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nishihiroto · 3 years ago

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tagged by bestie @jaehyukkies thanks friend ✨putting this under read more since it’s so long!

1. why did you choose your url?

honestly i had no idea what to do for my url (as erin knows because i made her help me brainstorm) but i ult a.c.e and knew that i’d be posting a lot of them on here so i did a mashup of donghun (my ult bias my beloved) and byeongkwan.

2. any side blogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

nope just this absolute chaotic multistan mess of a blog

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

i made my first tumblr in 2010 but i have since wiped that one from the face of the earth because it was a very depressing mess of high school sadness and hardcore music. i made this one in january i think!

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope!

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

mostly because erin told me i should looool and that it would be fun so i decided to give it a try!

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because pink fuzzy sweater donghun my beloved

7. why did you choose your header?

i was inspired to try to make my own header (using a template though) so i made it with some colors i like but honestly i do not love it and might try to do something else at some point soon

8. what's your post with the most notes?

as of right now it’s my donghun set from the down music video!! which makes me very happy

9. how many mutuals do you have?

honestly i do not know, but i love every single one of you!!!

10. how many followers do you have?

166 as of right now!

11. how many people do you follow?

260!

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

i am not exactly sure what that is but i write a lot of dumb text posts lol

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i’m lurking on here randomly every day and i try to reblog as much content as i can! i usually post like one gifset a day but sometimes it’s more like 3 a week if i’m busy/not feeling inspired. but sometimes i’ll post like three in a day lol

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

lol who has time for that i have a job

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

not sure exactly what this means, but in terms of social impact stuff i think everyone interacts with important issues in their own way. i feel that it’s important to be informed on what’s going on in the world but it’s also important to get information from trusted sources and take real, meaningful action in a way that feels comfortable and appropriate for you. i also don’t think it’s anyone’s place to tell anyone else what to share on their own page. hopefully that makes sense lol.

16. do you like tag games?

yes they are fun and i love doing them! but sometimes i forget to do them because i’ll see them at work and just like, totally forget by the time i’m off.

17. do you like ask games?

yes i love screaming into the void about things and making new friends

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

erin knows that i think she is tumblr famous and i am always in awe of the amazing community she has built here! and i have mutuals who make some amazing content that i am in awe of and they are tumblr famous to me lol

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i have friend crushes on all of my mutuals plz be my friends thank you

20. tags?

i’ll tag @24hoursofdaisy, @yootaeyanq, @shuaway, @blacckestrose, @takatamashi and anyone else who wants to do this! but please feel free to ignore since this is very long lol 💖

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sorisooyaa · 2 years ago

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OMGGGGG ANGELLL!!! I LOVE THIS SOO MUCHHH!!! I CANT BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY WROTE IT!! I'M CRYINGGGGG 😭😭😭😭 AND YOY MADE IT SOOOO MUCH BETTTER!!! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND THE FACT U R WRITING MY SILLY IDEAS IT SOO AMAZING!!!

I FEEL LIKE A CELEBRITY!! 💖💖💖💖😭😭😭😭

And omggg u know me too welllll ahhhhhg!!!!! omggggg!!!! HOW U WROTE ABOUT HER MOTHER COMPLAINING 🤣🤣🤣 OMGGG DID U LIKE IDK WHERE U HERE?!?!? 🤣

Little had she known back at that moment that minding Maglor would be akin to watching a petulant toddler on a perpetual sugar high.

😅😅😅 If I could whack him on the hea I would lol!!! Mags!

So this was the little assistant his brother’s manager had assigned to him, he thought, interest flaring up in his sharp mind; she was truly pretty and probably entirely wasted on an idiot like Maglor.

BIG BROTHER MAEDHROS ENERGYTTT!!!! 😭😭😭😭 I WOULD LOVE TO HVE HIM AS MY BIG BRO 😭😭😭 I COULD EVEN CALL HIM BIG BRO IN MY LANGUAGE (the honorifics too lol)

Due to his own predilections, he could appreciate the rich tone of her skin and the elegant curve of her huge eyes that glistened like wet ink as she stared up at him – undaunted and brave – with a tiny scowl on that soft rose petal mouth; yes, she was definitely a stunning woman and the way her feet moved into a wider stance reminded him of water flowing effortlessly and unstoppably down a ravine.

I- .... 😳😳😳 now now Maedhros, be careful! We don't wanna make Fingon jelly now do we? 😅

“I think he has a good voice, but that music? Torture. He might even be a decent-looking man if he didn’t choose to dress like a clown at a rave party for prepubescent children.”

No offense! I would say this straight to modern Maglor's face (provided Maedhros gives me full courage and promised I won't be fired like lol)

“well, I am telling you now then. Let me think, well, I suppose you’re also spending the night in the hotel? Why don’t you come over to the room,” he checked his key, “389 in an hour or so?”

