#fall event

[chaeneuu]

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hi everyone ! it's been such a long time since my last event and since we're now

approaching the seasons of fall and winter, i thought i would make an event with

those themes ! i also reached 1.8k around a week ago so this event is partly in

celebration of that :D

                 ⠀ ׅ    ⠀❀      how to join ?   ₊     ˚

   •   comment joining + your preference: fall or winter ?

   •   like and reblog this post, and tag 2-3 moots who you think would

        like to join this event !

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   •   your moodboard must fit a fall or winter theme but can be whatever

       aesthetic you choose and can have any idol !

   •   it must be at least 90% made by you, using locs or dividers from someone

       else is fine :)

   •   you are allowed up to 2 entries !

   •   please use the following hashtag when posting your moodboard :

              #໒   𓂋       ethereal      -     an     event      𓈒 ꣒

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   •   please tag me in the moodboard or in the comments, otherwise i won't

       be able to see it !

   •   deadline is december 20, please message me if you need an extension !

                  ⠀ ׅ    ⠀❀      prizes   ₊     ˚

   •   first place   -   100 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   second place   -   90 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   third place   -   75 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice, 1 custom

       moodboard, and 1 locs pack

   •   runner-ups   -   25 reblogs of a moodboard of your choice

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         i   look   forward   to   seeing   all   of   your   entries !

[lamemaster]

A Secret Garden

Request: me (hehe)

Pairings: Thranduil x Illyrian reader

Genre: fluff and feels

Summary: The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

AN: I think Greenwood exists out there somewhere hidden from canon. That's where Maglor lives, probably. Thranduil deserves a baddie. I don't make the rules.

Next up- Zombie Maedhros Fall trope event list

Contrary to the usual, casual belief, Legolas’ mother is very much alive and thriving within the halls of Greenwood the Great.

And yes, it is Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood was merely a convenient front. A grim veil to dissuade would-be intruders.

That includes the so-called "statue of the Queen," which, for the record, looks nothing like you. Truly, Thranduil outdid himself in selecting the most unlike-you statue and crafting the wildest tale of gems and tragic loss.

Your husband, the King of Greenwood, was a mastermind. A ruler so adept that his kingdom flourished for millennia without enchanted rings or the guidance of the Valar. His conniving brooding ensured that his people prospered in secret, while the world saw only a shadowed, forbidding forest.

As for where the real Greenwood the Great lingered during those turbulent times? That remains a mystery. Its shifting location shall not be revealed here.

This tale, however, concerns you, the Queen of Greenwood the Great. Mirkwood, for all its legends, lacks a queen. It possesses only the image of a bitter, widowed king clinging to a fading world and a son growing restless with time.

Thranduil was a vessel of theatrics and drama.

You, on the other hand, were content in your hidden kingdom. Three thousand years of seclusion had yet to yield a Turin or a Maeglin to wreck your haven, and for that, you counted yourself fortunate.

As for what you are? Most guesses would not quite be accurate. Not quite an elf, in the not-quite-elven kingdom of your husband.

The forests of Greenwood were brimming with fae, imps, valkyries, Illyrians, and whatever those horses with horns on their heads were called.

You were one of them. Or, more accurately, an amalgamation of many. Yet the great, leathery wings at your back made it clear that your Illyrian ancestry dominated while the rest of your gene remained suppressed only to peek upon close inspection.

And how, you ask, did a lowly bastard with wings become the Queen of Greenwood the Great?

That tale begins long ago.

Thranduil had been lost for days, his once-pristine robes torn and muddied, his sword arm aching from constant readiness. 

The air of the forest felt different here, heavier, charged with an unfamiliar magic that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He had strayed far from the borders of his father’s palace, lured into unknown territory by the magnificent silver fawn.

They were like nothing he had ever seen beasts in the shape of men, with great bat-like wings that cast shadows over the forest floor. Runes glowed faintly across their arms, swirling and shifting like living things, their meaning lost to him. 

They didn’t kill him outright. Instead, they toyed with him, driving him deeper into the woods, their eerie laughter echoing around him like the rustle of dead leaves. Every so often, one would swoop low, slashing at him with claws or the sharp edges of their wings, drawing blood but never a fatal blow.

