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[aurae-rori]

CSM AVENTIO AU short snippet

"Doctor," Aventurine says, as they stand there on their apartment balcony together. "What is your opinions on humans?"

"Where is this coming from?" Ratio scoffs, leaning on the railings. His irises widen, almost like a cat's, adjusting to the dark. His horns peak slightly out of his hair. He yawns, and with the light that Aventurine's lighter casts on their balcony, he can catch the way Ratio's fangs glint.

"Curiosity," Aventurine replies, and pulls out his next cigarette, placing it in front of the awaiting flame. It comes to life immediately, and he inhales it, then exhales, watching the smoke from his cigarette fade away into the dying night's sky.

"If you wish to know what I have already stated multiple times," Ratio says, "I think most humans are mediocre. They do not think for themselves. Their critical thinking skills.. gone." He glances at Aventurine's cigarettes. "Stop smoking. It'll kill you, eventually."

"Ah-ah-ah," Aventurine laughs, tilting his head back when he does. He then takes another drag. "That's the point, Doc."

"You are destroying yourself," Ratio observes, his gaze analytical.

The devil hunter grins.

The fiend stares back.

"Of course I'm destroying myself," he says. "It's a key human trait."

"I take back my observation from earlier," Ratio says instead, perfectly impassive, and yet, Aventurine can see the way his teeth grind together in the dim lighting. "Most humans are mediocre, but you are a self-sacrificial idiot."

"You've got me all figured out, don't you?" Aventurine asks with a wide, wide smile. It feels fake. It's like molten plastic on his face.

"No," Ratio replies. "I will figure you out, though."

"Good luck, fiend." It feels like a challenge. This is Aventurine's bet. He is a man of good luck - his contract to the Devil of Fortune deems it so, after all. He's been doomed since he was born, a lucky, lucky child despite the fact that Misfortune was brought to everyone around him.

Ratio will be the next to fall.

He doesn't seem bothered, though.

He grins back, all sharp teeth and inhuman eyes.

"In the pursuit of knowledge," the fiend of knowledge says, "I thank you for your luck. I won't need it."

Aventurine had known that this fiend - the fiend of knoweldge, the representation of human's fear of knowledge - would be interesting. In the way that he seemed to 'propagate' his own fear by teaching others, from the way that he enjoyed giving his knowledge to others, studying things - he was much more different then what Aventurine had in mind when it had been announced that the fiend of knowledge wanted to work with Public Safety.

However, for some reason, he was also... the perfect embodiment of knowledge. He knew too much. Inspired fear with the way he stared at people.

But not Aventurine.

Aventurine was never afraid of knowledge.

It seems that Dr. Ratio isn't afraid of misfortune, either. Maybe he believes that his knowledge will allow him to navigate the situation.

However the dice rolls..

It will be interesting.

"Here's to our new partnership," the gambler says, instead, holding up another cigarette for the fiend.

Doctor Ratio rolls his eyes, and pushes Aventurine's cigarette back towards him. His hands are warm. Almost... human.

"Keep your cigarette, gambler," he says. "I'm not intent on destroying myself in my own pursuit for knowledge, or the future. I also won't bet everything when I'm trying to achieve my goals." And then, without another word, he leaves the balcony, door sliding shut behind him as he pads back into the apartment.

Aventurine stands out there, in the cold, smoke tumbling from his lit cigarette, and the unlit one still in his other hand.

This will be interesting.

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

shoujo rei gakukai au i (somehow) never posted here????????? im sprry women i will lit myself on fire as a public apology

throws the link at you

[hasellia]

The Process of Frank Herbert writing the Dune series (from my very vague memory of a video essay).

Franklin Patrick Herbert Jr. watches Lawrence Of Arabia (1962).

It becomes his problematic fave, and he writes fanficion; “Lawrence of Arabia IN SPAAAAAACCEEE.”

Franklin needs money and decides to send his fanfiction to a publisher. The book becomes an unexpected hit.

He wants to rewrite Dune to repair the ethical problems of his favourite movie, but the publishers tell Herbert that a rewrite or a clone will be seen as a lazy cash grab that would lose them trust.

