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elithilanor · 2 years ago

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A Healer’s Touch, A Warden’s Love P2

This story is set in TA 2500, 40 years after the Watchful Peace has ended and Sauron has returned to wreaking havoc from his position at Dol Guldur. Orcs have returned to Moria and their other strongholds in the Misty Mountains and the areas surrounding are beginning to feel their impact.

There doesn’t seem to be a Tolkien-defined population number of elves, like, anywhere? So I’m going with what a gentleperson named Stephen Wigman (and @sotwk, you seem to rough ball-park agree with and thank you!!) has thought out which is that in the TA, Lothlórien as a whole (including Caras Galadhon and Cerin Amroth and any other outlying smaller inhabitants) has a population of roughly 20,000-30,00 elves. Given that it’s said that many elves of Lórien left with Amroth in TA 1981, I’m putting the number closer to 25,000 especially considering that elves don’t have children en masse. (Wigmore also estimates that in TA there’s roughly 30,000 elves in Lindon and in Mirkwood each and only several hundred up to 1,000 in Imladris.)

I’m still figuring out how I want to personally hc how many elves are in the Warden system and how it’s exactly broken up (I do have a rough guide of how their hierarchy works: Lord Marchwarden (Celeborn) over 4 Chief Marchwardens (South - Haldir, East - Ethilan, North - tbd/named in a later fic [Mërën will eventually replace the current Chief MarchWarden], and West -tbd) over a currently unspecified number of Marchwardens who are over a currently unspecified number of Wardens.

I vaguely remember reading something book canon in which Imladris and Lothlórien had less in the way of armies than Mirkwood did? If anyone can pinpoint me that way, please let me know.

If anyone has any other hcs or info regarding elven population estimates and military stratification, I’d love to hear about it! Also Lórien (and Imladris) world-building and fics. There’s so much available and so much variation for Mirkwood (because of the Hobbit movies and Lee Pace, as deserved), but I’d really like to discuss about others because I’m definitely deep-diving and hyperfixating on this and I’d like to see how others look at this.

Also reminder that I haven’t really watched RoP, so I won’t be using any orc info or storylines present there because idk what they are.

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HUGE CHANGE: I previously labeled Haldir as the Chief Marchwarden of the North, but after some serious consideration, I’m changing him to be Marchwarden of the South due to several factors:

1) in sotwk’s hc (and my own tbh) Haldir is the most capable, qualified, and unofficial highest ranking Chief Marchwarden under Celeborn and therefore would be placed infront of the areas of highest concern;

2) Caras Galadhon has gates that only open to the south (Tolkien, Fellowship of the Ring), therefore putting the highest pop center at most risk from the south;

3) Mordor is located to the south;

4) the only boundary to the south separating Lórien from other kingdoms is the natural border of the Celebrant (and rivers are much easier to cross than large mountains and mines without being seen);

5) the south opens up (widely) to Morder, Rohan, the Brown Lands, Gondor, and the Fangorn Forest, and, in the next 10 years (Galadriel has a certain amount of foresight ofc) will be invaded by the Balchoth who will battle with the Rohirrim ancestors in the relatively nearby Field of the Celebrant aka put your strongest people where you will need them the most;

6) if we take some information from the lotr online games, there are vineyards and gardens (and I’m going to assume extra fertile valley due to the rivers meeting) in the south as well, which means crop yield and bioavailability to sustain the populace of Lórien. I’m sure in the golden, sustained light and magic of Galadriel that the earth can produce well regardless, but I’d like to assume it would be better to put her efforts into keeping back Sauron’s magic than keeping the land arable outside of some assistance. Elves can sing growth, I’m sure, so let her focus her efforts elsewhere; and

7) It gives a Haldir a wider range and access to all major rivers of Lórien, which means ease of access and communication for the Wardens, trade routes, boat access, etc. and he can easily get from southwest (Moria) to southeast (river meetings) within his own controlled territory.

Names:

Haldir - he/him (Hidden Hero in Quenya as he was originally supposed to be the son of Orodreth; Tolkien)

Teli’en - he/they (I like it; my NPC - Noldo elf of YT)

Astalda - she/her (strong/strength in Sindarin; my NPC)

Ütírėd - he/him (“No thoughts” in Sindarin cuz he’s an impulsive ellon; my NPC)

Mërën - he/him (Silvan elf); dropping him as an easter egg cuz he shows up in another of my fics and I love him

Ethilan (my NPC) - they/them Chief Marchwarden of the East, the natural border of Aduin the Great River

Talan Covadhuin - Rivers’ Meeting Talan; located in the southeast corner directly south from where the Celebrant meets the Anduin River; Marchwarden Outpost currently held by Marchwarden Rúmil; cova- for meeting together/gather and -duin for rivers/large bodies of water

Talan Ríelnaith - The Crowned Maiden’s Spearhead; Southern Chief Marchwarden’s talan outpost currently held by Haldir; uses Riel from Galadriel’s name to mean crowned maiden/queen and naith for spearhead/point; directly south of Cerin Amroth over the Celebrant River; equidistant from the Celebrant and the tree line

TW:I think I made Haldir depressed; whoops. How does one deal exactly with the loss of the world as it once was and how to find that light again?

Haldir leans over the map of the Southern Territory, his powerful arms supporting his weight as his hands grip both sides of the table while he looks down at the map, observing the work his outposts have already completed this month and internally debating the most crucial locations to reinforce next.

Luckily, the orcs didn’t seem to have much of a pattern at the moment and kept roaming in packs that were easy to pinpoint based on the destruction left in their wake. Unluckily, they were ever increasing in number and what used to be small-roving bands of four to the occasional ten now easily could eclipse thirty or more.

The Wardens were no longer capable of picking them off in matched pairs from the treetops.

“We should push out towards the East.” Teli’en says, tapping the map seriously. “Ethilan says they’re beginning to see more sightings and they’re worried the orcs may try to catch into Anduin the Great to gain access farther downriver to the cities.”

Astalda dances her fingers over the freshly sharpened daggers strapped to her thigh as her brown eyes flash as she curses. “If they reach the Naith, they have sure access to Galadhon and the other tributaries. Those in the capital would be surrounded and the only escape would be due north with the south cut off. And this is assuming they don’t have an army waiting for the evacuees and that we’re still alive and able to provide assistance.”

“No one can escape north out of Caras. The gates only open to the south, towards us.” Haldir points out.

“Perhaps we can make tunnels underground below the gate?” Mërën murmurs, his head tilting slightly to the left as his dark eyes narrow in thought.

Ütírėd scoffs, “What are we? Elves or dwarves?”

“Trying to prevent a blooded massacre by any means possible elves, actually.” Mërën retorts dryly.

“Something to bring up during the next Council.” Teli’en states calmly as he adds the item to their ever-growing agenda for the next Quarterly Warden Council that happens a week before the Winter Solstice.

“I agree with Ethilan: the rivers are currently a main source of concern.” Ütírėd grumbles, his gold eyes glaring out the window.

“So do I.” Haldir mentions, watching him cautiously.

“I would have already sent a group to add to their post if we had anyone to spare. We’re still incredibly low-numbered and those completing training won’t be capable of that handling something of that magnitude yet.”

At this, every Marchwarden in the room winces at the reminder.

“Still,” Haldir muses, “it seems we have an agreement. I’ll send off my written recommendation to Celeborn for backing more Wardens in the Eastern Sector with the next dispatch run. And...I... also think it may be best if we cut the bridges down until the Shadow passes from these lands. We’re more than capable of crossing with less. Does anyone have a serious consideration against this course of action?“

Sharp intakes of breath meet his declaration but no one speaks against the Chief Marchwarden’s words.

They could all feel the Darkness encroaching on their territory, only held back by the magic of their Lady.

“Good. Let’s take dinner then I want your reports; you have an hour. I want to finish early tonight. With the seasons turning toward winter, orcs have more night to hunt our kin in. Dismissed.”

“Chief Marchwarden.” His Marchwardens salute before quickly departing his talan.

Haldir contemplates the map for another few moments before sighing and going back to the stack of parchment needing responses on his desk. Lothlórien still held it’s beauty and it’s magic, but with every venture he made out of their enclave, the Shadows stretched their fingers ever closer to their trees and this knowledge plus the darkening of the wildlife outside their borders increasingly weighed on his mind and feä.

“Will you not come join with us for dinner?” Mërën inquires from where he leans against the talan’s door-frame, breaking Haldir from his melancholic thoughts. His dark auburn hair catches the lowering sun’s rays as his warm brown eyes study his long-time friend and Chief Marchwarden.

Haldir spreads out his palm to gesture at the papers. “They will not write themselves, mellon.”

“No, but they will still be there after the meeting.” The younger ellon frowns.

“Come. Join us. You require a break, as well.”

Haldir sighs. They’ve had this argument more than a dozen times in the last several weeks alone. “Mër-” He starts, but is quickly cut off.

“The reports will be there later.” Mërën implores sternly, not without some frustration in his tone. “I’m worried for you, mellon. You work too much and I can see the grief of the forest in your heart. We would not lose our best leader so soon into this fight to the Calling of the Sea.”

His voice softens. “At least eat with us. I would be glad for your company. We all would.”

Haldir taps his finger unconsciously on his desk in the silence that fills the room after Mërën’s declaration and then sighs, pushing away the weariness in his feä as he places his paper weight on his correspondences and moves towards the door.

“I could eat. Do we have anything besides lembas and rabbit?” He asks warily, knowing they don’t.

Mërën grins and slings an arm around Haldir’s shoulders. “Abolsutely not. We did however, thank Yavanna, find a mostly ripened sloe bush and with the leftover honey, there’s a decent enough sauce tonight, if a little…tart.”

“Wonderful.” Haldir snorts wryly.

“Hey.” Mërën stops and pokes at Haldir’s shoulder, his register dropping to barely more than a hush. “We all feel it coming. None of us are exempt, even the greenest of trainees. You’re not alone in this.”

He bumps his elbow against his friend’s.

“Have some faith in us. After all, we were trained by the best.” He smiles a little at the unspoken knowing of who, exactly, the trainers were.

“Now, dinner? Must keep up that Chief Marchwarden strength.”

Haldir rolls his eyes and shakes his head, a slight smile gracing his lips only to freeze as his brother’s voice sounds harshly through their bond.

Immediate assistance required. Ambush. Near the tree line of the plains, south of Covadhuin.

How many? Are you injured? Is anyone missing? Haldir questions rapidly, his well-honed instincts kicking in.

There’s no response from his brother.

Rúmil?! Haldir shouts through their link, but again, there is no reply.

Haldir pales, worry picking up his heart’s pace as his mind leaps to possible battle plans in the location given.

“What’s wrong?” Mërën demands.

“Get the others, there’s been an ambush. Rúmil won’t respond.” Haldir replies, moving to get his healer’s kit. Mërën swears and takes off, his voice echoing through their mallorn trees as he calls out to their fellow Marchwardens.

Haldir just hopes they won’t be too late.

A Healer’s Touch, An Herbalist’s Kindness P1

Concept: See above

Request for: @sotwk This one is a bit more from Haldir’s perspective than OFC and honestly I found it a little more difficult to write, so I hope this is to your liking! I decided to split this up into sections just because a) it was getting long and b) really different vibes were going on between the initial meetings and the later visits/excuses to see each other. So here’s the initial meeting! This one’s a little angsty, but it’s mostly up from here, promise!

