#but i will never miss a chance to share this

[grahstumhurts]

𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

Manon x Gn!Reader

再也不想诈不知 谁人近日与你干着快乐事 你我之间存着黑影子 假使再拖极为无意义

Angst

Manon has been off, For months. A freezing cold gap between the two of you has been growing larger. Until you find out why.

CW - Mentions of cheating

A/N - I know the song itself isnt really the vibe, But the lyrics themselves are the vibe lol. Dont need to listen to it if its not your vibe since its Canto pop. Just felt like doing something fun! Based off the sandy lam song 灰色 (grey), Translation will be linked at the bottom for the song.

Things have felt off, For months, A shadow stood between the two of you. It started when Manon, Who had never been secretive once in your relationship, Suddenly changed her phone password. Things increasingly grew weirder over the weeks. Of course you had a gut feeling that something was off about her, But you trusted her enough to stay loyal, Even when times were tough in your relationship. She had always leaned on you when she needed help and you reciprocated that, You trusted her with every molecule in your body. But when she started leaving in the middle of the night while she thought you were sleeping, Driving off somewhere unknown, Something told you to investigate. When you found her entering a hotel, A woman was waiting outside for her, Hugging her tight and kissing her. It obviously stung, But the amount of energy you had put into your relationship for her to go and throw it away. She had sucked the life out of your heart, The colour drained only leaving a grey monotone in its place. You sat at your once warm home, Shared with who you thought was the love of your life, And waited. Waited for her to come back. Waited for her to come back and realise what she had done.

As soon as the door closed at around 3 am, You hopped out of bed. The restlessness kept you awake, You opened the bedroom door to see Manon, Sweat sheen, Lipstick stain on her collarbone, Who stood there stunned. 

“How long” You sternly said with conviction in your voice. “How long have you been fucking other girls behind my back” She stared back at you, The girl who you had shared your first’s with, First relationship,  First time having sex, First time moving in together, Stood before you. Guilt dripping on her sex covered ledger. 

“I'm sorry” You see her eyes, glistening with tears about to fall, “I know i shouldn't have, But i just couldn't anymore.” 

“Sorry, is all you have to say for yourself?!” You yelled, “Manon, I tried to ignore all the signs, “Maybe its a one time thing, Or shes not even cheating”, Fuck i loved you. I thought you loved me too.” You sigh, Rubbing your forefinger and thumb across your forehead. 

“Please, Baby, Give me another chance. I promise i wont fuck it up.” She pleads, Practically begging. 

“You ruined all  your chances by fucking another girl behind my back,” You push her shoulders “I dont wanna love a liar. Fuck, Manon. I don't wanna see your face right now.” You turn to face away from her. 

“Please, I'm begging you.” She cries, Her tears streaming down the face you once kissed with all the love your body could create. “I love you, y/n. Please”

“Pack your fucking things before i throw them out of the house.” You quietly mutter, “You better be out of here before I get back,” You say, walking out of the apartment. 

When you get to your usual coffee spot, Your stunned to find Manon. Laughing along with a new girlfriend. It had been two months. She looked like you, She looked at Manon like she held up the stars and the moon that shine in the night sky. You tried to stay away from your old spots of habit from when you were with her. But like a magnetic force, She couldn't stay far enough away from you. Maybe part of you still missed that vigorous feeling of love that she gave you. You hated yourself for not being able to break through that grey feeling from your break up, You knew what was best for you was to move on from her. To realise how much better life was after her, And before her. But the broken memories of your time together still held places in your brain, etched into your skull.

Let me be the history, So you can move on

[orbital-inclination]

Any little tidbits from Molten!Dreams you’re willing to share?

Sure! Let’s talk about Molten!Dream’s Dreamtale. Long Post Incoming!!

The village and the Great Tree (the Tree of Emotion, but I’m calling it the Great Tree here because I think it sounds better) were surrounded by a vast old growth forest. In summer, the climate surrounding the Great Tree was dry and hot. In winter, it was wet, rainy and chilly, but snow was incredibly rare. It was not unheard of for forest fires to happen here.

Prior to the Apple Incident Molt and Rem never went so far that they couldn’t see the Great Tree. To them, the extent of Dreamtale is/was a massive, endless forest. If the forest had an outer boundary, they never saw it, only heard "unbelievable" tales of it from traveling merchants who insisted their world had an end to it. crazy talk. (and then Nightmare/Rem started reading. turns out, those merchants were telling the truth! it still felt an outlandish tall tale, but perhaps a little more believable outlandish tall tale.)

