#feel free to ask and i'll answer to the best of my ability

[cloudyynebulas]

Hello I want to welcome you to the Cookie Run x reader community and as for my request can you do headcannons of your favorite cookies please

thank you thank you! it's much appreciated :] since no specific game was specified, i'll write out the ancient hero cookies (plus a few beast cookies) for this ask!

i ended up writing a LOT for this one, so apologies if its a little long! as stated in my pinned post, requests are open indefinitely! feel free to send some stuff in my inbox and ill get to writing it asap ^_^

COOKIE RUN: KINGDOM ROMANCE HEADCANONS

[ reader is implied to be gender neutral! ]

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PURE VANILLA COOKIE ;

Pure Vanilla Cookie is incredibly gentle and sweet. He's always there to lend an ear for you, his touch soft and caring with a scent of warm vanilla and soft cream. He'll happily stop whatever he's doing if it means being by your side.

He's an Ancient Hero, so he carries plenty of responsibilities, but his typical busy schedule does not come in the way of being around you - and as mentioned above, he's fully willing to stop what he's doing to be there for you, especially if you need comfort.

Very very affectionate, but always makes sure you're comfortable with being hugged or held in the moment before he makes any moves. He wants you to be comfortable.

Plants a whole room full of flowers in his kingdom just for you. He'll ask you what kind of flowers you love most, and the next thing you know, you'll see a whole bunch of them planted in a greenhouse, and tons more in different vases and bouquets around the castle.

Whenever you're wounded, Pure Vanilla Cookie is by your side within seconds. As an exceptional healer, his light magic soothes your wounds and fills up cuts, stopping anymore runaway jam from escaping your cuts and bruises. He's incredibly gentle with his work, so very rarely do you wince or clench your teeth in pain - and in the case that does happen, he's quick to apologize and make sure you're alright.

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HOLLYBERRY COOKIE ;

Hollyberry Cookie is incredibly outgoing and energetic - always full of life and passion. She's the life of the party, and whether or not you're more extroverted or introverted, she's fully understanding and makes sure that you're always having a good time to the best of her ability.

The Hollyberry Kingdom is typically always packed, filled with laughter and berry juice - a smell that you grow accustomed to very quickly. Her kingdom is very well known for parties and get-togethers, so it's not often that the marble halls of magentas and cream are silent. It can get a little overwhelming, but Hollyberry often spends most of her time at these parties with you, and when she notices you're getting overwhelmed, she takes you to a quieter part of the castle.

Just like with Hollyberry, Wildberry Cookie is very much by your side often. His stoic posture and serious nature can be a bit intimidating at times, but he's incredibly caring and deeply cares for your well-being, just as he cares for Hollyberry's. Any Cookie that Queen Mother carries a deep love for is someone that Wildberry will protect no matter what.

He gives you both personal space when needed, guarding the two of you with an iron fist (quite literally). Expect your protection and safety to be rather high, as Hollyberry Cookie would never let anything happen to you. Her famous shield can protect you from any attack, and she's fully willing to throw herself into danger if it means keeping you safe and out of harms way.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie is well-aware of this relationship between you and Hollyberry Cookie, and Hollyberry has made it very clear that the dragon is not to bring you into harms way - or they'll have to answer to her shield, and she won't spar with them anymore. The red dragon will merely grumble incoherent nonsense, but will abide by these rules at the end of the day.

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GOLDEN CHEESE COOKIE ;

You're her favorite treasure, no doubt about that. You are one of her greediest desires, and not a single misfortune should ever befall you so long as the radiant queen has you in her sight. Golden Cheese Cookie spoils you rotten, and every time you might insist that you don't need anymore gifts, she merely laughs and you get even more.

She spreads out her wings and will lift you up, gliding through the skies of the desert, the wind breezing up against both of you as you two would soar high into the skies, getting an absolute gorgeous view of the desert, the cheesebirds, and the horizon off in the distance.

Mozzarella Cookie absolutely makes bets between Smoked Cheese Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie when it comes to the relationship of you and Golden Cheese Cookie. She playfully teases both of you, and finds the relationship absolutely adorable.

You want something? You get it. There's not a single thing that Golden Cheese Cookie can't get her greedy hands on - every single one of your desires will be fulfilled, just as she fulfills the desires of her most treasured subjects. Everyday of your life is essentially paradise, and she'll stop at nothing to make you happy.

After the Dark Flour War, if she lost you - she would be destroyed. Losing her kingdom, her precious subjects, Burnt Cheese Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie and Mozzarella Cookie .. and you. Her hands holding up the small remains of her kingdom in defeat.

But she would never let you go. Never let anything that was hers disappear without a trace. She'll create the Virtual Golden City, like the war never happened. She'll be able to see you again - not as a bunch of cookie crumbs, but as the walking, talking, you. She'll salvage everything she can of those she treasured most, and this time - she won't lose you. Never again.

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DARK CACAO COOKIE ;

Dark Cacao Cookie is very serious - a cookie known and revered for his blade, where the two dragons remain sealed. His resolution is great, yet so is his love for you. He's not naturally very soft or calm, so such moments are a rarity, but that does not bother you.

Living in such freezing cold temperatures is something you always struggled adjusting to, but Dark Cacao Cookie does everything in his power to keep you warm and safe within the walls of his kingdom. Whenever the two of you must trudge through the snow, he keeps you close, his warmth keeping the two of you warm through the treacherous environment.

Caramel Arrow Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie are very devoted to their king, and seeing him smile at the sight of you warms their hearts greatly. They usually spend time hanging out around you and the three of you often hang out whenever Dark Cacao Cookie must attend to his duties, which leaves you at the mercy of their playful teasing.. that usually ends in a trip to get boba.

After the Dark Flour War, his decline and isolation in his kingdom broke your heart. You tried, desperately, to bring back that resolve in his heart, but there was not much you could do. The damage had been done, and his friends were separated - and all of Earthbread felt the repercussions.

Gingerbrave and friends brought back that spark within him, and you reassured him that you'd never leave his side. Not now, not ever. He may have lost his way, but that didn't make you love him any less. Dark Cacao Cookie had always been faced with burden, and through the many years, he's always supported you - and now it was your turn to support him.

He's incredibly protective over you. Anything that dares threaten you will be put to an end with a swift strike of his sword. Whether it's Stormbringer Cookie's Heaven Splitter, or it's Mystic Flour Cookie's trickery, nothing will bring you harm when he is around. Especially after his awakening, he is now stronger than ever - and no shred of darkness will be able to come your way.

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WHITE LILY COOKIE ;

Similar to Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken. She's intelligent, curious, and very powerful. She's often on her own path, with you by her side, going from kingdom to kingdom. Unlike her dearest friends, she didn't have her own kingdom - choosing to roam the land rather than stopping and settling down.

The two of you roam the world together, with almost every inch of Crispia having been seen by the two of you - walking side by side. Searching in every nook and cranny for answers to White Lily's biggest question: Why were cookies created?

You wouldn't lie and say that such a question piqued your interest as well. White Lily Cookie wanted to see the witches, and from the endless amounts of research that the two of you conducted over the years, you both discovered the event known as the Night of the Witches, held once in a thousand years.

White Lily Cookie was very adamant on getting to this banquet - and was overjoyed when you agreed to come with her. The two of you eventually arrived to Beast-Yeast, where, after saving Silverbell Cookie, you both were welcomed into the Faerie Kingdom and became very good friends with Elder Faerie Cookie.

You and White Lily Cookie settled in the Faerie Kingdom longer than most other places you both would stop at momentarily to gather bearings, before continuing the journey. During these moments of standstill, White Lily Cookie was often seen with her hand intertwined with yours - both of you walking side-by-side, always and forever.

You both would be cooped up in libraries, reading large scrolls and ancient texts together. On the occasions when the two of you weren't researching, you'd be strolling the Faerie Kingdom with her and talking with the other Faerie Cookies, or standing on the wooden bridge dressed in flowers - watching the river water run through softly.

