#her name is meer

[sofiasfanartcollection]

little sketches of a recently designed oc :]

More of her here: https://www.tumblr.com/sofiasfanartcollection/741102010891436032/was-really-wanting-to-draw-something

[midnightwind]

in case anyone was wondering how finding a name for my Crow Rook was going, I think I'm sticking with Mirenna for the Renn>Wren word play

[t0rturedangel]

╭ . . . 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ���

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ; ♰ ৎ﹕𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴

Okay, before I start- i know that hazbin hotel has a lot of good ass songs, and I want to make own little custom songs but I cant write songs for shit however I can write poetry (not well but I'm trying) so instead of writing songs for you, I'll write shitty poetry that does not rhyme. Also sorry if my depictions of love aren't good- i have literally never been in love before, and if the ending is rushed, I'm not used to writing so much in one setting

➷ ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ＳＣＥＮＥ | ＮＥＸＴ ＳＣＥＮＥ

There once was an Cherubim angel,

so gentle and kind,

perched upon a cloud

You sat on a cloud, smiling to yourself as you watched over all the different angels talk to each other about their duties- heaven was perfect, no- no not just perfect, heaven was a utopia. No angel can do any wrong, it is only virtue that existed upon these clouds and you were among these creatures of purity, you were one of god's creations just as all the other's were.

The clouds around you were soft, almost as if they were made of the soft silk your robes were made of, they were formed to bring comfort to any angel that came in contact with them and while all angels were already joyful, the clouds merely helped them stary from sinful thoughts.

She waited for another angel,

a Seraphim named Lucifer,

a friend, so close to her

You wondered though, were was lucifer? He was always about yet you didn't have any idea on where or how to find him. In all honesty, you found Lucifer to be amazing- his ideas, imagination, creativity bought stars to your eyes (figuratively, you had no iris or pupil- your eyes, more specifically your sclera, were a soft yellow colour with white swirls decorating them), to you his words were so brilliant, other angels couldn't even begin to speak or think the way he does.

He always came up with new ideas, new creations him, you and the other angels can create- can look after and love. You couldn't help but indulge in his chats with you- adding onto his ideas in anyway you can and while you personally thought your ideas weren't as amazing as his, to Lucifer your ideas were flawless- he always said that.

Lucifer was brilliant, he truly was- you could never understand why the other angels despised his thoughts so much.

Perhaps, the cherubim was in love,

perhaps she enjoyed Lucifer's company

much more beyond just meer friendship.

Okay, you needed to slow down- you were always thinking how great he was, maybe you didn't just like him as a friend... just maybe you liked him a bit more. Though, that way of thinking should stop soon- after all you have angelic duties to do! there is no way you can just abandon them just because you adored Lucifer....'s ideas.

You took a breath and got on your feet, spreading your wings (you had four wings, two on each side) so you could take off and start your work, however when you were jus about to begin to fly a figure rushed to you- wrapping their arms around your torso.

The seraphim appeared,

all smiles and glee

he held his friend closely

with tender, with care

Lucifer came out of no where, though his presence was welcomed warmly by you : who held him back just as tight. " Luci! " you grinned letting go of him, he had gotten there just in time- it was almost like he knew you were about to fly off, " [name]! Ha ha! how are you? " he asked holding both of your hands- a dorky smile engraved onto his face " Where have you been? I was worried " that was half-true, there was no evil (what even was evil? you didn't know, it doesn't exist not yet ) but there was a high chance that Sera was telling him off again.

" How sweet, but don't worry I'm alright cherub " he brought your hands closer to him- something that grin he held could only grow as the seconds passed by, seeming like he wanted to say something " Luci- I know that look in your eye, you've being creating again! Tell me everything ", your own smile began to grow as you squeezed his hand.

" You know me too well! Okay, so i was thinking of trying to make [ creature ], sounds cool right? well guess what else! " and with that he began to ramble about his ideas once more, with you chirping in some of your own ideas which made Lucifer sound even happier.

The two angels were at peace,

within the company of each other-

did they love each other?

would they dare say it?

You flew around with Lucifer, laughing together while yelling out some nonsense that seemed to only make sense to you and him- just you and him. Though your fun was quick to end when the two of you reached the tallest cloud in all of heaven and the two of you- both out of breath- fell onto it. " That was fun! " you chuckled, still trying to catch your breath " yeah! I loved that " was the reply, then silence fell upon the two of you. Though it wasnt awkward silence, it never was when it came to [name] and Lucifer- it was comforting and peaceful.

Though this silence was broken quickly by you. Over the last few weeks, months you were coming to understand your feelings towards the seraphim, and while you could easily deny them- to avoid them and focus of everything but that but you just couldn't, you sucked with feelings especially hiding them! and plus, how could you live if you didn't tell Luci how you felt " Luci... I " love you, those words were suddenly lodged in your throat and you couldn't let them be said- be heard why did that happen, you were sure you could say them- hell you said them before to people who you see as family!, "sorry what i meant was I- " loved you for so long now, I love you and I don't think I can ever stop loving you " loved that too- it was so fun! "

She couldn't say it,

she was too scared to tell her dear Lucifer

of her true feelings... though did he feel the same?

What was wrong with you? You couldnt say it, why? You loved Lucifer- there you admitted it in your mind but you just cant say it to him. You sighed and stared at your mirror- looking over your face, your long hair (angels all had long hair, it was one of the things that they always cared for and almost showed off)

Of course he did,

how could he not?

he loved her more than anything

she listen to his ideas, she added onto them

she never hated them, never judged.

but then, the high order formed the earth-

Adam and Lilith.

" [name? " Lucifer walked over to you, a smile on his face- though he always smiled, this smile seemed different in a way but you couldn't place your finger on it however that did not stop you from returning his smile " Luci! hey! " you grinned as he stopped just in front of you " [name]? do you know the two humans? " " Adam and Lilith? " " yes! Me and Lilith... are in love!"

...

he.. he loved the human Lilith? The one who ran from Adam (you heard of this from Sera, and while you acted disappointed you agreed with Lilith's decision of leaving Adam, you would have too), he found her and fell for her? .. how? she hasn't even existed for that long! How could you possibly fall that quick? it was impossible right?

It took you a few seconds to compose yourself so you can smile for Lucifer, though it didnt feel right " That's... brilliant Luci! I'm so happy you found love- how does it feel like? " and with that question you bared the suffering of listening to Lucifer, the one you loved, gush about Lilith, and you were almost envious of Lilith- almost hated her, you never met her and now dear god you probably don't ever want to. You had lost your Lucifer to her, though... you suppose he was never yours.

and with that,

those confessions of requited love

would forever be sealed away,

locked behind their grinning lips

though the perish of love was not their only problem.

Lucifer went too far,

he created evil through the second bride,

she bit the apple, she took the fall

and Lucifer and his love was to blame

though you would not let him be punished alone.

You too were part of this.

" No! " You screamed as you ran to the shaking Lucifer's side, almost trying to shield him from the anger of the higher order of angels. " Leave him be! He has done nothing wrong! " you defended him, still caring over your friend. Nevertheless, the angels did not listen to your words in the way you intended- they saw this as a further act of aggression from you as you also had a part to play in coursing dear Eve into biting the apple from the tree of knowledge of good or evil, you lead her to the tree, plucked the apple with Lucifer in tow and let her bite it. Now you and Lucifer were being punished, Lucifer getting the harsher side of it.

The angel was thrown to the depths,

to a world name named Hell,

where the only side of humans Lucifer was granted to see,

was the side he created.

You were also punished to fall,

tho to hell was too much they said

so you fell the half way

now for ever trapped in a dead land-

forever banished to be alone.

𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⠆ ⸺ @reverse-soe @jellibean2018 @aliazy @sugarrush-blush @littledolly2345 @immahuman @marsilis

[cherryheairt]

Hi :)

I’ve had this headcanon for a while where thranduil, upon falling in love again, makes it quite obvious he feels strongly about reader but won’t push physical limits of affection quite yet. Due to him having been married before he wants to be sure the Gods approve of him falling in love/marrying again as to not cause ill intend to fall upon reader because of him not being in control of his carnal desires. Reader is oblivious to this and pushes/teases him relentlessly.

Might end in smut upon him knowing reader is safe and he may pursue them fully or just him saying fuck it I see no god but me down here lol

Or just might end in him teasing back big time n leaving reader high and dry (but maybe with an explanation lol we love some open communication ✨)

Thank you! And feel free to mix it up and or change ending I’d just love to see a take on this 🙂‍↕️

hello! I'm so sorry that its been forever since you submitted this. thranduil is a character that we only ever got to see in super serious king mode, and had little screentime at that so I wanted to think through his personality a lot. might be ooc

I personally don't know how to write smut, so I didn't include it. I hope that's okay.

The character will be named Myria (meer-rhea), but have no skin color, body shape, hair color, etc description. She is eleven though, if that matters.

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The Gods had long since forsaken Thranduil. After he lost his wife, Legolas' mother, the world seemed to darken along with his own attitude. He changed, and everyone in Middle Earth knew it. Legolas never grew up to know the kind and magnanimous person his father was before his late wife's death.

To him, and the world, Thranduil was a stoic and unforgiving King.

To all, perhaps, except Myria. Myria had been born not too long after Thranduil—in Rivendell. Though the two never met until well into adulthood, Myria liked to say that they hit it off well. Thranduil would never admit the same out loud.

Myria moved from Rivendell to Mirkwood for her studies, thanks to her friend Elrond's advisory, and had since lived there for thousands of years. Youthful as ever, Myria made it her unofficial duty to occupy the King of Murkwood's free time.

She had even befriended his only son, Legolas, despite their age gap. The young elf was approaching 3000 years old soon, and he swore that he was more mature than the she-elf that graced their halls.

Myria didn't mind the head shakes or comments from royal advisors, telling her to mind herself around their King. Thranduil had long grown used to it, anyway.

Myria made her way to his royal chambers, uncaring about her unpropriety with visiting without being called upon. This was their daily routine. Thranduil had his meetings before breakfast, then went back to his chambers to dine alone. Or, he would, if Myria wasn't always waiting right there at his table for him.

