#fall event

[chaeneuu]

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                      ꒰ ꒰    hosted by @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 :

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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????

tysm<333333

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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one piece masterlist | pinned post | ko-fi

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.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Masterpost 16

General asks

Skeleton's opinions on Halloween (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's brother is lost in the sauce (UT Papyrus, US Sans, UF Papyrus, HT Papyrus, SF Sans, FSG Sans)

S/O is immortal and is going to outlive skeleton (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton buys a puffy fluffy's pet (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

There's an earthquake (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

All humans die because of an illness (UT characters)

Skeletons brothers are adopting a pet (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O draws something on skeleton's skull while he's asleep (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's brother wakes up as a bitty (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O dies and comes back as a skeleton, but skeleton is in a relationship with someone else now (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Injury prompts event

Fuck dinner we're going to the hospital (HT Sans)

Don't you dare think about leaving this bed (UT Undyne & Alphys)

Stop being dramatic you're not dying (SF Sans & Papyrus)

Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up (HS Papyrus)

I know it hurts (HT Papyrus)

I'm not going to get better. Just kill me and be done with it (FSG Sans)

I love you but I'm not risking kissing you right now (US Papyrus)

You're delirious, you forgot my name today (UF Papyrus)

Was being in the rain worth it? (US Sans)

I know it tastes awful but you need to take your medicine (FSG Sans & Papyrus)

You're shivering, take my jacket (SF Sans)

The way you whine when you're sick is annoyingly endearing (UF Sans)

Please try to bust me out of here I hate hospitals (SF Sans & Papyrus)

Nothing some soup and cuddles can fix (US Papyrus)

You're such a mom (UF Papyrus)

Stop complaining, you did that (UF Sans & Papyrus)

Fall Event

Walking in a graveyard (UT Papyrus & Undyne)

Visiting a haunted house (FSG Sans)

Did you hear that? (HT Sans & Papyrus)

We're definitely lost (US Papyrus)

You look dead (UF Sans & Papyrus)

Please tell me that's fake blood (Killer Sans & DuT Sans)

I think there's someone in the house (SF Sans & Papyrus)

Exploring a corn maze (FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Picking out costumes (UF Papyrus & Undyne)

Trick or treating (UT Asgore)

Watching a scary movie (UF Sans)

Being trapped (D!Papyrus)

Look I dressed up as you (HT Papyrus)

Why do you have so many eggs and toilet paper (Killer Sans)

If I hear pumpkin spice one more time... (SF Sans)

Urban legend (Ink & Error)

If I hear pumpkin spice one more time... (UF Papyrus)

Other things

Gaster is not that smart

Some other memes because why not

Horrortale Sans is a squirrel

My favorite Underfell headcanon

Myfanwi talks

How do I remember which ask I answered

Undyne and Papyrus relationship's future in my Horrortale fanfiction

I found another dog outside

My fanfiction's redflags

[canuckgirltravels]

Pumpkins After Dark Ottawa Walking Tour 🎃

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🍂 Highlights of the Tour:

Walkthrough the spellbinding 3D Pumpkin Maze

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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

[lamemaster]

The Evermoor

Request: Sinister love for Maedhros, especially if it's after his fiery death ~how very SPOOKY~ he'd be scary enough as a ghost, but more terrifying would be if he survived or was resurrected, with his burns.Gosh I love Halloween

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader/ Reader x OC

Genre: Horror

Summary: He was better than ever—but not the same. It was as though the fever had washed away more than just his illness. The man you loved had been replaced by someone—or something—else.

AN: Your prompt is so awesome 😩 I loved writing it too much. Got carried away so now there's another part. I'm sorry if this does not exactly follow your prompt but this was awesome.

Chapter 1| Chapter 2

Next up- Sinister love with Maedhros chapter dos 🤭

You cower, eyes squeezed shut, muscles tense as if trying to melt into the mattress. The darkness feels oppressive, alive, crawling across the room toward you, its presence tangible in the suffocating silence.

Buried under your quilt, your mind drifts toward the closet opposite the bed. Its door, barely cracked open, looms in your vision. A door you distinctly remember forcing shut before slipping beneath the covers. A door that seems to have a will of its own, refusing to remain closed.

The house whispers around you—the creak of brittle wood rising from the old floorboards as if the very bones of the mansion are shifting in the night.

The Evermoor, ancient and untouched, resists the modern makeover your fiancé envisions, its colonial elegance holding tight against time’s slow decay.

For now, the Evermoor stands as it always has—unmoved, unchanged, steeped in shadow.

Most days, Evermoor feels like a distant memory, as if it exists in a realm between the living and the forgotten. Its old stone walls, hidden by evergreens and draped in mist, seem to breathe with the weight of centuries. It sleeps peacefully, exhausted by the passage of its long history.

That was how you first saw it—the slumbering, serene majesty of the Evermoor, drawing both you and Zaid into its mysterious hold. Your fiancé.

