#idk either draw more or sleep more(on my bed)

[thegenderfluidace]

Imma give my body problems at the age of now with the way I exist

Fell asleep drawing at my desk and now my entire being h u r t s T^T

[caffeinatedopossum]

Starting to wonder if I have bipolar but then I would literally have almost every mental illness. Like fr I'm not kidding you, I'm a collector and I never chose this

[cherry-shipping]

ouwaaaaaaaaaaahhh sans undertale My heart beats for that guy

[adams-angels]

reader and sick adam idk yay

This is perfect because both me and my partner are sick atm and unfortunately for him I'm a total baby when I'm sick. I wrote this one slightly differently?

Also it's a bit short, sorry.. 🧡

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Poor baby

Big baby

Like the biggest baby when he's sick. I'm not kidding.

The slight tickle of a cough and he's at home in bed snuggled up.

Will text lute he's dying again

Won't do anything for himself. Not like he ever did anyway. But now he's extra bad.

"sex will is the best medicine" queue coughing fit.

Extra needy

EXTRA NEEEY

Extra need means extra cuddly too

Also grosser than usual

Will show you his snotty tissue telling you how gross it is while you try not to throw up

Will want to be touching you constantly

If he's not in a position to be cuddling into your chest he will want to hold your hand

Even though he's ill he'll still talk nonstop

Will talk himself to sleep

Loves being babied but will never admit it

"Poor, baby. Poooooor, baby Adam." You coo'ed with a smile, bringing the man some soup. "Shut up..." Adam groans pulling the duvet over his head. You were both sick. In fact, you were sick before him but no, his is much worse. 'Man flu' and all that.

"Oh, don't be like that my love." You pulled the duvet off his face. It was really the only times you'd see him without a mask on. You brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead, he whimpered at your touch. "Poor boy." He scowled, "man. Poor man." Correcting you. "First man." Muttering to himself. You can't help but chuckle.

"Come on. I brought you soup." You place the bowl on his night table. He looks over to the bowl and whines. "Feed meeee." "Seriously, Adam?" "I'm not weeellll..." "I'm not well either you know? You know what you did when I was ill? Got me to suck you off." "But it's meant to heeelllpppp." You stare at him unamused. "Please, y/n?" He knew you'd say yes if he said your name. He'd always call you "babe", "sweet tits", "Adam's Apple" so he'd say your name when he really wanted something. You roll you're eyes. Not really at him. More at yourself for giving in so easily.

You pick the bowl back up and sigh, "fine. Sit up." He did as he told, but if course with small whimpers and whines because in his words "his body is extra sensitive right now." You stirr the soup before bringing the spoon to his mouth. "You're such a baby." You smile softly at him.

Once he's fed his sighs in satisfaction. You blow your nose because, again, you also have this cold. "baaaabe.." you looks over at him in the bed, tucked in, looking all cozy. "Where are you going? Come to bed." You can help but smile and crawl into bed next to him. It takes seconds before Adams arms are wrapped around you, pulling himself into your chest. His wing covering your body as he purred in comfort. "You know, Lute says that you need to take better care of me." "Oh? Really? Because Lute told me that I baby you." He removed his face from your chest, "what?!" His voice cracking. "You- I - she did not!" He burrows himself back into your chest, wrapping his arms around you, tightly holding you in place. You could hear a very muffled "shut up."

You run your fingers through his hair with a smile.

"Poor, baby."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[verysium]

how bllk boys would react when u draw them, could either be rlly good or rlly SHIT u choose idk (plz include barou and the itoshi bros) 😊😊😊 i love you and ur works, and the way u write the boys and ur content makes me laugh fr, one of my fave bllk authors mwjahaja 😓 have a great day, ily:3 and the icks post made me smile like all of ur posts do!

thank you so much anon ♡ this ask had me contemplating very seriously, so apologies if it's a bit late:

sae is definitely awestruck in some way, even if he doesn't immediately show it. i think i talked about this in a previous headcanon, but he has a deep-seated admiration for artists who can grasp abstract concepts because he himself cannot. he would be somewhat flattered if you drew him since he's never considered his own appearance to be particularly inspiring. would be appalled if you considered him your muse. like....why? to him, his looks aren't anything of importance (clearly he is blind.) would probably say your drawing was inaccurate but then hang it up by his nightstand so he can look at it every night before he goes to sleep. if you're a full-time artist, he probably keeps a little stash of your gifts in a small box beneath his bed. sometimes if he's having a bad day or he lost a game, he goes back and flips through them just to make himself feel better. secretly loves the way you draw his bangs and the little swoop you do in your signature.

kaiser corrects every single detail in your drawing. stands behind you and gives you little pointers here and there. he should have an 8-pack, not a 6-pack. his jawline isn't sharp enough in your initial sketch. poses shirtless in front of you so that way you can encapsulate the full extent of his sexiness. shows off your drawing to every living creature in existence. "isn't he handsome?" like...🙄 yeah, michael we know. he's probably the hardest to draw because of his tattoo, so i think he genuinely appreciates it when you put in the effort to capture his intricacies. will never admit this but he's low-key proud of you and your talent (mostly just your ability to make him look good.)

rin is one of those people who doesn't understand hyperrealism. like why does he need a highly detailed sketch of his face when he can just take a photo and print it out? i don't think he understands art in general. probably despises modern art too. he'd take one look at a rothko painting and be like....i could draw this too...in my sleep. similar to sae, i feel like he's just numb to the sentimentality of gift-giving. doesn't understand why you would waste your time drawing a little picture of him, but it does make his heart feel strangely fuzzier, so maybe he'll keep it this one time. lo and behold, months later he now has a collection of your drawings he doesn't have the heart to throw away. refuses to let isagi or anyone see them because they're meant for his eyes only.

yukimiya has impeccable taste. in fact, he's probably an artist himself. i think it'd be cute if you both drew little sketches of each other throughout the course of your relationship. but neither of you ever knew until you gifted him your sketchbook for christmas, and he was like....guess what...i drew you too. thinks you're pretty even when you don't think so. sometimes when you're having a coffee shop date, he scribbles a portrait of you on his napkin because the sunlight hit your cheek just right in that moment, and the birds were chirping, and he fell in love all over again. i think it's also tragic that he's slowly losing his eyesight, so he won't be able to enjoy your drawings and the vibrant colors you infuse into them. that's why he treasures them even more. probably thumbs over the pages from time to time. memorizes every stroke and line.

isagi likes the way you always draw that little tuft of hair that sticks up on the top of his head. it looks like a cute little bean sprout. he pins your drawings up above his bed next to a polaroid of you two in germany. buys you a professional art set for your birthday. if you're a digital artist, he buys you a new tablet and stylus.

bachira adds his own doodles next to yours except he makes a chibi version of everything. always pesters you to include his little fangs. uses the boldest combination of colors. he would definitely be a messy artist. paint everywhere. fingernails perpetually stained a different color. you both draw during class, so when you two trade notebooks to actually study......there aren't any actual notes.

barou acts like he doesn't know what to do with your drawing of him but then the next day you visit his house, and he's already put your artwork in a fancy picture frame. refuses to let anyone else even stand within a ten meter radius next to it because he doesn't want their "nasty fingerprints" all over your beautiful masterpiece.

[rorywritesjunk]

I won't treat you like you're oh so typical

Buggy wakes you up to help him with his makeup and he sometimes get grabby.

Rating: Soft R? Idk. Some swearing, and uh, innuendos. No sex. I plan to write sex at some point but I just wanted to keep this kind of fluffy for now.

Warnings: Insecure!Buggy because that's my anime husband right there, needing assurance while his lady does his makeup. Some swearing. Buggy is kind of a brat in this.

A/N: Inspired by the image of that woman sitting on top of another doing her makeup. The title comes from "Closer" by Tegan & Sara. Part Two is here!

“You have got to stop moving, Buggy.” You warned as you held the eyeliner pencil near his eye. “Do you want to be known as Captain Buggy the One-Eyed Clown? Because that’s what’s going to happen if your hand grabs my ass again.”

“But baaaabe!” He whined underneath you. You sat up and crossed your arms as you looked down at him. Currently you had him laying underneath you on your shared bed while you straddled him to do his makeup. Barely twenty minutes ago he woke you up from a deep sleep, demanding you help him with your makeup. You were still in your damn pajamas as you sat on top of your silly boyfriend.

“Buggy.” You sighed. “I can’t get this done if you keep groping me.”

“I can’t help it!” Buggy pouted. “Why are you trying to seduce me while doing my makeup? I can’t control myself when you’re dressed like this!”

You rolled your eyes. This being your pajamas. Light green boxer shorts with bananas printed on them and a shirt you cut the sleeves off of. Of course he’d find that sexy. You held the pencil up threateningly. 

“Let me continue or this is going to take all day.” You told him as you leaned back down. He sighed and settled back down on the bed. While you managed to keep his arms pinned to his sides with your knees, his hands still could wander. You cursed his Devil Fruit powers when it came to situations like this. Sure, they were great for getting things off tall shelves or scratching your back when he was busy, but times like this you cursed it.

“Oh, what big plans do you have?” He asked as you worked the pencil around his eyes carefully. You didn’t respond at first, being careful not to jab him in the eye either on purpose or on accident. You sat up just enough to make sure the job was done well before you sat back up to grab the next bit of makeup. “Does it involve getting naked at any point with your fearsome Captain boyfriend?”

You gave him an unamused look as you grabbed a different pencil, the one you used to draw the skull on his forehead. “I was planning on going back to sleep because my silly Captain boyfriend woke me up to do his makeup and won’t stop trying to feel me up.”

He grinned cheekily at that as one of his hands did grab your ass, giving a sharp pinch to your left cheek. You yelped and reached back to swat at his hand before looking back at him. “Come on!”

“Stop seducing me then!” He whined. “Why do you have to be on top of me every time anyway?”

“Because… of the lighting, Buggy.” You told him as you lied through your teeth. This wasn’t the first time you’ve done his makeup like this. In the past you tried while he sat at his vanity, but found it hard to get the right lighting. Not to mention there was a mirror there and he could see everything you did. He made it a point to give a running commentary about what you were doing wrong and it drove you crazy. You finally gave up and had him lay down on the bed where you could see his face better and have better angles for his makeup. “And the shadows on your face throw me off when you sit down. If I do it this way, I can see your beautiful face more clearly..”

He fell silent as you called his face beautiful, and you noticed his cheeks were a little red. You smiled and kissed him on the forehead before you finished drawing the skull and crossbones. You looked down at him and grinned. So far the makeup wasn’t looking half bad. The last bit was applying the red lipstick. This was actually your favorite part because it was the easiest, and honestly, his lips were so soft to touch that every time you did apply his lipstick, you couldn’t help but kiss him afterwards. 