The Night of the Witches was the last time you saw White Lily Cookie for a long time. You awoke late that night, only to realize that White Lily Cookie was gone, with nothing but a small note left behind in her spot. Her note was written in her delicate handwriting, where she apologized for leaving without you - promising to return.

She didn't want you to be put in danger.

Elder Faerie Cookie did everything he could to comfort you as the days went by - with no sign or message of White Lily Cookie's return.

When the Dark Flour War commenced, all you could do was watch the chaos unfold with horror - as Dark Enchantress Cookie's terror wrecked havoc all throughout Earthbread. You didn't know what the feeling was - but just from the glimpses of Dark Enchantress Cookie you could see, you knew that it was her.

The glass casket that was once empty was suddenly filled with an unconcious White Lily Cookie - who was no longer truly herself. Now, she was merely half a cookie. With no way of awakening her without the Light of Freedom, you spent countless days protecting her casket, hoping for the day that she might return.

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SHADOW MILK COOKIE ;

ohhhh boy. this one's a doozy.

Shadow Milk Cookie is extreeeemly clingy. For an Ancient Cookie who was once baked to be the Virtue of Knowledge, he knows everything about you. Of course, this Knowledge is twisted by the fact that his very existence has been distorted into what is now the Beast of Deceit, meaning that he is incredibly unpredictable.

Due to his clinginess, it's very often that his embrace is wrapped around you. Whether it's a sudden hug, your hands being yanked as you're suddenly forced into a dance - a serenade between you both, or his puppeteer strings keeping you locked in place so that you can't leave his side, Shadow Milk Cookie doesn't hesitate to keep you near him at almost all time, whenever he can.

If the two of you had met prior to his fall into darkness, he was one of the most caring, understanding Cookies you knew. But that Cookie you once knew was long gone, now replaced with a twisted version of himself. His morality and ideals gone with a flick of a wrist.

Try as you might to get away, there's nowhere on Earthbread where Shadow Milk Cookie cannot find you. When he's got his sights on you, it's over. There's really nothing you can do. The only moments of peace you would've ever received were during the countless years the Beasts were sealed away into the Silver Tree.

Your friends, such as Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily Cookie, and Gingerbrave, would do everything in their power to keep you safe, which Shadow Milk Cookie only finds annoying. These lowly thieves and weakling Cookies attempting to keep him from his beloved? Such blasphemy! The only thing he finds mildly entertaining about it is seeing his favorite marionette protecting his beloved - you.

Candy Apple Cookie most definitely listens in to his long, looong tangents about you. The way he compliments and adores everything about you, from your dough, your eyes, your clothes, everything about you is flawless to him. When he'd been sealed away in the Silver Tree, he longed to see your face again - it'd just been sooo long!

The guy loves theatrics. Especially when it comes to making cardboard cutouts and acting out in dazzling plays - and it's very clear where the favoritism lies. Those who Shadow Milk Cookie considers his friends are clearly drawn with detail and precision, while those he despises are drawn poorly, messily - meant to insult and mock.

Yours, however, is drawn with such meticulous detail, down to every last drop of color, just like his. When he acts out these plays, your puppet and his are always together - with his best vocal impression of you aweing Shadow Milk Cookie, boosting his own ego. All you can do is watch in disbelief at this so-called 'fictitious' play, while your friends silently pity you.

Definitely haunts your dreams, similarly to how he haunts Pure Vanilla Cookie's. You're not quite sure how he does it, but with how powerful he is and with his strength growing day by day, it's safe to say that you get less and less hours of sleep as the nights go on. Though, you can't stay awake forever - and when you fall asleep, he'll be there.

You can't get away from him. Trying to run away only results in blue puppet strings dragging you right back to him, where he scolds you for going "off-script". He finds your attempts at escaping entertaining, so he allows it to happen - letting you get that briefest glimpse of hope, only to snatch you up in his hands and shatter that glimmer of light you'd been clinging onto, dragging you back into the darkness with him.

There's nowhere to run. You're his, and his alone, till the end of time.

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BURNING SPICE COOKIE ;

...this guy is really scary.

Burning Spice Cookie is known as the Great Destroyer, merciless and vile. He crushes hundreds of Cookies and other Wild Spices who dare even look in his direction the wrong way. Everything to him is meaningless and boring, things that will be inevitably destroyed. It's all a pointless cycle of rise and fall.

But you are a loophole in this cycle. He's not too sure what makes you so special .. or why his eyes light up in a firey passion when he sees you, some random Cookie who should've been reduced to ashes in the sand within seconds of being spotted by the Great Destroyer himself. He can't quite put his finger on it, but his mind races just at the sight of you.

With how he is, upfront and demanding, he wastes no time catching you. With his army of Wild Spices and his general, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, you are quickly overwhelmed and outnumbered by many. Try as much as you can to run away and hide, you will be caught.

Burning Spice Cookie enjoys the thrill of the chase, the little game of hide and seek he plays with you as he and his entire army hunt you down, but his excitement is only satisfied when you are finally caught, thrown onto the sand in front of him, left at his complete mercy.

You are taken to his temple, and are kept under constant surveillance by him and Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, with you next to him at all costs. Any attempts at escape are practically impossible, and with his sheer strength, you wouldn't dare test such dangerous waters.

Very clingy, similar to Shadow Milk Cookie. His grip is incredibly strong, and just the slightest bit of strength would easily shatter your dough - but, surprisingly enough, Burning Spice Cookie knows to be gentle with a frail Cookie such as yourself. Every move and every thing you say feels like you're constantly walking on eggshells.

One wrong move, and you could be crumbs. Burning Spice Cookie is not opposed to threatening you with such words, knowing that your fear will keep you complicit, make you cower and not dare to think of the slightest possibility of escaping.

His chuckles of victory over this little game between you and him are all that echo within the walls of his temple as he sits on his throne, with you by his side, always.

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MYSTIC FLOUR COOKIE ;

Mystic Flour Cookie is incredibly interesting and isn't like the other Beasts. She sees all things as utterly futile, and how everything is doomed to crumble and fade away as time passes on. She merely brings upon a quick, swift end to suffering Cookies, letting them pass on to be free of all burden.

Yet, through her countless years of existing, fulfilling the wishes and desires of all Cookies to the point of trapping herself within a cocoon, she never thought that she, herself, would have another wish beyond her goals of the world turning to pale flour.

Her goals remain the same, only now, she wants you to be with her as the world eventually crumbles to nothing but colorless flour. The two of you standing over the remains of a once broken world, the two of you as the sole survivors, the last remaining Cookies to walk Earthbread. Together, you both will fade into nothingness.

A perfect, peaceful end the two of you will share. But until her goals are truly fulfilled, you and her have eternity to prepare for that moment.

You may not agree with her ideals, but it does not matter to her. You will eventually see the truth, the futility of it all, and come to terms with her morals and beliefs - and be with her. Cloud Haetae Cookie will sing of her praises, filling your head with doubt and confusion about which side is truly the good side.

For Mystic Flour Cookie, she has existed since the dawn of Earthbread, alongside the other Beast Cookies - yet no Cookies have fascinated her more than you. She can only smile as you so desperately try to flee and escape your destiny, but in the end, you will understand.

She can wait till the end of time. You'll come running back to her in the end.

[suranastair]

Selph Surana 🪽

🔹 Age || 22/23 🔹 Lineage || Elf 🔹 Origin || Circle Mage 🔹 Pronouns || She/Her 🔹 Identity || Bisexual (male-leaning) 🔹 Class || Mage 🔹 Specialization(s) || Blood Mage, Arcane Warrior, Battle Mage 🔹 Romance || Alistair 🔹 Besties || Zevran, Leliana, & Anders 🔹 Frenemies || Wynne & Velanna

*The last pic was a commission from @whoisnotmyname and I'm forever grateful I got to work with them to bring my favorite oc and ship to life 💖

[kokodrawings]

Loving and learning a lot from your art! do you have any speed draws you have posted please? I'm trying to make my art more buttery

Hi hi, thank you!! 🥹💖💖

I’m afraid I don’t have any speed drawings around. I’ve tried to make one once or twice in the past using a screen recorder app, but my drawing process is chaotic at best: open photoshop, start painting, get distracted, open youtube/spotify/twitter/discord, go back to painting… it ended being a big mess, and my editing skills are 0 lol. Plus, sometimes, I take days or even weeks to finish a drawing, so yeah… I’m not the best at making speed drawings since I’m not particularly speedy xD (artober being an exception!)