The decision to leave Prague had been wild, impulsive, even. Trading the city’s buzzing streets for the quiet of Viscri, nestled in a valley so still it felt like stepping back in time.

Zaid had been enchanted by the sprawling backyard, imagining your two dogs bounding across it, while you found comfort in the damp, earthy scent of the village—like fresh rain mingling with ancient stone.

This was how life unfolded for most people: years spent amid the crowded anonymity of cities, until you find the one person who makes the world slow down. Love follows, fierce and fragile, weathering the storms, if you’re lucky. Then comes the dream of escape, leaving the fast lane for something slower, more peaceful.

Work promotions had helped make that dream possible. The suburban fantasy, a far-off dream for many, had crept into reality with the right person by your side.

Zaid was that person—the flirtatious frat boy you never imagined sticking around. But beneath his charm lay a deep kindness, and that kindness made it impossible not to love him.

Loving Zaid was effortless. He made it so. Flowers left in unexpected places, candlelit dinners, soft words, and grand gestures that melted your heart. He cradled your love with a care that drew you in, little by little, until you couldn’t imagine life without him.

The once-ridiculous international student who convinced you to leave everything behind now sat beside you in Evermoor, slurping ramen as you both debated which floorboards would suit the study best.

A glittering diamond caught the light on your finger. He had proposed three months ago, under the soft light of candlelit shadows. Did you see it coming? Yes. But did you put on an elaborate act of surprise? Absolutely.

Zaid was predictable, but in ways that made you feel safe. He was a man of habit, of routines you had come to cherish. You hadn’t meant to stumble upon the hidden ring. Its hiding place in the unused suitcase had been clever—until one of your friends asked to borrow it.

The ring was magnificent, the kind that sparkled so brightly it drew gasps, making people look twice to make sure it was real.

Had you known what was to come, you would’ve never accepted it. You would’ve sent that suitcase—along with the cursed ring—to the farthest corner of the world.

The ring that stole Zaid away from you. Or was it the Evermoor?

The early days in the mansion had been enchanting. Bright, warm spring afternoons spent poring over floor plans, your future laid out before you. The wedding was to take place at Evermoor, the perfect venue. The house itself felt magical, like it had been waiting for you and Zaid to bring it back to life.

The mansion was a spell you couldn’t resist. It drew you into its labyrinthine halls, its ancient bones whispering secrets as you wandered through its forgotten rooms.

Your freelance work went on hold, and soon you found yourself documenting your journey on YouTube—a simple series on renovating your dream house. While your editing left much to be desired, the vlogs gathered a modest following of 56 subscribers, five of which were Zaid’s accounts.

You couldn’t have imagined then that those mindless videos would become relics, haunting the internet for years to come. Fame would find you, but not in the way you expected.

It all began with a cold. Zaid wasn’t unfamiliar with seasonal colds, and at first, you didn’t think much of it. You joked about him being a "frail Victorian child" wasting away in the manor’s drafty halls.

You expected it to pass, like it always did, with a steady diet of soups, tea, and Vicks humidifiers. Even your doctor friends laughed it off, teasing Zaid as they handed him a lolly for his melodramatic whining.

But as the days dragged on, your laughter grew strained. The cold didn’t break. Zaid grew weaker by the hour, his skin losing color, his energy fading. Nights were filled with his fevered ramblings, his body slick with sweat, twisting beneath the covers.

You stopped the renovations, packed your bags, ready to drag him to the hospital. But Zaid refused. His grip on the Evermoor tightened, as if the house held him captive. His sunken eyes stared at you, forbidding the thought of leaving.

You stayed by his side, your hands clasped in his, pleading with him, crying through sleepless nights as his fever raged on. His brothers flew in from the States, ready to move him to the infirmary. Your aunt stepped in to oversee the Evermoor while you prepared to leave.

And then, overnight, Zaid recovered. His pallid face transformed, flushed with sudden vitality. Every plan to leave vanished in an instant.

He was better than ever—but not the same. It was as though the fever had washed away more than just his illness. The man you loved had been replaced by someone—or something—else.

Zaid’s obsession with restoring Evermoor to its former glory took precedence over everything. The modern renovations you had so carefully planned were tossed aside, replaced by an eerie fixation on the mansion’s past.

His eyes gleamed with an intensity that unsettled you—a brightness that seemed to glow, unnatural, when he caught you staring.

And it wasn’t just you. Hermes and Zeus, once Zaid’s loyal companions, now cowered in his presence. The dogs, who once leapt into his arms, growled or fled when he entered the room. But Zaid remained indifferent, unbothered by their fear.

What disturbed you most was his fixation on the ring. His eyes followed your hand, tracking the diamond wherever it went, but he rarely touched you like he once had. When he did, he avoided the ring, as though afraid of it.

He was like Tantalus—forever reaching for something just out of his grasp.