You grabbed his chin gently to keep his head still as you dabbed it over his lips carefully, making sure to apply it thick. He looked up at you as you did, taking notice how focused you were and how you even stuck your tongue out in concentration. It was… it was cute. He liked seeing you like that. He managed not to pout when you let go of his chin, but when he felt your thumbs on his lips, no doubt to smear the excess lipstick around his mouth, he couldn’t help but kiss at the pads of your thumbs. 

You smiled and cupped his head in your hands gently as you leaned down to kiss him. Fresh makeup on Buggy was always a glorious sight to see, because you knew in a few hours it would start to fade, smear, and look unkempt. You had the honor of seeing him first each day.

After a moment, you nipped at his bottom lip gently before you pulled back from the kiss. You reached up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking surprised to see so much red lipstick on it. You must have overdone this time. When you looked back at Buggy, however, you saw the look in his eyes and began to have regrets.

“Buggy…” 

He wasted no time pushing you on your back and rolling on top of you, forcing your legs apart as he grinned down at you. He reached up to touch your lips, dragging his thumb over them slowly, and when he pulled his hand back you could see there was still lipstick on you. You rarely wore makeup, not really enjoying it on yourself as much as you enjoyed seeing it on Buggy. He stared at your lips for a moment longer before he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, working his way to your jawline and to your ear, humming in appreciation as he saw the red marks he was leaving. 

He pressed a kiss to your earlobe before whispering, “You really think I’m beautiful, or are you just saying that so I fuck you?”

Honestly, it caught you off guard. He was beautiful. Fuck, his eyes, hair, nose, everything about him was beautiful. His personality, at times, drove you crazy, and he knew that, but you also knew he still had insecurity about his looks and being a pirate and, well, everything. He was just insecure. You reached up and put your hands on his cheeks, smushing them forward and making his lips pucker; he was resembling a goofy fish at that moment.

“The most beautiful person I’ve ever known, Buggy.” You assured him as you pulled him down for a kiss, holding on for just a moment before pulling back and pressing your lips to his nose. You could feel him tense up, and you were proud of him for not pulling away. After letting go of his face, your hands removed his bandana and your fingers began combing through his hair. “Fearsome and flashy, Captain Buggy.” 

“That so?” He grinned, the moment seeming to pass now. “Tell me more then.”

“I’d love to.” You replied. “If you get off me and let me finish your damn makeup.”

[pomegranatepip]

Golden Hour

rafayel × gn! reader

content: mostly fluff, idk how to tag suggestive content yet so I'll just say heavily suggestive elements, lmk if i missed anything

author's note: i suck at coming up with titles for things 💀 this is my first time writing for love and deepspace. i hope you enjoy!

word count: 838

AO3 link

Rafayel wakes up to the sound of his phone buzzing insistently. He groans as he reaches over, not bothering to see who called as he shuts it off. He turns over to his side, hoping he can still catch a few winks when he is met with the sight of you next to him, still fast asleep.

He almost never wakes up before you. His sleeping schedule is atrocious as it is, and has become even more so with that exhibit coming up. Be as it may, any thoughts of further sleep flee his mind as he takes you in.

You’re curled in on yourself, as if determined not to take up extra space on his bed- which would have been a nice gesture if you weren’t also hogging most of the blanket. He smiles to himself as he tries to fit under it with you, already thinking about how he’d tease you about it later. You shift in your sleep as he draws closer and unfurl yourself enough to throw an arm over him, revelling in the warmth his body provided.

If only you could see the warmth he held in his gaze.

The quiet domesticity of waking up next to you felt surreal. In all his lifetimes of finding you, knowing you, loving you, Rafayel had never allowed himself the luxury of imagining a future with you. Well, maybe at first. But fate had a cruel way of getting in between you two and driving you apart. Over the centuries, he had learned not to want for more than what he was given, knowing it could be snatched away at any moment.

But now, as he watches you scoot closer to him, still asleep, his heart swells with an emotion he can’t quite place. Is it hope? Contentment? He wasn’t sure. You were the wordsmith between the two of you, after all. But for the first time in a long, long while, he feels safe enough to want more. More moments like this, more time, more of you. All of you.

All he can think about is how beautiful you look right now, your skin glowing golden in the morning light streaming in through the windows. Your breath is warm against his neck where your face is nuzzled. Your own neck is littered with the marks he had left there last night, all the more visible now that it’s morning. As he traces his handiwork, he recalls the way your hands had roamed reverently over his body, the way you had kissed him, the way his name had fallen from your lips as he coaxed pleasure out of your body over and over-

He leans down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. Then another. And another. His lips trail up to your neck, then your jaw, and finally to your cheek where he places one last chaste kiss.

“That tickles.”

He pulls back to see you looking up at him, your eyelids still weighed down by sleep. “Good morning to you too. Slept well I suppose?” he asks.

“Like a rock. How’d you figure?” you reply through a yawn.

“Well, you’re practically cocooned in my blanket while you’ve left me to freeze outside of it. Also? This is a king size bed. Look at all the space behind you. Why am I hanging off the edge?” He pouts as he gestures to himself.

You look around you, then give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that,” you mutter as you scoot back and hold the blanket open for him. “Join me now? I’m even giving my spot to you. It’s nice and warm.” You say the last part in a slightly sing-song voice, trying to persuade him to get in.

Not that he needed any persuasion, but he wants to mess with you a little more. “That’s it? That’s all I get for fighting the elements all night just to make sure my girlfriend is warm and toasty?”

“Well, what else do you want?”

Rafayel grins as he moves to hover on top of you, his arms on either side of your head. The way your breath hitches at his sudden proximity, the way your gaze moves instinctively to his lips- he drinks it all in. “I could think of a few ways. If you’re feeling up to it.” He poses it as a question, only wanting it if you do.

You pull him down so your faces are a hair’s breadth apart, your lips ghosting over his. He shudders.

“Well,” you whisper, smiling playfully, “I don’t have anywhere to be today. Do you?”

He trails a hand down your side, watching the way you respond, how you go pliant under his touch. He wishes he could suspend this moment in time. His godhood paled in comparison to the privilege of being able to worship you.

“No. I’m all yours for today.”

And for the rest of eternity, he adds unspoken, but you hear it and smile as he captures your lips with his.

[juelzsstuff]

Telling armin about your crush (spoiler it's him)

!sfw! idk how to write i didn't pass english class dont come at me.

you two were best friends since childhood and you've always had a crush on him even a little more than a crush and the two of you never spared any details when it came to your lives. you often hungout with jean, connie and sasha and mostly went on missions with their group. you two were talking around a camp fire to catch up after everyone had gone off to sleep, too deep in conversation to head to bed.

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"imagine if the captain saw us up still, he'd probably make us dig each others grave" you say laughing quietly. "yeah i know but hey at least we wouldn't be dying along as a titan snack" he smiled back at the thought of you two being buried next to each other with matching headstones. A memory sparks in your mind, "omg i forgot to tell you", you turn toward him ready to spill your latest gossip, something you two did regularly. "i went out to go do my cleaning in the mess hall and i saw the hottest man i have ever seen in my entire life and okay so my first thought was holy shit, my second was the realization that i looked like i just crawled out of a pile of horse shit and i was already staring at him and yk what this man did" you pause covering your face in embarrassment. armin has a huge smile on his face waiting to hear how badly you fumbled, "what did he do?" you slide your hands off your face and turn toward him putting a hand on his leg to brace yourself from what you are about to admit "he came up to me because i'm staring still and said 'are you okay, did you come from the infirmary?' and i just made a weird noise that was supposed to be words and walked off". armin starts laughing trying to hold back, "you need serious help, there's no coming back from that y/n", you respond half laughing half fake crying "I KNOW". the laughter dies down and armin speaks up "so what did he look like?" you try to think of what he looked like and draw a blank, only remember some key points, "he had like brown hair and was sort of tall definitely shorter than you.....i guess now that i think about it, i really didn't see his face so he was probably average looking. not really my type". armin chuckles and he asks, "so what is your type then".

you think for a moment, a pang of anxiety runs through you. you've always pushed down your feelings for him and just enjoyed your friendship but tonight you might as well get a little bold. you think for a moment and look up at the starry sky, "i like smart guys yk? like the ones who aren't just a feral idiot ready to pick a fight or so full of themselves that it's annoying and weird". "blondes are okay too, my favorite actually" you say while stealing a glance at him, he's looking down at the ground and not really paying attention. so you keep talking "i've had a crush on this one guy but either he's oblivious or he's not interested so i've given up and so ive gone for the opposite type". armin looks at you intrigued, "a crush? like a serious one or like i barley saw his face and i made a weird noise one?" he says holding back a smile, his perfect teeth flashing for only a second. you nudge his shoulder and roll your eyes, "like a serious one". "can i guess who it is?", a nervous zap runs through your body and all your confidence is running out the window. armin seems to notice and is now even more excited and confident in his conclusion. he speaks with pure certainty, "it's reiner isn't it?"

your face drops and all the anxiety you had before has become straight disappointment, the only thought in your mind: omg he's an idiot. how is the smartest man in the scouts really this oblivious, you might as well have said your crushes name started with a ar and ended with a min. well maybe he knew what you were trying to say and he's giving you an out. it's too late now, time to commit or dig that grave you two were talking about earlier. you sigh and look at him in his sky blue eyes, "do you seriously not know? i'm talking about you armin" he sits there eyes wide and a blush on his cheeks, "w-what? me?" "yes who else, seriously? don't say you actually thought i was into reiner" you say sheepishly. armins heart is beating fast, he never thought you would think of him that way in a million years and all of a sudden his dreams have come true. all the years he spent listening to you talk about boys and his attempt to shove down his feelings for you and try to fall for another girl no longer mattered. all the times he got excited when you came to talk to him and no one else, every time you accidentally brushed his hand and it went straight to his soul. it now means something more than before but now his brain has basically stopped working and he might as well be dreaming. you talk again as you watch his brain short circuit "i love you armin and i always have, more than just a friend". he doesn't look at you and looks up at the camp fire with a smile and says, " i love you more than you know y/k, everything about you is so perfect. i always told myself anything you need i would be there first before anyone or.... any other guy could be. i would listen to you talk about the guys you see or liked and i would make a note in my brain of how maybe i could do the same so you'd talk about me and get that same look in your eyes". he chuckles, "one time i even tried to style my hair differently and i unbuttoned a few buttons on my uniform but the captain saw it before you could. that was the day i had to run laps till i collapsed". he smiles and hesitates before looking at you, soaking in your features in the moonlight contrasting with the dim coals of the bonfire. he speaks softly and tucks a strand of hair behind or ear, "you're so beautiful, i thought it was too good to be true". you blush and lean closer to him, the two of you like magnets. you stop inches away from his face, feeling his breath hitch and you look up at him and see his eyes closed. he's nervous, how cute, you wonder if he's ever kissed a girl before but that's better to ask after. you close the distance and his body relaxed and you melt into it with him, his hands reach up and hold your face so lightly. you've always wondered what it would be like, what he would be like and it's even better than you imagined.

