#endless possibilities. i am going MAD

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I HAVE A THOUGHT ☝️☝️ academic rivals who become fwb to “sabotage” the other

[appledotcodotuk]

being left on seen for an entire day after sending something a bit too long has left me entirely normal and not how you say, fucked 🙂

[blackvahana]

Well. Time to head to bed tonight

It's been nice though, creating this place has been a real good exercise in... being myself. because. lmfao. I know how to do things and have been acting like I couldn't possibly know but.... You know

Last thing I did was Something Complex, inverting the hierarchy of creation from the sky down into successively more... fleshy matter down into the place. Lev felt it lmfao

It's fun. It's been.... not just on the tip of my tongue but spoken. It's been a dance of forming mental blueprints and then invoking all that good stuff into them, all Reality and ways of existing, condensing information from Consciousness to Matter, sustaining and coagulating ways of being and reactions to the world. Hard to explain in words, but the dance is of externalising and changing states of that which is conceived inside-outside me, like water becomes ice, the world goes from fluid ideas and blueprints into things that are sustained by their own order and make-up. Lines of logic become the lines the molecules take when freezing.

It's so... Intuitive. I really have done this a thousand times before. It isn't just a matter of knowing the theory, like a potter knows the smoothness and coldness of clay in his sleep I know the various rainbow arrays of substance and... I mean. There's a reason I walked into applied maths class and saw the diagrams of all the forces acting on each other and felt like I'd found something that understood me

I'm still beginning! I'm Just A Baby. It's getting back into creation after so long, the first time this life! I'm sure that there's plenty to critique, in fact I can see in local time that there's still a lot to do with Ananyavarda but... To divert the order of the sky in one movement and feel the world suddenly condense with gravity as if now it wasn't just of a floating realm but of a planet... Uh. While I was recovering from being sliced open and bled to feed the field of daisies and stabbed with swords to feed the place and also create a mountain lmfao I'm still chilling here in bed in the astral. we vibin.

Anyway. I'm like. I can tell the way Lev's looking at me has changed completely. He knew I was going to be a thing he just didn't know what I'd feel like lmfao. That's how I'll put it.

[msmk11]

Marauder's Era HC's- How They React When You Ask Them If They'd Still Love You If You Were a Worm

(This is the most unserious thing I've ever written)

James

When you ask him the question, he is SO confused.

I mean, he has no connection to the muggle world, so he's never seen the trend.

James has endless questions for you: "What is the point of this question?" "Why are you a worm?" "Why am I not a worm?"

You have to beg him to stop asking questions and just answer yes or no.

James, of course, is a sweetheart. So even though he's still very confused, his response is lovely: "Well I reckon I'd love you in any universe in any form, so yes I would still love you, even if you were a worm."

Sirius

Sirius is not even fazed by the question.

He INSTANTLY answers yes.

His lack of hesitation makes you all giggly and happy.

But then, he asks you if you'd still love him if he were a worm.

Obviously, you say yes.

Side note: you two would totally have this conversation in bed before going to sleep because that's when you talk about all the weird shit.

Remus

His immediate response is an exasperated, tired sigh because he's so used to your shenanigans.

The first thing he'd say is, "Well am I a worm too?"

Once you tell him no, that he wouldn't be a worm, his answer to you is no because, "he's not attracted to worms?"

You try and explain to him that he'd still know it was you, you'd just be in worm form.

He doesn't budge on his answer and only replies that, "this seems too complicated for a hypothetical, dove."

Peter

I'm sorry, but he instantly laughs in your face after you ask the question because he thinks you're being goofy.

But when he realizes that you're 100% serious, he sobers up real fast.

"Wait, is that a genuine question?

My guy is SWEATING. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

He slowly drags out his answer to gauge your reaction and figure out the correct response.

"Nnnnnnnno-" (sees your face fall) "Yes! No yeah, yes, I'd totally still love you if you were a worm."

Lily

She's so happy you asked (if not a little mad that you beat her to it.)

I mean she's muggle born, so she's definitely seen the tik tok trend.

Answers with a giggle and happy, "Yes ofc, lovely."

She'd then go off on a little tangent about all the ways she'd treat you like royalty, even as a worm- she'd get the nicest soil, the best little habitat, etc.

Girl is so precious

Marlene

Marlene doesn't hesitate and instantly responds yes.

But honestly, I think she'd be way more interested to know if you'd still love her if she was a worm.

(There's only one right answer.)

I'm also certain that this question and variants of it would become her obsession for the next month.

Like every day she'd ask you the same question but with a new animal: "Would you still love me if I were a frog?" "A penguin?" "A squirrel?"

Dorcas

Babe is too logical to answer this question.

She's instantly coming up with solutions/alternative answers rather than just saying yes or no.

"I wouldn't need to worry about this, because I'd just turn you back into a human."

Starts listing off all the spells or potions she could use to turn you back into a human.

When you try to protest and tell her that that wouldn't be possible, she'd only take it as a challenge.

Would literally come up with her own spell or potion to prove a point if necessary.

Mary

Her answer is yes

Why? Because she "loves worms and loves you. What's not to love?"

I'm pretty sure this question doesn't linger on her mind very long. But worms do.

Within the week she has a pet worm and a whole habitat for it.

Might even name it after you (which is a ?compliment?)

Regulus

Regulus isn't fazed by the question, but that doesn't mean he will give in to your shenanigans.

Immediately responds no.

Despite your pouty lips and frown, he does not budge.

You say, "So you don't really love me unconditionally?"

"Just be glad you're not a worm."

[sharoo]

Thinking about Don Quixote in light of the revelations of Warp Express drives me insane.

Don's colour is Oblivion Yellow. Oblivion signifies both destruction and the state of being completely forgotten. I can't stop thinking how "Rocinante" is written on her shoes in that shade of yellow, the yellow of purging from history and memory.

Vampire Don has been on screen for less that 5 minutes and I already feel so much about her. She's a second generation kindred, meaning she's likely been bitten directly by whatever has caused the Bloodfiend to come into existence. She's the purest blood since Nosferatu.

How old do you guys think she is? How long has she had to live this way, feared and shunned and not fully in control of herself because of the endless hunger?

Don Quixote the book is a satire poking fun at the hero's delusion that his violent, uncontrolled actions could ever be seen as anything but despicable. But there's also the interpretations of Don Quixote as a dreamer who wanted to do good. And I can't help but think about how, in his madness, he truly wished to be noble. And now I'm thinking about both the stances being possibly true.

The impossible dream of becoming a hero because what you actually are is monstrous and hated. The entire fantasy being, perhaps, a desperate effort to redeem yourself in the eyes of the people around you. You want others to look at you and see a hero, you want the press to cover your stories of chivalry. Why?

Because that's way better than being the teeth in the dark, the horror story told to children so that they do not go out at night. You're so old, and you're so tired of living the way you do and so, so hungry against your will.

I am of the opinion Don should have a Big and Will be Bad Wolf E.G.O. for this reason exactly.

And I think her wish will have to do with her state, helping her control it, accept it. And it will require the understanding perhaps only Dante can provide.

[mncxbe]

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

[oneshotnewbie]

r being the youngest hastings sisters and getting injured badly in front of her sister and mom PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT AS ANGSTY AS POSSIBLE

Authors note: I realize that car accidents are pretty much overused these days as far as injuries go, but the only thing that came to mind was poisoning, which didn't fit with your desire for a badly injured reader. Apart from that, reader is one year older than Spencer

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of a serious accident and blood. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

The rain pounded relentlessly against the windshield, turning the world outside into an endless, gloomy mass of darkness and rushing water. The headlights of Veronica Hastings' car cut through the darkness as she pulled her vehicle into position behind you and followed you while you carefully navigated through the darkness of the deserted highway, battling the heavy rain.

The weekend trip had originally been planned as a relaxing break. An opportunity for Veronica, Spencer and you to get a little distance from the city and all the stress. But now, late at night, the drive back felt anything but relaxing. The clouds were heavy and low, and the incessant lightning flashes kept making the sky glow eerily.

Spencer sat in the passenger seat and stared at the red taillights of your vehicle, which was driving along the road a few meters ahead of them. Veronica gripped the steering wheel tightly and kept glancing anxiously into the distance where she saw the back of your car. "We're almost home," she said, her voice calm but with a hint of tension.

"I can't wait," Spencer answered, her eyes alertly on the red glow of your brake lights. She saw you driving with concentration and caution - as always. "The rain makes driving so nerve-wracking."

"I know, honey," Veronica assured her calmly, her voice soft but focused as she gave her a quick sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Just a few more miles and we'll be home."

Then, without warning, bright headlights flared up behind them, blazing so close that they bathed the interior of the car in a blinding light. Spencer turned abruptly in her seat, and saw the large, black SUV coming at them at breakneck speed. It seemed to take up the entire road, and the eerily aggressive sound of the engine cut through the rain.

"What the hell-" Spencer began, but the car was already speeding past them as if propelled by an invisible force. The water splashed across their windshield, leaving them momentarily driving blind. Veronica straightened, her eyes wide with incomprehension.

"Damn, what a mad-" but before she could finish her thought, she and Spencer watched as the SUV pulled dangerously to the right, then there was a violent jolt. The scene played out before their eyes as if someone had slowed down time. Spencer's heart skipped a beat and an ice-cold shiver ran down her spine. She looked at her mother as the SUV rammed the side of your car with full force. The impact was so violent that your car immediately skidded.

"Oh my God!" Spencer screamed, her voice a single, desperate cry as reflexively grabbed the dashboard, watched in shock as you tried to counter-steer the car and even managed to regain control for a moment.

Veronica, her eyes now wide, slammed on the brakes and held the steering wheel with all her strength. Their car skidded across the wet road as they watched in shock. The SUV slammed into your side once more, this time with such force that your car spun, left the lane, and drove into the guardrail that usually separated both lanes.

Your car flipped in the air once, twice, each time with a deafening metallic screech that echoed through the night's thunder. Each impact, each rollover, seemed to stretch time and accelerate it at the same time before you came to a stop on your roof in the oncoming lane. The front of the vehicle was crushed, and the airbag hung out of the shattered driver's side window like a limp white flag of surrender. It was barely recognizable.

It was a surreal moment - the darkness of the night, and the crash of each car part breaking off. Spencer felt her stomach clench as she saw the twisted shape of her your car.

Your mother held her breath and felt an ice-cold shiver run through her body. "Oh my God, no..." she whispered, her voice barely more than a strangled sound. Her heart was racing, her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and for a moment she didn't know what to do as her car came to a stop. It was as if everything had frozen - the sound of the rain, the smoke rising from the hood, the terrible silence that remained after the impact. She couldn't believe what had just happened before her eyes: her eldest daughter, who had just been driving safely ahead of them, was now probably unconscious and possibly seriously injured in a deformed wreck.

Spencer felt horror spreading like a cold mist in her head. Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to rip out of her chest. "Y/n!" she screamed desperately, her voice a pure, trembling scream of terror. She ripped open the passenger door as soon as her mother's car had come to a stop and sprinted into the rain. She had a burning need to reach you.