It was during a quiet afternoon, while absentmindedly scrolling through comments on your YouTube channel, that you stumbled upon it.

A simple comment that stopped you cold.

Tevildoisapookie 5:08 Did anyone notice the elven script on that newspaper? Didn’t expect a Silmarillion crossover with cottagecore, lol.

Confused, you paused the video, your brows knitting together. The paper you had used to cover the windows during the painting of the guest bedroom doors was visible in the frame, covered in scrawled text.

Your fingers hovered over the reply button, hesitation filling you.

LadyofEvermore Can you read what it says?

Chuckling nervously at your own paranoia, you tossed your phone aside and resumed petting Hermes. The dog gave you an annoyed glance, irritated at being woken from his nap.

“I’m sorry, old man,” you muttered, running your fingers through his fur. Slowly, you drifted off, the warm sun lulling you into a shallow sleep.

You woke to the low growls of your dogs. Blinking groggily, you found Hermes and Zeus standing over you, tense and alert, their eyes locked on something across the room.

Your gaze followed theirs and froze. Zaid stood in the doorway, unnervingly still, his eyes gleaming with that strange, unsettling light as he stared back at the dogs.

You quickly gathered the dogs, leading them outside where their tension evaporated as they chased fireflies into the dusk. But as you turned to head back inside, you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

Zaid.

You forced yourself to relax, leaning back into him.

“Pizza okay with you?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly. Zaid nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on your hand, on the ring that sparkled in the fading light.

Later, when you took out your phone to order the pizza, a notification awaited you.

Tevildoisapookie www.reddit.com/r/Quenya/comments/4x2d9k/the_language_Quenya_script_more]

A Reddit user had commented, translating the strange symbols from your video-

SobbingMaia It seems to be a Quenya reiteration of the Oath of Fëanor(a pretty good one) :

Death we will deal him ere Day’s ending, Woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

[angleofmusings]

(only superficial damage)

[tonberry-yoda]

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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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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[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.

at this point it isn't even worth remarking on the sheer horror, the baffling irony of it all.

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.

all of this to... keep investing in an apartheid regime.

Columbia University would rather risk their students getting murdered than divest from genocide...

[falesten-iw]

To Those Who Still Hold Onto a Shred of Morality and Humanity - Stand with Us and Don’t Forget Us.

Over 40,000 lives have been lost, with 70% of them being children and women. Among these numbers are my own family members—many of whom I’ve already lost.

My family, my cousin, aunt, their children, and grandchildren were all directly targeted by Israeli airstrikes. I’m sharing a video of my aunt and cousin to reveal the harsh reality we are facing in Gaza. In this video, my aunt bravely shares her story about how the Israeli army airstruck them along with their children and grandchildren. Even if you don’t understand Arabic, just watching her speak will help you grasp the immense suffering we are enduring in Gaza. You can see the vedeo in this post.

The few family members who remain are in grave danger, and I’m terrified of losing them too. We have a chance to make a real difference and give my 24 surviving family members a chance to live.

In Gaza, jobs are non-existent, and nonprofit organizations like the UN have drastically reduced their work on the ground. Basic necessities such as milk, food, and medicine are almost as expensive as gold. My family is struggling to afford even the essentials, and my mother urgently needs medication that we simply cannot afford.

I’m also sharing another video that shows the daily struggle people face just to get clean water. The suffering here extends far beyond my family; it’s a genocide affecting every aspect of life in Gaza.

Thanks to the generosity of those who have already donated, we’ve raised $535 toward our goal of $190,363- august 17th. I’m deeply grateful to each of you, but we still have a long way to go, and I need your help more than ever. Imagine if it were your family—how would you feel if they were in this situation?

For those who have created special posts or reblogged to amplify my voice, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Your support means everything to me and to my family. If you haven’t yet shared our story, please take just one minute to do so. Your voice could be the lifeline my family desperately needs.

You cannot continue to treat human lives as mere numbers. This is a genocide that demands immediate action. How many more should be killed before you all wake up? Will 40,000 lives be enough to stir us to action? 50,000? 100,000? 150,000?

Asking for donations and charity is something we never imagined having to do in Gaza before the war, and it’s heartbreaking that it has come to this. But if everyone who saw my last post donated just $10 or $20, we could reach our goal in no time. If you’re looking for a way to contribute, consider giving up your coffee, tea, or other “cup” for one day, one week, one month, or anything in between. Then, donate what you would have spent to help me. Please help us and donate now!

This is about more than just donations—it’s about preserving human lives and upholding our shared moral values. Your contribution can make a world of difference in our survival and ensure I don’t lose more of the people I love.

Demanding an end to this suffering is a matter of basic humanity. You cannot remain neutral in the face of such genocide. Please, let’s stand together. Enough is enough.

Every donation, no matter how small, brings us closer to hope and healing. Thank you again for your kindness and support. I will never forget it.

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