar and dark t-visor of the man's helmet whipped around in a blink. He dropped an item back into the supply crate, calling out sharply over the vocoder. "No, Grogu-!" 

While the little one's legs were short, he could be surprisingly fast. You were faster. Swooping him up yet again before he reached the gurgling banks of the little river, you turned a deaf ear to the protestful whines and fussing. "Gotcha, ya little womprat. Stop wandering off, kiddo. And I'm not putting you down. Gonna give him a heart attack." You weren't falling for his pity-me coos anymore.

The exasperated huff of an exhale was probably meant for you this time more so than the other half of Clan Mudhorn. Up until recent days, you were unaware that Clans could be so small.

"What," you tease, guessing that underneath the helmet, you're being given a very pointed glare, "you think I don't hear how worried you get?" Another huff. Softer, this time. His shoulders go slack. 

"You're welcome, by the way." you add, playfully bouncing the little guy in your arms. The action makes him erupt in a peal of giggles and squeals. Gloved fingers now go limp along with the rest of him as he watches the child, "Thank you," his arms reach out now, "I can take him." 

You shake your head softly, holding Grogu gently to your chest, and the little one leans into the gesture. Large eyes peer over in the direction of the beskar-clad figure, a silent plea, or perhaps an effort of persuasion, that Grogu wishes to remain with you a moment longer. "It's okay. I've got him. You can go ahead and take care of what you need. I'll keep Grogu entertained." You promise, carefully dropping onto your butt and tucking your legs under you in a comfortable manner to hold the endlessly curious little lifeform in your arms as long as his guardian needed.

A third huff, but this time, full of gratitude and relief. "Thank you… I guess that would make getting everything ready a lot easier." You nod silently to say of course. You'd been happy to help when he stopped at the local cantina and asked if there was anyone he could hire to take him to a safe but secluded part of the forest on this planet. You'd been happy to give him your name, which he rarely used, strangely, and learn his “nickname” in kind when you asked who was looking to hire you. You'd been happy to meet the "little one" he'd spoken of when he led you back to his ship after the "contract" (just for formality's sake) was completed. You'd been happy to spend these last few days guiding this man and his… son, perhaps, through what was practically your backyard. 

You knew this forest well. All the best spots for trapping and hunting and fishing. The gentlest rivers for soaking your feet to cool off. The gusty clearings that were rife with docile native fauna. So when the drink-slinger who worked the joint day in and day out told him "Your best bet is taking them along. They've lived out here all their life." and this Mandalorian, clad in stoic beskar and a helmet he's never once removed in your presence, didn't need more convincing than that. 

Continuing to gently bounce Grogu in your arms, you look over to the hired gun who hired you for a guide. "May I ask you a question?" He's stacking and unstacking items in the cached supply crate. You wonder what he's looking for, but it's not what you have in mind to ask. "About you." you add.

There's no pause in his work when he answers you. "I suppose."

"Your helmet? Do-"

"I took a Creed." he fires off, all too quickly. In a low breath, Mando as you've been calling him offers an uttered apology. He's a little tired after the day's hike in his armor. He shouldn't have lost his temper with you, it wasn't exactly fair of him. He's sorry. 

"Easy…" you laugh, attempting to placate the surge of his temper, "I figured there's gotta be a reason by now, Mando. It's really none of my business why. I just wanted to know if you ever found it uncomfortable to sleep with your helmet on, or if you've accounted for that with specialized padding."

You believe the question surprises him. That perhaps for once in many a blue moon someone isn't asking him to remove his helmet, or why he wears it. That you acknowledge why he wears it is none of your business. "'Specialized'-?" Mando shakes his head, chuckling softly. It's perhaps the first time he's done so without it being directed at Grogu. "No. Not really. It's something you learn to get used to, in my way of life, after you've sworn the Creed." 

You nod. "Fair enough. May I ask another?" He simply nods this time, turning back to the crate. "Just what are you doing in the cache? You've been sorting it out since we got here." 

His search halts when he finds three ration packs to bring back to the future fireside. "Trying to find what's freshest for us to eat."

"Oh, that's kind of you, but you don't have to worry about freshness too much," you chuckle, "it'll all be less than a standard month old. I stock these caches myself. They're for anyone to use. Hunters, fishers… people who just want to go camping. Even mercenaries. I've been doing this for a long time." you say with a little gesture of your hand, indicating the pines and the cache and the fire pit you've dug. 

His head and the helmet with it tilts softly to the left. "Is there anything you don't do? You agree to help strangers, hike three days out into a remote forest, and have helped me show Grogu how to survive. Or, try to." Grogu breaks into a gurgle-y laugh at the mention of his name, little hands straining hard to reach over to Mando. "He… might have been too young for this after all. Grogu probably sees this as some sort of fun camping trip."

It's the most Mando's spoken in a while. He's more a man of action than words, you suppose. You're okay with that. "Well… Leave the planet, I guess. I've been here my whole life. The Empire doesn't care to come here, either." Mando just nods to show he understands as he joins you on the forest floor, Grogu now settled in his lap. 

You're okay with the fact he mostly communicates through nods, shakes, expressive hand gestures or single-shouldered shrugs. Perhaps he doesn't interact with others regularly, not like this. It's your understanding that Mando is a bounty hunter; you've just never heard of one that traveled with a child. That's not exactly a profession one takes with the intention to make friends in mind. But he was polite, courteous, and civil; at least, if Mando didn't see you as a threat to himself or Grogu. 

You'd seen how fast he whipped the IB-94 blaster from the holster at the first whiff of perceived trouble. Someone had been snooping around his ship, eyeing the landing struts. Mando transformed into a whole new person before your eyes.

Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. The soft voice under the vocoder was now a sharpened knife, the chilling threat of an experienced mercenary. 

"Back off. That's my ship." Mando had frozen up when you planted your palm on top of the '94 and directed the business end to the dusty landing strip. 

"Hey-hey, that's just Maj. Maj knows his way around a fair number of ships since he spent a lot of time on Tatooine in one of the trade ports; he's only seeing if you need repairs." 

The weapon was holstered just as smoothly as it had been unholstered, but the act of returning it was slower than the retrieval. "... Apologies. Does Maj speak Huttese? There is one repair I would allow him to make." 

"He does, yes." 

By the time you, Mando and Grogu would make it back to the place you called home, the cantina and shipyards, Maj would have the starship fit for flying. Fit for the next bounty, wherever it would be for this gun for hire. That'd be another two days, if you really took your time to hike out of these woods. Or, if you had to constantly mind Grogu, making sure he didn't wander off in search of tasty goodies every three minutes. 

The little lifeform's appetite seemed bottomless. You'd never seen such a species before, so you couldn't tell if this tiny thing was always this voracious, or if he was entering some kind of growth spurt soon. Curiously, Mando didn't know either. 