We’re probably looking at another 3-5 parts depending on flow. So strap in for the ride lol. Yes, there’s also definitely a writing shift because I was testing new styles, but decided it has its time and place. Hope you don’t mind!

Tags: way pre-relationship Haldir x OFC (healer/herbalist and future wife); emotional hurt/comfort; emotional whump! Haldir poor guy, he’s really going through it it’s been a rough season for the wardens out there!; angst

TWs: injury and light blood descriptions; anxiety and panic attacks; some situational self-loathing

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“Círan, you cannot be serious!” Haldir exclaims as he struggles against the other elf’s hold preventing him from marching back into surgery.

“You would leave my brother in the hands of an apprentice with this?” His voice is tight in outrage.

“Chief Marchwarden!” Círan snaps. “She may be recent to us here in The Golden Wood, but not to her skills. Chief Marchwarden,” their voice then softens, “Haldir, please. Rúmil is in good hands with her. She recognized the symptoms as soon as the rider came and has been preparing the whole hours since. Please, let us work.”

Haldir bites his tongue as he watches the unknown elleth briskly cut open the dressing he’d wrapped himself around the jagged wound on his brother’s chest and side and begin flushing it with an alternating mix of clean water and a pungent brew of dark herbs, only some of which he recognized. He can just see her tilt his brother’s head back and produce a vial before the doors swing shut, cutting off his field of vision.

Haldir takes a shaky breath then reluctantly nods before forcing himself to step back and off to the side. He clenches his jaw and sits in the chair provided by Círan before the healer goes back to assisting with the work ahead.

Haldir, The Lady’s voice sounds clear in his head, startling him from his worry. Celeborn tells me the patrols have destroyed the orc holdout responsible and are bringing in the poisoned blades to the healers for inspection. Expect them within the hour. I have already let Nestál know, as well. How is Rúmil fairing?

Haldir closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before responding, willing away some of the adrenaline and underlying panic in his system.

No worse than before we set off, my Lady. The new healer apparently has seen something similar before and she’s taken the lead in his healing. He says, a touch sardonically.

Ah, slight amusement and warmth filters through their óswanë link. Yes, I imagine she has. She pauses before adding.

Haldir, rest. Let the healers take care of Rúmil. Orophin is on his way in from the Northwest outpost, as well. You take care of our people well, let them help you. Take this time to be with your brothers, we’ll hold steady until your return.

Haldir flounders for what to say and his hands clutch at his own over cloak now torn in three separate places and soaked through with his brother’s blood. He wants to argue but knows he can’t. There is nothing for him to argue against.

Of course, my Lady. Thank you.

Be at peace, Chief Marchwarden. Today has been a dark day, but all will be well. She soothes before withdrawing from his mind.

Haldir sighs and begins to compile a list of all the reports he’d need to complete and patrol routes they’d need to revise. He rubs his temples and settles in the chair for the long vigil he knew he’d have ahead of him.

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“Marchwarden?” A soft voice breaks into his thoughts over which paths they could secret into the mountain sides above Moria.

Haldir jolts back into awareness as the elleth caring for Rúmil steps into his line of sight, worry flooding his system. He goes to stand but she waves her hand at at him.

“Is he-?”

She smiles softly, her eyes tired. “As long as your brother makes it through the night - and there’s every indication that he will, just a precaution - then he’ll be fine. It will be a delayed healing process due to the venom, but we all are certain he’ll make a full recovery.”

The relief Haldir feels makes him weak in the knees and in hindsight, he’s incredibly glad that she let him stay seated. He now feels guilty in more ways than one, too. He clears his throat.

“Círan says you’ve encountered this before?”

“Ah, yes.” She looks grim. “Spider venom.”

Haldir blinks in shock, wondering if the new but not-new-to-them apprentice realized how ridiculous she sounded. “You must be mistaken. The Children of Ungoliant are not here in such a way; they’re regional to Mirkwood.”

“Yes, Marchwarden, I’m aware.” She bites out then releases a breath, running a hand through her tresses, messing the already loose braid down her back. “I did my herbalism and first aid training in Imladris, but my mother is from the Greenwood.” Haldir raises an eyebrow at the emphasis feeling as if he would smirk at her if he had the energy left in him.

“I’ve spent much of my life there assisting their healers with the reactions to venom. Its fortunate I’ve learned to always carry vials of antivenin on me or else we’d have to dispatch riders to Lord Thranduil for supply and it likely would be too late for your brother.”

Haldir feels a shiver run up his spine, wiping away his slight amusement.

“You must understand that just because you have no spiders means little. Orcs join forces with them and can coat their blades in the poison; it’s very common in the Greenwood and surrounding areas such as Dale. I’m just surprised. I’ve never heard of the practice extending past the forest’s borders. Nonetheless, Nestal is informing Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel while Círan and I monitor Rúmil. I’ve already made contact with Lord Thranduil to inform him and request additional antivenin be sourced and sent here to Lórien and to Imladris lest they head that way, as well. Orc sightings have been also steadily increasing along the road paths, as I’m sure we’re all aware.”

“Sauron.” Haldir curses. “It seems everyday his range increases and the grief he brings to all lands intermingles with the love already there to be found.”

A smile touches her lips briefly, “Yes, the bastard.” Haldir startles at her bluntness and stares at her.

“Ah, apologies. We have a tendency to be more informal in the healing halls.” The ellyth clears her throat and gestures towards the recovery wing. “I’ve set up a cot near Rúmil for you along with a stand and a couple other things you may need for the evening. Given the availability at the moment, I’ve also set up another space for hm. I believe Lady Galadriel said you had another brother?” She questioned and moved closer to the door, indicating him to follow her.

“Yes, our younger brother Orophin.” Haldir responds, gathering his things.

“Will he be needing medical treatment, as well? I can alert Círan and Nestál.”

“No,” Haldir replies as he stands and moves towards her. “He’s been at post in Nanduhirion.”

She nods at his answer, but looks as if she was parsing out a riddle in her mind’s eye.

“Near the Doors of Moria in the Northwest. Rúmil and I were attacked near the main borders above Cerin Amroth closer to the Northeast.” Haldir says, a touch impatiently, as they move into the next room.

She mutters something from behind him, but Haldir doesn’t hear her as clearly as his training should have him. Instead, he stares at his brother’s form lying prone in a healer’s bed, chest rewound in fresh bandages and a thick, acrid poultice the color of decaying moss and leaves laid over-top every inch. Rúmil was paler than perhaps his first several months out of their mother’s womb and despite his sleeping state for the last several hours, his eyes were sunken in his face and ringed in darkness. Almost as if Rúmil had already met the Death the healers had been trying to prevent.

“-warden. Haldir!” A voice gets louder in his ringing ears and a hand tightens on his arm. He looks down at the short ellyth standing concernedly at his side. He towers over her, he realizes. She’s on the shorter side for an elf. He wonders if she has any Mannish blood in her line.

“Haldir.” She says again. He’s unsure if he hears her as much as sees her lips form his name. She smiles a little as she catches his eye, but the crease between her eyebrows gives her worry away. “Can you understand what I’m saying?”

It takes him a moment but he nods.

“Your brother is doing very well given the situation and with no complications, should pull through just fine. He just needs rest and treatment every few hours. Nod again if you understand me.” He nods. Despite his initial annoyance with her presence, her voice is incredibly soothing to listen to. Something about her is soothing to him. Perhaps her healer’s training.

“Haldir, breathe. In. Out. Can you do that for me?” He forces a stuttering and shallow breath into his lungs.

“Good,” she soothes, “again.” He feels warm at the nape of his neck and repeats the action at her guidance. His sight clears at the edges, bringing him back into awareness with his body. He hadn’t realized how out of focus he was or how close he was to loosing consciousness.

He hadn’t realized a lot of things today. Some Marchwarden he was. Some brother he was, Haldir thought bitterly, tightness rising in his chest again.

He feels a slight pressure and absentmindedly looks down at the hand on his arm pulling him towards his brother. The ellyth gently guides him to sit on the made cot next to Rúmil‘s and sets his things down on a stool nearby before pouring an already steeped, hot cup of tisane from a full-brewed pot.

She presses the mug of tisane into his hands and Haldir clutches it as if were a lifeline she had thrown out into his drowning hand in the fast-moving waters of the Celebrant instead.

“Drink, Marchwarden. It will help, I promise.” She says gently and he’s suddenly reminded of what she said earlier: I’ve set up a cot near Rúmil for you along with a stand and a couple other things you may need for the evening.

He looks around the space as he sips on the tea provided, scalding his tongue in the process. Tea; mugs; a heated water pitcher, basin, and rags; his bag; pillows and a cot with warm linens made for the cool nights; a reading candle and his brother’s condition report nearby if he wishes to update himself on Rúmil’s progress; and a small platter of fruits, cheeses, bread, and a jar of honey.

A couple of other things, Haldir thinks incredulously. This ellyth had gone far beyond any duties in providing for a family member of an injured patient, Chief Marchwarden or not. Especially one who had been treating her and her healing skills as callously as he had been thus far.

“Marchwarden?” She asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Chief Marchwarden of the Northern Boundary.” Haldir can’t help but snap back out of instinct. He immediately regrets his words and goes to apologize, but finds his ability with words too, have finally escaped him.

It’s been a gruesome day and a longer month and an even more grueling several years. He’s not sure he could say the words he wants to express even if he could think of them in the first place.

“Well, then, Chief Marchwarden of the Northern Boundary.” The ellyth states sharply, then pauses and eventually sighs.

Somehow, she still sounds kind when she begins again, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on your brother’s progress and change his bandages. Círan will do hourly rounds until then. In the meantime, I suggest you get some rest. It will be a long night.”

She’s quiet for a moment before she shakes her head slightly and smiles tightly at him then speaks as she runs her eyes over Rúmil. “Please alert us if there’s any serious changes with your brother. Goodnight.”

The ellyth briskly walks out the back set of doors in the room, deeper into the healing halls.

Haldir sighs and sets his empty mug down, rubbing his hands harshly over his face before laying down and staring at the panels in the ceiling.

Just another tally against himself today, Haldir thinks. He can’t even gather himself to be civil with the elf tasked with more than adequately saving his brother’s life after he couldn’t do it himself.

He’s tired, he realizes. A deep, bone-aching tired that lends itself to tides pulling him out to sea.

In the morning, he’ll see what he can do to mend his transgressions from today, he thinks, brain slower to map out possible plans of action than normally.

His yawn cracks his jaw and his eyelids begin to droop of their own accord.

The tisane, he belatedly registers. Made of valerian root, lavender, and rose hips.

Haldir snorts and grins as he begins to drift to sleep. Clever minx.

#elithilanor #lotr imagine #lotr #haldir #lord of the rings #haldir x reader #haldir x fem!reader #haldir x you #haldir x oc #Marchwardens #lothlórien #Lothlórien elves

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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How would you have wrote a Hannah route?

I’m all in for a underdog story! Hannah is the ultimate underdog. And this is having her as a LI? So maybe MC has the chance to save her from leaving on the third day which leaves sending someone else on a plane ride back home, whoever that maybe based on your gameplay ofc! Imagine how that would change the game?