[chweverni]

HOW I THINK _ bonedo 'n their love languages ! (pt.2)

pairing; ot6!bonedo x fem!reader synopsis; how would your adorable boyfriend(s) express their love for you? word count; 614 author's note; pt.2 is here!! wooo what are yall's thoughts on a taesan fic involving love potions? i got the idea a while back but idk if the commitment is there lmfaoo

read pt.1 here !

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KIM DONG HYUN - physical touch/gift giving & receiving !

ESFJs are.. interesting. when they're in love, every little thing their partners do, affect the way they judge their relationship. here, leehan would definitely be the one who's into physical affection a lot. for him, a day without your hugs and kisses, or cuddles right after waking up, is enough for him to jump into conclusions that maybe your day was bad, or that you had a nightmare. he'd do everything, in his favors to make your day better. leaving you in bed, with a forehead kiss, and going out of his way to bring you breakfast in bed is something i definitely think he'll do a lot! the type to be totally into pda because he desperately needs people to know that he has the most prettiest, cutest, sexiest, smartest and loving girlfriend on this entire planet!

think of gifts such as flowers, hand-made cards, CDs or cassettes, rings, things he made in art classes such as little pots, drawings, tickets to concerts or amusement parks, because he loves to spoil his babe a lot and would swim across oceans just to get you the things you like. and this would totally go both ways, too. you would exchange gifts whenever there's a special day you both would like to cherish together.

he'll probably get you hot water bags, chocolates, snacks and warm blankets when you're on your period and would check up on you frequently to make sure you're doing fine. he would give back rubs whenever you're having cramps, while you sleep helplessly on your bed.

"i made you this during pottery classes.. see the flowers here? they're real! i glazed them afterwards.", he'll say proudly, with his adorable eye smile.

you'd kiss him immediately right there and then, which he would return in a heartbeat.

KIM WOONHAK - quality time/physical affection !

another ENFP, who has an unhealthy obsession of being with and around you 24/7 because he just loves you a lot, he can't help it okay? for him, one second without you feels like eternity. you two spend every second together, being literally attached at the hip. the type to send you messages like, "i wish you lived next to me, so that whenever i wake up, i could just stick some notes in my window, wishing you good morning, hoping you'd see them.", knowing that you'd have to literally run out of your house to reach school on time if that happened. he's the one who yaps a lot in the relationship, while all you can do is either listen with full interest, or feed into his interests by asking him more. and if you do both, he'll probably be planning a future with you, far away from the main lands, because he wants you to himself.

the type to give you surprise hugs whenever you're fully focused on something, like reading a book, to see you flinch. he'll probably be into the concept of cheek touching, as a form of greeting you. be prepared for random kisses on your cheek, nose, forehead, lips, hands and knuckles through out the day, because poor baby just cannot get enough! think of teddy bear hugs, and him resting his chin on your shoulder.

he's totally the type to fall asleep in the bus/train ride home after school, leaning to your body or shoulder, while one of your earbuds is still playing faint music, to help him sleep.

"can you come over, baby? pretty please? i promise this is the last time i'm asking you this! i miss you.", even though it probably will continue to happen every single day.

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that's it! i hope i did them justice as usual <3

thanks for checking in on my blog, love you, bye!

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr !

[lace-coffin]

Hello 🤗 I was wondering what kinda rules do you think Asa would have set for one of his pets? I imagine he'd be really particular about them giving him respect and being submissive, but do you think he has a concrete set of written rules or more of a general guideline of what he expects. Idk of that made sense lol.

What rules does Asa have for his pet/SO? (NSFW)

Asa Emory x gn!Reader

Trigger warning for power/bdsm dynamics and general Asa Emory things.

Requests are open!

This is a super fun ask omg! I love love love talking abt what kind of dom Asa is so I’m so happy with this request!

Honourifics- honourifics are always to be used when addressing or replying to asa. Sir, master are used regularly. If you really want to rile him up then daddy or Mister work prefect, the perversity of it doing something animalistic to him. Calling Asa God or “my God” will draw out his more sadistic egotistical side, tell him how you’re only committed to him, your life is in his hands and you’re nothing but the ground beneath him. Lave over his heavy leather boots in worship.

Collars and marking- collars are worn daily, taken off at night so you can sleep comfortably and not risk choking (he wants to be the one doing the choking ; ) ) if you’re uncomfortable with a full collar then a daytime collar can be worn, usually a chain of some sort with your name tag and return information on it. “Cricket, property of The Collection, if lost return to Asa Emory”

Respect- disrespect will not be tolerated, talking back or lashing out will end in punishment, it depends how severe the offence was. Ignoring him or muttering a rude comment under your breath might earn you a single slap to the ass to correct you in the moment. Having a smart mouth the whole day will have worse consequences and may require a scene to be planned and negotiated prior.

Scenes - your BDSM relationship with Asa is a 24/7 dynamic, this means all the planning and communication comes with it. You use the traffic light system, green for good/continue, yellow for slow down or take a break and red for stop. Asa would never do anything you don’t want or consent to, he may be strict and domineering but your safety is key to him. If your mouth is restrained or you’re not feeling up to speaking in sub space then there are non-verbal safe words in place for you to use.

Clothing and inspections - all clothing is to be approved by asa before you get ready for the day, you can either pick out an outfit on your own and have it approved or let your master choose one and lay it out on the bed ready for you. He’s more than happy to aid you in getting dressed, loving the sense of dependancy you show him.

Bodily inspections are done once a week, Asa prides himself on keeping you in the best physical health he can, this doesn’t end at just an ordinary checkup however. Slipping on his latex gloves (unless ur allergic!) and prying your holes open, delving his fingers into you as your squirm against them under the guise of checking you’re healthy. Filthily commentating the entire time. “Look at that pretty pink hole, stretched open all for me”

Scheduled meals and bedtimes - Asa likes routine and can get antsy when running behind (totally not me projecting my autism onto him) this transfers over to your routine too. Lunch and dinner (and dessert < 3) are served at the same time every day, asa expects you to be ready and waiting at the table. A strike will be added to your chart if your late. Three strikes and a punishment will be given. Sir will decided where you dine everyday, if you’ll be joining him at the table or eating on the floor from a personalised bowl. Breakfast isn’t at a set time, he knows the amount of sleep you get/need will fluctuate so he’s happy to let you sleep in until you feel ready to get up.

Bedtime is usually also at a set time, around 1 am, he knows you’re not a child and won’t make you sleep early but still wants you in bed at a reasonable time, usually ushering you into bed at 12 and giving you an hour to read or to watch videos. Usually you either share a bed with asa or sleep in your kennel/cage, sometimes in a combination of the two you sleep at the foot of the bed.

Language- Asa discourages the use of swearing but he won’t punish you for it, he might give you a stern look but that’s the extent of it.

Chastity - your sir has a dainty key hanging on a chain around his neck at all times, your body is his as is your sexual pleasure and your genitals. Chastity devices are worn until he decides it’s time to play, attempts at touching will result in punishment, he does however like the desperate look on your face as you rut against the fabric of the sofa like a pathetic mutt in heat. He won’t let you know that though. Sometimes he’ll bring you to the edge of orgasm, panting and whining as your body shakes, only to remove his hand/cock or toy and slide the device back on. The pitiful cries and “it’s not fair”s from you after are even more beautiful than seeing you cum in his mind. Don’t lash out or act out after otherwise the time spent without release will be extended just to spite you.

Relating back to food and drink Asa expects you to drink a minimum of 500ml of water or juice a day, he knows 1-2 litres is unrealistic and doesn’t want you needing to pee constantly. He’s happy as long as your hydrated, if you have particularly bad days with fatigue or depression he’ll help you drink by bringing the straw to your mouth as he holds you. Medication needs to be taken at the correct time, both your alarm clock and Asa’s watch has an alarm set on it so you don’t miss it.

Whilst Asa can be sadistic most of his rules are for your wellbeing along side your obedience, only wanting the best for you whilst you’re under his control.

I hope u like this!! Was literally so fun to write! I love this chunky bug man and ungodly amount <3

[elronds-meleth-nin]

Randir

I actually started writing this before Season 2 came out, but something like half of it was inspired after Season 2 began. Idk. Brain said 'smooch the Uruk' so here we are. 🤷‍♀️ I might write a follow-up with the actual smut, but for now, I hope you all enjoy this!

Randir = Wanderer (Sindarin)

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Adar (RoP) x Reader

[A/N: This has innuendo and implied smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Caring for an injury, hurt/comfort (physical), mentions of blood, mentions of injuries but nothing too graphic, attraction at first side, Uruk/Human relationship, Uruk/Human romance, Uruk/Human sex (eventually), interspecies sex, kissing, Adar in a bath (yes it's a warning because holy hell that thought is so sexy), slightly dom!Adar, she falls for him hard, he loves her like a moth loves a flame, soft!Adar, angst with a happy ending, implied smut, implied interspecies sex, implied Uruk/Human sex, nudity, literal sleeping together.

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He came out of the woods limping and obviously injured just as I was removing one of my shifts from the clothesline. Looking bedraggled, with matted hair and a cloak that appeared mere moments from unraveling, the Ellon with scars on his face stumbled into my yard and collapsed amongst the wildflowers.

Dropping my laundry without a thought, I gathered my skirt and ran over to him. He was barely conscious when I dropped to my knees.

"Can you understand me?" I asked as I fumbled with the breastplate of his heavily worn armor.

"Yes...my lady," he breathed. The gentle rasp of his voice was surprisingly pleasant, but I couldn't focus on that. I had to find where he was bleeding. Nearly his whole side was soaked in it.

"I'm not going to harm you. Can you tell me where you're hurt?" His hand met my arm, touching me gently, drawing my gaze to the point of contact between us then up to his eyes. Valar, they were a beautiful shade of green!

"My...left side...and my right thigh," he answered, but instead of letting his hand fall away, he reached farther up, touching my cheek.

"You'll be alright," I murmured, wanting to comfort him. He looked up at me as if I was a light shining in the hopelessness of the dark, somehow looking peaceful even as his eyelids fluttered dangerously toward unconsciousness.

"Yes...I'm certain that I will...with you...t-to care for me," he managed between labored breaths as a small smile stretched his lips. "Thank you...my lady."

His hand fell away as he passed out, and a sense of renewed urgency rushed through me as I worked to staunch his wounds. His blood was incredibly dark - nearly black - but I could find no evidence of poison. How curious!

No matter the color of his blood, he'd already lost so much of it. I had to tend to his injuries. With a bit of elbow grease, I managed to get him into the house and onto my bed. As my language was coarser during that process than would be considered ladylike, I was rather grateful that my patient wasn't awake to hear it. Once he was free of his armor and blood-soaked clothing, I cleaned his wounds and bandaged them more securely.

For long hours, he did not wake. The slash across his side had not been terribly deep, but it did bleed more heavily than I would've preferred. Embedded in his leg was the broken-off tip of an arrow. Removing that had been the most difficult and nerve-wracking part.