About my art… I’m not sure what you mean by “buttery”… as in “rich/colourful”? I can say that I like using hard brushes and am not a big fan of the airbrush, and that textured brushes are the GOAT and can make your drawing pack more of a punch! I also like to use a lot of different colors: are you colouring skin? Throw there some green, purple and blue tones along with the reds and browns! Same with everything!

Try different brushes and colors, mess around, have fun! And don't worry about making every little detail perfect, it won't matter once the whole thing is finished :D

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Tower Scrolls

prompt: during the Siege of Eregion, Elrond barters for his fiancé's life, and her life's work.

pairing: Elrond x intended!female!reader

fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power

word count: 4.1k+

note: brain go wonky, don't take this too serious

warnings: we got angst! we got drama! we got spoilers! i think it's more hurt and comfort, but to each their own! there's cursing, character injury, canon-complicit character death, blood, depiction of abuse and torture, violence, is this a reader insert? i don't know anymore, but i think so. oneshot, filler, very abrupt ending.

Fire rained from the sky. Ash snowed on once white-sand buildings. Tension permeated the air. Blood irrigated soil.

Eregion was under attack.

Elves screamed in despair, Orcs snarled from outside the city walls, and no matter where you turned, you were trapped in this never ending barrage of violent misfortune. To the best of your ability, you manned the city walls and ordered the citizens of Eregion to find shelter, tunnel out of the city, or pick up arms and fight - fight for their homes, their families, their lives.

It was nearly a natural succession of power after dedicating majority of your life to Eregion and Lord Celebrimbor; a common presence, friendly face, such an outstanding ally that few hesitated to take your command. Yet you were met with resistance, some Elves rejecting your orders in favor of this "Annatar, Lord of Gifts," apparently sent from the Valar themselves to aid Celebrimbor in his creative work. They thought he was Lord of Eregion now, and since you were loyal to the previous Lord - who Annatar claimed had lost his ever sharp mind - you were looked upon with the same frown.

So, you did the only thing you thought you could do.

You protected your Lord, almost to the extent of your life. Too many had already fallen, you refused to follow; insisting on remaining with Lord Celebrimbor for the duration of his efforts so long as Annatar was in Eregion. The immortal being wasn't keen on the idea, but Celebrimbor was much soothed around you - so, he agreed, on the condition that your Lord finish his work on the Nine Rings.

After escaping before, Annatar thought the best suited idea would be to chain Lord Celebrimbor to his work bench; knowing you did not have the means to break him free and feeling it was a safe move. However, as you witnessed, the will of the Lord of Eregion was by far stronger than that of The Deceiver.

"I cannot!" You begged your Master. "No, you will not ask this of me! The audacity you possess - "

"You must!" Celebrimbor insisted, taking your cheeks in hand to smush your lips in a pucker. "Listen to me - listen! You have always known right from wrong, but now is not a time for rationality, it's a time for action. He mustn't get the Rings, I need you to run with them. Run away - far, far away from here, use the tunnels - "

"I will not abandon you," you snarled, "nor will I abandon this city, not while she still stands!"

"This is bigger than us, bigger than Eregion," Celebrimbor tried to convey his severity, forcing the Rings in your hand - but you were stubborn. For all the traits he loved, he despised your pigheadedness the most - despite admiring it once upon a time. So, he managed to convince you to cut just his thumb off after originally asking you to take the whole hand so the cuff could slide off, but he downgraded to just his digit for the same desired effect.

"Go," you begged him, tears in your eyes as you wrapped his hand with a clean(ish) cloth to staunch the bleeding. "Go, please, before He returns. Do not look back, my Lord."

"Come with me - "

"I'll hold Him off to give you more time. Now, go. Go!"

It wasn't easy, but Celebrimbor left you behind. No sooner had you confirmed his escape did Annatar return; surveying the workshop and you with sinister eyes.

"Where is he?"

"With luck? Far from here. With hope? Even past that," you answered, stood in the middle of the room - looking as if nothing could phase you. All a lie, of course, but Sauron didn't need to know you were close to pissing your pants out of sheer intimidation. "So... You're Him? I have to admit," you gestured at him, "it's a bit of a let down."

"I have many names - "

"Oh, spare me the personal lore all of Middle-earth knows," you snipped, offering a stale look. "You need a new story."

However, Sauron smirked and circled you, taunting, "I know you know where he went. I know you know where the Rings are, too."

"Then have a look in my mind, see for yourself," you smirked back, "go ahead and see that I purposefully did not ask and my Lord did not tell. Go on, if you do not believe me, have a look and know you are wrong - " You were cut off by your own gasp when Sauron's eyes rolled before he brandished a sword to pierce through your foot and into the floor.

"Where. Is. He?" Sauron seethed in your face; hot breath fanning the fly away hairs.

"Away from you," you managed to grit, the sword in too deep to yank free by yourself. "You'll never find them," you laughed without humor when Sauron's anger got the best of him; storming through the workshop, tearing it apart, searching in vain for Nine Rings that were not there. In his anger, you obtained a series of fresh blemishes as he threw anything he could to the sound of your amusement.

Yet any glimmer of hope in your chest was doused, all traces of faith and humor vanishing when guards lead Celebrimbor back into the workshop; discovering the destroyed forge and you, pinned by a bloody foot in the midst. You couldn't move from your place as the guards surrounded Sauron with the intention to apprehend him, yet you saw the threat before anyone else. You begged the guards, your kin, your brethren, to back away, to take your Lord and flee! You begged them to run. You begged them to listen, to hear you!

But it was too late.

Sauron turned your people on one another and had them slaughter each other before disposing of the final guard himself. You screamed at Celebrimbor to run, nearly tearing the blade through bone as you attempted to reach for the man who had taught you your entire life. The man who gave you a chance. The man who built you a home. The man who introduced you to your intended. The man you loved like a father.

But Sauron's grasp extended to all.

Celebrimbor was beaten senseless, the Dark Lord trying to pry information about the Nine from him by any means. Yet your Lord did not budge... And that's when Sauron turned to you. "Please, no! Don't! She doesn't know anything! I swear, please, spare her!" Celebrimbor pleaded when Sauron ripped the sword from your foot before knocking you to your knees; bowstring pulled back, arrow armed and aimed at your calf. "She doesn't know amything!" Celebrimbor screamed as your first tear fell.

"But you do," Sauron narrated, loosing the arrow into your flesh. You tried to subdue your screams, but the immortal took to alternating between shooting you and Celebrimbor with arrows; though his struck lethally, yours struck painfully. To Sauron, you were a plaything; a token to negotiate with, attempting to withdraw information by offering you harm, thinking it was enough to break Celebrimbor.

He was mistaken.

You panted as blood dribbled from the corner of your mouth, wincing as Sauron's boot came down on your knee; smearing his heel into an open wound with you flat on your back. "She... She doesn't know," Celebrimbor tried again. "She is... She's the Lady of Eregion now, and I would not curse her with such a burden as you have me!"

"Oh, a promotion?" Sauron mused, glancing at you - but you saw his underlying desperation.

"Eregion is no more," you whispered, head lulling on the floor to meet Celebrimbor's eyes and smile sadly. Blood lined your teeth. "It would've been the honor of my life should I have been able to defend your city, my Lord."

"Our city."

"How touching," Sauron's eyes rolled.

"She doesn't know," Celebrimbor repeated in anger.

