#and it’s their first adventure together

[al3zthecat-blog]

Yeah, I was so confused the first time I saw that interpretation, because what?

Then I saw that for some reason the fandom interprets (some jokingly but some seriously) that female Kabru was the one to break up the group in the everyone else but Laios' is female scenario.

Like, what? 🤔🤨

Now, Kabru is manipulative, but he is not a bad person and he uses his abilities to help others. He changes his behaviour to make people comfortable and trust him, but he doesn't use that for evil. Even when he kills those guys, he clearly does it because they are unrepentant criminals that more than likely would not have been punished, and later we learn why he sees the dungeon situation so seriously (because it is) (also, we can't judge him by modern morality).

That aside, why the fuck would female Kabru break up Laios' party? Laios' party was one of the strongest, it would make no sense to break it since Kabru's intentions were to become the Dungeon Lord or make sure someone good became the DL. It would make more sense for Kabru to try and join the party before the drama or after hearing out Laios' version of the story and realizing it is all a misunderstanding and explaining to Laios' why the women in his group think he is a pervert and helping the group get back together.

Laios is a great adventurer and has extensive knowledge of monsters, but his group went a long way because all of their experience and abilities.

If Kabru were unable to get the party back together he would invite Laios to her party, but Kabru's party is less experienced so it would make more sense for Kabru to try and patch things up and then in exchange ask to join their group.

I love Kabru and is not like I think Kabru would not use her charm if she considered it necessary (because he does the same as a man 😒😂) but Kabru is amazing at understanding/reading people, and Laios is canonically oblivious to romantic advances, so Kabru trying to seduce Laios would not work up and Kabru would totally know/ realize that.

Do I think Kabru's objective would change because she is a woman? Of course not, why would they if her past is the same which probably is.

Do I think that she would break up the group in purpose? Most definitely not as it would serve no purpose but sabotage her own plans and slow her down.

Do I think female Kabru would also pretend to be interested in monsters? Yes.

Do I think she would try to seduce Laios? Probably, but only to realize it is a pointless exercise and become as obsessed as canon Kabru and genuinely wanting to be friends with Laios and not realizing that she wants that .

on the subject of "the fandom being weirdly obsessed with interpreting everything about Shuro in the worst way possible" i have to bring up the "what if we all got our genders changed" comic because today i learned that there's a significant amount of people who saw this panel

^this panel, which depicts

a woman in tears as she talks about a guy (making a creepy face)

to two other woman making expressions of shock and concern while talking about that same guy (making a creepy face)

while that same guy (not making a creepy face) watches the scene and observes "yikes, that looks bad"

and came away from it with the intepretation "wow, Shuro is such a hypocrite, because his female version is clearly in love with Laios here"

[mrspiffy123]

Hollow Knight's Adventures with Dewi

"Okay, dad! I'm heading out to the woods for a bit!" Dewi threw his bag over his shoulders and tied up his boots. He wanted to spend every possible moment in Hallownest that he could. His dad called back, "Again? You've gone out every day for the past month… just be sure you have your walkie talkie so I can reach you." Dewi was already halfway through the door as he shouted back, "Don't worry, I got it!" and leapt out of the front door, heading back to the cave to meet up with Ghost, Hornet, and all is other insectoid friends.

After some time, Dewi reached the cave Hornet had first brought him to. He'd gotten better at navigating with each visit. Just as Dewi was grabbing the flashlight out of his backpack, he heard a rustle coming from behind. Whatever it was, it sounded much larger than the squirrels and small prey he was used to seeing. He quickly turned around, but didn't see anything. Dewi held the flashlight close in case he needed to bonk anything and run. Suddenly, from a bush popped up to… horn? Antlers? They didn't look like any animal Dewi had seen before. Quickly, the rest of the figure followed until out from the bush appeared… a small, cloaked child. They looked even younger than Dewi, and the wooden mask they wore looked exactly like his friend, Little Ghost.

"Uh… hi?" Dewi lowered his flashlight.

The figure nodded.

"Sorry, I was just… um… meeting some friends here. Do- do you know them? They go by Hornet and Little Ghost- er, just Ghost… I guess"

They nodded again, this time more enthusiastically. The figure pointed to itself.

"You do know them? That's why you're wearing that mask, right?"

They shook their head and again pointed at themselves.

"You… Ghost, is that actually you?"

The figure nodded and walked up to Dewi. Even though Dewi could now see eyes through the mask, their gaze remained empty as usual. He did, however, notice a small sword hanging by their side. "You, still have your sword I see… no, what did Hornet call it? A nail! Though… I guess sword would be more appropriate now." Ghost followed Dewi's gaze and slowly unsheathed the sword. It hesitated in almost every action, like every movement was a conscious effort.

The sword was real, no doubt about it, but it was a far cry from the glowing, pure white metal either of them were used to. The edge was noticeably sharp, but the blade itself was made from a dull, gray alloy. As Ghost put the sword back in its sheathe, Dewi couldn't help but keep asking questions, "What's happening? Did this happen to anyone else? Are they okay? Are you okay? What's going on?" Ghost waited for Dewi to catch his breath before simply shaking their head once. "Nothing, you don't even know or why this happened? W-what's the last thing you remember? Can you act it out?" The little one thought for a moment. It took a step back and started mimicking vague actions. Old habits die hard, it seems, for even with its new limbs and dexterity, Ghost couldn't manage much beyond stiffly waving its arms about.

"I'm sorry, I- I'm not getting anything from that. You can stop." Ghost came back and sat on a nearby rock. The two sat together in silence for a minute, both trying to process what they've found themselves in. After a while, Dewi took off his backpack and began rifling around in it, "Are you… hungry? Do you still need to eat? Did you need to eat before?" Just as he asked, the two heard a rumbling straight from the little one's stomach! Ghost nearly fell off its seat in shock before quickly readying a hand on its sword. Dewi just let out a small chuckle, "I guess that answers all three! Here! It's the best thing I could pack this early in the morning." He handed Ghost a small foil packet. It took the packet, and simply… held it.

"Oh, right. You're probably not used to wrapping, let me get that for you," Dewi grabbed the snack and tore the top open to reveal two pink frosted poptarts. He handed one to Ghost, who again gave nothing but an empty gaze. "It… goes in here," Dewi pointed at his mouth a took a bite from his own poptart to demonstrate. Ghost followed suit, slipping the confection under its mask and pulling it back to reveal a small chunk taken from the corner. "Now chew it, like this," Dewi started chewing through his food, heavily exaggerating the motion. It took Ghost a moment to figure out the movements, but it eventually got a hang of the process. Dewi tried explaining the rest through a mouthful of frosting and jam filling, "now, you shwallow…" He grabbed his water bottle to wash down the rest. He was about to offer it to Ghost before seeing it clearly struggle to figure out the mechanics of swallowing. Dewi couldn't help but giggle at his friend so clearly out of its element.

"Dewi? Ghost? Is that you, little ones?" The two whipped around towards the voice. Behind them stood a woman much taller than Dewi. Her perfect posture would have made her look quite elegant if it wasn't for the ragged cloak she was wearing. In her hands were a ring and a small harpoon, both attached by a long thread of twine, and she wore a mask just like Ghost, only ceramic instead of wood. Dewi recognized her voice immediately, and her mask was unmistakable. Whatever happened to Ghost, it had happened to her too.

"Hornet!" Dewi nearly leapt at her with a hug. She tried to stop him, but the kid's enthusiasm broke through her guard and toppled them both to the ground. "Dewi, please refrain from doing that again! I am not yet familiar with having only four limbs." She nearly had to pry Dewi off her. "Sorry! You don't know how long I've waited for that, now that we're the same size! Well… human sized, at least," he did his best to help Hornet as she slowly got up from the dirt.

"Dewi, what have you done. How have you made us both higher beings such as yourself?" Hornet straightened her mask and dusted off her cloak.

"I didn't do anything! I don't know how to turn bugs into humans!" Dewi was getting increasingly exhausted with Hornet's insistence on Dewi's status as a "higher being". He sat back down on his tree stump, defeated. "To be honest, I kinda hoped I'd get to be a bug and explore Hallownest with you guys. That place sounds so cool…"

"I wouldn't wish such things, Dewi. Even after you and Little Ghost triumphed over the Radiance, Hallownest is still a dangerous place. With your luck, you would wind up alone, or worse, stuck with Lemm." Dewi perked up at the name, "Who's Lemm?" Even in the current situation, he couldn't stop asking about Hallownest. "Just a crotchety old hermit. Lives in the City of Tears, hoarding and obsessing over his relics. I do not believe he would take kindly to your presence, Dewi. Apologies, I did not mean that as an insult."

"Uh… none taken? Oh! You're probably hungry! Ghost is it okay if I…" he plucked the poptart out of Ghost's hands. It hadn't taken more than that first bite, anyway. "Here!"

"What is this?" Hornet eyed the pastry with suspicion.

"It's food!" Dewi continued to offer it with a smile, "it might be a little sweet, but I really like them!" Hornet grabbed the popart cautiously before breaking off a piece and slipping it under her mask, being sure to keep her face hidden from Dewi. She chewed for only a few seconds before spitting on the ground.

"PLEH! This is the food of higher beings!? Is this even natural?!" She was kind enough to give it back to Dewi instead of the ants.

"Well… my dad says they have all kinds of preservatives. He doesn't like me eating too many. Calls them 'an affront to the natural order' but I think they're really tasty!" He breaks a piece off for himself before giving it back to Ghost who continues to hold it absentmindedly. "Here, have some water," he offers the bottle to Hornet.

She grabs the bottle, "This is simply water? Not another disgusting concoction of higher beings?"