UH OH! RENT IS DUE!!! If he wants to pay rent and eat a nice dinner, Frankie better write a sequel!

Sequel 1; The story continues, but the supporting characters pine for a better version of their world by vocalising the problems of the MC’s colonialism.

The audience doesn't get it. Maybe it’s too subtle.

Sequel 2: The MC commits major atrocities, including a horrific genocide. He’s not a god or a messiah. He’s just another worthless cog in the machine of colonialism.

The audience feels bad that their hero is seen as a worthless cog. Maybe he just needs Jesus. That way, he can make up for the irreversible loss of millions of lives! God finds a way.

RENT IS DUE

Sequel 3: The MC has a son to carry on his legacy. The son loathes him. He channels his inner cool rebel, angsty Sasuke energy to tell the audience of children that “pot is cool, genocide drools!”

The audience is vaguely offended that Sasuke said pot is cool and still thinks genocide is okay. Or at the very least, the colonialism was okay in the circumstances of the Dune universe.

Patrick is out of patience.

Sequel 4: Sasuke huffs all the pot in the universe and becomes the king god of worms. With his infinite wisdom, he writes a Martin Luther style manifesto of every bad thing his father did. Point for point, sin for sin. The manifesto is within the novel itself and is roughly 97.8% of its reading. Repeated throughout the novel and manifesto and the novel itself is “Colonialism and genocide is NEVER okay. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE , IN ANY WORLD , IT IS N E V E R OKAY.”

The audience’s main take away is that the king god of worms is cool.

Herb is out of pot to keep the Jesus in him. He is so tired of trying to just F I X these people. He channels every ounce of energy he has left to figuring out a concrete way to explain to his audience how colonialism and genocide is bad. In his late middle-aged life, it’s the only way he can stop himself from picking up a phone book to find and throttle some nerds.

Sequel 5: Out of the sand and ether, Sasuke Luther King God of Worm’s long-lost never mentioned before normal human descendant appears. She walks up to the audience, hold their eyelids open, stares directly at them within a cm of distance from her own, and says; “Colonialsim bad. Genoicide is a bad. Do not do. Is bad. Alway. O.k.?”

The remaining audience says. “ye. ok.”

Franklin Patrick Herbert Junior finally has a win and dies promptly on the spot from exhaustion at the ancient age of 65.

That’s just my guess, though. Most of what I know about Dune is from Jack Saint's video and a 10-second glance on Wikipedia.

[protoslacker]

And have brought humanity to the edge of oblivion: because they think they are white. Because they think they are white, they do not dare confront the ravage and the lie of their history. Because they think they are white, they cannot allow themselves to be tormented by the suspicion that all men are brothers. Because they think they are white, they are looking for, or bombing into existence, stable populations, cheerful natives and cheap labor. Because they think they are white . . .

James Baldwin in an essay originally published in Essence Magazine in 1984. On Being "White" And Other Lies.

By way of Mark Anthony Neal's NewBlackMan (in Exile):

In the debut episode of “Notes on a Native Son,” host Razia Iqbal sits down with essayist and novelist Ta-Nehisi Coates to discuss one of his favorite passages from the works of writer James Baldwin. His choice comes from Baldwin’s essay “On Being ‘White’…And Other Lies,” published in Essence Magazine in 1984. Coates shares why this piece resonates with him as a writer tackling whiteness, race and what it means to be an American today.'

I inserted a different link to the essay because I had trouble loading the link provided.

This is the passage that Ta-Nehisi Coates chose. It's an excellent essay well worth the few minutes it takes to read. It's also the sort of thinking which enrages my neighbors. The essay beautifully exposes why that's so.

[ohnocreativity]

Not a love story. 

Dystopias aren’t a dating ground for the main characters, unlike what Hollywood thinks.

Dystopian environments should make the main character and reader question everything and everyone. Would they tell me to the government? Would they leave me behind as we run away from infected people? Should I trust them? 

Hollywood focuses too much on love to notice that the economy is collapsing and trust is a difficult and complicated thing while living in a dystopia.

In this essay I will be comparing The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner and between the books and the movies.