"I know," Sauron nodded, "I looked in her mind. Still, the bond between you is greater - perhaps, you'd be more inclined to share with her?"

"He'd never," you chuckled in delirium, "he'd never sacrifice this world for the likes of you." Another arrow thumped into your shoulder, making you groan as Sauron angrily tossed the bow aside. Fearing your life was soon to be extinguished, you whispered, "I-I'm so sorry, my Lord. I failed you."

"No, do not say such a thing," Celebrimbor insisted, Sauron stalking over you before squatting in front of the Elven smith, "for it is I who failed you..."

Sauron sighed, sounding condescending yet soft as he reached over to stroke Celebrimbor's cheek, "Look what you have done to yourself."

You didn't care for his poisoned words, knowing your time was limited - just like Celebrimbor's. Yet the Dark Lord tried one last tactic: mercy. He promised to end your joint suffering should the location of the Nine be revealed. Your Lord was defiant still. So, Sauron tried gaslighting, and when that didn't work, he begged, "Please."

Still, it did not work and Celebrimbor affirmed his time was ending... So, naturally, after he plucked up a spear, Sauron threatened, "There are ways of keeping you both alive." In Sindarin, he added, "Friend." To the look of horror on Celebrimbor's bloody face, Sauron offered, "Must I show you my mastery of that craft as well?"

"'Craft'?" Your Lord chuckled ruefully. Then he spat, "Your only craft is treachery. So pure, it shall betray the very hand that forges it."

Sauron stepped over your limp, bleeding form too casually, quietly seething, "Your words are empty."

"No," Celebrimbor insisted, sitting himself up slightly. "No, hear me. Hear me!" Your dimming eyes widened as your Lord found his feet, back against the stone pillar he had once slumped against as support. "Shadow of Morgoth! Hear the dying words of Celebrimbor! With only Y/N, Lady of Eregion as witness!" You didn't move, you couldn't... You were defeated, you knew there was no way Sauron would let you leave this tower alive. So, you listened and bore witness for as long as you were capable of doing so. "The Rings of Power shall destroy you. And in the end, I foresee one alone shall prove your," he shouted, "utter ruin!"

"NO!" You screamed when Sauron turned, shouting in anger as he strode over you and stabbed Celebrimbor with his spear. You could only watch in fearful disgust as the Dark Lord, still in fair form, hoisted the Lord of Eregion up the stone pillar as if a flag on a pole.

Celebrimbor was in obvious pain, mouth agape, blood dribbling from his slathered lips. Sauron's words were still heard despite the low, quiet register, "You're wrong. I am their Creator." He growled, "I am their Master!"

"No," Celebrimbor's head shook as if pitying the immortal. "You are their... Prisoner. Sauron, Lord..." He trailed as his life's light was snuffed, "of the Rings."

You let your grief manifest in tears, watching as Celebrimbor's eyes found yours - conveying his goodbye as he mouthed one last apology... Then deflating as his soul, as promised, vacated this form to return to the shores. You didn't voice your note of Sauron's single tear, just staring at your Lord in disbelief - until the Dark Lord planted the end of his spear to the ground, staking Celebrimbor above all.

"N-No, no, wait!" You begged, trying to turn over onto your stomach to pull yourself across the ground. "No, please, please, take him down - get him down from there! Please, do not - do not leave him up there!" You cried out as arrow shafts were irritated back to life, reaching blindly - helplessly - upward as if you could reach the Lord of Eregion from his hoist.

Sauron watched you for a moment, the Orcs heard marching up the tower. With a swift swing of his leg, Sauron kicked your jaw - effectively knocking you out and overturning your body to your back; splayed out as if on display... Similar, but not akin, to Celebrimbor - whose pooling blood soaked into your gown.

Through your unconsciousness, Sauron eventually ordered Eregion be razed to the ground, every Elf slaughtered, and the Elven leaders be brought before him - unharmed. He gave specific instruction for every scroll in Celebrimbor's workshop to be torched; his way of punishing you for your insolence over supporting and protecting Celebrimbor.

When you awoke, the tower was quiet. You stiffly lifted your hand to your jaw; rubbing it tenderly, letting your sight refocus and being acutely aware of every feeling in your body.

"Fuuuuuuuck," you whimpered, trying to sit up but being unable due to protruding arrows. You went limp again, feeling a single twinge of anger you had to wake up because your eyes caught sight of and stared at Celebrimbor.

You failed...

You gasped shrilly when hands seized your upper arms and heaved; lugging you over the shoulders of two Orcs as a third swiped at the arrows to break them in the most painful way possible. Considering their brutish nature, you would've thought they'd have lopped your head off and moved along - but instead, they began carrying you towards the door.

"Wha-What's happening?" You asked through a slur, feet dragging under you, spying one of the Orcs gathering scrolls and tomes you spent your life writing alongside Celebrimbor in their dirty arms. "Wait - wait - what're you doing? What're you doing!?"

"Quiet!" An Orc snarled, dropping the hilt of his dagger to the soft part of the base of your head where it connected to your neck. You were silent out of sheer pain.

Down the tower you were drug, brought into the devastated courtyard where Orcs snarled at you from all sides; the two that carried you dropping you on your shattered knees. You were held at knifepoint as Orcs streamed from the tower and dropped your scrolls and tomes in several different piles a short distance away. Head injury caused your sight to blur in and out, but you knew what they were doing... What they intended.

"Please, please, don't do this," you whimpered, hearing several Orcs laugh. "No... No, no, no, no, please! Don't - " You had no more fight as collectively, your records were so extensive that several piles were made, few set ablaze.

All around you, Elves were slaughtered mercilessly, bodies left behind where they fell; the sounds of the city dying with them as the Orcs ran out of the innocent lives to claim. You could only watch. Before you, the Orcs tossed banded lassos around the decorated statue of Faenor, evident their desecration knew no bounds.

Yet hope sparked... The blade at your neck tightening when you perked up upon seeing several Orcs leading few saved Elves into the courtyard - your fiancé one of them.

"Elrond!" You cried, the Orc snarling a hiss as the hand in your hair yanked back. You struggled to the point of blood draw when Elrond's sight casted on you - trying to escape his captors, but being held back.

"Y/N!" He called back, the High King Gil-galad at his side and finding you amongst the rubble, too. The King muttered something you couldn't hear, but to Elrond, he understood the Sindarin word: wait.

"Hey!" You snapped, blade drawing a line of blood from your neck; pressure mounting as he pressed closer. You growled in annoyance.

Faenor toppled to the ground, shattering the heart of any Elf left to witness - Orcs mounting him, ravaging for hidden and seen treasures. With Gil-galad, Elrond, and other survivors, the Orcs moved inward as if to ensure the Elves had a front row viewing to the incineration of their culture.

"Y/N," Gil-galad called to attention, earning several snarls and hisses, "where is Lord Celebrimbor?"

"Dead," you whimpered, Orc growling at you in reprimand.

Elrond's eyes swept over the scene and swiftly understood the impending doom. The largest of the scroll piles was before the Elves now, an Orc pacing around it with his torch alight, tears down your cheeks as you couldn't look away as if in a trance you did not realize.

"No, Uruk! No!" Elrond begged when the Orc went to drop the flame; you struggling against your captor, both hands around his meaty wrist.

"No!" Gil-galad's beg echoed around you.

"That is the full record of Celebrimbor's works," Elrond tried to make the Orcs understand potential ramifications. "The wisdom of all who ever dwelt in this place, all accounted by the Lady Y/N, whose work cannot be found outside Eregion! Its value is beyond jewels or even blood! Take our lives," Elrond gestured to himself and the King, you struggling again on horridly abused knees, "but leave it be, I beg you."

Perhaps you were far too used to people listening when your fiancé spoke because you eagerly sat forward best you could while thinking perhaps the Orcs would listen to Elrond. Imagine your acute and heavy despair when the Orc laughed manically and turned to shove the torch into the bundle of fragile parchment. "NO!" You sobbed uselessly, watching the last of your life's work go up in flame.