That night as I snuffed all but a few candles and settled in to keep vigil over my injured guest, I took a moment to observe his face. His wounds had already partially healed - the wonders of Elven physiology, I assumed - and the salve I'd applied beneath his bandages would help them heal the rest of the way without scarring.

But his face...he was gorgeous. Clearly, he'd been the subject of either torture or a terrible accident. Scars of all sorts covered his body, reaching all the way up to his face. The poor man. I had no idea what he'd been through, but he deserved a measure of gentleness. Earlier, after binding his wounds, I'd gently cleaned the grime from his skin to the best of my ability and dressed him in a clean set of clothes. I was glad I did.

He was beautiful.

His chest rose and fell at a steady rate, suggesting sleep rather than a complication from his injuries. His pulse was, by then, hale and hearty, so without too much worry, I settled in at his bedside to keep watch over him.

Eventually, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled me quietly to sleep.

--

"Am I dead?" The quiet rasp of his voice drew me out of my half-doze. Lifting my head from the edge of the bed against the protests of my stiff neck, I found those green eyes open again and fixed upon me. His gaze seemed clearer.

"No, sir, you're not." My voice came out a bit rougher than I anticipated from sleep. "You're in my home and quite alive."

The slow, gentle flex of muscle in my grasp made me glance down, and I realized with a sleepy blink that I was holding his hand. When had I gotten the courage to do that? Had I done it in my sleep? His long, obviously strong fingers squeezed mine so gently that when I looked back up at him, I couldn't fight the little grin that tugged at my mouth.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as my thumb absently skimmed over the backs of his knuckles. He drew in a deep breath and winced at the tail end of it.

"Not perhaps my best, but much better than before," he murmured. "May I ask the name of my savior?"

I answered, and he repeated the word slowly, allowing the syllables to roll around in his mouth as if savoring their taste. My own name had never sounded so good.

"And you? What do you prefer to be called?" I asked as I lifted the hem of his borrowed shirt and checked the dressing on his side. The light, white fabric was thankfully loose enough around his torso that I was able to do so without disturbing his wound.

"My real name has been lost to time. To most I am known simply as Adar," he answered, and it hit me then how old he might be. He was an Ellon, of course. It was entirely possible that he was hundreds of years old.

"Adar." Repeating his name as carefully as he had mine, I was treated to another charming little smile from my patient. "Well, Adar, you appear to be healing quickly, though, from what I've heard about your people, that's not uncommon. You should be able to get up and move around come the morning."

The dark-haired Ellon shook his head.

"The credit lies with you. Had you not found me, I could well be dead. I owe you my life." As he spoke, he still made no effort to remove his hand from my grasp.

I was not disappointed by the prolonged contact.

Struggling to distract him from how obviously I must be blushing from his gratitude, I addressed some concerns that I would've had myself if I'd been in his position.

"Just so you know, I had to undress you to treat your injuries, and as your clothes were soiled rather completely, I've dressed you in a clean shirt and pants. Your own clothes have been washed and are drying on the line," I said gesturing vaguely toward the window. "The rest of your possessions are on the table just to your side, and I did clean your armor. Although, I didn't want to risk using the wrong polish, since I couldn't tell what sort of materia–"

Silencing me by pressing a few of his fingertips against my lips, Adar breathed my name. I looked at him wide-eyed.

"You have no need to explain yourself. You could have allowed me to die, but instead you chose to help me. I have seen many types of people since the birth of the world, and you are not the sort who would rob me while I was lying vulnerable in your home," he said as his fingers slid down my chin, then descended the column of my throat to the dip between my collarbones.

I barely suppressed a shiver at his tone - whether pleasure or unease, I couldn't tell. Then, his eyes dropped to my lips, and I settled firmly on pleasure.

"Since the birth of the world?" I asked quietly, and he nodded his head. "But...that would make you thousands of years old...?"

"Does that surprise you?"

My eyebrows shot upwards.

"A mortal woman caring for a being who has lived through entire ages? Certainly not. It happens every fortnight." The playful sarcasm slipped out before I could stop it, but instead of being offended by my casual impertinence, my patient let out a rough huff of laughter.

"As vain as it sounds, it pleases me that you are. Perhaps I don't appear as ancient and broken as I feel," Adar said as his fingers squeezed mine lightly.

"Had I not known, I would've assumed that you were no more than a century old," I teased, and he grinned up at me.

"Ah, now you are deep within the realm of falsehoods, my lady. Do not sully your integrity attempting to placate a relic's ego," he muttered, but beneath his teasing words, a lingering sort of sadness filled his eyes. "I am not worth any dimming of your own light."

Without thought, I reached up and brushed a few strands of hair behind his pretty, pointed ear.

"I speak only the truth. Now, let me get you some water, and then you will require more rest."

"I dare not argue with my healer's wishes," he murmured as I got to my feet. Just before I turned away, I saw him clench his newly-released hand a couple of times. Assuming I'd held it long enough for the muscles to stiffen up, I made a mental note not to do so again.

As he faded in and out of sleep, I went about my day, tackling minor chores and tasks, checking on Adar every so often to see if he needed anything. Eventually, after I fetched his clothing from the line, I found him lying awake in bed late in the evening, watching me as I puttered around.

"How are you feeling, Adar?" I asked taking a seat beside him, and when he looked over at me, he seemed much more alert than before.

"I feel almost whole, my lady, thanks to your tender care," he answered, and as I carefully lifted his shirt to check his newest dressing, he continued. "May I ask something...of a rather personal nature?"

Giving him the go-ahead, I looked up just in time to see him eyeing me with a contemplative expression.

"You appear to live alone, yet this shirt seems to have been made for a man. Is...your husband away? In my current state, I do not think I could defend myself against an irate spouse."

I couldn't help but giggle.

"I have no partner, Adar. These clothes are my brother's. He left a few sets here for those rare occasions when he deigns to visit," I explained, and a look of surprise crossed his features. "He despises carrying more travel bags than is absolutely necessary, so having a small stash of spare clothes here suits him."

Was he relieved by my answer, or was that my imagination at work in the dim candlelight?

"My apologies for prying," he murmured, but I just shook my head.

"You may ask me anything you wish without guilt," I assured, laying a hand gently atop his chest. His eyes flicked between my hand and my face as if he was warring with himself over something. "What is it?"

Still, the Elf hesitated before speaking up.

"Have you a stream nearby or perhaps a lake? Any body of water will do, really. I feel as though I am covered in half a countryside's worth of dirt," Adar said with a sheepish smile. "I do not wish to dirty your brother's clothes more than necessary."

"Clothing can be washed. As for yourself, well," I began getting to my feet, "I think we can do much better than a cold stream, don't you?"

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With the practiced ease of someone who'd done this alone hundreds of times, I heated water for my patient's almost-bath. I could not fill the tub completely for fear of reopening his wounds, but I was able to put in just enough that we'd be able to help him slough the dirt off of his skin. His bleeding had stopped the night before shortly after I'd bandaged him, so I didn't see any harm in him soaking for a short while, as long as I could keep an eye on his injuries.

I would, of course, have to help him, otherwise we would run the risk of his injuries opening themselves once more, but it could be done. My patient certainly wasn't too proud too accept help when he needed it. I bore much of his weight as I helped him over to the partially-filled tub.

Together, we made quick work of the task, but I couldn't keep from my mind thoughts of what terrible things he must've been through to accrue such an array of injuries. As I carefully scrubbed the parts of his back which he could not reach, I went a bit slower than was necessary, taking the time simply to observe him.

Each raised ridge and callused swirl spoke of cruelty beyond comprehension. Who could've done something like that to one of the Elves? They were among the strongest people in all of Middle Earth. Certainly no dwarf or man was capable of this. A wizard perhaps? Or something else with abilities beyond those of mortals?

"I sense a question brewing," Adar rasped, and though he could not see my face from that angle, I feared he would feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. "You should know that the courtesy which you extended to me earlier is mutual. You may ask me anything you wish."

Biting my lip as I wrung out the rag and picked up a pitcher of warm, clean water, I let the silence float between us. As the water sluiced soap and dirt from his back, I reminded myself that it was not my place to ask about the scars beneath. If he wished to speak about it he would, but I longed to ask him who'd done this to him so I could do something about it.

"It...is not a question, so much as..." I trailed off as I searched for the right words. "It is impertinent for me to say, and I do hope you'll forgive me. If your scars hurt you, I have a salve that'll ease the ache."

Adar turned very carefully and looked at me.

"My dear lady, it is abundantly clear to me that we have very different ideas about what constitutes impertinence," he murmured as his lips quirked into a small smile. "As kind as your offer is, however, these wounds are so ancient that even a salve made by the most famed healers in all of Elvendom could not hope to affect them. I do not wish to waste your resources in such a futile exercise, but you do have my most sincere gratitude for taking the time to consider such a course of action."

I was struck by his tone. It almost sounded as though that was a new experience for him...as if people did not often think of such things in regard to him. Did he not have anyone to care for him or think of such things?

"Is there anything that I can do to make you more comfortable?" I asked, and my Ellon guest gave me an incredulous look.

"You have opened your home to me, treated my wounds, fed me, and clothed me. Truly, I cannot ask anything more of you."

Beginning to massage soap into his scalp, I lowered my voice further.

"You can ask anything of me that you wish." That was an admission I ought not make, but I could not restrain it.

Within moments, I had helped my guest rinse his hair and dry off, and I'd only stolen one glance - alright, maybe two - at his rather gorgeous physique. Scarred, he might be, but Adar was still lean, muscular, and utterly beautiful. No wonder Elves were rumored to enchant mortals across the ages. Even after as much untold pain as this Ellon had experienced, he was still kind and attractive, with a voice that made my heart race.

Late into the night we spoke, he reclining in bed, and I seated beside him in the chair I'd dragged over the night before. We talked of everything and nothing. For his part, Adar looked healthier than I'd yet seen him, and at his final bandage change before bed, I was pleased to note that his injuries were well on their way to being healed.

Adar was kind enough to indulge me when I asked about his own life, recounting a few tales from several millennia ago. Just imagining him joyful and untroubled, reclining in the noonday sun brought a smile to my lips. He was handsome as I'd seen him, but my mind's eye conjured him in more traditional Elven clothing - sumptuous silks that clung to his figure and fluttered in the wind - and my cheeks heated.

My thoughts must've been written more clearly on my features than I'd anticipated, because Adar skimmed the backs of his knuckles down my cheek.

"You would have fitted that time to perfection. All was gentleness and light, and the world was awash in beauty," he murmured as his expression flitted to one of nostalgia and a hint of longing. "I hope you'll pardon me if this is too forward, but when you came to my aid, I believed I was beyond help, but I realized that I could make peace with my end if your face was the last I ever saw. Your beauty reminded me of all I had seen in those early years of the world...you took my fear and replaced it with contentment. None before you have been able to do that."

Unable to find anything even remotely adequate to say in response to such a sweet sentiment, I grasped his free hand and blinked back the tears his words had inspired.

"You are much too generous with your praise, sir," I stammered, and Adar shook his head.