Oh lol! No offense Mae! That sounds a little scary lol! Having to meet 7 guys alone! I don't wanna met Celegorm lol but I'll do it for Maglor

“One of the brothers, I surmise?” she asked sharply, “In that case, maybe you can find Maglor and ascertain he’s not kidnapped between the venue and the hotel?”

“The pretty one,” he smirked, “who makes all the others look rather plain in comparison. And sure, I’ll wrangle the brat. See you later!”

Again!! Big brother energy!!! I LOVE HIM SOO MUCHHH!!!

“She moves like a dancer,” Maedhros commented later, stretching out his long legs on the pristine sheets while watching his brother towel dry his dark hair haphazardly, “have you ever seen her dance?”

👀👀👀

“No.” Maglor made a face; he was no longer sure if it had been such a good idea to ask his oldest brother for help

Awww Mags! My sweet siren! U r a baby brother deal with it haha!

“I get on her nerves,” he admitted, sadness weaving hollow notes into his beautiful voice, “and I don’t know, for the life of me, what I’ve done to upset her so.”

“As the person who’s babysat you for most of your life,” Maedhros replied with easy grace, “I can tell you: You’re a damn brat. Spoiled, temperamental, and entirely impossible to take seriously.”

Then, after a pause, he added: “Also your music is awful.”

OH THE BURN!! HAHAHAAA !! poor baby Maggy lol!!

“My manager said I had to sell what people want to buy,” Maglor replied sheepishly; he cared about his music, but he knew very little about the machinations of the world. It was too easy by far to sway him by sweet words or fervent pleas and – evidently – he had lost his way on his path to fame and fortune.

🥺🥺🥺 Maglor, plz never let the world destroy ur Beautiful charming voice! ✨️

“Watch and marvel,” Maedhros grinned as he went over to the door of his room, “Nelyo’s still got it. Big Brother extraordinaire, the man, the marvel, the mystery.”

🤣🤣🤣 awww Maedhros!! I LOVE YOUUU!!

I'M SORRY.... TERRIBLE??? EXCUSE ME!?!? THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!! U TOOK MY IDEA AND MADE IT SOOOO MUCHHH BETTTERRRR IT'S BEAUTIFUL!! I'M CRYINGGG I LOVE UUUU😭😭😭😭💞💞💞💜💙💙💜💙💜💙💜💙

He's a 10, but... - Part 1

My darling @sorisooyaa has given me the permission to write one of her HCs/OC ideas...

And God, didn't I run with it? I am sorry...I am so sorry...

So - despite resting and having dinner with my husband - I am able to offer you the first part of this right now 🙈

Words: 1,7k

Characters: Maglor x South Asian OC, Maedhros

Warnings: rude language

“God, I expected so much more from you!”

Ashira rolled her eyes, adjusting the tiny plugs in her ears before they could fall out, and went on folding away the ridiculous stage outfits of the man she was essentially babysitting while her mother screeched her disappointment into the phone.

She, herself, had also at least hoped for something more fulfilling when she had accepted what she had then thought would be her dream job; after over a year of filing documents and getting coffee for pompous executives, she had believed that her day had finally come when her boss had announced to her that he thought her ready to take care of a client – a big, important client at that – on her own.

Little had she known back at that moment that minding Maglor would be akin to watching a petulant toddler on a perpetual sugar high.

“This is not what we paid a fortune in college fees for,” her mother went on pouring bitter poison into her ringing ears; she meant well, Ashira knew that, but she couldn’t help feeling deflated by the disappointment in the woman’s usually so tender voice.

“I am sorry, mother,” she whispered and – as there was nothing more to be said – she ended the phone call and almost dropped her face into the pile of garishly neon shirts she was putting away. What dreams she had once had and what courage she had lost on the way!

“Ugh,” she groaned, “that ridiculous, bratty, insufferable man-child!”

“Is he really that bad?”

She whirled around – shocked beyond words – to find a tall, handsome man leaning against the metal beam of the stage, a broad grin twisting his beautiful face into a work of art. His stunning face – pale and angular – was crowned by a halo of flaming red hair and the curve of his mouth made him appear boyishly cheerful despite the lines of sorrow and pain graven into his fair skin.

“I am sorry,” she stammered again, “I spoke out of turn.”

It would not do to be caught badmouthing her client; if she ever wanted to be promoted to an associate rather than a mere assistant manager, this kind of faux pas was certainly unforgivably careless.

“Not at all,” the man replied quickly, “I want to agree with you, but I’d love to hear your reasons!”

He strode closer now, appreciating the way her dark eyes flashed with intelligence and distrust and how the discreet golden ornaments around her slim ankles and elegant wrists caught the weak beams of the dimmed stage lights.

Dutiful as ever, Maedhros had heeded and followed the imploring call he had received a few days prior and – preceding his other dawdling siblings – had rushed to the remote location of Maglor’s final concert on his tour; the fact that his brother had brought up this girl at least thrice during a 5-minute call had contributed to his haste though and – now that he saw this fairy-tale princess with her unfathomable eyes and velvet skin – he understood everything.