"What is for breakfast today, My King?" Myria asked jovially, perched upon one of his carved wooden chairs. Originally, there had only been one for himself, but he ordered a matching one to me made after the woman's incessant visits. Before there was a seat, she simply stood at the table. The thought bothered him, a tinging in the back of his mind telling him that she must be on the same level as him, at all times.

Thranduil's long flowing sleeves and cloaks followed behind him as he entered the room. "You ask this every day, Myr. And what is my answer every day?" He asks, though there is no bite to his words.

"That you 'do not know'. Quite amusing, the all-knowing King not knowing something so simple." She mused, scrunching her nose up at his tall frame.

He fought an amused eye roll, sitting in front of her. He poured himself a chalice of sweet red wine, sipping on it as he replied. "Simple, or trivial? I do not concern myself with such affairs, the food is brought to me and I eat it."

"Careful, Thranduil. That may one day get you poisoned." She mirrored his movements, having waited for him to start drinking.

"By whom? Yourself?" He chuckled darkly, amused at the prospect of such a thing. Mirkwood elves' loyalties ran deep, the chances of him dying suddenly from a cold where higher than dying of poison. "You are the only outsider residing here."

Myria 'hmphed' vehemently, lifting her nose at the accusation. "I hardly can be called an outsider these days. How long have I lived here? Four...five thousand years?"

"Five thousand, two hundred and thirty." He answered for her.

Shocked, she stared at him, mouth agape. "You know the exact year?"

"How could I not? That is the year when my life started to get ten times harder."

She snorted, shaking her head. "I disagree. I think it only got better."

Two servants entered the chambers, one plate in hand each. Platters were lifted to reveal the neatly presented food, a light breakfast of fruit and toasted bread.

Myria and Thranduil dug into it, a pleasent chatter filling the room. "What are your plans for today?" She asked him.

"Same as usual, final preparations for the Feast of Starlight. Though, there is a task I wanted to assign you–" Thranduil was interrupted by a guard rushing into the room. He lifted an unimpressed brow, staring the guard down for his brash action.

"Your majesty, a party of rogue Dwarves have been apprehended in the Mirkwood forest!" To this, Thranduil immediately stood and strided past the guard out of the chambers. Myria, struck by the news, eagerly followed in suite.

"You are not supposed to sit in on prisoners being interrogated, Myria." Thranduil told her sternly, knowing the sound of her light steps trailed behind his own heavy ones.

"When has that stopped me before?" She laughed. It had been a nearly a hundred years since she'd seen a dwarf, and much longer than that since one had been in the depths of the Elvenking's Halls. She was excited to see what brave adventurers had come, and survived the dark forest's curse.

Thranduil seated himself at the head of his lifted throne, elegant giant antlers rooting themselves out from behind the throne like a crown. The one perched on his head mirrored that, thick branches striking in contrast to his pure white hair. Myria took a moment to admire him from her spot at the base of the stairs. The guard next to her didn't even blink at her intrusion, knowing the relationship between the ward and the King was a complex one that even the elders didn't bother to deduce.

Myria stayed silent during the precedings, not moving an inch except to lean her head forward and inspect the Dwarves. The party was quite large, a whole gaggle of Dwarves were bravely setting off to reclaim Erebor's keep and defeat the dragon nested under it. The leader, Thorin, was quite handsome for a Dwarf, not that Myria would say so aloud. For all her teasings, that would surely be the tip of the iceburg for Thranduil's patience.

As the majority of the Dwarves were escorted to the dungeons, only Thorin was left in Thranduil's audience. She listened as Thranduil made his offer, then got rejected harshly by the Dwarven King. Screamed at, being told off by a life form deemed lesser than an Elf, Thranduil had enough. He sent the man away with a flick of his wrist.

As he slowly desended the steps after the dwarf 'king' was escorted away, Thranduil placed a hand on Myrias shoulder.

The cold rings on his hand raised goosebumps on the back of her neck and arms, shivering at the feeling. She cursed herself for wearing an off-shoulder dress, dressing herself for the nice weather that morning. If he noticed, Thranduil didn't say anything. But the tiny lift to the corners of his mouth said plenty. "Do not fraternize with the filth that dirties our halls."

Our halls. The brief words pleasently rung in the back of Myria's mind. She nodded. He knew her well, guessing that she would try to sneak into the dungeons during the feast to try to speak with the curious Dwarves.

He moved his hand down, resting it gently on the small of her back. "Let us go, the feast will not oversee itself."

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Myria and Thranduil lounged in his chambers, simply biding time until the Feast of Starlight had begun. Admist muted chuckles and jests, mostly from Myria, Tauriel entered the room. "You called for me, My King?" She bowed shortly. "I have come to report to you." Tauriel glanced briefly towards Myria, nodding when she lifted a goblet towards her silvan friend.

"I thought I ordered that nest to be destroyed." Thranduil said, voice taut with frustration. The spiders had been plaguing their forest for years now, unrelenting.

"We cleared the forest as ordered, my Lord." The woman insisted. "But more spiders keep coming from nests in the South. If we could kill them at their source–"

"That fortress lies beyond our borders. Your orders are to keep our lands clear of those foul creatures. That is your task."

"And when we drive them off, what then? Will they not spread to other lands?" Ever the bleeding heart, Tauriel worried for other people.

"Other lands are not my concern." Thranduil said coldly. "The fortunes of this land will rise and fall. But here in this kingdom, we will endure." As had been the way for thousands of years. Thranduil insisted that Mirkwood keep to themselves, not needing or offering help from any others.

Tauriel nodded stiffly, excusing herself from the King's presence. Before she left, however, he spoke again. "Legolas said you fought well today. He has grown...fond of you."

She paused, thinking his words over carefully. "I assure you my Lord, Legolas thinks of me as no more than captain of the guard.

"Perhaps he did once. Now, I'm not so sure." Thranduil pushed.

"I did not think that you would allow your son to pledge himself toward a lowly silvan elf." She responded, voice slightly hopeful.

Myria leaned forward, too, curious of his answer. Would he allow his heir to love an elf with no royale blood?

"You are right, I would not." Thranduil chuckled humorlessly at the thought of it. Myria bit her tongue, hurt by the comment indirectly. She was no common-born Elf, sure, but had no royal blood to speak of either. She deflated in her seat, drinking down the rest of her wine. "Do not give him hope where there is none."

Is that what Thranduil had been doing for Myria, merely giving her hope? Slivers of special attention, with no intentions of truly loving her. She stood from her seat, leaving the chambers without a word.

Tauriel, too, left quickly after that.

Thranduil stood alone in his chambers, looking at the spot where Myria had once been.

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The feast came and passed quickly, Myria in no mood to sing or dance like she usual did at such events. She attended for the sake of politeness, leaving when she had greeted enough people for the night.

She spend the rest of it wallowing in her chambers.

Word got out that the entire party of Dwarves escaped, and Myria silently applauded them for their boldness. She hoped, for their sake, that they were successful in freeing their home.

Days passed, and news of Smaug's death had spread to every corner of Middle Earth. Thranduil was quick to organize his army to march toward Erebor, wasting no time to retrieve his precious gems. Myria had come along on her own white elk mount, following behind Thranduil silently, if only to satiate her curiosity. Last time they had come, Thranduil had rejected the Dwarves' desperate plea for help. This time, he came to declare war if they refused to return his gems.

The damned gems. Always on his mind. True, they were a physical reminder of his late wife and Queen. But it seemed as though he dwelled on them more than he cherished her memory. He did not speak of her, ever. Even to his own son, his wife was but a ghost haunting the halls.

Myria couldn't begin to understand the loss of a spouse, but she did understand that he was too caught up in himself.

Even though she had little intention of fighting the Dwarves, Myria still brought a dagger and bow on the march. Could never be too careful, Thranduil always reminded her. She guided her elk to stand behind his, watching him greet the human leader stiffly. It was almost laughable how mad his manners were, his kingly presence deemed to good for polite small talk.

Myria had been given a temporary quarter near Thranduil's, their tents close as they usually were. He had been too busy to notice her absence lately, both to her joy and displeasure. She missed his daily warmth around her, but knew it was best to distance himself from him. Just this last journey, then she sould go back to Rivendell to live out the rest of her long and lonesome life.

Thranduil plotted with the human leader, Bard, and a wizard by the name of Gandalf. Myria wandered the decrepit town while they did, having no place in war council, nor did she wish to.

By the time she had returned, night had fallen and all the humans of the town were asleep. Myria ducked into her tent, desperate for some solid rest before a potential battle on the morrow. She was surprised to see Thranduil sitting awkwardyl on her cot.

"Thranduil? What are you doing here, you should be resting." Myria insisted, brow furrowed.He stood at her entrance, possibly being left waiting for quite a while.

"I wished to see you before we go to Erebor's gates in the morning. I suspect that the Dwarf will have something up his tiny sleeve. I know you are a capable fighter, but I want you to stay in town tomorrow just in case."

She protested sharply, "I am just as much a fighter as any elf in your army. I will not sit around and wait for you to return–"

"Please, Myria." He rested both of his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her with his deep blue eyes "I could not focus if I knew you were behind me somewhere. If I know you are safe, I can retrieve the jewels easier." Always about the jewels. He should have married them, she thought bitterly.

"Is that an order?"

"It is a request. From a friend." Thranduil said softly.

Myria bit her cheek, crossing her arms. "Fine. I will stay here on the morrow. But, if any fighting breaks out, I will join."

He seemed content with her answer, knowing its as far as he'll get with her stubbornness. "Very well, I'll see you when this is over." He planted a tender kiss to the top of her head before he left to his own tent.

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Myria could only watch from afar as negotiations with the Dwarves had clearly gone to shit. More dwarves had shown up, an entire army to match the Elves' golden one. Myria rushed back to grab her bow, bursting out of her tent to the sound of screams in the town. Surely the Dwarves wouldn't target the women and children who had stayed behind?

She was right. It was orcs who had invaded the town, cutting off exits as they slashed through defenseless crowds of people. Myria rushed to help whoever she could, shooting down orcs' fat heads whenever they got too close to a fleeing human. With her dagger, she slashed through whoever she could reach to retrieve each of her arrows.