"Well you don't have to be mean about it… but yeah, it's just water." He takes the bottle when Hornet's finished and sets it back in his back. He offers Hornet a seat at their new, impromptu meeting spot, to which Hornet silently obliges.

"Dewi, we need to know what is happening, and we are unfamiliar with your world. We do not know if this has happened to anyone else, or who. Are you willing to guide us?"

@lilybug-02 @violetthunderstorm

[elllisaaa]

HEESEUNG AND HOON??? how am i supposed to deal with this behaviour??? oh to be between them at a club, making out with hee while sunghoon has his hands all over me from behind… grinding and breathing at my ear 🫠

STOOOP i'm gnawing at the bars of my metal enclosure as we're speaking dinna

i know this ask is from a while ago but i'm still not over all the videos of that after party, they have been wrecking me

just imagine all the three of you are drunk as fuck, there has always been some kind of more-than-friends tension between the trio and now that your other friends aren't around for once, it all goes down. maybe it just starts with dancing very closely because the club is packed that night, and then you kiss heeseung just to test the water, and when he doesn't let you go after the first one, you stay attached to his lips. meanwhile you can feel sunghoon's hand roaming over your waist and your thighs, with not a care in the world for the way your short dress is riding up higher and higher because he just wants to see more. when you detach yourself from heeseung, he doesn't waste a second to turn your head this way and get his fair share of kisses. and heeseung takes his turn on your body, his hands shamelessly groping your boobs and relishing in the way you whine in sunghoon's mouth. you alternate between kissing the two of them, while they get more and more adventurous on your curves, your sounds mixing together and serving as a background noise, blended by the loud music. it isn't until heeseung admits that he needs more - only saying out loud what the three of you were thinking about for a while - that you decide to leave, coming back to your place to not let this information go to waste.

[lkblackham]

Had the image of a half human, half Qunari baby pop in my head and got some good therapy practicing drawing cute babies.

Being the child of a nurse-midwife, I have witnessed many births and many different kinds of new dads (on video, to be clear - my mom didn't drag me around to births in person). And so, it is my belief that Emmrich would definitely be the weepy type of new dad. I love those dads.

My personal fanfic headcanon stuff that may or may not be cringe, I make no apologies:

1) Qunari kids, much like goats, do not fully grow their horns until they hit puberty. Which is definitely for the best, because a) birth OUCH and b) can you imagine a hyperactive 2-year-old running around with what amounts to two giant spears attached to their head?

So for the first 12+ years of their life, they just have cute lil forehead nubbins that still really hurt when they headbutt you during a tantrum.

2) It's a girl. Because we all know that Emmrich has strong Girl Dad energy.

3) Atash and Emmrich had a really tough time with names - both given names and surnames. Atash isn't particularly attached to her surname (Laidir) and so was totally fine with just 'Volkarin' for their kid. Emmrich was insistent on including 'Laidir', however, as he felt very strongly about Atash's heritage and story sharing an equal part with his in naming their daughter. So she's got 2 last names - one for Nevarra and one for Rivain. She can pick whichever she prefers, or neither, or both. What matters is that both are there to begin with.

This line of thinking also, obviously, complicated the given name. It's really hard when you're pretty certain this is going to be your only kid, and you're from two very different cultures with their own ideas about names, AND you have a rather tragically long list of people you love who have passed on and deserve to have a child named after them. Not to mention, both of you have names you just personally like, saved away in your head just in case you ever did have a kid to name.

In the end, Atash and Emmrich came up with a compromise, for which they really hope their daughter won't resent them in the future: they gave her *four* names. One for a family member, one for a fallen friend, one for her Qunari heritage, and one that's just hers and no one else's.

So, all together, it came to:

Lobelia Elannora Lace Nazay Laidir Volkarin

It's. It's a lot. Atash and Emmrich both acknowledge that. But it felt wrong to not include those tributes in their daughter's name.

Besides, this just means she has a lot of options, right? Right? Right. Definitely.

(They also acknowledge that Lace Harding would think this was absolutely ridiculous and laugh at them over it, but that mental image being there is part of why they did it)

And yes, of COURSE they chose a flower name.

4) Manfred is really friggin excited to get the chance to watch someone grow up and maybe teach THEM some things himself. Emmrich is really friggin excited on both a personal and academic level to raise his daughter alongside his ward, teaching her about spirits while Manfred learns from her about mortals.

Manfred's also a really great diaper changer because he doesn't have a nose and he's not squeamish about literally anything.

(Not that Atash or Emmrich take advantage of this.)

(Often.)

BY THE WAY, VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not believe that the default Happy Ending for everyone is having kids. In another universe, Emmrich and Rook are just as happy teaching Manfred how to be a person and mage (or not, if Emmrich became a lich) and going off on their own kid-free adventures. YOU MAKE THE CHOICES THAT ARE BEST FOR YOU and fuck what the tropes say.

This is just *my* fantasy cringe fluff. You do you. ♥️

[marbofmoorock]

I'm just gonna make a short story based on this incredible art:

TADC SIDE ADVENTURE: A New Girl in Town, Droppin' in

Today, in the Amazing Digital Circus, Caine decides to give everyone a day off. Much to everyone's surprise, everyone walks off relieved, doing something fun with their time. Jax goes to his room to play video games, Pomni hangs out with Kinger in his pillow fort, and Gangle and Zooble go have fun together. Everyone's got something to do, except Ragatha.

She was looking forward to this adventure today, as Caine had hinted she would meet ai doll characters just like her. Ragatha had wanted to meet other ai that looked like her, but sadly, she's the only toy doll amongst the cast.

Caine takes note of Ragatha's sadness and decides to check on her.

"HELLO MY DEAR! YOU SEEM QUITE GLUM FOR SOMEONE WHO FOUND OUT SHE'S GOT A DAY OFF. I CAN APPRECIATE SOMEONE WHO LOVES MY ADVENTURES ENOUGH TO MISS THEM, BUT WHY THE LONG FACE, RAGATHA? YOU'RE USUALLY SO UPBEAT!"

Ragatha looks over at Caine, then back at the floor as she holds her arm with her other arm.

"Well Caine, I...didn't know that the Doll adventure would be cancell-"

"NOT TO WORRY MY DEAR! I ONLY CANCELED IT FOR THE OTHER MEMBERS, I WANTED TO PUT YOU ASIDE BECAUSE THIS ADVENTURE IS FOR YOU EXCLUSIVELY!!!"

Ragatha gasped, her expression went from sad to shocked in an instant, then to joyful.

"No way..."

"YESSS WAAAAAAAY," said Caine, delighted to see Ragatha's mood changed for the better, " You're in for a real surprise this time! Your mission is to make A friend! Have fun!"

Caine snaps open a portal, gesturing Ragatha to enter. Surprised that Caine would set her aside for an adventure was so riveting, thought Ragatha as she enters the portal.

On the other side, Ragatha finds she's in a giant room, or perhaps she's super tiny. Regardless, she saw other dolls all over this large room. Some of them were her size, others were smaller, then there were plenty of other toys, but most of them were dolls of various kinds, from barbies, to Bratz, to lalaloopsy, strawberry shortcake and many others. Ragatha was so shocked at how many dolls there were, noticing how beautiful they looked, appearing more human-like and pretty. As Ragatha looked at her ragdoll arms for a moment, a hint of insecurity passed her, interrupted by one of the smaller dolls with blonde hair her size, who approached her.

"Hey there. You must be the new doll. My name's Milly Milkshake. Come with me." She holds Ragatha's hand with her own plastic one, and Ragatha follows, feeling accepted and happy knowing someone in this wild you city of fashion and plastic fantastic would want to welcome her, a ragdoll.

She guides her to another side of the room, past many other characters and dollhouses, some being built, while some are fully lived in. "This is amazing," Ragatha thought out loud.

"It's pretty cool, I guess. There's a lot of mean dollies here, so it's good I found you first. There are too many mean girlies here, and I wouldn't want you to be bullied on your visit."

Ragatha listens intently, reminded of her past life when she was bullied out of loving her horse toys when she was very young, often missing them.

Milly brings Ragatha to her smaller dollhouse and they go inside. It's like a house and an ice cream Parlor rolled into one, Milly lives up to her name, I guess, thought Ragatha.

"Well, this is it, mi casa ea su casa, as Espinza, my other doll friend, would say. Make yourself at home." Milly says, gesturing to the comfy looking sofa.

Ragatha sits down and she makes Milkshakes for both of them, and just chat. Ragatha spends a lot of time with Milly, enjoying a good time with her. They talked for hours, played tea parties, they even rode on the larger toy horses, which made Ragatha very happy.

While Ragatha was hyperaware of how NPCs and Ai often forget about you quickly, she made the most of it, happy to be around other dolls. Milly gives her a gift of mini toy horses Ragatha can keep in her room. This brings Ragatha to tears and she hugs Milly really tightly.

"OH THANK YOU...I...have never been given such a gift before...I love it...*sniff*...Thank you..."

Milly smiled, accepting her hug and hugging her back for the longest time: "You're never alone Ragatha. I'll always be right here, okay?" She gestures to her chest where her heart is, "I'll miss you."

"...Me too..." Says Ragatha, crying loudly as Milly had been so nice to her.

They eventually end the hug, and Ragatha walks through the portal back to the circus.

Caine congratulates Ragatha for completing her adventure and sends her off to her room to rest and cool off.

With her new toy horses and tears in her eyes, Ragatha cries with joy, as her heart warms at the thought of Milly and her kindness. In her honor, she relives her childhood memories and plays with horses yet again.

The End.

