#i should make edits of my kins

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

i wonder why i haven’t written for csm more

[angeltism]

I should make gifts for my mooties..

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting Heroes Discord voted for me to be bad and work on this idea after birb. So... ta-da? (Please no editing, this was strait from brain to Scrivener to y'all.)

Pair of Jacks - starting snippet

There was a knock at Bruce’s door: precisely rhythmic, but hesitant in volume. Tim, then. Despite Bruce’s best efforts, Tim still was shy about ‘interrupting’ Bruce. Though at least he did come to Bruce now, that alone had been an effort. But it was effort well spent and effort that he should have put in soon for Tim. Tim had born so many of Bruce’s inadequacies, and he would forever be making up for that.

“Tim, come in,” Bruce called out. He gave a little smile as his son peered through the door. “I didn’t know you were going to be home this weekend. It’s nice to see you.”

“I, um, wasn’t planning to be home,” Tim said. “But I—well, I mean, do you have a moment to talk?”

“Of course,” Bruce said. He made an obvious show of setting his work aside so that Tim would know that he had Bruce’s attention. It was harder to pause his brain from running through ideas and scenarios of what could be worrying Tim. Breathe. Wait. Tim would tell him and then he could help fix it.

Tim set his messenger bag next to the chair as he dropped into it. He must have come right up, which meant that whatever the issue, it was really bothering Tim. He pulled a manila envelope out of the bag. The paper was crinkled from being too rightly gripped. Tim didn’t open it.

“I, um, I got this today. It was delivered by courier and everything,” Tim said, eyes glued to the envelope. “It’s a set of wills for some people called the Fentons. Jackson and Maddi son Fenton. They were married. They died in a freak explosion last week, along with their daughter Jasmin Fenton.”

“That’s awful,” Bruce said when Tim paused and didn’t seem to be continuing. “Were they relatives of yours?”

“No,” Tim said with a worrying little laugh. “I’m not related to them at all. But there, um, there was a son. Is a son, Daniel Fenton. The will says that…”

“Tim?” Bruce prompted gently at the next pause.

“It um, it seems Jack—my dad Jack, not Jack Fenton, it says that Jack had a fling with Madison at some conference. It says that Jack is Daniel biological father. That Daniel is my half brother.” Tim finally tore his gaze away from the envelope and looked up at Bruce with wet eyes. “Dad, I have a brother. A brother that I never knew about and now… and now his family is dead. I’m the next of kin. They want to know if I’ll take him! I don’t—it’s just—I’m twenty-one! How am I supposed to take care of a kid? But I can’t say no if I’m all he has when he just lost everyone, but what do I even do? I don’t… I don’t…”

“Tim, sweetheart, breathe for me, okay? You’re having an anxiety attack,” Bruce said as he dashed around his desk and knelt by Tim’s side. He took the envelope, set it on the desk, and gave Tim his hands instead. “Can you squeeze my hands? There, good. Focus on how my hands feel in yours. I have that cut on my left ring finger that’s still healing. Feel along the fresh scar.”

“Sorry,” Tim whispered. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re alright. This is a great deal to handle, I know, but we’ll handle it,” Bruce promised. “Even though you’re an adult now, you’re still my son. Daniel will be welcome to live here at the manor. I can become his guardian along with you. We will handle it.”

Tim finally took a properly deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re sure? He’s fourteen. That’s another four years of a kid.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with an empty house,” Bruce said, perhaps too honest in the jest.

Tim sniffled and freed a hand to wipe at his eyes. “Get some actual rest?”

“Boring,” Bruce said dismissively. He pulled out his handkerchief and offered it to Tim. “I’d rather have family than rest any day, even the unexpected family.”

“You’ve never had expected family to compare to,” Tim said once he’d dried his eyes. He clung to the fabric almost desperately, but at least he sounded better.

“No, but I’m quite happy about how my family has worked out. Speaking off, let’s go see Alfred for a snack, and you and I can go through the wills together, alright sweetheart?”

“Alright,” Tim said as if the word could ground him. “Alright.”

(oh look a part 2)

[omgfangirlland]

YOU ALWAYS UNDERSTAND WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT!! (Yes, i was talking about the Demogorgon)

OMG.. I need more part of this! PLEASE MAKE A PART 2!?

-🔱

Here's part two of this drabble!

(I almost didn't see the one about the date- which is funny considering what I had planned since yesterday :)) but that will be a part three- this is getting too long)

ALSO- none of my drabbles are spell-checked beyond once as I write- they'll never be, so, sorry for any weird misspellings or nonsensical stuff- tho' if someone comments about one of them I'll explain/edit.

Cetanu expected a lot to happen when he took four Young Bloods off the mother ship to hunt, get some more experience before they'd have to go off to get blooded-

He expected the little menaces to butt heads, to argue over who actually killed what, to whine and pout, to try and show off by doing stupid shit- their ship crashing, his hellhound running away wounded, and then finding the mutt in the arms of a Soft Meat wasn't part of it.

The Elder Yautja was war-worn, one of the few survivors, scarred and named after their god of death himself due to the life he'd had so far. And yet, Cetanu felt like he was growing sloppy, maybe it was his ego, maybe he actually thought that by now, nothing would surprise him. He should have known better... And about now, he realized he shouldn't have left the Young Bloods without supervision.

Maybe that's why he walked around without his cloak activated, why he let the surprise clearly show in his body language- maybe the crash affected him as well- but he's sure every one of his kin would let the shock settle in at the sight of an Ooman babying their hellhound as a Xenomorph and infantile Demogorgon snuggled at her feet- and the Flerken lazing around in the window didn't help his confusion.

Was Cetanu offended that his companion barely acknowledged him and just snuggled closer to the human? Yes. Very much so. His mandibles clicked together in annoyance before his eyes settled on the human.

They had a code- and while his clan had been exiled from Yautja Prime, they weren't Blad Bloods. They followed the code; he did. You were clearly not even an unworthy opponent. He remembers Ooman's having a saying- lover, not a fighter- and that seemed to fit you. He can't imagine any other reason why these dangerous aliens lie belly up at your feet, why the Xonomorph didn't attack him on sight. You clearly bewitched them somehow. He called for his hellhound again, from a safe distance, just in case.

The tall alien seemed to sputter as his pup whined loudly, much like a husky would, and just wiggled in your arms until its back was turned to his master. Cetanu was stunned- he knew the little bastard had always been hard-headed, but this was just a straight-up tantrum.

Another call for the hellhound earned a huff from it, and as your eyes locked with the old yautja, he just flung his hand in a show of "Are you seeing this?" You just gave him a shaky smile. "So- he's yours?"

You must be a witch. He refused to believe otherwise, that he simply folded because you smiled at him, a human!... The tea you made was good, however, he did not enjoy the metal straw you gave him with it. "Oh- I think I have some stuff that may help in the shed."

"... Thank you." The robotic voice of the translator on his gauntlet answered as he typed, completely refusing to acknowledge the Flerken you called old boy even as it sat on his shoulder. He realized quicker than anything that happened since the crash that you, in fact, didn't know what dangerous aliens had taken in as... pets. He couldn't help but glare at the Xenomorph that kept handing him a ball, patiently waiting for him to throw it with a wagging tail.

And, as it turns out, he did find something that would help, he just wishes he could have told you not to follow him, but his mutt- that will be getting benched for a while when they get back- was insistent on not leaving your side, flopping to the ground and screaming if he tried to grab him. Cetanu gave up quick.

When Cetanu and you finally reached his crashed ship, his shoulders slumped at the sight of the youngest yautja, a male, screeching his lungs out on top of the ship's wing, not yelling anything specific, just screeching, while his middle siblings, a female and another male, were tussling it out on the ground. The oldest un-blooded, another female, just watched the chaos with a bored expression.

As soon as the youngsters saw him, they froze. The youngest stopped mid-screech, jaws still wide open, while the middle young bloods stopped their fighting. Their eyes immediately went straight to the human and her dangerous team of aliens.

They were more confused than their elder. But they rolled with it- it's what they did, they adapted and survived. Still couldn't not be weirded out by the quadruped Xenomorph helping them out with the rebuilding of the ship. Speaking of- it took them a week to fix enough for one flight back to the mother ship. It would have taken longer if it weren't for you, helping them buy what they needed, because they sure as hell didn't know what the closest Ooman equivalent will be.

As the days passed, the un-blooded also noticed a few things. How unsure- insecure, you were of your abilities and of how smart you actually were. How Cetanu clearly cares for you, and how his hellhound always found a way to push you into the older Yautja. They also noticed how your family, which they knew you had, didn't care for you. But that's fine. They'll be your family, and they'll make sure their Elder finally has someone by his side.

The first to join the hellhound on his mission of making Cetanu fall for you was the youngest, Yadaedh, who decided that the meat you made on the grill, with your Ooman seasoning, was too good to just leave behind. The oldest, Ni'yteer, was second, as she simply folded over as soon as you smiled up at her and complimented her strength, if her Leader's brother won't have you, she will. The twins, Ve'sto and Echa, decided together that Cetanu was simply stupid, and he'll die alone if they don't intervene and give him a push to see that the soft meat clearly was into him.

While the younger ones took care of Cetanu, Ni'yteer was on you like white on rice, and she dug in as soon as she heard how much you liked looking at the stars. "Do you want to travel space?" Her voice was deep, growly, as the mask translated at the same time she spoke, and you just shrugged. "It'll be fun, I guess. But I can't just up and leave."

"Why? Your family won't care." It was mean, but true, and Ni'yteer knew you needed to hear that from someone else. She could see it on your face. "I know..." You almost whispered. It still hurt. "But I can't just up and leave the other animals." And there it was- that would be easy to fix. Ni'yteer patted her shoulder, clicking her mandibles in a soothing manner like her mother used to.

Cetanu, on the other hand, was ready to tape the youngsters' faces shut. Yes, he knew how soft you were, you were a human, and yes, he knew how nice your hair and hands felt in his, and YES he knew Ni'yteer wanted to court you- Wait- His head snapped towards Echa, clicking maddly. "What?"

And if Echa could smirk, she would have. "Oh yea- after she gets blooded, Ni'yteer wants to come back and claim her little Ooman-" That seemed to do the trick as the elder dropped the tools he was holding and went back to your home. Mission accomplished.

They don't know what happened, how it happened, but the relationship between you two definitely changed. Longing gazes and flustered touches, and a promise that he'll come back. And you just smiled, heart heavy. You didn't believe him, not when your own family didn't, but the three days left were spent in bliss.

The first thing he did when he stepped foot on the mother ship was grab his sister, the leader, and pull her into a private room and childishly threaten her that if she didn't give him a space for his mate and her pets, he'll run away to Earth and elope. It was childish, unfit of him, but he couldn't let someone else take you, Ni'yteer or some other human.

His sister just stared at him. "... Someone fell in love with your ugly mug?"

