#elanor can be very helpful to have around

[crysdrawsthings]

Okay, incoherent Skyrim ramble time. 

But the fact, that Dovahkiin is low-key forced to be enrolled into the College of Winterhold to get the Elder Scroll in the main quest is hilarious to me in the context of Elanor (for more context on who Elanor is, refer HERE. In short - a dragonborn altmer-shaped disaster). 

Because while it might be more reasonable and expected for her to try and force her way in somehow or circumvent this part of the quest entirely, I am not here to be reasonable, I am here to get as much quips and lols out of the story as possible, so it is far funnier if she just... enrolls there. Or, speaking more honestly, annoys her way into getting enrolled. 

After being tossed at Faralda by her dremora, of course. The only reasonable way for Val to put Elanor down after lugging her across the entire hold, through snow, bears, more snow and more bears. What is with all these bears as of late.

And honestly Elanor tagging along for the entirety of the College questline would be freaking hilarious. To me. So many possibilities. To lick the big forbidden orb, to get turned into a chicken, to blow something up (just like the good old time back on Summerset). Of course the classic show of “people in the backround being genuinely uneasy about Elanor being Elanor, because Elanor is not okay, now ft. College trio and Tolfdir”.

And bullying (affectionately, but violently) Ancano, of course. The main attraction. Honestly while College Trio does the most work in the questline these two could really just try to murder one another in the background in increasingly creative and unhinged ways, it would be entirely in character and give everyone else a good ten minutes of freedom from snooty advisor and his dumbass colleague. 

[master-muffinn]

Lord of the rings X druid!reader headcanons

Legolas x reader, Thranduil x reader, Gandalf x reader (platonic), Merry/Pippin x reader (platonic), Elanor x reader.

Legolas

🧚‍♀️ Legolas is very curious and excited! He wants to know EVERYTHING about you and what you can do!

🧚‍♀️ But he finds the fact that you can turn to different kinds of animals the most interesting, and asks you a lot of questions about every animal you can transform too.

“Y/n what is that for an odd creature?”

“It’s a seastar”

“A STAR!??” 🤩

🧚‍♀️ Asks you if he can touch you in your animal forms. He lights up with happiness when you say ‘yes’ and touches you with utmost care and curiosity.

🧚‍♀️ Loves carrying you around in your smaller forms. If you turn to a snake he’ll put you around his neck like a necklace, a bird on his head or any other animal that can be on his shoulders.

🧚‍♀️ When the fellowship was in the snowy mountains and while the others had to walk in the deep snow, you were a little mouse in Legolas warm pocket. Not needing to do anything and Legolas didn’t need to worry about your safety. Win-win.

Thranduil

“I thought the druids died out for 4000 years ago, guess i was wrong”

🍷 Like Legolas he is very much interested but in a more calmer and quieter way. He also likes the animal shapes more. 

🍷 He likes when you turn to a little bird and sit on his shoulder whenever he goes to different places.

🍷 LOVES when he sits on his throne and you turn to a smaller animal and sit on his large hand and put your tiny paws on his fingers- the king has heart eyes. 😍 (yes you are his pet now lol) And he totally would feed you grapes too.

🍷 Other than that he also likes your plant and flower abilities. He has left the garden's beauty to you and it is shining more beautifully than it ever has since you came into his life- or perhaps it is just (amazing) you who has grown beautiful and colorful flowers in his heart❤.

🍷 And of course he will try out some of your abilities in the bedroom 😉

Gandalf

🧙‍♂️ Sorry Frodo, Sorry Bilbo, y/n is his number one favorite friend now!

🧙‍♂️ He is very fascinated over your elemental abilities. Wind, water, fire, plants/trees? “What can you do?” 

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf would try (hard) to not sound too eager and excited when you show him. But he can’t help but smile and laugh when you make a phoenix appear out of the fire.

🧙‍♂️ Might show you his ‘magic’ if you ask nicely and you will inspire one another. 

🧙‍♂️ If you have any difficulties with your training and elemental controlling he will give you advice and guidance with what he knows.

🧙‍♂️ Gandalf wouldn't mind if you join him for a while on his journey. He greatly enjoys your company.

Merry/Pippin

🤡 Oh no! OH NOOO! Gandalf will pray to god ... .PLEASE DON’T LET THE WORLD END!!

🤡 When they learn what you are, they will storm you with questions. They will drag you with them for every little prank and misery they are planning.

“Y/n, can you turn to bird and poop on someone's hea-” (pippin)

“No!”

“Can you poop in someones drin-”

“No!”

“Can you-”

“ENOUGH WITH THESE POOP REQUESTS!!!!”

🤡 If you meet on the ring quest, they will ask you to turn to a larger and fluffy animal, like a bear so they can sleep with (on) you on cold nights (like the bear in jungle book? Yes!) Boromir will get jealous because you stole his children. 😢

Elanor Brandyfoot

🐌 The others don't trust you and don't want you around until you show them how quickly you can turn seeds to flowers.

🐌 Elanor will try to calm them down and talk to them so they don’t ‘use’ you for their ‘food greed’.

🐌 You two will have a contest of who is quickest to fill a bucket with berries, buuut of course Elanor wins. 

“Looks like ya powers weren't able to outmatch me!” 

🐌 She loves to see your abilities and is very happy that others like you too and have accepted you to the group, but she gets a little jealous when you get too much attention because she wants to be alone with you too! 

🐌 She loves the evenings when things have been calming down and laying under the stars with her head on your (larger) animal form. Petting you is very calming for her and she mostly falls asleep like that with you. 

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it! 💖

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I blame this one on watching too many racing movies recently, but Racecar driver Hob and nepo-baby Team sponsor Dream.

Dream somehow (he suspects Desire) becomes the representative of the Endless Corporation for the racing team they sponsor. It is Dream’s idea of hell, large crowds, loud noises, fleeting seconds of action to watch directly, and then being expected to chat with others while watching the tv screens. He doesn’t know what is happening and doesn’t really care, and it shows. Sure, being in the luxury of the owners/sponsors box helps, but still he’d rather be anywhere else.

Dream eventually heads to the team’s garage with the excuse that he wants to listen to the race engineers and driver directly. Everybody in the garage is too busy doing their job to try and chat with him or pay him more attention than is needed to get him a headset and settled out of the way, so it’s perfect for Dream.

Robert “The Immortal” Gadling is the newest addition to the Endless racing team, so named because he has survived more on-track crashes and accidents than any other active driver, most of them weren’t even his fault. He always says the reaper is going to come for him in a car, so he might as well make it an interesting death. The press thinks he is just a thrill seeker chasing fame. In truth, he lost Robyn, Elanor, and the baby from being hit by a drunk driver while he was driving, and it haunts him. He wants to prove that he is the best driver, because if he is the best and he still lost his family in an accident, then no one else would have reacted faster or handled the car better.

Hob isn’t the best yet. He is always in the upper pack but hasn’t consistently broken onto the podium. He’s hoping this new team will be a chance to really show what he can do. Hob always has a running commentary going on the team comms no matter how long or intense the race is. People constantly have to break into his chatter to give him the information he needs about the car, his competition, or track conditions.

Dream is intrigued by this man who constantly jokes around while driving a heavy death machine around at break-neck speeds. They end up talking a few races later when after the race Dream stays long enough for Hob to notice a new face in the garage. Dream finds he enjoys having all that intense focus on him alone. Chats after the race become drinks out, then become dinner together. Soon, they are exploring the cities the races are in together when there is downtime. Eventually, they end up testing the structural integrity of Dream’s hotel’s beds as Hob sets out to prove that he is an athlete in peak shape thank you very much.

Poor Dream who has never had a healthy relationship in his life is insistent that what they have is a friends-with-benefits or fuckbuddy situation even though neither is looking elsewhere, they are always talking to each other and they’ve both shown each other the skeletons in their respective closets. Hob would like to call their relationship more but also knows his constant dance with death or at least serious injury is as good a reason as any for Dream to avoid any kind of commitment to him not counting both their emotional baggage.

Things come to a head when Hob is caught in a multi-car crash and is sent rolling into the center of the track where the car quickly catches fire. Dream pushes himself into the pack of people from the team following the first responders to the crash, hoping that the safety gear the team poured some of the sponsorship money into actually did something. He isn’t allowed on the medical helicopter when Hob is airlifted out, but he does set some speed records of his own getting to the hospital.

The safety equipment does its job and Hob will only have to miss a few races for recovery, but Dream is not letting Hob go one more day without formalizing their relationship because no one else gets Hob, not even Death. Hob’s memory of that first “I love you” is hazed by painkillers, but they exchange the words so many times during his hospital stay that he isn’t too worried about it.

When he is cleared to begin racing again Hob starts consistently placing on the podium and each time he makes sure his boyfriend gets caught in the champagne spray no matter how much Dream grumbles about the cost of cleaning his designer clothes. Years later, when Hob retires from being a driver so he can spend more time with his husband, he is considered the chattiest driver of all time, Dream listened to every single one of his races after all. He also incidentally will be remembered as one of the best drivers of his generation.