You fought against the Orc's grip as Gil-galad snarled, "Cowardly traitors!"

"You fucking bastards!" Your head reared back to (painfully - nobody wins with a headbutt) break the Orc's nose. He released you as other Orcs were wrestling Gil-galad to the ground, able to pick up a blade and take out three too-close enemies.

It was the first time Elrond heard such language fall from your lips, but all he could register was the Orc punching you in the jaw in an attempt to subdue you - blood spitting to the side, seemingly darkening a bruise already blooming. He's never felt such rage.

Elrond fought with his bare hands; elbowing the Orcs behind him, punching the ones before him, fighting to get closer to you. He got ahold of a torch, screaming in white-hot anger as he set the Orc that hit you ablaze; dropping the torch and taking you into his embrace.

"My love," he breathed in your ear, able to peck your cheek just as the snarling Orcs forcefully ripped you out of his arms. "No, no!" He tried to reach out for you, but both were wrangled in.

"Please, don't! NO! No, no, no!" You gasped when Elrond was taken in custody, yet it wasn't you who saved him.

Another Orc reminded, "No! Lord Sauron wanted their leaders unharmed."

"Well, what about her? She looks injured," A different Orc growled, jostling your shoulder and pointing his dagger at your throat. Elrond was forced to his knees as you were, facing one another.

"Lord Sauron did that, said to discipline her should she resist," the Orc answered in a hiss, others shoving more Elves into the courtyard - including Arondir from the battlefield. A blade was held to Elrond's throat as your head bowed in the heat of the bonfire; being ripped up by your hair and forced to turn to watch the flames. The Orcs noticed the pair of you seemingly cared more about the literature than your lives, so, they thought you should relish in this moment.

So Elrond was held in a similar position, but his sight was on you; watching you crumple into despair while more Orcs tossed the last of the scrolls into the flames. Your life, since a youthful student, had been spent intermittently in Eregion under the care of Lord Celebrimbor, whom you thought of as an adoptive father, learning heraldry. He let you work at his side, keeping accurate, detailed record of his philosophies, ideas, processes, and creations for the histories. Yet, now, they wafted into the air as ash - lost to this Age, never to be recovered or duplicated or seen again.

Once more, you dropped your head, earning a backhand to the temple. Gritting your teeth, you let the Orc force your head up but shut your eyes tightly, defiantly; hearing their breathing turn ragged. "Cut her eyelids open!" An Orc barked.

"That's not what Lord Sauron said," another seethed with refusal.

"She's resisting!"

An Orc scoffed and stabbed your thigh with a dagger, eyes flying open as you gasped in pain. "There! See!" It laughed, holding you in a chokehold as tears leaked down your cheeks. Elrond struggled and shuddered against his captors, hating the sight of you dismantling yourself emotionally, but to witness your abuse, he hated more.

Then, from a short distance, a horn bellowed.

"Dwarves!" King Gil-galad identified, the Elves rejuvenated by the surprise (and delayed) arrival of aid. In tandem, they began to resist; yourself included by ripping the dagger from your thigh and driving it into your captor's ribs; praying flesh came too when the blade was ripped free.

He grunted and shoved you forward onto your chest and hands, able to flop over to watch your approaching demise - only to discover Elrond surging up to the Orc and snapping its neck with his bare hands.

"Elrond!" You gasped when the Orc fell to the side... Dead.

"C'mere," the half-Elf you intended to marry panted, reaching down to yank you onto your bloody feet; catching you on his chest when your weight buckled. "I got you, I've got you, love, you're safe," he whispered, hoisting you into his embrace before turning for the stream of Dwarves. "Durin!" He greeted jovially.

But when the Dwarf turned, it wasn't the ginger prince Elrond knew like a brother. The dark haired Dwarf heaved a sigh, informing, "The Prince... Is in mourning," before rushing off into the fray.

"'Mourning'?" You repeated in a daze. "Over Disa?"

"His father, perhaps?" Elrond guessed, tightening his arms to lift you and turn away from an Orc rushing forward. He blocked the enemy's advance, trying to keep secure hold of you - leaving an opportunity for you to use the last of your strength to drive your dagger (still in hand) into the Orc's throat. "Good girl," Elrond praised as the creature fell, panting from exhaustion. "Can you still fight?"

"I can barely stand on my own, Elrond," you whimpered, gripping his neck and shoulders in a vice grip to remain upright.

He nodded, "Right." With a sniffle, he lifted you again and rushed for an alcove, depositing you in rubble before caressing your face. "How bad?" He asked softly.

"Enough."

"Let me see - "

"Elrond, there's no time," you snatched his hands when he attempted to reach for your skirt, "the city is under attack, it's falling to Sauron - you need to help them. Go, go fight."

"I won't leave you."

Your ears rang with the same words you told Celebrimbor.

"You have to, this is bigger than any of us," you repeated what you'd been told.

"Elrond!" Gil-galad was heard calling, Arondir appearing in the mouth of the alcove.

"Over here!"

When the High King arrived, he paused to take in the sight of the pair of you. "Good," he panted, "you're both alive. The Dwarves are aiding our escape, we must leave now... The city is fallen," he directed at you.

"You should all go," you sniffled.

With confusion, Elrond snapped, "Without you?"

"I've business to see to in the tower."

"The tower will fall," Arondir explained, slowly lowering to a squat to put himself on your level. "Whatever you think is left is lost, my Lady."

"Celebrimbor's in there. I was taken before I could get him down."

"'Down'?" Gil-galad repeated, "What does that mean?"

Tears filled your eyes, telling the trio what Sauron did to you and your Lord; the King insisting hope was lost and it was time to go. "I cannot walk," you whispered, shaking your head, "and my injuries surpass - "

"I will carry you," Elrond rushed, holding your cheek gently, "I will not leave you behind."

"No... She will walk," Gil-galad stepped forward, revealing his Ring of Power, Vilya. You were unsure what his intention, but Elrond moved behind you to let you lean back into his chest as the King chanted his prayers.

Yet you passed out before fully healed.

"My King - "

"She's alive," Gil-galad soothed Elrond, the hand hosting Vilya laid to your forehead, "just exhausted. She's been through much, far more than I care to fathom. Sauron took it easy on her, he used mortal weapons against her."

"He didn't intend to kill her?" Arondir questioned.

"He needed her alive - whatever the reason," Gil-galad frowned.

"Will she wake?" Elrond worried.

"I have faith she will, trust in the Valar," the King nodded. "Now, if you intend to fight another day, we must go. Now."

And so, the Lady of Eregion was smuggled out of the smoking city in the arms of the Elf she loved, leaving behind all she knew and created. By the Third Age, at least one scroll written by her hand could be found in every library of Middle-earth; and in the Great Library Elrond built for her, detailed accounts of Lord Celebrimbor's work as recalled and honored by his adopted daughter, future Lady of Imladris.

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[planete777]

ONE TOO MANY・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. when one more orgasm is one too many (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, p in v sex, high hotness (although not as pertinent, could really be read as sober sex tbh), unintentional overstimulation, a bit of crying, lando is a sweetheart

NOTE. pretty short, would probably be more of a drabble. nothing much to say other than this is not my best work but enjoy! credits to @benkeibear for the dividers.

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc for lando 🤍

‧₊˚✩彡 taglist @laciijane @ferrarrigirl @norrizzandpia (use askbox above if you'd like to be added!)

y/n feels lando everywhere, in places where she cannot ever fathom the tingles of pleasure reaching, and it succumbs her mind to a state of tattered mesh. the margin between euphoria and pain chips away in grand chunks, red swiftly dissolving in green and all ability to think dwindles.

usually, she's one to favour a bit of overstimulation, hence why lando currently slams his hips into hers, cock jabbing her cervix incessantly just succeeding 2 consecutive orgasms. yet, partnered with the fact that she's high out of her mind (leading to heavily amplified sensations) and how she already had her own fun before lando came home (and, by proxy, got high and excessively horny) meant that her body was on the verge of crying out in it all just exceeding the usual threshold.

she can feel her body shaking, head nudging the headboard with every thrust lando bestows, and it's like she's bouncing on hot lava: seconds of pure relief, startled by white heat.

there's barely any transition between the build up and her orgasm, the wave of aching pleasure crashing upon her in the blink of an eye, and her back arches completely off the bed.