Thranduil’s breath came in ragged gasps as he stumbled through the dense undergrowth, his usually keen senses dulled by exhaustion.

That was when he found you or, rather, when he collided into you.

One moment, he was running, heart hammering in his chest, the laughter of his pursuers closing in. The next, he crashed into something-someone, so abruptly that the force sent him sprawling to the ground.

Disoriented, he scrambled to his feet, sword raised, his golden hair falling in disheveled strands around his face.

You stood there, unmoving, watching him with a curious tilt of your head. Your wings extended slightly behind you, the moonlight falling gently onto them. 

Not unlike his hunters, Runes spiraled faintly along your arms. With broad shoulders and visible strength of muscle lining your body, you were what he assumed to be an Illyrian. 

The Illyrians were brutish fighters. An army with no leader. Children of the night. No one in Greenwood had seen them. Most were reluctant to seek the bunch that were rumored to make a stew out of anything and everything. 

“What are you doing in Illyrian woods, elf?” Your voice was calm, almost bemused, though your eyes betrayed a hint of irritation.

Before Thranduil could respond, the sound of wings beating the air filled the clearing. His hunters emerged from the shadows, circling above. They slowed at the sight of you, their jeers fading into uncertain murmurs.

One of them dropped to the ground, his cruel grin faltering as he addressed you. “Captain,” he sneered, though his tone carried a note of wariness. “We didn’t realize you were… entertaining guests.”

Your wings flared slightly, and the runes on your arms pulsed in response. “He is no guest,” you replied coolly, stepping forward. “But nor is he your prey.”

The hunter hesitated, his confidence waning under your sharp gaze. “We were only—”

“Leave,” you commanded, your voice carrying a weight that stilled the air. 

The hunter glanced between you and Thranduil, clearly torn between defiance and self-preservation. With a final sneer, he launched himself into the air, the rest of the group following in his wake. Their shadows vanished into the trees, leaving behind an uneasy silence.

Thranduil stared at you, his sword still raised, his mind racing to make sense of what had just happened. “Who are you?” he demanded, though his voice cracked at the most unfortunate pause. 

You turned to him, your expression unreadable. “I might ask you the same question, elf.” 

Thranduil hesitated before he answered “I am Thranduil, prince of Greenwood.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile. “A long way from home, aren’t you?”

Before he could reply, you turned and began walking deeper into the forest, your wings folding neatly against your back. Thranduil stood rooted to the spot for a moment, torn between suspicion and exhaustion. Then with a quiet sigh, he followed you, hoping to escape the fate of becoming a hearty meal.

Legolas, as many assumed, was not your only child. He was, in fact, your youngest, the cherished baby of your family, born long after the triplets. 

He took after Thranduil in nearly every way, so much so that his presence alone was acceptable in the halls of Mirkwood. The only one to be elven enough for Middle Earth. 

Your other children, however, were a different story.

The triplets, older and undeniably yours, had delicate, protruding wings like yours—proof that their father’s genetics had long since lost the battle. 

The children however did not fail to possess their father’s dramatic flair and liking for chaos. 

Now seated with your bickering triplets and sullen eldest you await your husband and son to return to your world. Away from the chaos of the world that was nothing but an illusion. 

With a prayer sent to the spirits, you try your best to spare the dinner from the hands of your wild family. 

[the-banana-0verlord]

if ur still doing the fall season event may I have 🥧🍒with Lilia Vanrouge please🥺 if not that's perfectly ok! Feel free to delete, and make sure to not stress urself!

Thanks for the ask, you're literally the only one who sends me asks for these TvT

for this piece i tried to go for a more chibi-esque style and i wanted to work on the background more to portray the vibe of the scene. (i think it's the first time i've drawn a background this complicated). I also added a little pumkin cause yk halloween.

also Lilian should probably put a restraining order on Lilian he traumatizes her everytime-

[tonberry-yoda]

FALL EVENTTTT!!!!!!

This is such a cute idea aughhh i love it

Could I request caught in the rain with Zoro????