Or maybe that just leaves someone single and a chance to earn their keep until the next elimination? Day 5? when Lucas and Henrik enter the villa!

I think a Hannah route would be how Rohan is in season 1: she’s thankful that you picked her and probably feeling a little sorry for herself but MC is open to the idea of being MORE than friends instantly? MC hints at it. There’s flirtations on MC’s part but being a little clueless or in denial rather—Hannah would just label that as MC being friendly and it becomes frustrating! A slow burn if you will but we also learn that Hannah isn’t sure about her sexuality. I HC that she comes from a religious family and they’re in the group of religious people that do not support anything other than heterosexuality.

She’s questioned her sexuality but never acted on those feelings or discussed them with any of friends or even her (hc) sister.

I HC that Hannah is pan and isn’t open/sure about it until after some time off the show BUT we’re talking gameplay rn. She might be a little hung up on Gary since it was evident that he wouldn’t be picking her and struggles with how to talk to him and the fact that she still likes him? And wants him to like her back. She confides in MC and Lottie a lot (Lottie a lot of the time when she gets too nervous to talk to MC) since the both of you seem to listen to her at her lowest.

She’ll try to crack on with the other guys, although it’s clear that they’re not giving her a chance—romantically(which i still say is fucked and mean how they did her regardless even in a platonic sense. Sure she might not be your type but damn you can’t at least try?) but HELLO you’re right there?! That might last for awhile until Henrik and Lucas enter the house and she decides that she’ll want to couple up with Henrik which causes Lottie to be catty and voice that “MC wouldn’t like that, since they’re basically in love with you.” Or something along those lines, we know how she is!

Which makes Hannah nervously want some answers although her attention is shifted on Henrik a bit. Lottie doesn’t seem to like that while also struggling with her feelings for Gary, yet she can usually be open with Hannah about her feelings since Hannah is usually open about hers! instead lottie shines light on other issues or dilemmas in the villa because she likes to do tit for tat to get her way.

Lottie wants Henrik as her backup if she can’t figure out how to approach her Gary situation. Which Hannah also finds out due to Chelsea spilling the beans + Lottie sharing a kiss with Gary. This brings out a new side to Hannah, bringing out the vengeful side of her. She gives Lottie the silent treatment for a couple of days to gather her thoughts. She shaves the side of her head and seeks validation from Jakub to piss everyone off, not realizing how it mainly hurts YOU.

Majority of the villa stans MC and tries to build a relationship with Hannah (at least I hope they would be a little bit kinder) so I think out of the boys she would eventually become closest with Rahim and Noah? And they would try to tell her but at this point, Hannah doesn’t want to hear anything.

I think the route would be frustrating & problematic with what we had and applying my own twist on things if Hannah stayed. It isn’t until casa amour when Shannon explains how Jakub was not loyal to Hannah and had two girls fighting over him, that Hannah has to sit back and really look at this all.

That she gets to write her story and this doesn’t make her happy. What if she decides to leave? What if she doesn’t?

She wants to clean this all up. After faking a connection with whomever in casa, she realizes that it’s MC who’s always been there, and always had her best interest at heart but she kept searching for it elsewhere. MC doesn’t deserve that and she apologizes but first needs to talk to Lottie and Gary before she can figure out what to say to MC who’s either a) over Hannah/not forgiving b) dating around since their relationship is open at this point and is no one’s second option c) forgiving and been ready to start their relationship and win this thing!

Ultimately this entire show is not easy for Hannah, she’s shed some tears, loved and lost, and is pushed in multiple directions to find her identity in more ways than one.

#litg #litg Hannah #litg mc #litg Lucas #litg Henrik #litg Rohan #litg Gary #litg Lottie #litg chelsea #litg jakub #litg shannon #litg2 #litg s2

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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When In Dreams

Angsty Elf!Geralt x OFC one-shot

Summary: As an ancient war awakens, so does a love that knows no bounds. [Lord of the Rings AU with elf!Geralt x human OFC]

Author’s note: A sweet congratulations is in order for dear @mrsaugustwalker on her 5k followers. Hereby a one shot based on your prompt-lists! I hope you may enjoy it my dear -- as well as the many other fics you’ll hopefully receive!

Word count: 3.511

Warnings: NSFW - lots of angst and trauma with a smudge of fluff and smut - mentions of death, physical and emotional trauma, violence, blindness, prostitution and mentions of torture

I dreamt of home last night. I could smell the damp grass, feel the hug of threadbare cloth and hear the storm that roared in the distance. And I could see; I could see those heavy clouds as they gathered like wads of grey moss over the once crystal clear skies. I could see them threatening with fire, the white electric serpents of the gods already slithering over deep grey. But it wasn’t the serpents’ fiery, splitting tongues that worried me as much, as did the eastern horizon where the sun still kissed the grass and the loud beat of war drums echoed over the rumble of the storm.

War was coming.

It wasn’t the first time these lands would be wrecked by violence and pain. In fact it was as common as drawing breath in Northern Rohan, and I knew no different life ever since my mother gathered me in her arms. We lost father before I could memorise him, and then some years later, with the pestilence and the failing of crops, my mother was next to pay the inevitable prize that any herb-gatherer would eventually pay; with the point of a finger and the burning of a stack of wood she was gone and I was suddenly cast-out and alone, my life as I once knew it now but a faint memory.

I left, only to start my new life a few miles east of the village, where I found this abandoned cot near the Great Dwimordene Forest where demons danced and flesh eating faeries feasted. I never dared enter the dark grove, but my long-kept fear for the great ghost stories didn’t hold footing either. I never saw them, those faeries and demons, the months turning years without a single sighting. But I did see him. Accidentally at first, his face torn between anguish and surprise as I just watched him from the tall grass, his yellow eyes sparkling like golden treasure in the shadows.

I had never seen the like of a man like him before, but even long after he disappeared - just as quickly as he had appeared - I thought of those honeyed eyes and his pale long hair. Was he one of the forest demons? If so, why didn’t he come to claim me? Roast me on a spit and dance around the flames? Long days, weeks and months passed and as the memory of his eyes faded, the eastern horizon became restless, the storm that now brewed in the sky forming a battlecry for the courageous warriors who fought there, their wives and children left behind.

Returning home after the gathering of whatever meagre supplies I could find between burned crops and crevices - roots and herbs mostly, I felt the first tears spilling from the heavens, cold and bitter like the saltwater that would soon billow down motherly cheeks. I hastened my pace on the beat of the drum and thunder, my eyes reverting back to the east, where the last of the sun was now swallowed whole, spitting out only darkness and death, death that rode a pale horse.

Literally though. It looked like someone was speeding towards me. A rider.

I still wear the marks of that moment, in mind, body and soul, my now unseeing eyes remembering the pained expression of the rider’s face, an empty cry bursting from his lips. The white manes of his majestic mount danced in the fierce wind as the horse tried to free himself from the desperate clutch of his struggling rider. But alas, it was hardly a battle in the end, for the horse was too spooked and the rider too pained. With a thud his body fell down on the wet grass and the horse eloped, fleeing from the scene.

In that moment I realised the cause of his pain. A crude arrow stuck from the rider’s back, straight through the layers of leather and heavy cloak that now lay motionless in the waving sea of green. Was he dead? My eyes searched for his attacker, but all I saw was windy waving grass and sharp solid rock; the bare bones of Rohan, my home. And his grave now too, probably. With a hurried pace I forgot about my return home, my hair now dancing around my weary eyes as I ate the distance between myself and the man, my fingertips uncovering braided long brown hair and peculiar armour; swirling and elegant, which for a moment made me wonder if he was one of the famed Rohirrim horse lords.

There was no time for wonder though, for Rohan’s earth was restless. A deep growl thundered out over the storm and in an instant I forgot how to breath as death came again. This time not riding a pale horse, but a beast that I hadn’t seen the like of before. Horse-sized, houndlike and deadly, his daggersharp teeth rattled in the chase they were laying on the lifeless man..and me. Me. Me. Me-me-me…I froze in place and let slow seconds eat away, until finally I gathered my senses, my only option now being the one that presented itself by the dagger I found beneath the man’s cloak.

Silvery sharp, it gleamed in the low light of the mighty storm, a storm that roared in my blood now too. I felt sick in my empty stomach, for I knew not how to defend myself, my shaking hand betraying my inaptness. The beast and his rider saw it too, the rider letting out a orcish cackle of horrific amusement. My heart dropped even lower as our eyes met, his redbrown beads shimmering like blood diamonds on black marred skin. He was hideous. And unfortunately for me, graceful too. With a simple hop he got off his great beast, his split tongue flaking hungrily over his barely existent lips.

He spoke then, but I didn’t know what that snake-like tongue spoke of, though I could guess it was most likely vile..and something to do with his crotch, which he grasped for illustratory purpose. Again I realised that I couldn’t move, my feet seemingly swallowed by the grass that danced and danced - almost as if taunting me for my own inability to move. For a moment I wished I was dead already, my heart thudding nervously in my ears as the orc strode closer, his blistered black hands dragging out a cruel dagger, jagged edges still glistening with blood.

The war was here.

‘Please.’ I begged pitifully, but all the orc did was cackle louder, his horrid tongue once again flaking over his lips with a hunger. And again he spoke, and again I didn’t understand, my own lip now shaking from more than just the icy rain, the heaven water rolling down my cheeks mingling with bitter tears.

After all these years of misery, this is how I’d die. Alone, abandoned and scared. If only I was as brave as the shield maidens. If only I knew how to.. The orc reached out and I surprised not only him, but also myself when I lunged forward, my dagger finding the soft tissue of his belly. He cried out, his once amused lips now curling down in disapproval as his own dagger was raised. Our eyes met and by some odd twist of destiny, he hesitated, offering me yet another opportunity to grasp for what little honour I could find in shoving him off, down onto the ground.

This time I was less lucky though, his free hand taking me down with him, our bodies now rolling for life and death in the restless green sea. Somewhere in the tumble he too had lost his dagger, his freed up hand instead opting to rip out my dagger from his black oozing wound. What happened next was worse than the death I anticipated. Worse than life up to that point had ever been. His beady eyes burned into me as he choked me in a deadly grip and took from me what I would never regain.

He gauged out my eyes.

From here on the world literally became black, my eyes no longer crying for they were not there at all. And as faith would have it, he paid for it as I cried bloody tears, the Valar striking him down with all their might. At least, I think that happened as I heard his sullen cries. Perhaps it had been the faery demons instead. Either way, I wished they would be remorseful and offer me the only thing I now wanted; a swift and painless death.

—

Gasping I sat up, my empty eyes blinking even though there was nothing to see. A warm hand on my naked back soothed me back into welcoming arms, the death I had once pleaded for seeming so silly now.

‘Sssh melleth-nîn.’ Geralt’s deep oak voice pulled me back to the land of the living. The land of the elves. My new home. ‘I’ve got you.’

I wished he had. And that he could keep me. But with my awakening, I too realised that I was to start yet another day of misery. Of whispers that betrayed that our slow-simmering relationship was frowned upon. The war had felt like a beautiful start of something new, but reality learned that the elves, despite the great tales of Beren and Luthien, were little fond of relationships between men and kin.

I sighed and turned in his arm, trying to imagine how his golden eyes were now looking at me with a silent warmth. How his lips curled slightly. In fact, I knew they curled up, my fingertips almost unwittingly tracing them. ‘Good morning,’ He rumbled gently.