This arduous process repeated for some time, Myria panting with effort as she continued. The sounds of screams toned done as golden-armored soldiers flooded into the cobble streets and started to push back at the beastly creatins. Myria breathed a sigh of relief, engaging another orc. It was larger than most, with armor protecting its head and chest. She slashed at his with a sword she had taken from dead enemy, yelping when he stabbed into her abdomen with his own weapon. She gasped, trying to keep her composure as he approached above her menacingly. As he lifted his sword above his head again, ready to strike down the Elf, his head was detached from his body in a spray of hot blood.

Myria flinched at the feeling on her skin, feeling disgusted more than she already was with the sweat and dirt covering her. Thranduil came from behind the orc, who was now dead on the floor. He crouched down in front of her, a frantic look in his eye that betrayed his regal appearance. "Myria, look at me!" He shouted, her blurry vision shakily focusing on him. He held her face in his hands, watching her try to keep them open. "It's okay, I'll get you help." Thranduil promised her, gingerly lifting her up princess style. He flinched when she protested in pain, clutching at her stomach to stop the blood from gushing out.

"It's okay, you'll be alright, sweet." He told her, repeating himself multiple times as if to convince himself, too.

He brought her outside of the town, where Elven medics had set up a discreet few tents disguised to the orc's vision by Elven magic. The King layed her gently on a stiff cot, petting her hair comfortingly as she screamed in pain at the medic disinfecting and stitching her wound up. He glared at the Elf assigned to help her, making the poor young fellow sweat in fear of messing uo in front of his King.

Eventually, the sounds outside died out. Thranduil regretted taking his forces to this pit of death. He had lost more Elves today than had ever been lost at one time since the Great War. Elves did not die easily. This was a massacre of great damage to their ranks, to their people. Thranduil mourned the deaths of his kin dearly.

Myria had calmed, pain dulling when given some numbing herbs. She focused her attention on Thranduil, "you came for me." She said, voice barely a whisper.

"Of course, I did. Why wouldn't I?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"Your gems...they're still locked away in the keep, aren't they?" She asked.

"The gems are not my priority. They are merely objects, remembrances. You are alive, I need you."

Myria felt tears blurr her vision, clamping her throat shut. "But–I am not from any important bloodline. I am not a Princess, nor—"

"I do not care. You are Myria. The woman who has been by my side for five thousand years. The only lady worthy of being Queen by my side is you."

Thranduil took her into his arms as she cried. He shushed her gently, hands locked into her hair as she clung to him.

"I love you, Thranduil. I have for a long, long time."

"And I, you, my dearest Myr."

[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Dragon

Media House Of The Dragon,

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Targaryen Visery's Heir)

Rating Suggestive

Warning Uncle X Neice

I sat at the foot of Balerion's skull bathed in the flames of hundreds of candles. My hair was pulled into a sleek braid down my back, and my red textured dress with my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, the metal formed into layered spikes like amour across my shoulders and hips with filigree around my breasts. It wouldn't do anything to defend me in a real fight but it was dramatically decorative giving me the illusion of spines that glimmered silver to match my dragon 'Silver Star'. I watched the flames dance in front of me and I fiddled with my rounded Dragonglass necklace between my fingers in the silence. 

I enjoyed the silence heard only my breaths until I suddenly jumped as arms and thick hands wrapped around my waist and he breathed down my neck his breath hot against my skin. I knew by the feeling of his arms and hands were enough to identify him but his voice hissed into my ear. "I'm Home," 

I chuckled a little a sly smile broke across my lips as I did my best to be proper even if I still teased him,  "Ah ... pleasure to see you have returned safe and well Prince Daemon"

He tightened his grip, “What are you smiling at?”

"Can I not smile? I am happy to see you, home uncle,"

“How is it that the thought of seeing me doesn’t bring you to hysterics?” he chuckled as his breath tickled my skin, 

"I admit the thought of seeing you does thrill me. It has been three long years without you." She answered, "However there years is a long time, and... You might say I have changed. And now am at an age where a princess cannot be in hysterics just because her uncle is home" I answered and I could tell immediately he wasn't happy, he didn't like my newly found confidence, he didn't like that he wasn't the one to turn me so hysteric at his meer sight, touch and breath. 

"You've changed," He accused, "Explain." 

"As I said I was pleased to see your return Prince Daemon. And yes while on some level I do indeed wish to... Throw my arms around you and rejoice in your return. A princess should be proper, should she not?"

“I am not your subject to act proper around. What of my wishes, princess? Do they not factor into this equation?”

"And what are your wishes Prince Daemon?" I wickedly smiled as I turned to glance over my shoulder at him meeting his eyes, 

“I wish to hear that you will stop being so goddamn proper and act like the girl I left behind and have you melt in my arms like you did when you were younger, and kiss me without a care in the world." He growled, 

"I'm afraid that is impossible" I chuckled slyly, "my father has spent the last three years ensuring my proper education and behaviour. It is no act. I'm afraid to inform you but... The little girl that would melt into your arms that you left behind is gone, father ensured she was replaced." I turned to face him fully revealing her dress, my Valyrian steel decorative armour and the necklace of dragon glass which took his attention and made him smile as it was a gift he had given me the night before he left for the war and the sight that I still wore it for him after all this time gave him a prideful smile as he stood in his red and black finery with his silvery hair cut short, "As much as our desires may be to do so, there are too many cares in this world to kiss you."

“Damn my fool brother… he has ruined you…” he complained in his frustration, “My gods what has he done to my sweet little Y/n…" he glared as he inspected me, "You're dress is tight, your spikey, your proper and refined,"

"he did what had to be done. I am his heir. A blushing stuttering princess would have no place on the iron throne." I explained, "I suppose I am... No longer your baby dragon," for a moment I let a smile slip through as I spoke the name he had always called me. 

“I suppose you are no longer the baby dragon you once were princess… and what of that necklace? I gave it to you when I left. Do you still have the same sentiment I left with when I gave it to you three years ago?” he asked,

"you asked me to wear it always and think of you. I have never removed it since you left," I admit with a blush, 

“And have you kept to the other rule? Have you missed me since I’ve been gone? Do you think of me every night before you rest your little head to sleep?”

"I have missed you greatly, I wear the necklace always and I think of you nightly as I set my head to sleep I think of ... The night before you left"

“That was quite a night… wasn’t it princess?” he smirked, 

"it was... A night of many Impressive things,"

“Impressive huh? And how many of those many things still haunt your fantasies?”

"all of the things," I admitted, "Tell me Prince Daemon... How many of those things from that night still haunt your own mind, your own fantasies, has the thought of us that night... Kept you warm these long nights of war"

“That night has not left my mind for a single day… not a moment… nor has this foolish girl that had the audacity to grow up when I wasn’t there to keep her in check," he growled as he moved his lips close to my own, 

"humm I did not wish to grow up. To abandon being your baby dragon. However, if you have complaints about the foolishness that grew up and now stands before you." I whispered, "Take it up with your brother. My father. The king"

“Don’t tempt me with that suggestion princess- because I know your father would take delight in denying me such pleasures…" 

"Perhaps that was his intention? To make me his heir to train me to be a proper princess all while you were gone unable to add input. To deny you your baby dragon,"

“Do not tell me you have become so indoctrinated by his teachings that you do not desire the things I gave to you years ago Baby Dragon." he smirked, "You still want me? do you not?"

"what I want. Is not of consequence."

"Not of consequence?" He raised an eyebrow, 

"I am a princess. Heir to the throne. Future of our kingdom and its people... What I want is not relevant. The baby dragon you once made your plaything has been forced away," I explained as I tried to move to put space between us, but he grabbed my arm. 

“I don’t give a damn of your place, princess. I gave you this necklace as a token of my love- to be kept on your person at all times and I do not care what that fool brother of mine wishes for you- you are still mine- to touch, to kiss." He said as he stroked my necklace, "I still want you to be my baby dragon…"

"...he will never allow us our love. Then or now. He is disgusted by our feelings. He will have us sent to death if he ever knew we did so now ... Now that I am mature, that I am at an age of understanding and of consent, now that there is risk I could give you children. My father, my brother. The king of the realm. Will not allow this. As much as I love you and as long as I have loved you." I explained fighting back tears, I pulled off my necklace and held it in my hand as I offered it to him, "I understand if that means... I cannot have this anymore,"

“I would rather die than live a life without you, princess. Just as soon as we are apart I am filled with despair and anguish… no matter how much I try to put my feelings aside I cannot you are meant to be with me…" He said as he took my necklace and slipped it back around my neck, 

"he will put us to death if we ever-"

“I. Do not. Care. What he will do to us… I just want you. I need you. I will have you. No matter what. and I will burn all of the seven kingdoms to be with you," 

"I-I... I know it is foolishness but..."

“But what princess?”

"Dragonstone." I blurted out, "... Steal me. Steal me from your brother. From my father. From this castle. From this kingdom. Take me to Dragonstone. your castle. Take us there on dragon back and make me your bride."

“Steal you?" he smirked,

"Yes."

"Yes, steal you I shall princess and take you to Dragonstone. I shall make you my bride. I will not live another day without you by my side.”

"you would truly do this for me?"

“I would do anything for you Y/n, my baby dragon. I… will not live to see you marry someone else. And I would rather die than not be in your life, not wake up every day without you.” He smirked, “If it means we have to run together to Dragonstone to escape the king and our duty…then so be it. Nothing will keep me from my love and future wife… not even death.”

I smiled and let everything go jumping into his arms wrapped my arms around him but he pushed me away, 

"Ahh! Damn it." He complained before he removed my decorative Valyrian steel dress Jelwery, "You're too spikey baby dragon," he laughed before hugging me tightly again, "I will have you. I will always have you. I will protect you. I will cherish you. You will be mine. My baby dragon. My wife." He cooed, “Do not worry, princess. We shall be gone by the morning. The king will be devastated- but we shall be together. There will be nothing stopping us. Nothing to keep me from putting my lips on yours. I shall claim you now and forever.”

"I do not care for his devastation, I care only that ... This is what you truly want?"

“And what if it is? What if I want you and only you? What if I want to spend the rest of eternity holding you and kissing you? What if I wanted you to be the mother of my children?

what then princess? What then?”

"Then I will happen stolen!"

“Then that is what I shall do to you princess. I will steal my bride. That is what I wish for.” he looked into my eyes, “Do you wish for the same? Will you steal my heart forever then? Will you make me the happiest man alive and claim me forever and claim me as yours for a lifetime to come?”