In the Hunger Games Trilogy, the books written by Suzanne Collins), there are plenty of instances when the main character, Katniss Everdeen makes it plainly clear that she doesn’t want to have a relationship with either Gale (her childhood best friend) and Peeta (the boy who saved her life when they were young.)

She only wants to save her younger sister, Primrose, and their mother. Anyone else is just a bonus. However, playing the star-crossed-lovers is what managed to save her and Peeta from the first games, because the Capitol (like America and Hollywood) wants to see a love story. After 74 years of having every other type of victory story, romance is perfect for them. “Haymitch is right. Star crossed lovers, they eat that stuff up in the Capitol.”

Katniss Everdeen fully believes in the “eye for an eye” motive. She cannot let go of the fact that Peeta saved her life when they were young, which proves to be a good motivation to destroy the Capital and its ideals of using child slaughter as entertainment. 

Even though everyone in the Capital, as well as real life fans who only watch the movies, believe that Katniss and Peeta’s love for each other is what sparked the rebellion that led to the revolution, that is incorrect.

It was the murder of a 12 year old girl in the first games and Katniss’s grief that made the other Districts realise that they are done watching their children be placed in the awful situation where humans are pitted against each other and are forced to fight for the entertainment of others.

If Peeta wasn’t in the Hunger Games, it would still have a powerful message and Katniss Everdeen would still not be with Gale.

Although, in the prequel of the Hunger Games, we learn that before the 11th Game the Capital people didn’t enjoy watching the Hunger Games, not while contrasting their reactions in the 74th. For them it was as much punishment as it was for the District people.

In the end of the books, it is even shown that Katniss left Peeta. She left both of her love options so she can just live by herself and do what she wanted back in District 12. 

Peeta, like always, came to her. 

Survival takes precedence over romance within the books of The Maze Runner. We see it numerous times. 

In the Scorch Trials, when Teresa betrayed Thomas and still believed that W.I.C.K.E.D was good, that was the answer.

In the movies of The Death Cure, Teressa choses W.I.C.K.E.D again and decides to stay, even so. The romance still clouded Thomas’ decision, he was hesitant to trust Teresa but less so than the others.

In the movies Teresa betrays Thomas on an almost daily basis, it was starting to get very tiring. She kept getting into contact with W.I.C.K.E.D (Although it is spelled WCKD for some reason), ignoring the fact that they have failed so many times at so many things. They were meant to keep the Gladers(or subjects as they referred to them) under control, and failed. They were meant to find a cure for the Flare, but failed. They were meant to save humanity and yet again they failed.

In the movies, Teresa’s faith in WCKD was conflicting with her love for Thomas, but near the end of the books Teresa thought she was saving Thomas.

In both The Maze Runner and The Hunger Games (the movies), people’s main focus is romance. As such the screenwriters must have decided to use that to their advantage and focus on it as well. Perhaps because the real meaning of the books were too dark for Americans to take seriously and probably because when someone goes to see a movie they want to be entertained, they want to be moved by something that is seen in regular life. Cranks and murdered children are often evasive from the day-to-day life of people.

So, what is the real meaning of the books?

With The Hunger Games, I believe its main focus is how easily humans can be distracted by positive media, sparkly dresses and good food. As long as things are disguised by something pretty and something that releases endorphins, it’s ok.  The Capital uses bureaucracy, politicians, social, culture and  media control, that is what makes it dystopian.

With The Maze Runner, the main focus is how easily humans betray one another for “the greater good.” It is easy to be lied to, especially when they want to be lied to.

W.I.C.K.E.D lied to themselves. They believed they could play God with children. There were alternatives that they could have taken, but they were less entertaining to do. W.I.C.K.E.D used bureaucracy control like the Capital, but there wasn’t much media to control over, so they got creative. They used psychology to confuse the main characters, making them doubt everything. Their names, their whereabouts. The Gladers were physically confined into the Glade.

Bureaucracy, psychology, resources, physical and information control. 

Dystopian is described as an unfair society… Like ours.

[ramyeonpng]

There’s no shame in starting something new, something creative, something out of the blue, something enough to surprise me, the writer, too.