"I don't know what his species is. He was… originally a bounty. A job. But I got attached. So I took him back." was all Mando had to say on that particular matter. It left you to speculate as you got the fire started, and Mando cautiously let Grogu clamber from his lap and gingerly toddle about. 

Back, hm? Wonder what exactly that entailed. 

But really, it wasn't any of your business. He clearly cared for Grogu, glancing at the little one every few seconds with a minute movement as he shuffled through the sparse grass of the clearing this river cuts through. 

"Do you need more tinder?" Mando offered between glances at the child, watching you feed the growing flame with measured breaths after you had announced you wanted to get the fire going before nightfall. 

"This is plenty." you assured him. Through the dark, impassable visor, you could tell Mando was watching the movement of your hands, the clues of confidence in your craft as you fanned the flames higher. "There. Should be able to get some water from the river and boil it for the rations, now."

"Boil water?" 

"Yes," you replied, "you grabbed stew rations on purpose, right?" 

The sharp twitch of his head read as surprise. His voice was full of pauses. "I wasn't aware that's what these were. Are they… any good?" 

You offered a smile and a shrug. "It's food. It'll fill your belly. It'll keep you warm. That's the only thing I could hope for out here, if my situation was dire." you answered truthfully. "Thankfully, it's not. The stew has a nice, savory flavor to it. The little one might like it." Glancing around, you note that Grogu has wandered off, away from the radius of light that breaks up the deepening shadows while the sun slinks below the horizon. He's now by the river again where the grass is much taller, fuller.

Mando, however, does not immediately see the child. "Grogu? … Dank farrik, I should have kept an eye on him. Grogu? Grogu!" 

Pausing in his play, Grogu answers with a soft Wah? while his hands are in water up to the wrist, previously splashing around. The sleeves of his tan clothing are sopping wet. 

You're beginning to wonder how much visibility that visor affords Mando. Or if he's just so panicked he's not thinking clearly. "Where is he?" You lay a steady hand on a beskar-plated knee as you get up and dust down the seat of your pants and your own knees. With an assuring smile, you call over to Grogu that he needs to stay put. Turning back to Mando, you say, "I kept an eye on Grogu, he's by the river. I'll get him and some water to boil." 

For a brief moment, you wish you could see the relief, the realization that Grogu is safe, across every feature of his face. But the helmet stays on. And the helmet will stay on even when it comes time to eat.

"How's your stew?" Your head is turned like you would call over your shoulder, but you look out straight ahead into a living sea of bark and twig and leaf. There are soft spots of dancing, pulsating light off in the distance. 

Fireflies. 

Such a fascinating spectacle. What a shame their numbers are in decline… Rumors about some kind of great sickness wiping them out, slowly, surrounds them. All very strange and confusing. 

Much like the man you currently have your back to so he could eat in relative comfort. The most you'd seen of the man beneath the beskar was the lower jaw, which had afforded you a few clues. Facial hair. A tanned complexion. From there, you could probably deduce a few more physical characteristics. Likely dark, curled hair, if he had it. Brown eyes, maybe hazel. 

"Decent." Mando offers after speaking in a soft voice to Grogu. He speaks little with the helmet on. Even less when he has it inched high enough to eat and sip from the ration pouch by tipping the end just high enough to let gravity assist him. "Grogu likes it." 

"Oh good." you return to staring straight ahead, out into trees at the edge of the clearing. You'd seen something creeping slowly in the distance while the water had boiled, something large and stocky and hooved. 

"What is that?" 

"Not a threat. It's docile. The most dangerous thing in this forest is you, me, and the youngest member of Clan Mudhorn." You'd teased. 

That's when you learned that Grogu was fifty. It was Mando who was the youngest, technically speaking. 

Mando calls your name softly. "What's so funny?" 

"Oh, just… Grogu being fifty. Again." 

Mando sighs sharply and repeats your name with a disapproving tone. You get the sense he's not truly upset or annoyed with you for giggling to yourself for the sixth time, but more surprised. In his own way. Much like he'd been about the helmet. Surprised by how… refreshing it felt to simply have his answer taken as it was. No follow-up questions. No insistent reassurance that he could simply just break his Creed and shed his helmet, his anonymity, the face that was perhaps safest to show the galaxy. 

Nothing other than acknowledging that you have no entitlement to picking apart the minutiae of him. His helmet. His identity. It spoke of your character. He appreciated that about you. 

He speaks your name again. But this time, it's part of a renewed introduction. "My name is Din Djarin." 

"Din Djarin…" you repeat, testing the name on your tongue, and you find it makes you smile as you release that last syllable, "it has been a very nice, but long three days getting to know you, even if I couldn't help you with Grogu's survival training." There's a hand on your shoulder, the cue that you're welcome to turn around now; he's reset the helmet on his head, and now he's ready to repeat the process of the last few nights by the fire. 

Silly little stories. Childish little games. Simple things to pass the time until the siren song of sleep was too much for the little one's eyelids to bear, and he would fall asleep in someone's lap. The first night Grogu had drifted off in Mando's arm, little nose touching the cool metal of the breastplate. The second, Grogu had come to you, mumbling and drooling over your shoulder as you held him while listening to the story behind their clan signet. Who he would choose tonight remained to be seen. 

"What would you like to do?" you ask, tucking your feet comfortably under you. Realistically, only so many campfire games worked with just two people who were old enough and capable of talking, and only one of them with a visible face. And the sort of tall tales and oral retellings typically told over flame tended to take on a moodier, unsettling tone. Scary stories would only serve to make Grogu sleepless and antsy. 

"We could play a question game." Mando suggests, hands swinging out to his left and his right as he shrugs. Like he's showing you he's unarmed. "Easy enough to abandon. Simply just… talk." 

"Good idea, uh… Could I call you Din? Would you be alright with that? Feels a little strange to keep calling you "Mando" now that you shared your name with me." 

"I suppose." Din answers with your name, and you can hear the change in his voice that happens when you believe he's smiling. "You first." 

You ponder on what you'll ask him first. Nothing intrusive. Nothing too prying. Your goal is to ask questions that are just innocuous, innocent, and general. "Do you have a favorite color, Din?" It's such an easy, throw-away sort of question, that it surprises you when he takes a minute to mull it over. 

"I'm not sure. Just one color?" 

"Okay," you concede, "you're welcome to go with more than one if you'd like." 

Din's fingers fold over one another, hands tucking under the chin. "Does chrome count as a color? I'm kidding-!" he says before you would have the chance to say anything, "Maybe it's easy to guess why I'd say green. And red; but not the Empire's red. What're yours?" You don't have to spend quite as long nibbling your bottom lip in thought. You tell him it's the color that makes up most of your wardrobe, and the color you painted your bedroom walls in, or wished that you could. Something about the color made you feel good inside. Made you smile. 