"I will I swear it on the old gods, the new, the seven, on old valyia and the seven kingdoms.

“Then that is good enough for me- my precious princess, my baby dragon my beloved… I will steal you away and we shall be gone tomorrow morning. You will become my bride. My queen. My love. My wife, forever.”

[puripurin]

SHOWMANSHIP [🎊🎉770 Followers Special🎉🎊] [PT. 1]

➥ Yan!Ringmaster x Acrobatic!Reader

➥ Summary :- Like always, misfortune almost always has a choke hold on the reader, so you get sold to a circus for the meer sum of 1,250 dollers.

— "IS THAT ALL I'M WORTH TO YOU??" You boomed at your parents, grateful for the bars that so kept you a foot's distance from ripping your parents to shreads.

"Honey, listen -" Your father was brutally cut off by your untamed anger radiating off of the walls, screeching so loud that it made the cell bars vibrate momentarily afterwards. There was no way in hell this man was trying to butter you up after selling you off.

"No. YOU listen to me, you wasteful, unwanted sperm doner. YOU could've worked me to the BONE, and I would have forgiven you because we still need a roof over our heads, but to sell me to some random-ass person who probably smells like your fuckin' toe jam for a mere sum of 1,250 DOLLARS!??? You hurled insults at your parents left and right, only recieving furious stares in return.

"[Y/N]! That is no way to speak to your father! We were low on funds, and our payment was due soon." She stepped forward with a sharp expression engraved in her face.

"LOW ON FUNDS!?!? WAS IT YOUR GRAND PLAN TO SELL ME FOR JUST 1,250 DOLLARS??"

Your intermittent breathing became the only thing that was stopping you from going over the edge of insanity town. Your parents stood without motion, their eyes locked on you as if they weren't the ones who should've been in the cell instead.

"...Don't you want your due payments to disappear? That's rich, how ironic, huh? Or maybe you two were just waiting on an opportunity to make me disappear?!?!"

Without waiting for a response, you slammed your hand on the part of the iron bars closest to their faces, getting surprised fast blinks from your mother. Her pride lasting in all of this was honestly pissing you off.

"YOU FLABBY-ASS-HAVING CUNT! YOU COULD HAVE NEGOTIATED FOR MORE MONEY!! IT'S NO WONDER WHY YOU HAD TO BRING THAT CHEAP-ASS PEARL NECKLACE, BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO NEARSIGHTED TO SEE THAT THE PRICE TAG WAS ONLY FOR 8 DOLLARS. FUCKIN' BRAGGING TO THE BAND OF THE BITCHES HOW YOU WE'RE ABLE TO BUY AN 8K PEARL NECKLACE KNOWING DAMN WELL YOUR ASS IS SO POOR THAT YOU HAD TO ASK ME TO PAY FOR THAT SHIT BECUASE YOU ONLY HAD 2 GODFORSAKEN DOLLARS IN THAT RIP-OFF CHANEL BAG." You sneered at the woman who was shaking in frustration.

"Dear, there is no worry for this... thing anymore. Our twin daughters will pave the way for greatness, bringing wealth and fortune to our name. Their talents and beauty hold no bounds." The woman looked over at her husband as you glared at them before you as if they were brainless, dilapidated creatures.

"Keep on sweet talking to them like that, and they'll end up in jail for homicide." You held up a middle finger and walked to a corner of the cell. You heard them spit in the front of the gate to your cell as they left. Silence then engulfed your surroundings.

No more of your parents' nagging and selfish tendancies. It was because of them that you could never look at your early twenties with fond memories. Looking back, you could have been partying and romancing other people, yet all you were promised was work, work, and more work. The pressure of trying to make money for your teen siblings and parents was exhausting, especially when your mother was spending more than you could make. That was how you got an earful from both your parents and siblings when they found out that the family's credit score was so low that it practically nestled right beside the dogshit on the side of the road.

"Fuck. This fucking sucks..." You couldn't hold back the resentment that forced themselves out your eyes in beads of tears. You were already at 26, with no job, no car, no money, no partner, and worth only 1,250 dollars. The path you walked on was not one adorned for the bunnies and butterflies, but rather, was draped in colourless desperation and pure survival.

"At least an arranged marriage would've given me the things I worked so hard for! But no! They just want me to die miserable and poor!"

"Awe, is my new performer preaching about death? My, a face like yours would be a total waste in a casket." The voice of a man echoed through the cell, almost making you jump out of your skin. He appeared almost instantaneously before your cell gate; he was dressed in an array of red, black, and white with an assortment of ruffles.

"You! YOU SCUMMY BASTARD! JUST WAIT 'TIL I HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A PLATTER TO FEAST ON!" You stormed your way back to the front of your cell and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Ah... I'm sure you would enjoy that, but alas, that mouth of yours is a bit rotten, would some chlorine and a scrub daddy do the trick?" The man's face held no defining emotion that represented what he was saying to you.

"You... YOU--"

"I suggest you quit the smack talk, unless you prefer to continue and be thrown out of my establishment; can't make quality meat without an obedient animal, am I right?" Even if his facial expression didn't change, you could tell that his words were looking to strangle you if you refused to take heed to them.

"Ah, right, before I leave, I have assigned you as an acrobatics trainee; our last acrobat died of... unforseen events." He paused before chuckling and waltzing out of sight. Making you alone in the cell once more.

You just plopped right on the ground in realization. This was your life now. Just a minute ago you got sold to some freak by your idiotic parents, and now, you were going to be one of the acrobatics in a circus that you didn't even know the name of? You could only pity yourself.

It had been a few weeks since you came here, and all you had been doing was practicing acrobatics with the help of the others. Furthermore, since that unfaithful day when you were sold, it was your decision to just stop talking altogether. If no one was hearing your voice, then what was the point?

"Ah, [Y/N]... have you finished up on your practice for today?" A young woman came over to you. It was Ellen, one of the acrobatics that taught you all the basics, from balancing on a beam to how to quickly put on different costumes in between performances.

You acknowledged her for her determination, even after entering into the circus at a young age. Though, what you wish you had was her ability to not complain and take things as they were. Alas, that was something Ellen had shown you that you hadn't observed from a person in ages; endurance.

You gave her a small smile and nodded. She brightened up before motioning you to come over to the schedule, which displayed all the events that were to partake following each day. You noticed that there was no last month performance mentioned on the chart.

Last month's performances were big and grand compared to the regular performances, which had more repetitive and basic performances. With all that in mind, you still couldn't participate in them because you were new, but soon you would participate within the next month or so.

"Ah, the other ringmaster has yet to meet you, by the way. He's been gone for a while now. He's the one who can conduct the monthly performances..." Ellen slowly stopped talking, mentally debating with herself with something before refraining on speaking as her grim face turned into one of happiness.

"Ah, right, it's almost time for the show to start, so I need to go this time. You are responsible for ensuring that the children are safe when they are watching the show." Right, you almost forgot about the children that were here. They were either sold to here or just given to the circus. They either had deformities or just had albinism. In total, there were 8 children that you needed to watch over.

You nodded once more and left to change out of the plain acrobatic suit that you wore for practice. Obviously, you had some different coloured ones, but those were strictly for performances.

Once you stepped into the changing room, you deflated and rubbed your face, which was buring from trying to hold back your tears. You sat there as streaks of tears slid down your face.

It was hard for you to just be happy about the situation. It was a struggle to just even have a neutral look on your face, to seem unbothered, to seem as if you were taking the situation well. The reason you gave for becoming selectively mute was only half of the reason. It was partially because almost every day your throat would tighten up from the never ending fear of living like this.

There were nice people, of course, but was it enough for you to accept this situation? The pain of realizing over and over again that your family betrayed you for such a little amount was painful. Even if they mistreated you, you only want to go back to the times when everything was much simpler.

You sniffled and checked the time and noticed that 10 minutes had passed. That was enough crying time for today because you weren't going to get beaten for not taking care of the children this time. Babysitting children comes first, money is second, and depression is last. That crazy psycho of a manager won't let anything slide under the rug, so you had to be on your tippie toes.

There were a bunch of mini humans wandering about, but not out of your sight, of course. You sat on a wooden bench backstage amongst the junk pile, where all sorts of thrown out props and costumes entangled themselves into one giant monster-like concoction. It was enough to keep the children entertained, and so you had a portion of your job cut out for you.

One of the 8 children was a little, baby boy, the youngest of the batch; he snuggled into your chest, feeling the warmth radiating from you.

"Ah, are you babysitting?" A man, with long hair spoke up from beside you. You hadn't noticed when he sat down. You shook your head in reply, raising an intrigued response from the man.

"Not quite a speaker, are you? I see. You must be [Y/n], then. I am Mathew Alabaster, one of the ringmasters in this lovely establishment." You raised a brow at the 'lovely establishment' part, but Mathew didn't mind, well, more like he didn't have the mind to notice.

You hadn't seen him before, and it seemed as though he shared resemblance with that of the ringmaster you met on your first day in the cell.

"Right, so how well are you fitting into your role? I assume it's daunting because you get to be hung high in the air with nothing but your skills and aura whilst the floor's comfort lulls and beckons you to just... drop." The man smiled at you, but for an odd reason; he had an off-putting look in his eyes...

Pt 1 cus I ain't writing allat rn. Also I'm so so super duper sorry for not posting in decades! (Esp @emptybrain01, it was only recently i saw your comments! Im so so sorry 💀💀💀💀) Obviously I've been on tumblr for a short period of time, but like, I was just lazy on top of me having no time on the weekend because I'm making a cosplay and I have to study during the week, along with upcoming tests and a big exam next year. Basically my hobbies take up more time than I have.

So maybe next year ill disappear for a while cos i hv a shit ton of stuff to do.

But I'll take requests instead of just thinking about a character and making a smol story for them.

Also once more, thank you for following me and getting to 770+ followers (its now 831) even if i don't post much. I would also like to thank my friend Syren, who has access to my account and sees all my shit 💀, for editing this work!

Thank you all!

[wwooyology]

Accusations | P.JS

「paring」 : bf!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 0.6k

「synopsis」 : after hearing rumors about your boyfriend and 'bet' you can't help but believe them, but what if they were just false accusations?