There were some aspects of the original Dreamtale that I don’t particularly care about; Neil the Cat, may or may not exist in the Molten!Dreams Timeline, if he does exist, he missed his chance to mentor, watch over or influence Dream in anyway (fate adverted!) because the brothers fled in the immediate aftermath. (more on this later. i want to make a comic about it.) The Tree of Life, the Tree of Magic and by extension, Lanny and Quetzalcoatl, aren’t relevant to Moltendreams, so I don’t seen them existing within Moltendreams’ canon. I think their involvement would be... whats the word? It doesn't make sense to my brain. They don't fit.

At some point I plan to revise Reapertale to better fit Moltendream’s multiverse. I say this now because I rather lean into Reapertale than use the Tree of Life. (the Tree of Magic feels a bit redundant on this note. why do we need a Tree of Magic when we have Creators? or even Ink, in some case. in Molten Dreams, Ink is a Muse of Creation rather than a being that actively creates AUs but my point still stands. etc. etc.)

The Apple incident was preceded by a string of misfortune.

The village was struck by a drought the previous winter. And the following spring and summer were unusually hot. Crops withered under the blistering sun. Food reserves plummeted. Wells dried up. Things got tense.

Despite the drought and the fires, the Great Tree was unaffected. While trees in the surrounding forest and in the village turned brown, the Great Tree was green. It bloomed flowers in spring while whole fields struggled to sprout. And when crops failed to produce anything that summer, the apples of the Great Tree were plump and ripe. The contrast between the immortality of the Great Tree and the fragility of life within the village, seeded resentment and bitterness...

Tensions between Dream and Nightmare, and the villagers, grew as a result of it. But that is neither the end nor the beginning of that story.

On the Village itself:

You’ll have to excuse the sketchiness, I haven’t drawn in a while, I’ve spent the last month and half trying to pick up my tablet only for my brain to tell me I’m apparently allergic to it. is the floor lava? noooo my TABLET IS LAVA!!! Any-who, moving on!

Notes:

Local architecture uses geometric shapes with lots of sharp angles and straight lines.

Windows are tall and narrow. No glass is used.

General construction materials will typically include stone, clay, hardened mud, and stucco. Wood is used sparingly.

Originally I played with the idea of the villagers using thatch for their roofs but on second thought, decided that idea didn’t fit the aesthetic.

i have tentative plans for the monsters who lived in the village to thematically follow mythology from the same regions I'm taking inspiration from for the architecture.

real world inspiration takes a lot from ancient Armenian, Roman and Mesopotamian architecture. Unfortunately, i am bad at drawing buildings and actively avoid it, but in the future i want to lean into this more. at least visually.

[hansmic]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒

hyunjin x gn! reader

summary:
you and Hyunjin are high school sweethearts and go your separate ways, each experiencing heartbreak and growth along the way. Years later, you cross paths again under unusual circumstances. Can you rekindle your old flame, or is it just a nostalgic memory?

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: none

word count: 661

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It started with a glance, a fleeting moment in the crowded high school hallway. You locked eyes with the new transfer student, Hyunjin, and the electric feeling of attraction was undeniable. Over the course of several weeks, you found yourselves drawn together, spending afternoons studying, laughing over inside jokes, and sharing dreams for the future.

The first time your lips met, it felt like fireworks exploding in the night sky. For the first time, you understood what it meant to fall head over heels.

Years passed, and life took the two of you down separate paths. You both faced heartache, disappointment, and the harsh realities of adulthood. Each of you grew and evolved, carrying the memories of your high school romance in your hearts.

One day, while browsing social media, you discovered that Hyunjin was now famous, and rumors of a troubled life in the spotlight. Curiosity piqued, you sent a private message, wondering if he remembered you from his past.

To your surprise, Hyunjin responded almost instantly, his tone warm and friendly. You caught up on the past, laughing about old times and updating each other on your lives. The spark was still there, hidden beneath the surface, and you wondered if the connection between you was as strong as ever.

Eventually, you decided to meet up for coffee, both nervous but excited to see each other after so many years. The moment you saw him walk through the door, your heart raced just as it did back in high school.