‘I guess.’ I said, betraying my melancholy, his cheek instantly rubbing into my touch, like a dog would to console his owner.

‘I see more of those guesses each day and it pains me.’ His hand found my cheek and brushed away a tear that strayed there.

‘I’m sorry.’ My lip trembled as the pain of being unwanted tightened around my heart, ‘I just…’

‘Ssh, my sweet. I will not abandon you. You must know that. You keep my heart,’ His large hand placed over my heart. ‘and anything else is unimportant. I know the cause of your sorrow, and though Lórien has been my home, it is no longer. You are.’

‘What are you..?’

‘Come away with me. Let us find ourselves a home where we are both welcome. Both can live and laugh and love.’ He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my nose..and then my empty eyelids - a thing I both hated for it emphasised how imperfect I was, but also loved, for he loved me all the same.

Our love was literally blind. From the moment he carried me out of the rain and into his forest, to the first time he and I confessed that there was more than friendship between us. And though it pained me to take him from his beloved Lórien, it was clear that the life we wished for, wouldn’t be lived out here between the Mallorn trees.

—

Our new home would be, quite fittingly, the Last Homely House, as was decided upon after he sent out requests far and wide. The good lord Elrond was welcoming to our indefinite stay and so, with the simmering war still pestering the lands, we started our arduous travel through long dark nights, our days spent in inns or trees.

I could feel the ache of his heart, like it were my own, whenever he laid his hand upon bark, only to feel that these trees were silent. The world of men we travelled through was crude and harsh and even with his hair braided back and ears cloaked, people knew he was a foreign thing, his tree-like height and strength making them gasp and whisper when we set foot in small towns.

But Geralt, my dear, didn’t relent. His warrior heart kept a steady beat as our feet again moved on, to yet another town, another waylay until the sun would come and travels were too dangerous. The long nights and days made us weary and cold, but our love held fierce as the fires on the mountain pass. We slept and wept and loved as one, and as our journey was soon to bring us to Rivendell, we felt that at long last the world would be kind to us. That our lives would find peace.

We were fools to think such a thing, for we never set foot beyond the mountains, our treacherous journey ending in yet more pain as our destinies unwound.

‘Geralt?’ I reached out for his warmth, but the cave was deserted, the meagre fire we had stoked gone cold. Outside the winter howled, silencing any other signals I could possibly pick up. I tried to ease my mind as I wrapped my cloak around my shivering frame. It's alright, don’t worry. He’s alright. He’s alright. I repeated the mantra as I listened and waited. Perhaps he had gone out. Elves were little sensitive to the wear and tear of extreme weather, so perhaps he had just left to retrieve more wood for the fire. Perhaps he had to relieve himself. Perhaps he...

‘NOOOOOooo.’ A cry echoed through the valley, soon followed by more voices. In tongues I knew too well now. Orcs. Quite instinctively I ducked away, hands following the rough rock as I tried with utmost terror to hear what was afoot. The voices were getting nearer and, where last meeting an orc I had frozen, now I ran, abandoning the cave for the bitter snowy wind that cut through my hair.

And as I did, I let my hands follow the solid rock on my right, as my feet pushed forward. I trusted myself not to fail this time. Not now. Not again. This time I wouldn’t get myself in trou..

‘NOOOOOOOOOO.’ The heart crushing cry returned, now even more pained and broken. And his. It was his. I knew it was his. I felt my knees crack beneath the sudden weight on my shoulders, my heart giving way to the strength as our bond was stretched further and further.

I sank down into the icy embrace of the mountains and realised that faith again, had decided I was to be alone. But not dead. I was never found by the orcs that took him from me and for days I then walked, my feet burning blisters and my skin bitten with ice. But none of it hurt as much as the loss of him, for whenever I heard the wind, I heard him too, his desperate cry calling out for me. Begging me to find him.

But how, I did not know, for my blind eyes lead me more astray with every step.

For a time all was forgotten. Our life together, those months of blessing, had become but dreams. The war wagered on and the lands remained restless as my journey continued, though I never made it to the last place I hoped to call home. Instead I drifted, my feet carrying me slowly over the licking waves of grass. And instead of a sweet life, again I was met with crudeness and pain, my ageing body the ship that broke through every storm. I ended my long drift in an inn, and where my heart still dreamed, my limbs were weary and in exchange for a bed I was accepting of the faith of lonely female flesh.

They used me, they did. And each time a grunt with hairy thighs ground himself into me with pathetic whimpers and moans, I’d remember him instead. Smooth and gentle, great power wrapped in silk and whispers, his sing-song tongue telling me of the moon, the stars and the trees. How they all came to be, and would remain until his immortal days were long stretched and his soul weary. In his one hundred years he had already spoke broken and hushed, but whenever he was in between my thighs, his touch came alive and his brooding thoughts spilled from eager fingertips. Even now, years later, I could feel my skin burn with lust and love on the places where others now held on.

All I could think of was him.

‘Wench.’ A brusk rap on the door awoke me from a restless sleep. I wasn’t sure whether it was day or night anymore, my life seeming one never-ending loop of misery.

‘Open.’ I croaked, my hands closing the coarse material of the robe that kept whatever little dignity I still had left.

The door opened and the voice of the keeper sounded oddly kind to the customer he had managed to reel into his whoring house. The war had meant long lines of problematic and abusive customers, but apparently this wasn’t one of them. At least, not yet. And perhaps I kept my hopes too high and was this customer only loved, for he had paid handsomely to do whatever.

The door closed again and, hearing the enthused whistle of the keeper, I knew that my guest was probably here, despite it still being so very quiet.

I was slightly taken aback when he touched me, a rough thumb brushing over my hollowed cheek, moving over a scar I had received from one of my less loving clients.

‘G’day.’ I quickly lowered my face and gestured at the bed, hoping he would be a quick and simple shag. But he wasn’t. Instead I finally heard him, heard his breath, a quiet hiccup barely managing to hide the sorrow that spilled from his hand that now returned to my face, brushing away the hair I had placed there to hide the wrinkles that had started to take away my youth.

With every passing second I felt more restless, the touch of this man far more abrasive than I wished it to be. ‘You have received the rates from the keeper?’

A short silence followed and then suddenly he was there, around me, long arms entangling me in an embrace that pushed all air and sorrow out of my bones. ‘Melleth..’ He cried and instantly I remembered these arms, this smell, the tickle of long hair and the oak of his voice.

Geralt.

My fingers braced him, finding he too had changed. He had become sinewy thin and as his lips crushed into mine, I felt that his cheeks too had lost their innocence. Scars riddled over his once unblemished skin and as I felt his silent tears on my fingertips I knew that a tree of a man like him wouldn’t cry so simply. He had suffered as much, if not more.

What followed was the physicalisation of a dream I had long kept to keep myself going. The dream that one day he’d find me and love me again. The dream that had him unwrap me from these rough wools, so I could feel his fingertips caress my flesh.

His rough fingers felt like home and as he carefully placed me on the bed I wished for the moment to not end, our lips locking in luxurious long kisses and soft hums and moans. I tried to forget about what I must look like to him, for it was now not only my blind eyes that made me imperfect. I had grown old, the chance of ever conceiving a child probably as slim as that he would love me like he once did.

And yet, here he was, worshipping the remains of our love until the flame was rekindled and the bond that had grown so thin and weary, once more felt as strong as it had once been.

We were one again.

I felt it as he stretched me around him, I felt it as he rocked me to my first true release in years. I felt it as he too joined me in the epiphany of love, my womb welcoming his gift with lust, longing and sweetness. Salty tears streamed down our cheeks as we slowly rediscovered the planes of our flesh; his once beautiful skin now marred and haunted with the many years he had been captured in dungeons of evil.

For a moment I wished I could look at him, could look into those treasure golden eyes and see him truly. See the pain and the pleasure that probably kindled behind the tears he cried. But never again I would, and so I just touched his cheek and laid him to rest on my breast, the release of finding each other being enough for now, the restless pub downstairs making the only sound above the soft hush of our exhausted pants.

That night we dreamed together; of the short life we could share before my old bones would become to brittle and break. We dreamed of meadows and kisses of the grass beneath our unmarred skin. We dreamed of our first time, gentle hands drifting over the ocean of shivering gooseflesh, anticipation licking at our hearts. For it was then decided, that our love was stronger. And again he whispered: ‘Come away with me.’

End

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Chapter 5: A Basic Witch (Loki x OFC Pairing)

"So archery, huh? Let me guess, you were born in the wrong century."

Clint glanced back at me while flying Tony's "borrowed" flying thing I wasn't quite sure was a plane or jet. "You might actually be worse than Tony with those quips of yours."

"You love it really," I teased.

"Love is a strong word, I tolerate it...moreso with a raise."

I cackled. "They not paying you enough to put up with me? Gotta feed the kids somehow though, right? Have you thought about being a hooker, they're always hiring."

"Do you want him to shoot you?" asked Loki though he had a smirk on the entire time I was bugging Clint.

"I could keep talking but then I took an arrow to the knee," I jested. "Not quite the ring I was hoping for there."

"You know, I read about you people," Clint commented.

"What do you mean 'you people'?"

"Necromancers. Don't you normally require certain things to do what you do? Google images suggest you need a staff at the very least."

I snorted but also took out my new smartphone Tony was nice enough to give me and looked up what people thought necromancers looked like, allowing Loki to see what I see as well. "We also apparently only wear black attire and wear bone jewelry. Really? That's still a stereotype? Bone jewelry? Okay some voodoo practitioners might wear that for shock value but it doesn't have any real purpose and more important is super fucking tacky. We're already made of bones, why do we need more and why wear them on the outside if we need more, they're brittle as fuck, especially if they're old. This is where you got your info from, Clint?"

"Not exclusively," he tried to recover.

"So I'm expected to wear the least practical attire and accessories all time? You any idea how much I stick out looking like Skeletor's little sister here without wearing all black all time while dragging some long metal or wood staff like I'm Sarumon summoning orcs against Rohan. Sure I might blend in well enough at night in all black but the stealth is gone with all the bone jewelry rattling with each movement. Let's just throw some chains in there too, I'm sure they won't see me coming then. Seriously, who comes up with this bullshit? When you caught Loki, did you ask if he gave birth to a horse too?"

"You don't think I did?" Loki responded in amusement while snatching my phone and scrolling through all the depictions of what people thought I'd look like.

"From what I'm told, your adoptive father is too arrogant and vain to ride a horse you created."

"Clever girl. You are correct, that is a myth created to deface me more than they already have. Surprisingly he didn't ask me anything, too busy plotting my death after I got in his head."

"Someone's a sore loser," I mused under my breath so only Loki could hear me. "We there yet? And did you find any actual facts about 'my people' or just what the internet told you?"

"We're nearly there....and I'll let you know when I do," Clint muttered.

"We used to need instruments like a staff or something to be fair," I told Loki quietly. "But they are an eyesore for everyone and can easily get lost, stolen, or broken so we adapted and found another way to channel power. You need three things typically, well two now but at one point it was a staff to channel, a jewel to draw from and collect, and a blade to end it all."

"You don't have any of those though, do you? You were found with just what they told you to wear and what powers you had in you. They didn't..."