She hurried through the pouring rain toward the destroyed car that lay in a cloud of smoke in front of her. The rain slapped her face like cold needles, and the headlights of her mother's car cast ghostly light on the wreckage of the accident. The sound of the crunching glass shards under her boots and the constant patter of the rain mixed into an oppressive roar. With every step across the wet asphalt, she felt the urgency growing. Spencer could hear the blood rushing in her ears, and the panic continued to rise within her.

Veronica stared at the scene in front of her, her hands still firmly on the steering wheel. "This can't be true," she whispered, her voice shaky, and she could barely breathe. Her mind refused to process the image - the horrible image that she would never forget.

It took a moment for her to break out of her trance, unbuckling her seatbelt with shaking hands and following Spencer into the rain. "Spencer, be careful! It could be dangerous!" she called, but her voice was choked by the tears that were gathering in her eyes. Everything in her screamed to protect you, to take you in her arms and make everything right again - but in front of her there was only the destroyed wreck and the terrible realization that there was nothing she could do to undo what had happened.

But Spencer did not respond to her mother's call. She felt the adrenaline flooding through her body and she felt an urgent need to rescue you alive while the SUV, that had caused the accident, had already disappeared again, as if it had never existed.

As they got closer, Veronica was the first to notice the extent of the damage in all its horror. The driver's door was dented, the metal bent as if a giant fist had crushed the car. Both could clearly smell the gasoline and smoke, an ominous smell that mixed with the metallic scent of blood. The gasoline dripped involuntarily from the broken tank. "The car could explode!" Veronica warned again, but her voice was so foreign, so full of panic, and she knew that her words had no effect. She herself felt like she was in a nightmare from which she could not wake up.

"We can't just leave her here! We have to get her out before it happens, mom!" Spencer knelt next to the driver's window and peered in. "Y/n! Can you hear me?" Her voice was choked with tears and she knocked on the broken window frame, but there was no answer from you.

Veronica didn't hesitate for a moment and knelt down next to you both, both hands outstretched. The sight that awaited her almost took her breath away: you were hanging motionless upside down in the seat, your head leaning limply to the side, and the light from the headlights fell on your blood-stained hair and face. Veronica could see blood streaking your temples, cheeks and neck, while your breathing was barely noticeable. She could hardly recognize you anymore. "She's unconscious!" she cried out desperately and tried to open the door. She shook it, but it didn't move a millimeter.

Together they pulled at the jammed door until it finally gave way and they got it open. A gust of smoke hit them, and Spencer coughed as she immediately set about freeing you from the seat. Her hands were cut by the shards of glass, and her breathing was in gasps, but she didn't feel the pain. Even though every breath felt like a stab to her heart, she would never leave you behind.

"Y/n, please.." Spencer begged, her voice choked with fear. She gave in as her mother gently pushed her aside and moved to free you. So without hesitation, Spencer reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone, her shaking fingers on the screen as she dialed 911. "Come on, come on.." she whispered, her hands slick with blood and rain. She struggled to hold the device steady enough to type in the right number. The connection was established, and she waited, her heart racing as her hand reached for yours.

Veronica leaned deeper into the wrecked car, the smoke and metallic smell of blood and gasoline now stinging her nose even more. "Y/n, my love. Can you hear me? Please, wake up. We're here. I'm here, sweetheart.." Her voice broke off as she tried to pull you out of the seat, but the belt had wrapped itself tightly around your body and wouldn't come off. Her hands slid over the blood-stained fabric of your shirt as she tried to loosen the belt, but her own fingers were shaking so much that it seemed impossible. "Please, wake up.." she whispered, tears mixing with the rain running down her face.

Spencer was now speaking frantically into the phone, her voice anxious and fluttering. "My sister had an accident. She is unconscious and seriously injured, please send an ambulance and the fire department immediately! The car is upside down and gasoline is leaking!" she screamed into the line. "We're on the highway toward Rosewood," she hesitated, trying to remember a precise description, but her eyes were glued to you, and the world around her seemed to blur. She felt desperation gripping her like an icy grip. The operator on the other end spoke soothingly to her, promising to send help, but the minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly as the rain pounded harder and harder against them.

Veronica desperately tried to pull on the belt, trying to free you from the vehicle. She felt your cold skin beneath her fingertips, felt her own trembling and the weight of fear settling on her chest. "Come on, come on, baby... stay with us," she pleaded, trying to pull the belt through with all her strength, ignoring her own exhaustion. It was as if time was passing at an agonizing slowness.

Suddenly Spencer's phone vibrated in her hand and for a moment she was confused. Who could be writing to her at this moment? But when she read the message, her blood froze in her veins. The words glowed at her: "See what happens if you're not careful? This time it was just a warning."

Her fingers froze and for a moment everything around her was silent. Everything disappeared in that terrible, icy moment as the reality of the message sank into her consciousness. "A." Spencer felt the ground beneath her knees threatening to give way, despair mixing with a terrible feeling of helplessness. This was no accident. "A" had struck again and this time he was directly after you.

"Spencer, what's wrong?" Veronica called without looking up as she continued to struggle to unbuckle the belt and free you. Spencer blinked, shook herself out of her trance and put the phone away. "It's... it's nothing," she lied with a trembling voice, her hands reaching for the belt, struggling with the metal clip that had bent and was holding you in the seat.

"Spencer, I need your help now, we have to get her out of there," your mother said with determination. She sounded so motherly, so protective, that it almost broke Spencer's heart. She looked into the eyes of her mother, who knew nothing about "A," who just wanted to save her daughter at that moment.

Spencer fought to stay calm, her eyes burning with tears. "I'm here Mom, what should I do?" she continued shortly after, waiting for further instructions from her mother. "I'm going to get her out of there now. You have to support her head as soon as I move her, okay?"

Together they finally managed to unbuckle the belt. They both carefully pulled you out of the wrecked car, their movements slow and controlled so as not to cause any further injuries. Spencer felt more warm blood on her hands as she pulled you out of the wreckage. "We'll get through this, we'll get through this," she whispered, both to herself and to Veronica.

The cold of the rain crept through both of their clothes, but that didn't matter. All Veronica felt was the paralyzing fear for her child. "Stay with us, baby..." she whispered to you as she held back more tears of despair and laid you gently on the wet asphalt, her hands still shaking, and she stroked your hair, which was soaked by the rain and matted with blood, tensely. "Spencer, she looks so bad."

"She's still breathing, Mom. That's a good sign," she said carefully, examining your limp and heavy body. Your face was pale and blood dripped from a deep wound on the back of your head and forehead. Your breathing became shallower with every second.

"You are strong, honey, we are here... we won't leave you alone," your mother said as her tears melted into the rain.

Spencer heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance in the distance, but the words of the message echoed in her head. She could hardly breathe as the realization slowly cut through her chest like a sharp pain. "A" had put you in this situation and now you were lying on her lap, bleeding.

Spencer looked at her mother, who was waiting for the emergency services to arrive with panic in her eyes, completely unaware that this was all no accident. "Mom..." Spencer said, her voice shaking, and she looked at her mother. But Veronica knew nothing about "A" and the dark power that was descending upon her family.

Spencer felt the chill of realization run through her body and Veronica saw the look on her face and knew something was wrong, but she couldn't form the words. All she could do was hold her older daughter's hand and pray that the ambulance would arrive in time.

Spencer felt weak and lost like never before. The uncertainty of whether you would survive never left her. She knew this was just the beginning of a new nightmare. "A" continued to play with them, and her sister was paying the price.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O and skeleton are secretly dating but haven't told Skeleton's brother yet. Until one day, S/O comes to Skeleton's house and says that they forgot their underwear and give them to him, right in front of his brother. Reaction of their brother?

Undertale Sans - He does the dramatic slow turn towards Papyrus, completely in shock. You're dating someone and you don't even tell your big brother? Oh shame on you. Shame on your cow. You're getting a hundred years of teasing as a punishment. Papyrus refuses to meet his eyes. He KNOWS what will happen the second he will.

Undertale Papyrus - Today is Papyrus' day. Well, every day is Papyrus day but this particular day is the day of his absolute triumph over the tyranny of Sans' terrible jokes and puns as the universe had finally given him the power to retaliate by making Sans blush to hell with a single stare. He is going to abuse that power and flush Sans for weeks, not leaving him one second of peace anymore. Papyrus knows and he wants Sans to know he knows by any means possible.

Underswap Sans - He's in shock, he thinks. He suspected his brother was in love because Honey was not exactly hiding it, but this? This is a thing no big brother wants to know. Honey is devastated and won't stop apologizing but Blue is frozen. He thinks he hasn't blinked in the last hour, just staring at his brother in disbelief. What.

Underswap Papyrus - He's not that shocked actually. Blue is a charmer and he had a few partners already, some weirder than others. He just assumes it's another weird one lol. No big deal. He still tells his brother he will make sure he doesn't lose his underwear again by writing his name on them just to see Blue brutally flush. Little revenge, you know.

Underfell Sans - Red stares in disbelief, as his brother smooches his human. That's absolutely disgusting. He can't stop staring at the bag with the underwear. Disgusting, really. He has to snap his attention back at his brother as he starts to chuckle. Red gives him a dark stare. "WHAT IS IT BROTHER? JEALOUS MY BIG BONE IS MORE EFFICIENT THAN YOURS? DON'T BE, YOU'LL BE AS TALENTED AS I AM. ... EVENTUALLY." Red gasps, offended. Now he's not disgusted, he's mad!

Underfell Papyrus - He opens the door and screams "FINALLY MY BROTHER IS NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE" before Red jumps on his back and starts to beat him up to make him shut up. Edge can't stop laughing hysterically at his misery, not feeling remorse for even one second. That's revenge for his endless teasing the first time he dated someone.

Horrortale Sans - .... He closes his eyes and begs his brain to forget what he just witnessed. Ironically, that's one of the few things he can't unsee. Like, never. Every time he sees his brother, he sees his underwear. This is a nightmare. Why does the universe hate him so much? Willow is wondering why his brother is looking at him in complete silence like a rabbit stuck in the lights of a car. It's going to happen a lot in the next few days.

Horrortale Papyrus - He says nothing when it happens, but is quick to escape the house. He runs to Toriel's house and tells her everything lol. He needs someone to fangirl with and Toriel has always been good for that. When Oak and his human get out of the house, he can only stare, confused, as Willow and Toriel are more or less hiding behind the bushes despite being ridiculously tall, spying on him.

Swapfell Sans - He rolls his eyes at Rus, annoyed. It's not the first time it has happened and it certainly won't be the last. He has pity for this new human who will have their heart broken eventually like the twenty or so before.