I had this AU idea where a new member joins the digital circus and it’s a doll. But unlike Ragatha who is a ragdoll she’s like a perfect barbie like doll. And she makes Ragatha feel insecure. Like she has two eyes, full hands, perfect hair, a pretty face, etc. And fears that everyone prefers her, especially Jax. And grows worried that Jax will go on to play with another doll instead and her bored of her. Inspired by Prom Dress.

[theonceandfuture]

that's all i ever needed to hear...

@hollowslantern @thevariable

[loveandleases]

Hi hi~ It's my birthday and I'm running on fumes. So- How would the Ro's celebrate MC's birthday with them if the MC doesn't mind doing whatever/doesn't plan to do anything special? I'm desperate for Ardent... WHO SAID THAT??

Happy Birthday!!!! 🎂🎈🎉 I hope you've had a good one. I'm going to throw it under a cut because it somehow ended up being almost 2k words! Ardent is just as desperate, he's just in denial!

❤️ Cam - First off, would MC mind getting a piercing? Cam would be thrilled to get matching ear piercings with them. But if that’s not their thing, he’d suggest something more subtle, like matching jewelry. Maybe one of those permanent bracelets that are soldered on—a small but meaningful reminder of their bond.

Cam is up for anything, truly. If MC wants to stay in and have a cozy night watching movies, he’s already pulling up his favorite food apps and ordering takeout from three different places. But if MC feels adventurous, he’s all in. One of those indoor trampoline parks? Perfect—just give him a second to grab some Dramamine first. Whatever the plan, he’s ready to make the day unforgettable.

And at the end of the night, Cam has one last surprise: a scrapbook. “Old school, I know,” he says with a sheepish grin as he hands it over.

The pages are filled with his favorite memories. Photos from his point of view, capturing the little moments that mattered most to him over the years. There’s a whole section dedicated to the doggo (because, of course), and even a page or two with G, reflecting the years of shared friendship. And yes, there are even photos of MC with Chris—but Chris has been carefully, and a little dramatically, cut out of every one.

Cam shrugs, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he fidgets with the edge of one of the photos. “I couldn’t just throw them out,” he murmurs, running his fingers along the edges of the picture. His voice softens as he glances at MC, the corners of his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile. “You looked too good.”

💙 G - They never truly enjoyed their birthday, especially since it’s on Valentine’s Day. But MC changed that for them. Even when they weren’t together, MC still made sure to bake G a cake, showing how much they cared and G wants to do the same.

This year, G had been planning it for a while. They wanted everything to be just right—a nice dinner out on the town, the kind of place that serves those tiny, fancy portions. But when they hear MC’s stomach growling later that night, G would laugh and take them back to the kitchen to whip up a big, hearty meal, just the way they like it.

Afterward, they’d take MC on a walk, retracing steps to places they’d always wanted to show them back when they weren’t speaking. They would begin reminiscing about those late-night strolls they used to share in school.

G would have two gifts for MC. The first is something they’ve kept all this time (spoiler, i can't say what it is since you will be able to receive this item and place it in your MC's room). The second is a sweater. Not to replace the one they absolutely stole, by the way—no, of course not. This one is different. It’s a sweater G has worn over the years, one they’ve thought about MC wearing, imagining them wrapped up in its warmth.

And to end the night, G would surprise MC with a homemade cake, the icing meticulously decorated with the image of their dog. It’s not perfect, a tad lopsided, the color a little off.

💚 Kara - Oh, MC is getting spoiled. If they’re down for pampering, then Kara is going all out. First up, the best massage money can buy—only the best for MC. Kara will even attempt to bake them cookies… and we all know how that is going to go. When that inevitably doesn’t pan out, she’ll pivot to taking MC out for dinner. Fine dining, of course. Is a seven-course meal too much? Probably. Should she have asked beforehand? Definitely.

Kara doesn’t have the shared history with MC that Cam and G do, and she knows it. So, in a rare moment of thoughtfulness, she’ll invite Em along, intent on building a better relationship with MC and making the night truly special.

To top it off, Kara would rent a luxurious hotel for the night. Yes, MC can eat the snacks in the minibar—she’s paying. She’d try to whisk MC out of the country for a weekend getaway, but when their schedule doesn’t allow it, she’ll opt for the next best thing: a staycation. A weekend of indulgence, relaxation, and Kara-style bonding.

Her real gift, though, is far more personal: a key to her place, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers. The same flowers she once gave MC years ago—though back then, Chris had claimed the credit. This time, Kara makes sure there’s no doubt where they came from.

💛 M - One thing about Mar: they really like to have a plan. Whether it’s outlining their novel or taking MC out on a date, having a plan helps them prepare for what’s to come. So, if you happen to look through M’s search history, don’t be surprised if you come across things like:

"How to give your partner the best birthday"

"How much tongue is too much tongue? Techniques for French kissing"

And last but certainly not least, “What exactly is Netflix and chill?” (Had to include that, especially with a planned snippet!)

The first thing M can think to do is take MC somewhere special. Not to an anime convention (though they already bought tickets and even wanted to plan couple costumes—they had to talk themselves down from that). Instead, M decides on a place they don’t get to visit often, a place they love: home. And not their apartment, but their childhood home, the house their mothers still own.

M doesn’t get much time away from work or book tours, so this will be one of the few opportunities they can actually take MC. Since MC is up for anything, it doesn’t dawn on M until later that they’re essentially taking MC to meet the parents. Truthfully, M is more nervous than MC. At home, though, M is much more confident—they know what they’re doing and where to go. It’s one of the few times M feels completely sure of themselves. The trip is a success. M had already told their mothers about MC so of course they end up adoring MC even more.

As for a gift, M isn’t sure what to give. They hope that their presence—their trust, adoration, and love—will be enough. But just in case, M has a backup. They pull out their finished novel, ready for store shelves. Normally, M keeps the first published copy for themselves, but this time, they don’t. They want MC to see the first page after opening the cover—a heartfelt dedication, to none other than MC.

💜 Isaac - Isaac has never gotten this far with a partner since their ex. They’ve never allowed themselves to care for someone that deeply, not until MC. So when Isaac finally allows themselves to openly care for MC, they want to make it count. They want to do for MC what their mother used to do for them, even going so far as to bake their mother’s cake recipe. Listen, Isaac can cook—baking, though, is a little iffy. So it won’t be perfect, but it will be made from the heart. Just like the day Isaac has planned: something as simple as running errands, spending time together, sharing quiet moments. It’s something Isaac, admittedly, took for granted early on in their relationship.

Now, they don’t hold back as much. Isaac openly tells MC how they feel, how much they care for them, and shows it as well. The list of people who care about Isaac is minuscule, and they don’t take that for granted. They’re open to any thoughts MC has for the day, any question about Isaac’s past, or their job that they’d kept hidden for so long. Isaac’s willing to share even the details about their parents.

The gift is simple. No, it’s not free reign over Isaac’s car—nice try. It’s a plant, a cat-safe flower because Isaac knows Cupid likes to visit. They’ve taken care of it for a while, making sure it’ll survive before giving it to MC. But the flower itself isn’t what’s important. What matters is the sentiment behind it—the idea of nurturing something so it can grow.

It’s a promise from Isaac, a vow that they won’t stop working on themselves, that they won’t stop fighting for their relationship with MC. It’s the promise of being honest, with MC, with themselves, and accepting just how much they care for one another.

🖤 Ardent - MC would wake up gently, kissed softly on the lips, greeted with breakfast in bed. He’d actually been prepping it since the day before, and when Ardent cooks, he really goes all out. He doesn’t mess around. That means MC’s day isn’t just about breakfast—it’s also lunch, dinner, and his special baklava. There are so many ways the day can go, especially if his uncle tries to rope him into helping close the bar (he won’t, because today is all about MC).

Though MC insists they don’t care what they do for the day, Ardent can’t accept that. He wants nothing more than to make it special for them. Ardent’s life has changed so much since MC came into it. They’ve helped him understand just how important it is to open up, to stop keeping people at arm’s length. He would be lost without them, and he wants to show his appreciation for all they’ve done for him.

He never expected his mom to fly in when he told her it was MC’s birthday, nor did he plan for his cousins or his uncle to join in. He wasn’t surprised when his niece showed up with a handmade gift, though she lied and claimed Ardent got it for MC, afraid that he’d forgotten. He could never forget.

MC gets a big party, and while he knows it might not be their ideal, he apologizes later in the day. There’s one thing Ardent has always wanted to do with MC, ever since that day they rushed Cupid to the emergency vet. He’s a bit sentimental, sure. But he can’t help it, especially when he ties a little note to Cupid’s collar for MC to find late at night, when she curls up next to them.

Who would’ve imagined that Ardent Pine writes love notes? Even worse, he doodles hearts. Yeah, he won’t live that down, but it’s something he’s come to accept. And he’s hoping his gift will be something MC can accept, too. An invitation to become a bigger part of his life and of Cupid’s. The note includes a crude drawing of a cat and a message:

As much as I love Cupid, I never could’ve imagined you’d love her too. That you’d care for her when I was such an as- (the swear is scribbled out) jerk. I never could’ve imagined you’d worm your way into my heart—and hers. So, whaddya say, trouble? Will you have us?

Ardent takes a deep breath, his face looking calm as ever. But MC notices the slight twitch of his fingers in his pockets—something he does when he’s nervous. His eyes meet theirs for a moment, and then he simply says, “Move in with me.”

[minniesfiles]

YOUNG, WILD AND FREE

There was nothing Mingyu valued more than his freedom — not even your friendship.