"You need to be a necromancer to even know what to do with those three let alone wield them for their intended purpose but no, never had a staff for obvious and previously listed reasons. My blade is kept hidden until I need it which thus far I haven't, as for the jewel...that's hidden elsewhere as well." I stopped at a fanart pic of a necromancer wearing all three items in an over the top armored black robe surrounded by bones. "Well that's just pretentious. Who goes around wearing everything they need to gain the upper hand out for all to see?"

"What about that one? I could see you wearing that," Loki purred, pointing to one necromancer woman wearing a cloak and more or less a black leather bikini while raising a skull above her.

"I bet you could, I wouldn't be caught living in that, nice try."

"Alright, we're here as requested, everyone out of my jet," Clint called back to us.

I opened my mouth to point out it was once again Tony's plane but Loki just held up a hand and shook his head, sometimes it was better to just roll with it. "You've damaged his ego enough, let him dream a little." The plane landed in a park that had been conveniently shut off from the public, probably Tony's doing and we hopped out. I took one long deep breath and smiled at scent of fresh salty sea air and a little bit more. Loki stepped out behind me, in his ironically all black suit in place of armor or leisure robes but he didn't seem to stick out in them, just rocked them like a death metal band, hardcore.

"You feel that?" I murmured under my breath so Clint wouldn't know what we were talking to.

"You're right, there is something otherworldly about this place, something strong but subtle."

"Alright you two, I'll be watching you but won't get in your way unless I have to, go and explore Salem," Clint informed us.

I grinned and lead Loki into the heart of witch city. I took him to all my favorite little shops, both the tourist traps and the legit ones where wiccan things are sold, to some of the museums, explained more of the city's history and how it became a safe haven for those with magic in their blood. Eventually we stopped by where the final resting place of the victims were, the memorial stones that often had fresh flowers resting on so they'd never be forgotten. It was empty beside myself, Loki, and the dead so I dropped to my knees then in front of the small stone gated graveyard, my hands digging into the ground to feel for any unrest and breathed out. Let those who linger rest easy and those with unrest tell me how I can help. My eyes shot open completely white as the unquiet spirits came forward. I could feel Loki watching me from where he stood some feet back but kept my attention to the unseen souls asking for peace. When I did all I could for them, my eyes faded back to their normal murky color and I slowly stood up and brushed myself off, signalling Loki to walk over and beside me.

"All of these people were innocent?" he asked me quietly.

"This wasn't about actual magic, this was about fear and power, this is what you get when you mix religion and politics, the innocent burn while the guilty rises."

"And now people celebrate here what their ancestors were accused of."

"I like to think of it as saying fuck you, we are the children of witches you didn't burn."

"Brilliant," he breathed out. "You're right, I do like this place already."

"Of course I'm right, I'm always right, the sooner you accept it, the happier we'll both be for it."

Loki chuckled but didn't disagree. "When did you find out about this place?"

"As a kid, everyone's taught about the Salem Witch Trials in school, we were then driven there for a field trip like this to see for ourselves. There's many places of magic in America, but this is my absolute favorite place ever. This is my home." I paused mid stroll, took a deep breath in, closed my eyes and opened my arms, welcoming the wonders of witch city.

"Do you hear a high pitched squealing noise?" murmured Loki while watching me embrace my inner witch.

I didn't get a chance to reply as I was suddenly knocked several feet to the side and off my own feet by a pair of boobs with arms attached them engulfing me. "You're alive!" a familiar voice cried in joy.

"Not for much longer if you keep that up," I grumbled, stumbling back onto my feet and straightening up to meet a more familiar face. I was then hugged again and then roughly shaken around almost angrily. "Not everything you love is a fucking cocktail, stop shaking me!"

"Where the hell have you been, woman? We all thought you were killed off or burnt yourself out like the ones that went missing! You left without warning, no calls, no texts, not even a damned email I would've accepted, not a damned thing!" the tall Louisianan woman shaking me around exclaimed.

"Would you believe I was away on business?"

"Your business is here, try again."

"Attacked by ninjas?"

"This ain't feudal Japan."

"Chuck Norris with a bbgun?"

She just glared at me with her hands on her hips tapping a foot impatiently.

"Hydra got me midflight back home."

"Fo realz? How'd they know?"

"Someone had to have tipped them off, I used my aliases the entire time, kept low profile, all that jazz."

She had to sigh and drop the frown in acceptance and squeezed me hard again. "It has been soooo boring without you causing trouble around here, are you back for good?"

I picked up the frown she dropped and shook my head sadly. "Day trip, didn't get out of Hydra on my own, out of the fire and into the frying pan."

"By who?"

I glance back at Loki who was closely watching the two of us, not sure if she was friend or foe to him and the team. "Avengers plus one."

"So that's why it's been boring, you took all the fun with you and didn't think to share, as always."

"Bitch I ain't your source of entertainment, get your own damn rescue team."

"Sharing is caring."

"Do you see the care on my face?"

"I missed your face, can you believe that? I got addicted to IZombie just so I could see someone that looked like you."

"Not the first show I got you hooked on, I regret nothing there."

"Your face though..." she now turned her attention to the god watching from the sidelines. "You're not from around these parts, are you?"

"Where I'm from has been completely destroyed," he replied stiffly.

"Didn't you try to take New York City ages back?"

Before Loki could defend himself, I decided to step in. "Let she who is without a body count, cast the first stone."

"What? I'm not judging, I don't like NYC either but you are the same guy right? God of mischief and alien invasions?"

"I might be," Loki spoke up. "And who are you that seems to know Nell so well."

"I'm her best friend, Zari."

Something clicked in my head about what she said moment earlier then and before more introductions were made, I spoke up. "Hold up, they burnt out?"

Zari blinked and recalled what I brought up and arched an eyebrow. "When they were found they were shells and around their remains was all dead, that has to be it, they burnt out like overrused acid leaking batteries."

"All of the missing?" I murmured.

"All except you...what are you thinking?"

"My zombie senses are tingling. This doesn't feel like a coincidence, that's doesn't feel like an accident either. How many of us are left?"

"A fourth of what we started as."

"We're becoming an endangered species."

"You always wanted to be a tiger as a kid, now you got something in common with them besides a body count."

I scowled or attempted to, I did love tigers after all. "Hunted to near extinction wasn't what I had in mind."

She snickered and glanced at the amused god before returning her attention back to me. "So here for today at least, you show him all the cool places I hope."

I pretended to look offended and held a hand to my chest. "It's like you don't know me at all."

"Either way, there's a few places you missed that I'm sure you'd love to see," she nudged me with a wicked look in her eyes and I instantly knew what she meant.

"By all means, lead the way."

She took us to a small cafe she worked at that actually had a hidden passage way underneath the kitchen and leading to the Hawthorne Hotel, away from Clint's prying eyes for once so we all settled down in a nice suite permanently reserved under Zari's name. There we caught up and explained stuff to Loki we trusted him but not the Avengers with...for reasons. Zari was actually more a witch or voodoo priestess, not as powerful or naturally gifted as a necromancer but still pretty damn dangerous with her own form of death magic.

"Barton probably called in the cavalry in our absence," Loki muttered. "We should return to the open before the Avengers ruin the day again."

"We probably should, would hate for them to ruin my happy place. We should go somewhere public and totally open so they look like idiots before they yell at us though," I suggested.

"That can be arranged easy enough, well done. Zari, it has been a pleasure."

"Look after her, Loki. And Nell...don't let the bastards get you down," she reminded me.

I grinned. "Nevah." I took Loki's outstretched hand once more and green mist swirled around us before we popped up by a bench looking out at the sea by the Waterfront Hotel. I smiled again and didn't let go of his hand, I could feel the ocean then, feel the sun, the sea, everything that drew me to it before I died. "Some day," I murmured.

Loki gave my hand a squeeze and didn't let go as well but kissed the top of it. "I'll make sure of it. Here they come."

Right on cue, Clint followed by Nat and slightly annoyed Steve jogged over to us, all looking different shades of unhappy. We both turned and looked at them innocently while Clint breathed a sign of relief, Nat just rolled her eyes at us, but of course the do-gooder Steve looked like a father about to reprimand his child for sneaking out the window after being grounded.

"You know, while we were hunting you down, I gotta say, this place has its charms," Nat noted.

"Of course it does, can't be a witch without some," I informed her. "Who here likes seafood?"

Steve opened his mouth most likely to lecture me on staying in sight but bless Clint for thinking with his stomach after a long boring day of watching me and Loki frolic around town. His hand shot up almost as fast as his arrows shoot forward so I led the little team to the Oyster Bar by the Waterfront. "Ah food, my second favorite four letter F word."

Eventually it was time to return to homebase as the gang led us back to the jet and I found myself surprisingly worn out from the day of fun, leaning against Loki on the ride back. I found myself too tired to walk out myself when we landed and Loki immediately scooped me up and carried me out of the jet and into the main building himself. My eyes got heavier each second but somehow I could still hear what was going on.

"Clint tells me he lost sight of you two for a bit, you care to explain that?" Tony was demanding.

"Do I care to? Not really since you asked. He got distracted by one of the local performing street witches most likely, did you know theres one going around in full witch garb on rollerblades? Very amusing to say the least," Loki replied smoothly.

"Oh I'm aware Salem is full of weirdoes."

"Which is exactly why you weren't invited, you boring old fart," I muttered, burying my head against Loki's chest to try and drown out their voices only for Loki to laugh against me.

"Don't you take that tone with me, young lady," mused Tony. "I'll have you know I've been voted the world's most interesting man many times."

"And Trump's been voted for president, votes here don't mean shit so you're bragging rights right now are kinda in the crapper."

"Go back to sleep."

I turned to face him in Loki's arms just to stick my tongue out but curled back into Loki after. "Have a good night, don't let the zombies bite."

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tellywoodtrash · 5 years ago

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khkt 27.08.19 lb

ugh starting itself with rohan/pari???? no. absolutely not. fuckkkkkkkk offffffffffffff.

lol ofc nishi is one of those women who picks hangry arguments with her husband about the chand not coming out.

yk ne rohit ka bhanda phod diya. the only thing he asked of you was to not let anyone know he was at the kewalramanis! (oh and also pretend to be his gay partner from hereon, but there seemed to be no secrecy around that.)

akash is back to being a goddamn pain in the butt.

also he kinda looks like a menacing lump of upma today. the kind i don't like, with tons of veggies in it.

"propose"???? could you ppl calm your fucking tits, my god. at this rate you’ll be picking out names for the babies by next week.

snort. ofc.

"officially"???? abhi se grahpravesh karvaayenge kya uska?????

oh boy. thodaaaa zyaada hi suhaagan. she looks right out of a karwachauth mahaepisode.

rohit is right in his distress. yeh kyaaaaa hai???

(but also, he slipped in a compliment about how nice she was looking at the kewalramanis!)

literally what the hell, sona? SHAGUN?!?!?!?!?! you didn't even wanna do this whole drama in the first place for more than one night and now you're here with shagun??????????? oyyyy veyyyyy.

"main sonakshi se pyaar karta hoon! parvati se nahi."

lol packup karwa diya shagun waale bechaaro ka.

simple aur classy. we have an idea of dr. sippy's aesthetics now. (and it seems to be the exact opposite of how every woman in his family dresses.)

she can't change all this without sunita. but why fear when dr. sippy is here!!!!