Swapfell Papyrus - Rus chokes on what he was drinking, then slowly turns to his brother, who is bright purple. Nox is very secretive about his relationships and he for sure didn't expect that to occur. Rus is never letting him hear the end of this after that accident. Nox knows his peace is over forever.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He lost his inferior jaw, quite literally. Coffee is embarrassed, but actually not that shy anymore. WHAT?! What the hell happened? He has the best spying tools on the continent and he didn't see his brother was in a relationship. How blind he is? He's questioning all his skills right now. Also what the hell, his brother is in a relationship! That's terrible!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee says nothing, trying to not let the thoughts win. But they won anyway and he suddenly screams "wait, does that mean you didn't wear underwear when you got home? how did you not notice????" before blushing furiously when Wine looks his way and teleporting out of panic into his room to hide in his wardrobe in shame lol.

[sitp-recs]

liv hi!!!! so. my mfl is 20 pages currently. that’s like. 400 fics. and most of them are from your recs! but i shan’t stop i am filled with endless drarry greed and i’ve come to ask you for more 🤲

since it’s summer, i’ve been really craving stories set by the seaside! tbh any body of water will do, lakes/oceans/waterfalls/muddy puddles in concrete?? let’s say water-centric!

if you or your followers have any recs for me i’d be sooo delighted ☀️🌊 sending love & my eternal thanks

Hi anon! Omg sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate and I love that you’re looking for even more reads 😂 I miss the good old days, now I’m in the eternal “so much to read, so little time” loop :(

thank you for the great ask, I hope you enjoy these fics!

Beautiful Madness by @phdmama (E, 3k)

When Harry joins Draco and his friends on vacation in Grenada, fresh off of a year in America, he's a changed man, and Draco doesn't quite know how to react. React appropriately, that is.

On The Shore by @skeptiquewrites (T, 3k)

Draco takes up wild swimming. Harry joins him.

Sun Stroke by @peachpety (E, 4k)

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.

Sun, Sand and Sambuca by JulietsEmoPhase (E, 6k)

Holiday romance where Harry and Draco are best men for their respective stag dos, but still want to find time to sneak a moment for themselves. Muggle AU Drarry.

But no Man moved Me – till the Tide by @aibidil (E, 7k)

Harry bursts into Draco's office one morning and drags him away for an impromptu beach holiday. Draco knows something's happened, and wonders if Harry will open up to him. Featuring a Muggle bed and breakfast, wizards at the beach, Draco's house-elf who loves Harry, Muggle paperbacks, and the scary and exhilarating feeling of complete freedom and possibility.

Saltwater Stain by @the-starryknight (M, 9k)

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

Maelstrom, the water told me by onbeinganangel (E, 11k)

Maelstrom (noun, /ˈmeɪl.strɒm/, from the Dutch maalstroom): 1. a large powerful whirlpool 2. a turbulent tidal current 3. an agitated and/or confusing situation or state of mind 4. a magical core disturbance occurring on an adult, not directly caused by trauma

the way you make me glow by softlystarstruck (M, 11k)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

The Isle of Ogygia by @citrusses (E, 13k)

There is an island, far out in the sea.

Take My Hand by daisymondays (E, 13k)

Draco has long resigned himself to pining after Harry... that is until an invite on the annual Ministry holiday gives him a chance to change everything.

what the body wants is coolness by lastontheboat (T, 13k)

Draco and Harry have been seeing each other for months, and Harry decides the best way to tell their friends is to bring Draco to a group beach outing. Draco's given up enumerating all the ways this plan could go wrong.

The Oceans They Did Rise by disapparater (M, 18k)

Finding post-war life more difficult than he'd imagined, Harry travels halfway around the world to find some peace. He also finds Malfoy, art, adventure, the ocean, and himself. (Not necessarily in that order.)

The Isle of Discussion by @shealwaysreads (E, 22k)

Harry and Draco arrive at the shores of Loch Leven to record the magical history of the land. They’re friends now, but up there in the Highlands, amidst the trees and sky and that wild expanse of water their own past is more present than ever; a gap they still can’t bridge. Magic illuminates the truth, but it is Harry and Draco who have to speak it. Happily, it turns out that honesty is, in fact, the best policy.

What Shall Not Be Unearthed by @iero0 (E, 49k)

At the northernmost point of Shetland, surrounded by pointed cliffs, towers the Ootsta Lighthouse on a small isle in the middle of the open sea. Little does Harry know that he's not the only new lighthouse keeper. Draco Malfoy is as obnoxious as he always was, with his posh tone of voice and his luxury yacht jumpers. Harry tries his best to avoid the git—who knows what he's up to anyway?

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Naked by @bixgirl1 (E, 57k)

Harry and Draco are sent on an undercover assignment to catch a Dark wizard — which might not be so bad if it weren't at a Muggle nudist resort.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

[copperbadge]

What do you mean by digital cleaning?

It's something I've been working on more this year because I had a bit more travel than usual so couldn't do actual home cleaning, but I always take a couple of days in the Month Of Cleaning where I'm focused on my digital life. It's good to make your physical home a comfortable place for yourself, but it's also good to recognize that we have "digital" homes that need attention. And often this is at least less physically demanding, so it's good to keep it in your back pocket for days when you're mentally okay but physically too tired or sore to do more of that kind of work.

In the shortest possible terms, digital cleaning is just making sure that your phone, computer, socials, and other digital "presences" are organized in a way that you find helpful, and that you take a moment to either answer those messages you've been putting off or give yourself amnesty on doing so.

This tends to make a lot of people extremely anxious in a way ordinary physical space cleaning doesn't, so I'm going to put the rest of it behind a cut...

So when I say digital cleaning, I refer to stuff like going through my likes on Tumblr and clearing them out, going through my drafts and turning them into queued posts, answering my asks. I spend time in my email inboxes, either responding to messages or removing them. I am not an "inbox zero" kind of guy, but I like to keep the read-but-not-answered messages to a minimum, and towards the end of the year that usually means a clear-out and amnesty. I clean my Google Drive -- delete old files I uploaded for others, move documents I'm no longer using into an archive, move documents I want to work on into a central work folder. I go through my catch-all folder on my hard drive and organize it; I sort through the year's photos and organize those, partly to archive them and partly because I make a scrapbook from them each year. I don't usually have a ton of tabs open but often have more than I'd like, so I go through them all and either read, bookmark, or get rid of them.

I look in my phone's file tree to make sure I delete files I don't need (mostly menu downloads, Restaurants Stop Making Your Menus PDFs Challenge 2K24) and I sometimes go through each app on my phone, make sure I still use it, and make sure it's set how I want it. If this sounds like a nightmare, bear in mind that I very rarely put apps on my phone to start with -- I think my mother has more apps open at any given time than I have apps on my phone ever.

Everywhere I clean, I look for files named things like "notes" or "deal with" or "random" and move them all into one place so that whatever is in them, I can sort through it and make sure it goes somewhere permanent. Logins go in the login/password spreadsheet I keep, addresses go into my contacts, story notes go into a "fiction scraps" file, random thoughts either get moved into a journal file or put into drafts to become Tumblr posts, etc.

If this sounds like I might have some kind of compulsion disorder, I get that; when I explain my digital hygiene systems a lot of people look at me like I'm spouting a mad but harmless conspiracy theory. But it's something I used to have to do periodically even before I created National Clean Your Home Month, because otherwise I could never find anything, and everything was just...harder. As I once told a boss who admired my organizational skills, "It was this or endless chaos."

Putting addresses into my contacts list means I always know that the addresses I have for my friends are up to date. Putting logins into a spreadsheet means that five minutes spent now will not result in five weeks of procrastination later because I can't find the login and can't do anything else until I do that. Going through my email and archiving old conversations means not only can I find them easily when needed, I don't have to look at them the rest of the time. Sometimes I even go through my various wish lists and remove old/purchased items, or clear out all my "save for later" carts.

There's no doubt this is stressful, but like every part of NaClYoHo, it's broken down into smaller tasks; I don't have to look at my computer and organize everything on it all in one day. I can answer a few asks, then sort photos (something I find very soothing up until the moment I Don't), then read and delete some emails, then I'm done for the day. I can spread "answer or file all your work emails" out over a couple of days. I can maybe empty out my Likes but just turn the ones I actually want to reblog into drafts for now and deal with them later in the "drafts" phase of cleaning. And if I don't manage to empty out my inboxes, at least they're emptier than they were.

I'm struggling this morning with having put a bunch of physical cleaning on the to-do list but not feeling physically up for it, so I did what I felt capable of doing (measuring cabinets for new shelf liners mainly) and later today I might sit down and start building this year's photobook. Or not -- I have to code Radio Free Monday, sort out a prescription and possibly go pick it up, plus a very full day of work and a couple of afternoon appointments I can't shirk, so today may simply be a "get through the day" kind of day. That's okay too; some days the spirit is willing but the schedule is full.

[ox1-lovesick]

hi love I HAVE A RQQQ- TXT OR ENHA WITH A SICK S/O PLEASE!! i have a killer cold and the worst dizzy spells ever nd i would love some comfort 😞😞 thank u sm

★ ✯ ☆ TXT WITH A SICK!S/O

★ pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff, comfort warnings. mentions of food wc. 100-300 each

✯ synopsis. txt with a sick s/o!!

☆ a/n. firstly i am so sorry this took 4 months 💀 writers block is the bane of my existence. i do hope this manages to bring you some comfort though :( please do take care of yourself and get well soon! (even though you are most likely not sick anymore 😭) also how ironic is it that i'm currently sick... :')

YEONJUN | 연준

by your side 100% of the time you cannot get rid of him.

he's over your bed when you wake up in the morning, waiting outside the bathroom door for you, laying right next to while you're sleeping. everywhere you are, so is yeonjun

will bend over backwards to get you anything you need

water? medicine? soup? more blankets? less blankets? he's on it before you can even ask

cooks for you !!! tries to make your food as interesting as possible so you won't get bored, without adding things that will make you feel worse or aren't good for you

you're bedridden. don't even try to fight him

he won't let you lift a finger, he wants you to get as much rest as possible so you can get better as quickly as possible

infact don't even speak, he'll learn morse code so you can just beep him whenever you need

if his schedule allows he'll stay home with you and be by your side every second of the day, if not he's texting you every free moment he has to make sure you're okay

would definitely call in sick if you were feeling particularly tired and need his care that day

has multiple reminders to make sure you're taking your medicine on time, will scold you if you're even a second late

he'll never tell you but he secretly enjoys you being sick . . .

he love love loves to take care of you, especially when you call on him to do things for you it makes him all giddy knowing you need him (he's not a creep i swear)

he's ontop of you so much he probably catches whatever you have

atleast you're sick together

SOOBIN | 수빈

hates to see you sick

1. because it's gross 2. because he hates seeing you in pain but mainly because it's gross

you're not staying in his bed i'm sorry he's gonna come over to your house to take care of you during the day and go home to his snot free blankets at night

gets your medicine mixed up all the time and complains it's the doctor's fault for prescribing ones that look so similar

low-key takes advantage of this situation so he can skip work and spend some quality time with you LMAOOO