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Caught in the Rain - Zoro 🎃

notes - AHHHHH THANK YOU! I was super excited about this when I saw a list of prompts and was like omfg yes I need to do that! And what a cute idea!! I love writing for Zoro and I just haven't done it in a really long time!! Thanks so much and have a seriously awesome day!! <3 word count - 387

It was normal that Zoro got the two of you lost on walks. And it was always normal that you followed him for some reason. It was totally on you that you guys were out in the middle of no where, surrounded by golden leaves and dark skies.

"I think it's going to rain, Zoro." you said, squeezing his arm.

You got nothing but a grunt in response.

"Just let me lead," you finally said. "You can't find anything for the life of you."

"It's not my fault." he pouted.

"It literally is your fault!" You wanted to be upset, but there was really no point in doing it since 1. you were used to it and 2. it wouldn't help find the way.

So you took a deep breath and tried to get your bearings.

Which, of course, was interrupted by a raindrop landing on your forehead.

You prayed that it was just one and kept moving, holding Zoro's hand so he wouldn't get any more lost than the two of you were.

But more came.

And more.

And soon, it was downpouring.

You wanted to be upset, you really did, but when you looked around at the rain falling on the leaves above, smelled the fresh rain air, and saw Zoro smiling at the sky, you couldn't help but smile.

"We'll find our way," you sighed, wiping some water away from Zoro's eyes. "But we gotta figure out how to get out of the rain first."

Zoro kept his eyes on the sky with a smile. "I don't mind being in the rain."

"But you'll catch a cold." You grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.

"That's what Chopper's for."

"Working the poor little reindeer too the bone, now, are we? I'm just saying, let's get back so we can-"

As you started to walk away, you felt Zoro's hand on yours. You looked at him, who was soaked with rainwater and blinking the water out of his eyes.

"You look pretty in the rain." he said.

You froze and looked at him with wide eyes.

He pulled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to your forehead before trying to lead you both out of the rain.

"Zoro?"

"Yeah?"

"Remind me to never let you lead us anywhere ever again."

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2023 @tonberry-yoda– do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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[kidge-planet]

HEY!!!

Are you guys up to contribute to a Kidge fall event??? If so, I'm willing to create prompts!

I think we'll do that for one week or two, depending on a few stuffs...

Voting "yes" means you're committing to participate in at least one day of the event by creating and sharing a fanfiction, drawing, or any other form of art on your Tumblr account!

If you don't plan on participating in any of those, not even a day, vote "no"!

[callian-tea]

The Lie to Me rewatch last week was really fun with some ppl rewatching and one new fan we dragged in (no, she doesn’t know about s3…) and this weekend we’re planning to watch e2 if everyone’s schedules align!!

Just in case anyone has a little time this week and is interested, we’re doing a small creative event making either a fic, playlist, or artwork from some or all of the prompted words: amber, festival, pie, corduroy 🍂

I’m excited to see a few more fanworks for Lie to Me this fall and if anyone wants to join the rewatches just follow the Discord link in my intro post or DM me!! Happy Halloween!

[whorediaries-09]

'tis the damn season

hello my darlings!

i'm starting the fall (and my birthday) event through this post!

this event starts on 11-09-23 and lasts till 23-09-23.

you put me on and said i was your favorite.

High heels on cobblestones 🍃- Send in a request for angst fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, you will not get a story with a happy ending.

You'd linger like a tattoo kiss 🧣- Send in a request for fluff fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, you will have to specify if you want fluff or hurt/comfort.

Hand under my sweatshirt 🌿- Send in a request for smut fics or blurbs.

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, and want some specific kinks to be added, please mention them!

I felt like I was an old cardigan 🎃- Send in a request with dark themes for a fic or a blurb. (or a series)

Please be specific with the request. Keep in mind, if you request for this, the fic or blurb will most probably have adult themes. So please do not proceed with the request if you are not comfortable with such content.

But I knew you 🍂- Send in a request for headcannons for a certain character.

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -If you want reader insert or not. -If you want cannon characters. -If you want to include certain traits/features the reader has.