#poetry

[elexuscal]

i love going back to the earliest part of a series before the characters know how important they'll be to each other (especially if there's any kind of active dislike) and roll around in the dramatic irony

[ham-le-tii]

Comments are the food for the soul of fanfiction writers, everyone, remember to feed your fanfiction writers.

[kibblenoodlesnail]

TELL ME ABOUT THOUS CHARACTERS MY FELLOW FRIEND S N A I L

BAHAGDRCYVYC

My friend you ask too much 😔 (I wasn't telling you to ask this no not at all/silly)

BUT

The wheel said

Everest

Who is this sweetheart right here!

♡♡𝓛𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸 𝓸𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼♡♡

- They use they/them, but is more masc presenting.

- They are an explorer! They travel the world and places

- most commonly, they climb mountains!

- Their Goal is to climb well, Mt Everest!

- And then jump off, to see how far they can glide from such a high point!

- their wings are unfortunately too small for them to fly,

- they are dating Achielus!

- The two met while Achi was swimming in some open water, Ever found him, and they just spoke untill Achi had to go home

Hope you liked this one I did it outside,

My hands are cold but oh well

[lainiespicewrites]

YOU GUYS!! MY FRIEND AND I HAD THIS IDEA AND WE'RE WORKING ON IT RIGHT NOW...OMG IDK WHY WE DIDN'T DO THIS BEFORE!!!

We both write. She hasn't written in a while and is wanting to get back into it and I was looking for something that was going to be more of a challenge to write. We both are big movie and book fans. We saw Dune part II together a few weeks ago and she was fully obsessed. She knows how deeply in love I am with Henry and all of his characters. She had the BRILLIANT idea that we write fics for each other about our favorite characters. It was hard for me to choose but I was really feeling Sherlock at the time so now she is writing a Sherlock and OC (based off of me) fic for me and I am Writing a Paul Atreides OC (same concept) fic for her! And it's gotten both of our creative juices flowing! We've been sitting in a coffee shop for the last two hours eagerly bouncing ideas off each other. Writers with writer friends! get your friends together and have a writers night! Write fics for each other! Do this!!! It's so fun. I can't wait to see what she comes up with! BTW she has a tumblr She hasn't posted any fics yet but she does do art as well and has posted some BEAUTIFUL ORIGINAL ART @hey-its-roseaurum if you wanna check her out!! Stay tuned for fics coming from her blog too!!

[theelvenhaven]

Episode

Glorfindel x Reader

2.8k words

Warnings: Talks of depression, dysmorphia, emptiness, sadness

Request: In that case! Hurt & comfort for Glorfindel? Reader has been struggling with major depressive disorder and dysmorphia recently and is in need of some TLC. If I can be more specific the reader is struggling with recognizing their face on reflections and it's throwing them on a loop!Thank you if you decide to fill this request ♡

A/N: You are so very welcome! I was happy to fill this request!

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You hardly moved from the bed as you continued to lay there staring out from beneath your duvet, looking up at the ceiling blankly. You hadn’t moved in hours, save maybe to pick at the breakfast that Glorfindel had sent to you and barely touch the juice. Even if it was all your favorite, meals just didn’t taste as good anymore. Juice felt overly sweet and unenjoyable, just like most things did. 

You no longer loved to sit outside in cool morning breeze with your book in hand, the same book you hadn’t touched in days. You no longer could find the motivation to will yourself out of the bed if it wasn’t out of necessity, not even to bathe as all motivation and will had left you. You felt gross, and like you needed a bath yet the energy it required was just far too much. 

Not to mention, you couldn’t stand to look at yourself in the mirror. Every time you did you hardly recognized yourself, the person who stared back at you looked different. Your body looked unproportionate, your features not your own, wide, thin, distant or too close. None of it made sense and it was different every time you looked. So at all costs you avoided anything in your room and washroom with a mirror. 

It was only making the episode you were suffering with only that much worse. Now not only did you feel numb and empty but the creeping in on self hatred was only growing stronger. For your appearance was always strange and inconsistent. 

You were just content to stay here in bed, not caring that life still went on without you. Not caring that you were missing out on time with friends, or missing out on spending time with Glorfindel. You had most certainly been avoiding those appointments with Master Elrond, to help manage these intense feelings but you just didn’t feel like you were worthy of receiving his help any longer. 