"sorry guys yn's still dying i can't come to work today"

at first it's fun because you just have your average head cold so he doesn't worry too much

but then it starts getting worse and he comes home to you falling over yourself in the kitchen because of your dizzy spells and nearly has a stroke

panik

he starts stressing like a mad man after that

probably gets himself sick just with how stressed out he is it's a problem

definitely calls his mom for help he doesn't know what to do

updates her on every little thing you do

"mom they just took a really deep breath does that mean something"

buys the entire pharmacy

wants to kick himself for not taking it seriously when you first got sick he feels so guilty 😭

although you did enjoy his company and the endless marvel marathons so all is well

will not leave you alone. you have to shit with the door open.

will do everything for you even if you're perfectly capable of doing it yourself

from brushing your hair to fluffing your pillows he's gonna do it all

he'll even clean for you, that's his ultimate declaration of love

in the end he didn't really do much to nurse you back to health but A for effort

BEOMGYU | 범규

i know practically everyone in moaville would say he'd tease the shit out of you but in my head he'd be the most worried for you

googles every single one of your symptoms and then cries himself to sleep because myonlineclinic.com told him you have cholera and 6 days to live

the only reason he'd tease you is to mask his worry

he'd watch you go through 60 boxes of tissues and be like "omg my snotty baby" but on the inside he's freaking out 😭

your pain is his pain, the way you feel affects him and his mood drastically

he's irritable when you are, he's tired when you are, your appetites probably sync too

puts a curse on whoever spread their nasty germs to you with ginger roots and vinegar

i think he'd also be the most sympathetic since he gets sick a lot more often than the others

so gentle and understanding compared to his usual self it's a little scary 😭

surprisingly good at negotiation like you're being stubborn because you don't want to take your medicine and he's like "if you drink the cough syrup i'll let you listen to the demos for our next comeback" and before you know it you've sold your childhood home to him for 3/4 of the initial price

will whip out his guitar and sing for you in a heartbeat if you ask him too

obviously tries to crack jokes and make you smile so you don't feel too miserable, he feels so accomplished even if you just scoff at him 🙁

gets back to his usual annoying self once you're better though

TAEHYUN | 태현

ironically, he doesn't know what to do

he rarely gets sick and when he does it passes in a day or two, so when you've been coughing like you have bronchitis for the past week he feels so lost

his first instinct is to take you to the doctor to figure out what's wrong but gets into a fight with doctor for charging him 19382928 won just to press his hand to your forehead and tell him you have a head cold (terry is against this capitalist society)

also buys the entire pharmacy

changes your entire lifestyle to the maximum efficiency so you get better as quickly as possible and makes sure you stick to it

strict like a prison warden, sometimes you wonder if he actually loves you

which he obviously does, but it's hard to believe so when he avoids any unnecessary contact with you as if you have the plague

takes you outside every once in a while to get some fresh air, he feels stuffy just watching you sit around

it also keeps you active 💪

he's always pestering you to wash your hands

will not let you touch him otherwise

makes sure he keeps your space clean, always has tissues and anything else you might need within your reach

at your aid 24/7

you take up a colossal space in his heart he's so soft for you

flying to your side before you even say anything

you don't even have to tbh he can read your mind

"how'd you know i wanted water?" "you looked thirsty"

if he notices you're feeling extra miserable he'll sing for you to cheer you up

swallows his pride because he's down bad and pulls out his best southern accent when you ask him to sing country music

he will be teased for the next millenia but it was worth it for you

he's like an overbearing mother but you get better the fastest when he's taking care of you

HUENINGKAI | 휴닝카이

another mama's boy

probably calls his sisters too

hiyyih would tell him to soak your pills in vegetable oil as a joke but he'll actually do it because he's just that hopeless

he's unable to think straight he just wants to do everything in his power to make you feel better 😭

although he gets the hang of it pretty quickly, he's a fast learner and genuinely enjoys taking care of you

always praising you !!

"wow yn!! i can't believe you ate all your soup!!! you're so cool!!!"

tries to distract you by showing you his entire collection of pokemon cards

probably lies and tells you they're all super rare and he's the only one in the world who has them

does his best not to cause you any stress, he just wants you to focus on resting

the things this man does because he loves you istg

he cleans the entire dorm because it's a breeding ground for bacteria and he doesn't want anything making you more sick

the guys come home to the house spotless they're just like 🤯🤯🤯🤯

taehyun asks you to get sick more often if it means he doesn't have to fight his way through the ironing board and bike to get to the sink

he even lets you play on his DS he's down bad

side rant: i feel like kai is secretly a neat freak, he abhors the sight of filth but is just too lazy to do anything about it so he forces himself to deal with it 💀

anyway he's such a sweetheart :( does his best to keep the mood up even if you're feeling miserable because your nose is so filled with so much snot that you can't breathe

his positive energy definitely rubs off on you!!!

he actually does a good job taking care of you, he's a bit stressed at first but you're back to good health in no time !!!

© OX1-LOVESICK ── all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, alter, or repost my work without my explicit permission.

[autumnvine]

Autumn Nights

Summary: Cosy diner, torrential rain and a loving boyfriend who's always there to take care of you.

Autumn was alsways your favourite season, wathcing as the leaves changed from the crisp green to a beautiful autumn glow. Sitting by the window in the smal but cosy run down diner, warm tea acompanying the book in hand. It felt surreal, as if the world around you was non existant just focusing your attention to the words on each page, picturing it unfold in your mind. The feeling of almost being teleported through time and space to a far off venture, where cottages and villages were all the age, no ipods, or mobile devices, log fires to cook your freshly caught dinner. Imagining a simpler time where noone ordered in for dinner or shoved a frozen pizza found in the back of the freezer that had long been forgoton about in the oven, where everything had its place, all homemade, no next day deliveries of the mass produced crap that noone needed and bought anyway.

A time where you didn't have to live for work, compleating endless tasks to the deadline, working the overtime to cover a shift, life was just simpler then.  Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, page by page you read, not once looking up to your surroundings, not watching the people leave from behind you, completely forgetting the concept of time, you read. Your tea once fresh now an empty cold cup on the mat infront of you, not noticing when it had been taken away.

Daydreaming of the endless possibilities that unfolded through each turn, not noticing the diner was completely empty, the capachino machiene turned off for cleaning or the lights above the other tables turned off.

"Forgive me" a soft spoken gently older lady said stood beside you. Looking up in almost a trance

"It's seven fifteen we close at seven, I didn't want to disturb you, you seamed so happy, but you really need to go now"

Apologizing you quickly gathered your belongings, fumbling with your book, keys, phone and handbag you ran out the door, you'd forgotten all about the time and didn't once check your phone, three messages and a missed call, cursing yourself for having the device on silent,

6.10 "I'm just about to finish work, see you soon I love you"

6.30  "Just finished, I miss you be home soon"

6.45 missed call

7    "Y/n are you okay? Call me I love you"

You knew your boyfriend was suppost to be finishing work around ten, giving you plenty of time to be home with your dinner ready, he wasn't bothered if dinner was ready and certanly never got mad if it wasn't, but it was just your way of taking care of your love after a long, difficult, stressful day at work. Calling him as you waited for the bus he answered almost instantly

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see my phone I got caught up reading at the diner and-" rambling on, Tom cut you off mid sentence

"Darling it's alright, don't worry, you need not explain yourself especially to me. I was just concerned as i hand't heard from you, please do not rush home, enjoy your reading, I'm glad your having a nice time." Tom was always to kind to you, taking care and supporting you.

"I am just coming, I'm just waiting on the bus and I'll be home shortly"

"You didn't leave on my account did you?" Tom asked

"No, no, no I had to I lost track of time and thre diner closed I had to leave and I was late, the lady asked me to go, I'm sorry."

"Darling I'll come pick you up it's pouring with rain and getting dark where are you?" Trying to protest about getting picked up you didn't want him comming in the rain to get you, explainig the bus is only fifteen minutes away from where you are.

"Darling I'm coming this isn't up for discussion, you must be frozen standing there, fifteen minuites is a while away from you, if it even comes on time, plus the drive home, please Y/n where are you?"

"Thank you, I really am sorry, I'm on the corner of sixth street by Java Journey cafe and bookstore"

He insisted you stay on the phone to him as he drove, the rain getting heavier, your hair clung to your face, standing shivering waiting for your boyfriend to come save you. not long after you clocked the grey BMW driving towards you, slowing down and pulling in for you.

His hair and coat soaked from running to the car, his jeans a slightly darker blue "I'm sorry, thank you for picking me up, I'm sorry your soaked Tom you should have stayed dry and warm at home"

"I'm alright, it is you who apprears to be soaked right through." resting his hand on yours holding onto the gear stick "Darling you are frozen, I'll draw you a bath as soon as were home, your going to get sick. Try take your coat off and your jumper if it's wet." Sitting in your t-shirt, knuckles a faint tinge of blue, rolling into the car park was a sight most welcomed, you just wanted to be warm and dry, safe in your home. Opening your door

"Wait, close the door please stay here for a moment" Tom asked before leaving the car first, he opened the boot and took something, opening your door, handing you a dry jumper, "put this on" he took of his coat and tried to sheild you with it from the rain as you got out the car wearing your favourite jumper, well... his jumper. Thanking him you ran the flight of stairs to your front door and down the path together.

Opening the front door he let you in first, immediately feeling the rush of heat and a delightful smell like no other.

Tom helped you hang your handbang, and coat, placing your trainers under the heater, he stood there smiling at you as you carried your book to the coffee table with your phone, noticing each drip of water run from your hair to the floor, holding the blanket from the back of the sofa wrapping it around you, his arms holding you close to him. "Leave that for now, come, we need to warm you."

"This is nice, right  here, right now, this works"

"Get your wet little butt upstairs I'll be up shortly." kissing your forhead you went up, taking off yor trousers that had nearly stuck to you.

Moments later you could hear little feet running around, up and down the stairs, back and forth to what sounded like the kitchen, "Y/n may I come in?" he asked gently knocking on the bedroom door,

"Come with me" the same blanket covering you, walking into the bathroom to find a bubble bath with candles, tea, your body scrub and moisturizer, some hair and face masks laid out on the toilet lid, of course your book on the bath board "Tom this is amazing, thank you, I don't deserve this, you didn't have to do this for me."

"You deserve the world my love, there's dinner ready for you down in the kitchen I made some potato and leek soup. Once your ready for it give me a shout and I'll bring it to you.Relax and take some time for yourself let me take care of you. Now climb in the bath your freezing." Kissing him and thanking him again Tom closed the door behind him.