「genre」 : suggestive, angst

「warning」 : accusations, pet names (princess, baby, love), slight choking, let me know if I need to add anything!

“Let me ask you something Jay?” She looked over at the man she called her ‘boyfriend’ yet now she wasn’t too sure.

Worry etched into his features as he walked over and kneels down next to her legs, “anything baby.”

Silence filled the room, the only sound was the deafening ticks of the clock that sat on the bookshelf off to the side. She muled over her words, she hated the fact that she was going off baseless rumors. However, she knew that rumors stemmed from some kind of truth.

“Was any of this real?” Her question caught him off guard… What was she talking about?

“Baby I don’t understand, of course this is real. Every single part.” He reached out wrapping his hands around her trembling ones that sat in her lap.

The moment she didn’t move to intertwine their fingers like she's done countless times before, he knew. He knew something wasn’t right.

“I know Jay…” Her voice came out in a meer whisper, Jay almost didn’t catch it.

“What?” The confusion that twisted on his face was causing more guilt to pool in her gut, had she been wrong? Was she just falsely accusing him?

“I heard them talking in the halls… by the lockers.” Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant, not sure if what she was saying was actually true.

“Heard what princess?” Jay's voice was smooth like honey causing her heart to beat a hundred miles an hour, but she didn’t dare to meet his eyes to which Jay wasn’t having any of it, “look at me.”

There was an undertone of his dominance that she didn’t dare to disobey, meeting his deep brown irises she felt goosebumps travel down her spine. There’s no way what they were saying was true, not with how he was looking at her right now.

“Tell me what they said baby girl.” The drop in his tone had her turning into putting right into the palm of his hands.

“They said…” She trailed off again as she averted her gaze only for Jay to reach forward grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning her eyes back to him.

“What. Did. They. Say?” 

Jay didn’t leave any room for discussion, his grip never leaving her chin. Her eyes searched his, suddenly more wary of speaking.

“Princess.” The warning in his voice had her clenching her hands into fist, her nails digging into the palm of her hands.

“They-” She swallowed thickly, “that you only got with me because of a bet.”

The air suddenly grew tense as Jay’s eyes bore into her, trapping her with his gaze. In seconds his face was merely inches away from hers, his warm breath brushing against her skin. 

“A bet, hmm?”

She didn’t dare to break eye contact, not sure how he’d react. She wasn’t scared, god no she wasn’t scared. She felt more alive than anything, she always did when she found herself in these predicaments with her lover.

“I can promise you love, that what we…” he motioned with his finger between the two, “have isn’t because of a bet.”

She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, only to be replaced by something else. Something more hot, heavy, tense. 

Sensing the sudden change Jay moved closer watching as her eyes fluttered shut, waiting. With a smirk he let his fingers trail from her chin to encase her throat in his palm.

A soft gasp fell from her lips as he pushed her back, laying her flat on the couch. Trapped underneath him.

Jay moved closer to her face, watching as her eyes trembled with anticipation.

“Why don’t we make our own bet?”

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[73ghosts]

I'm sure many of you are already aware of this, but in case I have any newer tumblr users, pet bill donation scams are very common on this site. If someone DMs or sends you an ask asking you to reblog some sort of donation post for a sick/injured pet, it is most likely a scam.

Below the cut, I have included tips to spotting a scam, and why I believe the post by 507-on-queue is a scam. @kyra45 runs an excellent tumblr scam awareness blog, and has more information and tips here about spotting pet scams. I have archived the scam post in question on my side blog here.

Here's some ways to spot these scams:

Age of the blog - most scam blogs are a week old or younger, they are often under a day old

Similar urls being used for multiple blogs - scam blogs are typically blocked/deleted rapidly, and the OP makes a new account with almost the same name

The blog bio/pfp are not unique

You can only access the dashboard view of the blog so the post archive cannot be accessed (for example, my dashboard view is this, but you can also visit my webpage view and see my 9 years of post history via /archive lol)

The blog has never interacted with you before

The blog follows you and immediately sends a DM/ask

The DM/ask is overly polite and guilt trips (they often ask you to reply privately to reduce digital footprint)

Images of pets can be found via reverse image search

OP's story is inconsistent or unrealistic

The Paypal link does not match the supposed country OP lives in

Most recently, a scam post has been going around about a sphynx cat named Draven. This has been done using multiple urls, including:

meer-lion (deactivated)

507-on-queue (deactivated)

507onqueue (deactivated)

507-onqueue (current as of Jan 13th, 2024)

Here's how this blog meets our scam watch criteria:

The current blog (507-onqueue) is less than a day old (19 hours at the time of this post). The oldest post:

As listed above, OP uses multiple, similar URLs.

The bio of 507-onqueue is taken almost directly from another user (said user). Due to the same bio being used in previous scams, I suspect this is the same or related person to kappa-tundra/kappatundra (about this scam).

Scam blog:

Copied blog:

Only dashboard view is available.

The blog follows and immediately DMs/sends and ask. From my account:

The ask from the account is very polite, guilt trips, and asks me to answer to the post privately. The goal of being so polite is to win your trust and lower your defenses. This isn't the worst guilt trip I've been in a scam (that goes to the child support scam from several years ago). By asking me to reply privately, they're attempting to reduce their digital footprint (making them harder to google) and disguise how much they are spamming asks.

The information in that post was taken from a private Facebook account (source). I found the Facebook account in question and confirmed that the information was taken from there. I do not want to share the page because I view that as a further violation of the Facebook OP's privacy. For transparency, the images of Draven are not on Facebook OP's page any longer, but there are several other identifiable pieces of information that make it more than likely that the claims of her information being stolen are true.

The ask is inconsistent itself with the name of the cat (Draven vs Indie). This is also nearly identical to another scam ask from user captbridges. This user was using a real GoFundMe for a sick cat to scam.

The medical paperwork in OP's post is for a veterinary hospital in Wisconsin. However, OP's PayPal is based in the Philippines. The country.x= part of the url indicate the country of origin of the account; PH is the Philippines. The local.x= part of the url shows that the link was localized to the United States (making the donation currency USD). (PayPal's information page about country codes).

Stay safe out there and remain vigilant, everyone. If you don't already know them, try to pick up some boolean operators to refine your google searches when checking for scams. The tumblr search function sucks, so this is your best bet of finding information about scams like these online.

[tulipps-maehem]

TW- reader is former Slave, Eustass is an ass. Not much for this one but there will be explicit content going forward. Eustass x Skypian!Reader x Killer NOT PROOFREAD fuck it we ball

A looming smell of damp wood washed over your senses, the smell no longer pleasant as the petrichor of rain back home.

this scent was dank and salty, almost sickening as the smell of dried blood on your clothing.

your head was fuzzy and wrists heavy from the broken shackles that adorned them, bruises and cuts ached throughout your body. You had snuck onto the most intimidating ship that wasn’t the marines nor a slaver and were currently in the hull of said vessel.

the events of Sabaody were still clear in your mind. Gunshot. Punch. Pirates, one crew that you recognized as the man who saved your village Meer months ago along with the warlord and the man in the fur and his masked friend. Their names the only clear ones in your mind Captain Eustass Kid and his little blonde friend Killer.

they had seemed most likely to survive, most were dressed in leather and bold colors and furs.. something you gawked at when you had seen a few of them in the crowd of the auction that had been taking place. unfortunately you had been one of the few who hadn’t received the curtesy of getting your shackles taken off or cut, so you had used some guys attack to cut the chain. It worked then but now as you attempted to move all you could hear was the clank of the metal.

‘well shit, i didn’t wanna fucking try but… some of the others dislocated their thumbs to get out so maybe.. I can try?’

you sighed then steadied your breath, wincing as you pressed until a soft pop was heard. it didn’t hurt to bad as you slid you hand out of the heap of metal. After you’d popped your thumb back in you did the other hand.

you rubbed the metal rash on your wrists to soothe the ache, it’d been a month or so since the blonde hyena like bastard had stolen you away from your home leaving a trail of fire and death in his wake. The tattoo etched into your back will never let you forget the horrors that man did. You were going to find him and rain fire from the sky and watch him burn.

The thunks of footsteps snapped you out of your daydreams, you assumed you were in the hull of the ship. You stood, very quietly made your way over to where the crates were stacked. An idea coming to your mind…

it had been a week or so after fleeing Sabaody and the Kid Pirates were set out for the new world, but the last week had been hell. A few had been wounded, and Kidd had been in a constant state of paranoia leaving his poor partner more stressed then ever.

Just this morning Killer had chewed Kidd out for eating the rest of the spaghetti he had made last night. In retaliation to these events the Captain had Locked himself inside his workshop for the day.

He had been in there for a while now tinkering away at something as an apology for Killer even though ‘he didn’t do shit’. Suddenly Eustass groaned in frustration, whipping his head around and throwing a dagger into the wall of his workshop.

although.. this time a small squeak came fourth and red slowly stained the wall in a small patch

“I gotcha now little mouse come on out now eh?”

he chuckled low as he stalked towards the wall almost silently before smirking devilishly and in a see less moment connected his fist with the wall next to the patch.