ASLKJDFDLSKJFLKSJFKS ROHIT, GIVE A BITCH SOME WARNING. AND I MEAN ME, NOT SONA, BUT I’M SURE SHE WOULD HAVE APPRECIATED A HEADS-UP TOO, BEFORE YOU PLANTED YOUR LIPS RIGHT UP ON HER NECK.

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG.

"tum jaao, mujhe change karna hai."

"nahi."

sksksksksksk whut, dr. sippy kuch zyaada hi involve ho rahe ho is drame mein?

(but also, i feel like he spoke out of impulse, and then came up with what followed as a cover up?)

all an elaborate ruse to get her to open her hair! *deeeeeep happy sighhhhhhhhhh*

btw, sona is a little tooooooo obliging haan? khud bhagwan bhi neeche aake tell me to wash my hair on a day it's not scheduled, and i'd tell him the most adamant NO. and my hair is muchhhhh shorter than hers.

alsdkjalsdkjlasd he’s gawking at her to ‘ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga....’ DR. SIPPY, YOU A GONERRRRRRR.

he can't talk!!!!!!!!!!!! his mouth is moving, but there’s nothing coming out!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's literally speechless!!!!!!!! rohit sippy, who has a wiseass remark for EVERYTHING, cannot muster up the words!

YAS BOY, YOU GIVE MY QUEEN THE RESPECT AND APPRECIATION SHE DESERVES!!!!!!!!!

his voice legit got deeper when he said "sonakshi" and i died 3 times and came back to life. oufffffffffff.

yes, love my girl! love her good!!!!

ouff nishi. why such a regina george?

veena and tanya to the rescue.

waise tanya is perfectly adorable. wtf is rohan’s problem????? fucking loser.

(un)intended parallel that the moon appeared as soon as sonakshi did?

lmao buckle up rohit, it's going to be a long night of these stinkfaces.

ohhhhhh boy, isse pooja bhi karwayenge. it's her first visit you guys, can you stop overwhelming her like this????

lol stinkface #2 and 3 in quick succession.

ugh nishiiiiiiiii.

god i love veena for not buying into that apshagun nonsense and overreacting. *kisses her hands*

stinkface #4. god, fuck you rohit; majaaaal hai jo tum kuch bhi karo, yun commentary pass karne ke alaava.

yk Knows. i honestly love him. i think he’s in the ajit/veena tier for me in fav characters after ronakshi.

ok it was cute at first, but now it's bordering on annoying on how vimmi keeps referring to sona as "parvati". like the worshiping and all can still be funny, but come on, call her by her real name!

ajit is so rudra singh oberoi, unwilling to give up claim to bhaiyya to new bhaabi (even one that he himself chose!)

blah blah blah blah.

yeah this tradition i can get behind. feeding each other, nom nom nom.

lol vimmi made bharwa karela specially for sona.

ok this karela looks more burnt than bharwa though.

"meri baari hai na?" hahahaha mauka pe chauka.

the family's faces!!!!!!!1

lol what a brat.

nosy chachu ko sonakshi ki bhi saari info chahiye.

omg vimmi shush!

god, she's so damn wholesome.

oh great everyone's making weird faces at the 10th grade padhai thing.

rohit's reassuring blink is all she needs though.

naren asking the real questions; “tumhe rohit kaise pasand aa gaya??”; coz queen, you can honestly do so much better.

ajit adding some science waala funda about opposites attract and all. as if he had NOTHING to do with all this.

passive aggressive papad crumbling/eating as a warning.

ugh rohan tumhe main sau chaantein na lagaoon? chup raho pls. beghairat.

mummy wholeheartedly approves of sona. aur kyaaaaaaa chahiye?

oh right, bua ka bhi approval. sigh, we are desi, afterall. kuladevata se lekar watchman/maali tak ka NOC chahiye hota hai yahaan pe shaadi karne ke liye.

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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. raima is in mumbai. aaaand rohit might have come upon her?

ugh, i'm not ready for this yetttttttttt. let her go be in chandigarh for a while, during which my ronakshi can get a little closer!!!!! i need angst, proper angst whenever this raima track actually does come up!

#kahaan hum kahaan tum #khkt lbs #episode liveblogs

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their-name-is-morgan · 5 years ago

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Tagged by @jojosthetic-boogaloo !! If somebody else tagged me and I didn’t see, I’m sorry ;((💖

Your All time favourite character: Bruno! I adore that man for so many reasons, maybe one day I’ll make a post about it...

Favourite JoJo: Actually I love them all, but uhm, Josuke! Also Johnny and Giorno, even though not for reasons as ‘He’s wholesome and kind’, but his personality is interesting!

Favourite JoBro: Bruno obviously, but I also love Okuyasu, Polnareff, Kakyoin, Gyro and Hermes! (JoSis I guess?)

Favourite Villain: Kira, take his Stand away and he’s still creepy af, he’s one of the best JoJo characters in my opinion- I’d say La Squadra too but they’re more like?? Minor villains? And they kinda have the same goal as Bruno’s gang in the end so,,,I,,,yeah.

Favourite stand: Killer Queen -the Bites the Dust arc was done very well and it was very entertaining, also the design in general and its abilities are things I really like- and Sex Pistols -cute...babies...Number 5 is my favourite, and I love sentient stands so!- but ofc there are others I find interesting, such as Spice Girl, Heaven’s Door, Purple Haze, Metallica...

Favourite part: Currently I’d say part 5 and 7 -from what I’ve read so far, and it’s gonna get even more interesting-!

Favourite thing about JoJo: Idk, there are so many things about it that I like, what I’m interested in the most whenever I start watching/reading something is the characters and JoJo has not let me down at all, there are so many beautiful and interesting characters and the designs are so creative even if bizarre, the Stands as well! I wish I had a Stand- and obviously all the Parts’ plots, yes there are some plot holes, but every show, book, manga etc has its flaws after all!

Give a hug to: Fuck, everyone? They all deserves a big hug even tho I don’t like hugging people...but if I have to say one, hmm... Risotto. He lost his whole Team, and he didn’t even get to avenge them. Plus his backstory is not the happiest, so he really needs a hug- Giorno too, he’s so young and he had to go through a lot-

Get or give comfort to: I?? Want to comfort Bruno? He looks like he needs it lmfao. And I want to be comforted by him too! Let me just,, cuddle this man while we talk about what makes us feel upset,,,I honestly mostly imagine me comforting characters tho, like, have I ever told you that I rly want to give comfort to Johnny...Ghiaccio...Fugo...Narancia...Trish...NXBNSDJ

Go out on a date with: Y’all already know I’d go on a date with my main man Bruno any time, but I’d also enjoy a date with Josuke? Idk I feel like we’d have a lot of fun-

Move out and go live with (as roommates): Can I choose two people? I’m gonna choose two people. Narancia and Trish, they’re babies and we’d have fun, go out, watch stupid movies together, and just be dumb together tbh. We’d be bffs!

Marry: Bruno-

What is your dream activity with who, where and how long: I always think about this a lot oh God- if Bruno showed up at my door and invited me to go take a nice walk with him, then we went to some restaurant and then we’d just relax and quietly stare at the sea...that’s it. Bruno if you’re reading this, do it, I wouldm’t even think twice I’d immediately say yes. I’d basically love to go on a very romantic date with him in the evening/night, but I’d also love to go on the beach with him? Like...beach day with Bruno? I’m in. Also an alternative: Ice Skating with Ghiaccio!

The character you relate the most to: Narancia, other than because we’re both bad at maths...it’s because, while watching the Anime, I noticed that I’d act exactly like him in certain situations so like...yes. Also my friends often tell me I remind them of Narancia xjnsdsdj

Did JoJo make a better change in your life? How did it help, is it a big or minor change: Oh yes it did! Other than helping me improve with my art, it made me want to start writing again and both of these things lead to me meeting new people and making amazing friends!! It also just,, makes me happy to read ff and do other things related to JoJo when I’m sad or upset, and let’s not forget that I started watching it while I was sick...so it made those two weeks way better than they would’ve been if I hadn’t had anything to do ahahah!

Do you self ship or oc ship with a canon character: I self ship with Bruno akxns and it also depends on which other charas I’m obsessed with in the moment...like now? I want to be Ghiaccio’s gf. And I have some OCs but I don’t ship them with anyone...yet!

If you had a stand, which one would you like to have? However, realistically which one would you most likely get with your past and demeanor: I’d love to have Crazy Diamond or Gold Experience as my Stand, I hate seeing my loved ones hurt and they’re generally useful -and wholesome- Stands, but also King Crimson would be cool- realistically I think that my Stand would be something like Heaven’s Door? I admit that I’m very curious and that Stands literally makes you read a person, so (but I wouldn’t do it to know someone’s secrets or smth xjsj)- but it can be very helpful too, and I love to help others, like when Rohan wrote that Koichi can speak Italian- I’d do stuff like that all the time! Idk xnsdj

tagging uh, whoever wants to do this ig?? jkssjk🤧👌❤

#jojo tag game #tag game #tag post #jojo #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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hey i sent you an ask but internet problematic here so i dunno if it was sent? As someone with no experience with neurodivergent people i was hoping you could elaborate what you have previously said about Kars in JORGE JOESTAR (and other characters maybe) seeming neurodivergent. Like, i'd love to know your headcanons about jojo characters regarding this, as well as reasoning for the headcanon's (optional, but i'd love it)

(wow this one sure took me a long time to answer, sorry!)

oh boy, this would be an extremely long post if I included all other jojo characters I headcanon as nd so I’m just going to focus on Jorge (the Japanese one) and novel Kars for now

this won’t be a “this character definitely has x thing”, but just pointing out traits and dialogue that may interest someone who wants to headcanon/write these characters as nd

am I going to be reaching with some of those? yep! but if the Jorge Joestar novel itself taught me anything, it’s that:

so, you know. I see what I wanna see.

(tw: mental illness, trauma, ptsd, suicide - all in the Kars segment)

Jorge:

– the sheer difference in introductions is telling: English Jorge talks at length about his family, his classmates, his gay puppy crush, and anything else you’d expect to be major concerns for a kid. Japanese Jorge? social life haha what social life, HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR 10 PAGES OF PUZZLE SOLVING

– no really if the very first thing someone says after seeing all your memories is that you sure spend a lot of time on puzzles then that’s some deep interest you have, a bit of a stereotypical hobby there but whatevs

– hyperfocuses a lot??

– (exasperated Kars who’s been trying to get his attention for a good minute:) “You have a bad habit of not hearing when people speak to you.” (Jorge:) “Yeah, if I’m focused on something else. Sorry. What?”

– tunes out of one phone conversation with Bruno like 3 times

– figures out how time-based Stands work specifically because he has experience with his internal sense of time getting royally fucked up whenever he’s deeply focused

– was inattentive (and hyperactive?) as a young kid to the point it affects how the memories on his disc look like: “I was a fidgety child, and the image rarely focused on [Joseph] for long. I wasn’t interested in his story.”

– visual thinker, good with patterns, can make complicated mental maps and solve slide puzzles in his mind

– his memory is really good until it isn’t (as far as he’s concerned Funny Valentine’s Stand is called Dirty Whatever)

– very particular about meanings of words and names, etymology (his arc starts and ends with him pondering over the kanji of his own name, knows latin names of various species like Hydrangea or Ursus maritimus and what they mean literally, that “sorry that name’s taken” line when Rohan calls something a Beyond, etc)

– doesn’t like (is distressed by?) clutter and things/details being WRONG. (“If details don’t add up right I get agitated, and start searching for a better way. This trait has lead to my room being very clean, and made me a great detective.”)