It must have been well over an hour topping up the warm water, relaxing with your book, your body clean and finally warm, knuckles a soft shade of pink a much better upgrade from before. Tom had left you to relax for as long as you wanted, he too sat reading one of his many books from his collction. You could feel the happiness almost erupting from within you, thinking of how Tom doted on you, he really adores you, how good to you he is and how lovely a couple you make. Setting your book on the bathroom floor, layinng your back against the edge of the tub enjoying the feeling of the warm water gently washing over you, your eyes growing more tired, becoming harder to keep them open, just one second wouldn't hurt if you closed them, just to rest for a short moment. Nearing on two hours of being in the bath Tom came up to check on you, gently knocking and softly calling your name before entering, looking around the room, your tea empty, book on the floor body scrub not where he had left it before noticing you laying in the bath a gentle smile on your lips, head against the small pink bath pillow listening to the delicate sounds of your breathing. Placing his arms under your legs and your back lifting you out the water, the cold air made you shiver a little in his arms "Tom" you mumbled half asleep

"Shh I've got you, it's alright, I've got you." whispering gently kissing your forhead. Carrying you through to the bedroom

placing you on the bed, drying you off a little with a fresh towel, exhaustion was taking over you completely you barely flinched as he helped you put on one of his shirts, draping the duvet and cosy blanket over you, kissing your forhead, "Goodnight my love, sleep well"

"Tom, sleep with me?" barely whispering back

"Of course" climbing into bed beside you once again taking you in his arms whispering "I've got you" as he felt you shifting toward his chest getting comfy. "Sweet dreams"

[yanderes-galore]

Man I’m excited for requesting a character of my hyperfixation again

Gonna request a Yandere Mista concept considering that he’d be dangerous in terms of ability despite being laidback most of the time ~~(also because I simp for him, along with requesting very early knowing how fast the request box would be filled by the second it reaches to 5:00 pm)~~

I am an avid Mista fan

Yandere! Guido Mista Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Threats, Manipulation, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Jealousy, Blood, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Isolation, Bullet to the leg, Murder implied, Mentioned torture in a few lines, Forced companionship/relationship.

I will admit that out of all the Part 5 characters, Mista is one of the tamest... if you don't look any deeper.

He's very easy-going and relaxed, he appears carefree and just wants to enjoy life's pleasures.

However... you are correct when you say Mista is terrifying due to ability.

He's casual when it comes to violent acts (threats, torture, literal murder).

That's towards those he deems as enemies though.

He's very casual and friendly with his obsession.

He's a confident and good person at heart.

Although, I imagine he'd actually be a bit nervous to speak with his obsession if romantic.

Essentially, Mista is a terrifying to everyone but those close to him.

With his obsession he's sweet and attentive.

To those who try to take his obsession away... he's cold, cruel, and ruthless.

He's straightforward towards most.

If anyone upset his obsession or tried to separate you from him, he'll let them know what they did wrong.

Mista most likely will start with kidnapping who he thinks "hurt you" before "teaching them a lesson".

Mista is definitely a yandere who can be overly affectionate and friendly with his obsession, all while committed various acts of brutality behind the scenes.

Which may or may not include murder.

He's all smiles and maybe even hugs towards you, be you his close friend or crush.

All while he fantasizes about you when cleaning his hands of blood.

It's really unnerving how quick he can go from sweet to violent towards others.

Mista is definitely one to get jealous.

Due to how calm he is, it's more like him silently seething until you give him your attention again.

He could never be mad at you.

Speaking of which, Mista is incredibly delusional about his obsession.

He thinks you can do nothing wrong.

Everyone else has to be at fault.

Plus, he'd also think you two are closer than you are.

Be it really close friends (Platonic) or already dating (Romantic).

He is filled with endless adoration for his dearest.

He just wants to make you happy.

So he both gives off the vibe of "could do no wrong" while also "possessive violent fiend".

Mista would hide the darker things he does from you.

Such as violence or sabotage.

If you found out, he tries to excuse himself in someway.

"It's not what it looks like!" He'd say, pleading for you to believe him.

If that doesn't work... then he'll have to rush things.

He'd try to be "gentle" as he kidnaps you, giving you a comfortable room and visiting you often.

If you ran away, I can see him using his stand to shoot you in the leg... apologizing profusely before dragging you off.

He didn't want things to come to this...

But now you know who he truly is... so he doesn't bother hiding it anymore.

[httpsdana]

Prompt List

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Angst:

1. “Don’t lie to me. I know you still have feelings for him/her.”

2. “I tried everything to make you happy, but maybe I was just never what you wanted.”

3. “You don’t get to decide when you come in and out of my life.”

4. “I told myself I’d never fall for you again. But here I am, breaking my own heart.”

5. “If you’re happier without me, then I won’t stand in your way.”

6. “Maybe if I had told you how I felt sooner, none of this would’ve happened.”

7. “Don’t make me choose between you and my dreams. I can’t handle it if you ask me to.”

8. “I don’t think I know who you are anymore.”

9. “I saw you with them, and you looked… happier than you ever looked with me.”

10. “You don’t get to say you love me, not after everything you did.”

11. “How many times am I supposed to forgive you for breaking my heart?”

12. “Every memory I have of us is tainted now, thanks to you.”

13. “Just say you never loved me. It’ll hurt less than pretending you did.”

14. “Tell me what I did wrong. I just want to understand.”

15. “I keep hoping you’ll give me a reason to stay, but you never do.”

16. “We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired.”

17. “It feels like I’m the only one fighting to keep us together.”

18. “Maybe we were never meant to last, and that scares me.”

19. “I don’t know what hurts more—losing you or realizing you were never really mine.”

20. “I think we both know we’re not the same anymore.”

Fluff:

1. “I don’t need a reason to hold your hand. I just want to.”

2. “You talk in your sleep, you know? Last night, you kept saying my name.”

3. “How come every time you smile, my day somehow gets better?”

4. “You look cozy. Mind if I join you?”

5. “Stop laughing! I’m trying to tell you that I love you!”

6. “I’ve had a long day, and I really need a hug… from you, specifically.”

7. “I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.”

8. “Did you know you make the best hot chocolate? Like, award-winning quality.”

9. “Promise me you’ll be here when I wake up.”

10. “I didn’t think it was possible to fall in love with someone every single day.”

11. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

12. “You’re the best part of my day, every day.”

13. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at you.”

14. “I never planned to fall in love, but here we are"

15. “I know I’m supposed to be brave, but you make me so nervous.”

16. “I made a playlist just for you. Every song is one that reminds me of something we’ve done together.”

17. “Hey, stop wriggling! I’m trying to braid your hair, and you keep moving.”

18. “I know you don’t like mornings, so I made you breakfast and set it by the bed.”

19. “I’m going to carry you, okay? You look like you need a piggyback ride.”

20“I know it’s pouring outside, but how about a slow dance in the rain?”

21. “I can’t believe you remember all those little things I say. I didn’t think anyone listened that much.”

22. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?”

23. “I brought you flowers, but they looked better in my head.”

24. “Stop laughing! It’s impossible to stay mad when you smile like that.”

25. “If I had a dollar every time you looked at me like that...well, I'd probably just spend it all on you”

26. “Keep looking at me like that and people will start thinking you're falling for me”

27. “Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you're secretly a huge softie”

28. “Admit it—you'd be a little lost without me”

29. “I didn't realize that my smile was that distracting to you”

30. “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.”

Jealousy:

1. “Who was that you were talking to just now?”

2. “I don’t care if they’re just a friend. I saw the way they looked at you.”

3. “Are you seriously jealous? It’s cute, but you have nothing to worry about.”

4. “I don’t like the way they talk to you.”

5. “I may be smiling, but I’m two seconds away from telling them to back off.”

6. “I trust you. It’s them I don’t trust.”

7. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine, and you, my love, are very much mine.”

8. “Look, I’m not the jealous type, but I might make an exception for you.”

9. “Do I have to remind them you’re taken?”

10. “It’s not like I’m jealous or anything, I just… don’t like the way they look at you.”

Comfort

1. “Hey, you don’t have to go through this alone.”

2. “I know things are tough right now, but I’m not going anywhere.”

3. “I don’t care how long it takes—I’m here for you.”

4. “Talk to me. Please. Let me help.”

5. “It’s okay to cry. I’ll be right here.”

6. “I wish I could take away all your pain.”

7. “You’re not a burden. You’re my world.”

8. “Let’s just sit here together. We don’t need to say anything.”

9. “I love you, even on the days when you don’t love yourself.”

10. “Even on your worst days, I still think you’re amazing.”

11. “You’ve been strong for so long. Let me be strong for you now.”

12. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

13. “When was the last time you did something just for yourself?”

14. “You’re so strong for getting through this. I just want you to know that.”

15. “You’re not a burden to me, and I’ll remind you of that as many times as you need.”

16. “I’ll remind you as many times as it takes. You’re not alone in this.”

17. “Look, no one can do it all perfectly. Not even you.”

18. “I don’t care how messy it gets—I’m staying right here with you.”

19. “You don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to know every part of you.”

20. “I know you’re hurting. I’ll be here as long as you need me to be.”

Playful/Teasing:

1. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might actually believe you like me.”

2. “I swear, I tripped and fell into your arms. Pure accident.”

3. “Is it bad that I kind of like annoying you?”

4. “Admit it. You missed me.”

5. “Oh, please. We both know you think I’m adorable.”

6. “I’m not saying you’re cute… but you’re kind of cute.”

7. “You’re really bad at hiding that smile, you know.”

8. “If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

9. “What’s with the smirk? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

10. “Are you blushing? Because I think you’re blushing.”

11. “Are you seriously jealous of my cat? She was here before you, you know.”

12. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start charging you rent.”

13. “If I kiss you every time you’re annoying, would you be annoying more often?”

14. “I know I’m adorable, but can you try not to stare? It’s distracting.”

15. “If you keep stealing my hoodies, I’m going to start stealing your favorite snacks.”

16. “Are you going to keep pretending you don’t love me, or can we skip to the good part?”

17. “I caught you smiling at me. Don’t even try to deny it.”

18. “I saved you the last bite of dessert. That’s how much I love you.”

19. “Did you just doodle our initials in the corner of your notebook? How cute!”

20. “I found a picture of us from ages ago. Look how adorable we were!”

21. “Stop trying to look all cool and mysterious. You’re the biggest softie, and I have proof.”

22. “You’re hugging a pillow in your sleep. Should I be offended?”

23. “You’re literally grumpy until you’ve had coffee. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

24. “Bet you can’t go five minutes without looking at me.”

25. “If you keep calling me cute, I might have to prove you wrong.”

26. “I love you, but if you keep eating my snacks, we’re going to have a problem.”

27. “I think you have something on your face—oh, never mind, it’s just cuteness.”

28. “What would you do if I kissed you right now? Just curious.”

29. “You’re blushing. Don’t try to deny it—I saw that.”

30. “I made you breakfast, but it’s probably terrible, so just pretend it’s good."

[nostalgicnarrator]

Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 6,233

Parings: Thorn X Bilbo (if you squint and tilt your head Nori x Dwalin)

Description:

Throin gets a letter from Gandalf and soon he finds himself and a gaggle of his best idiots making the track to Mirkwood

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Warning

🧝🏻Thorin being slightly racist to elves. 🧝🏻‍♂️

Note:

Listen to me, I have struggled to put my thoughts into words that make sense and all the while I have struggled I have been also busy with my real work. For as much as I love writing and writing fan fiction it’s not my main job and I’m really sorry for the long wait. Enjoy chapter three and all her spoils. I tried to make it fun. Don’t forget to give me feedback and your options on how I did.