-💥

I know close to nothing about racing but omg I am so here for this!!! Driver Hob!!! Chatty, risky, charismatic driver Hob with a tragic backstory!! I love it, once again I can only thank you for honouring me with this mini fic <333

I love to imagine Hob doing press conferences and managing to turn every answer for every question into a rant about how amazing Dream is, he loves Dream so much, he never thought he'd be able to get to the top of his sport but Dream has given him the motivation. And Dream himself is standing at the back of the room desperately wishing that the floor would swallow him up <333

[grizzersmamma]

Omg omg omg omg I just read both of your Deamon AU fics???? They are so good!! And beautifully written!!!

please please if not too much trouble, can I please request for that Au?? Maybe like all of 141 meeting each other and Deamon’s for the first time?? I picture Gaz has some kind of bird like a mourning dove or a humming bird and Price has a stronger dog breed- like a Shepard of a sheep bearding dog — y know something protective?

UGH I LOVE THIS AUUU A

((sorry if you aren’t taking requests on this, I just wanna say it’s the best thing I’ve read💕💕💕))

Requests are always open! (I just might take a while because I'm slow af lol)

I wanted to get this out this weekend just passed, but I got a fresh 'rona shot on Friday and it took me out with more precision than a sniper bolt to the face jfc. I absolutely adore the thought of Gaz with a little birb (a pretty one ofc), but I'd actually already picked something out for him, so I hope you like it almost as much as your idea. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: John Price has hand picked every member of his Task Force carefully to create the perfect team we have today, even if it hasn't always felt like that.

Notes: Written from Price's POV reflecting on the team's past.

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

Taglist: @heyitsropi

The first time John met Simon, he was only that, Simon Riley. The Ghost was yet to exist, and in his place, was a young man still full of life. He was friendly enough to the men close to him, but with a weariness toward anyone unknown.  

That caution, of course, extended toward John in the early few days. The first few times they interacted, he was strictly professional, his daemon even more so. The panther would stalk along beside her human, remaining in silence throughout all discussions, coming and leaving as quietly as a shadow. 

But over time, the younger man gradually began to settle. Simon certainly wasn’t the only person in the military to suffer from a rather poor childhood riddled with trauma and pain, and his team were kind enough to never push him too far. He would always maintain a slight distance between himself and the rest of the men on his squad, but he was often quick to smile and joke with them, telling what very well could have been the worst “dad jokes” known to man.  

Both Simon and Elanor seemed to revel in the pained groans his terrible jokes could invoke, smiling innocently as if not understanding why everyone was so upset. It wasn’t a surprise to learn that Simon had a younger brother, he certainly had the annoying-older-brother act nailed down perfectly.  

After a few good missions together, Simon was less reluctant to talk about his family with John in the room, discussing what he planned to get his nephew for Christmas, where he wanted to take his mum out for lunch during leave, and how he was going to get Tommy back for getting a stain on his ManU jersey.  

Simon was a good man and a great soldier, and John was disappointed when the time came for him to return to his own unit. John was to travel up north toward Herefordshire and Simon was to meet with some of their American contacts to help root out a cartel down in Mexico.  

Ghost was not the same person as Simon. He had the same daemon, the same brown eyes, but he was not Simon. He lacked the underlying gentleness in his eyes, and he’d grown to be cold and closed off toward everyone around him, friend or foe.  

If Simon’s daemon had been quiet before, she was dead silent now. Liz would trot over to the cat with a slowly wagging tail and try to greet her, but the panther would just look at her, before slinking off to go rejoin her human. It was heartbreaking to see a daemon who had only just started to come out of her shell become so walled off again.  

Sometimes he wouldn’t even see the animal in the same room and couldn’t help wondering where the daemon could have vanished to. Just seeing a daemon so far away from its human sent a shiver down John’s spine whenever he thought about it, his fingers instinctively curling themselves into the soft fur of his own.  

The reports he had seen about what had happened to Simon to create this Ghost, some of them first-hand from Simon’s own therapist, sent his stomach rolling uncomfortably, and the parts about their treatment of Elanor? He had sweat beading his forehead and Liz pulled into his lap. The rough collie did her best to comfort him, but he could feel her own distress at just the thought of such a thing happening.  

It took well over half a year before Ghost and Elanor were comfortable with turning their backs on John and Liz, and several before they were comfortable working alongside them. The Ghost and his daemon worked alone, but John and Liz were gradually, slowly, at the rate of a melting glacier, becoming an exception to the rule.  

This made it particularly difficult when Ghost was introduced to Soap.  

John MacTavish was, and still is, a loud and confident man. He doesn’t tolerate nonsense and will proudly stand behind his own personal morals and beliefs, even if it’s to the detriment of his professional career. He stands for what’s right, regardless of the consequences, and he’s entirely unapologetic of that fact.  

Soap’s daemon, Gwen, is a perfect match for him. A honey badger, just as unconcerned with the thoughts and feelings of others, and entirely fearless, even when up against daemons easily twice her size. They share a fierce aggression that would have most shaking in their boots, and John has seen firsthand even lions fleeing from their warpath.  

To say that Soap was a bit... much... for Ghost would be an understatement. Soap is so openly friendly with every team he works with, both verbally and physically, and his rather emotional responses to things seem to constantly have the masked soldier on edge.  

Since their first meeting, Soap has learned to reign in his emotions and has matured greatly with the help of experience and the guiding hands of more seasoned soldiers. But several years ago, fresh out of SAS selection, he was far too much for a quiet Ghost who could hardly stand having even John working with him at the best of times.  

While their first meeting didn’t exactly go swimmingly, it ended amicably enough since Soap didn’t seem to take Ghost’s reluctance to socialise to heart. Meanwhile, Ghost just appeared glad to have a break from spending time around someone so bright and bubbly, almost immediately vanishing on a solo mission for a week.  

Kyle was a much safer bet for working alongside Ghost. The young man, while inexperienced, was the top of his class and always eager to learn more. He was like a sponge, soaking up every little piece of advice he’s given and doing his best to apply it to his work. He always asks the right questions at the right times, and always thinks on his words before speaking.  

His daemon, a friendly marbled polecat by the name of Milly, was the first daemon Elanor was willing to open up to. She wasn’t insistent like many of the other daemons in the military, providing the panther with plenty of space, but always choosing to sit beside her, greeting her with a happy chirp. These simple greetings were eventually returned with small nods or pleasant rumbles, and over time, and two daemons fell into the rhythm of being at one another’s side.  

Gaz was always seeking out new things to learn and Ghost had plenty to teach. No matter how difficult the lesson, he would always have the determination to see it through to the end, and his mature, competent nature was gradually winning over the stubborn lieutenant. On the rare occasion where Kyle wasn’t with John, he could be confident that Ghost would have the younger man’s back.  

But Gaz brought more than plain professionalism to their team, he also brought the fun, youthful spark that the group had been missing. His sassy remarks during OPs and cheeky behaviour off the field was worming its way under Ghost’s thick skin, and John could see it in the way his lieutenant began to offer banter of his own in return.  

It was like watching a grizzled old dog interacting with a friendly young pup, slowly relearning what it meant to actually enjoy life here and there. Sometimes Ghost still needed that time to be alone with Elanor, but Kyle and Milly were drawing them out of the dark and back into the light again.  

More often than not the two could be found sitting peacefully together, doing nothing but enjoying the company of their fellow brother in arms. Whether it was eating meals together in private where others wouldn’t see Ghost removing part of his mask, running on the track first thing in the morning to wake themselves up, or claiming the bench under the old tree where they could discuss upcoming schedules or laugh at the young recruits just learning to walk, it was all done by each other's side.  

John could see the pride in Ghost’s eyes whenever Gaz managed to get an upper hand on him in training, he could see how Elanor now greeted Milly with a gentle headbutt, how trust was building between them and their team was solidifying into something unbreakable. Gaz was a loyal man, almost to a fault, but he had awarded that loyalty to John and Ghost and, in return, had been given it back tenfold. 

But the team was yet to be complete, and it wouldn’t be, not until John MacTavish joined them.  

John was admittedly still not certain how well Ghost would take to working so closely with Soap after finding the other man a tad overwhelming the first time, but with Liz’s encouragement and seeing how much Ghost was beginning to come out of his shell, he had no choice but to commit to the selection. Soap’s file reported nothing but constant rapid improvement. He was a talented, driven man, and precisely someone John wanted on his new task force.  

The offer was sent out and immediately accepted.  

Soap and Gaz were, understandably, complete menaces. Two young men eager to prove themselves and have a little fun while they’re at it. They’re thick as thieves and both just as determined to inconvenience John as much as possible while dodging reprimands like the plague. “A bunch of children” he’d called them one day, earning a grunt of agreement from Ghost, Liz and Elanor sharing a look of endless suffering. 

As for the relationship between Ghost and Soap, the best John was hoping for was for them to learn to accept one another, even if that was just enough to be able to put their best foot forward during missions. And it worked well enough, until Las Almas happened. Until Sheperd happened. 

Until Simon happened.  

Years of hiding away, and suddenly it wasn’t Ghost standing before him. It was Simon.  

Soap was looking right at him, and Simon was looking right back.  