Alas, it was only a rat. He huffed and turned to the kitten asleep bin the porthole shelf he made her

“Gizmo, the fuck ya doin if it’s not catchin the bleedin rats ya Eeijit!”

he lectured the kitten while holding its scruff at face height. She mewed at him in return to which he chuckled and shifted to hold her as if she were a newborn child . Smiling at the way she nibbled his fingers and batted at his arm.

that damn shuffling sound was back again. But this time he sighed and brushed it off as more rats before going to alert killer of the problem. The tortie kitten. But the strange thing was he could hear the vibrations of small metal pieces, maybe he was just getting paranoid? No one could be on his ship without him knowing right? The rat probably just swallowed one of the girls earrings or other piercings..

as you heard Footsteps wander away you let out a sigh of relief, frowning at the hole next to your face. This was the 5th time you’d almost gotten pulverized by the hands of Eustass Kid. To be fair, he didn’t exactly mean to.. but you just had to wait a few more days until they docked then you could escape.

you felt bad in all honesty, your presence seemed to have been messing with the crew. The crew mates whisper ghost stories to each other, some being paranoid others finding it childish. But the captain was the big problem, he heard something and what does the big bastard do? He chucks a knife- or better yet punches the source of the sound.

the crews been noticing the missing food as well, but it always made you giggle seeing the blonde- “Killer” you remembered, accusing his captain of stealing the leftovers

you actually had yourself a decent spot on the ship, you’d wiggled your way into a tiny space under the kitchen that went up to behind the pantry, and some other parts of the ship. But in the larger area closest to the bottom of the hull you even had a small straw bed. (Why they had straw you had no idea in the slightest)

Currently you were watching the crew tell stories around a fire from the peephole in the pantry one of the rookies you’d noticed looked li’e they were about three minutes from shitting their pants hearing about the torture that Eustass Kid would subject on his victims.

you on the other hand found his tales fascinating, you had no idea people with such similar ideals of freedom to your own people had lived in the blue seas

you smiled to yourself as you watched them, until the growl of your stomach pulled you out of your trance. You saw some apples on the shelf across from the punch-made peephole and quickly stuck your arm through. you couldn’t see so you had your head pressed to the wall trying to hear but the rhythmic thump of your quickening up was making that quite difficult.

You felt around until your hand landed on something soft, fabric like almost, but still firm. It took a moment until you felt the same rhythmic thumps.. of a heart beat..and an unfamiliar voice spoke out with venom.

“what. the. fuck.”

[simoneslibrarys]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗯𝗶-𝗵𝗮𝗻

𝘤𝘸：𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳，𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘖𝘊 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦，𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘤 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵，𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺， 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺，𝘱𝘳𝘦－𝘮𝘬1 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦， 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨！𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳，𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨！𝘣𝘪－𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵

𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙊𝙁𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿

𝘼/𝙉: 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙝𝙝𝙝!!𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙥 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙤3, 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙗𝙩𝙬 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙤

𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮!

－★

when you and bi-han first met, is when you both were just young teenagers. around 14-15. your father was a meer baker and you helped him with whole-heart.

－★

the only reason you and bi-han met was because his mother had pushed her sons out of the temple and into the near by village to get out of the temple and experience life from the outside. tomas and kuai liang were having the time of their lives, enjoying the common enjoyments and its people.

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tomas and kuai liang begged their older brother for a treat, and he brugudingly did so with the last of their savings.

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in came you, covered in dought and flour. you heard the bell ring as you saw the Liu Kuei Brothers came in. you emerged from the back when you saw the famous colors of the grandmaster’s kins. you immedately bowed, showing your respect honor. Bi-Han looked down at you as his brothers smushed their faces against the glass.

－★

"young master.." you whimpered. Bi-Han dismissed you as you came back up from the ground. "What can I get for you and your brothers , young master?" You whimpered.

－★

Bi-Han took in your beauty. he was amused by your features. almost..attracted. he had never seen a girl as pretty as you. even the prettiest of the girl from other clans could not best you. "evening, ma'am my brothers are here for a treat-" "OOOH! BI-HAN! I WANNA A COOKIE!" Tomas blurted out.

－★

as you giggled and moved behind the counter, you grabbed a cookie and handed it to the small boy. Tomas' face lit up as he took a bite out the cookie with pure joy. "Hey! I want one too!" Kuai Liang pouted. "Of course young master!" You also handed the boy a cookie as they ate with a smile.

－★

meanwhile the older was leaning against the counter, groaning as he watched his younger brothers embarass him in front of a pretty girl.

－★

"ma'am?" he arupted. you looked up with worry, hesitanting if you had upset the next to kin of the near by clan. "yes, young master?" you mumbled.

－★

"please, meet me at the gates of my temple. midnight. do not keep me waiting.." he gruffed out. you batted your lashes as you saw the young master blush and turn his head away from you.

－★

"of course, young master-"

"call me by my given name, bi-han.." he grunted out with a smirk.

＠𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘴

[thetombedspirit]

First Playthrough of AFoP: Secret of the Spires! - WARNING! Spoilers Ahead!

The Majority of my thoughts throughout playing the DLC.

Finally, I got the glitching drum quest and the Games Camp community basket done and over with! It was a good way to get back into practice with the controls.

Am I just dumb, or is the game glitching on me?! Why won't the plane blow up- OH COME ON! I'M THROWING EVERYTHING BY THE HOMETREE AT THIS MOFO!! - Really?! You wouldn't blow up because I wasn't shooting you in a very specific spot?! Bird you, dude!

Nor? Oh NOOOOOOR! Where are youuuuuuu? Oh, talk of a stranger Na'vi hanging around the area? About time- wait, Rasi who-? Oh, hello, fellow Sarentu character! Have you seen Nor? He's about this tall, clearly emo (and maybe gay) but we never had the talk.

Oooh, I have more skills for my Ikran and I can actually apply defensive armour and cook treats for her? WHERE WERE THESE OPTIONS IN THE CORE GAME!?

Getting mad at video game mechanics is automatically cured by sneaking around and killing video game fascist mercenaries.

... we don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no.

Oh, random Na'vi identified as a Sarentu saved So'lek from a sniper shot! Is it Rasi and Nor? Nope, just Rasi, that's cool! Love how protective Teylan already is of her once I said she was in the base.

Once I finished speaking to Anufi and Tsu'lo, I go up to find Teylan and Ri'nela and on my way I think, "Wait, what if Rasi is Nor's mum?" . I don't think that's the case, or she would have verbalize as such when we were talking about Nor, but how neat would that be. It'd be like we have a piece of Nor with us until we find him. Anyway, now that Rasi is here, I expect us to be re-educated on the way of the Sarentu. Maybe we'll finally get a Na'vi accent 😆

Cons:

This game needs some SERIOUS fine tuning, because I'm having bad guys be 'alerted' to my presence, when I'm literally half way across the map. One instance, where I'm trying to hunt for some Meer Dear, and this chopper just comes out of nowhere, attacks me, flies off to the horizon, but then summons two more choppers and a squad to my location, and they are already in the red despite being several yards away from me.

Maybe I'm just dumb, but I feel like it should not be so hard to find the objectives of certain quests.

Pros:

New Location!

And it looks gorgeous. The Spires are beautiful, there are new animals, and they freaked me out (the whole bit with the tunnels in the beginning, I thought I was being chased by something much bigger and completely ignored the first appearance of the Chiroptera XD)

2. The New Characters

The story kicks off when Anufi asks us to find another branch of the Kame'tire, who have still yet to return. While it is ultimately disappointing that we're not getting an entirely new clan, just a variation of a familiar clan, we are introduced to a new character: Rasi, a fellow Sarentu Survivor living in self-imposed exile.

Speaking of which, I like the one Na'vi that chided me for using a Sky Person name for a Pandoran creature, and my character correcting herself for it. Yes!

4. The Chrioptera

These guys were so cool, and so annoying at the same time. I thought they were gonna be so much bigger, but thanks Eywa, they were Ikran size!

4. Taylen is as cute as ever.

Just throwing that in there, I love my tall, strange son. I love when he starts geeking out, and we have to kindly reprimand him that we are in the middle of a hostile base and nows not the time!

My poor baby misses Nor so bad and just wants him to come back.

Overall View

While I am a little bit disappointed that we didn't get a brand new clan and that we didn't get Nor back, I do think this DLC was worth the wait.

While tiresome that there weren't that many fast travel points around the map, I actually like that, as it forces us to get to places via Ikran, something that the DLC advertised!

And while the new villain of the DLC was pretty boring compared to our literal kidnappers and abusers, he was a very challenging boss and it felt good to hit him with lightning and watch him crash and burn.

And we have a new veteran Sarentu to add to our family. I love that Ri'nela tries to comfort a homesick Teylan by humming the Sarentu song, only for Rasi to appear out of nowhere, singing the words and painting a Sarentu mural (seriously though, how did she get that done so quickly without anyone noticing? No wonder the RDA couldn't find her.)

And that voice cameo of freaking Quaritch basically putting his foot down on our resistance efforts and demanding we get squashed. Nice! And with how pissed he sounds, I'm guessing that this is right after ATWOW, where not only he lost his entire team of Recoms, but lost Spider too. Cuz yeah, he sounds angee.

Love how tight knit our little family has become and how steadfast they are in their bond (thought Ri'nela was running up to hug So'lek for a second, and my man looked so surprised when Teylan touched his shoulder XD) and now they all agree that it's time to find Nor and bring him back to the clan and prove that the Sarentu has a future.

So, overall, while I felt that this DLC was a bit short and the villain had little meat on his bones, this was a good DLC and with how they ended it with a possible sequel game with the mission to find Nor and the cameo of Quaritch so fingers crossed that AFOP comes back and that whatever sequels pops out pops with a BANG!

And hey! Since this game takes place during the one year absence of the Sullys, maybe if they do make a sequel, it'll take place during Ash and Fire! Maybe, Quaritch's cameo is a hint of him coming in, after aligning with Varang and the Mangkwan Clan! Can you imagine? A small clan that is rising to reclaim what is taken from them, vs a clan that has forsaken Eywa willingly and aligned with the RDA! With Quaritch leading them! That'd be bananas!!

Fingers crossed! C you guys around!!💙

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[sofiasfanartcollection]

So I heard today is international hug a deer day!

Here’s some sketches of my sona River and friends :]

[konigsblog]

I love your work I’ve been obsessed for so long and I can’t get over your writing.😭 Like I check for updates on ur account almost daily cause you help me cope with some of your dark fics! People that don’t understand honestly piss me off don’t let the hate get you down!!🫵🏽💪🏽

anyways Isaw your comment on another post and it gave me an idea!

Can you do a rock band 141 that’s collaring with metal band kortac.

They notice the thick goth girl vocalist that’s always with Konig and get to really hear her sing on the tour bus.