Your heartbeat on the High Line 🍁- Send in a request for an AU!

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -Angst -Fluff, Hurt/Comfort -Smut -Dark Themes -Plots/Dialogues you'd like me to include. (for eg. friends to lovers with barista!remus.)

You drew stars around my scars 🍵- Send in a request with certain plots. (for eg enemies to lovers)

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include -If you want reader insert or not -If you want to include certain traits/features the reader has. -If you are want angst/smut/fluff. -Mention the era. (for eg harry potter x reader, order of the phoenix)

Sequin smile, black lipstick 🌳- Send in a request for a moodboard with any of the topics mentioned above.

Please be specific with the request.

Dancin' in your Levi's ☕- Send in a request and I'll ship you with a character.

Please be specific with the request. Specifications include. -Personality traits -Physical features -Hobbies -Gender of the character you'd like to be shipped with.

Steppin' on the last train 🚉- Let's be moots! This goes without saying. Drop into the inbox and let's start talking :)

*****

when you are young, they assume you know nothing.

while sending in requests please be nice and care to write a greeting. i'm human too and being kind helps. there are certain characters i don't write for, and i'll list them down below.

please excuse me if i don't write your request. it may happen if the request did not hit my creative spot.

please request through the inbox. if you directly message me, there are chances i may miss them.

*****

characters i don't write for-

-draco malfoy -tom riddle -severus snape -lucius malfoy -any character from the cursed child era

ps- i do not have anything against the slytherins. i'm a slytherin myself.

thank you!

-steph 🍂

[tadashisdisaster]

9:48 AM 🕸️

I’m doing fall deliveries. It’s not really an event but….

you can just DM or send a request to me. You shouldn’t go anonymously, but if you want to you can🫶🏻. I make a banner or a pfp (or both) of your choice and send it to you in your inbox 📨 or mail it to you 📦.

Khai’s Deliveries 📦 -> Just me @ing you!

Incoming 📨 -> I send it to you VIA request box

It’s all free and it doesn’t have my *Tadashisdisaster* logo on it! happy fall🍁

LIKE 🧡 to get visited by my ghost buddy. REBLOG 🔂 to get a free banner or pfp of your choice! COMMENT 💬 for a spooky, anonymous love letter.

[canuckgirltravels]

Pumpkins After Dark Ottawa Walking Tour 🎃

Step into a world of autumn magic at Pumpkins After Dark in Ottawa! Join me on a captivating walking tour through Ottawa’s ultimate Halloween event, showcasing over 6,000 hand-carved pumpkins, a mesmerizing 3D maze, and unforgettable light displays. Perfect for all ages, this event at Wesley Clover Parks brings spooky scenes and beloved characters to life through incredible pumpkin art and haunting music.

🍂 Highlights of the Tour:

Walkthrough the spellbinding 3D Pumpkin Maze

See the glowing sculptures & spooky Halloween scenes

Capture photo-worthy moments along the enchanting pumpkin paths

Whether you're a Halloween fan or looking for a memorable fall outing in Ottawa, Pumpkins After Dark has something magical for everyone.

Don't forget to like, subscribe, and click the notification bell for more exciting autumn adventures! 🍁👻

[thenewclassy]

ROAD TRIP IDEA: 7 Of The South's Best Fall Events

When the autumn colors hit, it's the perfect time to explore. We have rounded up 7 of the South's absolute best fall events to choose from.

Read the article: https://cheapisthenewclassy.com/2024/09/best-fall-events.html

[angleofmusings]

(only superficial damage)

[lamemaster]

Jingle Bells and Chaotic Elves

Request: @wareagleofthemountain I’m new to your blog and love your writing! If it’s okay, may I request a fic where Glorfindel and fem reader are newly weds and, as they begin to build their life together, reader gets a letter from her friend who is a horse trainer. The friend informs her that they have a colt in need of adoption and the reader knows that Glorfindel is in need of a horse. So they take a trip to pick up little baby Asfaloth and raise him! Thank you! 💕

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

Summary: How best boi Asfaloth came to bear the canonical bells

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I am sorry for being so late but writing animals is something I am still learning! I hope you like it🐴he's bby I love him (had to go back and add asfaloth pov becoz I'm stupid)

It had to be a surprise. Convincing Glorfindel to stay behind while you traveled was no easy feat, and escaping the entirety of Rivendell, an unrivaled hub of gossip proved an even harder bargain.