Let alone what was the point of doing so? When things felt so bleak and like they weren’t going to get better. Everything just felt so pointless and aimless. You were miserable, and there was such a heavy emptiness in the center of your chest, leaving you to feel numb and distant from everything around you. 

Quietly you rolled over onto your side, seeing the slivers of Anor trickling into the room through the cracks of the closed curtain. You simply sighed out, hunkering down in your bed, pulling the duvet higher over your shoulders. 

You wished the empty feeling would go away, that you could feel excited and happy and lively again. That everything would be okay again, you hated when you had episodes like this. Unable to move and do your normal things, to feel love and excitement and joy. You wanted to feel all of those things again, but there didn’t seem to be an end in sight to this madness. 

It made tears well in your eyes, knowing it was another day of feeling this way. You wanted it to end, to be normal and not have to deal with these things. You buried your face into the pillow on your bed, shielding your eyes away from the world, trying to take deep breaths to calm and steady yourself. You were just so overwhelmed and underwhelmed in the same breath. 

It was the sudden and gentle knock on your bedroom door that made you jump, bringing you to peer out over your duvet for just a moment. Assuming it was just someone to fetch this mornings tray, so you didn’t say anything only laying your head back down and focusing back on the curtains and watching the light dance across the floor with what slivered in. 

You heard the unmistakable sound of the doorknob turning, the way the hinges creaked slightly as the door opened, and footsteps making their way into the room, quietly closing the door behind them. Still you didn’t lift your head to see who was in here even as the quietly stood in the room, simply observing its condition. 

“Y/N?” Glorfindel’s warm voice spoke up softly, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You didn’t want to see him- You mean… You did. But not like this, not while you were feeling so insufferably miserable, grimy and distressed. You weren’t presentable, hair tangled, unbathed, still in the same clothes for the last few days. You only brought the duvet over your head as if to hide from him. 

But Glorfindel spotted your movement, he had noticed your absence this past week. Felt it tremendously, having missed your smiling face. Your hugs and soft kisses, your laughter, the softness of your hand in his. He wanted more than anything to embrace you, to tell you he loved you… Yet he assumed that you had been avoiding him. That was until the maids had talked to him about how you had hardly left your room, and everything but your bed had been untouched. 

So it was more than just you avoiding him, he knew you had fell into an episode with your depression. He felt foolish for assuming you had been avoiding him, when in reality you had been suffering. The maids had told him it had been days since you had moved from your spot in the bed, unless it was a necessity… At least that part he could only assume. As the maids hadn’t witnessed it themselves. 

“Go away…” You croaked out softly, weakly. Not really having the will to fight him, you just didn’t want him to see you like this. You felt disgusting and unworthy and so terribly empty… Yet you only heard the sounds of Glorfindel walking across the floor to your bedside. 

“Y/N…” He said in a soft and lamented voice, hearing him pause just at your bedside. You felt him gently begin to pull the duvet down and away from your head, but you simply sighed. Not fighting him on it, only closing your eyes as you just laid there unmoving in your bed. Glorfindel frowned sadly, coming to kneel at your bedside, his head level with yours and his hand coming to card through your tangled hair. 

For a moment it was just silent, it felt good to feel his fingers running against your scalp, that he was still so affectionate. Even at your worst and lowest point Glorfindel, as far as you could tell, didn’t care. It brought on the feelings of mild relief, even if it was overwhelmed and engulfed once more by that familiar cruel emptiness. 

For a long moment, Glorfindel thought on what he could do for you, to help you in your situation. Thinking over the things you might need for him to do, if you hadn’t moved… Then you weren’t eating and you hadn’t bathed. It was decided immediately that he would flag someone down for lunch and he’d help you bathe, at least so you would feel better. You needed to be taking care of yourself. 

“I will be right back.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving from his spot, quickly moving across the floor and to the door. Flagging someone down to come and fetch the tray and return with lunch… And clean bed sheets so you’d feel better. Once satisfied that they were doing their job, Glorfindel came back to you. 