As he approached your table, you couldn't help but smile. "Hey, stranger," you say, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in your stomach. Hyunjin grins, his eyes lighting up as he takes a seat across from you.

"It's good to see you, " he replies, his voice filled with genuine happiness. "I've missed you more than you'll ever know."

The conversation flows easily, with you both sharing stories, laughter, and memories. You can feel the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment, like a flower slowly opening its petals.

When it's time to leave, you exchange numbers and promise to keep in touch. You hug, and as you pull away, you realize that the spark between you is as strong as ever. Will you have the courage to explore these feelings again, or will you let them slip through your fingers like sand?

Over the following weeks, you and Hyunjin continue to text, call, and meet up when your busy schedules allow. With each interaction, the bond between you deepens, and you realize that the old flame has never truly been extinguished.

One rainy evening, as you share a cozy dinner at a quiet restaurant, you find yourselves in a heartfelt conversation about your past love. "Did you ever think about us? About what could have been?" Hyunjin asks softly, his gaze locked onto yours.

You take a deep breath, unable to hide the vulnerability in your voice. "Yes, " you admit. "I thought about us all the time. I wondered if we'd ever have a second chance."

Hyunjin's eyes soften, and for a moment, it feels like the world around you disappears. "Do you think we deserve that? A second chance at love?" he asks, his voice trembling with hope.

You reach across the table and take his hand, squeezing it gently. "I think we do, " you say, your voice filled with determination. "We've both grown and learned from our past. Why not see where this connection takes us?"

Hyunjin's face breaks into a wide smile, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, love has a way of finding its way back. As the rain continues to fall outside

you both know that this is just the beginning of a brand new chapter in your story. Together, you will face the challenges and joys that life has to offer, stronger than ever before and ready to embrace the love that's been waiting for you all along.

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hope you enjoyed

masterlist is here!

[arcane-ish]

Canon vs. Headcanon

I wanna talk about the status of canon versus headcanon (respectively impression).

First, yes, canon is overrated. Yes, you are allowed to death of the author. You can veer off from canon or just adopt the parts you like.

Here's what I think the difference is:

You can have your own headcanon. Nobody can force you to embrace something just because it's canon and canon wins.

But here's the rub: you don't get to force your headcanon on other people either.

Canon is something we can both look at it. It's the potential shared space we have and that we can veer off into different directions to.

I cannot look into your head. What makes sense to you might not make sense to me.

IMO headcanons are things that you can try to seduce people towards. Not something you can try to browbeat people into.

And no, you are not obligated to have encyclopedic knowledge of all aspects of just canon even though that is the small set of things that is actually roughly equally available to everybody with an interest in the fandom.

A lot of canon is still open to interpretation. Did A really love B? What did C mean when they said XYZ? How does D feel about UVW?

Some things are just facts in canon.

"The bar in Arcane is called The Last Drop" is an easily verifyable fact.

If you weren't paying attention in detail and you thought it was called "The Big Spot" and people point it out to you with evidence, no actually, it's the Last Drop, just take the L, say it's not that deep to you. But, no, you should not go on a big crusade where you try to force people to accept that it's called The Big Spot or at the very least the writers are at fault that you mistook the name for "Big Spot". Because that would be a shitty, asshole thing to do.

Again, no, you don't have to encyclopedic trivia knowledge over a piece of media. I for example paid relatively little attention to Viktor and Jayce's storyline so if I tried to sum it up, there's a decent chance I would forget things or mix them up or not notice all the details (like I was watching the Necrit video about like the symbolism of Viktor's clothes in his cult phase or his hair in the Arcane space and yeah, never got that from watching the show). Like, I've been writing Silco vs Vi meta for ages and I just realized I completely blink and missed the scene in Vi's old home even though that scene is very much about what she will later say to Silco about how she thinks he messed with Powder's head and how she sees him as a threat separate from Piltover. Mistakes happen.

So yes, this rant is about the "I thought Silco and Vander were bio brothers" thing. No. They were not bio brothers. This information is part of the main, shared canon. It's not hidden in some music video or artbook. It's not in some micro-expression body language or "actually that line has a special meaning if your mother tongue is Spanish" kind of thing. It's just there.