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When Thorin finally was released from the council chamber, he fled the accursed room that held him prisoner all morning, his footsteps thundered through Erebor as he hurried down the halls. He wish to put as much distance as possible between him and the council chamber.

He was at his wit’s end with it all; endless meetings had begun to consume him, for weeks, meetings this meetings that. He blamed the elves for dragging the deal out longer then it should have taken. 

Thorin was well aware how others often joked about his long-winded speeches. But this,  the incessant talking, the flowery words and cryptic speech was almost enough to drive him back to madness. He almost certainly preferred it. 

It was not that he lacked desire to help his kingdom prosper; to foster the good relations between the different races. Truly Thorin understood the necessity of meeting with the men of Dale, but,  the elves of Mirkwood, he was beginning to question the necessity. 

Because of this Thorin often found himself wanting for the more palpable labors of Erebor- discussing construction plans, addressing the changes within the mountain, determining the fate of the halls that could not restore entirely to their former glory.

Thorin let out a heavy sigh as he stepped into his chambers, the familiar surroundings offering a small comfort. He leaned against his chamber door as he closed it, rubbing his brow and groaning softly. A throbbing made itself aware at his temples. 

Thorin huffed as he sank into the chair at his desk, he moved his crown and tossed it to the side of his desk before his fingers sifting through the parchments upon it until they found what they sought after. 

A fond smile crossed Throin's face as thumbed through the bound parchment, the neatly handwritten letters staring up at him. A name signed in lovely loopy letters, “Bilbo Baggins” Thorin humed.

‘Perhaps, I should go and see him soon, I am beginning to miss his cooking.’ He huffed at his thoughts and looked away to the hearth. The embers of the morning fire still glowed with a warm light.

‘I doubt I will be able to’ Thorin began to think as he brushed a Knuckle over the writing, ‘I should take a page from the hobbits book and sneak away in the dead of night.’ Thorin chuckled and shook his head “now that is courting disaster.” He told himself as he began to shift through Bilbo’s letters once more.

He unfolded one of the most recent letters, it was about the upcoming festival Bilbo was excited for, one Thorin wishes to see, ‘I would have all of Erebor looking for me before I even made it to Mirkwood-’ Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted.

Interrupted by a sudden tapping on his chamber door- three quick raps, then silence, his temper flared in a way it hadn’t in a while. Honestly, he truly tried to keep it in check, he had ever since Bilbo had asked him to.

It was the only form of repayment the hobbit asked for, he had no choice but to accept, after all, Thorn had nearly thrown him to his death. 

All Bilbo asked for was: to be better. And Thorin truly did strive to honor his hobbit request of him, but in such a moment as this, he could not. He had been reigning it in all day, he’d been holding his tongue to not snap every time someone, Thranduil, interrupted him.

Tossing the letters back onto the desk, he stood abruptly and threw the door open, ready to …urge…whoever dared disturb him not to again.

But when he checked, he saw no one there. Not his sister's sons, nor another dwarf, nor an elf or a human. He leered out the doorway hoping to catch sight of someone but he saw nothing. 

“I really am going mad” he muttered aloud as he furrowed his brow, taking one more look before he closed the door. When he turned around he nearly choked at the sight of a raven fluttering to the nearby table. It hopped to the edge offering a letter. 

Recognition dawned on Thorin as he took in the juvenile bird’s form. “Hugin? What in Mahâl’s name-” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence before the young raven cawed excitedly.

“Letter for you, King Thorin called Oakenshield! it’s from Master Bilbo Baggins!” Hugin rasped out loudly. The raven hopped in place before offering the latter again.

Thorin blinked owlishly, it had been some time since he had seen the raven in person, but, it seemed the bird hadn’t changed a bit. Maybe he looked a tab but chubbier, though living with a go bit will do that to one’s body.

Thorin still hadn’t- ‘wait a minute’ his mind called to him, suddenly Thorin felt himself glare at the young raven, he knew the raven knew how the mail system worked, ‘he should not be in the halls, especially while they are still busy.’ He thought.

Such things are dangerous, especially for young ones not used to the bustling “Why are you in the halls of Erebor Hugin?” Thorin demanded, “I know you know better than that lad” Thorin took the letter and offered his hand to the young raven.

Thorin looked the young raven over as he crossed to his desk, “Master Baggins said to deliver this to you!” Hugin croaked when he hopped onto Thorin’s offered hand. “So I came to you!” Hugin finished, looking at Thorin expectantly, turning his head side to side.

“Well, I thank you for such dedication, lad, but next time, send the mail runners. There is a reason we have them, after all,” Thorin gruffed, searching for a treat for the young raven. “I would hate for you to come to harm.”

“But Master Baggins said it was important, to deliver it to you,” Hugin whined. “If I gave it to a mail runner, it would have passed hands before it got to you! Then it wouldn’t have been just for you anymore!” The raven puffed up, snatching the treat from Thorin’s fingers before he could truly offer it and flew away to perch on a bedpost.

Thorin couldn’t stop himself chuckling at the young raven, he opened the letter without hesitation as he sat at his desk, a smile ghosted his face while he scanned the graceful handwriting.

As Thorin read, his smile broadened. “Great minds think alike,” he mused aloud. Rising from his seat, Hugin cawed and followed Thorin as he carefully put the letter away and quickly went to find Balin. There were preparations to be made, after all, his hobbit was coming home.

The coming days stretched into weeks, each one feeling increasingly longer than the last. He often thought about meeting Bilbo halfway, but, to his extreme frustration, Thorin’s duties kept him firmly rooted in Erebor. 

So, Thorin tried focusing on his duties, to distract himself from thoughts of his hobbit. He tried to focus more on his meetings, or whatever paperwork he could find even if it wasn’t his.

Balin was his first victim of paperwork stealing, His adviser had to hunt him down to wrestle the work away. So Thorin turned to Dwalin, the dwarf didn’t have much paperwork to begin with but Thorin started sticking his nose in Dwalins work all the same.

Dwalin hadn’t like that at all, Thorin had begun to fallow him around if he wasn’t in a meeting, it took about a week before Dwalin was yelling at Thorin to piss off. Thorin tries to go to others he knew

Dori caught on quickly; it was only a day before Thorin found himself looking for someone else to distract him. Glóin hadn’t even let him get within five feet. Thorin wondered if Balin or Dwalin told the red headed dwarf what happened with them.

Bombur had let him stand in the entrance of the kitchen, but otherwise left him alone with a “sorry Thorin, I wouldn’t mind you helping, it’s just, well, you’d find a way to burn water.” Bombur's words were truly a blow to his pride. 

Bofur was still in the blue mountains, although a large portion of their population over there had moved to Erebor, they still had mining operations there and Bofur had to check them out now and then seeing as he was the new mining guild master.

Thorin found that Ori didn’t mind his company but, being in the library in his free time began to feel more like a chore then anything, Nori had disappeared 

Thorin hadn’t even gotten one foot in Óin’s office before being picked up and turned around. Thorin decided to go to Dís but, she shooed him away after he started lurking over her shoulder.

He had basically been ran off by everyone he knew, he was begging to take it almost personally when Dís set the boys on him after he complained about needing a decent distraction - not that any of his attempts at distraction seemed to work anyway.

He often found himself recalling the smallest details about his hobbit: the way Bilbo’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and kindness, the soft lilt of his voice when he spoke.

Thorin could almost feel the warmth of his hobbits laughter, warmth that seemed to melt the cold stone walls of Erebor and replace them with the rolling hills and blooming flowers.

Thorin remembered the moments of easing mornings and quiet evenings they shared when he visited. He would lose himself in sweeter memories, moments that seemed so insignificant at the time.

Thorin could still see the way Bilbo worked in his kitchen in Bag End, preparing tea and scones or whichever of the seven meals they were supposed to be eating, as Bilbo hummed a gentle tune that only he seemed to hear.

Thorin found himself truly lost in memories of his hobbit. He could imagine when they would walk side by side, they would discuss whatever they wanted, people would say hello as they passed.

The image brought a smile to Thorin that was quickly replaced by a deep frown when reality struck him once more, Bilbo was not there, and Throin was not in bag end. And they were not strolling through the rolling hills.

How different it all was from the stone halls of Erebor. The shire was a place filled with warmth, laughter, and life. Not that Erebor didn’t have such things, Thorin simply could not enjoy it as he could in the shire.

Sometimes He dared to imagine what it would be like to be a part of that world, to sit beside Bilbo in his cozy armchair by the fire, sharing stories and tea, forgetting the burdens of kingship, if only for a moment.

But these thoughts, though sweet, were also painful. They reminded Thorin of what he could not have, what was not true, he longed for his hobbit for something else that Bilbo always seemed to complete within him.

Of course if the day dreaming of his hobbit wasn’t enough soon, Thorin faced another issue besides incessant thoughts: he began speaking his thoughts aloud and much to his utter embarrassment, this often happened in the presence of others.

On one particularly dreadful morning, as Thorin was forcibly enduring another horrifically long and insufferable meeting, a mail runner burst into the room, cheeks flushed and out of breath.

Ballin whipped his head toward the dwarf that bursted in, closing his mouth as he was about to address Tranquil. Their meeting was concerning the proper shipping routes Dwarfs would take through the forested lands of Mirkwood, not that Thorin was really paying attention.

They sought Thranduil’s agreement for elven escorts through his fowl magical lands, the eleven king had questioned why they needed protection and it had been an uphill battle from there.

Thorin was adamant that it was not because dwarfs needed protection, but because an elf or two to guide the caravans would prove convenient, then Blain promptly told him to shut up and took over from there.

Thorin was glad for the distraction, Balin seemed less so, “What is the meaning of this? We are in a meeting-“ Balin said, he looked to Thorin for help in reprimanding the young lad.

Thorin decided to look the lad over, The lad was clearly young, an apprentice still, if the beads in his hair were to be believed. He had wild red hair. His beard covered his chops and came no farther than a few inches down.

Thorin had to put his hand up to silence the others in the room as they began to speak out and complain. He motioned for the lad to come to him.

The mail runner shook himself from some sort of daze and waved the somewhat crumpled letter and rushed to Thorin immediately handing it to him.

“Ah, can this perhaps-” Thorin tried to say, but he was interrupted by the young dwarf as he shook his head urgently.

The glar that Thorin gave was one that had the lad tripping over what he was trying to say, “’is an emergency, ‘a-‘a letter from Tharkûn,” the lad suddenly seemed to realize how close he was standing to Thorin and took a large step back, his cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

Thorin looked the paper over then decided the distraction of the letter was a welcome one, but he mostly decided to not send the lad away when he realized that Tranduil was the most perturbed by the interruption. Thorin quickly broke the seal.

“I-I, uh, don’t know what’s in the letter, but the elf who brought it looked right panicked,” he stammered, the young Dwarf wrang his hands worriedly as Thorin quickly skimmed through the letter.

Thorin paused as he felt his skin grow clammy. Without a word, he rose from his seat, horror crawled up Thorin’s back, he saw Balin raise an eyebrow before looking off somewhere else. Thorin’s hands began trembling slightly as he reread the letter.