❧ PAIRING; mingyu x reader

❧ GENRE; angst

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; friends with benefits, friends to strangers, angst, school au, swearing, unrequited love, mingyu is an asshole, crying, mention of smoking

❧ WORDCOUNT; 2.1k

𐚁₊⊹

▍12 JULY 2015

Eighteen is an age where most teenagers are expected to have their minds set on the future by making plans, and preparing for adulthood.

But for you and Mingyu, life had a different flow, one that refused to conform to societal expectations. To you both, eighteen wasn’t the end of your teenage years but the peak of them — a time to savor the short-lived moments of youth before the emerging responsibilities of adulthood could tighten their grip.

You had your entire lives to be serious, to settle down, and to embrace the grind. For now, life was about embracing freedom and chasing the kind of memories you’d still laugh about decades later.

The word “fun” held a different connotation to you. It was about enjoying the reckless energy of youth and pleasures.

It meant sneaking into wild parties with flashing lights and loud music, losing yourselves in the rhythm of the dance floor. It meant exploring the highs and lows of life without apology — whether through alcohol-fueled nights that blurred into dawn or the moments of sexual intimacy that only the two of you shared.

Those moments weren't uncommon though — they became a routine to you. In the world that you and Mingyu lived in, everything was an adventure, and nothing was too risky if it promised even a silver amount of excitement.

The way you two fit together was magnetic, like two pieces of a puzzle meant to magnify each other's joy and chaos. You pushed each other deeper into the vortex you called life, and he carried an unshakeable confidence that you returned.

But even as you laughed and celebrated your youth, things began to change — subtly at first. It was in the little things. Like the way he would look at you as if he were looking for something deeper, or the quiet moments in which the usual play of your shenanigans would cease and a wordless burden would linger.

“Have an extra cigarette?” Mingyu asked as he jogged towards you, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You shook your head with a half-smile, “sorry, this was my last one.”

With a careless shrug, you dropped the burning stub onto the pavement and crushed it under your boot.

“Liar,” he said with a scoff, rolling his eyes as he sat down next to you. His presence was so casual, as if the air between you two wasn’t filled with tension.

You glared at him, irritation bubbling to the surface. “Mingyu, what do you want?” you asked sharply, crossing your arms in an attempt to create some barrier between the two of you.

“Chill, I didn’t even do anything,” he said defensively, his hands shooting up as though to shield himself from your sharp tone. But you weren’t having it.

“No, I mean, why are you here? Surely you want something,” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. There was no way Mingyu had just ditched his best friend’s birthday party to come and find you for no reason, especially not after what happened.

He sighed deeply, shifting uncomfortably before speaking. “Look, I wanna talk about that night…last week,” he started hesitantly, his voice quieter than usual.

Your heart skipped a beat, and the mention of “that night” made a knot form in your stomach. You shot up from the rusted bench, shaking your head quickly.

“I don’t want to do this,” you muttered, your voice low but firm. You couldn’t bear to go back there — not with him.

But Mingyu wasn’t going to let you walk away that easily. “Y/n, wait!” he called out, suddenly on his feet.

His hand grabbed your wrist before you could take another step, and spun you around to face him. The sudden movement startled you, and before you knew it, you were pressed up against his chest. You froze, the proximity making it impossible to ignore the intensity in his eyes.

“That night-” he began, his voice trembling slightly, but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Please, can we not talk about it?” your voice was almost a whisper now, your resolve crumbling as the weight of that memory pressed against your chest. Each second felt heavier as the images of that night played in your mind.

Mingyu’s grip on your wrist tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to keep you anchored there. “You know we were drunk,” he said softly, his gaze searching for yours.

“And I know those words…they didn’t mean to come out of your mouth. But I need you to understand that I’m not ready for things like that.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, each syllable piercing through your chest. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready for what you felt, for what you said that night. And hearing him say it out loud — hearing the finality in his tone — was enough to break something deep inside you.

Your shoulders slumped as the weight of his rejection settled in. It wasn’t anger or frustration that you felt in that moment, but a bone-deep sadness. Your heart felt like it had been sliced in two, leaving you standing there completely shattered.

Yet, you said nothing. What could you say? The words that had once tumbled out of your mouth were now stuck in your throat, choking you.

You didn’t even realise your eyes were welling up with tears until you felt the warm streaks slide down your cheeks. Embarrassed and overwhelmed, you pulled away from Mingyu’s grasp with a sharp jerk, and wiped your face with shaky hands.

“I wasn’t drunk that night, Mingyu. But I was definitely stupid to have my hopes high” your voice cracked as you blurted.

His expression froze, and his brows furrowed in confusion as he searched your face for clarity. “What do you mean?” he asked.

But you didn’t want to explain — not now, not like this. “Forget it,” you said harshly, taking another step back and shaking your head as though that would erase the vulnerability you had just exposed. You refused to let him see any more of the pain that clawed your heart.

He stood still, staring at you as you turned on your heel and tried to leave. But before you could get too far, you heard the sound of his footsteps behind you. He wasn’t going to let you walk away, not without answers.

Grabbing your wrist, he spun you around, his grip firm but not forceful. His other hand came up to tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with something between frustration and desperation.

“Y/n, I need answers,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “You’re not in love with me, are you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, frozen. He pressed further, his voice louder now, “answer me, goddammit!”

“SO WHAT IF I AM?!” you shouted back, your voice rising before cracking.

“So fucking what?!” you could barely hold yourself together anymore, your words spilling out in a shaky defiance.

“Y/n, we’re just fuck buddies. I thought we made it clear that no feelings were supposed to be involved, and that we wouldn’t fall for each other,” Mingyu said, his voice firm yet laced with frustration.

He looked at you like he was trying to drill the words into your mind, as though reminding you of the rules would somehow erase everything you were feeling.

“I know, okay?! I know!” you shouted, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions.

“But I couldn’t help it, Gyu. I couldn’t help how I feel about you. It just…it just happened,” you sobbed, rubbing your face in frustration. The tears wouldn’t stop falling, each one a reminder of how deeply you had let yourself fall for him.

Mingyu’s expression hardened, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes. Maybe hesitation, or guilt? He opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. He didn’t know how to respond, and that silence stung more than any words could have.

Finally, he sighed “stay away from me from now on” he said. His voice was cold and detached, as if he flipped a switch and turned off all the warmth you’d once felt from him. His eyes bore into yours with a glare that was meant to sever ties.

Your heart shattered. The pain was unbearable, like a knife twisting deeper with each passing second. “I want to have fun, Y/n, and I don’t need you and your stupid feelings ruining anything for me,” he added, his tone sharp and unforgiving.

He turned to walk away, and something inside you snapped. Before you could think, you ran after him, grabbing his wrist with trembling hands. “Mingyu, wait!”

He stopped but let out an exasperated sigh, turning back to you with visible annoyance. “What now?” he asked sharply.

You stepped in front of him, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him. “Please don’t do this,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“We’ve been friends for a long time, and I can’t help how I feel about you. I love you, Gyu. I love you. Why can’t you understand that?”

Your shaking hands reached up to cup his face. Your touch was desperate and filled with longing, hoping — praying — that he would finally see how much he meant to you.

“Why can’t we give each other a chance?” you asked again, your voice quivering as tears spilled. There was a pleading in your eyes that you hoped Mingyu would notice.

But all he did was glare back at you. He took a step back, shaking his head, and pushed your hands away from his face. “The thing is, I don’t love you, Y/n,” he said bluntly, his tone sharp enough to cut through the silence.

“And you can’t force someone to love you either.” The heaviness of his words hit you like a tidal wave, and your knees threatened to buckle under the growing ache in your chest.

He took a deep breath, running a hand through his dark hair before continuing, “And plus, we’re only eighteen. There’s still so much I want to do, so much I want to experience. Getting into a relationship is a huge commitment, and I’m not ready for that kind of thing right now. We’re young, wild, and free, Y/n.”

His voice softened for a moment, almost as if he was trying to make you understand his point. “I just want to enjoy my life and do what I want before I even think about settling down.”

He studied your face for a moment, his gaze intense but unreadable. “Come on, Y/n, you used to think like that too. What happened to that girl? You’re the one who used to say we’re too young to have these kinds of feelings, too young to get caught up in this kind of drama. What changed? What happened to you?” his voice cracked slightly as he asked, but he quickly masked it with frustration.

You couldn’t look him in the eye anymore. Instead, your gaze dropped to the ground as silent tears rolled down your cheeks. “I know,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“But things can change. People can change. Feelings can change. I love you, Mingyu,” you confessed, your words broken by a quiet sniffle.

He scoffed, taking another step back. “Well, I don’t,” he said flatly. “And I need you to stop contacting me from now on.”

His words were final as he walked past you, and you didn’t chase this man this time no matter how much you wanted to. You stayed rooted in place, letting the silence envelop you as you silently cried. For the first time, you realised that no amount of love on your end could ever make him stay.

You stumbled and collapsed onto your knees as sobs wracked your body. Tears streamed down your face, blurring the lights of the city around you. You never loved anyone before, not like this, and you never experienced the gut-wrenching pain of heartbreak either. The sting of rejection pierced deeper than you ever thought was possible. You had no idea what it meant to feel this hollow, this abandoned, until Mingyu.

Some of the things he said still echoed in your mind — they weren’t entirely wrong. You once believed that you were too young for anything serious, too young to tie yourself down.

But somewhere along the way, your feelings shifted. You saw a future with him, imagining moments far beyond your eighteen years. Yet, reality came crashing down. To him, you were never more than a temporary connection, a mistake you had mistaken for love.

[beetlesau]

Its Light Still Shines.