(Without metaphors/ put bluntly: Konig gets jealous of the attention his gf is getting from 141 and decides to show them who she belongs to maybe letting them join in.)

thank you so much! i'm so grateful to hear your sweet words, they mean so much to me, love! don't worry, the hate is amusing, i rarely take it to heart!! 🌷 i'm glad you're enjoying my writing and i'm glad i can help you with my works :)

overprotective behaviour, jealousy.

you're just rockstar!könig's pretty little girlfriend, that's who you're known as. he's glad people are aware that you're dating the intimidating and popular könig, but that doesn't seem to stop other band members from 141 making slide, flirtatious jokes with you.

whether that's a hand on your thighs after a long concert together, asking how you are while könig is standing a meer six feet away from them... he curses that they'll be six feet under if they don't get their act together.

könig's dark, long hair is tangled and messy, you run a brush through it, sitting beside him while johnny jokes. “ain't ye' just a pretty thing with him, aye?” he laughs, the others do to. but könig has to hold back from snarling or rolling his eyes, instead tightening his grip on your waist when you give johnny a loose, fake smile.

könig definitely fucks into you when everyone's gone to sleep in their hotel. his thick, hard cock in your dripping cunny, still stinking vodka and beer from the concert. you whine, chanting his name while he fucks into you – your walls squeezing his thick shaft.

“who does this pussy belong to, pretty thing?” he groans out. “y-you!” you stutter, babbling out immediately as he drives his big cock into your wet, sticky pussy. creaming deep into your hole.

neither of you were surprised when johnny complained about getting no sleep and having dark circles from his sleepless nights...

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Coming to the Rescue

Prompt: Yours and Gibbs’ daughter calls you from a party asking to be picked up.

“If you had just listened to me when I told you to get off on Jefferson, we could’ve been here faster,” you stated as you arrived at the crime scene and Jethro put the car in park.

“You told me to after I had passed the exit!”

“Well if you weren’t driving 100 miles per hour, you could’ve made the exit!”

You both got out of the car, putting on your NCIS jackets as the cold evening wind sent a chill through you and walked over to where Tony and Ziva were standing.

“Took a wrong turn boss?”

Jethro gave him a death glare which made him shut up real quick and give us the rundown on the scene before us.

“Uh, looks like a hit and run boss. Single witness saw a black sedan hit a trash can and take off. They didn’t even realize there was victim until they went to look. Ran her fingerprints through the system. Name is Staff Sergeant Leandra Meer out of Arlington.”

Pulling your camera out, you began snapping photos of the crime including the trampled trash can and tire marks in the grass and sidewalk. Not long after, Ducky and Jimmy pulled up and began examining the body.

“Jet. Come over here a sec,” you called to your husband as he was speaking with one of the Deputies. Finishing up his conversation, he walked over to you and you pointed at the tire tracks.

“These are the only tire tracks the suspect left. Nothing on the street, nothing that indicates that they tried to brake. And judging by the direction of the tracks, the driver should have hit that bench by the sidewalk but swerved out of the way before hitting our Staff Sergeant and the trash can.”

“They intentionally hit her,” he gathered as his phone began ringing. You nodded in agreement as he answered the call.

“Hey hun. Everything alright?”

Judging from his choice of words and tone, you knew he was talking with your daughter. Worry immediately spread through you as you wondered why she was calling when she hated talking on the phone. She texted everything, even to Jethro’s outdated phone which always annoyed him.

“Yeah, we’re coming. Just stay outside and text your mother the address.”

Fearing the worst, you bombarded him with questions. “What happened? Is she ok? Where is she?”

“She’s at some high school party. She wants us to pick her up. I guess her friends left her there.”

High school party? She’s suppose to be at her friends house studying for a test, that’s what she told the two of you. But then again, that’s probably one of the most used excuses for teenagers when they’re trying to sneak out. You really should’ve seen it coming.

“Well let’s go. Ziva and Tony can handle this for the time being,” you rushed.

While Jethro filled the team in, you handed your camera over to Ziva and quickly hopped into the car, Jethro getting in right behind you and speeding off. You gave him directions to the address she gave you, making sure not a single turn was missed. When he pulled up to the house, there were a couple of people standing around on the lawn outside, drinking and talking.

Jethro spotted your daughter first, sitting on the grass with some guys arm draped around her and he jumped out of the car before you could get your seatbelt off.

“You, get lost,” he ordered to the kid who made a face.

“Who are you grandpa?”

Jethro basically picked the kid up by the collar with one hand and flashed his badge with the other. “I’m the guy that’s gonna put your ass in jail for underage drinking if you don’t listen.”

He pushed the kid back who stumbled a bit before grumbling to himself and going back into the house. Your daughter got up and gave you a hug before Jethro pulled her towards him.

“Are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?” He questioned her while checking her head, arms and body.

“No dad, I’m fine.”

He pulled her in for a hug and then took his jacket off to put over her shoulders.

“Hey old man! My boy here says you’re trying to ruin this party!”

We looked over to see a kid no older than 23 walking over, chest puffed out and head held high. Oh great. Here we go.

“Jethro, just leave it,” you urged, but he wasn’t listening.

“Yeah maybe I am. You running this little get together?”

“So what if I am? I’m allowed to host whatever the hell I want on my own property.”

“Not when it includes underage drinking you can’t. Now either you can shut it down or I’ll get the local police involved.”

The kid got closer and tried intimidating Jethro but failed. When that didn’t work, he went to punch him but Jethro blocked it easily and put the kid face down in the ground, with his arm twisted behind his back.

“Do something stupid like that again and I’ll put you in cuffs,” your husband warned.

“Alright! Alright! Just let go of my arm, you’re gonna break it!”

He let him up and walked back over to the both of you, pulling your daughter under his arm and having her get in the backseat of the car.

You stopped him as he shut the door.

“Nice moves old man,” you teased, making him chuckle. A quick peck on the lips and you both got in the car, driving back to NCIS for a long talk.

[rose-maidenn]

The fact that some idiots are still ardent on the fact that them posting about the rape case of Moumita wouldn't cause a difference is just pathetic to me and what difference will it cause if you stay quiet about this you are either ignorant or of the mentality of patriarchy itself that you're not posting or taking part in the march or protesting in your own way all you know is how to condemn people without ever having a conscience

After her a protester girl named Ankita was also raped and her face was then disfigured, a nurse was raped , a dalit lady also faced the issue ( they didn't even say her name that's how they treat lower caste in India ) , a 12 yr old boy , worse of all a child , it's all a series of events but Moumita being a doctor brings the issue forward what about the issues that are never brought to light because they're meer commoners . A country that cannot provide justice to a Doctor will that be able to provide safety to you and I ?

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My Darling

Media - Rings Of Power Character - Elrond Couple - Elrond X Reader Reader - [Elf] Pheica (Betrothed) Rating - 15 Word Count - 3260

Pheica bolted through the woods her bare feet leaping over tree roots and flowers the hem of her dress in her hands as she ran, following behind her Elrond grumbled at her antics. He once more went chasing after Pheica. the lady was to be his bride in just meer days and already she was running him a little ragged. Pheica was a fairly young elf in the grand scheme of immortal elves. She wasn't young enough that their wedding was to cause any issues but still she was dramatically younger in mindset then him,

“My lady why must you run from me so fast?” he asked with a sigh as he caught his breath, “we're to be wed soon! We have things to discuss.”

"don't you like running with me?" She turned to giggle at him,

Elrond shook his head, a grin on his face as he caught up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close and back against his chest. they were still ways out of town, hidden from the view of others by the thickness of the forest "I do enjoy my time with you. though there are more enjoyable ways to do so, my darling,"

"but I like getting to run into the woods with you, see all the pretty flowers, and tall trees and lovely little butterflies and glow flies,"

"I know you love to run around darling. it drives me mad chasing you in the woods though my darling," Elrond chuckled, pressing his face into her shoulder and nuzzling it.

"could we take a stroll atleast? I promise I won't let go of your hand?" she suggested,

Elrond couldn't ever stay mad at her for longer then a few seconds. her sweet eyes and pretty smile always made him melt on the spot. that mixed with her sweet voice always made him give into her "Very well, we can take a stroll. no running though. you must hold my hand the entire time"

Pheica nodded in agreement excitedly and held his hand happily continuing though the woods

Elrond walked leisurely beside her, keeping his pace slow with hers. He glanced at her as they walked, smiling softly. he had to admit that she looked adorable walking through the woods, with the sunlight peeking through the tree leaves, a gentle breeze making some locks of her hair swaying about her face. And whenever she began to get a little too far ahead Elrond would tighten his grip on her hand and bring her back as to not fully extend his arm, "What am I going to do with you my darling?"

she didn't answer too happy on her walk, one hand in his the other holding her dress to not get it dirty, her bare feet stepping through the grass happily dancing around flowers and tree roots but never leaving his grip,

he walked with her, enjoying watching her dance about the forest around them. she was almost like a fairy of some sort, free in her wild nature, and beautiful. he found himself watching her more often then watching their path,

"it's Bartholomew!" She cooed as she spotted a nest in a tree where two blue birds sat nuzzling, both began to sing as soon as she approached, "and Bella may!"

"you've named the birds My Darling?"

"I've named all the animals that I find," she cooed, "there nesting, they should have some little eggs soon,"

"I'm sure you're excited to see the baby birds my sweet. which reminds me, we need to discuss something important once we get back to Rivendell."

"oh? What must we discuss?" She asked finding a few small insects from the tree and putting them in the nest which the birds happily ate and sang thanks to her before she continues walking,

Elrond squeezed her hand as he began to speak about what he wanted to discuss, he tried to be as gentle as possible knowing her reaction, "we must discuss heirs My Darling. it's not something you can wait on to do. we must have at least one child within the first few months"

"Why?" She asked,

"because a marriage between elvish lords and ladies must produce heirs to strengthen the line. it is an old tradition that must not be broken My Darling. we have to give the people heirs"

"what if I'm not good at heirs?"

he chuckled gently at her response. "you will be darling, it will not be hard at all love. i will help you and we will raise them together. you will make an excellent mother My Darling"

she sighed and continued on their walk

Elrond could see that she wasn't happy about needing to have children but he knew that this was something that was part of their marriage. he kept a hold of her hand as they walked, walking with her in silence for a while "... I know that you don't like it my darling. but just think of the little ones we will have. they'll be beautiful and mischievous and full of life"

"but then I'm a old grumpy mummy,"

He chuckled at that, gently pulling her closer "You will be nothing like a grumpy old mummy My Darling. you will be a wise and caring mother. and you will still be beautiful even with years on you darling"

"but once I have children I have to go and... Sit in gazebos knitting like all the other ladies." She complained, "I want to adventure!"