The only viable plan was to leave during his week of patrol duty, a decision you knew would be a shock upon his return. But you dearly hoped the letter you left, reassuring him of your safe return, would ease the blow.

Once your errand was done, you would seek his forgiveness. A month away, you promised him in that note. Surely, he could wait just that long.

The surprise? A colt.

Your friend Gwendel of Rohan had written to you urgently, detailing how he’d stumbled across the abandoned creature during an evening stroll. Despite his best efforts to find the mare or its owner, no one came forward.

Some had tried to claim the colt, but its fiery temper rejected them all, even Gwendel, whose every act of kindness had been met with resistance. Worse still, the colt refused to eat, its health deteriorating rapidly.

Normally, such an errand would have fallen to Elladan or Elrohir, but Gwendel’s letter stirred something within you.

Glorfindel.

Your beloved had never fully accepted another horse after losing his steed in the First Age. Asfaloth’s absence haunted him, and though his rebirth had brought him back to Middle-earth, his companion’s loss weighed heavy on his heart. Glorfindel grieved for Asfaloth as a father might for a lost child.

Gwendel’s letter had to be a sign. A colt abandoned in the world might find the love it needed in Glorfindel and perhaps offer him some solace in return.

That was your plan.

Until you reached Rohan.

The frail creature that greeted you from the corner of Gwendel’s stable wasn’t just any colt.

It was Asfaloth.

The beautiful snow-white steed that Glorfindel still mourned stood trembling in his stall. The colt’s amber eyes fixed on you, brimming with a light of recognition.

And then, as if time and space had never separated you, he stumbled toward you on wobbly legs, butting his head against your leg.

“Asfaloth,” you whispered, tears pooling in your eyes as your fingers tangled in his soft mane. “It’s truly you.” Bending down, you kissed the top of his head, your heart soaring with love and joy.

You couldn’t wait to tell Glorfindel. He would be over the moon.

That was the plan.

Until the mountain dumped its snows onto Rohan, trapping you there.

From weeks to months, your surprise turned into an adventure, long surpassing Glorfindel’s begetting day. The snow had made travel impossible, and you could only hope that the eventual reunion with Asfaloth would soothe any ire Glorfindel might feel at your absence.

Nestled beside Asfaloth in the stable, you braided his soft mane. His health had improved greatly, thanks to Gwendel’s care and thanks to Asfaloth finally allowing himself to eat.

“Oh dear, I hope Glorfindel isn’t moping in the halls of Imladris,” you mused aloud, to which Asfaloth unhelpfully shook his head, undoing the braids you had just finished.

“I know you miss him,” you sighed, feeding him a carrot. “But you have to be patient. You’re still too young to travel in winter.”

But Asfaloth had other plans.

Without warning, he stood and dashed out of the stable, hooves crunching over the snow. You ran after him, calling his name as the rest of the stable looked on in chaos.

And then he heard it—the sound of bells.

It was the bells he had heard first. The delicate tinkling of your bracelets, clear and familiar, ringing through the snow-covered valley.

Glorfindel had found you.

It had been months since you left, and while the logical choice might have been to wait for your return, Glorfindel’s patience had faltered. At the first clearing of snow, he had set out from Rivendell. If you were in Rohan, he would spend the winter with you.

And there you were, your laughter and bells filling the air.

But as his gaze shifted, his knees nearly buckled.

Standing before him was a colt. A tiny, beautiful Asfaloth neighing in excited greeting. Bells wrapped around the colt’s neck jingled with every delighted prance as Glorfindel knelt to hug his long-lost friend.

“You followed me once again?” Glorfindel whispered, his voice trembling as he knelt before the colt, his arms encircling Asfaloth.

The small steed, now nestled against his chest, let out a soft, contented whinny as Glorfindel buried his face in Asfaloth’s snowy mane.