And no, it's not a crime if you didn't pay attention and the only thing that stuck to your memory is that the scene between Vander and Silco going head to head mirrored the scene where Vi and Powder go head to head and you drew your implications from there. And if you like that better, you can keep it and be happy with it. Nobody is putting a gun to your head and forcing you to pay equal attention to the scenes of all characters, especially if they aren't your faves.

That said: If you care enough to make a rage video or rage post or send people hate, then yes, I think you should actually have watched what you are talking about. You are wiling to inves the time and energy to make a rage video/rage post/send people hate mail, yes, you should have the time and energy to actually watch the scenes of what you're talking about.

Again, this is not a secret, hidden away in the corner of some music montage kind of thing. It's just …. there. Like I get why people might not catch Jinx's "like a brother" line, but this one?

It's just there, in plain sight. And yeah it should be enough to make you pause.

(and no, this is not about people answering when they've been explicitly asked about what their first, off the cuff, potentially shallow reactions to something were. This is specifically about people who create their own main piece of anti media and no, just expressing how you were surprised that your headcanon wasn't true is not anti media. It's imo at this point a bit late to the party, but it's not anti media)

[beemochi-art]

https://www.tumblr.com/beemochi-art/775082940124332032/did-jazz-just-up-and-leave-snow-and-punch-without?source=share

Sorry if it's a odd question-

How Snow was after Jazz left (since I understand he feels guilty)?

Was this the day that Punch realized he was a bad parent? Or was it later?

Snow honestly thought Jazz would come back. Jazz would always disappear for a couple of days when he was angry. But once a full week had passed Snow began searching. But Jazz was an expert at eluding his dad. Then Snow had to prepare for his second kid and he just kind of gave up. He’s incredibly guilty and it’s effected how he raises his daughter. He’d choose his daughter over Punch any day. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake he did with Jazz and will forever mourn what he lost.

Snow is able to always put on a happy mask but deep down he is depressed and will sometimes do odd things to cope. He misses Jazz.

He wouldn’t see Jazz again till Jazz was an adult. Jazz allows him a little bit of contact every now and again. Once the two had a long discussion about Jazz’s boundaries, Snow will adhere to them too the best of his abilities.

Punch is… a complicated case. He thought he was a bad parent for not having the means to take care of Jazz in the first place. Then the incident with Jazz’s eyes. He started to detach himself from Jazz, really distancing himself because he believed he failed so miserably already. To the point when Jazz would seek him out Punch would be irritated with him.

He was really just doing it to hurt himself. When Jazz would try to give him gifts or say he loved him Punch would get reminded how bad he really was and how he was ruining something good. It was easier for Jazz to hate him. So when Jazz left, Punch thought it was the best thing for him.

Then he started to worry about him and miss him. Everything would remind him about how bad he was. Punch was not in the proper mental state to have another child when he did. He cried a lot, he didn’t deserve her. However Punch swore he’d never mess up as bad as he did with Jazz. He felt guilty for taking good care of her, gifts, love, spending time together, would just remind him of Jazz. Punch would breakdown pretty often. He wished someone would treat him like he treated Jazz. But it’s not in Punch or his daughter’s nature to treat him badly.

He’s much older now and not as emotional and more timid. He thought he was numb towards the whole situation, but when Snow and his daughter told Punch that Jazz had a relationship with them and wanted nothing to do with him, all the old emotions came back but also some new ones. Punch was actually happy, not because Jazz doesn’t want see him. But mostly it was like a bittersweet feeling? He was happy knowing Jazz is alive and thriving. It gives him a lot of comfort to just hear that Jazz is doing good. He lives off hearing about the smallest details. There are something’s Snow isn’t allowed to tell Punch of course.

Punch knows there is no way to make things right. He’d do anything for a second chance or even just to get a glimps of him. But Lunch doesn’t want to hurt Jazz anymore then he has so he’ll keep his distance.

[lxndrlvr]

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She's all I've ever known, and all I'll ever know.

Note : yearning, hurt, reminiscing, a burning feeling that most people feel when they miss someone that they can't have back, mourning. If I'm feeling generous, I'll write another part— to tend to your aching heart.

Pairings : Alexandra Cabot x Reader

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A sense of helplessness, that's how you felt the day you lost her.

...