Something had changed between them. From the report he got from the two soldiers about the events that transpired he couldn’t tell what, but it was clearly something significant. It had changed them from work colleagues to something far more dangerous. A better man would have nipped it in the bud before it had the change to potentially ruin them, but John has never claimed to be a good man, good men don’t last long in their line of work.  

If he and Gaz are a good team, Ghost and Soap are unstoppable.  

When they think he’s not looking, John has caught how Gwen excitedly jumps around Elanor’s body, learning against the dangerous predator and covering her with affectionate licks. More surprising, is how Elanor returns the behaviour, nipping playfully at the badger’s feet and tussling about on the carpet like a pair of kittens.  

It isn’t until he sees Soap’s bare hand brush through Elanor’s fur that he knows the depth of what they are to one another.  

He just hopes he hasn’t made a horrible mistake.  

[vinnypotaoe]

The Wizard in his Tower

Part 1 of my Elanor x Gale Fanfiction

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It didn't take long for Elanor to find out about the fall of the Wizard's Prodigy "Gale of Waterdeep", Mystra's chosen that she had exiled for his foolish attempts at dark magic consumption. It was the talk of the town for months!

The rumor had it, that he consumed an item that was one of the forbidden objects of dark magic, no one was allowed to use. The very magic Elanor had been casting all her life and was in the hunt of getting more knowledge about.

Naturally, she would try to find that Man called Gale of Waterdeep and squeeze every bit of information out of him, potentially whatever he consumed too. But... The Wizard somehow disappeared from the Earth's surface.

Elanor spent weeks trying to find even the slightest trace of the famous Wizard, but it seemed almost as if he vanished, maybe even died... No one knew where he went, or what he was doing.

The wizard had made sure he was impossible to be found. Elanor had gone as far as seeking out his relatives, only to be met with even more questions and no answers.

That was, until she found a strange cat in the woods. Or better said, a "Tressym" on the hunt for magical artifacts.

One evening Elanor was strolling through the woods, as a strange winged cat had come out of the bushes and circled the Elven woman curiously. Her tiny whiskers twitched, as her little nose followed the smell of Elanor's amulet around her neck.

"What do you want, weird cat?" Elanor scoffed at the creature, who hissed back in response, before making weird gestures, trying to... talk?

Elanor rolled her eyes annoyed and cast a speak of animals spell, before crossing her arms and looking down upon the cat.

"Ah finally dear, thank you, now then... First of all I AM NOT A CAT! I AM A TRESSYM!" The 'cat' scolded before sitting down and licking her right paw rather aroused.

"I have noticed, the smell of that amulet around your neck is quite.... extraordinary" she continued her talk and self cleaning.

"where did you get that from? And by any chance, does yours have a selling price? I am in dire need of... Such magic" the cat finished and looked up to the red haired elf.

"No way!" Elanor simply replied and turned her back, what a waste of time and magic, she thought. Just another creature hunting for rare artifacts.

"Wait dear!" The cat jumped after Elanor and tried to convince her. "It truly is a life or death situation! My friend could heal with that dark magic inside of it!"

Elanor stopped her tracks and looked at the cat that desperately circled around the woman wearing the amulet.

"What dark magic?" She asked, now curious about what the cat seemed to know. "The amulet dear, I can feel it's dark magic emitting from it. Do you not?" The cat sat down next to the woman's feet and looked up to her.

"My best friend is suffering under a certain... Condition let's call it... And he needs to consume magic in order to survive. That amulet of yours... It's from the same 'condition' my friend suffers from. I thought that maybe by giving him your amulet, he may feel better! Or at least study it to find a cure"

The cat explained and somewhere through the middle, Elanor became suspicious about who the cat was referring to. Could it be....

"Can I meet that friend of yours first?" She asked in response and the cat shook her head. "I'm afraid he won't allow that"

"So you're asking me to give up my amulet just like that? To a cat that pops out of nowhere and asks for it? For what?" Elanor snickered. She was not going to give it up that quickly, that cat may be the key to finding that lost Wizard.

"Dear... Firstly I have explained you, I am a Tressym...not A CAT. Secondly, I have been out for weeks, finding artifacts for my friend and I am fully aware of what I am asking of you... Could you not help a stranger in need out of pure kindness? I'm not asking for it for free, tell me your price!" The cat bargained, eyes locked on the amulet around the woman's neck.

"My price is meeting that friend of yours" Elanor replied and the cat hissed, before jumping backwards.

"I have told you that he won't approve of this!" She growled and met Elanor's fierce stare. "I am searching for a Wizard called Gale of Waterdeep, is that your friend by any chance? I have a few very important questions for him"

For just a moment the eyes of the cat widened, before she jumped back and shook her head. "No, no I have never heard of such a name! But I will ask my friend if he may want to...meet. I'll be back tomorrow by sundown dear, come back by then" the cat said and jumped away into the bushes quickly.

"Wait! Where are you going? And why would I listen to you?!" Elanor called after the cat, but she was already gone. It didn't matter to her either way, she would find the 'friend' on her own, following the poorly covered up tracks of the strangely winged cat. Elanor already knew all she needed to know, that friend of her can only be the Wizard she was trying to find.

It was hard to keep on the tracks, as the cat flew parts of the way, but a few hours later into the night, Elanor had finally found the tower far out into the woods.

A place so isolated and seemingly forgotten, the air itself felt strangely different. The brick walls that the towers was build of, were overgrown and the garden surrounding it was wild and untouched for decades.

If it weren't for the small light, that was lit behind one of the windows, Elanor would have judged this place a ghost tower, a place long forgotten in history.

But someone, or something, lived there, together with that weird cat.

Elanor made her way across the overgrown path to the entrance, which to her surprise was open. Whoever was resident here, was not expecting anyone to visit soon.

She slipped inside and cast an invisibility spell on herself, before sneaking the stairs up leading higher into the tower, towards where the light was coming from.

"But mister Dekarios! If you were to meet that woman, you could eventually find a cure to it all!" The same voice of the cat echoed through the almost shut closed door.

Elanor stopped and gently pushed the wood door to sneak a peak into the room behind it.

"No! Whoever that person is, I do not wish to meet them. Not a single living soul is supposed to find out where I am Tara! Especially not someone so keen to find out about me..."

The voice of a man spoke, but Elanor could not see him at first, he was somewhere out of the view angle from where she was standing behind the door. She could only see the winged cat sit on a carpet, looking towards the man who she spoke to.

"It is a glimpse of hope sir, much more worth taking instead of staying miserable inside of this tower. Do it Mister Dekarios, do it for your good old Tara at least... I can't keep seeing you this hopeless, giving up on everything. Isolated from the world and slowly dying from loneliness, that neither all of these books can fill, or I can"

Footsteps came closer and a brown haired man dressed in a purple Wizards robe appeared a few feet in front of the door. "Oh Tara..." He spoke while walking up to the cat sitting on the carpet, before getting into his knees and gently petting her tiny head.

"I know you are worried about me, but if one person finds me, another will too and soon all of Waterdeep knows where I am at... It's too risky. I am here so no one gets hurt, you know that" he spoke softly and the cat laid down, rolling on her back, enjoying the petting.

"I just wish for you to be cured sir" she replied, closing her eyes purring. "Now you are manipulating me with cuddles, that's not right at all"

The Wizard laughed and continued to gently pet the soft fur of his dear companion.

"We will work it out Tara, I promise you, but not by inviting strangers into this tower"

Elanor watched the whole scene before her and to her own surprise she almost felt bad for him?

She wasn't sure what she would find in this tower, or what type of person this chosen of Mystra would be. Seeing a normal looking human, or a rather depressed looking one, was not what she had expected.

"We have survived for almost a year already, I am sure I can survive another until we find a cure! What is another silly year in your company?" The wizard spoke and chuckled.

"If Mystra allows me, I will live to the day I can be cured"

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I'm unsure how long you're supposed to make your posts... Some recommendations in the comments would be nice :D I'm new to this!

Anyways now... I hope you enjoyed part 1!

[leonsleftbicep]

Bake Me Back To Eden

Chapter: I

Ao3 Version

Word Count: 1,375

tags: Bakery AU, Modern Setting AU, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Vessel/II/III are dating, IV doesn't know them… yet!, Trans II, Nonbinary Vessel, Genderfluid III, They/Them Pronouns for III, It/Its and They/Them Pronouns for Vessel, Vessel and III are very creature they deserve creature pronouns

Summary: IV runs a bakery called Ivy Sprigs Bakery & Records, The Echo's work along with him. II, III, and Vessel are customers that don't yet know IV. yet! -- this is being cross posted on here and Ao3. alt names that are more "human" are used at times for the vessels, but i try my hardest to keep up with the numerical names for parts that are not being spoken verbally. The echo's or the esparas have made up names as well for i do not know their actual names and don't really want to use their actual names.

the alt names i will be using for each vessel and espara is listed below. please keep in mind that these names are fake and not anyone's actual names.

Vessel: Verna II: lii III: Thea IV: Ivy Espera/Echo 1: Evaline Espera/Echo 2: Erie Espera/Echo 3: Elanor

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Ivy Sprig Bakery and Records. A newer place that opened up just a walk away from Vessel’s house. It was II’s idea to check out the bakery, after the couple of times he bought coffee there on his way to work. He thought it was time to show them this cute little hobbit hole of a bakery. 