“Come on Y/N, let's take a bath, it will make you feel better.” He whispered to you softly, you were tempted to argue and fight him, but Glorfindel didn’t give you much choice as he slid his arms beneath you. Pulling you from your cocoon, you didn’t fight him. You simply couldn’t bring yourself too, you were just too tired. 

Glorfindel carried you into the washroom- shutting the door behind himself- where Anor’s rays were spilling in through the small windows at the top of the room. Brighter than your bedroom, making you squint as you adjusted to the change in light, you felt your partner set you down on the bench in your washroom. Before he left you and went to turn on the water to the tub, you watched as he checked the temperature before plugging the tub. 

Adding in soap for a bubble bath, and quickly he grabbed a brush so he could do your hair. Any other time you would’ve been hesitant to undress in front of your partner, considering you weren’t wed. But he was right that you needed something to make you feel better, quietly he came back to you and gently helped you undress from your night clothes. 

Careful to help your arms out, pulling it over your head. Undoing little buttons, helping you stand before he walked you over to the tub. Not once did his eyes wander to places they shouldn’t go, not once did he make suggestive comments, or say anything that would make you uncomfortable. Bringing you to relax despite being bare before him for the first time, 

“Careful.” He muses softly to you as you come to the edge of the tub before climbing in, holding his hand to steady yourself. You can feel his strength as he holds you steady, and finally you can sink down into the tub, letting the warm water lap at your skin up to your chest. You sigh with relief at how good and warm it felt to be in the tub. How clean and fresh you already felt, 

“I will brush the tangles out before you wash your hair.” Glorfindel says to you, bringing the bench to the back of the tub and encouraging you to lean back against the tub. Softly does he pull your hair out and over the edge, where softly he begins to brush. 

“Have you seen Master Elrond?” He asks you softly, running the brush gingerly through your hair. You sigh out at his words, knowing this episode would be much more manageable if you had just made your appointments but you hadn’t. 

“No… I haven’t…” You whisper out to him in a soft voice, feeling like an utter failure that you couldn’t even keep to seeing him. Fully expecting for Glorfindel to be disappointed in you for not having gone, to blame you for being in this state because of the fact you hadn’t been still receiving therapy. 

“That is alright, we can send for him. I am sure he will make the time for you, seeing as this is an emergency.” He says gently, his brush still running through your hair. Carefully brushing out the tangles, making sure not to pull or rip through your hair painfully so, you forgot how good it felt to have him brush your hair. So you closed your eyes, savoring just how wonderful it was to have him tend to you. You felt your heart swell as the realization of his love started to creep in.

“Is it an emergency?” You asked softly, it was just an empty voice you spoke with and Glorfindel hummed out in reassurance, 

“Yes. It is an emergency, seeing as you are hardly taking care of yourself.” He says to you rather casually, yet you can’t help but feel as though he is upset with you. Maybe even on the verge of chastising you for not taking care of yourself. You grow teary eyed at the idea that he’s so disappointed in you, bringing a hand up to cover your eyes as you try to hide them from him. 

“I’m sorry…” You croak out, and Glorfindel pauses in his brushing coming quickly to the side of the tub. One hand gently caressing the exposed part of your face, 

“Y/N it’s okay, there is nothing to be sorry for.” He whispers to you gently, “I’m not upset with you, everything is alright.” He assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, you nod removing your hand to look at Glorfindel and he gives you a soft smile. He leaned to press a soft kiss to your lips and you sigh against him. It feels so good to have his affections and his care, you were starting to feel silly for having hidden in your room away from him. 

“If anything I should apologize to you over the fact that here you had been having an episode… And I hadn’t come to check on you sooner. For that I am sorry, Y/N.” Glorfindel said in a sweet and apologetic voice, you simply nodded. Just unable to really find your voice right now, but Glorfindel wasn’t offended by your lack of verbal answer. 

“Now, let me finish brushing your hair. I’ll leave you to bathe and help the maids change your bedsheets, hm?” Glorfindel said, his fingers coming to brush again through your hair as he stayed at the edge of the tub, his blue eyes honed in on yours and slowly you began to nod your head again.