"fuck fuck fuckkk-"

"yeah, that's it, baby," lando groans as he continues to snap his hips into her ass, "you're doing so well for me."

he's not stopping, and y/n can't blame him because it's quintessential that they go for longer. then lando's pace quickens and his dick seems to fly in and out of her that she can't answer what he asks.

"you can give me another, can't you?"

she wants to shake her head, but she's completely unmoving. her moans turn into silent, drunken puffs, eyes fused tightly shut as she digs her nails into the flesh of lando's muscular back. paradoxically, everything feels like nothing at all, and simultaneously, too much and her mouth flies open desperately in sobs and words as hands push into lando's sides to get him off.

"red! fuck— red, lando!"

it's with neck snapping velocity that he sheaths out of her, broken out of his high daze so rapidly that he feels disoriented. their safeword has never been used before, and now that it has, he feels like crying.

"shit, baby, i'm sorry," he presses kisses into her chest and face, concern multiplying when her sobs don't stop, "are you okay? what's wrong?"

"just too much today, sorry," she shifts to straighten out her leg but it jostles her throbbing cunt, making her wince. lando's frown deepens; it's not usually this painful for her.

"nothing to be sorry for, love," another peck is stuck on her lips, "let me get you a towel."

her throat clogs up, too enervated and satiated to reply, so she hums affirmatively instead. the bed dips and, with hooded eyes, she watches as he makes his way to the en suite, hears a few seconds of shuffling before the creak of tap and gushing water.

lando resurfaces seconds later, gently opening her legs before wiping her down. every touch heightens tenfold, and she pushes his hands away after a couple of swatches.

lando's eyebrows stay furrowed, "y/n, you should've stopped me earlier-"

"it's fine, lan'," she stretches an arm to pull him in, "just wanna cuddle now."

he follows, tucking her body into his front as he kissed the side of her neck.

"i'll run you a bath after," lando weaves his fingers through hers, "sound good?"

finally, in a state of bliss, y/n softly smiles, pulling their braided hands up to land a peck onto lando's skin.

"yeah, love, sounds perfect."

[depravitycentral]

Small Announcement

Hello hello :)

I just wanted to address a few things that I've gotten some asks about recently!

I realize I don't have any indication about whether I accept requests - for now, my answer is that they're closed. This is simply because my blog is mostly those big, juicy yandere profiles and they take FOREVER to pump out, so I don't think I have the time/ability to work on requests as well and get them done in any reasonable time frame. I'm also unfortunately starting up uni classes again this week (rip to me - quantum chemistry will kick my ass) so my posting will probably be postponed for a while. Thank you for those of you that stick around despite my inconsistant writing habits!

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[eufezco]

civil war!bucky x fem!reader ( angst , fluff ) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: civil war post credits scene

a / n : english is not my first language so yeah 😭 also my request are open for mavel characters (especially bucky and steve)

You had doubted whether to go or not.

You had been up almost all night, the dark circles under your eyes spoke for themselves. You tried to get some sleep but it was impossible. You moved nervously in bed from side to side. After not finding a comfortable position, you got up and started walking around your room in an attempt to calm your nerves but the four walls were suffocating you.

Steve found you throwing up in the bathroom, on your knees, and with tears in your eyes. He held your forehead so you could let it all out and then wiped your mouth. Steve gave you enough time to recompose and when you were done, he sat on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall and let you lean against his chest while you sobbed. You should let him sleep, it had been a long day for everyone, your bodies were still aching from the fight and Steve had enough to worry about. But despite all that, Steve's strong arms held you tightly close to his body, as if he was trying to hold back the part of you that he knew would leave with Bucky.

Steve took you in his arms and carried you to the couch where he placed your head on his lap, wrapped you in a blanket, and caressed your hair until you fell asleep. When you woke up, Steve wasn't home.

You had doubted whether to go or not but in the end, you went because if you didn't, you would never forgive yourself.

—Hi.

—Hey —. Bucky let out all the air he'd been holding in, relieved to see you.

When Steve arrived and you weren't coming with him, Bucky couldn't help but feel bad. He knew it could happen and he didn't blame you for it. You had already lost him twice, you weren't going to take one more, you didn't deserve to go through that again. The idea of being away from you again did not appeal to him either.

Steve, on the other hand, wasn't surprised to see you. Last night you let it all out in the toilet and on his shirt, and you got some sleep, so he figured you would have regained your strength. Or at least you would pretend that you had, the thing was, that he knew you were coming. —I'll go and talk to King T'Challa —. He said and walked out, leaving you and Bucky alone.

You slowly approached the gurney where Bucky was sitting. The metal arm was gone and only the part attached to his shoulder remained. His wounds were treated and on his face, you could finally see a peaceful expression. His brows were not furrowed, his jaw was not clenched, instead he was showing you a sad little smile.

—How are you—? How are you doing?

—I'm good. I'm ready. How are you? —He asked back.

—I'm fine I guess.

After your answer there was silence.

Bucky knew you were lying because of your tone of voice. He was aware of your disagreement with his decision. Steve also had asked him many times if that was what he wanted but this was not about what he wanted or not. Now that he had reclaimed his ability to choose, he had to use it to do what was right, and what was right was to go back to sleep until there existed a way to free him completely from the Winter Soldier program.

—Buck, you know you don't have to do this.

He shook his head at your words. Of course you wouldn't stop trying.

—I can't trust my own mind. —You were going to complain again but he talked before you could. —And as much as I would like to make up for all the time we've lost, I have to do this. Until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.

Now it was you shaking your head. For everybody but you. After all these years you had finally gotten him back, after thinking he was dead, after fighting your friends defending his innocence, you were going to lose him again.

Without saying a word you placed your hand on top of the one he had resting on his leg. The sad smile appeared on his lips again and he looked down at your hands. The touch of your fingers on his skin felt nothing like the human contact he had been experiencing these past few years. Your touch was gentle, your fingers rested on his hand delicately, as if you were afraid of breaking him. It was the first time in a while that anyone had cared about that. Bucky flipped his hand over to link your fingers together.

Using your free hand you lifted his chin and you not only made him look at you but also made his lips at the perfect height for you to kiss them. You pressed your lips against his, he squeezed your hand. Yours moved from his chin to rest on the side of his jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek. You didn't know how or when you started crying but you felt the hot tears slide down your cheeks until they mixed with the kiss. Bucky felt the salty taste and after a few seconds, he broke away from your lips. He rested his forehead against yours and let your hand go to cup your cheek and wipe your tears.

—You are making this very hard —. He mumbled against your mouth.

You kissed him again because it was either that or trying to convince him one last time not to do it. Bucky's hand cupped your cheek, god, if only he had his two arms and could touch you and feel you the way he wanted. Bucky's lips gladly kissed you back one more time, until you both heard Steve fake coughing behind you.

You parted ways, already missing the feeling of his lips and hand on you. Steve came with two nurses and you knew that it was time. You felt your legs weakening but you could not break down in front of Bucky so you hugged yourself and hid yourself in Steve's chest. Your friend wrapped one of his arms around your body.

—She'll be fine. I'll take care of that.

Bucky pressed his lips together and nodded, thanking Steve.

—I'll wait for you —. You said and Bucky flashed you one last smile. He hadn't asked you to because he didn't want to be selfish but he was waiting for you to tell him so. Hearing you say that you’ll wait for him gave him the peace of mind he needed to breathe in the cold gas filling the cryostasis chamber.