A memory from a long time ago with a very important, special person in your life was connected to it, too.

It was Din's turn to ask the question before you were to answer, and then turn it back to him so he could answer it himself; that's how this game worked. "If you knew you had all the credits, fuel and supplies to get you there, no matter how far away it is from here, what planet would you go visit?" 

Wow. You weren't sure. "Just enough to get me there? Or would I have enough to get there, and also then come back to this planet?"

"You'd also have enough to come back here, if that's what you wanted, yes." Din assured you. "Your home planet clearly means a lot to you."

Boy, did it ever. The prospect of never returning, the mere idea, wasn't something you'd ever thought of much. Yes, you want to go explore some part of the galaxy, maybe some distant day, but it's just not on the table for you, currently. 

"Well… maybe some place with something new to experience. Like, um… what's a planet without forests?" Din listed off a few planets and their respective sectors from memory, some you'd heard, others you hadn't. "Maybe I'd visit one of those first. What about you; where would you go?" 

Din hesitated to answer, hands dropping from his helmeted face. "Maybe Aq Vetina. Or Concordia, if I knew for certain either were safe. Definitely somewhere we," he gestures to Grogu (who's been tossing little sticks into the fire under your supervision) and himself, "would be safe from the Empire." 

"Fair enough. I don't like them either. Nosy Imps…" Taking a breath to collect and steady yourself, you shake off the thought of Imperials and their stifling regulations and their banthashit before you return to the game that doesn't really feel like a game. It feels more like you're building a better friendship with this Mandalorian decked out in beskar and packing heat. 

The weapons were a factor of his religion, evidently. That one had been harder to wrap your head around, admittedly, since you had been paid to take him out to a very safe forest with little need for protection against the animals that made their home within it. You really weren't concerned about the other people you might encounter, either. It was spawning season for many of the fish, and fishermen didn't really arm themselves with a slug-thrower or blaster. Just knives, if anything. 

It was now your turn to ask the question both of you would answer. You were struggling to think of anything else but the following: "Do you… have many friends, Din? Or, any?" 

Din answers this one quickly. "It's a short list." 

"Oh yeah? How short?" Both of you don't know it yet, but this is the point your game ends. It's just chatting from here on out until Grogu has decided that he wants to sleep, growing bored enough of you and Din talking about things that don't interest him and not being allowed to wander away from the fire anymore to continue splashing in the river.

Din puts down a number of fingers, holding up both hands deliberately to make certain the number sinks in. 

"That short. Well, I'm not that surprised. Bounty hunters don't exactly make more friends than rivals." you say with a chuckle. "Kinda… sad, in my opinion. You seem like too nice a person for the profession; I think you deserve more friends,  Din Djarin." 

Another gloved finger curls into his palm. 

And with that lilt in his voice as he talks through the vocoder that suggests he's smiling, Din says your name before he speaks seven simple words that warm you to your core more than the fire that sits in the middle-space between each of you.

Words that make you feel just as honored as being the one Grogu decides to fall asleep with.

"Then let's add you to the list."

[Masterlist] [Requests: OPEN]

[for-merlin]

The absolute recognition between the hidden greats

(combined and modified the amazing gifs by @dont-let-me-eat-pears)

[chillinglikeashilling]

I do appreciate the fire side chat clarifying the actual stakes and damages of the last episode. I think Ame is probably going to have issues accessing the Citadel or her contacts there-in going forward.

Especially because Suvi, regardless of whether they make up or not, is probably never going to give Ame the same access to her (i.e. The Citadel's) resources as she had this arc. Which I think makes sense for a consequence in a long term campaign.

Part of what Ame needs to work on most is her ability to make her own allies and navigate social situations where she is not acting as the Witch of Toma but is instead The Witch of the World's Heart with all of the relative status, hierarchy and real politik implied by that.

Suvi has for various reasons been doing a lot of that for the Party as a whole and I think it'll be noticeable how much that is a weakness of Ame's almost immediately once we get to the Notth Pole.

In a weird way despite the class privilege - it feels like Suvi is just more aware of (or maybe just more affected by) human consequences than Ame is. Even thinking back to her first interaction as an adult in the campaign - the consequences Ame imposed on that asshole were incredibly Witchy.

I have seen a possibility (through magic) that this man may cheat and so I have given him a ring that will punish him magically if he does that.

It's a fun choice but not one that actually requires her to deal with the emotional fall out of any of that. A more direct/ but less Witchy thing would have been to warn that girl from her village her husband might cheat on her so she could decide if she still wanted to have a baby with him.

When Suvi is involved she does not get to have that distance- the person she killed was killed with her own hands. When those guards died on the wall she was right beside them trying to draw Orima's stranglers away. Now she's also the Citadel's no. 1 nepo baby but I think it's easier for us as an audience to parse that on sight rather than what's happening with Ame.

[writergracethepanda]

Reasons why Night of the Living Pharmacists is the best P&F special:

Phinabella content and Isabella just genuinely being a badass

Isabella. Just literally everything she does in this special is perfect and iconic and girl boss.

Candace and Vanessa’s friendship

Doof being a fantastic dad as usual

Buford just being iconic (him panicking at the house/I JUST LOST MY NERD IM NOT GOING TO LOSE THE REST OF MY FRIENDS TOO/i am soooo in love with her rn

The fireside girls (Gretchen especially my queen)

Triangulation/jump right to it

The lots of me remix

The giant floating baby head getting doofified

“I like to tinker* that’s a silly way to tell your daughter’s friend’s little brother ur an evil scientist

The Perry and doof BROmance

again phinebella

Doof and Buford screaming yippee kayay and running around as bait after the people closest to them get doofified (Baljeet, Perry, and Vanessa)

Episodes where the kids interact with Doof are always superior

STACY’S ENTIRE FUCKING PLOTLINE IT WAS SO SO GOOD AND SO FUNNY SHE WAS THE FINAL PERSON NOT DOOFIFIED AND SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW IT

Edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT DOOF’S CALLBACKS TO BUFORDS STUFF IN YOUR FACE LOGIC

[xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx]

Nothing is Trivial

Elrond x nonbinary!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary:

TW: Fight scene that describes some injury

Hello sir can i request a elrond x gender neutral reader where he confesses his feelings for them thinking they are a girl but they come out to him as nonbinary (they do share the feelings though) and he's like "i love you anyways" ?

Also i love your writing 💛

Authors Note: Happy Pride Month!! Once again, I apologize for keeping you waiting. I do enjoy that as a trans masc writer I get quite a few requests for LGBTQ+ fics, so keep 'em coming!