He got a new space, a whole wing just for him and his lover- the perk of being the little brother of the leader. It, however, took another week before everything was up to par- wall enclosures for the snakes fit with everything they'll need that will keep the air pressure at the ideal Pascal they'll need, the chickens had a space of their own, as did the Demogorgon, big enough for the thing to fit and do as it pleases once grown.

The Xenomorph did take everyone by surprise. "What do you mean your little Ooman tamed it?!" Another elder almost screamed at the information, and Cetanu shrugged. "Exactly what I said."

When the mother ship landed, it did so quietly, but not unseen. And when you opened your back door and saw Cetanu- not even caring when Fluffs and Goober sneaked past to run in circles with Predator- you started tearing up. He did come back, and not to just leave you again, but to take you with him- you and all your fur babies.

By the time Bruce and the others reached the place, the ship was gone, and so were you. Someone took you, his baby- the child he didn't even know moved into the fucking forest to take care of cryptids. That won't do.

...Cetanu's sister was ready to fight him for you if he ever made you sad, and you stopped cooking and making those sweet things you humans were enamored by.

"She's OUR human now-"

"No."

"Yes-"

I am a female yautjas being bigger and stronger truther 😩Ni and Cet are long "haired" and Ve'sto has one side longer than the other.

Y'all seemed to yearn for this part- so I hope you don't mind the tags @lotsakitties @demis2955 @rad4bean @bunnymysteriously

[lemon-russ]

My brain is full of Leman Russ nonsense and I'm making it everyones problem. No edit, written in bed on my phone, no regerts.

Leman Russ x F!Reader

Pre-emperor discovering Fenris

Cw: none it's just fluff

Tags (see I can write things that are not horrors still): @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk

It wasn't often someone got to be alone with The Wolf King.

He had people clamoring to be near him constantly. He had a whole court, the Russ tribe, friends, admirers. It was rare for the massive man to be seen without at least his wolf-kin at his side.

But tonight, you had him to yourself.

Walking through fresh, still falling snow, your footsteps crunching and the world muffled by the flakes.

“Are you cold, pup?” He asked softly. You smile up at him, shaking your head no. You're wrapped in soft furs- furs of beasts he hunted, skinned, and cured for you when he found out you had been wrapping in blankets in the snow instead.

He grins down at you, his teeth sharp unlike any others. It was partially where his title came from. The Wolf King.

But for you, he is just Leman. Your Leman.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder, walking through the moonlit snow easily with his wide strides. The woods are beautiful tonight, fat snow flakes clinging to pine needles, framing the forest in white. It wasn't often the snow came down so gently. A rare treat to see the world so at rest.

He leads you to a tree, packing down some of the snow and laying out a fur for you to sit on. You gratefully take the seat, and he flops next to you and pulls you against him, tucking his fur around you.

You sigh, snuggling to his broad chest. You're tiny, compared to him. There are many myths to why the wolf king is so large and strong, some claiming his wolf-mother blessed him, some say he is a god reborn. You tease him that it's because his heart is so big, he had to grow to hold it. This is usually met with an assault of kisses and tickles.

Leman looks up at the moon, full and fighting to be seen between breaks in the snow clouds.

“Usually I enjoy the energy and excitement of a harsh storm-” he says as he rubs your back. “But even I have to sit and admire when things are peaceful.”

You smile up at him, admiring his strong jaw and pale eyes. “It is a lovely view.” You say softly.

He glances down at you with a smirk. “I meant the moon, you silly pup.” He chuckles, squeezing you closer as you giggle.

His expression grows softer, meeting your eyes quietly a moment.

“Leman…?” You ask softly.

He looks like he is in thought. Then he takes a deep breath, and moves to hold both of your hands between his.

“Pup, I… I've been considering something.” He says in that soft tone reserved for you. “I think now is a good time for it…”

You knit your brow, “A good time for…” your words trail as he pulls a ribbon from his pocket.

An intricately embroidered ribbon, with wolf emblems, and his tribes runes and- and your tribes runes-

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart hammering. You look back up at him and are met with a sweet, tender, and very nervous looking Wolf King.

“I have given this a lot of thought…” he says gently, looking at the ribbon between his hands. “I wasn't sure if… if I should. My life is hectic. It is hard. I love being The Wolf King, and I love the fenrisian people. But it can be overwhelming…” he looks back to your eyes.

“But I think… I want to do it with you by my side. With our pups running around the Aett. With you in my bed every night…” he smiles nervously.

“If you'd have me, love, I will do everything in my power to make sure you never go a day without anything. Warmth, food, mjöd, clothes…”

You blink back tears, moving to kneel before him, taking his face between your small hands.

He sighs and smiles, tears shimmering in his own eyes. You reach for his hands, wrapping the ribbon around your hand.

“I only ever need you, my heart.” You say gently. “Every day that I share with you, I have everything I need.”

A tear falls down Leman's face as he lets out a small laugh. He encompasses your hand in his, then wraps the ribbon around it.

“I vow to be at your side, every day, for the rest of our lives…” he says softly. “I vow to care for you, to love you, to carry you when you are weak…” he adds, wrapping the ribbon once more each promise.

You take the ribbon and loop it around again. “I vow to love you until the end of days…” you promise, “and to be your comfort, and to be the hearth you come home to to warm your heart when being the Wolf King tires you…”

He smiles, helping you tie the ends to a knot. Tears chill both of your cheeks as you meet eachothers eyes.

“And I vow to be at the worlds end, hand in hand with you, my love.” You say with a wavering voice.

He raises your free hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “And I will be there with you, as it all crumbles away, my heart. My love.�� He kisses your hand again, then leans down and presses a tear salted kiss to your lips.

“My Wolf Queen.”

[colorfulwastelandvoid]

Quick Thoughts p2

I’ll make this quick but your hatred/dislike or lack of engagement with characters does not make you nuanced, correct or an activist. You’re just insufferable.

Hating every character from Piltover, is neither sticking it to the rich man nor the fight against real world classism. It’s a lack of engagement in the canon of a show yall claim to love. Wishing death or the indifference to it on the black female character because she is a politician is not progressive. Saying that she’s hot and nothing else or just tying to her socioeconomic status and manipulation( something of which she did like twice in the first part of season 1) is playing into racial tropes and is just ignorant, even when a black person does it. The lack of respect the fandom has to the man the created Hextech in his studio apartment is baffling. To remove his agency and autonomy just to stick in your ship and hate on his canon love interest is insulting. This shouldn’t be controversial but for some reason it is; he did what he did because he believed it to be the right choice. He’s impulsive, emotional and stubborn. He agreed with her(he also didn’t listen to her), and didn’t listen to his own mentor because he thought he knew best. He even apologizes for this to her at the end of season 1 and admits she was right.

Calling the wlw ship oppressed x oppressor is incredibly shallow in fandom and dangerous outside of it. People are allowed to/ do fall in love with whomever. We as humans will always exist outside the government/ political environment we are confined in and should be able to and do to find love regardless of race,class or creed. If you’re American you should be aware of the Loving v Virginia case. Calling one of them a class traitor for finally choosing her self and working with the best she got to take down her sister is counterproductive.

There is something insidious in the way the fandom only lets the female and POC characters exist in their lowest moments and tear them apart. Yall really are kin to the most stereotypical League of Legends player. What happened to character growth? Also if the story happened the way I see some of yall wanted to then there would be no story. Cause all these would not be doing anything or growing.

A lot of the fandom wants to sound like nuanced, progressive leftists, but in actuality yall look and sound like bigoted conservatives who have yet to do the emotional self reflection to have these conversations, but want to sound smart.The last thing I’m gonna say here is this:

Arcane is to white ( it’s not just white people, I will concede on that point) leftist the same way Handmaid’s Tale is to white feminists.

Ps so this wasn’t all that quick. Maybe cause I’ve had to create a new TikTok account to post my edits so I’m seeing a lot of the dumb bigoted takes again on my fyp. It’s irritating that I gotta go and reblock accounts and tags on TikTok now but anything to keep me from cussing people out.

PSs Also if yall come swinging in my notes or reblogs I will just block you. Hell if you disagree at this point you’re getting blocked cause yall playing on phone with the same dumbass reasons some of which yall been spewing for 4 years. This isn’t really meant to be a discussion but me just stating stuff, if that makes sense. Me and my rambling I guess.

[0lliecl0wn]

PUNCH OUT HEADCANONS: Clueless Friends Edition

so i showed my friends the punch out cast and asked them to make up headcanons for them (they have never seen nor heard of punch out outside of me rambling to them about it)

so uh

here it is

GLASS JOE

-Wet the bed as a kid

-Probably still does it

-Denys it

-Goes honk shoo honk shoo when he sleeps

-Had a mullet in middle school

-Has to draw on his eyebrows

-Mouth Breather™

-Wears a cap and nightgown and holds a candle at night

-Can’t swim

VON KAISER

-Bartender

-Screams into his pillow at night

-Screams like a little girl

-Wore light-up Sketchers in middle school

-Got bullied for it

-Goes to the gym to cope

-Fucking YEETS the dumbells

-Flexes on people (also to cope)

-If he is told to sleep on the couch, he will sadly sulk there like a emo person (cue sad hamster music)

DISCO KID

-Babygirl

-Zesty

-Took ballet/gymnastics

-Optimist

-Accidentally broke a trampoline

-Was the popular kid in school

-THE sweetest guy

-Cat person

-Owns 4 cats

-Wears fluffy robes

KING HIPPO

-Plays League of Legends

-Tweaks out HARD at Angry Birds and Super Mario Wii (friend is totally not projecting)

-Really good at board games

-Gamer

-Patrick Star kinnie

-Does NOT cackle. He giggles

-Has Live Laugh Love framed over his toilet

-His snores have caused earthquakes

-Heavy sleeper

PISTON HONDO

-”He did WHAT in his Honda?!”