[syrikif]

Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU + Written, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Content Warnings: Sexual jokes/content, mention of death threats, mature language

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

Created: October 6, 2023 Completed: (Ongoing) Update Schedule: I’m currently in the process of moving so just whenever I can :)

Masterlist:

Important Profiles: Y/N's Group Kenma's Group Prologue: Daddy Kink Cat Distribution System Chapter 1: Thirst Trap Hospital Food Chapter 2: Bedwars 🖊 Boredom 🖊 Chapter 3: Trending One Game Chapter 4: Calm Guilt 🖊 Chapter 5: Unhinged One in a Million Chapter 6: Cuddle Buddies 🖊 Casual Chapter 7: Rating The Cat Girl Chapter 8: A Dozen Men Little Things 🖊 Chapter 9: Scaredy Kitten Disappearing Act Chapter 10: Chapter 11: tbc . . .

Author's Notes:

Hey guys! This is my first post on Tumblr and the first SMAU I've ever written. Which, kudos to everyone else who makes SMAU's because they are a lot of work.

Just some basic info before you begin reading:

Y/N uses she/her pronouns and is feminine presenting.

Every chapter will have two parts, one part from Y/N's point of view and one part from Kenma's; the order will differ depending on the chapter.

Every update will be a double post so make sure you know you’re reading the correct one first, and reading both of them.

Time stamps don't really matter unless explicitly written by me so you can just ignore them :)

There will be both written and social media elements; written parts will be marked with a pen (🖊).

And I'm gonna be honest, while I love the anime I haven't actually watched it in a long time and I was never able to finish season three. That being said, if anything I write seems out of character for anyone just bear with me I'm trying my best lol.

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If you have any questions, don't feel too shy and reach out if possible; I promise I'll answer to the best of my ability.

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Hope you enjoy the story :)

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[realizinau]

Ask Box is Closed Temporarily!

ALRIGHT YALL I GOTTA PUMP THE BREAKS A LITTLE HAHAFIOW. First of all thank you so much for all the asks!! I am SO incredibly flattered by the interest, however now I'm just going to take some time to catch up.

I'm going to sincerely try to answer each ask to the best of my ability, and they're probably going to be out of order- I'll answer least plot relevent to most plot relevent, and I'll open the ask box again once we get to more plot heavy stuff (hopefully I can keep steam to get there jfc)

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[takemetothemoon-fics]

overstimulated // matt murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word count: 848

Warnings: overstimulation

Tags: Fluff, comfort

Synopsis: When you come home incredibly overstimulated, there's no better person to calm you down better then the one and only matt murdock

A/N: I love matt. he looks like he gives the best comfort ever.

MASTERLIST

Sighing deeply, you grab your keys out of your bag. The ringing only makes you feel worse as you open the door. You enter your apartment you share with matt, and drop your work bag on the floor. With a toss, you get rid of your coat.

You're in a bad mood. Everything's too much, tiny sounds sound amplified, your clothing feels like sandpaper on your skin and your hair keeps touching your face, and tucking it behind your ear just won't work. Tiny things grow bigger and it makes you want to bawl your eyes out.

Matt had a free day, and had waited all day to wrap his arms around you. Happily, he stands up as he hears you come inside. "hey darling"

You feel like you're overflowing, and can't get anything out other than mumbling "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry" as you walk past him, into the bedroom.

Stumped, Matt follows you. Did I do something wrong? He thinks to himself. "darling?" he asks as he watches you go through the closet.

You need to change. you need to get into comfortable clothing, because this blouse you're wearing feels like sandpaper, and the only thing you can think about is taking it off.

Your mind is racing, and you don't even notice matt walking up to you. He grabs your wrist. "Are you okay? Your heart is-" he stops abruptly as you pull away. You fasten your tempo and quickly grab a pair of sweats and a big t-shirt and rush your way into the bathroom, leaving matt alone in the bedroom.

You close the door behind you. Your hand hovers over the lock. You sigh. You don't want to lock him out entirely. As you start to change, your hair keeps falling onto your face and you feel more and more agitated. You let out an annoyed grunt.

With now only a shirt, your bra, and underwear on, you decide to give up and turn on the shower. A wave of tiredness falls onto you as take a step towards the warm water and sit down. You let your head fall onto your knees and close your eyes, waiting for the horrible feeling to go away.

After a minute or two, there's a soft knock at the door. "y/n?". After not receiving an answer, he opens the door. Without saying anything, he sits next to you. The grey t-shirt he's wearing turns dark, and you sigh deeply. "You wanna talk about it?"

You lift up your head. You rest it against the wall. "yeah..."

"What's on your mind, angel?"

"It all so much, matt. Everything was just too much. Not sleeping last night did not help, and when I arrived at work, that prick was working as well. I... I had to swallow so much, because, honestly, if I didn't, I'm pretty sure I'd be in jail right now. And... I yelled at my boss. My boss, matt. He's gonna fire me, and I'll be jobless and-"

"Hey, slow down... You're okay. He won't fire you after one slip-up. And besides, you're good. Your boyfriend is a lawyer."

A small smile appears on your face. He seems to relax a little as he notices his gentle voice has calmed you down.

Matt moves up, and turns the shower off, and sits back down next to you. You're both soaking wet. You place your head on his shoulder and you sigh. "thank you"

He wraps his arm around you. "Are you feeling better?"

"Aside from getting cold, yeah."

He stands up and puts his hand out for you. You take it and stand up. He picks up a towel. He starts drying you gently, still testing the limits. After you're relatively touch-dry, you two walk into the bedroom and change into comfortable stuff.

"You ok?" Matt says, as he notices your quietness. "Yeah... I guess. I'm exhausted."

He takes a step backward and signals for you to lay down. You take the hint, and lay down on your back.

Matt is practically an expert when it comes to sensory things. Dealing with his new ability, he found out ways to calm down overstimulatedness, as he has been a victim to it numerous times. He would make a cup of tea for himself, or place a weighted blanket on him. Since there was no weighted blanked for him to use right now, he figured he would be the next best thing.

He gently places himself on top of you, carefully putting his arms around you. At first, you're a little confused, but notices this really seems to calm you down. You sigh again deeply, as you place your hand on his head and weave your fingers into his hair and start caressing it, causing him to calm down as well. You close your eyes, and feel your body going from tense to relaxed.

You nuzzle your face into his neck. Your turn your head, and look at him. He looks back at you. "What?" He says softly to you with a smile.

"Nothing. You're just perfect."

[livinginteo]

Free simple Fin Fin plush pattern!

Having found the amazing blender plugin Seams to Sewing Pattern, I created a Fin Fin plush model in Blender with the intent to make it in real life (despite not having sewn anything since I was very little).

And... here he is! 100% hand sewn to the best of my newbie ability. I'm now releasing this pattern for free, hopeful to see more Fin Fin out in the world!

Download Link (Google Drive Folders)

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Disclaimers under the break (Please read before sewing!):

I'd recommend machine sewing if you take this up yourself. Hand sewing requires a lot of patience, but it is very doable if it's your only option.

Some basic sewing knowledge is required as I can't provide a good guide for putting this guy together (I had to piece him together with some trial and error myself, using my own model as reference. Feel free to use it for reference yourself, too.

You will need at least half a meter of blue and white fabric for him. I used cuddle fleece. However, you can use whatever you like. You will also need something for his eyes, I used the traditional plastic safety eyes with a felt lining.

I've included two sizes in the download, I used the larger of the two, and printed on regular A4 paper, he comes out about a hand and a half tall and about a hand wide.

I can't provide too much help or support for the process, but you're free to ask me simple questions in DMs or on my Discord server. I can't guarantee I'll have an answer since I'm basically brand new with sewing and pattern making.

Good luck!