As the early evenings sunbeams danced across the valley, the waters of the trickling falls and brooks appeared as though they were teaming with diamonds. As a traveler, you had passed through Rivendell more times than you could count; Yet, those visits had been brief, never exceeding more than a week, despite the assurances of Elrond that you were welcome to stay as long as you liked.

You were fond of the Lord of Imladris - after all, he had proven a faithful friend time and again, was wiser than any scholar or wizard, and always extended some kindness to those residing in or passing through his lands. However, wanderlust had kept you on the road - at least that is what you told yourself and others you encountered - the excitement of seeing new lands, discovering yourself by trying on the lifestyles and customs of those coming from all walks of life. You were still young, believing you would have plenty of time to stay in one place once you had grown old and grey.

While this was not necessarily a lie, you were leaving out a portion of the truth. You avoided any extended stays within the hidden valley because in your heart, you knew you could stay forever, especially if it’s lord simply asked. It made your heart race - feeling as if it was sitting inside your throat, half choking you - to think of what may, or more likely may not, happen should you stay. It was easy to run away from the uncomfortable prospect of life changing (or failing to) after your heart had led you to crawl back to Rivendell between criss-crossing half the continent. That is, until an unexpected ambush resulted in an extended stay within the valley.

--

You passed Weathertop two days ago. Another day's journey and you would be able to spend a few nights resting in Rivendell. It had been well over three years since you had last sought respite in the valley.

While on your travels, you encountered Brunwulf - a kindred spirit. Months of travel and fireside chats with the individual resulted in many realizations, including one acknowledging your gender identity. Brunwulf's friendship was instrumental in becoming comfortable, and later proud, of being non-binary (a term and a concept they introduced, but fit like a glove once explained to you).

You promised yourself that during this short stay in Rivendell you may share the news with Elrond - he was your friend after all, and the time felt right to share this aspect of your life with him. His reaction was sure to be welcoming, you were only friends after all, yet you couldn't push away the building anxiety surrounding the "what if's?" rushing through your mind.

That shall be a problem for the future me, you thought as you lifted your pack onto your back. For now I must actually make it to Rivendell. The day seemed to drag on, the mild morning weather given way to a blistering heat by the early afternoon. The last leg of the journey taking its sweet time now that rest and warm food were finally in sight.

You had nearly passed over the border of Imladris when a sense of dread grew in the pit of your stomach. Your heart rate increased, every hair seemed to stand on end, and you quickened your pace. Nothing is wrong, you are simply worried and weary from travel, you tried to convince yourself. No foul being would dare come this close to-

The hideous echo of an orc horn upon the surrounding hills sent a shiver up your spine. You began running through the sparse pine wood and golden grasses. I only have to make it to the border, I only have to make it to the border, I only have to make it to the border, your mind repeated again and again. It felt as though you were running in a dream: no matter how hard you tried to run, it seemed the distance in front of you only grew greater.

A warg mounted by an orc rider cut across your path. You nearly tripped right into its jaws as you struggled to redirect your momentum. The beasts rider took a swing at you with his foul blade. You narrowly avoided what could have been a fatal blow, ducking and drawing your own dagger. The warg and it's rider were strong and cruel, yet you were cunning and quick, easily able to outwit the pair. Feigning your movement to one side, you dropped and rolled in the other direction, sticking your dagger in the side of the beasts neck while it tried to turn to where you had been a moment ago. With a grunt, you removed the small blade and the warg collapsed. The orc rider muttered something, probably a curse, in Orkish. He dismounted from the warg, and you readied your dagger for the offensive.

It was easy to parry and direct your own attacks at first, but the exhaustion of days spent traveling were creeping up on you. Perhaps your reaction time had delayed, for in an unregistered blink a sharp pain extended across your abdomen. You could feel blood starting to seep from the wound and into your clothing. Pressing one hand to your side to stay the bleeding, you fought on.

Blocking a forceful blow from your opponent sent another shot of pain through you. Your body felt as though it were on fire and the world was spinning. You fell to your knees as another call from the orc horn sounded. The orc gave a guttural laugh. You felt your eyes rolling back as you crumpled to the ground.

The sound of a sweeter second horn, though this one you could not tell if it was real or just a dream.

A steady thunder of riders moving closer.

Nothing but blissful ether.

--

That had occurred over a month ago now. You woke up days later, wrapped in a cozy blanket on a soft, warm bed. Elrond soon visited you. He asked how you were healing and told you of what had happened after you collapsed - how he and his riders fought the orcs, brought you to Imladris, and tended to you himself.

For once, he looked... tired, as though his thousands of years may finally be weighing on him. Surely that must be a projection of your own state, elves rarely displayed such things... right? Regardless, Elrond insisted that you stay until you were fully healed. You agreed given your near-brush-with-death, and were still resolved to have a heart-to-heart with Elrond about your identity. You just had to wait for the right time.

Except, it had been over a month, and still it had never been the right time. This is what led you to wandering the gardens on this particular evening. To continue waiting for the right moment, or to make the right moment, or to just abandon the whole thing completely and wait for some other visit to the valley. You plucked the petals off a flower, going between the three options. You had already gone through this process with two other flowers, unsatisfied with the results both times.

"I wonder what the flowers have ever done to you." A voice that was as warm as a late spring breeze caused you to jump. You jerked your head to the source.

"Sorry," You placed the naked flower down beside you on the bench you had been occupying. "I thought it may help me make a decision, but I guess I just made a mess of your gardens instead." Making room on the bench, you gestured for him to take a seat, "You may join me if you wish."

"They will grow back," He smiled, taking the seat you had offered. "I cannot say I don't blame you. I have also had to make some decisions of late." Elrond's gaze dropped towards the ground before meeting yours. You had seen the elf Lord worried before, but something else, something more personal, seemed to be a miss. You gave him a slight nudge.

"Well, I may not have all the wisdom of the elves, but I am here if you would like someone to listen."

"You are precisely who I've been needing to talk to," he held your gaze, his voice laced with earnestness. You quirked your head to the side, slightly confused, but remained silent waiting for him to continue. "We have known each other for awhile now, and recent events have shown me I must be bold as the world grows dark once more. I should like if you remain in Imladris."

"Forgive me, but I'm not sure what you mean." Bold? Bold how? Against the orcs?

"I have met many elleths and daughters of men, yet none have stirred my heart quite like you. I understand many of these attachments often result in tragedy, but after the grief your injury gave me I believe it would be a greater tragedy if I were to bury my heart for all the ages of the world." You swallowed, taking in the full (and very clear) meaning of his words. The right time is now.

"I confess, I have something I must share with you as well." Elrond's expression dropped, fearing for the worst. "I do return your feelings," You reassured. "It's just... I do not want to be referred to as a daughter of man, or even a son of man, simply a child of man. It may seem strange, and I hope that we may continue to be friends at least, but on my recent travels I learned of this term: non-binary..." You had started fidgeting with your hands, feeling as though you were losing control and losing everything you had only dreamed of hoping for until a moment ago.