Elrond laughed gently, shaking his head. "You will not have to sit in a gazebo and knit My Darling. you are not like the other ladies. once we have the little ones things will be a bit different but I know that you will still want to go off and adventure. you are you, and that's not something that will be changed from simply being a mother, you will still be able to go and adventure with them even as their mother. I promise you that My Darling"

she pouted "fine..."

he chuckled and gently kissed her forehead, "You will still be able to get into your antics My Darling, simply a little more cautious after children. I will be there to help and to support you no matter what My Darling... and we will have little ones to raise together"

she giggled excitedly as she came to the burrow kneeling on the grass cooing and as soon as she did a whole fluffle of fuzzy baby bunnies ran out into her arms

Elrond smiled as he watched her nearly get swarmed by a fluffle of fuzzy baby bunnies. he chuckled as he could see her holding so many in her arms she could barely see over them "I see you're getting surrounded by your favorite little creatures again My Darling"

"umm Mythos and cellia had another fluffle of kits there's almost too many little bunnies to name" she giggled tugging him down to sit with her

He chuckled, finding himself suddenly being bombarded by so many fuzzy little bunnies. they seemed fond of him, crawling over into his lap and cuddling against his legs or trying to run onto his shoulders as they tried to climb Elrond like a tree "I see we're being bombarded by quite a few bunnies here. how on earth did you remember their names My Darling?"

"I haven't come up with all the babies names yet I'm sure I will soon. I just like to name them all there all my little friends" she cooed cuddling and kissing the babies

He chuckled at how fond she was of all the little bunnies. the little creatures all seemed taken to her which didn't surprise Elrond. she was always so loving and sweet even the local wildlife seemed to adore her. he smiled a little as he watched her fuss over the babies "You're a little animal whisperer My Darling" He chuckled, looking over all the little bunnies in both their laps. they seemed quite content to crawl over both Elrond and Pheica, getting cuddled and pet by the loving pair. there were at least nine of the little fuzzballs in their laps from what he could see. after a moment one of the more daring ones tried to climb onto Elrond's head to chew on his hair,

"fizzle no. What is your obsession with hair" she said taking the little bunny away from his head "go eat grass if your so hungry"

He chuckled, shaking his head gently as he looked at the now scolded bunny. he tried to keep the smirk off his face at her scolding the bunny for trying to gnaw on his hair. though once the bunny was removed from his head he could see two more trying to climb onto his shoulders to use them as a perch of some kind but one little rabbit climbed up his shoulder across his back and tried to jump the gap between elrond and Pheica's shoulders but missed and went tumbling onto the grass

"Oh! Able! You silly bunny"

Elrond couldn't stop himself from letting out a hearty laugh, shaking his head at the little fuzzy being and how brave it was to try that jump, "Brave bunny"

"umm able's very brave but not very smart"

He chuckled, shaking his head at the little bunnies actions and agreeing with her statement. he watched two of the bunnies try to get into a wrestling match between his arms "That's very clear, but he is adorable nonetheless"

"I think there all adorable" she cooed picking one up and nuzzling it close "I wish I could visit them everyday"

"I know you wish you could see them everyday sweetheart. perhaps a compromise could be reached?"

"how so?"

he smiled a little, gently running his fingers through the baby bunnies fur. he was trying to carefully think of how to word this. he knew this would be new territory for her. he took a moment before speaking again "I know you love the time you spend in the woods, but now that we're engaged you need to start acting more like an elvish lady, My Darling. and... that means you have to spend a little more time in Rivendell" he explained, "I know you don't like Rivendell, and that you would prefer to stay outside all the time if you can. but you are to be my wife and future Lady of Rivendell. people will want to see you and spend time with you, as well as prepare you to be Lady"

"then what is it you suggest? As a compromise? As so far all I hear is things you wish" she explained

He could hear that she wasn't particularly happy, and he squeezed her hand softly, still rubbing his thumb into her skin gently. he knew that she was more stubborn than this and he wanted to keep this conversation as peaceful as possible. he took a deep breath before speaking again "I'm not trying to take you from your freedom, or anything of the sort My Darling. I simply want the people to get to know you, and I need you to be a part in our traditions, as well as learn to be... a future leader beside me" He spoke as soft and gently as he possibly could. "I know that's a lot to ask of you, my darling. but I would never dream of separating you from anything you love, My Darling. I only ask that you give this a chance, for me"

she huffed and pouted slightly petting the bunnies softly "... I will consider it... If!" She said "if you extend the rivendell gardens so we can let the bunnies and birds and fishes and frogs come live with us"

Elrond chuckled at her pout. he had gotten so used to it that he found it quite adorable that she would try to use it against him. he knew that she would want something that would keep her close to the wild and free feeling that she loved so much "I think I can find some room in the gardens to open an area for all your little friends My Darling"

"yay!" She smiled jumping on him to hug him excitedly,

He chuckled, falling back into the grass as the bunnies bolted away. he wrapped an arm around her as she tackled him, smiling and shaking his head at her excited mood change. he gently squeezed one of her hips as he laid on the ground with her on top of him

she giggled and softly gave him a kiss

He smiled at her, gently squeezing her hip as he laid in the grass looking up at her. He chuckled warmly before gently kissing her back, lifting his other hand to cup her cheek and lightly run his thumb over her skin as he deepened the kiss gently. He closed his eyes, enjoying having her on top of him and kissing her. He gently ran his hand along her hip and side gently, caressing her skin softly as he kept his other hand on her cheek and his thumb running over her skin. he gently tilted his head, tilting hers back a little more as he teased at her lips with his tongue.

they broke their kiss as they found themselves being crawled all over by the bunnies

He chuckled softly, breaking the kiss when he felt little paws crawling over him. he opened his eyes to see the bunnies back again and crawling all over them. he found himself smiling as he laid in the grass with her and the little creatures crawling all over them. He gently brushed a few of the babies off him, he looked up at his fiancé and shook his head a little, his smile now forming into a grin at the sight of her being crawled over by the fluff balls

she pulled away and sat up moving all the bunnies off then "go on now you'll all be late for dinner" she chuckled sending them all back to the burrow,

He let out a warm chuckle, watching her move the cute babies off them one by one as she gently coaxed them back to the burrow. he sat up as well, watching them all run away back towards the small tunnel

"You're such a natural with them darling. it's quite endearing"

"mhm" she nodded "maybe next it shall be a dragon" she giggled nuzzling his neck

He chuckled at that, shaking his head a little. he would not put it past her to find a dragon and somehow tame it and bring it home. she was capable of getting into anything it seemed. he let out a warm hum as she nuzzled into his neck, bringing his other hand up to rub and gently run his hand along her back as she nuzzled him "Please don't go and find yourself a pet dragon My Darling"

"but a little dragon could be so useful... He could light candles and fires and collect little lost coins"

He chuckled, shaking his head and gently rubbing her shoulders as he held her close. he could already tell that she was going to try and worm her way into convincing him to allow a dragon. he knew that he had to put his foot down and not fall for her adorable puppy dog eyes and cute pout "We have fire for candles and fires, we can find our own coins, and I do not need a flying fire breathing lizard crawling around"

she pouted "fine... You'll just have to give me some little elves instead"

He reached and gently pinched one of her cheeks lightly, still rubbing and squeezing her shoulders gently as he did. at the mention of little elves he raised his eyebrows a little, trying to keep the smile off his face "Little elves darling?" he couldn't help but smile a little more and chuckle heartily at the thought of them having little elves "And where do you expect us to get any little elves to call our own, My Darling?"

"I'm sure we'll find some somewhere perhaps under our marriage bed."

"Darling, I don't think the little baby elves come from underneath the bed"

"no?" She giggled "so where do they come from?" She teased joking with him

He chuckled softly at her little game, knowing that she was only pulling his leg but playing along anyway for her. he squeezed her shoulders gently, pulling her a little closer so that her body was flushed against his as he smiled against her hair "Well, you see My Darling, when two people get married they have to do a special ritual each night on their marriage bed. That's how little elves are made"

"every night?"

He chuckled a little, looking down at her a little. he was just going to keep playing this little game and tease her. he squeezed her shoulders and pulled her a little closer, their bodies pressed together as he continued speaking "Oh yes, every night. Sometimes multiple times a night even"

"...what if I'm sleepy?"

He chuckled again, leaning down to nuzzle her ear lightly and gently kiss her neck gently. he knew she was just making up excuses and he was still going to play along with her game "Then I just make sure you're awake darling, don't you worry about a thing. I'll keep you awake all night long if I have to"

"when we get married will we get to share a big bed?" She asked moving closer laying herself between his legs and resting on his chest

He let out a warm, deep hum as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her up against him, her warm, soft body pressed up against him. he loved having her so close to him, and he smiled at her question "Yes, once we are married we will share a giant bed all to ourselves darling. you'll never have to sleep alone again"

"...will we get to cuddle?"

He chuckled lightly at her question, running his hands up and down her sides lovingly. he continued to hold her against him, enjoying feeling her pressed up against his body and being close to her "Of course we'll get to cuddle. we'll get to cuddle all night long, every night. I'll keep my arms wrapped around you and I'll have you against me all the time, My Darling"

she smiled and happily cuddled up a little tighter

He smiled warmly, feeling her cuddle up against him even tighter. he loved having her so close to him. he gently squeezed her hips and gently caressed her skin as he held her against him. gently burying his nose into her hair and smiling as he nuzzled her hair lovingly "You feel so good, pressed up against me darling"

"I like being in your arms... It's cosy"

He smiled, continuing to nuzzle her hair as she cuddled against him. he loved feeling her in his arms. she just felt so right against him and he never wanted to let her go. he gently squeezed her hips and pulled her a bit closer into his arms, nuzzling her hair again softly "You fit so perfectly against me darling, like we were meant to be together" He smiled pressing a tender kiss to her lips, “Come along now, we need to get back before the sun sets.”

“Do we have to?”

“I’m afraid so darling, but I promise you can hold my hand the whole way back and maybe have a little cuddle in my bed when we get back,” he winked,

“Okay,” She agreed jumping up and starting to run back through the forest,

Elrond chuckled and rolled his eyes a little fixing his clothes a little before he ran after her grabbing her hand and spinning her into his chest, “Come on then Darling.”