"I do not know why you insist upon minimizing your virtues, but I wish it to be known that I am speaking the truth." His fingers squeezed mine carefully. "You complimented me before. It seems only fair that I be allowed to do the same, especially since neither of us were telling falsehoods."

To that, there was no rebuttal. Eventually, we fell back into a rhythm of give and take. Before I knew it, Adar's eyes had fluttered shut, and so had mine.

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As the morning's first light streamed in, I blinked slowly awake and found myself entranced. Adar stood at the foot of the bed inspecting his injuries, his borrowed shirt laid neatly atop the quilt behind him. His torso, riddled with scars and signs of past injuries, seemed even more lovely in the light of day, and the Ellon did not seem weakened by his experiences. Surely, I had no reason to be ashamed of looking?

I must have made some sort of small sound, or perhaps my breathing changed enough to draw his attention, for within a moment, I found him smiling over at me and stopping my breath in my throat.

"You have a great deal of medicinal skill, my lady. I doubt these will leave a scar," Adar praised as he took a few slow steps toward me. Lifting one of my hands in his grasp, he guided my fingertips to press gently against the raised, reddish line that used to be the injury upon his side. Elves truly did heal more quickly than any mortal could. "One less scar is a welcome change, as you can undoubtedly see."

His hand didn't release mine, nor did his gaze stray from my face. My tongue seemed to have deserted me along with my good sense. I couldn't stop staring at him. Eventually, he grasped my chin and lifted it, forcing me to look into his clear, green eyes.

"I believed that I had imagined it last night...your desire. I thought it a residual component of my delirium or a symptom of my exhaustion," Adar breathed in that beautiful, raspy voice of his. Had I truly been that obvious? "After all, why should you crave the darkness when you are so obviously a creature of the light?"

"You are not as dark as you might believe," I muttered, and he smirked as his fingers slid from my chin to my jaw, grasping me a bit tighter. Leaning down so that his lips brushed the shell of my ear, he lowered his voice to a whisper.

"If you could hear my thoughts and see my desires, dear lady, you would not say such a thing." If that was meant to be a warning, my mind did not take it as such.

"Mine are no more innocent," I admitted, against my better judgment. There was something irresistible about the Ellon towering above me. He stepped closer, tilting my head up with his hold on my jaw, and when his lips met mine, I surrendered myself to him. Perhaps I was a fool to do so, after all, we'd only known each other for a matter of days.

And yet...there was something about him that just...fit. In my home, in my life, and in my heart - in every way possible, Adar filled a void of which I had not even aware. His heart, scarred and filled with self-loathing as it was, called to mine in a way I'd never experienced before. Being around him was effortless and pleasurable. I'd grown accustomed to hearing his voice and catching his eye as I puttered around my house.

This new intimacy felt right. At least, that is how I justified it to myself when his tongue brushed mine and I moaned into his mouth. A low, hungry sound mirrored my own, but Adar pulled away after a long moment. I couldn't seem to form coherent thoughts in the wake of his passionate demonstration.

"Forgive me," he breathed, but he didn't sound particularly remorseful. Removing his hands with a great show of reluctance, Adar redressed. I ought to have moved closer and kissed him again, but I was simply stunned by the sheer strength of my body's reaction to him. I wanted to throw myself to the ground before him and plead for him to take me. As unladylike as that was, the urge was nearly overwhelming.

I didn't remember getting to my feet, but after a moment, I found myself topping up my horse's food and water in the stable. Her sable hair gleamed in the light as I began to brush her. She'd been my brother's horse, but he'd given her to me when the father of his betrothed helped him acquire a rather beautiful black stallion. So, Míra - for that was her name - had become a rather good friend of mine over the years.

"He kissed me, Míra," I whispered to her as if it was a secret. The only person who could possibly overhear me was my guest, and given that he knew rather intimately what we'd done, I doubted he'd care if I told my horse. He might think me strange, but given the relationship between Elves and nature, I doubted that he would.

For a few quiet minutes, it was just me and Mira, but soon a shadow stretched from the doorway into the stable.

"Míra rocco," Adar said as he walked slowly toward us. I blinked at him in surprise.

"How did you know her name was Míra?" I asked, and he looked at me with a lopsided smile.

"I did not, my lady. I intended no more than to compliment your pretty steed, but it seems her name is one. You see, 'míra' means beautiful in one of the forms of the Elvish language," he explained, and I let out a huff of laughter. No wonder Elrond always seemed so amused by her name!

Adar turned his gaze back to my mare, murmuring her name amongst a string of other Elvish words. Typically, she was shy around strangers, backing off or huffing and stamping until they backed off or I calmed her, but she let Adar caress the side of her head immediately. Apparently, she trusted him just as much as I did, despite the short duration of our acquaintance.

"It would seem my brother chose well, then," I said as I watched Adar lift a handful of her feed from the barrel where I stored it.

"Indeed, he did." After a few more moments of bonding between Míra and her new bosom companion, Adar faced me with what looked like determination flashing in his eyes.

"I apologize for interrupting, but I wish to pay you back for your kindness," he began, and as I opened my mouth to protest, he held up a hand to stop me. "I know that you will likely say that no such thing is necessary, however, I would be a poor patient, indeed, if I did not at least attempt to show y gratitude. Give me something to do. Chores, tasks you would rather avoid, anything at all. If you are worried about my injuries, I assure you, they are sufficiently healed for all but a sword fight."

I thought for a moment, and grabbed a few tools from their place inside.

"There are a few short log rounds that need to be split for the hearth," I began, "but if you feel that would be too hard for right now, I could give you something else to do. I do not want you reopening either of those wounds."

Looking at me with a mixture of mischief and pride, Adar took only the axe from my hand, not my makeshift splitting wedge or hammer.

"I could fell whole trees for you and expend no more effort than you did brushing Míra." I didn't know if I believed that, even if the Elves were stronger than mortals.

"Do not overexert yourself. I would hate to have to drag you into the house unconscious for a second time," I ordered with no real venom behind my words. In truth, I was just happy to have him by my side.

He placed a gentle kiss upon my brow and walked out of the stable. I was so overcome by the tenderness of his gesture that I took a long moment to lean against the wall and savor the feeling before returning to my own long list of chores. Most of the ones I'd put off were inside the stable, so I had no reason to step outside.

By the time everything was finished, I headed inside, thinking that Adar must be resting after having split the wood. After all, he was still regaining his strength. Surely, he was exhausted after such hard work. But, when I walked inside, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Adar?" There was no answer to my call. The sound of my voice carried through the house in the way only an empty space could manage. My gaze fell to the table where a small, purple bundle lay.

It was a bouquet of little, purple flowers tied with simple twine. Sage blossoms, presumably from the stream near my home. When had he gone to the stream? Beside them was a note written on a piece of parchment.

'My lady,' it read, 'I beg your forgiveness for my abrupt departure. I am incredibly grateful for your kind ministrations over the last few days. You wished me to have a more rest, but I fear in must move on. My absence will undoubtedly return some semblance of peace to your life. With all my heart, I wish you every joy this world can bring. Thank you for giving me the blessing of looking upon your light. It will shine all the clearer for the lack of my darkness. You will be safer for it, and the acknowledgment of that fact appeases my own aching heart, somewhat. Forgive me, my sweet lady. Your kisses will ever fill my dreams. Sincerely yours, Adar.'

I dropped into one of the chairs beside the table as loss clawed at me from the inside out. He'd left. He'd...actually left. Beyond the letter, he had not even said 'goodbye.'

Hoping against hope, I looked around my home, both inside and out, but instead of Adar, I found enough chopped wood to fill the box near the door, the rotten beam in my fence replaced with a sound one, and the clothes I'd lent him hanging on the line to dry after being washed.

He must have worked quickly to do all of that without attracting my notice, and I had not even asked him to repair the fence or wash the clothing.

Darkness, indeed. Would a being of darkness truly take the time to wash a shirt and trousers in a cold stream and hang them to dry? I'd have thought they'd leave them in a crumpled heap on the floor, instead.

With a sniffle, I realized that I was being ridiculous. I'd known he would leave eventually. Nobody would want to be stuck in this lonely, out-of-the-way, little cottage for long. Even I had debated traipsing off to Rivendell and accepting Lord Elrond's invitation to stay for good. But, why would he leave so suddenly? Had I said something that offended him? And what was this darkness to which he kept alluding?

Lord Elrond! Of course! He might be able to answer my question or give me some insight into what was going on. I hoped he would not take offense to my showing up unannounced, but I had no choice. I needed answers.

Mere hours afterward, I had packed a small bag - including the flowers Adar had given me - mounted my horse, and departed for Rivendell.

For the entirety of the two day journey to Rivendell, I rode hard, taking breaks only long enough to avoid either my horse or myself collapsing. By the time I entered the Hidden Valley of Imladris, I must've looked as haggard as I felt.

Lindir strode down the steps into the courtyard just as I managed to pry myself from my saddle and land unsteadily on my feet.

"My lady, welcome to Imladris," he called, but concern colored his voice. "You seem in dire need of respite–"

"Thank you, Lindir, but I am afraid that I cannot rest until I have visited Lord Elrond's library," I stated trying to sound less exhausted than my shaky legs looked. "If you require his permission, I am more than happy to wait. Please convey to him my apologies for arriving unannounced, but it was unavoidable."

"And...what may I tell him is the reason for your visit?"

"Something odd occurred a few days ago," I began. "Normally, I would not trouble him, but this raised several questions...questions which I believe only the records kept here might be able to answer."

Lindir nodded his head despite his skepticism.

"Mellon-nin, you know I would not ask for this over a mere whim," I murmured looking into his eyes, and that was what seemingly convinced him.

"Very well, your horse will be tended to. You may, of course, proceed to the library while I convey this to Lord Elrond."

I waited only long enough to thank Lindir before rushing up the steps. I'd been to Imladris countless times, and on sunny, warm days like this, I knew it would be empty enough for this particular line of research to remain confidential.

Asking the library attendant where I might find information on old Elvish armor designs, I made a beeline for the section she indicated. A set of scrolls marked 'Second Age' caught my eye, and I pulled them down with care. Soon, I had a whole table full of scrolls laid out, and a note in the margin of the oldest I'd pulled made mention of older designs incorporating natural patterns such as rivers and mountains.

...Had Adar been alive since the First Age? He did mention the 'birth of the world,' so...I supposed it was entirely possible that he had. Returning that set of scrolls to their rightful places, I searched the much smaller stack of early First Age scrolls. Many had been rewritten on fresh parchment several dozens of times over, but were in dire need of yet another fresh copy.

The second scroll I unfurled was where I found it: an illustration of several ancient armor styles, including the one with the same pattern that I'd copied down.

Dropping heavily into a seat, I read the notes on that style with shaky hands. Apparently, the pattern itself was conceived during an era called the 'Years of the Trees,' which was seemingly the earliest part of the First Age - Elvish year classifications always made my head spin.