"Ah, I see." Elrond took your hands in his, running his thumbs across your knuckles. "I am familiar with the term. I understand that in the world of men such things may take more time to be accepted," he said, gently squeezing your hands. "But among the elves, our ideas on this subject are much more fluid. I shall always stand with you, melleth nin."

At these words, you could not help the tears that began to brim and fall from your eyes. Elrond raised one of his hands to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears sliding down your face. Noticing the concern knitting his eyebrows together, you couldn't help but softly laugh.

"They are happy tears, I promise," you explained, placing your hand over his. You saw the relief wash over his features and the corners of his mouth turn upwards into a small, relaxed smile. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, pressing a small kiss against the inside of his wrist. "Your words have meant the world to me. I cannot believe I have been so lucky to know you in this lifetime." Your eyes glanced towards his lips. "May I?"

"You may," he returned with a smile, closing the gap between you.

Tag List: @themerriweathermage @entishramblings @miriel-estelwen

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Rotating the Obikin Lighthouse Fake-Married AU in my brain 🤔 Forgive me, I’m about to throw a lot of ideas at you because my plot brain is a mess lol.

So, I’m thinking this world but in the 1950’s to make them suitably cut off from the rest of the world and to enable some backstory for them both from WWII. Obi-Wan has already been a keeper of the lighthouse for two years now unaccompanied, but in the fall the owners of the house send him a letter requiring him to marry or else he’ll be fired in favor of an already wed keeper. Panicking, he writes a letter to the local town’s paper requesting an ad to be put out looking for a spouse/assistant keeper.

Anakin within this AU is desperate for a job due to backstory I haven’t thought of yet lol and looks through the newspaper ads to find Obi-Wan’s, and although marrying a stranger and working on a tiny island tending a lighthouse doesn’t sound like his thing, he immediately writes back for the promise of free room and board for six months.

Their first meeting is their wedding, officiated on the seaside dock of the island right after Anakin gets off the boat. From there, the fic would go through their awkward first few weeks, their conflict with one another confined to such a small space, then their budding friendship when they recognize themselves in one another.

I think the smut/romance would naturally come about in the winter, when they have to spend nearly every minute inside lest they freeze in the ocean’s icy mist. Would definitely feature cuddling for warmth, fireside bonding, sleeping in the same bed on the coldest nights 👀 I can just imagine all the kinky shit they’d get up to on a remote island the second the dam broke between them lmaooo

Happy ending is they eventually save up enough money and buy their own lighthouse as a proper couple

Sorry for the unsolicited idea dump! Ignore me if you’re not into it hahaha just had to throw my sudden plot around the AU somewhere!

OMG YES THIS EXACTLY this is what I was picturing too!!

Anakin could be having a hard time readjusting to life post-war that makes it difficult for him to hold down a steady job? PTSD, and/or that's where he lost an arm and that's been a tough transition? (Or employers simply look at him and *assume* he won't be able to do the job, even though he's perfectly capable.)

Their first few weeks together would be SO awkward and uncomfortable! Neither are very talkative or forthcoming so they just sort of...sit and stew, haha. Until one of them makes the other laugh and they learn to have a normal conversation :)

And then you had me at cuddling for warmth. The aesthetics of this is amazing. Fireplaces, warm blankets, hot tea...when they do have to go outside to work, they'll inevitably get soaked to the bone in a storm and need the other to get them out of their wet clothes, dry them off and warm them up!!

And sooooo much privacy; they can be as loud as they want together all the way out there, and have sex in every room of that lighthouse whenever they feel like it ;) (a.k.a. often) (The next owners might not love that part so much...)

EXTREMELY into this and would gladly read more of this anytime!! ♥♥♥ Thank you for running with this fun prompt!!

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Casual Banter Masterpost

aka my Fictober 2023 drabbles! I figure I might as well get them all in one place on Tumblr, since I have them in one AO3 fic. Using the titles and descriptions from AO3.

Featuring my named Tav (Falerin), Tav/Astarion, a lot of Gale, and most importantly INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THE COMPANIONS.

Day 1: Smart - Astarion asks for a magic lesson. Day 2: Prize - Karlach wins a prize at the circus. Day 3: Fireside - One last campfire chat before the Shadowlands. Day 4: Cooking Lesson - Lae'zel learns to cook. Day 5: Mask - Astarion tries on a mask for funsies. It goes badly. Day 6: Sick - Gale and Falerin chat about friendship and illnesses Day 7: Anchor - Astarion regrettably holds Halsin's hand. Day 8: Good Taste - Gale shares a treat, and a good time is had by all. Day 9: A Talk - Just a little chat, in regards to some campsite romance. Day 10: Drizzt Do'Urden - Wyll, Karlach, and Astarion find some common ground. Day 11: Temporary - The campsite romance hits a snag. Day 12: Mirror - Gale makes good on teaching Astarion magic. Day 13: Lost Wizard: If Found, Contact Tara - Tara despairs over the state of her runaway pet wizard. Day 14: Clowning Around - Falerin uses a disguise kit. Astarion wants a divorce. Day 15: Proper Horn Care - There's no possible way to write this summary without it looking horny. Day 16: A Token - Halsin carves a little gift for Astarion. Day 17: One Nice Thing - Karlach shows Shadowheart something nice, when she really needs it. Day 18: 90% Evil - Why WOULDN'T the rogue be the one to talk to the death cultist? Day 19: Seamstress - No one in camp but Astarion would have survived Home Ec. Day 20: The Selfless Choice - Or, How To Be A Confidant To Both Halves Of A Couple In The Face Of World-Ending Catastrophe, By Gale Dekarios Day 21: Taste Test - Falerin is...kind of a fucking weirdo. This is Gale's burden to bear. Day 22: Curl-based Despair - Astarion experiences #curlygirlproblems. Falerin helps. Day 23: Hunger - Someone gets a little hangry. Day 24: Pact, Pt. 1 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 25: Pact, Pt. 2 - Astarion finds out about Fal's illness. Day 26: The Cuddliest Foe - Lae'zel does some research. Clive assists. Day 27: Homecoming - Two resident Baldurians discuss coming home. Day 28: Date - Astarion gets some new clothes. Day 29: A Healthy Dose of Theatrics - Are you really best friends if you've never been tempted to throttle each other? Day 30: Starfall -The newly formed party takes a moment to enjoy a magical sight. Day 31: Epilogue - A quiet moment after saving the world. Post-Fictober Drabbles:

Stars in His Eyes - Fal learns about naming ceremonies--and why Astarion has the name he does.