She didn’t seem to like Maglor though and that gave Maedhros pause; if he could, he’d find out how his younger sibling had messed this up already and try to remedy the situation as fast and as thoroughly as possible. Maglor’s happiness was important to him, despite his well-meaning mockery and – as his older brother – Maedhros would do whatever was within his power to support and aid him.

“It’s just…” Ashira started but remembered just in time that it was a bad idea to go blabbing to the first good-looking stranger who came strolling into the backstage area if she truly wanted to carve out a career for herself in the music industry. The waters here were full of sharks and leeches.

“Yes?” the stranger prompted gently, freezing a few paces away into watchful readiness.

With a shrug, she gestured towards the pile of clothes and the cheap trinkets that were passed off as accessories in the elaborate and overly artificial show she had seen one too many times; she was sick and tired of it and couldn’t wait to go back home.

Maybe, she thought, it was time to admit that her parents were right and let go of her dream. She had given it a shot and not made it anywhere, and it hurt to admit that – despite her best efforts – she just wasn’t cut out for it.

“It’s such a waste,” she whispered under her breath, “I think he has a good voice, but that music? Torture. He might even be a decent-looking man if he didn’t choose to dress like a clown at a rave party for prepubescent children.”

To her utter surprise, the stranger threw his head back and guffawed until he had to brace himself against another beam not to topple over.

“I think you are spot-on in your analysis,” he panted, “but – allow me to assure you – Mags has a great voice and he’s probably not even the ugliest of the bunch!”

“The bunch?” Ashira leaned forward subconsciously in her eagerness to find a single nugget of authentic truth about the creature she had lost sight of once more, which she only remembered when she was not interrupted every two seconds.

Fatigue washed through her at the thought of having to chase Maglor through the whole backstage area to make sure that he arrived at the hotel in one piece; she was his jailor, his zookeeper, his nanny, and she resented him for squandering her precious talents on such anodyne tasks.

“Oh, he’s not told you that he has 6 brothers?” the man asked, his brow furrowing slightly, “well, I am telling you now then. Let me think, well, I suppose you’re also spending the night in the hotel? Why don’t you come over to the room,” he checked his key, “389 in an hour or so?”

“That would be highly irregular,” she retorted coldly; her head was spinning with all this new information being dumped on her so suddenly. Maglor had indeed hinted at being one of many boys at home, but she had only ever caught the odd reference here and there without paying it any more heed.

“I just want to make your life – work-life, I promise – a bit easier,” he grinned and then extended his hand, “I’m Maedhros by the way.”

“One of the brothers, I surmise?” she asked sharply, “In that case, maybe you can find Maglor and ascertain he’s not kidnapped between the venue and the hotel?”

“The pretty one,” he smirked, “who makes all the others look rather plain in comparison. And sure, I’ll wrangle the brat. See you later!”

Whistling a merry tune, he disappeared down a dark corridor and Ashira was left to wonder whether she should accept his invitation or not.

“No.” Maglor made a face; he was no longer sure if it had been such a good idea to ask his oldest brother for help. Having been in a committed relationship with the same man for over a decade, Maedhros was the last person who might have offered any valuable insight into the workings of a young woman’s mind and heart, but he was unfortunately also the first person who came to Maglor’s own mind when he was feeling insecure or upset.

“I get on her nerves,” he admitted, sadness weaving hollow notes into his beautiful voice, “and I don’t know, for the life of me, what I’ve done to upset her so.”

Then, after a pause, he added: “Also your music is awful.”

“Well, thank you brother dearest,” Maglor grunted, “and here I was thinking that you’d come to cheer me up and to assure me that I am not wasting my life.”

Maedhros cocked his head slightly, red locks tumbling artfully over his shoulder, and Maglor rolled his eyes; he had not been blessed with his brother’s gift of looking picture-perfect at all times, but he had thought that his ability to make beauty – to conjure it up by the skill of his fingers and the passion of his heart – would count for something. Now, it seemed that even that blessing had forsaken him.

“Why do you do that? Dress up like a monkey on crack? Let computer programs distort your beautiful voice?” Maedhros then asked gently, sitting up further and waving his brother closer to envelop him in a tight hug as he had always done when either one of them had been upset.

“The others will arrive shortly,” Maedhros informed him carefully, “and we’ll look together into what can be done. I might already have an idea though.”

Before he could go on though, he was interrupted by a short, forceful knock.

“What…”

“Watch and marvel,” Maedhros grinned as he went over to the door of his room, “Nelyo’s still got it. Big Brother extraordinaire, the man, the marvel, the mystery.”

So, my darling baby girl, here is my humble offering.

If you do not find this terrible, I will go on and give you shirtless Maglor, sweet kisses, and a better future for everyone!

Lots of love from me <3

@eunoiaastralwings I tag you too as a thank you for the amazing HC you put out today :D

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