Chapter 1

(Shadow x reader) (fem) - 1.5k

LoL yeah I don't know what's going on here. I don't know why I make everything I write complicated af.

This contains Mild spoilers for Sonic 3, but it's a mix of the movie but more Sonic Adventure 2 game, and of course just made up stuff. Reader is lab created along with Shadow, so has similar abilities. OKAY, enjoy, or not. bye!

It was a long and dreamless nothing. I wasn't awake but not quite asleep. The only moments of semi-consciousness came in the form of pain radiating around me. At first, I felt small, but I thought of myself as a more significant mass over an unknown amount of time. I collected thoughts and understanding. In every spurt of pain, I felt myself grow. It was slow, and it was all that could occupy my mind.

After, or before, came the memories of our life. An endless weaving of what was and what was. We saw through eyes that looked at a furry form of black and red. We saw the stars from the ARK, our home, our prison.

One day, We became I. I had her memories as well as my own newly formed ones.

I saw as I sat across from him, the wires that poked and prodded at his skin. He didn't see me; I wasn't really there just yet. But she was, Maria. We cared for him the same. I cared for her like he did; how could I not? When she was me. Once.

Maria was sick, and in her grandfather's desperation to cure her, I was brought forth from the nothingness of the Universe.

As was he. Shadow. We were one and the same in our purpose, though assembled in vastly different ways.

My mind remembers hers. It recalls all her thoughts and feelings and, at times, her pain. But most of all, it remembers her love, compassion, and how she cared. It was all for him.

Then, one day, my purpose was lost. My reason for existence is no longer a factor in the world, yet I still grow.

I see three heroes at odds with despair. The waters divide and make way for the behemoth. I see his Control of Chaos, powering the destruction. I feel his anger and his pain.

I think I'm awake. I believe my limbs ache as I move them for the first time. I find my face. I must be numb; I cannot feel the limb that protrudes from my face like a trunk when I touch it with my fingers, but I feel myself breathe into it as I realize I am surrounded by a liquid. It feels unnatural. I remember images from before but see only blackness now. I move my hands again, higher, and caress the two slight divots there. Eyes. My own. A foreign feeling, but the knowledge floods me like an unlocked door. I open them, and the light blinds me. There are flashing red lights, and I become aware of the unnatural blaring of sound surrounding me.

I am trapped. I feel my arms, and now legs flail on instinct and bang against the cylinder that contains me. I watch as the glass fractures and finally shatters, and my body spills out along the floor. The tube connected to half of my face, which I thought belonged to my anatomy, rips away as I get swept away with the water.

I gasp, a tear of pain, as my lungs inflate on their own for the first time. Shards of glass below me cut at my hands as I pull myself up on shaky legs.

I shouldn't be able to stand.

By all accounts, this is my first time ever doing so. I can feel the muscles under my skin, the ligaments that hold my frame together. It's all brand new but so familiar. I take my first steps to an unmanned computer terminal, flinching at the lights that bounce around the screen.

The date and time hover in the lower corner.

I've been ... growing... in that tube for fifty years. I can't be shocked by this alone, but as I look into the reflection of one of the monitors, I notice I don't have the signs of an aged person. Through my Maria's eyes, I recall our grandfather and his aged flesh and white hair. The wrinkles in his skin he'd earned with time. I looked older than the Maria I saw in my mind's eye. When she'd brush her long hair in the mirror, we'd stare back. I didn't look anything like her now. Even when I was made of her own DNA and whatever mix of mad science Gerald Robotnik concocted, I was entirely unique from her. Free of her imperfections, one half of an Ultimate Lifeform.

But Maria was gone. Why was I here? What was my purpose now? Why was I made? A shade of her.

A shadow.

Shadow.

Where was he?

Fifty years imprisoned with my own visions of what was and what will be, fifty years of knowing his suffering like it were my own.

I closed my eyes and spoke aloud for the first time in my creation. My voice wavered, and the word felt weighted in my mouth.

"Shadow."

My body tingled and compressed into itself.

Rain pattered down onto my face, and when my eyes opened, I was met with a blackened sky and a million neon lights.

I was unfamiliar with the place, yet I knew it was Tokyo. I knew things I shouldn't and yet did. Small tidbits of just enough information flooded my brain. I'd teleported to an alleyway, thankfully away from the patches of flame that blazed from explosions nearby.

Shadow stood less than fifty feet away atop an overturned vehicle. He'd already been loose and the cause of such destruction.

Above, I could hear the intense beat of a GUN airship propeller. A Mobian trio would descend any moment, and I would lose Shadow to Sonic and furious pursuit.

"Daijōbudesuka?" I turned to find a tiny old woman peeking her head out of a back door. Keeping an eye on the chaos outside her shop, she had a near heart attack when I appeared before her, mostly naked. She shouted at me in Japanese, and I responded similarly.

"So sorry, Auntie. Can I borrow your clothes?" It wouldn't be a great first official impression to walk up to Shadow nude. I bowed and spoke in words I wasn't sure how I knew.

She seemed taken aback but shook her head furiously and asked that I wait a moment. When she returned, she had a large blue and purple iridescent rain jacket and a threadbare dress. I watched as her expression turned from one of concern to fear. Why was I here in the alley? How did I get here, naked as I was? She must have surmised that I was connected to the disorder happening just out front and decided getting close to me was not in her best interests. She peaked again, leaving just enough room to toss the clothes across the way to me. I thanked her, but she didn't hear, having slammed the door shut.  

By the time I got to the mouth of the alleyway, I was dressed and pulling up the hood around my damp hair.

"Shadow!" I called. What was I even supposed to say? I saw visions of what was to come, but that didn't give me a clue about what would stop him from going down that path.

Then I saw him with these eyes for the first time. Electricity moved through me, and I couldn't breathe. Vivid flashes of Maria in her happiest times flooded my mind. I felt my eyes well with tears, and my lip quivered.

I moved closer to him; if he'd had the same connective feeling, he didn't let it show.

"Sh-shadow. You have to stop.. What you would do... you don't have to-"

"And just who are you?" he cut me off with a raspy anger I'd never heard from him.

"I-I'm... I'm Maria?" I stuttered; this was a question I did not honestly know the answer to, and my reply was weak and unsure. It didn't sound right to my own ears.

His eyes widened in surprise before a snarl replaced it with anger.

"What is this, some sort of trick? Are you working with GUN? I'll kill you for that, faker. Don't pollute her memory, disgusting creature." he raised a gun he'd taken from one of the officers and pointed it at my head, intent on ending my lies.

"Control." I spoke, and in an instant, I appeared behind him. "I won't hurt you, Shadow. I'm not with GUN. Though maybe you're right, maybe I'm not who I thought I was."

He spun around just as fast to face me, ready to make a move again, but it was too late. I dropped to my knees in a desperate attempt to reach him. "Shadow, please! I know you're hurting. I know what you're planning. It doesn't have to be this way."

My chance to change his mind had passed as three figures landed from the sky. His attention shifted to the others, likely convinced I was nothing but a distraction.

"Leave, before I kill you." he growled over his shoulder.

My head hurt. I had to go. I could not do anything now; I knew he was already on the path I'd wished to avoid.

"Some stars might no longer exist by the time their light is seen." I couldn't remember what that meant; but it was important to us. My head was splitting. I'd barely whispered the words to him before I'd had to warp away.

I missed the way his eyes lit with familiarity.

[kkarinaaz]

real man

aespa as girlfriends

gf!aespa x gn!reader

warnings : none .

w/n - first post doing ot4 ! sorry for not posting for the past few days , ive been trying to figure out what to write 🥲 .

KARINA -

- karina would be incredibly attentive and thoughtful in a relationship. she’d always notice the little things about you, like when you’re feeling down or need encouragement.

- she’d express her love through small but meaningful gestures, like sending sweet texts or preparing your favorite snacks.

- as someone who exudes a calm and elegant aura, karina might initially be reserved about her feelings, but once comfortable, she’d open up completely and share her deepest thoughts.

- she’d enjoy quiet, cozy dates like stargazing or staying in and watching movies, cherishing the intimacy of one-on-one time.

WINTER -

- winter would be the playful and teasing type, constantly making you laugh with her witty humor and unexpected antics.

- she’d show her love in fun and spontaneous ways, like surprise outings or sending you funny memes that remind her of you.

- despite her playful nature, winter has a deeply caring side and would always be there to listen when you need her.

- she’d enjoy low-key dates like arcade visits or gaming nights, often turning everything into a lighthearted competition.

GISELLE -

- giselle would be laid-back and understanding, making you feel completely comfortable being yourself around her.

- she’d value deep conversations and enjoy talking about anything and everything with you, from random thoughts to your future dreams.

- giselle would often surprise you with her romantic side, writing little notes or playlists to express her feelings.

- she’d love adventurous dates like exploring new restaurants or traveling to unique places, but she’d also be down for relaxing nights in with good music and snacks.

NINGNING -

- ningning would bring so much positivity and energy into the relationship. she’d constantly cheer you up and remind you how amazing you are.

- she’d love showing affection, whether through hugs, compliments, or sending random “I miss you” messages.

- ningning would be all about having fun together, whether it’s going to karaoke, dancing around at home, or trying out creative hobbies like painting.

- her youthful and lively personality would keep the relationship exciting, but she’d also be incredibly supportive during serious moments.

picasso, you like ? 😀

requests are always open, i write for any group bg + gg .

[p3akd1lfc0rner]

Arthur Morgan × Daughter! Reader

SFW

Arthur, despite his tough exterior, would be gentle and caring towards you, his daughter. He'd often find himself marveling at how someone like him could help create something so precious and pure like you.