Balin stood and moved toward Thorin. “What is it, lad? Thorin?” Balin asked. Thorin felt eyes bore into him. He glanced at Balin, he had a looks of concern and confusion mixing on his face.

Then Thorin looked at Fíli who had been on his other side, the lad looked up at him. Thorin barely registered the question from his cousin before he was suddenly out the door.

Thorin clutched the letter tightly, as he sprinted down the halls, his footsteps were the only warning other dwarfs had of someone approaching before being almost shoved out of the way by Thorin.

He was scrambling to find Óin. He bounded around the corner and caught the door frame to the head of healer’s office forcing himself to an abrupt stop, he threw the door open. 

Óin had his back turned as he was making salves and balms, the only indication that the dwarf gave to tell Thorin he heard him was a sigh. 

“Lad we have been over this,” Óin’s loud voice suddenly said as the dwarf turned to look at Thorin. “I am busy, and you really shouldn’t be trying to over work yourself if-“

Thorin shook his head desperately “Óin,” Thorin choked out, struggling to push down his panic. “Bilbo is hurt- he’s in Rivendell- He’s refusing all medical treatment from the elves!”

He offered the letter to a surprised Óin. The dwarf took the offending letter and began to read it. Óin stood a little straighter as he did. Thorin rubbed his cheek as Óin read painfully slow.

Silence had settled over them as Throin watched the healer, after a moment Óin stepped closer to Thorin and looked up at him, “What do ya need me to do lad?” Óin asked.

“Please, go to Rivendell. Help Bilbo.” Thorin pleaded, he grabbed Óin’s shoulders and squeezed. “Please.”

Óin nodded “alright, give me less than an hour.” Óin said as he packed.

“I’ll be going with you.” 

“Alright lad, then hurry when I’m done here I’m leaving”

“Right!” Thorin called as he left Óin to pack. Thorin hurried to his chambers, he had several things to do and he didn’t have time to waste. Thorin was glad Hugin had been staying with him in his room instead of raven hill. He really didn’t want to run all the way up there.

Thorin quickly settled himself at his desk and began to write a letter to Tharkûn. Hugin hopped up and landed near the parchment, tilting his head back and forth as if attempting to read it.

“My king, what are you writing?” The raven asked.

Thorin swiftly sealed the letter and offered his arm to the raven. He gazed at Hugin, when he hopped onto the offer arm without hesitation. “This must go to Rivendell- it is of utmost importance, it is for Tharkûn” 

He explained as he left with Hugin from his chambers, almost running down the hall to the nearest balcony. He offered the letter to the raven once there “go hurry!”

Yet Hugin hesitated, croaking out instead “…is, is it bad? What happened?” 

Thorin gave the bird a stern look but softened when Hugin shrunk back, offering what he hoped was a much more pleading glance. “Hugin go, please. It is for Master Baggins, this needs to go to Rivendell.” At that the Raven snatched the letter and the young bird took flight.

Thorin hurried himself back to his chambers, he had to pack quickly, Throin could not find it in himself to allow Bilbo to be alone. He couldn’t.

As he reached his door, it opened, and out came Balin with Dís, Fìli, and Kìli not far behind him. Balin glanced around till he found Thorin, the white haired Dwarf gave him a worried glare and began to take a breath as if to speak, but Dís spoke first.

“Brother, what is going on? What happened? Ballin told me you got a letter from Tharkûn then shot out of the room as if you were on fire.” She asked as soon as she saw him.

“Bilbo has been injured,” Thorin went into his chambers. The group begrudgingly parted to let him pass, his sister’s son followed him closely “I…I do not know the extent of his injuries but-” Thorin gritted his teeth. 

He could not stand the thought of what could be, all of which were linked to one thought ‘he will die.’ Throin shook his head, he would not, no, he refused, to entertain that thought for even a minute more.

Thorin began to gather his things, “I must get to Bilbo, I have to” he mumbled as he grabbed his pack from his wardrobe.

But before he could do much else, someone grabbed his arm, “Uncle?” Fíli’s voice cut through Thorin’s loud thoughts. “What do you mean”

Thorin looked up to the lad. Thorin saw one of the most intense pleading looks he has ever seen on the boy's face. In that moment, Thorin was heavily reminded truly how young his sister's sons were. 

He could remember how he used to help his sister put the two to bed. How Kíli had yet to truly grow into his beard and how he had to hold the youngest when thunder rolled over the blue mountains. He remembered teaching Fili how to properly hold a sword and how he used to read to the oldest till he could read Western on his own.

Yet he was also reminded of how much they have grown during the time in the company, and the journey had begun to shape them. But the battle for the kingdom had stolen something away, that hopeful look both the boys used to wear. Now, Fìli walks with a slight limp and Kíli could never take a full breath even when at rest.

He sighed and looked at the two young dwarfs, Thorin caught the back of Fílis head and knocked their foreheads together gently. “I don’t know, Tharkûn says it to be serious. I am leaving with Óin to-“ Thorin started but Fíli yanked away 

 “-I want to go with you uncle!” Fìli yelled, he reached for his brother and pulled Kíli beside him “we’ll both go”

Kìli nods excitedly. Thorin couldn’t help the sigh that bubbled out of him “Fíli, someone must be here to watch out for our people, and you are to become king one day so it must be-” Thorin started but Kìli interrupted.

The boy puffed up his chest a bit, he glared at Thorin. “Uncle, what was the point of establishing a- uh, -council if-“ Kìli was nearly yelling, Dis stopped him as she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Hush now, please, peace.” Dis said softly to her son before making her way to Thorin and glaring at him “Brother,” her tone alone was nearly enough to make Thorin want to back down “I will be here and Balin will be with me. This mountain is as much my place as it is yours and my sons’”

Balin nodded and stepped up beside Dis, “Thorin, you established the council for a moment like this, 'in a way that if need or problems arise, the king can temporarily take leave.' This is what it was made for, we will keep Erebor from falling while yer away lad.” 

Thorin looked at the two in front of him, he felt his resolve brake as he signed “…hurry and get packed then” he knew it was impossible to argue with them.

Fíli grins and nods quickly running off, Balin looked at Thorin and put a hand on his shoulder

“Keep me updated on Bilbo once you get there.” Balin told him, though he looked normal, Throin saw the worry in his eyes.

Throin nodded “You have my word” he looked to his sister. “And, I expect reports when I get to Rivendell.”

Dis rolled her eyes and huffed “we’ll leave you to pack.” Was all she told him

And with that they left, as Thorin expected word of what had happened had spread like wild wildfire, as few more dwarfs suddenly seemed insistent on joining Thorin and his sister’s sons.

They had approached Thorin when he was preparing his pony, the boys were running behind and he was nearly ready to leave them having watched Óin already leave.

The stable wasn’t all that far outside the mountain’s gates, seeing as ponies and goats didn’t much like being keep inside the mountain, it was mostly just an open pin with a large building at the entrance to allow Dwarfs or animals through. 

Thorin was hastily securing his gear to his pony. He kept checking the Stables entrance waiting for his Sister’s sons to appear. The only thing keeping him calm was the clinking of the metal stirs and the occasional snort of a pony.

When the large doors of the stables creaked open some more, Throin had sighed in relief but it sank as Dwalin strode in, his boots thudding against the straw-covered floor. Nori trailed closely behind, a pack slung over his shoulder. Thorin raised an eyebrow in confusion as Dwalin approached.

“Dwalin?” Thorin tried to keep his voice steady. ‘Had something horrible happened? Was there another letter?’ he couldn’t keep the worry in at that thought “Has something happened?”

Dwalin had stopped not far from him, the warrior crossed his arms, his face pulling into almost glare. “I’m coming with you,” Dwalin said, his tone leaving little room for argument.

Nori stepped forward, adjusting the pack on his shoulder. “Me too,” Nori said. He looked the guard over a second before he crossed his arms too. 

Thorin’s gaze shifted between the two. He sighed, ‘even if I say no, they will most likely fallow anyway’ and He knew better than to argue with Dwalin when he gets a idea in his head, and Nori would tell Dis he was being difficult again and that’s a whole different problem he didn’t have time for.

“Fine,” Thorin sighed. “But hurry and pack. If you’re not ready, I will leave without you.”

Dwalin nodded and left the Stables, Nori went to find his own pony to saddle, and it happened to be the pony closest to Thorin.

“Did Gandalf say anything about Bilbo or was it that he was only hurt?” Nori asked.

“He’s dangerously hurt, that's all he said, Óin is already on his way” Throin says as he looked up to Nori, the spymaster nodded. After a moment Throin decided to ask “Did Dis send you?” 

Silence filled the stables. Thorin pulled a strap down tighter, his sister was always such a worrywort over what he’s doing and her son’s safety.

He wasn’t surprised when Nori nodded, Dis has sent him after Thorin before. “Aye, she’s worried for you ya know?” Nori said and Thorin paused.

“Yes I know.” Thorin mumbled, With that a more comforting silence fell between them as the two Dwarfs readied their Ponies. 

By the time the small company had gathered and readied their ponies, it was well past when Thorin had intended to depart. ‘Óin must be miles ahead by now,’ Thorin thought as frustration began to bubble up.

Fíli and Kíli at least had to decency to look sorry and embarrassed for taking so long to gather everything, speaking of-

He glanced behind him, the two brothers were saddled in the middle of the group, Fíli was currently digging through Kíli’s bag- the brown haired boy seemed to not notice what his older brother was doing.

Thorin rolled his eyes then looked away to the trail in front of him again, ‘Maybe we can push a little faster’ Thorin thought. 

A shout drew his eyes right back behind him, he watched as Fíli held something away from Kíli to the point where the two were nearly tumbling off their ponies.

Thorin heard a small chuckle and looked to Dwalin, who was riding beside him. Dwalin had a slight smile on his face as Fíli and Kíli caused a ruckus.

Nori, who was in the back behind the two, seemingly got fed up, as Thorin heard two wacks and identical whines of pain behind him.

Nori trotted his pony up beside Dwalin, both Dwarfs shared a look before amused grins found their faces. Thorin shook his head. Dwalin looked at him and chuckled before shrugging.

‘At least someone finds this amusing-‘ Thorin thought as Dwalin and Nori shared a quiet chat. Thorin cleared his throat to get their attention. Both older dwarfs looked at him.

He opened his mouth to say something but then the sounds of his sister’s sons shouting and roughhousing again sucked the words from his mouth. He was not in the mood for their antics.

he clicked his tongue before grumbling. “This is going to be the longest trip in my entire life” and Nori smiled at him.

Thorin spurred his pony into a trot, pulling ahead of the company in a vain attempt to distance himself from the commotion at the back. 

They had days of travel ahead of them, and he would rather avoid a headache for as long as possible.

By the time the noise of the boys had finally faded into a quiet murmur, they had reached the edges of Mirkwood. 

They had been walking the edges of for a while in search of an entry point, and as the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting long shadows over the land and the dark forest seemed to try and swallow them.

When they found one, Thorin glared into the darkness of the entry, the sun’s rays where being swallowed whole by the cursed trees and twisted branches. 