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☆ My blog focuses on general yume-shipping content (oc x canon/selfship). I especially focus on my oc x canon of my oc Jovie and Azul, but there are other ones too! Check my carrd for my ships chart (a few ships I haven't posted about may be in there) ☆ My blog is named after my OC, I don't use the name "Jovie." You can still just call me "Jo/Joey" if you have difficulty remembering names and only look at my user. ☆ I'm nonbinary transmasc, bisexual and aroace(spec)—  as you can tell, I’m very queer. I enjoy implementing queer elements I relate to onto my ocs, especially when it comes to trans/non-cis ocs. ☆ I’m diagnosed with dyslexia and dysgraphia, I also may have undiagnosed ADHD. Please keep it in mind when interacting with me (and excuse awkward wording or misspellings)! ☆ Twisted Wonderland is very dear to me as a piece of media and I tend to be a bit sensitive with media I'm very attached to. So if you have criticisms about the game I would ask you to not mention them on my blog (that doesn't mean I don't agree, I just prefer to discuss things like that outside of my blog). ☆ This is an SFW blog, however, occasionally there may be a bit more suggestive art/posts of 20+ characters (specifically with Fellow/Ernesto and his x oc) so be aware of that. (read this too pls ty) ☆ I’m VERY comfortable with friendly banter and teasing! Don’t be afraid to bully me into oblivion, especially if we’re mutuals (tone tags are appreciated).  ☆ I'm an EN player, but this blog is not spoiler-free for JP updates. Any JP content will be tagged with #twst jp and #twst jp spoilers. ☆ I'm a bit selective with who I follow/follow back. But if you ask to be mutuals, I won't say no! Just please be sure you follow me already and that you’ve seen me interact with you/your posts before. I’m uncomfortable with people I haven’t seen a lot of asking me to be mutuals.  ☆ For mutuals: Please keep in mind that I'm not great at keeping up with other blogs. However, I will still try to interact with you to the best of my abilities (similarly don't be afraid to interact with me AT ALL! I will be very happy if you do!). ☆ Dms are open! I pretty much never text first (kinda anxious about it) but I’m an extremely chill person and like to think I’m easy to talk to, so don't be afraid to message me! I would love to talk (keep in mind I’m a yapper). ☆ Inbox is always open, so feel free to send whatever, whenever (I may be quick or late to answer, but I will eventually)! ☆ Feel free to tag me in posts you think I'd like (especially of my faves)! Just don't tag spam me (unless I give you the go-ahead first). If we're mutuals feel free to add me to your tag lists (if you have one)!  ☆ There may be some non-twst art, reblogs, or rambles if the mood strikes (will include matters related to trans/queer/Palestine topics but I’ll try to avoid other political talks here).

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[deception-united]

Could you please do a post about how to write and describe African hair braiding. I'm not African nor do I know any who's African, but I'm wanting to write about it I just don't know how. I've done a lot of research but I don't want it to be offensive to anyone.

Hi, thanks for asking! I'm not African myself, but I did some of my own research and asked a few friends about their experiences and I'll try to answer to the best of my ability. Feel free to add on or correct me on any details I got wrong!

When writing, keep in mind that braids are an important form of historical and cultural preservation, not just another hairstyle.

The braiding takes time. You'll have to sit down for quite a long time—depending on the type of braids, it could take multiple hours to complete.

It's important to part the hair with precision to make them neat and straight before starting to braid.

It’s painful when the braids are tight, and that’s part of the process. The pulling can make your eyes water, and the tension will likely leave your scalp sore. Headaches are common when they're done too tightly.

However, there's a technique a lot of braiders are using called "tension-free braiding" to decrease stress on the scalp. They'll keep a looser grip on the hair instead of pulling it tight at the root, leaving a little give at the base of the braid so it doesn't start flush with the scalp. This is especially important for people with more sensitive scalps or fine hair, or those prone to traction alopecia (hair loss caused by repeated pulling).

Putting your hair up or tying it back after getting fresh braids hurts.

The more you braid, the stronger your hair gets, since the style is designed to minimise any damage from heat or chemicals—it gives your hair a chance to rest and grow without being touched or manipulated all the time, which is why many get it as a protective style.

Not all hair is the same, and each texture calls for different handling. Someone with very coarse and tightly coiled hair will need more tension to braid because the texture holds onto itself, as opposed to looser curls or wavy hair, though the latter could frizz faster.

Once the braids are done, you'll need to do proper aftercare. This'll include soothing the scalp with things like castor oil or tea tree oil and moisturising your hair to prevent itching or flaking.

It's important to protect your braids at night to keep the style intact by wearing a silk scarf or bonnet.

It's best not to keep your braids in for more than eight weeks, though six weeks is the ideal period.

A week-long break is recommended when the braids are taken out.

Hope this helped! Happy writing ❤

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[capricornlevi]

(wc 759)

"you're gonna make me look good?"

jean's question is delivered with that annoying crooked smile, his jersey hugging tight across his chest as he stands with his hands clasped behind his back. he arches an eyebrow expectantly as you fiddle with the camera, trying to fix the settings that seem to have adjusted themselves without your knowledge.

as captain of the soccer team, he's the last player whose picture you need to capture for the college yearbook, and also as the captain, he brings with him an exceptionally smug but annoyingly charming aura that threatens to penetrate your stony resolve.

no, you force yourself to keep a straight face, it's bad enough that you got roped into this gig for free as a favour to your professor, you don't need to start stretching out these interactions any longer.

at that, you set the camera back on the tripod and lean closer, making sure the framing is right.

"okay, smile?" you say, halfway between an instruction and a question.

"i am smiling," he retorts instantly.

"smile ... i don't know, properly."

he winces with mock offence, screwing up whatever hope you had of getting the picture in one shot and finishing up for the day.

"properly?" he queries incredulously.

you sigh, closing your eyes so you don't roll them.

"professionally, then. formally. whatever what you want to do it."

"not open to me doing a silly one?"

"i'll give you one guess on that."

in the viewfinder you see jean's face twist back into that now-familiar smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, the light brown of his hair contrasting again the royal blue of the drape behind him.

(the hall of the gym isn't the best place to set up an impromptu photo studio, but you found an old team flag bundled up in a supply cupboard that made for a decent background)

"okay, okay, i'll be professional. showing my leadership qualities, and so on."

"great," you say flatly, focusing the camera.

"really demonstrating my abilities to represent the school."

"sounds good."

"recording this moment for future generations to come, a piece of living history--"

"do you ever stop talking?"

your interruption was intended to throw him off his tangent, hopefully to buy enough time for you to actually get the picture, but all it does is make him throw his head back with a laugh.

"i can if you want me to."

"if you wouldn't mind," you mumble, feeling a slight pang of guilt at how hard you came in when he's clearly just trying to lighten the mood.

still, you've been here since seven this morning -- soccer practice is early early, you've discovered -- and all you want in the world is to make your way home to collapse back into bed.

"ok, i'll shut up for a minute. if you can answer something for me first."

you take a steadying breath, temper starting to simmer. "what is it?"

"can you actually tell me if i look good?"

against all odds, he shocks you out of your sullen silence.

you pull away from focusing at the camera display to stare wordlessly at jean, the seriousness of the question still pinging around in your head.

he's flirting, obviously, but the question was delivered with sincerity.

"meaning?" you ask. no harm in clarifying, plus you're not entirely sure if he's looking for an ego boost or just asking whether his jersey is too wrinkled or his hair out of place.

"do i look good?"

you swallow thickly, avoiding the temptation to give him a once over. "you look fine."

"fine won't make the history books," he objects; again, with a hint of earnestness that you could find amusing in another setting.

"whatever. you look good, then."

"hair okay?"

"it's a mullet, so --"

he clutches his chest as if wounded, fully grinning now. "no cheap shots at the mullet while I'm in such a vulnerable position, im begging you."

again, your curiosity forces you to engage.

"vulnerable how?"

still smiling, eyes fixed on you, he answers.

"well, talking to a pretty girl, for one thing. secondly, pretty sure she's sworn off soccer players for good after this morning, so ... uphill battle, and all that. plus ive had a crush on her since she was selected as photographer for the championship final last year, so even more's at stake, y'know."

you pause. no words leave you, nothing even resembling a response. you're sure your mouth has actually dropped open.

brow arched again, jean tilts his head forward expectantly.

"aren't you gonna take the picture?"