– infodumps to Rohan about polar bears of all things, and there’s a moment when he stops talking almost mid-sentence after mentioning they’re called Ursus maritinus and instead of speaking out loud he just thinks to himself that “The scientific name was given by John Phipps in 1774” as if he just realized that’d be Too Much detail to share, I feel you Jorge

– (after Erina says he has a characteristic soft smile) “I do? I mean, I guess people do say I look like an idiot.”

– gets urges to laugh at very bad times (”Cars’ whispered response had an air of such grim realism that I almost started laughing, but he was watching me suspiciously. Whoops.”)

– sometimes blurts out things, often fails one-liners, even when he pre-plans what he’s going to say something else may come out (“I’d thought of all kinds of things to say, but what actually popped out in that moment? (…) I have no idea what I meant by that last bit but I said what I said and had to live with it.”)

– sometimes impulsive, like yeah let’s just get up in the middle of the night and search through a 10 km^2 area on a bike for something unprecised while you have several death threats to your name, this can’t possibly backfire

– (after Jorge quite literally blows himself up by impulsive carelessness) “Cars was still laughing. “You really don’t think things through.“”

– small point that’s made moot by paranormal things like that being real in the jojoverse, but his tendency to see signs and messages meant for him everywhere and in every event, and insisting on coincidences not being mere synchronicity gives off a different vibe than intended (at least at the beginning before he knows Stands and Beyonds are a thing)

Kars:

– honestly I could just slap the definition of “neurodivergent = with their brain functioning differently from what’s seen as ‘normal’ in the population” here and point at his backstory in this book and be done with it

– remember everything I’m writing is on top of his canon image of an asocial genius scientist with poor affect (or, in the anime, varying between stone face and painfully exaggerated expressions) who has a connection with nature and animals, which I guess can? be seen as some type of autistic coding (unfortunately in this case it dovetails into “a loner with autistic traits = snaps and kills everyone” type of coding sooo maybe let’s not go there)

– novel Kars talks about how when he was younger he didn’t even know that feeling sympathy and wanting to have emotional attachments with others –was a thing– (apparently his race wasn’t capable of it??), and he had to sorta consciously try to understand and learn it through reading human fiction. It came off to me like he relates better to fictional characters (and maybe animals?) than to his race or humans, too

- ^^(that backstory’s a bit unclear with how it’s told; either just like his race he doesn’t have the drive for social bonding, empathy etc. and his understanding of others is made purely on the intellectual level - that’s relatable for some nd people - or he DOES have those things in a drastic difference from everyone else of his race, which I guess makes him nd by definition. It’s… complicated.)

– on the topic of “consciously learning how to sympathy” - there’s a few times in the novel when he’s a prick not because he wants to be but because he genuinely doesn’t understand why the other person would be upset (”Cars, sorry, but can you put me back at my old height?” “?…isn’t the view better?”), but if that person explains how the thing is upsetting he then backs off like “oh okay” (when Jorge is disturbed about the women’s heads thing - “Yeah. But I just feel sorry for them. I can’t watch this.” - Kars just goes “I see.” and makes them disappear). He still has to work on the “taking your private memories without asking” issue tho

– that moment in the backstory where Kars became deeply aware of just how flawed and “not up to own potential” he was which launched him straight into unhealthy perfectionism and desire for control and power as a way of dealing with it? relatable

– and that thing where him becoming much more chill is preceeded by the realization that he can’t ever - and that he doesn’t have to - become an infinitely perfect being without weaknesses, and that he’d still have worth and meaning even when he’s not performing to some ridiculous self-imposed standards?? GREAT, and I love to see lines like this one coming from him: “Cars smiled. “I have no desire to be the leadingman.””

– he talks about how traumatic events and your emotional reactions to them (“feeling like you’re dying”) can damage your soul. Since he claims to have experience determining soul damage, and the only souls he worked with before belonged to 36 other Karses, we can assume he’s talking about himself as well. (and it’s kinda obvious that having everyone you love die in

– ^^^also worth noting that even if Kars knew a lot about brains biology-wise, he missed out on practically all of modern psychology after 1939, so of course the way he relates to trauma and mental illness would be different, and more informed by what he learned having spent most of his life around ancient civilizations in the Americas - the concept of soul loss. And it’s not like the book doesn’t wink towards it in other places (English Jorge dissociating during torture is described as him having learned how to remove his soul from his body)

– Light Dancer Kars speaks about how he wanted to commit suicide, then in the same paragraph says that he and our Kars feel “the same sadness”, which, wow. Earlier there are scenes where you can interpret Kars’s behaviour as passively suicidal; he doesn’t seek death, but if something (burning upon reentry while saving the humans, fighting Dio) did kill him, he wouldn’t mind that much

– this one is very subjective because you can interpret these moments as just him being very lost in thought / focusing on healing (Jorge sure does), but: when faced with intense emotional stress - like hearing Light Dancer Kars’s existential speech, or almost getting killed because he chose to shield the humans from harm - Kars has a tendency to go non- or barely verbal, motionless, unresponsive to outside stimuli (including people trying to get his attention by calling his name) and staring at one thing / into space, ignoring even a zombie attack or that they’re pressed on time in alternate!Morioh. When I first read it I assumed he just dissociated really hard (ptsd-related?), or was in a shutdown

– if you pay attention to what traits Kars seems to be holding in high regards - either through saying that X is a good thing about humanity, or bemoaning that humanity doesn’t have X (that he ofc does) - they’re stuff like creativity, perseverance, attention to details, pattern-based thinking, the desire to “figure stuff out”, and good memory. AKA traits often (though not always) increased in autistic people

- at one point he says: ”In the end, you’re just another human. You see a mystery and think, ‘How odd!’ and put in on a shelf somewhere.” I’m sorry but even in context it sounds like “apparently people can see an interesting thing without instantly getting fixated and wanting to know and understand everything about it right there and then, what the fuck”

– he tends to be either very invested in what’s going on or bored, no inbetween, and avoiding that boredom is a high priority (”And it seems I’ve run out of time to eat you all… But I wasn’t bored.”)

um yeah that’s all I can think of rn

#aleph-ozone #finally got around to finishing this!#jorge tag #hcs meta and stuff #jorge joestar

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treehug · 7 years ago

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feel free to do and not do this as you like!

tagged by @minty-starry-nights Thank you so much for tagging me!! I’m super honored ;-;

Answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

the last … 1. drink: Nestle orange flavored water 2. phone call: online friendo! 3. text message: my brother 4. song you listened to: Oral Cigarettes- “Starget” 5. time you cried: i cut onions an hour ago 6. dated someone twice: back 5 years ago 7. kissed someone and regretted it: I dont do kisses i dont want to catch cavities 8. been cheated on: 3 years ago 9. lost someone special: right now. though I like to think I haven’t lost them completely for my sake. 10. been depressed: depression is my nature lmao 11. gotten drunk and thrown up:5 months ago

favorite colors 12. to wear - fancy and funk strange colors that clash 13. black 14. white with character prints

in the last year have you… 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: nope still in love with the same person 17. laughed until you cried: yes. vietnamese practice calls on sleepover calls. 18. found out someone was talking about you: im famous and everyone loves me so ofc 19. met someone who changed you: Yes. in love with them. 20. found out who your friends are: I only become friends with people who are my friends 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: physically or online kiss?

general 22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life:like all of them except like 3 23. do you have any pets: I am the pet. Wait can I have serp @kimishitaatsushi 24. do you want to change your name: yes call me Mr. Perfect and Rohan is my middle name 25. what did you do for your last birthday: i dont remember. My birthday is coming up on the 7th tho!! 26. what time did you wake up: so early 11:30am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: BREEDING BUNNIES CUZ OF @wabutan 28. name something you can’t wait for: my best friend to come back 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: a month ago 31. what are you listening to right now: CHILLEdren- Kagamine Ren 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: my friends dad 33. something that is getting on your nerves: i am everything on my nerves 34. most visited website: google cuz idk anything 35. hair colour: platinum blonde like Edda 36. long or short hair: short 37. do you have a crush on someone: always have it on the same person 38. what do you like about yourself: im perfect 39. piercings: 1 callus ring, two lobes on each, industrial through the conch on the other ear (its new!) 40. blood type: edible and salty 41. nickname: Edda, KK, Shames, Gin ,doggo, pupper, pup, Serp’s cult follower, Moheji, Domozenigatadesu, Nigguhdelic, Jackintosh, 42. relationship status: dating myself <3 43. zodiac: cancer cuz im cancer 44. pronouns: he/him 45. favourite tv show: anime 46. tattoos:no inkd 47. right or left handed: ambidextrous 48. surgery: no but i went to the ER for constipation 49. piercing: ah yes i have 34 nipple piercings and a tassled nose ring on my dick 50. sport: I-roll-alot-in-bed 51. vacation: no money and school ;-; 52. pair of trainers: whats trainers

more general 53. eating: my soul 54. drinking: this nasty nestle orange water 55. i’m about to: bust a nutt (no im gonna draw Magi otp) 56. waiting for: my love to come back from the war 57. want: money and movie calls 58. get married: I’d like to keep my own real estate and not split something in a divorce so no. 59. career: optometrist 60. hugs or kisses: i want hed pets but hugs are okay 61. lips or eyes: what....are you going to do with them 62. shorter or taller: are we talking about dogs. I like tall dogs. 63. older or younger: i dont want younger dogs cuz they’re more hyper and harder to care for right. 64. nice arms or nice stomach: nice stomach 65. hook up or relationship: if you pay me for either or both ill take the offer 66. troublemaker or hesitant: im a hesitant troublemaker 67. kissed a stranger: yes we paid this killer whale to kiss me when I was still innocent and 8 yrs old 68. drank hard liquor: i only drink hardcore bourbon stuff. no lighties 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: no cuz i keep my glasses safe by not using the 70. turned someone down: for what 71. sex on the first date: i dont want to have sex (for free) 72. broken someone’s heart: I don’t know....wish not 73. had your heart broken: once and forever 74. been arrested: not yet 75. cried when someone died: yeah. 76. fallen for a friend: yeah

do you believe in … 77. yourself: HELL YES IM PERF OKAY LISTEN YALL 78. miracles: you mean me? 79. love at first sight: yes anime characters 80. santa claus: yes. someone give me presents imagoodboi 81. kiss on the first date: gulps. if you’re hot. and I’m not ugly. 82. angels: no only Poet from popn. OR ME. AM I AN ANGLE

other 83. current best friend’s name: EVEryone knoWs sO I dONT GOTTA SAY IT 84. eye colour: non existent eyes 85. favourite movie: YOUR NAME IS (KIMI NO NAWA) and SILENT VOICE (KOE NO KATACHI)

I tag (those who have been tagged above) @wabutan, @kimishitaatsushi, @vampirevocalistyuli, @leaderoftheblack-earedbunnies, @superchaomusou, @transmzd, @ookami-prince

#let me know if you guys dont want this kind of thing (as usual)#tagged by someone!!!!!!#I CANT BELIEVE I GOT TAGGED I THOUGHT IT WAS A MISTAKE AT FIRST #SO HAPPY

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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• JENIFER “JEN” MARLOWE •

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22 (24) (25 in 2021) years of age

From London, England

Her family has French origins

Tends to visit once a year mainly with her family

For her 18th bday, her parents also sent her to Paris with her bf that she’s been dating since she was 14

they broke up since he wanted to stay in Paris to pursue his dreams and she felt like she needed to be back home...which she felt Paris was not

Extremely close to her parents, some may say a little TOO close...