Slumber Party - Astarion and Gale have a fun night of kicking their feet, giggling, and discussing the all-consuming power they both intend on taking for themselves. Kidnapped - Astarion's siblings succeed in getting him back to the manor - but he's stronger now. Plus he has a very, very pissed-off partner. Rewriting The Story - After defeating Cazador and a tryst in the graveyard, it's time for some relationship reflection. Happy - Surely being the lover of an ascended vampire is the happiest ending one could hope for. (Ascended Astarion AU)

Wild Heart - A brief moment, the morning after the almost ascension, where two early risers have a chat.

Matters of Balance - Withers performs a resurrection. Breathe Deep, and Move - You can never really go home.

Side-Tracked - As they're embroiled in a murder mystery, Fal decides to take Astarion out for some enrichment.

Late Night Thoughts - Astarion has some thoughts on Falerin's lie from earlier in the day. (Bonus chapter for Side-Tracked)

New Tricks - Astarion discovers a new trick while trying to herd a cat.

Party Favors - The ultra-self-indulgent take on the ever popular tiefling party.

Meet-Cute - Every couple starts somewhere. And sometimes that's on the ground, with a knife.

Five Good Nights - Four good nights shared before the tiefling party, and one shared after.

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Rewinding the Thread - CB adjacent 3-shot

A chance conversation in Baldur's Gate leads to an unlikely visitor to Falerin and Astarion's home a year after the Netherbrain's defeat. She pleads for just one thing: that Astarion pays a visit to his family - his true family, the one that's mourned him for two centuries.

In The Weeds - Astarion decides to take in the sights of Baldur's Gate during the day, and has a nice conversation with a local.

The Invitation - A surprise visitor leads to a bit of arguing, an invitation home, and quite possibly Faerûn's most awkward tea.

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I spent my walk to work today listening to the Fireside Chat, and I have thoughts about the similarities between Suvi and Ame--I don't think I really made the connection until hearing Aabria talk about Suvi's willingness to sacrifice herself when needed.

And it just struck me that despite how different their personal goals and philosophies are, they both have such a strong sense of the individual as a part of a collective.

For Suvi that's the Citadel's hierarchy, but for Ame it's a more localized community. And they see things very differently, but both feel the call to serve something greater. As I understand it, the major difference is in what they see as the ultimate point of that something: upholding the Citadel and Empire is a goal unto itself for Suvi, but for the Witch of Toma serving the community allows that community to serve its members in turn.

But they both were raised keeping in mind their function as part of that bigger picture, and both grew up knowing they'd eventually take a title that would define a big part of their identity. They both grew up lonely to some degree because of that--no wonder a childhood friendship holds such weight for them as young adults. They're fascinatingly similar in the space around their differences.

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I've only been seeing people talk about how they're excited to see Isabella again in a phinabella context so far, so here's a list of Isabella-centric plots I'd like to see that don't revolve around her crush bc she's more than just a romantic interest:

I really want an Isabella and Pinky centered episode. Whether that's an "Isabella somehow accidentally temporarily finds out Pinky's an agent and shenanigans ensue" scenario or a "Pinky has to go to the vet but he ALSO has to fight Poofenplotz but Isabella is relentless" scenario is a toss up

I've said it before, but an episode about her cultural background/ethnicity that isn't based in stereotypes

Helping at a cousins quinceañera (or if it's set at any point in the future, HERS).

Give me an episode with just her, Baljeet, and Buford. I want to see more of their friendship so badly I love the trio

On a similar note, an episode with her and Ferb. Their friendship is everything to me

Another Fireside Girl centric episode or two - I want to learn more about the other girls and their relationship with her. A flashback of their first troop meeting, mayhaps

An episode focusing on her relationship with Candace - maybe a sister related event, with older sisters and younger sisters, and she asks Candace to go with her and they have a really good time and it's all soft and sibling-y

I want her to pet sit Biff and for some reason it's significantly more difficult than she expects. This could fully be a side plot to a normal episode like just:

Phineas and Ferb: *doing shit*

Phineas: "Hey, where's Isabella?"

Cut to Isabella at Buford's, holding a mile long list of instructions: "Why do I have to WALK HIM??"

For some reason completely not her fault (it's probably Doofs fault) Isabella is kicked out of the Fireside Girls and she has to prove she's innocent to be let back in (it's some absurd rule like "You can't wear purple striped socks on Thursdays" or something nothing actually bad)

She delivers cupcakes to Dr. D, recognizes him from CATU, and then proceeds to spend the whole day vibing in his lair watching him build stuff and critiquing it the whole time (bonus if Perry is still fighting Doof in the reboot and is Sweating Bullets™ in the rafters, bonus bonus if he calls Pinky and is like "come get your kid")

Again. Please. A Pinky and Isabella episode I was SO bummed she never found out about him 😭

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I've been thinking about the Phineas and Ferb crossover I came up with, pretty much, a year ago. So now that ruin came out I'll draw them in the style as well as I can

Had fun. Didn't draw Gregory's watch 'cause I didn't want to. Forgot about Cassie's bracelet

Hopefully will expand on what I had thought of for the crossover more later but here are ideas I had before and after ruin:

Phineas and Ferb exploring the pizza plex would have a blast and have this song on the background at all times no matter what (including scary scenes)

Phineas and Ferb are Gregory's age for the sake of the crossover

Candace and Vanessa would get their "busted" song number

The beak makes a reappearance because animatronics

The phindroid and ferbots make a reappearance because animatronics

Sun vibes to Phineas and Ferb songs. Moon does to but evilly as he chases a screaming Candace down

Candace survives because of Candace logic

Major Monogram, through Perry's watch decides he definitely wants to recruit these animal themed animatronics

"Sir, Fazbear Entertainment's history-" "Carl, I'm not interested in your video game lore."

Freddy and Perry chill together

Freddy has fun time with P&F. Gregory isn't enthused "STOP TRYING TO TAKE MY DAD"

Suzie is a menace in the Daycare.

Gregory is at least slightly annoyed with P&F

Gregory likes Isabella cause I think it fits

Phineas and Ferb tamper with animatronics.

Doofenshirtz is there. Imagine.

Stacey would also be there. OG fnaf fan

Ruin ideas:

Continued Phineas and Ferb music even in spooky setting

Fireside girls take in Cassie as one of their own.

Isabella and Cassie friendship

Phineas and Ferb have a BLAST in the ruins

IT'S THEIR PLAYGROUND

Eclipse is confusion for why so many kids are here

If Phineas and Ferb were there earlier, Mimic Gregory would never have succeeded

If Phineas and Ferb were with Gregory then there would never be a doubt Gregory was trapped

Buford points at Monty "I could take him. Home. Phineas can you get me a leash!" kjlfkjlsd /jk

[caelyn08]

A fireside romance

Summary: On a snowy Christmas Eve, you and Harry share a cozy moment on the Gryffindor common room couch. As a hidden romance blossoms, making the holiday season unforgettable.