III was apprehensive about all of this, not knowing if they would like anything. Vessel was just nervous in general. Vess hates going out in public, everyone stares at them because of its height. II might be the only one not nervous, for the main reason that he knew there was a certain person he had a feeling that would change their minds. 

The three of them walking through an alleyway while II led the way. “ii are you gonna kill us or something, this is shady.” III says unnerved by this as they hold Vessel's hand. “where almost there, you know i'm not a big fan of main roads for numerous reasons” II smiles as he walks, taking a turn that leads to the front of Ivy Sprigs. “Here we are” II exclaimed as the two taller beings look at this lovely little bakery, with a dark cottage core almost witchy vibe to it. “I call dibs on the records!” III calls out before they run into the cafe. Both II and Vessel giggle as they hold hands and walk into the bakery. 

they find III already scouring the records for old albums from a band they enjoy. III does squeak and bounce around when they find a limited edition color variant of a record.

“I'll go get coffee, while you watch him” II speaks softly to Vessel as he gets up on his tippy toes just to kiss Vessel's cheek. Which makes the taller blush and hum in agreement. 

II making his way to the cafe/bakery section of the shop, he knew III and Vess would be on their way soon after III found their records. II gets in line and soon feels the presence of his two tall lovers, which calms his paranoia.

III’s jaw drops to the floor all of a sudden. II just chuckles when he feels Vessel also fluster, just by the way they are clutching onto II’s shoulder. “I told you guys I would change your minds” II say with a grin as he also checks out the person they are collectively looking at.

The person in question is a lovely brunette with grays at his temples and widows peak, thin wire oval glasses low on his nose as he smiles and talks to customers. ‘Ivy’ was the name on his apron, which if they all thought right he was the owner. II had met the man a couple of times, though never really had a super meaningful conversation with him. 

“How can i help you lads today?” IV asks as he looks between all three of them. Smiling when he sees II “oh it you Lii!” IV expels like he was surprised. “Its II, i just say Lii for simplicity” II nods, knowing a lot of people find his name odd.

Ivy types out something on his ordering tablet, “i'm guessing the usual black eye” ivy smiles. II hums in confirmation, “and anything those two would like?” IV asks as he gestures to III and Vessel. “They are your partners, right? you mentioned a Vessel or Verna? And some one you called Red?” Ivy asks as he pulls out cups and starts to write down II’s name on it. 

“Black coffee, please” Vessel says with a slight shake to its voice before they just whisper to II what they want. “And a blueberry scone” II adds on, wanting to make sure vessel got all it wanted. “And what's your name sweetheart” IV ask’s vessel so he can write down the name on their cup. Vessel at first flusters at the pet name being used so smoothly. “Vess- no, put down Verna” Vessel says with a soft smile, which makes II squeeze its arm gently in congratulations. 

III smiles when IV turns to ask what they want, “what do you recommend..” III looks at IV’s name tag “..Ivy?” they finish with a smirk. IV just smiles “i fear I- it might be too sweet for you” he tries to flirt back.

II kicks III in the ankle “OW!”. this sight makes IV laugh and snort, which amazes all of them. “goodness. okay, too answer your question Red” IV say with a big grin “my favorites the cafe miel, coffee wise. but tea wise, i usually go with a london fog” IV responds as he plays with his pen “your pick though”.

III leans against the counter as they think, “I'll try the cafe miel” they say “as long as it's, as sweet as you” III purrs. “oh jesus christ” Vessel whispers “this is the same thing they did to me when we first met” Vessel tells II. 

IV just snorts and writes it down “what's your name?” he asks with a soft expression “unless you just want me to write down Red?”. III shakes their head “put down Thea, but you can call me III.. or whatever you want” III chuckles. “III you are horrible at being subtle” II groans and crosses his arms as Vessel rests its chin on his head. 

IV gets pulled away from the cashregister by evaline so she can discuss something with him. III just watches that and then giggles and turns to II and Vessel “i'm not trying to be subtle, i'm trying to get closer” III admits. 

II’s eyes widen “you just met him, Thea!” II yelps. “I feel like that's what you said to yourself when you met me, Lii” III counters, being a smart ass.

Vessel takes a deep breath “ok my loves, can we not get into a tift at the moment. Both of you need coffee, and some food” Vessel says as it takes their partners hands. Both III and II take a deep breath. 

“I'm going to finish ordering, you take III to look at the records. Try and find me something please” II mutters as he pulls away so he can finish the order with Elanor as vessel and III walk off to cool down.

After coffee and some food II and III hold hands as they feel normal now. “Sorry that i was rude” III apologizes. “I accept your apology. But you aren't wrong, there was a reason that Vessel was the one to start dating you first before I did. And it was because I felt it was too soon” II explains, even if this might be odd to discuss in the middle of a bakery. 

IV walks over after finishing up what he needed to with evaline. “Sorry I had to walk away, evidently someone wants an ambrosia salad style cake for their wedding.” IV laughs as he takes off his apron and pulls up his sleeves to expose his forearms. Which the three men gawk at, seeing the ivy tattoos wrap around his wrists and up.

“So can I get you three anything before you head out?” IV asks with a soft expression that makes his eyes look more blue then they were before. 

“Some ivycakes” III blurts out as their face reddens. “I've never heard of that, we do have angel food cake though!” IV responds obviously.

II clears his throat and chimes in, “we are good, we are just about to go purchase those records Thea picked out and then head off home.” II excuses. 

“Well, come back soon. it was great to finally meet your partners, they are very sweet” Ivy says as he makes eye contact with III. which II notices, and so does Vessel by the way it grabs II’s waist and squeezes gently.

After they pay for the records and walk out the bakery, Vessel finally speaks about its experience. “I like Ivy, he has pretty eyes. I wonder if he's single” Vessel smiles as all three of them walk together. 

“The ivycakes thing was about his ass… i asked for a slice of his ass” III explains. 

Both II and Vessel look over at III in surprise.

[embrassed-dabblings]

Alright so, ever since I showed my redesigns for IMP, I've been nervous about showing anyone else (mainly because I'm not greatest write). But I wanted to take a shot at it

And (from what I think) people liked them, so I did someone else.

I took on the "prince in distress".

To be honest when I first watched hb since the pilot, I didn't mind it. But then it started to grow on me and then it became more meh (It really started when his outfit was switching between a shirt and a jumper (?). Anyways, onto this owl.

Janus is a well-known and upstanding hellborn citizen due to him running one of the most successful sections within hell, but also having the title of one of hell royalty depends him on.

You see, Janus restores things, but mainly magical things. Any magical artifacts from Asmodean crystals to even grimoires, he is able to restore them back to new. He is a well-known curator who is tasked by royalty to store all historical and not so important books of hell's history.

This first fact catches the eye of a certain imp. However, he didn't expect (or even predict) that he was sneaking into a building where its owner is actively awake during the night.

The thief leaves only with a fairly damaged tome, but Janus doesn't be too alarmed as it wasn't important as ones that are hidden and locked away, but the magic within it was expected to wear out eventually.

A few years pass and life is going normal, Janus finished having breakfast with his wife Elanor and his daughter Octavia and they're watching tv together. A commerical break is happening and Janus is clearly uninterested in all of them

Until one catches his eye

One with an imp that looks VERY familiar to him...He's gotten interested and upon getting the number, he decides to help the thief once more to see how far this imp can go.

And that's Janus! In my au,/rewrite, he is not a main character and is not shown much until he gets revealed later. He still get shown but still not as much as it's mainly revolved around KODAL.

So now, headcannons + changes:

- Let's start with the biggest changes first: Janus does not take the place of Stolas. Stolas (the actual prince) is a seperate character from Janus. Also in addition, that Stolas is not like the show version

- Janus is NOT a prince or related to royalty; he is in fact an Overlord (yes, THOSE overlords) as he works as a mayor (of sorts) to his section in Pride. The only relevance to royalty he has is that he works with them sometimes (and are seen within their good graces)

- He hasn't cheated on Elanor (Stella in the au) and the thought has never crossed his mind (They are the real gomez and morticia addams)

- Despite hiding in the shadows and acting like a villian, Janus genuinely wants to see Pyro and KODAL succeed and constantly gives them multiple clients (and pay) to get benefits for both of them

- Janus looks imitadating, but man is a total sweetheart: consoles in everyone, an absolute dork whose head over heels about his family and would invite you over to tea. However don't let that fool you, He can still be a malicious beast if he deems you a threat or upset him or his family greatly.

- His favorite hobby to do with his family is shopping and taxidermy (a shared interest)

- As for prince Stolas, he is one of Janus's patrons as he is a frequent customer. He holds in high regard and sees him as a role model (hence the coat having stars and having paimon's robe palette)

And...that's all I have so far, thank you for looking and reading !!

No hate to the original designs btw, just did this for fun

[14dayswithyou]

To everyone EXCEPT TEO >:(((((((((((

I hope your blanket keeps you warm tonight... because I know I will ;)

✦゜ANSWERED: LMAO RIP!!!!! It's under a "read more" because it got long skjdgkds

Ren: "Haha~ That was smooth..." Ren's cheeks flush a deep shade of red as he pulls you closer to his side — the pillow between you two long forgotten as his body occupies the space instead. "I-I'm gonna hog you all to myself, then."