The bells tied to the colt’s neck jingled faintly with the movement, their merry sound mingling with the shallow breaths of a warrior brought to his knees by the return of his oldest friend.

“You found me,” Glorfindel murmured, his voice breaking as his hand trailed down the colt’s neck. “Even after all this time… you found me.”

Behind Asfaloth, your bracelets jingled similar to Asfaloth's as you ran to meet him. The sight of you and Asfaloth together filled Glorfindel’s heart with a joy he hadn’t felt in ages.

“I thought I’d lost you forever,” Glorfindel whispered. His tears fell freely now, vanishing into Asfaloth’s pristine coat. “But you followed me, as you always have.”

Smiling through the tears shining in his eyes, he cradled Asfaloth closer, his hand stroking the colt’s mane. When you reached him, arms wide, Glorfindel rose to meet you, his golden hair catching the sunlight as you embraced.

“Thank you,” he said hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. “You brought him back to me.”

“In the wake of your begetting day, I fear my present was delayed,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “But it seems you found him by yourself.”

“There is no celebration without you,” he replied, his hand lifting to caress your cheek, flushed from the cold and his nearness. “This is the best present of all. I shall be forever grateful.”

Before either of you could say more, Asfaloth squirmed between you, nudging Glorfindel insistently with his head and making his annoyance at being ignored well-known.

Glorfindel’s hand trembled as he stroked Asfaloth’s mane, his touch gentle yet desperate, as though afraid the colt might vanish if he let go.

“You’re my dearest friend,” he said to the colt, his words cracking under the weight of his emotions. “My brave Asfaloth. You’ve returned to me, and I will never let you go again.”

The colt nickered in response, leaning into Glorfindel’s touch.

Months later ~

Chuckling, Glorfindel reached into his satchel for yet another apple, discreetly feeding it to the colt. “What’s with the bells?” he asked, as though to distract you from his indulgence.

Surrounded by the fresh blooms of spring, you laughed, watching Asfaloth now a lively yearling attempt to stomp on an irritating bee buzzing too close to his hooves.

The memory of his infancy in Rohan came rushing back. The trembling colt, spooked by every shadow and sound, fleeing in a desperate, mad dash.

Whatever sorrow had clung to him, whatever shadow had haunted his young heart, had left him terrified and alone, wandering the dark woods.

The bells had been your idea.

You started small, looping one around his neck, letting it chime softly with every step he took.

The sound startled him at first, but soon, the gentle, repetitive ringing became a companion to his movements. A constant he could rely on.

With time, you tied more bells to his halter and to the saddle as he grew. You ran with him, letting the bells ring in harmony with your laughter, teaching him to associate their sound not with fear but with joy and safety.

The bells became a lullaby of sorts, drowning out the forest and glum world that once weighed on him and masking the harsher sounds of the dark he’d feared.

He stopped flinching at every rustling leaf or snapping twig. Step by step, he grew braver, the chiming bells now a comforting melody that guided him toward home.

But such tales were not to be shared with Glorfindel. This lifetime did not deserve such sorrow.

Instead, you smiled, shaking your wrist so the bells on it chimed in harmony with Asfaloth’s. The colt perked up at the familiar sound, his ears twitching as he trotted closer to nuzzle you.

“He’s such a pretty boy,” you said, stroking Asfaloth’s snowy coat with unabashed fondness. “We just wished to match our beauty.”

Glorfindel laughed, a sound rich and bright, as he slipped an arm around your waist. He tilted his head, gazing at you and Asfaloth with a softness that made your heart flutter.

“You’re both too beautiful for me to bear,” he teased gently, resting his forehead briefly against yours. “How is a simple elf supposed to compete with this?”

You chuckled, the bells jingling again as Asfaloth nudged between you both. Glorfindel turned his attention back to the colt, scratching him behind the ears. “It suits you both perfectly,” he added with a fond smile.

And so it was that Asfaloth, the steed who would one day carry the Ringbearer to Imladris, came to bear the sweet sound of bells

Asfaloth wandered, searching for his master.

He was smaller now, his once-proud form reduced to something frail and unfamiliar. The world seemed vast, darker than he remembered, and far more unkind.