-Behaves like that one English teacher you had in middle school

-aka the ”Never in my 15 years of teaching have I seen a substitute report this bad” teacher

-ponders

-Dances to animation memes

-Worked at Burger King once

-Constantly pissed

-Goes honk mimimimi when he sleeps

-If he ate a cheeseburger he would explode

-Was the guy who made the post that just says “everytime a new chicken sandwich releases”

BEAR HUGGER

-Smells PUTRID

-Real name is Cleetus

-Lumberjack

-Has a lisp

-Gets food in his beard

-Eats it (EWWWW 🤢)

-His theme song is “Entry of the Gladiators” (aka clown music)

-Wouldn’t survive a day in the military

-Plays Microsoft Flight Simulator

-Goes “weeeeee!” as the plane flies

-Has a poster that says “Eat Slur Game Repeat”

-Redneck

-Has a shirt that says ”These Fists Are Rated E for Everyone”

GREAT TIGER

-HOT

-Has the most beautiful hair but hides it

-Binged My Little Pony

-Binged Twilight

-Plays with Barbie dolls

-Listens to Kpop

-AMAZING at Just Dance

-Also good at DDR

-Plays Pikmin

-Loves the Stone Pikmin

DON FLAMENCO

-Once got addicted to cough drops

-Uses really bad pick up lines

-Does really bad trickshots to impress girls

-Slips like a cartoon character. His shoes go flying every time

-Watched MLP with Great Tiger

-Watches Mean Girls

-Kins Regina George

-Cried when she got hit by a bus

-Zesty

-Scoliosis

-Can pick my friend up with one hand

-Would lean on a wall, say “hey cutie, you free tonight?” and immediately have a coughing fit

-Took an Am I Gay? Quiz. It said yes and refuses to believe it (internalized biphobia)

-Likes big butts and he cannot lie

ARAN RYAN

-Menace

-Actually very lightweight, refuses to admit it

-Bullies kids on ROBLOX

-Keeps getting censored in chat

-Plays Dress to Impress

-Would hit you if so desired

-Uses Joker quotes

-Bakes pink cupcake in spare time

-Would make a balloon animal for a kid and then pop it like Gru

-The guy he tickled in his character intro was Don Flamenco

-Killed someone, steals, graffitis, takes candy from babies

-Should be in jail

-ADHD

-”Ya prob’ly got cheeseburgers in those gloves, have ya Mac?!” “well you have horseshoes”

SODA POPINSKI

-Dropped on the head as a kid

-Nicknamed ”Pinhead Larry”

-Oiled up

-Naturally loud

-Skipped leg day

-Mr. Krabs walking sound when he tiptoes

-Speedruns Hello Neighbor

-Hands are too big for the keyboard

-Makes dad jokes and laughs at himself because no one else laughs

-Gets bullied by Aran Ryan for his dad jokes

BALD BULL

-Someone threw a bowling ball at his head

-Peak Male Performance

-40% chip (context for this is in comments)

-Watched game shows, was in one once

-Blurts out the answers at the TV, gets pissed every time they get it wrong and screams

-Screams like the ash baby

-Shakes randomly

-Ate lead paint

-Ate a glow stick

-”ladies, ladies, calm down, theres enough of me to go around” (stolen from don flamenco, difference is this actually works)

-ash baby coded???

-Teeters on the line of being ugly and hot

-Gets beauty sleep

-20 step skincare routine

SUPER MACHO MAN

-”he looks like a founding father”

-Shrimp posture

-UGLY??

-Listens to phonk unironically

-Has jiggle physics

-Uses his chest to type on keyboards

-says “eureka!” when he as an idea

-FAKE chain

-wears speedos (canon)

-its his only outfit

-played five nights at freddys and shit himself

-Pimp

-GILF

-Looks 72, is 27

MR. SANDMAN

-Drag Queen

-Chappell Roan listener

-Once tried to wax his nose but got q tips stuck in it

-REALLY into horoscopes and gemstones

-NAPALMED a homeless shelter

-Dances like the dame tu cosita guy

-fucken BUSTS IT DOWN to every song

-Throws gang signs in his boxing gloves??

-Does the Omni-Man squat sometimes

-Ate a lightbulb and that's why his skin glows

-Skips to the song “Mr. Sandman” because he’s babygirl like that

LITTLE MAC

-Floats in the air when he smells pie

-Anime protagonist

-Loves Ben 10

-Had a greasy mohawk

-Ate a bug

-Sticks his head out of the car window

-Gulps and goes “EEEYIKES!!!” when he has to fight a strong opponent

-Listens to Mitski

-Loves the movie Ratatouille

-His favorite character is Remy’s brother

-Makes kandi bracelets

-Asserts dominance by T-posing

DOC LOUIS

-Wears yoga pants

-Has asthma

-Runs up the stairs on all fours

-Maximum silly

-Watches romcoms and cries

-Draws watches on his wrist and looks at it when someone asks him for the time

-Watched Skibidi Toilet AND knows all of the lore

-Doesn’t know what a tampon is

-Listens to the song that goes “once I was seven years old”

-Mama’s boy

-HORRIBLE driver

[i-dont-even-know-anymore976]

8b dreams

aka a list of things that would make me actually excited to watch again

- buck adopts so many ugly cats we never see the same one twice

- eddie’s immediately bullied back to california by both his sisters and chris (chris is now even better at bullying his dad having spent time being tutored by his aunts)

- more karen!! and let her be happy this season too! have her discover a star or smth but leave my baby alone

- call to a dog park (non-serious like a twisted ankle of smth) the 118 fully loads into the truck before realising they’ve lost buck. he has been swarmed by golden retrievers who’ve accepted him as one of their kin

- to never hear the words hotshots and brad again

- MORE FEMALE FIRE FIGHTERS!!!!!!!!! my sister actually has a great idea - eddie’s niece who edited his fire fighter calendar photos should be like 18 by now. have her become a fire fighter!! non-threatening to the more insane buddie shippers and it would be fun! (also bring back lucy! i acknowledge the actress has a different show now but idc)

- recast michael and let him and bobby resume their shenanigans

- maddie&chimney x happiness. just leave them be. at most let jee decide she's a dog for four episodes and have her like barking in the background - just funny little kid stuff

- eddie regrows his moustache - i was unsure about it at first but his face now looks weird without it so bring. it. back.

- ravi begins! please please please please please please please

- finally- bring back my baby may!!!!!!!!!!!!!! have her be a hostage neogiator or smth! it would be so fun!

[attyrocious]

cross posting yesterday's rambling thread for posterity and because tumblr lets me edit things. anyway this is a sorta long thing and i might add things i forgot to mention in the twt thread

i tend to draw on-model canon because im a coward + just personal preferences. but the way i convert the canon designs into my artstyle is that i take the distinct features oda gives them and then combine it with personal headcanons to complete what should look like a unique human. Starting with Trafalgar Law, who is unfortunately a bland-ass conventionally pretty boy

someone commented a while ago the law hat drawing tutorial i made a while ago didn't make much sense and i realize its bc of the specific way i draw law's face: heart shaped (ba-dum-tss). That meaning, a narrow chin widening into a mild defined jaw, wide cheekbones, and up to his know-it-all brain dome.

given that, the pudgy guitar pick shape of his head i mentioned here should make a lot more sense.

i don't think this design point is unique to me, as most conventional pretty anime boy gets given jaws like this. a lot of law artists tend to veer into this head shape. just how life be sometimes. other points: flat, thick eyebrows is bc im a hairy gal and i need to feel better about myself.

Killer gets to be more interesting, because he shouldn't be considered conventionally attractive. my idea behind killer's is that those individual features is smth he would be insecure with enough to hide himself in a helmet but i draw him with all the love in the world actually. i'd like to think its how kid sees him or yknow, law, bc he's my kin assigned blorbo and maybe you ship lawkill as a guilty pleasure too i mentioned before (and ruined people's days) when i said whenever i draw killer he looks like griffith before i put on his goatee. the upper half of his face is distinctly feminine, with the lower half kinda over compensating. other than that uhh...idk. stan killer

Kidd is the bane of my existence, i feel like i can never draw his face consistently. yet at the same time he's so damn fun to draw everyone gotta try it.

my problem with kidd is that this mf does have eyelids. most kidd painters out there interpret this as him having deep set eyes (think Matt Smith or jeffrey star) . and yeh skill issue on me i should practice that. other notes, i try to make him younger than canon makes him look. he is my babygirl and he deserves to look cuddly. my band au kidd version has the honor of being allowed some chubs. he's just tries to look older and more menacing with edgy makeup. also i try to give him dimples when i can because, well i can.

Rosinante last bc i lost steam after kidd. the thing abt cora is that aside from not having eyebrows, everything is structured with the generic one piece man template. which means i gotta do everything myself doffy is there bc the way to figure out how to draw these two is to give them minor differences from each other, that being doffy gets slightly sharper features. in canon, these two are also rly wide boys (more of an oda style feat tbh) but i make them long. though bigger brained donquixote artists know that of these two brothers, doffy should be the wiry-er built. anyway that's it. in conclusion, i need to draw more girls actually i feel like im becoming misogynistic by osmosis from oda's style and now i draw girls all looking the same too.

[backtothefanfiction]

TOWER

PART TWO OF THE GREEN LEAVES TRILOGY

Summary: Follows the story of the Two Towers. You catch up with your friends in time for the battle of Helms Deep.

Word Count 9.5k+

Warnings: battle, violence, injuries, angst, fluff, bad elvish translation

A/N: finally managed to get this one finished. I have not gone back over this with a fine tooth comb (I’ve done enough of that already with my actual book I’m currently editing to have the capacity to do this here) but it should read mostly okay. This has been sat in my head for a while so is nice to get it out. Also I seem to be creating some extra drama with Èomer to set me up for part three but I have no idea how that’s going to pan out yet. Anyway, enjoy!

When you were finally informed of the latest impasse of the Fellowship's journey- the death of Boromir, the separation of Frodo and Samwise- the urgency that had been with you before seemed to increase tenfold.

You continued to travel along the route you had been advised by the wise Elven queen to take, but it seemed harder and harder to track the company of Aragorn, Legolas and their smaller companions. That was until you ran into a group of riders from Rohan.

You had moved off the path, taken shelter behind a series of nearby trees as the thundering sound of hooves made their way towards you. However when you realised who headed up the company, you took your horse by the reins and walked out to meet them. Spotting you, they quickly came to a stop.

“Èomer!” you called out.

“Lady Raea,” he said tentatively from his place atop his horse, “what are you doing out here alone? These lands are not safe, there are Uruk-hai running around all over these hills.”

“I am looking for some friends of mine. I was wondering if they had crossed your path.”

“Perhaps…” he said, but still seemed reluctant to give you a straight answer. You knew Èomer, had travelled with him and his men for a time after you had separated from Aragorn and Legolas the first time around.

“Èomer, please.” you appealed softly to him.

He looked to the horizon to his right as he fought with the thoughts in his mind. “You look for the man, elf and dwarf.” His words still you- that was only three of the company. Where were the hobbits?

“Yes.” you say a little too eagerly. “You have seen them.”

“They rode in search of two of their kin, alas I gave them little hope. The two halflings he described had been taken by a pack of Orc… We slayed that pack the night before we saw them, we had no recollection of the halflings with the pack.” Your heart sank as you understood what he was trying to tell you.

“When was this?” You asked.

“I would say four sunrises back.”

“Do you know where they were headed?”

“Alas my dear lady, no.” You bristled at the term as it fell from his mouth. You both knew you were no lady, not really. “Maybe you can take refuge with my Uncle at Edoras as you wait for news. You can take shelter, rest.”

“Thank you.” You replied with a small nod.

He gave you a small nod in return as he began to turn his horse and lead his men away from you. As you reached for the saddle ready to re-mount your horse, you heard him call back to you. “Raea!” When you turned your head he had halted as his men continued on. “Be safe out there.” He cautioned.

You motioned to the blades attached to your back. “When am I not,” you called back as you lifted yourself back up into the saddle and began to make haste in the direction of King Theodin’s kingdom.