[REDACTED]: "Yeah? Y'gonna stay on top of me all night?" Without warning, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you beneath the blankets with him. A pair of soft lips press against your temple as the dark-haired man lets out a satisfied hum. "Don't want you getting cold either."

Moth: "But it's hot as baaaaaalls here..." You can hear them whine from the other end of the phone. There's a pleased grin resting on their lips, though you could see the faintest hint of longing in their eyes. "Hey, if we ever meet up, lemme use you as a pillow instead!"

Violet: "You're so cheeky." She lets out a puff of laughter at your words, but moves closer to your warmth nonetheless. A pleased hum slips past her lips before Violet offers you a soft simper. "...And very, very warm."

Elanor: "Oh! Are you cold? I can turn down the air-con! What about—" You have to nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck for Elanor to calm down, get back into bed, and finally understand your words. "Ohhh! Hehe, alright!"

Conan: "You're doing a fine job already, sweetheart." Conan mumbles into your ear as one of his hands moves to gently caress your shoulder. "You, alongside the four other blankets you've brought into bed."

Jae: "Not if I can help it!" Before you can respond, Jae throws himself over your body and stifles his laughter with your chest. "Warm enough? Hey, I got an idea— Maple! C'mere!"

Leon: "Hahaha! Where'd you learn that one?" Warm arms encircle your waist as Leon presses his head against your shoulder blades. "But if that's the case, then... Oh no! Suddenly I'm on the verge of freezing to death! You better help, quick!"

Teo (for Rosie n Jesse): "...Pfft— Jeez. I should kick you out for that." He lets out a scoff as you smugly readjust yourself against his chest. A large hand moves to play with the ends of your hair for a moment, before Teo finally spares you a glance. "I can think of other ways to keep warm."

[sasha199]

Who’s ready for a new Tav rant?

After surviving the crash Alegría awoke the cleric, Shadowheart, and along with Elanor they made their way out of the wreckage to get their bearings.

After a nasty encounter with some walking, clawing brains Elanor approached a magical portal. From it she pulled the Wizard of Waterdeep, a chatty handsome human who introduced himself as Gale.

Being from Waterdeep herself, she immediately clocked him as a fallen Chosen of Mystra, and son of the formidable Morena Dekarios. Not that she let him know that…

Being an admirer of Karsus, Elanor planned on keeping a careful eye on this Gale…and after spending some time in his company realized she rather liked him…

“What do mean you like, Gale?” Alegría almost dropped the clean clothing she was folding right back into the mud. Elanor rolled her eyes, at her friend’s reaction. It wasn’t that surprising. “Like, you like him? I thought Astarion would be more your …type.”

“Why because I’m mean?” Elanor narrowed her eyes at the drow, feigning anger.

“I didn’t say that.” Alegría set the basket of clothing aside, giving Elanor her undivided attention (finally).

“You didn’t have to. I am mean.”

“You’ve gotten better.”

“Well I need to know how to be nice.” Elanor couldn’t quite keep the fire out of her tone. She hated asking for help, especially from people she cared about. There was no worse feeling than a person you trust knowing that you trusted them.

“Well, okay. But don’t go changing yourself for a man. You’re wonderful the way you are.”

“Yes yes, I know. Now please tell me your secret. How do you stand it? All the smiling, all the “thank you” s and the…the…”

“Feelings?” Alegría was not fighting back a smile, she wouldn’t dare.

“If that’s the term you prefer…”

“Elanor,” Alegría’s voice was gentle, it made Elanor want to throttle her. “Just start small. Okay? When Gale talks…try listening.”

“What?” She felt her nose wrinkle in disgust, “You mean actually pay attention to what he’s saying? Like the sounds he makes have meaning or something?”

She watched her friend breathe deeply. Was she feeling alright? She hoped she wasn’t getting ill, the only healer around was that dumb Nettie…and Elanor didn’t trust her… there was something shifty about that Druid…

“Elanor!”

“Yes! What?”

“Let’s start again. When Gale is talking to you, he’s communicating with you. He’s giving you information about himself, and if you LISTEN and respond you’ll develop a natural bond and that will help you know what to do. How to charm him, get on his good side. Alright? Be selfless.”

“I can be selfless.” Elanor was far better at self-preservation but for Gale…well maybe she could pretend. Like she had with Alegría in the beginning. Like she did sometimes now. Alegría was a treasure to be protected at all costs. She could do that for Gale too. She hoped.

“I believe in you.” Alegría squeezed her hand. Elanor had a thing about being touched, but her friend’s touches were different. They were warm.

“I know you do.”

“Now go get that wizard.”

***

***

“All that to say…I’ve come to trust you.” Gale’s eyes twinkled with a magical light. As if the Weave itself emanated from him…

Elanor shook herself and focused, she was supposed to be listening.

“That’s very gratifying to hear, Gale.”

Listen and respond. Easy.

As he went on to speak about a mysterious magical “condition” that he needed her help with Elanor could feel the gears turning in her head…she had to check herself a couple more times to stay present.

Why would Gale Dekarios, the former Chosen of Mystra need to consume raw magic from rare artifacts? Could this be a symptom of some kind of magical malady or affliction? He hadn’t always been like this, had he?

No, she’d seen him instinctively attempt powerful magic and fail before. He’d once been capable of great things but now no longer…his connection to the weave, it had changed somehow perhaps? Or was this Mystra’s doing, that spiteful bitch.

“I’d be happy to help.” She found herself saying and the look of earnest gratitude on Gales face was worth every agonizing moment of conversation that she’d had in an instant. She even felt a tad less annoyed at having to save that ugly goblin. Just a tad though.

The wizard would be hers. She could sense it, and as he smiled at her she felt her chest stir. Such a strange sensation.

[stubbedt0e]

Ren x Vampire! Angel

The following contains violence, mention of blood, self-destructive behaviour and some sexual themes. If any of these bother you please scroll away.

!! Minors DNI !!

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel is a pacifist vampire who doesn’t want to prey on humans because they see them as fragile beings. After their family was hunted down and killed by the angry mob, they had to live the majority of their life in a secluded area deep in the forest.

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel finally moves back to Corland Bay after half a century and is working as a librarian from 4 pm to 6pm at the Corland Bay library just so they can live a peaceful life just like a working class human. Their fascination with human beings and their rather short life has made them take this risk. But deep down they know, if the people of the city ever find out who they truly are, their fate won't be any different than those vampires from 50 years ago...burnt to ashes in front of the townsfolk for their enjoyment.

"Is there truly an evil? Or are we all just victims of our own situation? Driven to sin?"

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel meets this curious young man. Someone they have seen come to the library on a daily basis. With the "help'' of their co-worker, Elanor, they finally manage to talk to the man. After a little chat, they find out his name is Ren.

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel has a lot of self restraint. Yet they feel a little dizzy and tipsy whenever Ren is close to them. His scent is driving them crazy. They want to ravage him but...they can't forget their vow...This man has them infatuated but they can't lose control...

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel is trying their best to restrain themselves. They usually just get blood from a blood bank in two or three months, which is enough to keep them alive but it's the bare minimum. So, they are starving. On top of that, that man's scent...it's too hard to control their primal urges...

"No...no..I can't lose control now...I can't harm a human...I need to stop these urges...I have to.."

Vampire! Angel au, where Ren takes Angel out on a date the next day. A bright and beautiful day, perfect for a date. But they are getting vivid hallucinations and cant see humans as humans anymore, the only thing that calms their urges..human faces are now a black void without any human features...But they are brought back to their senses by a gentle tap on their shoulder by Ren.

Vampire! Angel au, where after the date Angel invites Ren to their apartment. Soon they start to lose their sense of control..They quickly get in their bathroom. Now laying down in the bathtub, they bite on their own arm to control their urges around Ren. The blood tastes...stale but at least they are coming down...right? Before they can analyze the situation any further, the world around them turns black..

...

"I cannot become a monster..."

Vampire! Angel au, where Ren finds out Angel, passed out in the bathtub, bite marks covering their arms. He picks them up and takes them to their bedroom.

He realized your true nature...

Vampire! Angel au, where Ren tends for Angel till they wake up. With visible distress in his eyes, he holds your hand and places it on his chest.

"You could have just asked me...I would do anything for you...anything"

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel drinks from Ren for the very first time after a lot of convincing. Ren has a way with his words, he must admit. With Angel sitting on his lap, their fangs inches away from the tender skin of his neck. He smiles and whispers in their ear.

"Go on...we have come this far already..don't stop now.."

Vampire! Angel au, where the taste of Ren's blood has driven Angel to pure lust for blood. They lose their sense of humanity, letting the vampiric urges take control of their body. But they gain back their control with a pale Ren, looking down at them. A smirk on his lips as they felt a tent on his pants. Blushing, they hide their face. Ren cups their cheeks with both of his hands and places a chaste kiss on their forehead.

"Don't worry..I enjoyed it..as much as you did.."