He searched the forests, retracing the steps of his past, the places where he had once woken as a youngling. He had expected to find his master nearby, but the only thing that greeted him was the haunting echo of a distant horn. Startled, he had bolted, fear carrying him into the depths of the unknown.

For weeks, he roamed, driven by a desperate need to find the hidden city, the glimmering sanctuary where his lord resided. His heart clenched with unease at every shadow. When the forest buzzed with life, he would whine softly for his master, unable to keep the yearning at bay. But in the eerie silence of the darker woods, he dared not make a sound, fearful of what might lurk there.

His search came to a halt when he encountered a human.

The man had found him and, against Asfaloth’s will, led him away from his wandering. The human’s presence was strange and unwelcome, but Asfaloth was weary.

His strength had been diminished in this fragile form, and fear gnawed at him, keeping him tethered to the company of the human’s herd.

But he would not forget.

No matter how much time passed, no matter how many comforting gestures the mares or the other humans offered, Asfaloth could not accept their touch. His soul burned with loyalty, and he refused to bow to the men who came to claim him.

He fought them off, biting and rearing. He ran from the mares who tried to soothe him with soft nuzzles. Only one was worthy of that closeness. His master.

And yet, exhaustion wore him down.

One cold morning, the frost nipping at his bones, Asfaloth felt hands combing gently through his mane. Too weary to resist, too tired to keep fighting, he leaned into the touch.

It was warm.

For a moment, he allowed himself to succumb to the comfort, to let go of the ever-present ache in his heart. He had grown so cold, so terribly cold. And he missed his master with every fiber of his being.

Then, a soft sound stilled him. The faint, familiar chime of bells.

He froze, his breath hitching as a scent drifted into his senses, sweet and unmistakable. His heart surged as the scent enveloped him, filling him with a bittersweet hope.

It wasn’t his lord.

But it was you.

You, the one dearest to his master. The companion who had been his lord’s closest friend. The bringer of treats, the gentle presence he had trusted so deeply in the past.

At once, the cold vanished from his heart.

For Asfaloth knew.

He knew that if you were here, then his master could not be far behind. His lord—the one he had been seeking would come.

[sscarletvenus]

the university which administers the Pulitzer prizes is not allowing press on campus, to make sure nobody on-site can document what is happening.

the nypd threatened student journalists qnd their dean with arrest if they leave a building named after Joseph Pulitzer.

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entire new york roads have been closed to traffic so that nobody can prevent the world's largest police force's brutalization of students protesting THEIR tution fres and tax dollars contributing to killing kids.

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HIHIHI! I saw your fall event and was rlly excited >:3

is it okay if i choose "isn't this stuff for kids?" with sanji i hope yoire having a great day/ night!

Isn't This Stuff for Kids - Sanji 🎃

notes - OMG HI! <3 I'm so glad you were excited to see this event, I have had so much fun doing it so far!!! Thanks for the request and what a cute idea!!! I hope you have a lovely fall! Sending so many hugs <3 word count - 219

"Sanji! I'm home!" you opened the door holding dozens of bags.

Sanji peeked over and saw you enter and his eyes lit up before he ran to you. He took a couple of bags from your hands and kissed you on the cheek. "Hello, my love!" he said. "How was your time?"

"It was so much fun!" you said, setting your bags on the floor in your living room. Sanji set down the bags that he took too.

"What did you get?"

You dumped out all the bags and tons of little Halloween goodies fell out: candy, bags with Halloween designs on them, pencils, etc.

Sanji tilted his head at it and slightly giggled. "Isn't this stuff for kids?" he asked.

"No!" you said, almost offended. "Well... I mean yeah, but... I'm making goodie bags for the kids who are gonna come trick or treating."

"I wasn't judging you!" Sanji reassured. "I just haven't seen this kind of stuff in years."

"Do you want to help me make them?" you asked with bright eyes.

"I would love to, y/n. Let me make us some cocoa first." He kissed your cheek and ran off to the kitchen.

You didn't care if this was for kids, it made you happy and you were definitely going to make yourself a bag.

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