“This can't be! You have got to be kidding me Olivia!” You cried frantically, clutching onto Olivia's black leather jacket while Elliot held back, his hands twitching, wanting to step in and calm you down but he kept holding back. Someone needs to toughen up in this situation, no matter how devastating it was to watch you helplessly crying in Olivia's arms. You were never the one to cry this heavily, your sobs and heavy breathing can be heard all across the apartment that you and alex both shared. Not anymore.

“She's gone, there's nothing we can do—”

“You should've tried harder!” You screamed, kicking, punching her shoulders. Your hands shaking as you pushed her away.

“It's all your fault! You and you!” Pointing your fingers to them, hot tears streaming down your face as you tried to hold back another sob but you just can't help it. Not when she's gone, your Alexandra. My oh so ever gentle, Alexandra.

“You should've fought harder, you should have—” another sob broke through your throat as they both looked at you with pity in their eyes, Elliot had to turn his gaze away so you can't see the tears threatening to escape his eyes.

But you knew that it couldn't be helped, there was no stopping when it comes to Alex. No one could have ever stopped her, not even you. The chances of her surviving, was thin. Oh Alexandra, poor, dear Alexandra.

...

“That's cheating!” Alex scoffed, dropping her uno cards on the table while the whole squad erupted in cheers. Fin won against Alex in an intense uno card match, and as usual, Fin and Munch were the happiest people in the room while Cragen just sat there, watching in full amusement. A sight like this was rare to watch, his detectives, their assistant district attorney and her girlfriend playing uno in the same room.

...

“Alex, baby?” You mumbled out of nowhere, you and alex are curled up in your bed after eating each other out just moments ago.

“Hmm?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm—”

“You're not seriously asking me that, I was inches deep in you just moments ago.”

“So you wouldn't?”

“What?”

“You wouldn't love me if I was—”

“Yes I would, now sleep.” Alex reluctantly said, shaking her head in amusement as she watched her girlfriend grinning, clearly satisfied with her answer.

...

“Counselor.” You greeted formally.

“Doctor.” Alex replied with the same tone of professionalism.

“What brings you here?” The counselor asked, her upper lip twitching into a subtle smirk as she glanced behind the Doctor's back, the boquet of pink carnations with tulips peaking out.

“A special delivery, of course.” You finally held the flowers out. Alex was the first to break the barrier, holding you by your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your lips moving passionately against each other, while you almost lost your balance trying to keep up with her. Your knees felt weak, collapsing in her arms as you pulled away from the kiss, then hiding in the crook of her neck as you both laughed. Just another normal day for the love birds.

...

“One medium iced caramel latte in a to go cup and one hot black coffee with only a cube of sugar please, thank you.” the barista nodded, processing your order.

Alex stood behind you, waiting patiently for her iced caramel latte with her hands clasped behind her back. You both took the day off work, deciding to spend the whole day shopping in the nearby market. Half of the time, was spent mostly with you taking the initiative to talk about the surgeries you performed and explaining in detail about each sections needed, all while Alex bit back a smile. Sure, she's quite educated about the topic but she loved hearing it from your side. She loved watching your eyes excitedly lighting up whenever you talk about your passion. She's well educated, enough to know the procedures and instructions but she'll gladly listen when it's you. God, how she loved listening to you talk.

...

“No, Alexandra. You're on bed rest, stop disobeying my orders.” You told her sternly, watching as the stubborn ADA scoffed and huffed like a child. Ice Queen my ass, she acts like a 5 year-old child when she's sick.

“Can I atleast drink some cold water—”

“Absolutely not, if my mother was here, she would've spanked you for even daring to ask such questions when you're sick.” Alex winced, remembering that one time she saw you getting scolded by your mother for not drinking your meds on time back in college.

...

“What happened exactly?” Your eyes burned holes on the evident mess inside your kitchen, burnt towels and pans scattered on the counter and a guilty Alexandra Cabot standing in the middle. You had to stiffle your laugh at the sight of the (usually well composed, stern and strict) Alex, holding a plate full of burnt pancakes. You should be mad, you had every rights to be mad. The towel she burnt was new, and the burnt pan was one of your favorites but how can you be mad?

When she made all this effort, despite her busy schedule and not knowing how to cook. Yet somehow, she managed to cook a stack of pancakes for breakfast to make up for your previous lover's quarrel. If you looked closely, there were more burnt pancakes behind her back but that doesn't matter.