The only problem was that all the descriptions I could find referred to gold, silver, and occasionally white armor. There were no references to dark versions. I supposed Adar's armor could've been discolored across the years, but given how consistent it was, that didn't seem likely.

Swearing under my breath, I opened the other two I'd picked up, but there were no further mentions of that which I sought.

"Mellon-nin?" My friend's voice tore me from my puzzlement, and at the sight of him, regal and serene, standing with a rather confused expression upon his lordly features, I nearly burst into tears. I hadn't meant to disturb him. I'd hoped to find the answers myself.

And if the dread weighing my stomach down like lead was any indication, I wasn't worthy to be trespassing upon his lands. Surely the lack of records about something like this had to be significant. Either this was nothing and I was being dramatic, or it was awful and absolutely meant to be forgotten. After all, it did not do to dwell upon darkness when one could live quite happily within the light.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammered as I got to my feet, and Elrond took a few steps closer, surprise flashing through his warm, gray eyes. "I did not intend to bother you. I would not have come here unless it was truly important."

His hands grasped my shoulders lightly, and the Lord of Rivendell smiled reassuringly at me.

"Peace, I know," he murmured, and I took a shuddering breath. "Now, Lindir said you had questions. Urgent ones, if I were to take a guess."

I nodded my head and tried to compose myself.

"I recently encountered this pattern. I've found records of it, but...I still have...concerns. Have you ever seen it before?" I asked handing him the scrap of parchment on which I'd copied down the engravings adorning Adar's armor. I'd drawn it initially because I liked how the pattern looked, but once I'd given his note more thought, I became curious about its origins. What could have been so dark that he did not wish to endanger me?

Taking it carefully from my hand, my friend nodded his head.

"Yes, this was often placed upon Elven clothing, armor, shields, and the like, but it has not been used in thousands of years," Elrond said looking from the page to me and back again. "I cannot imagine where you would have seen it, but it appears that you have located our records on the subject."

"I found information about the pattern, yes, but...well, I do not believe they are complete. This scroll here mentions gold, silver, and even white versions of armor with this engraving, but what about darker metals?" I asked, and this time his gaze snapped up to meet mine.

"Darker?" Laying the parchment upon the desk nearest us, he gestured for me to have a seat. "We use those three colors to symbolize Ilúvatar's light shining within us - the light of the Valar. For this pattern to appear in dark colors, especially black, it would make a mockery of that most sacred light, the way that Morgoth did when he created the first Orcs using Elves."

My heart nearly skipped a beat. Was that what he was?

"Can you tell me about that?" I nearly whispered, and he agreed.

"In the very beginning of the First Age, Morgoth stole several of the Elves - widely speculated to be of the Avari - and tortured them," he said, and my heart sank in my chest. Was that where he got all those scars? From a wrathful godlike entity? "Twisting and manipulating them, he created in them the first Orcs, the Moriondor - Uruks, they called themselves, though they still appeared very like the Elves. From them, he bred an army with which he intended to conquer Middle Earth."

In horror, I covered my mouth with my hand and felt tears burning the corners of my eyes at the thought of all that Adar had been through, assuming this was what he'd meant.

"Have you seen the armor that you described, mellon-nin?"

Unable to summon my voice, I nodded my head, and Elrond leaned closer, grasping my hands with his. Thankfully, he remained silent, allowing me to speak in my own time.

"It was engraved on a black breastplate that looked pitted and rough, aged beyond anything I'd seen before, but still well-maintained, all things considered." I paused for a moment, wondering how much I should tell him.

"Why the curiosity about armor, mellon? I have never known you to be interested in such things before," he wondered, and I looked up at him with tears gathering in my eyes. I intended to answer his question, truly, I did, but another escaped my tongue instead.

"How did you know?" I asked, and he blinked blankly. "With Celebrian, how did you know that she was the one?"

Elrond's eyebrows shot upward at the rapid shift in topics.

"It was a combination of things, I suppose. I felt at ease around her, conversation was effortless and enjoyable, but most of all, I did not feel as if I needed to hide any part of myself from her," he explained. "Though I am but Half-Elven, she did not treat me any differently than she did anyone else. She accepted me, flaws, differences, and all."

Acceptance. Could it be that simple?

Adar had not judged me for being mortal. He'd been equally surprised when I refused to listen to his self-deprecation, instead offering him genuine compliments. We conversed easily for hours during his short-lived convalescence, and every moment I was in his presence, it felt as though I was wrapped in a comforting hug.

He fit so perfectly into my life that it was frightening. Perhaps, after all that he'd been through, assuming that he was one of the Moriondor as Elrond had mentioned, it had frightened him. After thousands of years of pain and torture and violence, a gentle touch must be surprising. Perhaps, even a little unnerving.

But he'd left. He was gone, so there was very little chance that I would ever know for certain.

Lightly, Elrond grasped my chin, turning my head so that our gazes met.

"Why these questions, mellon-nin? Never before have I seen you so troubled," he murmured. Concern twined in his every word and glittered in his eyes. "Speak to me. Tell me what burden has weighted your soul so that I might help you carry it."

Fear and regret, pride, an odd sense of excitement, and dread rose in my throat, clawing at my tongue as I spoke, fighting with each other as I warred with my own heart.

"I have done something...made a choice which I cannot alter," I admitted in barely a whisper, "but even if I could, I do not believe that I would wish to."

My vision blurred beneath a veil of tears, and my sweet, worried friend pulled me into his arms. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed, even if that was an excuse to hide my face so that I could more readily confess to my actions. Elrond waited patiently, allowing me to choose whether or not to continue.

"I have saved a life," I breathed against the softness of his robe, beginning to relate the tale to the only person whom I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that I could trust. By the time I spoke of the kiss, the note, and the flowers, I wept openly.

"Mellon-nin...oh, my dear friend," he cooed brushing away my tears tenderly and laying kisses upon my brow. "You have nothing about which to feel guilty. You saved an injured person's life without knowing who he was."

"But...but if he truly was one of those taken by Morgoth as you mentioned earlier, should I not feel some sense of...of shame that a being of darkness lives because of me?" I asked between sniffles. "Should I not feel guilt or remorse or fear or sadness? Why do I feel relieved? Why do I feel as glad as I would have if it had been your life in his stead that I had managed to preserve?"

Giving me a patient, affectionate smile, Elrond cupped my tear-stained cheeks and looked into my eyes.

"Saving a life is an act of compassion. What he chooses to do with the time you have gifted him is not your burden to bear. It matters not if his heart knew darkness, for he may yet choose to step into the light. Would you deny him that chance?" Mutely, I shook my head, and Elrond smiled. "None are truly lost until their last breath is spent."

I nodded my head, but something else nagged at me.

"I love him. Darkness or no, I feel for him as you did for Celebrian," I breathed. "Should I not be ashamed even about that?"

His arms gave me a gentle squeeze.

"We cannot control with whom we fall in love. What you can do, however, is listen to what your heart is trying to tell you. Love always has a reason for being, some lesson to teach us, even when it is found in the most unexpected places," Elrond murmured against the top of my head, and I took a deep breath.

"Then, I have realized that too late. His note sounded so...final. I doubt I will see him again," I said trying to pull myself together. "I am sorry, my lord, for troubling you over something so insignificant–"

"Hush," he ordered giving me a stern look. "It was important that you uncover those answers, and I am glad beyond measure to have helped you find them. If nothing else, you have learned that your compassion runs deeper than even I previously thought."

Getting to his feet, Elrond helped me return the scrolls to their rightful places. He knew I'd had a long journey, but despite how exhausted I was, my mind was too active for me to even consider sleep. Instead, my friend led me to his own chambers, poured me a cup of tea, and kept me company until my mind felt clear enough to venture toward the set of chambers that he reserved for my use. Admittedly, however, rest did not come easily.

--

I remained in Rivendell for three days, seeking some sort of peace over what had transpired. Sitting in meditation with Elrond in the mornings and trawling through Elvish poetry in the afternoons left me emotionally primed for an evening walk filled with thoughts too loud for my mind to contain.

Had he seen sights like this? Or, did Morgoth take him before places like Gondolin and Lindon existed? Had he been at peace, even once after he was stolen away? If he really was one of the Moriondor, why was he not with the Uruks now? They massed in Mordor, so...why was he here? Could he not find belonging with either race?

I'd posed some of those questions to my host, and he told me of one of the Moriondor he'd met on the field of battle in the Second Age. Fiercely loyal was he, but eventually, he was tricked and ousted by Sauron. His children, as that Moriondor called the Uruks, had betrayed him and chosen a new master, barely escaping with his life. None knew where he'd gone and most argued that he'd died of his wounds or his grief.

Something in that melancholy ending resonated within me. The sadness in his eyes, the surprise when I'd tried to care for him...was that why? Had been so used to caring for his children that he'd had nobody to care for him?

The day I left, Elrond met me in the stables.

"Mellon-nin, I doubt he would be a threat to you if your mystery lover returned, but if you ever need me, I am here," he said as I buckled my horse's saddle in place. "Truthfully, if he is the Moriondor I encountered, and if, as you say, he harbors even the smallest amount of affection for you, you might be safer than either of us realize."

I made some noncommittal sound, then mounted my horse, but Elrond grasped the pommel before I could depart.

"Do let me know if you marry him. I have always wanted to see you happily lovestruck," he said with a mischievous wink.

"He would need to return for that to even be a possibility, mellon," I muttered, trying very hard to stop my cheeks from heating up. Thanking him for all he'd done, I began my journey home at a much less frantic pace than before.

Once or twice when I stopped along the road to tend my horse, I thought I heard twigs snap in the woods, but I put it down to animals. There were many rabbits and deer in this part of the world. By the time I returned home two days later, I tended to my horse, tore my riding leathers off and practically fell into bed.

--

A small noise awoke me in the night. A second followed it from just outside my door. Grasping blearily for the dagger beneath my pillow, I slipped it from its sheath and slid as soundlessly as I could out of bed. In reality, I'd probably made quite a bit of noise, as I'd been awakened from sleep that I'd desperately needed. I nearly leapt out of my skin when a shout sounded from outside and was abruptly silenced and followed by a dull thud.

Quite suddenly, I was no longer tired.

Raising my dagger, I threw open the door and froze at the sight before me. The Ellon I'd nursed back to heath, who had left a week ago, was crouched not far from my door, covered in blood once more, illuminated by the first pink glow of the sunrise. Only, this time, the blood splattered across his armor, sword, and dotting his face, wasn't his. It belonged to the man lying motionless at his feet through whom he had run his sword. There was another body a few feet away with its head detached.

Fierce, green eyes met mine, and I lowered my arm.

"Adar?" After cleaning his sword on the dead man's shirt, he sheathed it and walked slowly toward the door. Lifting his now empty hands in surrender, he acted as though the sight of him covered in another mans blood would scare me away.

To be fair, it likely should have.

"My apologies for disturbing your rest, my lady," he called, stopping a handful of paces away from me. "These men intended to kill you and steal what valuables they could find."