Thorin looked behind him to the rest of his small group and then back to the entrance of the canopy laced with foul intent. ‘This may not end well’ Thorin thought he took a deep breath and swung himself from his poney.

‘Still, we cannot use the common entrance. That is a few days farther and this will cut our time down-if I remember correctly anyway.’ He thought

“We’ll camp here tonight, Fíli, Kíli gather wood for a fire. Nori, handle the ponies and Dwalin, you'll take the first watch.” Thorin called.

“Aww! But uncle!” Kíli wined “Don’t make us do the boring stuff!” 

Throin looked at Kíli and raised his brow, “Do as I say,” Throin crossed his arms and pointed at Kíli “and be careful. We are on the elf’s land, there is no telling what tricks they might pull.” Throin grumbled 

Throin turned away as he helped Nori unpack the necessities off the ponies. Throin was fed up with eleven everything- he’d be lucky to never have to see one again, “Uncle.” He heard Fíli sigh.

“That is enough both of you, we camp here! You will do your job Kíli! you and Fíli were not brought along for leisure,” Thorin snapped at the princelings, he was done with the discussion. 

He did not care for the elves, in fact he thought he made that obviously clear. “We keep our guard up,” Thorin glared at Kíli, “and we don’t fall for any of their-“ he gestured around then into the forest “tricks.” 

Thorin did not understand why his sister’s sons insisted that there was nothing wrong with elves, not even his hobbit seemed to trust the leafheaded idiots.

“Tricks- uncle don’t be so unreasonable!” Kíli crossed his arms.

Throin looked over at Kíli, he marched himself as spoke “Unreasonable? I am being unreasonable.” Thorin glared down at the boy.

“Yes!” Kíli cried before poking Thorin in the chest “You were the one to begin fostering the alliance between our peoples!” Kíli threw his hands up as he yelled. “Why do that if you do not trust them!?”

“Kíli, alliance does not mean trust, it means that we can not try and kill each other. You know I do not trust those creatures” Thorin raised his voice, “I believe you are getting to big for your boots, do I need to send you home?”

Kíli yelled out in frustration and whipped around as if looking to punch something, Fíli took a step beside his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder “I am sure what he meant was that it seems strange…”

Kíli glared at his brother “ strange!? Strange is an understatement!” He glared at his uncle again “it’s stupid! You act as if they wish to steal something!

“They would, mark my words, if they had a chance they would steal everything” Thorin crossed his arms “what they want is information, If there’s one thing an elf likes more than tricks or prancing around their woods, it’s meddling in affairs that are none of their concern.”

“Aye” Dwalin said before he nodded out into the darkness of woodlands beside them, “I wouldn’t put it past them to be watching us right now, their sharp ears pressed against the wind, waiting to hear our every word,” he grumbled

Kíli rolled his eyes, he was dragged away by his brother “it’s not worth it Kee, you know how uncle is…” Thorin her Fíli wisper to his younger brother. 

Throin looked into the darkness of the forest and huffed, Dwalin was right they definitely could be. Dwalin patted Thorin on the back roughly as he trotted off to find where to take first watch.

‘That boy,’ Thorin thought, shaking his head, ‘he knows nothing.’ Throin casted a look across camp now as Nori patted the princeling’s shoulder. Soon the boys left to find something for a small fire.

Soon, Throin found himself lost in other thoughts ‘Óin must be farther ahead he would have used this same path, it’s the fastest way to the mountain pass’

‘It’s the same one we were meant to-‘ Thorin’s thoughts were interrupted as an uneasy feeling began to crawl up his back, he looked around, it felt as if eyes were burning into him. 

But all he saw when he looked was Fíli and Kíli coming back from finding wood, Fíli was basically carrying it all and Kíli looked upset still while he talked with his brother.

Thorin looked around so more hoping to see what could have possibly made him feel that way, the eyes, felt evil and like a sickness, he saw Dwalin talking with Nori as he took care of the ponies. Nothing really out of the ordinary 

Thorin leaned back against a tree, his eyes scanning the darkening forest once more. Suddenly he remembered something and furrowed his brow ‘aren't there supposed to be elves posted at all entrances of Mirkwood?’ Thorin asked himself, ‘if that’s true then why had non-’

Thorin snapped his attention back at the group when a yelp came to his ears, Fíli and Kíli, were now wrestling each other over- well, something. Fíli had a large grin on his face and Kíli seemed less upset then before.

The two were rolling around b the floor- Fíli kicked Kíli away and scrambled up to run, he only got to steps before getting tackled. 

“Master Dwalin!-ow! Tell Fíli it’s my dagger!-hey!“ Kíli whines as he kicks his brother in the face and pulls at the sheathed blade in Fíli’s hands

“Ow- ugh! -Master Dwalin! tell Kíli he doesn’t even appreciate the art of blades-Ow! Kíli!” Fíli yelped before he got an elbow to the face.

The two boys began to whines to Dwalin much to Dwalin’s misfortune. Nori chuckled but covered his mouth when Dwalin glared down at him-

Kíli held his dagger up in victory and tried to run away leaving his brother sprawled on the floor but suddenly his brother had him by the foot and yanked him back down. The two continued their roughhousing.

Dwalin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed- loudly, he looked at Thorin as if to ask for help. A small smile tugged at Thorin’s lips he shrugged and looked away. 

The next morning, after a quick breakfast that made Thorin wish he dragged Bomber along, the company packed up what little they had gotten out, and began the trek through the horrible wood.

The forest shadows creeped and crawled along the sides of the path- Thorin swore he saw large shiny eyes watching him from the shadows.

The area smelled of stale water and was thick with unpleasantness. Much like Thorin remembers from the last time he went through the territory.

When they passed an area Thorin was certain was definitely supposed to have Elves posted, he stopped his small company. 

“There are supposed to be elves here…right?” Thorin mumbled, he looked to Dwalin who nodded in agreement.

Dwalin began digging through his pack quickly, Kíli sat up straighter before looking around, Fíli followed him before furrowing his brow “Really uncle?-” Fíli asked.

Kíli continued for his brother. “-I don’t see any.” The two looked at Thorin expectedly

“Aye, That’s the problem, do you think we’re on the right path?” Nori asked as Dwalin kept looking in his bag.

“For our sake I hope so” Dwalin muttered and pulled out an old map. He began to look over it.

Thorin shifted in his saddle. ‘Have I led them astray yet again? Perhaps it is not too late to send the boys away’ Thorin thought to himself.

“Oh man I knew we shouldn’t have let Uncle lead!” Kíli whined.

Fíli nodded solemnly before speaking “you know he always gets lost” Fíli grinned like a cat  before adding “he gets lost on his way to the throne room!”

Kíli snickers and nodded in agreement “He’s gotten lost on the way to the kitchen!” Kíli tried to sound serious as he spoke, Kíli felt the need to continue. “It’s like the third biggest room if you don’t count the ballroom!”

Thorin felt his cheeks get a little warm as the two kept pointing out times Thorin had gotten himself turned around. Thankfully, Nori saw mercy for the directionally challenged king.

“Hush you two, if we’re on the wrong path, your whining will get us killed” Nori said and that had the boys snapping their mouths shut.

Dwalin shook his head and groaned “this map doesn’t make any sense, some of these roads don’t exist anymore.” Dwalin huffed and shoved the map away back into his pack.

“Are we lost?” Fíli asked, Thorin opened his mouth to calm the young boy, but was interrupted.

“I’m too handsome to die yet uncle!” Kíli quite basically wailed.

“That’s pushing it Kíli, i don’t know about handsome- sill only got scruff brother.” Fíli said and yanked on one of Kíli’s braids.

“Hey!” Kíli whines.

Thorin grits his teeth as his temper tried to flare, ‘this is no joke, they are acting as if this is something to joke about’ his mind droned angrily, he whipped around and glared at the two as they kept bickering.

“Enough! We’re going to follow this path.” Thorin yelled over the two young dwarfs. The boys blinked owlishly at him, the glare never left his face as everyone looked at him now. After a beat he continued, “it has to lead somewhere and hopefully it’s the other side of the wood”

The others nodded and Thorin allowed Dwalin to lead as he fell to the back of the group. All Throin could truly do now was hope

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Oh no, what’s this? I left you on a clog hanger, don’t worry you didn’t wait all this time just for this, I have a chapter 4, 5, and 6, this is just what I’ve finished editing for now. Tell me if I missed something during editing. Btw I’m gonna keep tagging the people I tagged last time and I will continue to do so till asked not to.

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This is kinda stupid but as a Zelda expert I wonder if you'd have any tips for me. I got BOTW like years ago bc I'm obsessed with all the content that came out of it but with a combo of general anxiety + the fact that I am egregiously bad at playing video games I have uhh barely played it. I kind of had the same issue with Stardew Valley of all games b/c the mines gave me anxiety until I was given tips for getting through them quickly. Now I really do wanna finish BOTW bc if I can finish then reasonably I should be physically capable of playing TOTK???

i think that botw can be a particularly overwhelming first play bc of the sheer size of the world and the lack of guidance, but just so you know most of that anxiety you're feeling is unfounded. despite how much it builds itself up in-game as having very difficult combat situations, botw is a relatively easy game in terms of combat difficulty, and you can actually avoid a good amount of combat altogether once you get off the plateau. like with almost any open-world enemy you can just run away and they'll eventually stop chasing you with no fight needed. but the open world enemies also become stupid easy once you get some halfway decent weapons and armor. i suspect you're probably just stuck in plateau purgatory where everything is hard by virtue of you having very few hearts and shit equipment. this is unfortunately the only segment of the game where you CAN'T really set your own pace and have to do things in a certain way, but there are only four shrines to complete and the second you complete them everything gets way easier, i promise. if you ARE off the plateau and still feeling that anxiety, it might be helpful to nail down some objectives to combat that open-world-endless-possibilities fear factor. i would suggest focusing on building up your heart count with shrines (you can find them pretty easily by climbing sheikah towers at night and looking for their orange glow) since having more hearts is going to make everything a lot less difficult for you in general (i wouldn't bother with stamina in early game, get a decent heart count first. at least 13.) as well as building up your armor and weapon stashes to a point where you're confident enough with menial enemies. getting as much of the map as you can in early-game is also really helpful because it makes it much easier to find and access points of interest like villages. you might try practicing archery or swordsmanship if you're really concerned about that element--there are several in-game training spots that you can utilize basically as much as you want in order to get the button combos down. then once you're confident enough in your abilities you can switch gears to the main quest (divine beasts!) and just remember, there's no wrong way to play video games and there's no penalty for deaths or failures. if link dies all the game does is drop you back into your last autosave, and botw's autosave is so good that you probably won't even lose any progress. no one is going to get mad at you if it takes you a few deaths to beat a boss. no one is going to get mad at you if you need to google walkthroughs to beat bosses or puzzles. your gameplay experience should be enjoyable, and whatever accommodations you have to make for yourself in order to make it enjoyable are fine! there's no reason to suffer through something that could be made easier just for the sake of doing it right.