See, I feel like jen comes from a family that spoils her where her parents did everything and took care of everything for her. She had the privilege and didn’t have to work too hard to get things she wanted so that made her a little bit different than a few of her friends, hell—even her bf

Didn’t have to work until she reached her twenties

She also didn’t have too many friends because her parents felt like her cousins and/or her sibs were really only allowed to hold that title

However her parents had some sort of a soft spot for her when they allowed her to date her bf at 14 since he came from a nice background...

And to have at least 1-2 best friends...

I can’t decide if I see her having 3 other sibs with her being the second eldest, or her being the eldest with a younger sister? I can also see her being a only child too? Idk y’all can decide

Because her family is a tight knit one, she values everything they say and do...which is canon/evident

She got her thigh tattoo in Paris and even thought about asking her parents permission but her bf talked her out of it

she later showed them that night while he was in the shower. Her mother openly disapproved saying it was, “unladylike or unclean” while her father was more lenient towards it

Her mother even scheduled her for laser appointments but this was one of the things jen was sure of, she loved her tattoo and she didn’t want to erase it from her body which led to her mother not speaking to her for about a month—even tho they live in the same household

I feel like she looks more like her dad with her mom’s hair and smile

Got into fashion due to her maternal grandmother who seemed to live a extravagant life as a old time actress, she always had and owned the finest of things

Jen loved having sleepovers there, it felt like she had her own personal Liz Taylor inside of her nan...but better!

Definitely found inspiration through Liz Taylor, Kate Moss, Victoria Beckham, and Naomi Campbell

she had no clue what she wanted to do in life (she never had to think too hard about it until now, it’s true what they say about your twenties) and she made the choice not to continue thru with uni & I’m not going to make her out to be the stereotypical “dumb blonde” I think she did well in school—so she kinda just chilled after it was all over

Her first job at 20 was probably working in retail where she learned all about the bs you put up with but she loved clothes! That never changed

So she decided 6 months into her job that she was going to make a fashion blog

she made one separate from her tumblr but kept it under construction since she needed to brain storm what exactly this blog would entail

It didn’t take too long to her to figure it out by how she wanted the blog to look then discussing pieces from celebs/models then slowly discussing her own wardrobe + advice

She didn’t immediately gain success for it —altho she did have a good 1k people follow her thru her tumblr where she also provided the link to her separate blog... but she worked/works hard at it, hoping one day it’ll get her somewhere and that maybe she can get paid for it too?

Retail fucking sucks and people are horrible twats so when she was approaching 21 she deff quit with her parents still hammering...more so her dad on what she needs to do with her life but she found happiness in her blog and no one was going to take that away from her —not even her parents

‘What’s the use of working if it doesn’t make you happy?’ She thinks but again! she has the privilege of living under her parents roof and not having to pay bills so she didn’t have to worry too much rn she knows they’d never kick her out right?

she has two bunnies named “bugsy” and “Lola”—u know the reference right?

I feel like she values the flinstones & jetsons because it was something her dad loved watching as a kid and still does , probably has the dvds showcased in her room that she watches when she feels sad

Seems like a smiley person but when she’s sad? It kinda sucks to see cause she turns into a whole different person and she always seems happy with a smile so wide that turns her eyes squinty

If she disagrees with something, she’s 100% giving her opinion whether you like it or not? Wrong is wrong. But when the shoe is on the other foot? She hates being wrong LOL or doesn’t view herself being wrong. Doesn’t take accountability well...at all!

She’s also showed her ass by being a gossiper and fake as hell with Allegra about mc with the whole, “let’s pretend like we’re there for her” if you’re not fucking with somebody just say that or SHOW it sis cause that snakey shit will come back to bite you in the ass (I forgot about this lol as I’m replaying)

she’s all “mega resting bitch face” until she breaks out into a large smile

Libra sun? + Virgo moon? + Gemini rising?

I feel like she only knows what she wants when it comes to relationships but not with the rest of life?

Lol she was very determined with levi in the beginning, explored shit with jake, (I can’t remember if that was after you/mc showed a interest in him or not in that route? I’m doing a talia/Rohan route rn But that’s kinda foul if she’s smiling in ur face and then boom goes and does what she wants but hey that’s the game right? Fck that tho) and then stood by Tim after only some time?

She wasn’t feeling him in the beginning either cause he thought she was too posh for him and snakey which he’s right to some degree but she’s also right if she finds him too immature for her liking

To you jim? Ten? Stans— Idk what their ship name is but it probably wouldn’t have worked out in the long run either because I don’t see both of them wanting to change themselves completely to satisfy the other. (Tim tried) Sure if you’re showing unhealthy behaviors and are open to diminishing that for yourself then trying to work on your relationship then that’s great! But they already started from the jump not liking each other’s personalities/characteristics....

And hey! Ofc I know people grow to like things they might have disliked about you in the beginning but you can also find yourself not fully accepting it in a relationship and that doesn’t mean you didn’t try

+ it’s been hinted at that they’re not endgame & if you love yourself some Tim not platonically then this works in ur favor. if not? Then you can keep them endgame by all means! For me? That endgame shit is a no! For those that don’t gaf about either of them that’s fine too lmao

YES I feel like they were both hurt over the breakup and it probably happened right around the holidays or either a couple of months after Christmas/New Years 2019

Jen is probably the type to keep checking up on her ex, not necessarily talking to them but finding out who they’re with now

and if it’s Tim with mc she’s definitely gossiping about the shit with erikah and Allegra or making shady tweets or posts on IG for sure

“5 outfits to wear when you run into your ex” type posts on her blog looool

She hopes if she runs into Tim, she’s looking her best and she would 80% go up to him & mc/his new girl if not mc and be all huggy with him and holding conversation before she even thinks to acknowledge mc/new girl and when she does it’s a shady convo with fake smiles

Absolutely loves watching housewives so she was prepared for that moment if it ever does come

Her parents openly didn’t like Tim which made him feel like shit since it seemed like jen never defended him in front of them but again, she values her parents opinion and always wants their stamp of approval that’s just the way the girl is/ was brought up

She owes them everything but deep down knows that in her relationship with Tim she could have been a little more understanding of his needs like he was with her love for her parents...but she’ll never admit that

Doesn’t get over breakups as easily as it may seem like her exes do in her opinion.

It sure didn’t take long with Tim to date mc/new girl months after they broke up! Which was like a slap in the face

The ex bf she spent time w in Paris who looks like Matthew Noszka is now engaged, lives in AMERICA—& of all places??? California to be exact, and just released his debut album!! She knows which songs are probably about her, it’s a nice album she screamed about it for hours into her pillow and cried for what felt like weeks

Lost her voice over that breakdown too

Her mother even went as far as sending a nasty letter to this ex bf’s new address...since ya know? jen’s dad is a private investigator & all!!! but dad had no knowledge of this being done

She’s still fond of Levi and jake but not like in love with them? Like she thought/felt she was with Tim but she still considers them her mates

Maybe in 2021 she’ll be open to dating again and hopes erikah and Allegra will be her wingwomen when the time comes BUT she’s focusing on her blog rn and it’s the best it’s ever been!

She had the show to thank for that now that she has a manager and is getting paid for running her blog now! That’s right this girl is officially employed!

“At least one good thing came from the show ;) 🧽🥐🥂” type of tweets

There’s never not a moment where she’s not connecting her posts whether thru ig or Twitter to her blog: astoldbyjenmarlowe.co.uk!!!

Both erikah and Allegra talk a little shit about that together...WHEN they DO talk, the pair only really socialize when jen initiates it but if one pisses the other off?? they’re going to gossip about it with the other forsure

She doesn’t look that tall to me? Taller than erikah? 5’2-5’5 the 5 is pushing it for me? Maybe? lol I’m still deciding between her and Allegra far as height and I’m too lazy to go back and see what I put for her

Hates straightening her hair, that pin straight look is not cute to her. She loves having waves and body to her hair

Get her eyebrows micro bladed since she doesn’t have much hair up there to begin with

Adores French cuisine, always has since she was a little girl. Bisque used to be her fav back then and all that she would eat

Loves spring season especially pastel colors when it comes to her wardrobe

The type to say one thing and do the complete opposite

I feel like she probably has a little bit of lisp and it’s not really noticeable until she says some words, she’s insecure about it and thought it had something to do with the structure of her teeth and begged her parents to get them fixed but it literally had nothing to do with them

Yet she still got colorful braces in middle school even tho her teeth were pretty straight. She didn’t have to wear them for a whole year, thank goodness

Went to speech therapy to help

Has stacks of fashion magazines even from the early 90s all over her room: her night stand, her vanity, her closet, underneath her bed etc...

Adores the Hadid sisters, Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, & Georgia May Jagger

Makes the best white chocolate chip (that’s right, white not just regular chocolate) banana bread but cooking/baking? Isn’t really her thing

Early riser

Loves yellow: yellow phone case, yellow laptop, yellow room, yellow tulips, yellow shades, etc...

Getting Prada shades was probably one of the best things that happened to her, s/o to her nan for granting her this wish

Words of affirmation is her love lanaguage, this girl is a talker and a bit of a thinker too I mean duh? She runs a blog

Likes bright colors on her toes but nude and clear polish on her hands?

Loves a good mascara but she also loves magnetic lashes but is trying her best to grow her lashes out rn! Thanks to erikah for sending her some good ol’ coconut oil!

Smokey eyes? Set her up

Gets a belly ring, and two more tatts one in between her boobs and the last on her ankle & that one she shed a tear over!

Maybe she’ll start changing her physical attributes more so than the way she carries her life at first? (Or ever) She’ll cut her hair below her collarbone to the top of her chest, and maybe she’ll try a light light LIGHT brunette (she loves being a natural blonde) with blonde highlights? Who knows

loves espadrilles and wedge sandals

Loves going wine tasting and visiting vineyards, if she’s vacationing? You can bet ur ass she’s looking for a vineyard to visit

Deff a lightweight

Here’s her unpopular opinions on s2: Thought Felix was a wannabe Tim and hates the fact that he follows her, thought graham was unattractive and said so to Allegra who snickered, thought marisol’s clothing choices were rather boring,

didn’t feel 100% bad for Hannah but disagrees with the way Gary and noah spoke about her + the way Gary tried to slide back over to Hannah on her comeback episode

but doesn’t feel like Lottie is wrong for choosing Gary after Hannah left

isn’t a fan of priya but is glad she’s doing fashion since jen strongly believes in if something isn’t making u happy then u need to let it go

Thinks Hope should have won and cannot tolerate Bobby. Feels he’s WORSE than Felix,

would be open to dating Ibrahim or Carl from that szn

has spoken to Harry from s3 due to his drunkenness and actually made a friend out of him? But low key wants to get to know seb? Take that info as u will 👀

Her anthem: Michelle — SUNRISE

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