A cool breeze curled around us, ruffling my nightgown and reminding me sharply of my state of dress.

"Come. Let me help you clean up," I said gesturing inside. He removed his muddy boots at the door before stepping over the threshold. With infinite care, he took a seat at my kitchen table.

As I set a candle before us, my heart pinched at the familiar feeling of him in my space. It still felt right to have him here, but...was he here because he wanted to be or because he felt some sort of obligation?

For long moments we were silent. Adar watched as I shuffled around grabbing a pitcher of water.

"They followed you...on the road," he stated as I fetched a cloth and a bowl. How could he possibly know that?

Unless...

"I presume your knowledge comes from having followed me yourself?"

"Indeed. Tell me, how was your stay in Imladris?" He asked as I filled a small basin with water. I paused mid-pour.

"It was quite helpful," I answered, and a small hum came from my guest.

"You surprise me, my lady," Adar murmured, "I expected you to deny it."

Carrying the cloth and bowl to the table, I looked at him curiously.

"Why should I deny it? Lord Elrond is my friend." I watched as he dipped the clean cloth into the water. "All I wanted was advice."

He let out a rough huff of laughter tinged with bitterness.

"How best to kill the Uruk who'd deceived you, perhaps?" His voice was deadly quiet, his eyes sharp and pain-laced. My heart thumped at the confirmation, but...I still couldn't muster any regret about loving him, even after he'd killed two people in my yard. "He and I have met upon the field of battle. Though it was in another Age, I still remember how many of my children I lost at the hands of Herald Elrond and his illustrious High King. Each of their names is seared into my mind as if it had been only yesterday. I imagine that the extermination techniques he passed to you were efficient and creative...?"

"I inquired about matters of the heart, actually. He's been married before. I haven't."

Adar looked surprised at that, but I held his gaze unwaveringly. My conversation with Elrond had given me a boost of confidence I sorely needed.

Taking the damp cloth carefully from his stunned fingers, I wiped the last of the nearly-dry blood from his cheeks, holding his head steady with my other hand.

"Thank you for saving me," I murmured, but I made the mistake of dropping my gaze to his lips before meeting his eyes again. I hadn't realized how close I was to him. At such close proximity, it was easy to see how his pupils dilated when he glanced at my mouth. Was he remembering the kiss like I was?

Once the last red drop had been removed from his skin, I set the cloth aside and took a chance. Slowly, giving him the chance to refuse me if he preferred, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. I kept it as chaste and brief as I could.

He remained stationary as if frozen in place, looking at me wide-eyed when I finally pulled back. My heart plummeted into my stomach at his expression.

"I apologize," I breathed, "I should not have taken such a libert–"

Adar grasped the back of my head and slanted his lips hungrily over mine. Melting into his grasp, I surrendered as easily to him as I had the first time he kissed me.

"I was a fool to leave you before," he breathed when he finally came up for air. "I will not make the same mistake again."

Like a man starving after a long period of fasting, Adar claimed my mouth once more, his movements both hungry and loving at the same time. My thoughts all faded away as I returned his affection, and my mind became a sieve only capable of focusing upon the points of contact between us. All else fell away.

"Your lips have haunted me," he admitted once we became desperate for breath. He skimmed the pads of his thumbs over the offending skin as gently as a morning breeze. "I was gone mere hours before I could no longer fight the urge to return. Every step, every breath that drew me farther from you made me feel as though I was being ripped apart from the inside out, so I turned back."

We'd likely missed each other by a matter of minutes, but I could not regret my time in Rivendell when it had been so valuable.

"When I found you gone, I berated myself for my cowardice and tracked your path," Adar explained as he leaned close enough that our noses just barely brushed against each other. His hands slid down my shoulders and my back, gathering the loose fabric of my nightgown in his grasp. "Even more foolish was I for suspecting that one as gentle as you would make such a sojourn for nefarious purposes. I owe you more apologies than breath will allow."

Grasping at the clasps of his armor, I smiled up at him and spoke in a much breathier voice than I'd anticipated.

"No matter. I'm quite sure you can make it up to me." His eyes flashed roguishly at my bravery, and as I began to remove his armor, his lips connected with my jaw. Nips and kisses seared a path down my skin as I managed to remove his armor. Adar lifted the hem of my nightgown slowly in his grasp, revealing my figure bit by bit to the fledgling sunrise and flickering candlelight.

Our hands moved faster, then, separating clothing from skin in a flurry of desperate fingers. We were both mostly nude when I found my curiosity spilling from my throat in a rough almost-whisper.

"If you thought I had gone to Rivendell to ask how best to kill you, why did you come back? Why did you save me?" With great self-control, Adar pulled his lips from my pulse where they had lingered and looked into my eyes with a mix of pain and devotion.

"Because...after all the millennia I have endured, if ever there was one person to bring upon me my destruction, though it would have pained me, I would have been honored for it to be you," he confessed, and the tears which had filled my eyes finally dripped down my cheeks. He kissed them away, but his words did not cease. "I would have accepted defeat from nobody else. If you were the one to plunge a knife into my back, I would still have drawn you close enough for mine lips to taste yours just once more before finally embracing my end."

Nearly delirious with desire and the potency of my own love for him, I shook my head.

"I would never hurt you–" I pleaded with him hoping that he would believe me, but his mouth slanted over mine again, swallowing my desperate protestations and stealing the breath from my lungs.

"I know," he whispered when he finally allowed me to regain my breath. Looking into my eyes as he soothed me, a tear dampened his own lashes. "Shh, I know you would not, meleth-nin."

When I threw my arms around him, burying my face against his shoulder, he embraced me without hesitation. With ease, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed, sitting upon its edge whilst I clung to him. Readjusting myself in Adar's lap, I straddled him, settling my damp core against the tent in his trousers. His hands gripped my waist as he looked into my eyes.

By that point, we were beyond words, hands exploring one another as we each drank breath and sounds from the other. My hips gave an involuntary roll, but were stopped by his grip.

"I adore you," he began, "and I would love nothing more than to continue down this path. However, having followed you, I know that you have had very little sleep over the last few days."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he swallowed my words with a kiss. Damn, that was much too effective!

"I swear to you, I will lavish you in pleasure when you wake, but I fear that you could not take me now without dire consequences for your health." That was a damn bold claim, but before I could say so, a yawn betrayed me, and I was forced to recognize that he was right. "Come, let me hold you, and I will make you sing when you wake."

Reluctantly, I let him reposition me so that we could lie down together. Admittedly, that being held like that was so pleasant that I was out in moments, but not without hearing a string of words I didn't recognize. My last thought before I lost the fight with my eyelids was to wonder whether it was Black Speech.

I very much looked forward to waking up.

~*~*~

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[floydstruly]

thinking of a secret relationship with jamil....

Ugh yes >__< here's a couple headcanons idk how to write for jamil so this is experimental but you’re so right!! Also ugh so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!! ;; thank you for talking to me though ily forever! Also stupid tumblr is killing my formatting ummm

cw. none! Not proof read but that’s about it this is just fluff

pairing: jamil viper x gn!readet

Jamil doesn’t particularly like attention, let alone being the spotlight, he’s grown accustomed to being a wallflower–after all, he’s been in Kalim’s shadow his whole life.

His family and friends would also probably pester him about the relationship (especially his sister and Kalim, they will not shut up about it).

Even after his overblot, nothing really changes about him, so he doesn’t see the point in announcing his relationship to the whole world. He’d much rather take things slow and steady with you.

He isn’t too big on PDA either, it’s embarrassing–the farthest he’ll go is holding your hand in the hallway and even that is pushing it.

Just because he is secretive and non vocal about his relationship with you does not mean he doesn’t love you, in fact, he loves you more than anything in the world.

He’s not one for grandiose gestures. He’d rather just spend quality time with you in private or helping you with anything and everything no matter how trivial it may seem–taking care of you when you’re sick, making you a cup of coffee in the morning, etc. He just absolutely loves pampering you.

You frequently sneak into his dorm at night even after he’s scolded you multiple times after Kalim caught you at ungodly times of the night. Sometimes, Kalim invites you to stay over–thinking you are simply, really, really, close friends with Jamil. Friends sneak over to see each other all the time!

He’ll show you his affection in very subtle ways, such as if he’s cooking for the day (which he usually is), he’ll give you a slightly bigger portion than the rest of your dorm, or even Kalim, for that matter. Don’t worry if you can’t finish it either or you don’t like the food he’s made, he’ll pick up after you.

Although, he is very careful about keeping your relationship a secret–it’s bound to come out one day.

It’s uncharacteristically cold in the usually scalding Scarabia, the moonlight frames the dorm, the peaks, edges and sharp angles seem so much softer at night, as if they were extending an invitation to you. And that is an invitation you accept ever so graciously, you sink your head into the pillow, your body resting on the hard, carpeted floor. You can still smell a faint aroma of food from the previous banquet.

Jamil is most likely asleep at this point, you think and the screen of your phone flickers. 2:00 AM. The time reaffirms your thoughts, you’d snuck into the dorm far too late to speak to him, let alone see him off to bed. Oh well, you’ll just stay here until dawn comes–but it’s hard to sleep, you shiver.

Then, you hear a shuffle, sometimes more like a couple mice scurrying across the floor, but as it grows louder and louder, it is unmistakably human footsteps–heavy and dense as they draw closer towards you. This doesn’t worry you, the worst they’ll do is kick you out–but hopefully they would extend their hospitality to you and offer you a spare guest room.

You see a head of black hair whisk by past you, the person pauses and steps back when he sees your head just a little visible over the pillow–his eyebrows furrow.

“Jamil!” You said, loudly, loud enough to make Jamil wince and look around out of panic, he wouldn’t want anybody hearing the two of you at night (although, most of the dorm knows already). Your eyes light up.

“What did I tell you about sneaking in?” He asks in a hushed tone–or more accurately, scolds you, “and in this weather, it’s freezing..”

“Oh, who cares?” You cling onto him. He sighs, a thorn by his side, you were–but he won’t be getting rid of you anytime soon, “you can just warm me up, yeah?”

He rolls his eyes at your remark and starts to walk back to his room, your arm slung over his shoulder when you follow him. No one is here to embarrass him, but he still feels his face getting warmer with every moment he spends with you.

“Just.. don’t pull this stunt again.”

“I won’t.” your lips curl into a cheeky grin, you definitely will do it again.