He would teach you how to ride a horse, hunt, and survive in the wilderness - skills that he believes are essential for anyone living in the time they are. He'd be patient with you, guiding you through each step with a surprising amount of tenderness.

Arthur would tell you bedtime stories about his adventures, albeit toned down to be more age-appropriate. He'd enjoy seeing your eyes light up with excitement as he spun tales of his life.

He would secretly love it when you'd fall asleep on his chest, your soft breaths lulling him into a sense of peace he rarely felt. In these moments, Arthur would feel a warmth spread through him, a happiness that he didn't think was possible for a man like him.

Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Arthur would be unable to resist your cute requests, whether it be for a new toy or an extra piece of candy. He'd grumble and act annoyed, but deep down, he loved indulging you.

Arthur would be fiercely protective of you. He'd make sure that everyone in the gang knew that if they so much as made you frown, they'd have to answer to him.

NSFW

As you matured into a young woman, Arthur's feelings for you began to shift. He'd find himself captivated by your beauty, both internal and external. You became his ultimate temptation, a forbidden fruit he couldn't resist.

Your first intimate encounter would be a mix of nervous anticipation and explosive passion. Arthur would take his time exploring every inch of your body, savoring your sweet whimpers and sighs as he introduced you to the pleasures of the flesh. He'd be gentle yet firm, guiding you through the waves of newfound ecstasy.

In the heat of passion, Arthur's possessive nature would reveal itself. He'd leave a trail of love bites across your sensitive skin, marking you as his and his alone. But once your passion cooled, he'd hold you close, peppering your face with soft kisses and whispering words of love and adoration until you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

The sound of you moaning his name would become Arthur's favorite melody. It'd send shivers down his spine and make his heart race with desire. He'd strive to make you sing it every night, worshipping your body with his own until you both collapsed in a sated heap.

There would be times when the weight of your taboo relationship would bear down on Arthur, filling him with guilt and self-loathing. But you would always be there to chase away his doubts, reminding him that your love was pure, no matter what society said. You'd wrap him in your arms, your gentle words soothing his troubled soul until all that remained was your unwavering love for each other.

Arthur would revel in the taboo nature of your relationship, the secrecy adding an extra thrill to your stolen moments together. He'd take you in the most forbidden places - the church confessional, the sheriff's office, even Dutch's personal quarters - the danger of getting caught only heightening your pleasure. But no matter where you were, Arthur would always make sure to keep you quiet, muffling your screams of pleasure with his hand or his mouth.

As your relationship deepened, Arthur would start to introduce you to some of his kinkier desires. He'd take delight in tying you up with his old lasso, rendering you completely at his mercy as he teased and tormented your quivering body. He'd bring you to the brink of ecstasy again and again, only allowing your release when you begged him for it. And through it all, he'd whisper filthy words of love and possession, claiming you as his in every way possible.

So uh, what do you guys think? Please tell me in the comments, this is my first time writing this kind of thing so... sorry if it's not that good or if Arthur is kind of OOC ÓuÒ.

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

A new friend!

Hello, Puff!  My name is Amos.

Nooo, Naomi--Puff is MY friend. I saw her first! [digs at her side]

Okay, now that that's settled, we can be best friends and go on all sorts of adventures together!

Psst--I'm Naomi and we can be friends too!

[sigh] We're going to have to work with Amos on this whole 'sharing' thing.

[ecofear]

PROPAGANDA UNDERCUT!!!!

also i will be continuing murderbot dairies no matter what so it's not on here :3c

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i have been informed the pilot of the ship is in love with the ships ai and there's wire touching. so. you know

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this series is Strange and every book feels entirely disconnected from the last in terms of desc so i included the first books desc... they ARE connected things just. go crazy i guess...........

Mystery, Thriller, Fantasy, SciFi, each book is around 300 pages

A girl named Rose is riding her new bike near her home in Deadwood, South Dakota, when she falls through the earth. She wakes up at the bottom of a square-shaped hole, its walls glowing with intricate carvings. But the firemen who come to save her peer down upon something even stranger: a little girl in the palm of a giant metal hand. Seventeen years later, the mystery of the bizarre artifact remains unsolved - the object's origins, architects, and purpose unknown. Carbon dating defies belief; military reports are redacted; theories are floated, then rejected. But some can never stop searching for answers. Rose Franklin is now a highly trained physicist leading a top-secret team to crack the hand's code. And along with her colleagues, she is being interviewed by a nameless interrogator whose power and purview are as enigmatic as the relic they seek. What's clear is that Rose and her compatriots are on the edge of unraveling history's most perplexing discovery, and finally figuring out what it portends for humanity. But once the pieces of the puzzle are in place, will the result be an instrument of lasting peace or a weapon of mass destruction?

Cyberpunk, War, Dystopia, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 300-350 pages

My name is Rex. I am a good dog. Rex is also seven foot tall at the shoulder, bulletproof, bristling with heavy calibre weaponry and his voice resonates with subsonics especially designed to instil fear. With Dragon, Honey and Bees, he's part of a Multiform Assault Pack operating in the lawless anarchy of Campeche, south-eastern Mexico. Rex is a genetically engineered Bioform, a deadly weapon in a dirty war. He has the intelligence to carry out his orders and feedback implants to reward him when he does. All he wants to be is a Good Dog. And to do that he must do exactly what Master says and Master says he's got to kill a lot of enemies. But who, exactly, are the enemies? What happens when Master is tried as a war criminal? What rights does the Geneva Convention grant weapons? Do Rex and his fellow Bioforms even have a right to exist? And what happens when Rex slips his leash?

Horror, Fantasy, Gothic, Mystery, both books are around 140 pages

When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruravia. What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves. Aided by a redoubtable British mycologist and a baffled American doctor, Alex must unravel the secret of the House of Usher before it consumes them all.

seen this get recommended to annihilation fans are bunch...

Mystery, Thriller, Crime, Fantasy, SciFi, Queer, first book is 450 pages, second book isn't out yet

In Daretana’s most opulent mansion, a high Imperial officer lies dead—killed, to all appearances, when a tree spontaneously erupted from his body. Even in this canton at the borders of the Empire, where contagions abound and the blood of the Leviathans works strange magical changes, it’s a death at once terrifying and impossible. Called in to investigate this mystery is Ana Dolabra, an investigator whose reputation for brilliance is matched only by her eccentricities. At her side is her new assistant, Dinios Kol. Din is an engraver, magically altered to possess a perfect memory. His job is to observe and report, and act as his superior’s eyes and ears--quite literally, in this case, as among Ana’s quirks are her insistence on wearing a blindfold at all times, and her refusal to step outside the walls of her home. Din is most perplexed by Ana’s ravenous appetite for information and her mind’s frenzied leaps—not to mention her cheerful disregard for propriety and the apparent joy she takes in scandalizing her young counterpart. Yet as the case unfolds and Ana makes one startling deduction after the next, he finds it hard to deny that she is, indeed, the Empire’s greatest detective. As the two close in on a mastermind and uncover a scheme that threatens the safety of the Empire itself, Din realizes he’s barely begun to assemble the puzzle that is Ana Dolabra—and wonders how long he’ll be able to keep his own secrets safe from her piercing intellect. Featuring an unforgettable Holmes-and-Watson style pairing, a gloriously labyrinthine plot, and a haunting and wholly original fantasy world, The Tainted Cup brilliantly reinvents the classic mystery tale.

ive got NO idea why this has the queer tag on goodreads but if these 2 holmes and watson likes end up being faggots together i am HERE i need to be HERE

Horror, Mystery, Thriller, Adventure, Paranormal, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 350-400 pages long

Not all secrets are meant to be found. If Indiana Jones lived in the X-Files era, he might bear at least a passing resemblance to Nolan Moore -- a rogue archaeologist hosting a documentary series derisively dismissed by the "real" experts, but beloved of conspiracy theorists. Nolan sets out to retrace the steps of an explorer from 1909 who claimed to have discovered a mysterious cavern high up in the ancient rock of the Grand Canyon. And, for once, he may have actually found what he seeks. Then the trip takes a nasty turn, and the cave begins turning against them in mysterious ways. Nolan's story becomes one of survival against seemingly impossible odds. The only way out is to answer a series of intriguing questions: What is this strange cave? How has it remained hidden for so long? And what secret does it conceal that made its last visitors attempt to seal it forever?

Cosy Mystery, Fantasy, SciFi, LGBT, both books are around 120 pages

Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?