“I'm sorry” she finally said after a long moment of silence, and that alone, made you smile. Alex was a stubborn one for sure, but she was not the type of person to avoid accountability. She had no idea if Alex was apologizing for almost burning her kitchen down or the fact that she yelled at you last night out of sheer frustration. The guilt was gnawing her insides.

Grabbing the plate, you set it down the table and approached your lover. Then you held her hand up, inspecting if she had hurt herself— which she did.

“I didn't mean to yell at you last night.” she then started rambling while you grabbed the first aid kit, tending to the cuts on her fingertips (possibly from cutting the berries). And spent the entire morning making it up to each other.

...

There she was, years later. Your Alexandra, alive and fairly well. It took you a while to process that she was, in fact; not dead. You had to squint and wear your glasses on just to double check, it was really her.

“You look just as beautiful, as the day I lost you.” your world stopped, tears streaming down your face.

The sight of her kissing another man was too much to bear, a man.

As you stood there watching her smiling with another man by her side, you can feel the memories of your love slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. Despite the passage of time, your heart secretly still yearns for the days when you were the one who held her hand, the one who made her smile. The pain of watching her with someone else is a constant reminder of the past you can never return to, leaving you in a state of perpetual longing for what could have been.

With a final glance, you turned and walked away.

[thescrapwitch]

WIP Word Train

Rules: tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

Tagged by @queerofthedagger Thank you! My word is HOME (which is very fun considering I've been working on some fics with that as their theme)

H - This is Not a Second Chance (Celebrimbor gets dragon-amnesia post-fall of Nargothrond and gets found by his father and uncles; canon still happens after that and I try to make all the readers cry)

He did not know what that word Tyelpë meant. Could only hold the dog and shake as that one order - run, run, run - began to fade away, leaving him empty and hollow. “Help,” he said, the word a cracked whisper. The word choked with smog and burning and terror that erased every thought. He held tight onto the dog as he spoke. “Help.”

Time after that turned into a blurr. There were hands that lifted him up. Gentle, careful of his burns and scratches, cradling him close. More words, some in a language he understood and others in a language he felt that he should know but could not remember. The dog left when he was placed onto a horse. He cried but did not know why. 

Had he run far enough? Had he been caught? 

“Easy, Tyelpë,” said the moonlight-haired elf. “We’ll be at Amon Ereb soon. Just hold onto the horse and trust me to lead, all right?”

He said nothing. The elf’s words fell on him like snow: cold, making him shiver, disappearing through the gaps in his mind. 

O - Oh Sing, Defiant Stars (all SoF survive the kinslayings but Maglor gets amnesia at Sirion and still does a twin kidnapping; very NOT canon-compliant)

One hand was made from metal, glinting like polished brass. The lord, Lindir guessed, from how everyone else backed away or bowed to him. The leader and the one who would decide how best to hurt him. 

But the lord’s hands, when he reached out, only ghosted over Lindir’s shoulders. “Laurë,” he said again, that strange word.

Should he bow? Lindir had not bowed for the orcs no matter how much they kicked him, but they had been servants of Morgoth. These were elves - but they were also murderers. The words stayed stuck in his throat, and all he could do was stand there, dumb and shaking, eyes dropping to the ground. He couldn’t look at the red-haired lord, or the beautiful horses, or the bright, eight-pointed star that decorated the deep red banners. His heart ached. His head screamed, as though something deep within the back of his mind was trying to tear it apart. 

“Bring the healers,” ordered the lord. He may have said other things, but Lindir could barely focus on his words.

M - To Haunt These Golden Halls (Maedhros searches and grieves for his lost brother; Maglor misunderstands and thinks he's happier without him - happy ending don't worry)

Maglor said nothing, could only stare up at his brother, drinking in the sight of him. Centuries upon centuries had dulled his memories, tarnishing the image of Maedhros. Now, there he stood, alive again, and there were a thousand things Maglor wanted to say. 

I missed you, I’m sorry I could not reach you in time. That I threw it away. I was right to throw it away. Do you forgive me? I’m sorry I was not enough to keep you in life. Please say you forgive me. Maedhros, Maitimo, Nelyo, I missed you. 

His mouth stayed locked shut. 

Would Maedhros yell at him now? Chase him out of the garden? Welcome him and kiss his forehead, like he had when Maglor was small and woke up from a nightmare? He tensed and waited. 