Glorfindel gave you one last kiss, and then stood from his place going back to the bench to brush your hair again. Careful of all the tangles, taking his time, humming out a tune along with it putting you entirely at ease. For now you could definitely see that things were going to be okay, it felt like there might be a light at the end of the tunnel. Even if that tunnel was very long and you were nowhere near the end. 

Finally Glorfindel was satisfied that he had brushed all of your tangles out, before he stood to set the brush back onto the countertop of the washroom. Carefully he came back to you, gently pressing another kiss to your forehead, 

“I will leave you to bathe and I will be back with a fresh change of clothes.” He said to you, before getting up and slipping out the door carefully. Leaving you to your own devices in the bathroom, you sighed out, sinking lower into the tub. Letting the water cover your lips, relaxing in the tub. 

Glorfindel was right… This did make you feel better. You were starting to feel clean and better physically, so with that, you slid further into the tub to soak your hair. Running your fingers through it to make sure that all of it got wet before you sat up, reaching for the shampoo lathering it up and putting it in your hair. 

You took your time washing your hair, before conditioning it and finally bathing yourself. Before you could get the tub unplugged did Glorfindel come back into the washroom. With a set of fresh night clothes in hand, he didn’t see a point in making you get ready for the day when it was clear that you weren’t feeling well. 

With as much care as before, Glorfindel helped you out of the tub before he wrapped you in a big warm fluffy towel. His arms wrapping around your waist before he pressed several kisses to the top of your head, uncaring if you dampened his clothes. 

Taking your time you dried off, and Glorfindel was quick to help you change into your new night clothes, taking the time to button them up, help you slip your arms through it. When all was said and done, Glorfindel gently lifted you again from the floor, to carry you back out to your room. 

Your room had been tidied up while you had been bathing and the curtains were drawn slightly to let in the rays of Anor. Your sheets and duvet changed into fresh and clean ones and a meal was sitting on the bed on a tray, waiting for you to come and eat it. Glorfindel set you on the bed, before he took his place next to you, bringing you to pause. 

“Don’t you have work?” You asked in a soft voice, so you could brace yourself for when he would leave, but Glorfindel just scooted across the bed to be next to you. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head again, shaking his head. 

“No, I told Elrond what was going on. He gave me the rest of the day off.” Glorfindel explained before he reached for the tray to pull up to you so you could eat. 

“Oh… Well I am glad you aren’t leaving.” You answered him, and Glorfindel gave you a soft smile. 

“I am glad to be here, Y/N. Do you want me to stay when Elrond comes to speak with you?” He asked you wanting to make sure that you wanted him here or if you needed more space. For a moment you thought, especially as you finally began to pick at your meal. Shrugging finally,

“I don’t see why not.” You answered, “Thank you Glorfindel.” 

“Of course, meleth nin. Anything you need from me, I am here for you.” He assured you and you felt a weight fall off your shoulders, relieved that he would help you without question. Maybe you were worthy of getting help after all… You were glad Glorfindel stopped by and even more glad that he had helped you and was going to continue helping you. 

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[bisexualdisasterkevinday]

kandreil outsider pov please please please? ♥️

Alwaaaaays here for Kandreil ♥️

This one came about because I was writing JeanAaron and something felt wrong, something was ... missing ... (It was Kevin. I always miss him when he is not there). So I wrote something that includes him :) Right now it is mainly vibes and there is not much semblance of plot.

It is post-canon and KevNeil are on the same pro team, which a new dealer (our outsider POV) has just joined. She grew up with a love for Exy and can't quite believe that she gets to play on the same team as THE Kevin Day and THE Neil Josten. She tries to get closer to them (as one does) and gets more than she bargained for (including but not limited to a tiny goal keeper from a rival team) ;) Thanks for your ask ♥️

[a-lil-rats-art]

When you have writers block and artists block at the same time

[idontreallyexistyet]

I’m in a mood to practice my writing, give me some ideas or prompts and if I’m hit with the motivation beam I’ll try writing them!

[themboty]

did i write the scene i planned to write tonight? no.

however, I did add tension and chemistry to my MC and LI's first real interaction so to me it's a win