Mystery, Thriller, Crime, Espionage, Spy, books average to around 300 pages but there's.. a lot of books..... i have 9 books and 1 novella in this series

John le Carré classic novels deftly navigate readers through the intricate shadow worlds of international espionage with unsurpassed skill and knowledge, and have earned him -- and his hero, British Secret Service Agent George Smiley, who is introduced in this, his first novel -- unprecedented worldwide acclaim. George Smiley had liked Samuel Fennan, and now Fennan was dead from an apparent suicide. But why? Fennan, a Foreign Office man, had been under investigation for alleged Communist Party activities, but Smiley had made it clear that the investigation -- little more than a routine security check -- was over and that the file on Fennan could be closed. The very next day, Fennan was found dead with a note by his body saying his career was finished and he couldn't go on. Smiley was puzzled...

jeff vandermeer said le carré's work inspired authority which is my favourite book of all time . so. i'm interested

Post Apocalpytic, Dystopia, Space Opera, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 400-600 pages

A race for survival among the stars... Humanity's last survivors escaped earth's ruins to find a new home. But when they find it, can their desperation overcome its dangers? WHO WILL INHERIT THIS NEW EARTH? The last remnants of the human race left a dying Earth, desperate to find a new home among the stars. Following in the footsteps of their ancestors, they discover the greatest treasure of the past age—a world terraformed and prepared for human life. But all is not right in this new Eden. In the long years since the planet was abandoned, the work of its architects has borne disastrous fruit. The planet is not waiting for them, pristine and unoccupied. New masters have turned it from a refuge into mankind's worst nightmare. Now two civilizations are on a collision course, both testing the boundaries of what they will do to survive. As the fate of humanity hangs in the balance, who are the true heirs of this new Earth?

ive been told theres evolved jumping spiders in this and like. im here for that. my god am i here for that

Weird Fiction, Post Apocalyptic, Dystopia, Fantasy, SciFi, books are 200-300 pages

In a ruined, nameless city of the future, a woman named Rachel, who makes her living as a scavenger, finds a creature she names “Borne” entangled in the fur of Mord, a gigantic, despotic bear. Mord once prowled the corridors of the biotech organization known as the Company, which lies at the outskirts of the city, until he was experimented on, grew large, learned to fly and broke free. Driven insane by his torture at the Company, Mord terrorizes the city even as he provides sustenance for scavengers like Rachel.

jeff vandermeeeerrr..... also i love how he has a book called strange bird and a character called ghost bird in southern reach....

Weird Fiction, New Weird, Horror, Steampunk, Speculative Fiction, Fantasy, SciFi, the omnibus is 1.5k pages long

Before Area X, there was Ambergris. Jeff VanderMeer conceived what would become his first cult classic series of speculative works: the Ambergris Trilogy. Now, for the first time ever, the story of the sprawling metropolis of Ambergris is collected into a single volume, including City of Saints and Madmen, Shriek: An Afterword, and Finch. In City of Saints and Madmen, Jeff VanderMeer has reinvented the literature of the fantastic. You hold in your hands an invitation to a place unlike any you’ve ever visited–an invitation delivered by one of our most audacious and astonishing literary magicians. City of elegance and squalor. Of religious fervor and wanton lusts. And everywhere, on the walls of courtyards and churches, an incandescent fungus of mysterious and ominous origin. In Ambergris, a would-be suitor discovers that a sunlit street can become a killing ground in the blink of an eye. An artist receives an invitation to a beheading–and finds himself enchanted. And a patient in a mental institution is convinced he’s made up a city called Ambergris, imagined its every last detail, and that he’s really from a place called Chicago.… By turns sensuous and terrifying, filled with exotica and eroticism, this interwoven collection of stories, histories, and “eyewitness” reports invokes a universe within a puzzlebox where you can lose–and find–yourself again.

[lore-of-mobius]

Shadow Has A Soft Spot For Amy Hypothesis

So, I believe Shadow The Hedgehog has a soft spot for Amy Rose.

So this is because given their interactions he seems to care about her to an extent, even checking in on her first in Dream Team. They also will do things like attend concerts together and doesn't seem to mind her company, while someone like Sonic he can't stand at times.

In addition, I believe Amy's infectious personality and kindness is also part of the reason why. We've seen it allow her to get through to Gamma, Bark, and allows her to get along with others such as Knuckles. But most notably Amy was able to get through to Shadow in Sonic Adventure 2 and remind him of what Maria actually said.

[evervigilantnightshade]

The Line - Part 13

Reader and John have always straddled the line between playful flirting and taking things further. However when they are forced into a safe house and a secret comes out will they be able to save what they were heading for or is all lost.

Reader x John Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Laswell, Original characters.

MDNI

Warnings: ALL THE SMUT

The next two weeks flew by. John had worked hard to respect Y/N’s wish to take things slow. They would go for walks daily around the farm, talking about their lives and getting to really know one another. They spend time with the family too. She got Charlie, Brooke and Emma to take Kyle and Johnny horseback riding which was an adventure because Johnny apparently was a natural whereas Kyle struggled. Emma ended up staying behind with Kyle because he barely left the yard. 

One night John even planned a candlelit dinner in the loft, just the two of them. Y/N felt like she was on cloud nine. John was so attentive, caring, and soft. This was a side of him she’d never seen and surprised her. Her heart would flutter when he would call her pet names or place his hand on her back. 

What really made her heart burst was seeing him with the kids. He was so good with them she thought about what he would be like with his own child. They were all currently sledding down the big hill by the forest. John had ridden down with both twins multiple times and even had Meadow laughing for the first time all week. They loved him, and it made Y/N happier than she’d been in a long time. 

After a snowball fight instigated by Johnny everyone headed inside for some hot chocolate. Y/N decided to go down and take a shower, the cold outside biting into her skin. 

She stood in the walk in closet stripping her clothes off and getting ready to take a shower. Her muscles ached of course but it was her core that ached the most. The more time John and her spent together in this relaxed setting the more she fell in love with him. The more she fell in love with him though the more she wanted him. She sighed and started looking for something to change into when she got out of the shower. 

She thought she heard a soft knock on the door but when she didn’t hear anything else she assumed it was a noise from somewhere else in the house. She then heard the door open and John called her name. She quickly looked for something to throw on, settling for an oversized hockey jersey. 

“Hey sorry, I know you’re getting ready to get in the shower but Freya accidentally spilled her hot chocolate on me. Don’t worry I got her a new one but I have to change because I’m covered in chocolate and it’s sticky.” 

Y/N stepped out of the closet and John was standing with his back to her shirtless. The muscles in his back flexed as he searched through his bag on the bed looking for a new shirt. She almost moaned at the site. She leaned against the wall by the bathroom enjoying the view.

“Hey.” 

“Hey,” He called over his shoulder. “Just give me two minutes and I’ll get out of your hair.” 

“Or… maybe not.” She said softly and he turned to look at her. 

All the air left his lungs when he saw her standing there in a jersey that barely covered her, her face flush and her eyes fluttering. 

“Oh sweetheart, that’s unfair.” 

“Maybe hold off a moment before putting a shirt back on.” She bit her bottom lip and his knees almost gave out. 

“Yeah,” He walked over and leaned against the wall across from her. “I can do that.” 

“Actually you know what, I think she got hot chocolate on your pants too.” 

“Is that right love?” 

“Mmm better take those off.” 

He reached down and popped open the button of his jeans before sliding his thumbs under the hem and slowly lowered his pants and discarding them, leaving him standing in only his boxer briefs. The outline of his hard cock prominent through the thin material. 

Y/N moaned at the sight of him and traced her finger up and down her thigh.

“You're playing a dangerous game here love.”

“Not a game.” She said as her fingers brushed the hem of the jersey. “You mentioned you were sticky.” 

John lost the ability to speak when her hand found its way under her jersey and she teased herself. Seeing him speechless made her smile. 

“You should take a shower if you’re sticky.” 

He nodded thoughtlessly as he watched her tease herself. She pushed herself off the wall and then grabbed the hem of the jersey pulling it over her head before turning around and heading into the bathroom. He stood there frozen until he heard the shower start and Y/N gently ask if he was coming. 

“What am I doing?” He scolded himself and quickly stripped out of his boxers and headed into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. 

The steam was filling the room and he made his way to the shower. The bathroom was large with a clawfoot tub on the left wall and a large shower on the right. He opened the door to the shower and stepped in. 

Y/N’s back was to him, letting the warm water pour down her skin. He took a step forward and ran his fingers gently down her spine. She softly moaned and leaned her head back. He closed the distance between them and let her rest her head on his shoulder as his hands went to the front of her body. He moved them up and he cupped her breasts, kneading them soliciting another moan from her. She reached back, grabbing his thighs and squeezing them.  

Seeing her exposed neck he lowered his lips to her skin, sucking and nibbling while his fingers danced south, a mixture of sensory overload and pleasure surged through her. The pressure inside her was already building. His fingers danced gently across her as if he was savoring the moment and she let out a whine. They both had been waiting for this moment for so long that she both was eager for it and wanted it to last. 

No longer being able to stand it she rolled her hips pressing herself into his fingers while also squeezing his thighs. A low chuckle shook his chest. 

“I hear you love.” 

His fingers pressed into her and her knees felt weak. He brought his arm around her to help her stand as his fingers slowly entered her, his thumb brushing against her swollen nub. 

“Oh god John, feels so good.” 

“I know, baby.” 

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb working on her clit and the edge of vision started to blur. She could feel her insides coiling up with that familiar warm sensation and she knew she was close. 

“So close.” 

“Cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers. Be my good girl.” 

His words sent her over the edge and he held her close as her body arched and her body shook as her orgasm tore through her. When she was done he brought his fingers up to her lips and she eagerly opened them and began sucking on them. He pressed his cock into her back, grinding against her. 

“Turn around for me baby.” 

She turned to him and looked up at him with glassy eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful.” 

He leaned down and kissed her, his tongue swiping across her lips before she parted them and he pushed it in, tasting her. He moaned as her hand found his throbbing cock and she manoeuvred their bodies so that he was now under the stream of water.

“So big.” She moaned into his mouth and he smiled. 

“All for you baby.” 

She slowly lowered her body down, her tongue dancing over his chest and stomach. He swallowed thickly and braced his hand on the shower wall beside him. When she was down on her knees she looked him over fully, licking her lips. 

“All for me.” 

Her hand gripped him and she lifted his cock and her tongue licked him from root to tip before she lapped up the precum that was seeping out of him. John’s head fell back as she opened her mouth, sliding the tip while circling it with her tongue. 

“Fuck” he moaned and she hummed in approval. 

Slowly she slid her mouth down his cock, while her hand worked it from the base. She knew she wouldn’t be able to take him all, he was already filling her mouth and stretching her lips, but with practice, one day. 