You're sat alone in the gryffindor common room in the early hours of Christmas Eve morning. Cuddled up on the couch beside the fire place, with a blanket draped over your legs, you engulf yourself in your latest read. Hermione had suggested this book on the collection of magical folklore and mysterious phenomena, so you thought you'd give it a try.

Sat near the burning fire under the Christmas tree was Cinnamon, your light auburn coloured cat, enjoying the warmth from the flames on the cold winter night. Her head lifts from the floor as she glances over to the stairway leading to the boys dorm rooms.

Shortly after, you hear soft footsteps begin to grow louder. Harry's warmly lit face peeks out from behind the wall of narrow stairway.

"y/n?" Harry murmurs, with a slight hint of confusion. "What are you doing up so late?" he asks and he pushes off the wall and heads in your direction.

"Couldn't sleep, so I decided to give Hermione's book a chance." you say with an unamused expression and lift the book from your lap, showing it to Harry.

Harry pulls a face (😬) feeling sorry for you, as he strolls over and sits down on the couch next to you, lifting the blanket along with your legs and setting them down on his lap. "How's that going?"

Slightly taken aback by his gesture, you take a moment before replying. "Honestly, I've read not even 3 pages and I'm bored out of my mind" you say with a breathy huff.

Harry chuckles, "It can't be that bad! Come on, read me a page". You sigh as you open the book and begin to scan the page.

"In the hidden depths of the Forbidden Forest, the ancient runes whispered of a long-lost artifact, said to possess the power to-" before you could finish your sentence, Harry fake snores.

You playfully smack his shoulder "Harry!"

"Yeah, no.. That's beyond boring, good luck with that." he says, patting your leg. You roll your eyes "See what I mean. How am I supposed to read another 400 hundred pages of this?!" Harry shrugs, a smile displayed across his gentle features.

"Anyway, why are you up?" you ask, out of curiosity and the desperate want to change the topic. "Nightmare." Harry says bluntly. You know that his nightmares have been getting worse and more frequent lately, so you just offer him a comforting smile.

He lets out a soft sigh as he places his head upon your shoulder. You can feel the pace of your heart begin to speed up as you try to conceal your feelings for Harry. You've been friends since year 1 and have had feelings for him since then. You've been too scared to say anything as you don't want to jeopardise your friendship, but the want to be more has been eating at you more than ever.

"Harry" you say with a quiet tone, the words so close to getting trapped in your throat.

Harry lifts his head, his light green eyes locking with yours. You can feel the butterflies ignite within your stomach.

"I know we've been friends for ages and I treasure our friendship more than anything." you begin, with a shaky voice. "Yeah.." Harry comments. "Have you ever thought about it being more?" "What?" Harry asks, his eyes begging for an answer. "Nevermind, I don't know what I'm going on about.. Forget I said anything." you say while letting out an embarrassed and put on laugh.

Harry's eyes shift down to your lips and then back up to your eyes. He lifts a hand and places it against your crimson lit cheek as he pulls your face down to his.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about it being more." he whispers as he leans in and you slowly close your eyes as his soft lips meet yours and the world around you melts away.

He kisses you gently and calmly at first, but as time goes on, he becomes more desperate. Harry wraps his hand around the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. He kisses you with such passion and desperation.

Harry breaks the kiss slowly as his eyes beam up at you. He swiftly takes your hand and guides you from the common room up the stairway and into his dorm room.

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last updated: may 5th

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Carolina Hurricanes love countdown (series) l andrei svechnikov

love countdown

i like you*

asap!

your fuse is fireside*

prisoner*

give me a sign*

beside you, somehow

say it back*

let us feel*

holy series

holy l brent burns (+ canes)*

electricity l b. burns x a. svechnikov x m. necas*

one shots

just a little bored l brent burns x jordan staal x reader*

how the gold glisten l andrei svechnikov x pyotr kochetkov x reader*

eye on you l a. svechnikov

smitten l f. andersen*

blurbs

kid's night with andrei svechnikov*

kids night with kk*

kids night with brent burns*

kids night with brady skjei*

long distance friendship with andrei svechnikov

Montreal Canadiens/Habs

lightning on my skin l k.dach*

Vancouver Canucks

alive for you l j. studnicka*

Pittsburgh Penguins

ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby*

New York Islanders

console me l m.barzal*

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Tintin fic recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

The Crab with the Mechanical Claws by WinryWeiss - Rated M

"The Adventures of Tintin" steampunk reimagining. When a famous engineer goes missing, a former navy captain stumbles upon a can full of opium and a young freelance journalist receives a mysterious parcel, an adventure like no other starts to unwind.

Tintin and the Secret of Mermaid Island by Caro_Dee - Rated G

Tintin and Captain Haddock are after the rest of Red Rackham's treasure. It doesn’t quite go as they expected.

fireside haikus by requin_renard - Rated G

Holiday plans go awry. Tintin finds himself on watch duty and turns to literary pursuits to pass the time.

just a little oneshot outlining their friendship and haddock is in roasting dad mode.

boy's best friend is worth the rubble by kivancalcite - Rated T

Written for a month's anniversary of being on this site and being the 7th fic I've published on the 7th day of January. Tintin gets too wrapped up in a mystery in a broken down house, and has to be dragged out before it completely collapses. That's of course if Snowy hadn't been trapped, and Tintin makes the decision to run in after him at his own expense. Rather him than his beloved dog, after all.

A Place Like This by AngieOwlie - Rated G

When Mrs Finch the local orphanage caretaker delivers a pleasant tuft-haired little boy to Marlinspike Hall (“Just until the orphanage is safe again and the suspect who ransacked the place is caught!”), the master of the house reluctantly agrees to look after him. But between keeping the boy out of trouble and out of his beard, he slowly realizes that perhaps the most difficult task of all is really in keeping the tuft of ginger out of his heart. In other words - Captain Haddock gets into all sorts of bumbling mishaps while looking after child!Tintin.

aroace, not your place by kivancalcite - Rated G

Little bit of a self-projection piece, I headcanon Tintin as someone on the ace and aro spectrum, and someone who'd deal with the usual questions as a result. References certain events of the film and demonstrates the ginger reporter coming to more of an understanding over his lack of interest, attraction and desire in the areas of certain affection from others, especially when he eventually bumps into the captain at a life-changing point on the ship known as the Karaboudjan.

growing pains by requin_renard - Not Rated

In which Tintin somewhat loses himself and Haddock gains a son. "He spent nearly three days crouching in that plastic chair, watching the other’s small chest moving up and down. Willing it to keep rising and falling like the world depends on it. Haddock realises that in fact, his world did depend on it."