But Maedhros only stared down at him and said, “What is your name, stranger, and what are you doing at my home?”

E - Little Crab in the Big City (Fëanor forgets his crab son in the Valinor shopping district and so Maglor and Bilbo go on an adventure together. Maedhros is never trusting his father to babysit ever again)

Even Aman, with all its power, could not prevent a mortal mind from slowly breaking down. Or so Gandalf had sadly warned him. 

The crab scuttled a little to the left and then a little to the right, giving Bilbo a few more clicks of his claw. Above their heads came the cry of a bird - a seagull, perhaps, though Tirion was far away from the coast - and the poor thing hid behind Bilbo’s leg. 

“There, there, do not fear. I will not let such a well-mannered creature such as yourself become dinner.” Bilbo held out a hand. “A busy street such as this is no place for someone so easily trampled. Would you care to travel with me?”

The crab let out a series of fast clicks, eagerly scurrying forward. Carefully, Bilbo lifted him up and placed him on his shoulder, wrapping one long end of his scarf around the crab to keep him warm. 

“Excellent. It has been far too long since I’ve had a companion on an adventure.” Bilbo opened up his notebook and readied his pen. “Now then, where was I? Oh yes…”

Tagging, with your word being CRAB: @dreamingthroughthenoise @lordgrimwing @beatles4ever65 @thelordofgifs @camille-lachenille @whovianofmidgard @leucisticpuffin @awwyeah107 @veilder @starspray and anyone else who wants to. No pressure, of course!

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[astral-schools]

do you remember when we felt like the only two alive?

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Okay so awhile back I was chatting with a coworker and somehow we got onto the topic of renting old vhs movies that we loved watching as a kid. I then obviously mention how I loved watch the borrowers movie. My coworker is confused and asks what a borrower is and I say they are a tiny person. Still confused I then ask them if they’ve seen the Secret World of Arrietty (cause we had talked about how we like the Studio Ghibli movies) and then it clicks for them.

Then this happens

Coworker: “I actually sometime wish I could be tiny, is that weird.”

Me:

Mentally I’m freaking out cause HOLY SHIT DID I FIND A GT PERSON IRL?!?! Wait but what if they don’t actually know what gt is?!?! What if I reveal myself and then it’s all fucked cause they don’t know?!? What if they do know?!?! WHAT IF THEY’VE SEEN MY POSTS?!?!?

Just a bunch of what ifs but I simply answer that I don’t think it’s weird and completely understand the feeling. We even go into a bit of detail like how using different items as tools would be cool or just experiencing it would be cool…then we jumped to another topic lol. Anyway, I never revealed G/t to them…or revealed that I was a fellow G/t person if they were also already a G/t Person…oh no

[nest-being]

there is not enough caffeine in the world to address how tired i am 🥴

[jamiethebee]

I don't know what to think, but of the League who made it to the second half of the manga, Spinner is the only one who's family backstory/circumstances we never hear of.

Dabi is a Todoroki

Toga's parents rejected her

Twice's died

Compress has his family legacy

Shigaraki is a Shimura

Spinner is ??? Does he have siblings?? Parents? Grandparents? Anyone? No one? An orphan? We get nothing about him specifically, nothing that can't be related (or parallels drawn) with other characters.

And with the weakest quirk of the League, he's left alive? Like he's not even a threat to the heroes as himself? The complete lack of care that he's given in the story is...

[kyouka-supremacy]

[coridallasmultipass]

Going through my old blog posts again, and fUCK!!!!

Another fucking BroCal post that Tumblr bans have taken from me, it's just a broken link now. If anyone knows where to find the original post somewhere else, or has the images saved, please, PLEASE, LMK. God, I regret not saving everything before 2019. Tumblr has taken so much. Ugh. I just wanna live in the nostalgia!! Why did they have to remove all these old posts...

[vampiremourning]

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[lannisterdaddyissues]

hi mar i just wanted to say i miss you and i hope everything’s going well in your life rn!! 😘😘

cal i miss you too sm and everyone else 🥺🥺🥺 thank u sm for checking in, you're the best ever i swear <3333

things are going pretty decent rn, i have good grades and i just submitted one application to nursing school so i can't complain! i'm relatively busy but mainly i just don't have the energy to maintain a super active blog lately with school and everything, i feel bad 😭😭