Vampire! Angel au, where both Ren and Angel goes to sleep together. The next morning as they wake up, a realization hits Angel. They quickly go through their drawers and take a metal box with a silver knife in it. They hand it to Ren.

"Listen...don't ever come near me again, okay? I'm doing this for your safety...I am dangerous for you...here, take this. If I ever attack you, intentionally or unintentionally, don't hesitate to use this on me."

Vampire! Angel au, where Angel tells Ren to go away, with the silver knife still on his hand. He looks at it, with a blank stare for a while.

"Sorry, my angel...as much as I would like to cherish something you have gifted me, this thing will distance us...and anything that distances us is not something I will cherish.."

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Thought of who the new Avatar might end up being:

Basically, Professor E. Gadd is somehow still alive after all these years, and since he operates out of Evershade Valley he wasn't in the Mushroom Kingdom while shit was going down. And as the years go on and all the heroes get captured, corrupted or lost, he realizes that they need to bring something new to the table. So he reaches out to his old rival Susie to see if she'd be willing to collaborate with him on a cloning project and-

it's Elanore it's literally just an alternate origin story Elanore.

Since she's being created with the intention of being a hero instead of an Avatar, she isn't flooded with Meme Energy during her creation and comes out at around the same relative age as Lily, and Hex and Vee don't get made. She still builds Barney, but he's based on the Giant Clank form instead of regular Clank and can transform into a custom Robobot Armor for Elanore to pilot. They're both equipped with the best weapons and gadgets Haltmann Works Co. and Gadd Industries have to offer, as well as extensive training.

And they have absolutely no idea that in a few years' time or less Elanore is going to inexplicably become slightly crazy and very, very stupid.

The two of them and Lily's team very understandably don't trust each-other at first, to the point where the Haltmann kids introduce themselves as Agents E & B, which is not helped by this timeline's versions of Lily and Elanore having clashing personalities (RPG Protagonist Rivalry, anyone?), but there's a tentative alliance between them since they seemingly share the same goals.

YESSS.. Oh I love this a lot. There'd probably even be more clashing once Lily realizes the signs of Elanore starting to become SM64's new Avatar. While she know she shouldn't, she just can't help but feel resentful. Why does Elanore get to become an Avatar when she clearly knows nothing about it? Why not someone else of the Mario cast?

But YESS I love this a lot. *adds it to the AU*

[crysdrawsthings]

Concerning Elanor's antics in Skyrim

Hopefully a little post for me to finally write down some notable events in Elanor's unending struggle in making life in Skyrim somehow worse.

The year is 4E 201. The cart is rolling towards Helgen. Ralof, Lokir an Ulfric have to deal with snoring and absolutely shitfaced Thalmor Justiciar sleeping in the same cart. Say hi to Elanor, age ~110 and her questionable life choices.

- And... who are you? - Oh, I am here for the execution. To watch it, I mean. Although with a headache like this, maybe it would be easier to just chop the whole thing off, you know?

Let it be known, that Elanor should be held responsible for at least half of property damage and casualties in Helgen, because half-drunk is not the proper state to sling around destro spells.

She initially goes to Whiterun just to hitch a ride to Solitude, taking a few detours on the way, naturally, while Delphine runs her own investigation into dragon issues, frustrated that someone has already raided Bleak Falls Barrow. And someone with a frustratingly familiar "woe, ton of atronachs and a chain lightning be upon ye" approach to problems.

Mostly sober now and hungry for a rematch Elanor jumps on a chance to join Irileth's dragon hunt, subsequently devouring her first dragon soul.

A rare moral W for Elanor is stopping vandalizing Talos' statue to give a few coins to Lucia and hear her story. Naturally proceeds to casually offer to go stab her aunt and uncle so the kid can have her farm back, taking a moral L for further traumatizing the child. Evens out by borderline bullying Balgruuf into giving her Breezehome so Lucia and Brenuin can move in there. Leaves Whiterun without elaborating.

Figures it won't take too long to check this out and ventures to High Hrothgar, naturally summoning a dremora lord to princess carry her up the mountain.

Actually has a lot of fun learning funny shouty language and being obnoxious yellow gremlin. Greybeards and their young acolytes less so, but they manage. She particularly aggravates one of their most promising pupils, Eivor.

This leads to him attempting to get the Horn in the Ustengrav before Elanor can get there and coincidentially running into Delphine there and them teaming up for the time being. Elanor meanwhile doing a very important sidequesting and terrorizing local populace.

Subsequently, Elanor also forgets about the whole Horn thing after getting yelled at by Elenwen (via letter) and summoned back to the Embassy to talk about the whole dragon problem. Finds her in the middle of some daedric quest aka "Oh, you are Sheo's kid, right? Can you help me a bit out there?"

Upon making it to the Embassy shows up exactly in time for another one of Elenwen's parties. While partying takes another rare moral W by disposing of Erikur. Immediatelly proceeds to take a ton of faction-typical moral Ls for what she does to get information on Esbern out of Etienne. Also gets roped into figuring out the whole Potema thing.

After gifting Potema (bound to the skull) to Elisif, Elanor proceeds to head for the Riften where the hunt for the Blades starts. Very fun and enriching! She hasn't felt that alive since the Great War! Certainly being very normal! Surely not terrorizing and driving her quarry borderline mad with the lack of sleep and constant attacks.

Eventually makes it to the Sky Haven Temple, gets run through by Delphine's katanas, excitedly asks if dear worstie would want those back or if she can keep them for the collection. Yes, she has a collection.

Gets the Horn from Eivor, finally remembers that she is supposed to bring it back to yelling grandpas. Takes a metaphorical selfie in front of Alduin's Wall and leaves to do just that. As a result gets yet again insulted by people giving her the same title as tiber fucking septim, but on the bright side of things - she gets to meet Paarthurnax. Imprints on him like a sad lost duckling.

Dragon problems continue to escalate while Elanor is trying to dig up an Elder Scroll somewhere. Along the way takes part in the College questline, annoys Psijics and takes another rare moral W by being actually decent to college kids. Dangerously unhinged, but decent.

"Hey, kid, do you know how to summon atronachs that explode? No? Do you want to?"

After acquiring the Scroll Elanor actually remembers to go to Paarthurnax with it and finds out she can't actually perform Dragonrend as the concept of mortality is, funnily enough, alien to a functionally immortal being. Still proceeds to beat Alduin to a stalemate using her cool new shouts and good old reliable "enough magic firepower to level a city" approach.

Peace talks? Gloriously failed.

Joins the Civil War on the side of the Legion, but causes so much problems Ulfric should have probably taken her on the payroll. In any case, eventually Whiterun's position is secure enough so Balgruuf agrees to the whole "capture the dragon" plan.

Final showdown with Alduin happens, the crisis averted, the dragons chill down a bit, Elanor goes back to being a menace, gets drunk with Sanguine to celebrate, ends up in Cindhna Mine as a result, you know, the typical stuff. Civil War rages on...

Dawnguard: Elanor joins the side of Dawnguard, offers Serana to beat up both Harkon and Molag Bal if it would cheer her up, casually drops the fact of being an artificially created "godling" in the conversation, adores her new cool bow. Promises to figure out some loophole to get Durnie out of Soul Cairn permanently.

Actually gets her "parents" to join her and in fact beat Molag Bal up. Cathartic experience.

Dragonborn: oh no, worsties are fighting. Elanor is absolutely head over heel about the prospect of finally fighting someone strong again, and ends up draggin Miraak back to the Nirn after Mora tries to pull a sneaky.

"Hey, maybe I should start a cult too, you know? I am cool and basically a goddess in the flesh, I deserve one"

The Dragon Cult 2: Electric Boogaloo. Now comes in girlboss.

A few years later Elanor is mostly known as Thurrahdaal, the Winged Majesty, and Paarthurnax is doing his damned best to keep her at least somewhat sensible. Somewhat succeeds. Sometimes it requires whacking her on the head with a wing or a tail, while in private.

Eventually, a century or so later, our horrible meow meow embraces the whole Alduin thing and devours this particular timeline, abusing her privileges to keep her horrible bf (Ancano, also the head priest of her fun little cult) around.

Following this "lives" at Akatosh and Co place and scheming something very dastardly to do to one divinely neighbour.

Ze end.

[my-blessed-prince]

Writeblr Introduction

Hi! You most likely know me from my main blog @my-cursed-prince

I decided to make a second writeblr account for a different set of projects that are mostly less tragic. These projects are within a fairytale universe. They are naturally all satires, because, well it's still me <333

It's just these are silly funny satires, and not cry yourself to sleep at night satires. The actual definition of satire lmao.

I suppose if I have a wip that's not fairy tale and isn't We Lost Our Sunshine, I'll put it on here too. So far, I haven't fully developed or even halfway developed any of those wips.

If you have any questions about my canon OCs, continue to ask my main blog! If I answer an ask for this blog, it will be for one of my side projects. These side projects can include AUs that I put my main OCs in. Although, the focus of this blog rn is more fairytale oriented.

Here are the projects I've been slowly, but surely working on!