Wound by kay_cricketed - Rated T

As he recovers from his kidnapping at the hands of a no-name jewelry thief, Tintin realizes that not every story is one he will walk away from unscathed. The harder lesson yet: there is now someone he can lean on when walking isn't an option.

Under the Roof of Marlinspike Hall by twilighteve - Rated G

“He supposed he had always known, but amidst the adventures they had, it slipped his mind. Now, though, the fact that Tintin was so very young rammed into him viciously. How old was he, exactly? He couldn’t be older than twenty.” In which Haddock somehow became Tintin’s caretaker before he even realized it.

what's fiery red, pale white, dark blue and purple? by PUNK_MENACE - Rated T

It's nothing they're not used to. Bruises and cuts are just a hazard of the job. Some days are harder than others but with Nestor's breakfast, everything seems a little better.

Small Blessings by SolarMorrigan - Rated G

After all these years, Tintin still manages to surprise Haddock- even when he's not trying

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Surprise self-rec time! Pick 3 of your favorite things you’ve written and share them here, then put this in the inbox (anonymously or not) of your fellow writers to spread the positivity and help celebrate already written fics 💞

Hello Pineapple; surprise indeed! Thanks for stopping by with this ask!

In no particular order...!

Poets and Painters (Masterlist link) - Commander Wolffe x GN!Reader mini-series. Mature (18+) rating for suggestive content; no smut. Seven chapters, 43,005 total words. Strangers to friends (👀) speedrun with a side of angst here and there, if you will.

Fireside Friendship - Mando x GN!Reader one-shot. No age rating. 3,700 total words. Strangers to friends with the shiniest single father in a galaxy far, far away.

Of Honeysuckle and Haiku - Tech x Fem!Reader one-shot. No age rating. 8,270 total words. Written for a fic exchange where the recipient was a fan of poetry, so Tech leaves the occasional haiku in Reader's locker, since he has a "secret" crush on her.

Hope everyone's weekend is going well! 🩷

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Feeding Alligators Index

Don't mind me, just re-organizing my stuff.

If you want to read Feeding Alligators on AO3, here's the link to chapter one: right here!

If you want to read it via tumblr:

Chapter 1 - Naked and Afraid

Chapter 2 - Friendship is Magic

Chapter 3 - PANTS!

Chapter 4 - Man vs. Wild

Chapter 5 - First Blood

Chapter 6 - Skeletons!

Chapter 7 - Potion of Tongues

Chapter 8 - Mind Your Language

Chapter 9 - You're (not) a Wizard

Chapter 10 - Atelier

Chapter 11 - Murder Buddies

Chapter 12 - Hustle

Chapter 13 - Psycho

Chapter 14 - U.S. Foreign Policy

Chapter 15 - It's a Goddamn Cult

Chapter 16 - When Animals Attack

Chapter 17 - Panties!

Chapter 18 - Untitled Training Montage

Chapter 19 - Bite Night

Chapter 20 - The American Red Cross Association

Chapter 21 - I Got Better

Chapter 22 - Swamp People

Chapter 23 - Paranoia Agent

Chapter 24 - From Druids, With Love

Chapter 25 - Splitting Atoms

Chapter 26 - Gray's Anatomy

Chapter 27 - True Blood

Chapter 28 - The Art of War

Chapter 29 - Knives Out

Chapter 30 - Auntie Knows Best

Chapter 31 - The Bachelorette

Chapter 32 - Munchies

Chapter 33 - Dream Date

Chapter 34 - Fireside Chats

Chapter 35 - The Devil Wears Douchebag

Chapter 36 - Glee

Chapter 37 - Gaslight

Chapter 38 - Gatekeep

Chapter 39 - Girlboss

Chapter 40 - Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 41 - Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy

Chapter 42 - Slaughterhouse Four

Chapter 43 - The Proposition

Chapter 44 - Dance With the Devil in the Pale Moonlight (rating went up, new warnings apply).

Chapter 45 - Walk of Shame

Chapter 46 - Not Quiet on the Western Front

Chapter 47 - Soul Jar

Chapter 48 - Astarion and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Chapter 49 - Idihwisvsga

Chapter 50 - The Smallest Ember

Chapter 51 - I Lived Bitch

Chapter 52 - Only I Will Remain

Chapter 53 - Goblintown

Chapter 54 - Get Outta My Swamp

Chapter 55 - Love Shack

Chapter 56 - This Bitch

Chapter 57 - Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

Chapter 58 - Behind Enemy Lines

Chapter 59 - Plans Within Plans

Chapter 60 - 1812

Chapter 61 - It Compels You Though

Chapter 62 - It's My Party

Chapter 63 - I'll Cry if I Want To

Chapter 64 - Gandalf's Dilemma

Chapter 65 - Into Thin Air

Chapter 66 - Ra-Ra-Rasputin

Chapter 67 - Oh Eleanor

Chapter 68 - SMDH

Chapter 69 - Eat Your Heart Out, Van Helsing

Chapter 70 - Bad Blood

Chapter 71 - Resolutions

Chapter 72 - All Coming Together

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things i'd like from bg4 or any similar future games

I think BG3 is very detailed; but I would really like it if the backgrounds had mattered more. Or at least for every one. I heard if you're a drow/half-drow noble you get special dialogue with Minthara. But why didn't my Folk Hero!Tav with Wyll [or just in general?] Or my Outlander!Tav with Karlach? I love that your character gets special interaction with all and sundry, at times, re: class and race. But backgrounds make a charcacter. I don't need details. Just a bit of a nod. At least within the camp.

This brings me to point two. I wish there was a way to get friendship points. It is so strange the characters can be 'meh' about you, dislike you [and strongly], but high to exceptional bonds trigger romance. What about close friendships or growing into a family?

Speaking of, I definitely would have love some down time chatter. It is so strange to me that you get a 'this could be our last time in camp' but don't do anything with it. I appreciate the tiefling [or goblin] party. I love the idle banter on the road. But why not a couple of casual fireside chats. As a group?

I love Halsin but the fact that he is the only one we can have a polyamorous dynamic with, is bull. I'm fine with not every character being into polyam -- but maybe research more before diving into it. I am 90% sure Wyll would've been okay with Polyam - a triad too! - if it was Halsin or Astarion [maybe with Lae'zel but I have to play further to be sure]. I could see Astarion and Shadowheart swinging a 'v' dynamic, and being the best [or worst for Tav's sanity] of metamours! Maybe it would have been a hassle for coding to fit every configuration, but we deserved at least a COUPLE of Tav x Origin x Origin loving.

Also, I think we should have been able to encourage - or maybe it could have happened sans MC involvement - the npcs getting together.