She began bobbing slowly up and down, pushing him as far as she could to the point of choking and then easing up and pulling back. Repeating this motion over and over again increasing the speed as she went. 

As his breath became quicker and his moans longer she reached up with her hand, cupping his balls, rolling the sensitive skin in her hands massaging them lightly. 

“Darlin I’m not going to last long. Wanted this for so long. Where do you want me too…” 

Y/N looked up at him and the sight of her covered in drool bobbing on his cock almost sent him over the edge. She winked at him and continued sucking him and he started to feel it coming. He looked down and put his hand on the back of her head as his balls tightened. 

“I’m coming.” Was all he got out and she pushed him further into her mouth as he filled it.

He felt his knees tremble as she continued to clean him up, now sensitive to her mouth. Eventually she stood up and slid past him to wash the drool off her chest. He leaned over and rested his head on the back of her head, his arms wrapping around her stomach. 

“I love you so much.” He whispered and she smiled

“I love you too John.” 

They held each other as the water washed over them until John pulled back and grabbed the shampoo bottle and began washing Y/N’s hair. His hands massaged her scalp and she moaned causing him to smile. When he was done rinsing her he did the same with the conditioner and then grabbed the soap. His finger ran over her entire body and he ended up coaxing another orgasm out of her with his fingers. 

She did the same for him, washing his hair and his body but instead of using her hands or mouth to pleasure him she suggested they go to the bed, which John enthusiastically agreed to. They quickly exited the shower and he followed her to the bed, admiring her ass as she walked. When they got to the bed she sat down and moved her body to the middle and beckoned John with her finger. 

“Jesus love, how’d I get so lucky?” 

He got on the bed and positioned himself over her, his arms caging her in. She reached up and wrapped her arm around his shoulders pulling him down to kiss him. Her mouth conveyed the urgency she was feeling and shifted his weight to one arm as his other hand explored her breasts again. 

“John, I need to feel you inside of me.”

He spread her legs and positioned himself in between them. His fingers moved down to her core finding her still wet. 

“Baby I want to taste you, but right now my need to be inside you is so strong I just can’t wait.” 

“Lots of time for that later.” She said, placing her hand on his cheek.

He moved himself to her entrance slowly pressing himself in. He didn’t want to hurt her so he kept his eyes on her to be sure she was ok. She shifted her hip slightly and opened herself wide allowing him to enter her a little faster than he meant too. 

“Shit are you ok?” 

“I’m fine John, keep going.” 

Slowly inch by inch he sunk into her until he was in completely and he rested his forehead on hers. 

“So tight baby, fit me so well.”

“Feels so good John.” 

He slowly began pulling back out and then again slowly back in. A small involuntary snap of his hips at the end made her moan and squeeze the flesh of his sides where she had rested her hands.

He looked down at her and she had a smile on her face with her eyes closed and he leaned down and kissed her while pulling out faster this time and then back in again just as fast. She moaned into his mouth and it was the most amazing sound he had ever heard. 

He began thrusting into her then losing himself in the sensation. He looked down at where their bodies connected and moaned. 

“S’ like you were made for my cock.” 

Her fingers dug into his sides as he brought one hand up and started massaging her breast. Her moans encouraged him further and he sat back and reached his down rubbing his thumb over her clit, causing her back to arch off the bed. 

“Oh god John, feels so good.”   

His thrusts and thumb worked in tandem and he could feel her clamping down on his cock as her moans came out faster and louder. He could feel his own orgasm coming and increased his pace. Suddenly she cried out and clamped down on him calling out his name. He fucked her through her orgasm holding on until she finished before his thrusts became erratic and he let go, shooting his seed inside her. He sat buried inside her while he came down from cumming and then laid down beside her on the bed. 

“Holy fucking shit that was amazing.” She whispered as she panted. 

“I have no words. That was incredible. Can’t believe we waited this long to do this.” 

“Yeah we could’ve been doing this for like a year.” Y/N laughed 

“Well I guess we have a year to make up for.” John said and he crawled on top of her again.

[starsofarda]

So, here's some thoughts about a fic I willone day write. Many thanks to @starshadeemilyart for helping me with brainstorming a few ideas.

I do not have a title for this yet. I will call it, at the moment, "The Feanorians' adventures in the Shire".

Bullet points seem like a good idea, so I am sticking with that.

Feanor gets kicked out of Mandos, Namo has had enough of this guy moping over the tortures of his sons and adamantl requesting to be sent back to Aman.

As a punishment Namo kicks him out, but sends him in the Shire, together with his sons, Fingolfin, Fingolfin's sons/daughter and Thingol. They are at the Grey Havens and Cirdan is refusing to let them leave ME. Arson/Kinslaying is stopped by the arrival of Gandalf.

Gandalf is tasked with taking care of Feanor & co. Gandalf will be happy about the task until Feanor opens his mouth and it is an insult. Gandalf also opens his mouth and it is another insult.

It's suddenly Gandalf "I preferred white" The Grey vs Curufinwe "Get thee gone from my gates" Feanaro in a battle of who can sass the other out first.

Someone interrupts them, maybe Gwahir has come reminding Gandalf of the task at hand.

Moment of Fingon calling Gwahir "Thorondor" and Gwahir saying "no, that was my great grandpa, I am Gwahir, current king of the Eagles". "Ok. You were not supposed to have such a short life?" "Apparently it's punishment for saving you all." "We are sorry!" "Oh no, we chose this, no probs mate"

Anyway, they are all in the Shire and it's during their travel to Hobbiton that they see what appears to be a bard, all dressed in black, sad and looking like a withered stalk. He is singing the Noldolante and they see it's actually Maglor

Cue family reunion, cue everyone gets filled in on what happened since their death.

Somehow they also start learning Westron bc having Linguistics Georg over there is actually a good thing.

They finally arrive at Hobbiton and Bilbo has come back from the Lonely Mountain and his house is being put on auction and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins has already stolen the infamous silver spoons.

Feanor is reminded of his exile at Formenos and enquires CALMLY.

As in he shouts a loud "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE WHY ARE YOU DEPRIVING SOMEONE OF THEIR HOUSE?!"

Which also prompted Bilbo shouting as well: "I WAS GONE FOR 5 MINUTES AND NOW MY HOUSE IS ON AUCTION, ALL THESE PEOPLE ARE TAKING POSSESSION OF MY MATHOMS AND MY BELOATHED IN-LAWS HAVE STOLEN MY PRECIOUS SILVER SPOONS"

Cue explanation on what is a Mathom. Feanor, as crown prince and king, takes it well.

"GET AWAY FROM HIS GATES YOU FIENDS! AND YOU! GIVE HIM BACK THE SILVER SPOONS, I WILL FIGHT YOU!"

To which Lobelia replies like the refined lady she is. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, I STOLE NOTHING, YOU WILL BE BEATEN BY MY UMBRELLA OF DOOM!"

Fingolfin, Thingol, the SoF, Fingolfin's sons are like trying to not be perceived, but they are being served tea and biscuits to enjoy the fight, bc this is an EventTM in the SHire and evveryone is treating this like a rooster fight.

It's at that point that some of them decide "fuck it, we might as well."

Maglor becomes the announcer, Celegorm is the referee, Curufin is the one building the ring, the Ambarussar act as PRs, Caranthir starts taking bets.

Maedhros is crying sobbing on Fingon's shoulder and saying something like "I want my mum, I probably deserve all of this, but by Eru Allmighty!", Aredhel is now in the Hobbit Ladies Gossip Club, Turgon, Argon and Fingolfin still try not to be perceived.

That until Thingol, out of spite, goes to Caranthir and bets against Feanor.

RIP Thingol, King of Bad Choices.

Gandalf is watching the drama unfold with the same glee he pulled Bilbo together with the Dwarves and doing absolutely nothing.

It's Feanor and a forging hammer against Lobelia and her umbrella.

It's a choir of "fight fight fight!" all the way.

Yes, Maglor is making introductions WWE style.

It still ends in a draw, but Bilbo gets back house and spoons and mathoms, bc the Hobbits as a whole deem him enough trouble if he has not only Dwarves, but also Elves around. Anyway, Mad Baggins now has a bunch of Elves with a lot of pent-up rage and a lot of free time.

DW, they are useful to the entire Hobbiton and they learn the way of the Hobbits. Somehow they start getting along.

Russingon wedding happens in Hobbit fashion, like the two are now clothed not with Elvish robes, but with carefully tailored suits like any gentleHobbit. There is a lot of crying.

CeleDhel wedding happens, but mostly so that if Eol ever gets reembodied he can fuck off immediately. Also, they are good friends and when Maeglin gets reembodied as well he can maybe have a slightly better father figure.

IDK these last two points seem like a natural consequence.

Thingol and the Gaffer become good friends, gardening reminds him of Melian, maybe he's finall making one (1) good decision.

And then they see that Elves are abandoning ME, at this point Gandalf tells them about Sauron, the rings and the whole deal.

"And who made the rings?" "The ones for the Elves was Celebrimbor, the others was Sauron."

Curufin: "And pray tell, WHERE IS MY SON."

Gandalf: decribes Celebrimbor's death as reported in the chronicles

The rest of the family reacts in the same way

In the meantime Bilbo has adopted Frodo and Frodo reminds them of little Tyelpe and they are going to throw hands

Maedhros just says: NO OATHS THIS TIME NO OATHS. OATHS BAD.

And well.

Ideas so far were to have them go to like Dol Guldur and have a fight off with Orcs and Nazguls, I am still undecided whether I want them to know about the One Ring. Oh well.

I'll probabl post something else once I figure out more stuff

Thoughts? Comments?