However when you got there, the city was empty, save for a few reluctant stragglers. “Where is everybody? Where is the King?” you asked an elderly gentleman mucking out a seemingly empty stable.

“They all rode for Helm’s Deep my Lady.” he informed you.

“When?” you commanded from atop your horse.

“Day before last.” he informed you. “A wizard, Gandalf,” he said the name eagerly as if it was a name that held great importance- which it did, “come with a ranger, an elf and a dwarf. Seemed to wake the King from his stooper he’d been in as of late.” The mention of the company you sought out invigorated you. You were getting closer.

“Me and Florith over there were having none of it though. Said, we were born in Edoras, if we were to die, it would be in Edoras.”

Fools, the pair of them. You thought, however you were grateful for the information their reluctance to leave had granted you.

Helm’s Deep was a few hard day's ride through the white mountains and with the whole city in tow, they wouldn’t have gotten far fast. You rode hard through the mountain pass, but when you reached yet another battlefield, dead Rohanese men and orc scattered the clearing that overlooked the river. However, the lack of any notable deaths to you, told you the company you sought had won, but it was clear their numbers dwindled. As you stood on the cliffs edge surveying the scene, you noticed something strange moving along the bank of the river, further up the pass. A lone horse. Not just any horse though- it was Brego. You stomach turned to stone. Aragorn.

You climbed back atop your own stied, pushing it at top speed to catch up with the darker coloured horse in the distance. You had no idea what you would find when you reached Brego, but you just knew you had to get to him- follow him. As the wind whipped past your ears, you could have sworn it was whispering to you in Elvish. It imbued in you a spirit of urgency that spurred you on.

The horse finally came to a stop at the Riverbank and moved towards a dark figure laying atop the slate that marked the edge of the water. You climbed down from your horse and quickly made your way over to the fallen man and his horse.

‘Aragorn.” you said breathlessly as you fell to your knees beside him. He was wet through and the top of his arm was badly injured. Your fingers reached to feel for a pulse, grateful when you felt the faint thrum of his heartbeat. His eyes fluttered as he became aware of your presence.

You stood, moving around him to hook your hands beneath his arms and drag him from the water. “Come on, Aragorn.” you muttered to him as you pulled him across the dirt towards your two awaiting horses. “Come on, wake up.” you said as you let go of his body again and moved back down onto your knees beside him.

When you reached to touch his face, his eyes suddenly shot open in defence, but upon seeing your face he quickly relaxed. “Raea.” He sighed, his hand struggling as he reached for your hand that now rested on his chest. “Am I dead?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” you reassured him softly, yet still slightly playful. “What happened?” you asked, your brow furrowing.

“We were attacked up in the pass.” he said.

“Legolas.” you breathed his name, your concern for his well being flooding your voice.

“He lives.” Aragorn confided and you knew his response was more than just literal. Legolas had always loved the thrill of the chase. Longed for battle and stimulation.

“We have to move you before night falls.” You said to him. “Do you think you can ride?” you asked.

He shifted his body, somewhat strained and it was clear the pain he felt in his limbs right now, but he fought against it, “Always.” he tried to reassure.

“Come on, let’s get you up.” you said, reaching an arm out and around him, helping him to stand and hobble towards Brego. You let go of him to help hold the horse steady so he may haul himself back up into the saddle. He hesitated, his upper body slumping to the side slightly as his thighs held him tight atop the horse. You carefully climbed up atop your own horse, pulling him alongside Brego in order for you to reach for the reins.

“Hold on, rest.” you told Aragorn, “I’ll lead us until you are strong enough to do it yourself.”

He had long known not to fight your will or advice, after all, it was your counsel and wisdom that had helped shape him into the compassionate man he was. As a man who loved an Elven woman himself and had thought often of future offspring with her, being friends with you and your own heritage had given him nothing but hope the whole time he had known you.

It was a gruelling three day slog along the river and back over the last ridge of the mountain range. You were grateful that on that third day, your companion began to feel like his old self again.

“You know you won’t have a warm welcome when you arrive.” he advised as you slowly made your way over the uneven terrain on your horses.

“I know.” you sighed, resigning yourself to your fate and the inevitable argument that would come when Legolas saw you.

“You know it has only ever been you for him. After you left us his mood became like a dark cloud. It took a long time for him to find the sun again.”

Before you had a chance to reply, you both heard something that rocked you both to your core. You hid under the cover of a ridge as you watched an army of Uruk-hai marching forward through the valley below. “Aragorn.” you said, worried.

“They’ll be headed for the fortress. We must go.”

You both picked up your pace then, pushing your horses harder, faster, until you reached the clearing that led to Helm’s Deep, an old fortress built into the very side of the mountain. “Hi-yah” you both commanded your horses as you raced the final stretch to safety.

As you cantered up the ramp, there were shouts and the gates were pulled open for you both. You couldn’t help but look up at the sheer size of the fortress as you passed through the large doors, but the vastness of the keep was quickly diminished as you rode through over occupied pathways until you came to a stop at the heart of the fortress, the growing crowd too dense as they grew excited by the presence of your companion.

“Where is he? Where is he!? I’m gonna kill him.” the dwarf Gimli commanded as he pushed through the crowd, but when he saw his friend's face he smiled. “You are the luckiest, the canniest and the most reckless man I ever knew.” He bellowed as Aragorn got down from his horse. As the two men embraced you used your vantage point atop your horse to look through the crowd for the flash of blonde hair you knew would be your undoing.

“Where is the King?” Aragorn asked and his small friend pointed in the direction of the hall. That’s when you saw him, stood just outside the large double doors. He froze as he saw his friend, then his eyes moved back to you and you watched as his face fell.

You mustered your strength as you slipped from your horse, handing off the reins to a waiting aid, quietly thanking him.

Although you had prepared yourself for this conversation, you still found yourself hiding behind Aragorn as he and Legolas greeted each other. “Le ab-dollen.” The elf said, You’re late. It was an attempt at a joke, the Elven Prince had long used humour as a coping mechanism, but his expressive eyes spoke of his true feeling as he smiled at the man before him. Legolas really took Aragorn in then; the state of his clothing, the wound at his shoulder. You then watched as he stepped forward and handed over the Evenstar pendant Arwen had given to Aragorn. The relief on Aragorn’s face after thinking he had lost it was palpable. The rugged dark haired man gave the elf a smile and nod before he stepped past him in search of the King to inform him of what you had seen on your journey. You made to breeze past the tall blonde elf, but his hand caught your arm as he pulled you to the side.

“I thought I told you not to come.” he said, his brow hardened.

You hesitated for a moment under his stare, but found the courage to stand tall in your conviction. “I heard news of Gandalf, I could not just sit aside any longer.”

“There is great danger here.” Legolas warned, but you were having none of it.

“There is danger everywhere.” you pressed. “And I know where my talents are needed.”

“All the same, you shouldn’t be here.”

“Yes, she should.” came the gruff voice of the dwarf from behind you. The two of you turned then to look at him. “From what I hear, she’s a good fighter- and we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

As the dwarf continued past the two of you, making to follow Aragorn and join the discussion with the king, you shot the elven Prince a look that stressed that none of this was up for debate right now- there were far more pressing matters at hand. At the change in your expression, Legolas was able to read the looming situation without you having to say a single word and he quickly moved too towards the discussion in the great hall.

“A great host you say.” Theoden’s voice echoed around the room as the two of you joined the convened assembly.

“All Isengard has been emptied.” Aragorn informed.

“How many?” The King asked.

Before Aragorn had a chance to respond, you found your voice calling across the room, “10,000.”

“At least.” Aragorn quickly added as his gaze appraised you.

“10,000!” Theoden replied in shock.

“It is an army bred for a single purpose.” You found yourself stating.

Once again the dark haired ranger looked to you appreciatively, nodding his head in agreement before continuing your sentence, saying your implied meaning out loud for the king, “To destroy the world of men.”

“And who is this?” Theoden asked Aragorn, confused by your sudden presence.

“This is the Lady Raea, she is a well skilled warrior who has travelled from Rivendell to aid us in this fight.” Aragorn explained, however his choice of words and their implied implication that you were born of Lord Elrond’s people made you bristle. You found yourself looking nervously to the floor, now unable to meet the kings eyes for fear he would see through your dear friend’s cleverly worded statement. Being presented to the king as a true full elf would give you more standing and credibility with the man, though you worried that if he looked too long at you, he would see the real truth. You had lived amongst the men of your Father’s world long enough to know their stance on women and their perceived place in the world- and it was not fighting side by side with men.

“She is a skilled fighter, I trained her myself. She will be invaluable in this battle if the numbers of the looming threat ring true.” You looked to the elf at your side in earnest, surprised by his statement and the way he stepped to your side with pride.

“Very well.” Theoden replied, dismissing your presence once again. “How long until they get here?” He said, turning back to Aragorn.

“They will be here by nightfall.” The ranger replied.

You all watched the king closesly as a small glimmer of fear crept into his eyes, but respect for the man rang true when he pushed it aside, bolstering his courage, as he commanded, “Let them come!” before he strode from the room, ready to rally his men for battle. The rest of you following close behind.

You walked proudly at Legolas’s side as you all followed the king, listening to him give commands and plan battle strategy. “I want every man and strong lad, able to bear arms by night fall.” He said to one of his wards, before turning back towards us. “We will cover the causeway and the gate from above. No army has ever breached the Deeping Wall or set foot inside the Hornberg.” He said confidently.

“This is no rabble of mindless Orcs.” You tried to say, suddenly concerned the King may be underestimating his adversaries with his over confidence. After all, you had seen the droves of Uruk-hai for yourself and they were bred for one thing and one thing alone - death.

“The Uruk-hai’s armour is thick,” the dwarf beside you’s gruff voice spoke up in agreement, “and their shields broad,” he warned.

“I have fought many wars Master Dwarf and Lady Elf, I know how to defend my own keep,” Theoden bristled.

At his words and gaze towards you, you felt Legolas stiffen and grow taller beside you defensively. You had no doubt of the piercing look of warning he now fixed the king, but you kept your eyes forward on King Theoden as he continued to speak. “They will break upon this fortress like water on rock.” He continued as he marched back into the hall. “Saruman’s hordes will pillage and burn, we’ve seen it before. Crops can be resown, homes rebuilt, he said confidently, “Within these walls, we will outlast them.”

“They do not come to destroy crops or villages.” Aragorn said strongly, willing the King to see reason, “They come to destroy its people. Down to its last child.” He stressed.

At Aragorn’s words, the King’s facade cracked slightly, as he drew closer to the dark haired man. “What would you have me do?” He asked of the younger looking man before him. “Look at my men, their courage hangs by a thread.” Theoden stressed in hushed tones, before saying a little more confidently, “If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance.”

“Send out riders my Lord, you must call for aid.” Aragorn stressed.

“And who will come?” Theoden retorted. “Elves? Dwarves?” He said, motioning slightly to present company in the room. “We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.” He said defeatedly.