Prince Snow White

A fairy tale retelling of the Grimms Brothers Little Snow White! I decided to keep the story pretty much the same, except I switch everyone's gender! The land is ruled by women, because for them that's the only way it would be. I give men stereotypical feminine roles, that I mostly take inspiration from the 1950s in America.

Prince Snow White is trying to escape his evil stepfather, and he runs into seven dwarves (all women) who take him in at the price that he keeps house like the good little boy he is :)))

He befriends the local princess, Princess Carlota, who is a rambunctious girl that is always getting into different types of trouble. The two children have fun in the fairy tale of Snow White.

Cinderella Retelling: Rising Embers

Ngl, this is the least developed wip. This is very loosely based off of Cinderella, and honestly, it would probably be better if I made it more original instead of a retelling slkfjdklsljkfd. Essentially, the plot is that Elanor (Cinderella) is asexual. Okay, there's more plot than that, but that is the original idea. I have yet to write much for this one so things could change, but basically the idea is that Cinderella decides enough is enough. Hearing there is a ball, she gets involved in a gang of older ladies that help her prepare for the ball. She wants to buy her estate back from her evil stepmother, so the goal is to seduce a lord at the ball. Stealing his money, she would purchase her estate back and kick out her step mother.

Which is so much fun, when you're asexual and realize you know absolutely nothing about being seductive. Lucky for her, Prince Charming would fall for anyone with nice feet.

Things get more complicated, as Elanor accidentally 'seduces' Prince Charming, and in the same breath befriends his younger brother, Alexander.

Through the power of friendship and the sheer audacity, Elanor fights to get her estate back.

The satire here is asexuals feeling forced into relationships they don't want because allo-society said so.

Fairy Tale AU

This is where I put my canon OCs in a fairytale. I have not decided, but I may put these three wips in the same universe, with Prince Snow White's country as a neighboring one to Cinderella's.

This fairy tale is primarily about Verity, who lives in the same country as Ella and is actually friends with her. However, instead of her story centering around a prince, it's with a commoner--Lao.

Verity lives with her mother, who maltreats her and expects her to take care of Ray for her. (yes this is the wip that is a little more sad. BITE ME). Verity, who is getting older, wants to leave this arrangement and is seeking a way to move out with her little brother.

Unsure what to do and how to pursue work when she has a whole estate to keep, she seeks out Lao to court <3

(is Lao going to provide for her) (no ofc not. it's Lao. he'd rather sell his soul than let Verity think she's reliant on him)

Ray is a fourteen year old boy, who is growing increasingly concerned for his sister. He also has two friends, Min and Juni, that also concern him with their homelessness. Bestie is worried 24/7. The boy is on a mission to make sure his dumb friends and sister find a stable to place to live. Because he is Ray, he naturally takes all the worst routes with a smile on his face and a heart full of pride of how helpful he is.

Lastly! We have Min. Very similar story to Poisonous Medicine. He is fourteen and an alcoholic. He shares a corner with Juni, and they keep each other safe. Min has some secrets buried deep in his chest that he doesn't want anyone to know. Secrets that are slightly different than Poisonous Medicine.

Min and Juni are offered a place to stay from Lao. Lao frames it as the boys are doing him a favor. If they stay with them, Lee will stop pestering Lao about getting married and doing 'gross' things. They're 'chaperoning' (in lee's eyes) and they can help cover for Lao if needed. We have the boys being slowly welcomed into a family :)))

Ray's plot and Min's plot are side plots though, and the main plot is Verity's romance with Lao <333

Oh, and the satire for this one is the Christianity aspect. I poke fun at Christians, and I talk about the aspects I like and the way I wish things were (I.e. what if we were inclusive with our religions as a whole. what about that)

[ndostairlyrium]

a Rage demon, with a very confused face, arrives and leaves a letter. He doesn't do anything, he waves and just disappears

For all/as many as your blorbos you'd like to answer… Including the extra ones if they'll have something interesting to say on the matter, not just the main trio.

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood? 👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any? 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? 💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

Grasie stea!! 💛👀 ...*dusts can of worms to put in full display*

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Elanor

Her mother tending to the castle's sunflower field. It was something so normal yet exceptional to see her covered in mud, with a broad smile on her face and singing songs of love and harvesting alongside commoners. A fond memory. Elanor made sure to move what was left of her remains beneath that field when she travelled back to Highever.

Hawke

Carver crying silently at the dinner table, alone at night, after Bethany was found to be a mage. She was his best friend and they stayed together whenever mom was busy and dad was away with his brother. The house was a mess because the family had to move soon, and Hawke remembers that the stillness of his brother was more agitated than the confusion of objects scattered around him. He had tried to talk to him but Carver stayed silent during the whole interaction, refusing to do anything that could bring him comfort. This memory still haunts him to this day.

Ankh

That one time she fell down a hole in the ground - being pushed too hard during a game - and got stuck inside an old elven monument. She didn't wait for the rescue, wandering around for hours in total awe of her surroundings before finding an exit. Once she had found her way out, she explained to the other kids and some adults of the clan how marvelous it was such a finding, besides she wasn't frightened at all. Unfortunately her enthusiasm was immediately dismissed and her reaction considered irresponsible and weird. Adults were worried about her welfare, kids were concerned that she would snitch the responsible of that accident, but nobody cared to listen to what she wanted to say. She had found beauty in a terrible situation but people were focused on the latter, and instead of helping her to cope with trauma and complimenting her for doing something exceptional by sorting the way out alone they scolded and mocked her. She was devastated, feeling guilty for a situation that she didn't want in the first place. However, the kid that pushed Ankh approached her the day after with a piece of a mosaic she found near the monument, thankful for not being mentioned nor accused. She apologized and then they both discussed such an adventure with the enthusiasm the others stole from it the day before. They ended up becoming hunters together and to this day they're great friends - with many of those adventures under the belt.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Okay so, we know each one of them had experiences with poltergeists and haunted hauses during the games (so they all believe in ghosts in some degrees because of #facts) but there's no development ig for one thing <<

There's an old lady that hangs out in Sandal's room and watches him sleep, allegedly. In response of this scenario, Hawke of course shrugs and says "we have room for Anders and a former slave, why should I send this old woman away? The streets of Kirkwall are dangerous at night and ghosts are low maintenance, after all". Time goes by and the story is brought back from time to time, when Sandal wakes up in the middle of the night and startles Dog to the point Hawke is forced to reassure his entire household and his neighbors that there's nothing weird happening. Until something weird happens. Hawke is very drunk but also very aware of his surroundings when he comes back home. Isabela tags herself along because she's hungry and needs to use the bathroom. They decide that midnight is a perfect time for spaghetti so Hawke just begins the preparations while Isabela powders her nose in the other room. Thinking she's back, he glances at her figure in the dark and asks her to open a couple of beers just to sober up before supper. She doesn't reply, nor moves. Hawke sighs, repeats the question, then keeps cooking. "Dude, we had just a couple of shots, you can handle corks." he scolds her. Still, no reply. At this point, Hawke is disappointed. But when he turns to her, he realizes that nobody is present. He blinks twice, confused, then Isabela enters the room. "Weren't you here two moments ago?" he asks. "Unless I'm capable of ubiquity, no, I was upstairs." she replies, picking up a couple of beers from the drawer they were stored in. The sudden realization that there's someone else around hits Hawke in the guts, so he looks for the intruder everywhere. Everybody is sleeping, nobody else except for him and Isabela is around. At that point, Hawke just wakes up Anders and tells him there's a presence in the house. Despite knowing who's talking is very drunk, Anders humors him. Luckily, he finds nothing. "It's totally a prank then" Hawke justifies it. But when the night comes and he's alone in bed, Dog is allowed to sleep beside him.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Already replied here

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

Elanor

She doesn't believe in love at first sight. What she finds a fundamental part of a relationship is complicity; the "yes, and?" factor. One just says or does something and the other just follows them and stick to the plan until the end.

Hawke

He's a romantic at heart, of course he believes in love at first sight! That's what happened with Fenris. He had him at "walking down a staircase" Hawke immediately after Fenris says anything:

He really wants to love and be loved, but otherwise he's not super picky in regards of requirements or things to look for.

Ankh

Doesn't believe in love at first sight, experiences love at first sight multiple times. I'm pasting the answer I gave to a very similar ask below the pefect depiction of what her type is:

Adding that she has always looked for - instinctively - partners that could give her a solid sense of security, and are also appreciative of her for who she really is, without trying to impose changes because her personality appears more of an inconvenience rather than an asset.

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Emoji Asks Meme

[grizzersmamma]

A Gentle Touch | Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish | Daemon AU

Summary: First fic in my Call of Duty daemon AU. A short fic about Soap and Ghost touching each other's daemons for the first time.

Notes: Unedited we die like OG Ghost.

Pairing:  Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish.

Warnings: Fluff, Past Childhood Trauma.

Series Masterlist: Here

CoD Masterlist: Here

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John often wonders what must have happened in Simon’s life for his daemon to pick such a fierce form to settle on. Elanor is a beautiful creature, sleek and elegant and dark as the night. A stunning panther as large and dangerous as her human, able to go from quiet and disinterested to fighting with a surprising amount of power and speed in the blink of an eye. 