“Gondor will answer.” Aragorn stressed again.

“Gondor?” The king scoffed. “Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us? Where was Gondor-“ the king began again, but quickly quelled his growing anger in favour of deplomacy. “No, my Lord Aragorn,” he said placatingly, “we are alone.”

As the king made to stride from the hall once more, shouting about getting the women and children to safety- Aragorn and Gimli following in tow- you felt Legolas’s hand reach for your own, holding you back. You met his awaiting gaze and held it, as he waited for the hall to clear. “You will stay with the women and children.” He began to command, “Be their last line of defence if things come to it.”

You frowned up at him with disbelief. “No.” You said defiantly. “You speak on my behalf and call me a great warrior then do me the disservice of commanding me to stay behind.” You accuse him in shock, “No!” You said again, moving to pull away from him, but his hand reached for you once more and holds you firm.

“There is no one better to keep them safe.” He stressed.

“I will fight at your side like I always have.” You replied through gritted teeth.

“Im wil ú- tir- cin bel-“ I will not watch you die.

“Ben im cin.” Or I you. “Your immortality cannot save you from meeting the end of a blade.” You reminded him.

“All the more reason you should not be there.” He said to you softly, willing you to see reason. But there is no reason in this for you. Your place has and always will be at his side.

“Dab- nin ceri- hi.” You said back softly. Let me do this.

You watched closely to the battle within him. Kept your eyes on him, even when his faltered. But eventually they found yours again.

“Cin shall ceri- sui im treneri- cin.” He conceded. You will do as I tell you. “Im treneri- cin na nor- cin nor,” he reasoned. If I tell you to run, you run. You silently nodded your head in agreement. You stilled as you felt his hand raise to cup your cheek softly. “Im shall ú- guin- in a ambar cin ceri- ú- guin- in.” I will not live in a world you do not live in.

His earnest words brought tears to your eyes. You had both been in many skirmishes together over the years, but never in a battle like this. You had seen the forces you were up against first hand and you both knew that without aid, the likelihood of you both coming out of this alive was slim, but you knew there was no other way you’d rather leave this world than fighting by his side.

As night began to fall, you sat in the great hall readying your weapons, surveying the room, it’s strengths and it’s weaknesses, the entrances to the tunnels, establishing strategies in the likelihood you were commanded to fall back here, as the last of the women and children were ushered underground to safety. You had already restrung your bow ready for the start of the battle- the one opportunity you knew you’d get on the front lines- before starting to sharpen your blades, in preparation for any close up attack.

Your stomach turned as two more young boys were brought back out of the caves to fight. They couldn’t have been older than nine or ten. Far too young for a battle like this. Too inexperienced in so many more ways than just war. There was no doubt Theoden and his men were sending them to instant death. You continued to watch them as they fell from view of the great doors, even when a familiar presence came to a stop beside you,

“Hain glenn- na bel-“ you said to the air with sorrow. They go to their deaths. At the thought, your eyes dropped to the weapon in your hands, the very same short sword the elf beside you had gifted you during your training with him many years ago. He reached out to take it from you.

You watched as he brought it closer to his eyes, examining it. “You have maintained the blades well.”

“Of course, just as you taught me to.” You replied, taking the blade back carefully from his grasp and sliding it back inside it’s sheith. You hesitated a moment as you placed it back on the table, unable to meet his eye as you thought on the question that suddenly plagued your mind. As you slowly turned towards him, the look of concern in his eyes was palpable, but you knew this might be the only opportunity you would ever get to ask him, so you mustered your courage. “Will you tie my battle braids?”

He stiffened for a moment, but suddenly flustered with pride from your request. A small smile tickled his lips as he nodded. He silently ushered you to stand so that he could move to sit atop the table, beckoning you to sit back down on the bench between his legs once he was seated.

You both sat in soft silence as his fingers began to dance and weave through your hair, pulling strands and pieces into one braid after another as the rest of the keep continued to arm themselves and ready for action. At one point you were sure you heard the bellowing tones of Gimli beginning to echo through the hall as he and Aragorn made their way through the doors, however Aragorn had taken one look at you and the Elven Prince sat behind you and quickly ushered his smaller friend back outside, knowing how significant a moment this was for the two of you; allowing you to have the tender moment before the battle to come.

You felt his hands move away when he was done, but neither one of you moved or said anything. When the silence permeated the air for too long, you finally turned your head back to him. When you finally met his eyes, they held both pain and somehow peace. You wanted to ask him, but the sudden sound of a horn outside and a commotion amongst the men stopped you. You both frowned at the familiar sound.

“That sounds like-“ you paused, questioning if you were indeed hearing things right.

Legolas quickly rushed to his feet and you quickly followed on his heels as cries of “Open the gate,” began to ring out.

You both came to a stop beside Aragorn and the king as an army of Elven soldiers made their way up through the winding path from the gate to where you all stood. Your heart warmed as you spotted a familiar face amongst them, Haldir.

“How is this possible?” You heard Theoden ask as he took in the sight before him.

You looked to the elf beside you then back to Haldir as he stepped towards the king. “I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between elves and men,” he said. “Long ago we fought and died together.” He then looked to you, then Legolas beside you, then to Aragorn and Gimli. “We come to honor that allegiance.” He smiled warmly.

You watched as Aragorn stepped forward and smiled at him gratefully. “Mae govannen, Haldir,” he greeted him formally, before wrapping his arms around him in a firm embrace of gratitude and hope that seemed to shock the elf and make you smile, but Haldir quickly embraced his old friend back- if not slightly more modestly.

“You are most welcome!” Aragorn continued to beam hopefully as he and the elf parted so that Legolas and yourself could welcome your old friend.

You let Legolas step forth and embrace him first, but their embrace was short and sweet. When Haldir turned to you, he had a look of both surprise but also fondness at seeing you amongst familiar company again. “Haldir.” You smiled fondly as you wrapped your arms around him and he you.

“Raea.” He smiled back. “It is good to see you back where you belong.” He said as he stepped back from you, before turning back to the King, “We are proud to fight alongside men once more.”

You didn’t have much time after Haldir’s arrival to get in position. Before long, the glow of the Uruk-hai’s torches was on the horizon. True to his word, Legolas allowed you to stand at the front with him and the other archers.

“You could have picked a better spot.” Gimli grumbled from the other side of Legolas.

Neither yourself or the prince beside you could contain your smiles as the dwarf continued to crane his neck in an attempt to see over the wall and work out what was going on. As you turned your head to survey the impeding doom for yourself, you couldn’t help but let your stomach turn slightly. Although you had seen them not hours ago with Aragorn as you made your way here to the keep, it was another to see their looming numbers in the dark and hear their snarls carry on the wind.

The feeling of a pair of fingers reaching for your own helped to ground you and bring you back to the present. To help remind you why you were here and what you were fighting for. As if he was having the same thought, you weren’t at all surprised when Legolas chose to reiterate his conditions, all the more desperate now to protect your life after your bonding ritual. “Enyal, ir im treneri- cin a nor- cin nor-.” He stressed. Remember, when I tell you to run, you run.

You nodded in agreement as Aragorn passed behind you, moving to a gap the other side of Gimli.

“Well lad, whatever luck you live by,” you heard Gimli begin to shout, “let’s hope it lasts the night.”

“Your friends are with you Aragorn.” Legolas continued from beside you and you couldn’t help but look to your fellow companions with pride. It took root in your belly as you looked at them and you nodded in agreement. Come rain or shine, life or death- this was always where you were meant to be.

“Let’s hope they last the night.” Gimli said hopefully and you smiled to the dwarf gratefully. You too hoped you would all live through the night, just so you could get to know your old friends new loyal company a little better.

There was a sudden bright flash across the sky, followed by a loud crash of thunder and it was as if fate willed it and the heavens opened up. As Aragorn began to give the Elven company around you commands, you looked back to Legolas beside you, taking in every feature, mapping every line, one last time, just in case; your eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the raindrops as you did.

Although the sound of the rain roared loudly, the roar of the approaching enemy was still louder and it forced your attention away from your love and back to it and the task at hand. You watched as the leader of the Uruk-hai stopped, raising his sword in the air with a loud horrific cry, bringing his army to a halt,

“What happening out there?” Gimli asked, straining to look over the wall again.

To your surprise, Legolas smiled and responded to the dwarf in jest. “Would you like me to describe it to you? Or would you like me to find you a box.”

The dwarf laughed and it made your heart melt. Now you all really did need to live through the night, just so you could see more of their dynamic and how it had shaped your lover over the course of the journey they had already been on.

It’s still for a moment before the Uruk-hai leader cried out again and his army begin to rally behind him, grunting, roaring and thumping their spears violently against the floor in a sound that was unnerving yet made you muster your courage. You heard a call to your right and quickly readied your bow, focusing up and setting your sight lines on your first kill. You were suddenly surprised though as that same Uruk-hai was suddenly struck by an arrow, an older man along the line losing his nerve and letting loose too early.

“DARTHO!” You heard Aragorn’s familiar voice command. Hold.

The Uruk-hai slowly stopped their catterwalling as their member who was hit slowly fell to the ground. It took mere seconds for them to realise what had happened and grow angry. Their leader gave his newly riled up army his signal and they began to charge towards the wall.

“TANGADO HALAD!” You heard Aragorn cry and there was the mass sound of arrows being pulled from quivers and notched onto bows, the strings being pulled taught as the elves that surrounded you prepared their bows. You reaffirmed your stance and placed your bow string to your lips as an anchor as you set your sight lines again, breathing deeply and calmly, counting each breath in your head as you relaxed into the familiar stance.

You heard Legolas’s voice call out from beside you, but you didn’t dare look at him. “Faeg i-varv dén na lane a nu rane.” You heard him say. Their armour is weak at the neck and beneath the arms.

You made note of the instruction and adjusted accordingly then waited for Aragorn’s command.

“LEITHIO I PHILINN!” He cried and there was a collective release of held breaths and arrows as they began to soar through the air, before raining down on the Uruk-hai, hitting their intended marks, a flurry of bodies rapidly hitting the ground. You let out another proud breathe and allowed the corner of your lip to raise in triumph as your own mark collapsed sideways into the orc next to him, the pair of them crashing to the ground.

“Did they hit anything?” Gimli’s booming voice asked his compatriots; but before anyone had a chance to respond, a cry came from atop the gate and another flurry of arrows were let loose from the troops stood atop it.

You watched as your own fingers raced to ready your next arrow as orc after orc hit the ground, but it wasn’t enough. There were too many of them and for every Uruk-hai that fell, another swiftly took its place.

There were more cries of fire and one more wave of arrows after another was let loose in an attempt to do as much damage before they hit the wall.

You readied yet another arrow to set loose when you began to notice the ladders being brought forward. You began to aim for the Uruk-hai carrying them, focusing your efforts on killing as many as you could. For ever single arrow you sent, your lover next to you sent two, sometimes even three more.

But once again it was no use as the Uruk-hai began to lift the ladders up towards the wall.