She tears through their enemies with brutal strength, yet still dances about the battlefield with unmatched grace and agility. John can never resist pausing to watch her work, just as taken with her as he is with her counterpart. He knows he must look like a lovestruck fool, but he can’t help it, far too enamoured.  

It was difficult to describe what it was between Simon and himself – he found all the potential labels lacking... something – boyfriend sounded too childish for the intensity of their relationship and partner felt too formal. They were just Ghost and Soap. Johnny and Simon. A package deal. Two halves of a single entity.  

Despite their closeness, Simon still had a certain weariness around their daemons. He would always get so visibly anxious whenever Gwen, Johnny’s daemon, got too close to him. He will allow the other daemon near his own, but will otherwise shy away from her.  

Elanor is always happy to receive attention from Gwen, laying passively while the honey badger eagerly grooms her fur. Price seems to think it’s absolutely hilarious whenever he sees the beastly daemon rumbling away happily while her face is covered with drool. In public, the two daemons are the picture of professionalism, but the moment they’re away from prying eyes? The poor feline is being smothered with affection.  

The first time Johnny asks if Simon would like to pet Gwen, the man had jerked back as if he’d been physically struck. “Why would I do that?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed in what must be a scowl behind his mask.  

It’s difficult to not take his clear reluctance to heart, stomach twisting uncomfortably. Perhaps he had misjudged how their relationship was progressing? They had slept together, spent evenings whispering sweet nothings to one another and discussed fanciful dreams of what the future may hold. Yet, he must have misread things if Simon is so repulsed by the idea.  

He’s about to brush off the idea when Simon continues, “why would you want me to hurt you?”  

Soap simply blinks, “why would that hurt me?” he asks, gently taking Simon’s hand and encouraging him to sit on the bed beside him. He gets the feeling this is going to be a long conversation.  

“Touching her will hurt you,” Simon sounds just as confused as John feels.  

“You wouldn’t hurt me, Simon,” he starts gently, encouraging Gwen up and onto his lap, “I know you wouldn’t, I trust you.” He knows it can certainly hurt when someone grabs another person’s daemon as it’s easy to use too much force, but surely Simon knows how intimate the action can be, right? How it can bring two people so much pleasure and joy? 

It seems that is not the case, as Simon hesitates, staring hard at the small honey badger. “You’re sure you want me to touch her?” his gaze is intense, searching for even the tiniest hint of unease or uncertainty.  

John nods, “of course, but only if you’re comfortable with it.” 

Gwen crawls to the very edge of his lap, leaning forward until her neck is stretched out towards Simon. He’s cautious to respond, offering out a hand to her so she can made the first move, freezing in place as though he’s dealing with a wounded animal.  

The badger, although very excited to finally be able to interact with Simon, moves slowly to nudge her nose against his open palm. She gives it a quick sniff, pleased when she encounters his familiar scent, before nuzzling her face against him. He’s still wearing gloves, the layer of fabric still separating them from true contact, but it’s a start.  

Over the weeks that follow, Simon begins to grow more comfortable touching the smaller daemon, getting into the habit of scratching her head whenever she’s within reach.  

It isn’t for another month that he finally places an ungloved hand to the top of Gwen’s head. Simon’s eyes are constantly darting between her and Soap, waiting until he’s sure neither are distressed, before his fingers slowly, very slowly begin to caress the animal’s fur.  

The sensation of Simon’s hand so tenderly stroking his daemon has John near enough melting, his whole body tingling with delight. His head is fuzzy, hardly a thought passing between his ears, and he can tell Gwen feels the exact same given the way she flops down into Simon’s lap with a pleased sigh. That reaction seems to be all that Simon needs to relax into the action, starting to scratch just under Gwen’s chin, before massaging his fingers down her spine.  

By the end of it, both Soap and his daemon are practically a happy puddle stretched out on the bed, drifting just on the edge of sleep.  

Touching Elanor is a much more complicated subject.  

He doesn’t want to ask to touch her, not when Simon clearly has some sort of trauma surrounding people touching her without permission. He wants to allow her to come to him first, lest either of them feel as though he’s trying to pressure them. They don’t discuss it and, after a while, John simply forgets about it, content with knowing they will never feel comfortable enough to allow it.  

He is proven wrong, however, one day when he’s sitting on his bed, working on a sketch in his journal. Simon is across the room sat at Soap’s desk working on some paperwork.  

From the corner of his eye he sees Elanor slink over, creeping up and onto the mattress. He isn’t paying much attention, not until she lays down right beside him, her side brushing up against his leg. His stomach flips as a thrill runs down his spine. Glancing up at Simon, he sees the other man hasn’t reacted, continuing to scratch away at the papers before him.  

“Elanor?” he whispers to the massive cat, meeting her beautiful golden eyes.  

She blinks up at him, staring at him silently.  

John moves his hand toward her, pausing just before her face to give the feline the chance to move away should she need it. But to his surprise, she leans into his touch, rumbling in obvious delight.  

Simon, meanwhile, whirls around as though he’d been jabbed, gaping at John and then at his own daemon. He looks anxious, but says nothing, only watching how John gently cards his fingers through the cat’s dark fur. The brit shivers, breath catching as Soap’s fingers feather down her back.  

“Sorry,” John laughs, pausing his movements, “is this... is this okay?” 

Simon’s throat bobs in a dry swallow, “yeah, uh, yeah, it’s fine.” His face is brightly flushed, looking everywhere but at John. His shoulders have drooped and he seems to be struggling to remain upright, hands tightly gripping the desk. “You can keep going if you want,” he mumbles.  

Trust Simon to never ask for something he wants, simply allude to it vaguely. Regardless, John starts stroking Elanor’s soft fur, his whole chest filling with pride at the way both man and daemon relax. Gwen cuddles up against Elanor, nosing into the panther’s side, the two daemons quickly passing out together.  

When John finally looks over again at Simon, the man is resting on the desk, peacefully asleep just like his daemon.  

[goodgriefwhatanerd]

I'm thinking about being Marion's cute little human again. I'm also too tired to try being coherent so you get subjected to my vague timeline thoughts.

I'm selling my blood every so often for a bit of extra cash, so when my local pub gets a couple of regulars who drink from very distinctive wine bottles, I know that they're vampires. But they're also really chill? Okay this just isn't my business and I'm staying out of it. Unless. That bloke Marion is paying noticeably more per pint than I get paid for it. Maybe we can both benefit from removing the middle man a couple of times a month.

I go up to them trying to hide my shyness. Have a very awkward conversation with Marion about "being sympathetic to gentlemen like yourself" until I give up and stop trying to be subtle. Marion's frankly relieved I wasn't approaching them for a threeway.

After a few months of this arrangement, Marion starts asking if I can do this or that odd job for him and of course he'll pay me for my time. Possible risk of violent death, but I'd make cute vampire man happy. I agree.

After plastering several walls and weeding the garden on damp days, I see Marion without his guise. He thinks I'm mildly freaked out and trying not to show it. I let him think that because the reality of "oh gods help he's hotter as a monster" is not a better reaction.

A few months later Marion suggests I properly enter his employ. Nothing too strenuous, just setting and lighting fires in the morning, mopping the floors when they're safely out of the way, maybe help Elanore in the kitchen if she'll let you. Oh and it will be nice for young Lidriana to have someone her own age around.

Okay cool, now I live with an exhausted immortal woman, a very angry undead butcher-surgeon, a gay vampire who seems to be playing at being human, and a pretty human lass who's more unhinged and violent than any of the others. What the hell has my life become?

And I get protective. Of course I do. Which means I start fussing. Marion is the only one who puts up with me fussing at him, so before either of us knows it I'm straightening his collar, checking he's suitably attired for rain if there's a single cloud in the sky, and generally being a mother hen.

One morning a lace snaps on his corset. I go to help without thinking. And that's how I switch from odd job man to manservant.

Somewhere amongst lacing Marion's corsets, warming his "wine", commiserating with rough brain days and bad family life, and the odd bit of physical affection, it becomes clear that we're not just playing at these roles of master and servant, but also pretending that there's nothing deeper underneath.

I'm not going to say anything. But if I become more of an emotional support human than a gentleman's personal gentleman, then that's neither here not there.

Marion melts into a long, tight hug after an exhausting day in meetings and has a minor crisis. Rowan's human, he's technically his employee, and he should not have fallen in love with him. But he has. And he panics.

But Rowan's treated him better than any other man ever has. Maybe it's worth taking the plunge. But that would be Taking Advantage and he couldn't live with himself if he did that.

His confession is mostly an apology, partially reassurance that he has no intentions of doing anything, and what do you mean you want me to? Oh god, oh no.

But we're giving it a try. It's very slow and uncertain, navigating through past traumas and present dysphoria, but it's working. Even if it's a short lived thing that never goes beyond chaste kisses and sleepy cuddles, it will have been worthwhile and healing for us both.

It's not going to stay at that though. Not when Marion has taken to sharing my bed on lonely night. Not when he's stopped shying away when our kisses deepen and his jaw starts to split, revealing the inhumanity he despises and I adore.

I've got less than a century of mortal life in me, but I'll gladly spend that full measure waiting for him if needed.