“PENDRAID!” Ladders You heard Aragorn call as they began to clatter against the stone. You bravely stepped forward and aimed your arrows straight down as the orc began to climb but a hand reached for yours to stop you.

You turned to see Legolas look at you with desperation in his eyes. You heard Aragorn call for everyone to ready their swords. You looked to him as you hesitated, but Legolas’ firm hold drew you back to him and the promise you made. To run. Not necessarily to the great hall to protect the women and children just yet, but away from here.

His blue eyes quickly rose to where Theoden stood and you followed them before nodding in acknowledgment.

You placed your bow across your back before pulling out both your swords ready to fight your way along the wall to get up there and out the way of the carnage about to unfold where you currently stood.

There was a clatter of metal to either side of you as the Elves began to clash with the first of the Uruk-hai to reach the top of the wall. You knew you had to leave, but as you looked to the beautiful tall blonde before you, you found it hard to move your feet and part from him, just in case this would be the last time you saw him. When he quickly turned to let loose another arrow you attempted to seize the moment, but his hand was quickly at your wrist again pulling you back to him, his lips crashing into yours in one last bruising kiss before he literally pushed you away again and you ran.

You quickly pulled out your swords from your back and began to cut a path through the many Elven soldiers as they stepped forward and began to battle the first of the Uruk-hai now climbing over the top of the walls. You aided as many of your brethren as you could, slashing at any orc that came your way and running them through with your sword, turning from one to the next, not looking back until you reached the stairs up to where Theoden and his men stood.

You were halfway up the stone steps when you heard Aragorn’s cries call out over the din of clashing metal and grunting. “TOGO HON DAD, LEGOLAS!” At the sound of your lovers name on your friends lips you froze, turning your head to look back out to where they stood. Then you followed your dark haired friends gaze down and saw the two bombs being brought forward.

You quickly cursed yourself for abandoning your bow once you had run out of arrows, the need to do all you could to help them taking over. Your legs burned as you pushed your way up the last of the stairs as quickly as you could, racing over to the edge of the parapet, snatching a bow from an older man’s grasp, before sliding an arrow into place and pulling the string taut. Your eyes scanned the line of elves doing battle for your Prince just as he let loose an arrow over the side of the wall as one of the Uruk-hai now ran forward with a torch, ready to light the two bombs.

It lodged itself in the creatures shoulder but he kept going. You took aim and loosed your own and Aragorn continued to cry out, “DAGO HON! DAGO HON!” Kill him.

It was like time slowed down as you watched your arrow lodge into the Orc’s neck, but still he kept going, even as Legolas’s second arrow also hit true, the Orc using the last of his strength to leap forward into the gap at the bottom of the wall.

Your eyes went wide and your mouth opened as if to scream as the blast rang out, obliterating the wall, but no sound came out. Your chest ached as you attempted to keep your eyes on them through the crowd but it was no use. It was complete carnage.

The blow to your forces only bolstered the army of Orcs and they charged forward with a renewed zealousness and soon it was all you could do to keep fighting what was in front of you, than keeping a tab on your friends and where they were in the mess along the causeway.

“Brace the gate! Hold them! Stand firm!” You heard Theoden roar and you mustered as much energy as you could into firing more arrows down at the mass of Uruk-hai now charging forward. However your good aim quickly made you a target. As you let loose another arrow, a spear was thrown up in your direction from below. You felt a body collide with your side and you were quickly slammed to the ground, the old man who had pushed you out the way crying out in pain as the spear hit him instead.

It was the same old man you had taken the bow from and as his body collapsed down beside you and you watched as the life left his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his sacrifice.

You suddenly felt like you were drowning, the noise of the battle falling out of focus as panic gripped you, but you knew you have to keep going. You thanked the man, although you knew he could no longer hear you as you pushed yourself back up to your feet, Gamling calling out to the men fighting below from somewhere further along the line and at your friends name on his lips, a confirmation of his life, you were able to find that renewed push to keep going.

“ARAGORN, FALL BACK TO THE KEEP! GET YOUR MEN OUT OF THERE!”

You made your way back to the edge of the wall as you heard Aragorn call out to those around him, telling them to retreat. You sought out another quiver of arrows, sending one after another into your enemies in an attempt to buy them as much time as possible to get back to the keep. But when you heard Aragorn call out Haldir’s name, it made your veins run cold.

Your eyes sought them out in the crowd and you shot one arrow after the next, clearing the path forward for the ranger in order for him to get to your friend, but it was too late. You watched as the Elf’s body crumpled and your hand hesitated on your next arrow. It was a distraction that cost you as another arrow was shot up at you from below. It hit your shoulder with a thud and you let out a shriek of pain as you stumbled back from the edge of the wall defensively.

As your hand reached up to clutch at the wound, the arrow lodged just under your collarbone, you heard Theoden call out to his men to rally and protect the gate. You knew this was your sign, your signal to move to the hall to protect those hidden down below on the off chance the gate fell and the Uruk-hai got through. As you began to move another stray arrow came over the top of the wall, slicing through your thigh and you sneered again in pain. Luckily it was merely a scratch, unlike the arrow that still stuck out of your shoulder and you were able to hobble down to the hall.

Your fingers clutched around the length of the arrow, ready to take it out so you could get your swords back out to fight with, but it wouldn’t budge. That was when you realised how far through it was. As you raced through the doors to the hall you were grateful to find a few men and a small medical set up for quick fixes in order to get men back out fighting again, but they were all young and useless.

As the thudding of the Uruk-hair’s battering ram continued to hammer at the gate, sending a wave of panic through you, you forced yourself to will the sound away and focus on what you needed to do to get back on your feet. You couldn’t fix your shoulder just yet, but you could strap up your leg. “You, bandages!” You commanded one of the young men and they raced forward. It was then you really cursed your lack of healing knowledge and really wished one of your companions were with you to do this for you. They’d know exactly what to do; which mixture of herbs to put on it to stave off infection and promote healing, not to mention wrapping this thing up properly.

You hastily began strapping up your leg as you head the men outside at the the gate calling out to one another. “HOLD FAST THE GATE!” One of the soldiers cried out and there was a clatter of heavy wood as the gate was barricaded shut.

Your heart lurched as you heard Theoden’s booming voice cry out, “GIMLI, ARAGORN! GET OUT OF THERE!”

As the young lad you’d called forward tied off the bandage around your leg, you quickly waved him off, just as a clatter of metal collided with the stone above, echoing throughout the fortress.

“PULL EVERYBODY BACK!” You heard Theoden cry out and you fought to get back on your feet, pulling one of your swords out ready with your one working arm, as men began to filter through the doors to the hall.

You scanned their bedraggled faces covered in dirt and blood. Some of it their own, some of it not.

Then you heard the words that struck fear into your soul. “THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH! THE CASTLE IS BREACHED! RETREAT!”

There was a thundering roar as the Uruk-hai pushed through the gate and began to charge past the stone walls. Your heart leapt as you heard a familiar voice call out for people to get inside but you didn’t have time to acknowledge it as a rogue orc pushed through the doorway. You didn’t hesitate as you plucked an axe from the hands of a man collapsed beside you and through it. It lodged itself right into the beasts forehead and he growled in pain before he collapsed to the ground, just as you saw King Theoden come into view of the doors.

“Quick, move aside!” You shouted to the men lingering by the doors, willing them to move and make space for the King and his men. As he passed into the hall, the King took one look at you, arrow still protruding from your shoulder, your arm numb with shock and adrenaline and gave you an appraising look, but your eyes were quickly moving away from him as Aragorn came into view behind him. He was still giving out orders to those around him but when his eyes landed on you he stopped, instantly rushing over.

“Get everybody in! Get those doors closed!” He commanded to Gamling as he strode across the hall towards you, ushering you back down on a bench at one of the tables. But as you sat down, you caught a flash of green and blonde hair coming through the door and your face became ashen as you locked eyes with your lover.

“RAEA!” He cried out, rushing over to you and the ranger now observing more closely the arrow in your shoulder.

“Legolas!” You breathed out his name in a sigh of relief as he fell to the floor at your feet. “Ahhhgg.” You sneered, your eyes flashing dagger at Aragorn as he pulled slightly at the arrow. “That hurts!”

“But it needs to come out.” He stressed calmly in that chastising way you hated. He moved to pull it again and you cried out louder, Legolas’s hand flying out to hold yours. “It’s stuck.” Aragorn turned and said to him.

“Just cut off the end and pull it through then!” You both grimaced and commanded. It was something you’d seen done before, but never experienced it for yourself.

“Are you sure?” Aragorn asked as Theoden’s men continued to move around the three of you barricading the doors.

“Yes, I’m sure! Just pull it out!” You said to him desperately,

Your eyes fell to the elf in front of you as the two of them shared looks between each other before silently agreeing. “Këp cin hen bo nin meleth nin.” Keep your eyes on me, my love. He breathed out and you nodded keeping your eyes on your Prince as Aragorn quickly snapped off the end of the arrow in preparation. You hissed slightly as the length of the arrow pulled with the force and your fingers gripped tighter around Legolas’s as you braved yourself for what came next.

You steeled yourself as you took a deep breath, seeking out your lovers ocean blue eyes, fixing your sights on them as you nodded your head and psyched yourself up. He reached his other hand up to brace your side, ready to hold you still as Aragorn braced one hand on your shoulder and his other around the arrow tip sticking through your back. You kept your eyes on Legolas as he glanced up at Aragorn and gave him a nod and pain ripped through your shoulder as he pulled the arrow all the way through leaving a clear hole through your chest, just beneath your collar bone. You felt Legolas’s fingers grip you tighter as you cried out from the initial pain.

“Thûl, meleth nin.” Breathe my love.

“Nîdh!” You hissed as your body rocked back and forth trying to ride out the pain as Aragorn rushed away to get something, no doubt herbs to place on it before he wrapped it. “Nîdh.” You said again. It hurts.

“Im ista, meleth nin.” I know, my love, he cooed to you softly as his hand moved to rub soothingly at your other arm.

“Get this on it.” Aragorn grunted in instruction as he handed over a couple of leaves to the elven Prince, the younger lad from before following close behind with more bandages, before he strode away to talk with Theoden about what you were all going to do next.

“The fortress is taken! It’s over!” You heard the King cry out in defeat as Legolas began to chew on the leaves he had been handed, mixing them with his saliva until they made a paste before he pressed them to the wound on either side of your chest and you let out a small hiss and he gave you a small sympathetic look as he diligently worked.

“Is there no other way to get the women and children out through the caves! IS THERE NO OTHER WAY!” Aragorn bellowed, trying to get a straight answer from the now panicking king.

“There is one other passage. It leads through the mountains! But they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many,” Gamling offered up as Legolas began to wrap up the wound where the arrow had been, sliding the bandage over your shoulder, across your chest, under your arm and back round again.

“Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass. And barricade the entrance.” Aragorn continued to instruct, taking charge as Theoden descended into madness.

“So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?”

You watched as Aragorn took stock of the room and tried to formulate a plan. “Ride out with me.” He said in a hopeful tone, turning his head back towards the King as Legolas tied off your bandage and helped you back to your feet, holding you firmly in his arms, close to his chest.

“Ride out and meet them.” Aragorn said again.

“For death and glory.” Theoden said hopefully.

“For Rohan. For your people.” Aragorn stressed.

“The sun is rising.” Gimli noted and you all looked to the windows where the first rays of light were coming into view providing hope of a new day.

“Yes! Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time.” Theoden said, continuing to be emboldened by the idea now taking hold.

“Yes!” Gimli cried out and you watched as he raced to the horn in question.

“Let this be the hour when we draw swords together!” Theoden cried, moving to a horse in the room and you looked to the elf at your side as the King continued to make his speech. “Fell deeds awake! Now for wrath! Now for ruin! And a red dawn!” He cried out and the men began to rally.

You kept hold of Legolas’s hand as he stepped aside and reached out for the reigns of one of the horses as it was ushered towards you both. “I will ride and fight with you until the end.” You told him.

“And I with you.” He replied before climbing up into the saddle and holding out his hand to haul you up behind him, your hands snaking tightly around his waist as the horse bristled beneath you and you all lined up ready to ride out.

Legolas turned his head back to you and you ensnared his lips into a kiss just as the horn rang out, bellowing deep throughout the keep and Theoden led the charge out through the door, Aragorn close on his heels, followed by yourself and Legolas.

You worked as a team, cutting down orcs with your blades as they neared your horse. The higher advantage point gave you the upper hand, but their sheer force of numbers continued to close in around you all as you made your way out of the keep. You couldn’t think of anything else except hold tight, slice and kill, repeating the actions again and again as your company slowly carved a path through the Uruk-hai. That was until the rays of sun coming up over the hill caught your eye, a lone figure on a white horse being back lit by the rising sun.

Your hand clutched tighter at Legolas’ waist to get his attention and he too looked, just as a mass of riders cantered up behind the figure. Reinforcements had finally arrived. As the power of horse riders made their way down into the valley, it gave your company one last plight of hope in which to keep fighting until every last Orc was slain.

As Legolas charged forward, carving a path into the masses for you to fight a body collided with the back of the horse and you lost your grip as Legolas ploughed down yet another Uruk-hai body. You were thrown from the back of the horse and you sneered as your shoulder took the brunt of the fall.

“Raea!!!” Legolas called back to you, but the horse wouldn’t stop.

You fought to get back to your feet, just in time to raise your sword and block an oncoming orc. You kicked it away, turning sharply and using the momentum to cut it down, just as another filled its place. You kept going, kicking and slashing, turning your body this way and that, cutting through one orc after another as you waited for Legolas to make his way back to you.

You could barely hear anything over the clash of metal so when a nearby war cry rang out and a horse came charging into view, a large spear impaling one your your assailants, you welcomed the sound and looming relief of aid. You quickly turned around, slashing through one more orc as you sought out the hand outstretched to you and were overcome with joy as you caught a glimpse of the familiar face of your rescuer.

“Èomer.” You breathed out his name as you were hauled up onto the horse.

“Hold on.” He commanded, using his sword to slash at another charging orc and clear your path forward.

You clung to Èomer tightly as his horse made haste and you both seized every opportunity to cut down the remaining orc forces around you until there was nothing left of them.

As your eyes scanned around you to be sure the fight was over, you finally rested your head on the back of his shoulder with relief and you swore you heard him let out a breathy chuckle as his own relief washed over him.

“Thank you.” You said to him as you lifted your head and looked over his shoulder, searching for his face.

“I guess we can just call ourselves even now.” He mused and you couldn’t help but smile at the memory that flashed into your mind at his words.

“Raea.” A breathy voice called to you as another horse approached your flank and Èomer turned your horse to face them. Your eyes swam with relief as they fell on the elven Prince as he came to a stop beside you.

“Legolas.” You cried as you raced to get down from atop Èomer’s horse, the man quickly climbing down after you as Legolas too got down from his horse and wrapped you in his arms.

“*Hanta- i elena cin moina.” Thank the stars you are safe. Legolas practically breathed into you as he held you close.

You parted from him only enough to look in his eyes and be sure he too was safe and well. But when you turned your head back to Èomer watching the two of you, you moved too quickly to not see the flicker of hurt within him before he pushed it down and concealed it once more.You knew exactly why it was there too.

When you had left Aragorn and Legolas before, it was Èomer who had picked up the pieces. Èomer who filled the gap left behind by the friends you knew you had had to leave. He who you fought with. He who you drank with, talked late into the night to and even lay in bed with. You knew how he had grown attached to you. Knew you had grown attached to him too in certain ways. But you also knew there was only one your heart truly belonged to. However it didn’t hurt you any less seeing the pain flash across his face at being faced with seeing the one he loved in the arms of another.

But for all you saw, alas your love did not see. Your stomach turned as he strode forward with an air of great gratitude to the man before him. “You protected her life. I owe you a life of gratitude.” The elf said, holding his hand out to the man before him.

“Don’t mention it.” Èomer grunted, his eyes moving from the elf before him to you, before he turned away from you both, climbing back up onto his horse as he went in search for his fellow riders.

Legolas turned back to you perplexed, attempting to work out what was unsaid. “Cin gar- govannen fai?” You have met before? He asked.

“Ho na- a mellon.” You replied. He is a friend. But Legolas knew from the way you said it and the look in your eyes that it was more than just that and he bristled with jealousy before he pushed it away. He had known as well as you did that there was still so much you had yet to speak of about your time apart but he also knew that to hold any of your actions against you from that time was beneath him.

So instead he simply nodded in understanding. “Tul-, le ammen rad- min mellon.” Come, let us find our friends.

You nodded in agreement as you let him help you up into the saddle before he climbed up behind you, taking the reigns and encompassing you within his arms and you sagged back exhausted into his embrace as you set off slowly towards where you could see Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli congregating across the battlefield now that the battle had been won

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Fanfiction Author Interview Game

Thanks to @shipper47 for tagging me! I'm a bit late to respond but very excited to participate :)

How many works do you have on AO3?

Looks like 32! Wow, a lot more than I expected.

What's your total AO3 word count?

174,720!

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

I don't think this should be the only measure of fic worth, but sure, here we go!

A Hairy Misunderstanding [Bagginshield]

Merlin Has a Dragon (And Other Revelations) [Merthur/Gen]

Impacts of Literal and Metaphorical Natures [Merthur/Gen]

Pine For a Bead (Or, Girlfailure Greenleaf) [Gimleaf/Gigolas]

Anything [...Destiel]

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I reply to almost every comment! I love getting them, and it's often a great excuse to gush about the characters or my behind-the-scenes writing thoughts.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Phone Call. On-screen major character death hits hard!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Oh, almost all the rest are very happy endings! Off the top of my head, I'm thinking of my most recent fic Home Looks Like You - 4k of ReShirement and Parentshield fluff, ending in a family cuddle pile.

Do you write crossovers?

I've never written crossovers with characters meeting each other, as that's not usually my jam - but I've dabbled in putting characters into another fandom, like my abandoned WIP The Order of the Silver Ship [TAZ: Balance characters in the world of ATLA].

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no, never. I've gotten the occasional "off" comment and once a spammer of some sort, but nothing truly vile. Let's hope it stays that way!

Do you write smut?

Yes! It's fun! I think my only AO3-published smut is Iron Must Suffice [Bagginshield].

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also thankfully no! Not to my knowledge, anyway. I'll hope that streak continues as well!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! The two previously-mentioned Merlin fics were translated into Chinese, though the website that hosted them apparently scrubbed all queer content a while back and sadly lost those translations with it.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes and it was so much fun!! I participated in an event called The Hobbit: An Unexpected Collaboration (THAUC) this past October, and my assigned partner @mrmrbaggins and I wrote Of Kin and Courtships [Bagginshield] together. I loved plotting together and trading off scenes, it was fun to have immediate feedback and support. And they're a great writer, too!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

All-time? Man, that's hard to say. I think I definitely cycle through them and I love many. Currently it's Bagginshield, but there may be a different answer this time next year!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Hmm. Most WIPs that I want to finish I do eventually finish, even if it takes me literal years to do so. I think the one that's bugging me the most currently is All I Want For Candlenights [Taakitz], which only needs its final chapter finished. I never got a gift in that exchange event which kind of unmotivated me, plus I've just not been deep into the Balance fandom lately.

What are your writing strengths?

Hard to say, really... And that's not fishing for compliments, I just mean it's hard for me to analyze what I like about my writing when I spend most of my editing time looking for my weaknesses instead. If I have to choose, maybe characterization? I get a lot of compliments on it (thank you readers!) and I do put a lot of thought and effort into getting into the characters' heads and their resulting dialogue/inner narration/etc. And for Tolkien works specifically, I'm very good at piecing together TDS Neo-Khuzdul translations, and find a lot of joy in making them, too!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh so many things... though I think I'm always improving! Pacing is a huge issue for me. Also scenery and action descriptions. Also TITLES are the bane of my existence most of the time. In a more meta sense, I always struggle to get out of my editing mode and just put something (anything) down on the page so I can actually finish my WIPs.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a huge fan of using other languages in fic and fiction as a whole, as that's actually what my undergrad thesis was about! Though in a fic I do really need a translation attached somehow for it to be enjoyable. I tend to get a little irritated if there's no translation provided anywhere, even if it's "unimportant" tidbits, because I want to know things, dammit!! /hj

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Oooo interesting question. I'd love to write a Leverage fic someday, but I really love those characters so much because canon already treats them so well! They're such well-developed characters that I find myself a little hesitant to dive in and potentially get it "wrong" (a silly worry I'd tell any other writer to ignore, ofc, but it's my worry unfortunately).

What's your favorite fic you've written?

That's like choosing a favorite child, oh no! ... I've just spent a few minutes scrolling up and down my AO3 stats list, but I really can't choose a favorite. They're almost all special to me for one reason or another, even ones I'm not very happy with in quality! I can say with confidence my current baby is the untitled Bagginshield mega fic, but idk that it will be my favorite even when it's done/published.

Thanks again for the tag, this was so fun! I'd love to see answers from @mrmrbaggins/@xkingevelynx, @thylocalbard, or @thatfancygirlinblack/@thatfancygirlinwhite, but absolutely no pressure to any of you :)

And if anyone else seeing this wants to do it, feel free to claim I tagged you! I won't snitch about it.

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　˚˖𓍢ִ໋　⟣　Tenma Saki Tumblr Layouts. Self-indulgent, order for: @wardyens　 ⋆. ꔫ ˚ ⌕　credit + like to use, no kin/id/f/o tags unl aurel below is a message for him.

Happy birthday Aurel, if you're reading this thank you so much to the things you've done to me. I feel safe whenever I'm around you. You've bring comfort to me and I'm very grateful for it :) Thank you for being by my side until this point. You're very kind and sweet I hope nothing bad happens to you and your family & friends. Thank you so so much for everything you've done. I sometimes check tumblr waiting for your notif to pop up. You're very good at making edits you should give me some advice, Thank you a thousand times for you <3 May you be blessed with enchanting wishes.

[olderthannetfic]

I kinda understand “minors don’t interact” and similar things, but one thing I always laugh at is “don’t tag as [thing].” You know — the whole don’t tag posts with the word queer in them as q slur, don’t tag not-inherently-shippy art as ship, don’t tag character posts as kin, etc. First of all, what would you do if someone DOES tag it like that? Call the cops? Second of all, people are gonna tag things however they want, you’re gonna have to deal with that on a website like tumblr.

There’s a similar phenomenon on Twitter where people say “don’t quote retweet”/“don’t private quote retweet” (which is especially funny cuz everyone is gonna see that and go on their private accounts and quote retweet with nonsense to piss you off, lmao)

Like if you’re really SO FUCKING SCARED of your gay post being tagged as #q slur, your Death Note edit being tagged as #Lawlight, your fanart being tagged as #kin, you probably shouldn’t be on the internet. Do you have the right to not view queer as a slur, the right to not ship whatever, the right to not like fictionkin? Of course! But people also have the right to disagree with you and tag your post however the fuck they want. One time I saw someone tag one of my cosplays as [character] faceclaim, and I was a little bit weirded out, but overall it was harmless. I never once considered adding a banner saying not to tag my likeness as a faceclaim, because if I really want to prevent anyone from doing that, the solution will be for me to not show my face online.

Small tangent: When I was younger I used to have a private sideblog that was basically just a venting diary. No one had the password, and, because it was private, my URL wouldn’t show up in the notes if I reblogged something to that blog. Basically, no one knew the blog existed. And I remember sometimes I would see a cool post on my dash, or in tags, and it would be tagged as #dont reblog (this was before tumblr had the option to limit reblogs obviously). And if the post was cool (or edgy, because like I said… vent blog) and I was sad that I “couldn’t” reblog it, I’d reblog it to the side blog, where OP would never know 😭 Rebellious as hell wasn’t I?

That being said — and this might contradict everything I just wrote — I do think people that brag about not reading/not following DNIs are also a bit obnoxious. Not people who just make statements that they don’t read them, but people who make it known how much they hate their existence. It just seems kinda edgelord-y? Idk. Obviously it’s fine to not read them or like them but making it a huge statement is just like…ok? Congratulations? Should we throw you a party? Should we invite Elon Musk?

I have followers—and follow people—who have “Antis DNI” in their bio. I also have followers and follow people who have “Proshippers DNI” in their bio. No one will ever know what side I’m on 😜😜😜😜

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[wawacholic]

@aescola birthday event!

—　　day four　:　(belated) birthday! make an edit of something on my interest, kin, or f/o list or free day! notes: I did luigi bc he's silly hehe... the reason why this took me so long was because I literally went back to class for like two days and loss any bit of motivation I had to do anything bro idk WHY it has that kind of effect on me but I should probably look into that... ik I said it before but happy birthday again !!!!! hop u had a good day. I'm still trying to find myself in this new editing style , so I'm yet again skeptical with my coloring here...i don't like how eyestrain-y the background is but I'll end up working that out as I go along. the only Mario games I've really played are Mario Cart and Luigi's mansion 3 (except I never got past the kitchen ghost so does that even count!?) tbh I wasn't even sure if I liked this that much I was debating on posting it but I decided to pull through!

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[alu3e]

hi this is my rant about songs i have connected with hobbit. it dosent really make sense at most points and is also really long drawn out!! so before you read this and rhink oh it will make sense no it wont thanks. its long btw! getting to ramble at midnight is my favourite thing :P

most of them i can see as edits in my head or somethinf like that so i think of specific scenes but i cant edit so it just. stays in my head.

ALSO! english is not my first language and i do not care for it. every mistake i make is not apologised for in any way and if i recognise it is a mistake it will stay there out of spite. i will not give in to thr english language.

link to more songs at the bottom!! this is nr 1

curses by the crane wives = bagginshield/thorin (i love the crane wives. thanks liv for introducing me and i love you forever.)

centered around verse 1 + 2, chorus :P most thought out one, so it all goes downhill from here. goes mostly line for line because ive been picking at this song for months and trying to make it bagginshield.

theres a fire in my brain, and im burning up: this one really just screams dragon sickness to me. like yeah hes fucking burning up hes dead

keep running for the sink but the well is dry: this one really just dosent make sense at all but its imprinted in my brain as bagginshield, the sink would be like thorin and then the well, thorin, has run dry by dragon sickness.. and the running dude is bilbo. still trying to think of this in another way but its hard.

every word i say is kindling but the smoke clears when youre around: once again, whos even surprised, dragonsick thorin! i should rename the title for this song in this ramble to dragonsick thorin. i wont do it. and the smoke clears when bilbo is around (queue acorn scene).. this might be just bad english, but kindling as in lighting a fire, the war i guess,, and then well. play acorn scene.

wont you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down, down, down: more bagginshield for this line, i love them btw, thinking dragon sickness again and how bilbo was the one he trusted over his kin, saying they had taken the stone and all that shit. bad connection but walls burning down, more like being fucking corrupted by the dragon sickness. anyways having bilbo being the closest one idk man. its late over here.

this house says my name like an elegy, echoing where all my ghosts used to be: this is where i really start getting lost it only gets worse from here guys. (guys, i say to myself in the middle of the night) thorin being king and all that stuff but the sickness being passed down or whatever, sad fuckign shit over there. also I dont really know what elegy means. last part i dont really know about, but erebors fucking empty. very fucking empty. jk theres these 13 guys there. sorry losing the point but it makes sense i just dont have a clear connection. bully me for this one. or just please say something that connects it so i can go a little bit more insane.

theres still cobwebs in the corners, and the backyards full of bones: erebor being empty but the gold still being there, full of bones, sickness, idk really. im still tired.

wont you stay with me my darling when this house dont feel like home, when this house dont feel like home: more loose but i guess how balin/throin would tell bilbo (and have told like, kili and fili for ecample) about erebor, how its this great ass kingdom. and then when they get there its just not really thorins sick everything goes to hell war war war so house dont feel like home.

skip a few lines

the devils after both of us: THE GOLDDDD THE GOLDDDD GUYS THE GOLDDDD. ring for bilbo, the gold in erebor for thorin. gold. we dont like gold over here. get out if you like gold. jk please dont leave me im tired

lay my curses out to rest make a mercy out of me : idk the scene where Thorin dies he just wants to be friends (loser atleast admit youre in love) with bilbo again before he goes. oh i love them btw did i say that

i dont have much more for curses, love this song very much, but i cant really fit the rest of the song in much. if someone bothers to read this then youre so welcome to do it and tell me about it please. please please please please. ON TO THE NEXT ONE RAHHHJJ‼️

dog days are over by florence + the machine

another song i hold close to my heart even though its not my usual taste! this one dosent really have a line by line walkthrough like, ex, curses. some lines fit a little better, some dont..

i know (think.) dog days are like, the bad days? toss and turn it a few times and i think it fits the hobbit. everything nice. goes to hell. theres lots of other songs that are better for this but its just the vibes of the song that give it for me.

some lines that i just want to mention:

run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and brothers: how the company is like a family, really, I guess. especially for bilbo because thats his found family. a whole other ramble about that. running out of erebor, to war. i think. this song is based on vibe not lines.

leave all your love and your longing behind, you cant carry it with you if you want to survive: this one is more, edit like based, cause think like everyone laughing having fun ex when kili and fili scare bilbo by the campfire and stuff, + rivendell. scare maybe isnt the best word idk, I think you can figure it out. theres not much like that left, they want to survive the war i guess fight for their kingdom if this dosent make sense blame how tired i am. barely keeping my eyes open at this point.

struck from a great height: fili i love you and you deserved nothing that happened to you. pls my girlfriend i love you btw fili.

next song :)

sleeping giants by the crane wives!

this one is also more of a thought out edit than connecting lines, but i want to talk about it anyway cause i really like this song. thats just the prompt for this entire ramble 'i really like this song'.

straight into lines on this one, not as much to talk about before.

i feel the mountains, shifting under me: this one makes more sense for the stone giants, than the second one which is erebor, i just think of the scene where he opens the door. take that and do what you will wtih it.

the sleeping giants are finally waking, waking finally: stone giants!

my pulse is clear rushing in my ears i hear something calling me: the arkenstone guys the arkenstone..... or also the gold thinking about the hes been down there for days scene where hes just in the gold man idk still very tired. ive said that alot of times now.

the moon is humming, lovley melodies: the moon, being the last light, showing the keyhole, lovley stuff. melodies

the forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry: no, I dont know what crowing means and i wont go figure it out. abywyas, Mirkwood, the spiders, all that stuff.

this ones unclear. sorry bout that. just want to put sleeping giants in your head. its a great song.

tounges and teeth by (drumroll) the crane wives!!!!!!!

great song again. lovley even. lovley melody. lines are more spread out here, picking just a few really. this ones more like a listen and you just get it than a ah you can read my ramble and understand just based on the lines.

ive grown a mouth so sharp and cruel: dragon sick thorin!! bilbo going like oooh the dwarf i met in bag end wouldnt have said that youve changedddd youve changedddd. sorry i like that scene acrually. hes changed btw.

i will ruin you, I will ruin you: batfa bagginshield goes both ways acruallt. they just love each other that much.

its a habit, i cant help it : sickness he cant help that poor little king

i know that you mean so well but i am not a vessel for your good intent: vessel isnt the best word here but SUE ME i didnt write the song. bilbo ment well with the arkenstone but obviously thorin being mindfucked and sick he cant see that.

i will only break your pretty things, I will only wring you dry of everything, (i will poison all your happy thoughts): well. thorin and bilbo!!! the sickness breaking their relationship. obviously that had to be a pretty thing considering bilbo couldnt even SAY WHAT THORIN MRNT TO HIM. also another ramble ugh k think about it every single day. i will poison all your happy thoughts, being i guess the sickness as well. counting in on this same one.

i love you like the ashes in my cigarette box: the gold. thorin loving bilbo more than the gold because jghgbgbn the mithril SHIIIRTTTTT guys the shirt.

this ones unclear. listen to the song. please. its very good.

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i was supposed to add time will change you by the crane wives here, ill reblog sometime and do it. havent really picked at that one much yet.

thats it! if you read it, im sorry! if you didnt read it, thats what i expected! just rambling. I really like music and hobbit, so. this took about an hour to just write. maybe one day ill make one for lord of the rings trilogy.

this is, quite clearly, movie based. if anyone has any ideas from the book that fits,.. tell me. if youre the person who commented something about red clay (tcw) and frodo, please tell me more. ive lost the post it was from and it drives me insane. thanks for reading my nonsense post.

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