[vikingknight90]

Listen, I'm sure Gwen and Miles will be cuddlebugs when they're together and things are fine and dandy, but before that, give me that angsty cuddling, you know?

like Spot is defeated and they walk away with various degrees of trauma from it, they've reconciled and yet maybe not quite. The hurt is still there, but at least, everything is explained and they know they love each other, and on this night, they need to be together and comfort each other. They find a bed (could be either Gwen or Miles', probably depends which place will be more... private?) and just. cling to each other.

idk if anyone will argue, but Miles is the little spoon okay? he buries his head in the crook of Gwen's neck, Gwen holds him tightly and they might both be shaking and silently shedding a few tears from the trauma of fighting Spot but also from the pain between themselves and everything that has happened. The closeness and tenderness soothes and comforts them however and Miles eventually falls asleep. Gwen remains awake a little while longer, she watches and caresses Miles' face while he sleeps, she thinks to herself how sorry she still feels for how she hurt him and how she'll never abandon him again, she wants to protect him at all costs etc. (I'm sure Miles already told her at this point he understood why she did what she did and he's forgiven her but Gwen will still think it, it doesn't go away that quickly and she knows his wound is still fresh too despite his words) Eventually Gwen falls asleep herself and they just remain holding each other in their sleep the whole night. When morning comes they feel a little better and converse a little easier with each other and perhaps share a kiss or two, then when it's daylight they finally feel a little awkward about the intimate position they're in and they blush and get up but the ice has been broken, they will still need to talk more and figure everything out but that night of cuddling and comforting each other made them both feel really good and relieved and in love and anyone want to write this or draw fanart please be my guest, lol, meanwhile I shall hope for something even close to this actually happening in Beyond, they better deliver on that angst and emotional pay-off you know? I do hold my trust in the writers though 🙏

[7yorishiroxz]

haii!!! hallo!! I drew the space in my head!!

this is just a place I imagine things that happen online, since it's easier for me to process things if I can visualize it. I translated it cause it's originally written in fairy code. More info about the space under the cut if you're interested at all :3 ++ I just like talking about it

Me and Kage's ( @heartzcannibal ) house is actually further out than that, but the paper wasn't big enough and I was drawing too big.. It's a pretty massive house and I really like it!! I have a ton of labs in there, Kage has to make them by hand. My next one is gonna be under the house and be super huge! ☆ We also have a nice view of a forest surrounding us and a huge lake, it's really pretty. The Room is the place most interactions take place, though it's quite bland in there. There's only 1 window and counters along the wall on the right side, I really like sitting under them it's super cozy I'd imagine. Sepifically in the corner! There's also a fishtank in there that Kage folds into and sleeps in and stuff, he also has a blanket he somehow uses idk it changes how its used, though usually it's draped over the fishtank or wrapped around it. Sometimes, not all the time, there's a bed next to the small table the fishtank is on! The Room is reallyyyy big! And most everything in it is pitch white other than the occassional bed. The Hotel is where people live that don't have a house (yet?), so far as I know Miu ( @/miu-iruma-fr ) and some korekiyo I don't really know live there. I think nehmo ( @/n3hmof1sh ) might live there too but I'm not really sure. Shuichi's ( @/saitective ) house is suuuper blue! It's like that one song about being blue. He has a blue car in his driveway and everything, though I've never been inside his house cause I don't wanna invade his privacy, despite getting permission to be inside of there I don't think I went, either that or I have no memory of the inside of it. Dangankin HQ is from a server I joined, though I left it awhile ago. It's a pretty tall building with a parking lot and a lot of windows. Usually everyone is just being super silly inside, I don't like being in there a lot and back when I used to visit it I would just stare in through one of the windows.. Oryor's house is @/isthattetofrommesmerizer's house! It's really basic and cartoony, like the houses I drew. White walls and red roof with a red mailbox. I've never been inside but my imagination tells me Nehmo is in there a lot, usually by the toaster for some reason. Kaede's House is @/angelicpsychedelic2359's house! It has a yellow roof from what I know, though I've never been there cause of how far away it is from me and Kage's house... She visits us sometimes despite the fact it'd be a really long journey, as we're kinda on opposite ends of the map... I'm pretty sure @/sunloveskel lives with her :3

[mangora]

Taking a break from Scike posting for some Camzoke headcanons erm

•Mike and Zoey have always kinda known they like each other, but with Cameron it took them a while to realize that the feelings they have for him are more than friendly; he’s the same way because he’s never been in a relationship before. He’s always kinda been part of their relationship, like they’ve always treated him like a third partner and vice versa, it’s just that they didn’t understand what they were doing until someone (probably Jo or Scott) eventually broke the news to them by like teasing them or something

•The three of them love infodumping to each other. Cameron’s always just kinda been like that, Zoey and Mike were a little nervous to talk about their interests at first but over time they became comfortable blabbing about their current hyperfixations and such with each other

•Zoey loves making crafts for her boyfriends. Bracelets, drawings and paintings, poems, etc. Mike’s similar in that he likes cooking and baking for them. Cameron’s not much of a gift giver, but he will excitedly show them his favorite bugs and help them with their homework if he can.

•Cameron hasn’t watched a lot of movies so Zoey and Mike show him their favorites constantly— mostly classics and indie films. Mike specifically likes showing them horror movies because he gets to hold their hands or hug them during the scary parts

•Zoey and Mike pierce Cameron’s ears for him and his mom is not happy about it but Cameron really likes them

•Semi-canon I think, but Zoey and Mike pick Cameron up and carry him all the time. He’s very portable

•Cameron’s good at accidentally flirting. Once he refers to them as “beauty, brains, and brawn” and when Mike and Zoey ask which one of them is beauty and which one of them is brawn, Cameron’s like “idk I think you guys have equal claim to both”. He reads them a passage from Twelfth Night and they think about it for days afterwards and Cameron didn’t even mean anything by it, he just thought it was a cool play

•They like cuddling together but actually sharing a bed is a bit of a nightmare tbh because Zoey snores and sprawls out like a starfish, Cameron needs to be wrapped up in a cocoon, and Mike talks and sometimes walks or fights in his sleep; also sometimes one of the other alters fronts when they wake up and it’s so awkward every time

•Zoey makes Cameron a flower crown and he’s allergic to it

•They are each other’s first kiss/es yippee

•Zoey likes drawing on Mike’s arms and hands. Mostly flowers or little animals or eyes or something like that. They look bad but Mike likes them. Cameron won’t let her because he’s worried about ink poisoning

•Mike has reading glasses and Zoey and Cameron think they’re really cute, but he rarely ever wears them

•Zoey gets them both into My Little Pony. She tries to get them into Miraculous Ladybug as well, and they like it on principle but keep getting frustrated by the writing

•They have a minecraft world on peaceful with keep inventory on because they get scared of the mobs and lose their stuff constantly

•Cameron’s the opposite of claustrophobic— open spaces make him nervous. Zoey and Mike try to walk on either side of him and hold his hand and such to make him feel like he’s in more of a closed space

•Zoey and Mike are both easily flustered by compliments, especially Zoey, since she didn’t get many growing up. Which is perfect for Cameron, because he loves telling them how great they are

•Zoey and Cameron both wear Mike’s shirts. Alas Mike cannot wear theirs. He has borrowed some of Zoey’s jewelry before though

•Zoey takes them roller skating and Mike is shockingly good at it. Cameron keeps falling over and they have to get him one of those little skate walkers

•Zoey’s favorite date locations are roller rinks and flower fields (for picnics); Mike’s a big fan of going to the movies, he also likes concerts but Cameron doesn’t do well with live music; Cameron loves museum dates and aquariums. All three of them like scenic walks and star-gazing

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silly Aiden headcanons because I have no impulse

i probably already done these before in other headcanon posts I made but ermm I’ll do it again 😹

small TW for scars at the end 🗣🗣

AIDEN :

Aiden has the most unhinged playlist ever like oh my giggly goodness we got metal we got rock we got classic we got indie we got pop we got vocaloid Idfk whatever you can think of ( same 😹 )

totally had an immense phase of just everything . Creepy pasta , animation , FNAF , idk any other phases from 2016 help

Probably dated like once or twice , but they weren’t serious at ALL and mostly online . He just said yes because he wanted to be nice since he never really had friends ofc , so why hurt someone you barley know if it means getting a friend ? ( I’m gonna explode 😭 )

I’m not sure when this was actually invented , but he’d probably try and convince everyone to make battery acid candy drinks . ( they all say no 😔 )

Sorta sad headcanon they if no matter how hard to tries to solve a difficult puzzle , and he fails , he just starts silently bawling his eyes out . Cause you know he’s really good at them right ? He can solve them pretty quickly ? So if he’s like absolutely pressured by a bunch of people watching expecting him to win ( or like his friends cause yk they believe in him !!!! ) and he can’t solve the puzzle he’ll be like “ why can’t I solve this why is this hard why am I failing “ or something and then start crying ig ( Yeouchers angst 😿 )

Bro is the heaviest napper ever you can stack things on him for HOURS but the moment he actually sleeps most things can wake him ( if he’s not comfortable at least . He’ll sleep pretty well at sleepovers )

I can’t figure out an art style for him but I updated it so ignore that last drawing it’s grody anyway he sometimes draws people but prefers just random splotches of color . He has extremely stylized art but yk , it’s just ‘ weird ’ according to some people since it’s really . . graphic . Not in a BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD way but very mixed ( if you get what I mean )

Hugs everything when he sleeps you can’t tell me otherwise like you seen his old bed ?? He had NOTHIN so absolutely is he gonna cuddle everything near him

Hates competing . ( idk if he did it before but we’ll see ) like he doesn’t like doing puzzle competitions anymore that much , he just got bored of it and was really kinda forced to do it when he was younger . BUT if it’s in a game against his friends , he’ll probably do it just to help them out cause they always get stuck if Logan can’t figure it out either .

Does that thing with music where If it absolutely hits he just starts spazzing out and dances to it

that one thing where he walks around in a circle talking to himself if he’s really deep in thought ( he could go on for hours so someone has to pull him out to drink water at least )

TONS of posters in his room

Him and Taylor binge shows together , often ask the others to join when they aren’t busy . They totally watch anime ( Tyler calls it childish then gets really invested in uhhhh let’s say full metal alchemist and sport animes like haikyuu or something I can’t think of any he’d like . But I’m gonna make them all watch Ghost stories because it’s funny )

Aidlyn cuddling is mostly done at Aidens house cause his parents rarely go up to check on him ( 😅💥 ) and also he had a ton of blankets for Ashlyn to wrap herself in . He got her a heavy weighted blanket for her birthday one time so when that’s not around she just uses Aiden as a blanket if she’s feeling affectionate ( he’s warm in the winter time and pretty light believe it or not )

Has a medium spice tolerance , eats more then what he can handle like a stinky loser

doesn’t like anyone pointing out his growing hair roots so just don’t talk about it much 😅😅

steals chopsticks from restaurants cause who needs to buy any ??? They’re free if you don’t get caught / hj

sometimes just locks himself up in his room and lays in his bed thinking about life

LOVES drawing his friends ( especially Ash ) in his free time because he rarely draws in front of people , and will make an airplane out of it to throw it over to them . But he has that mentality where “ Everyrhing I make kinda sucks “ so expect to find doodles in the trash or hidden in his room

IPad kid , can’t tel me otherwise .

Loves hover boarding but he kinda sucks at it so he just 🧍🕺☠️ ( falls )

Will ram into everyone in bumper cars , almost sent someone flying ( Lilly , he bought her candy as a sorry )

rarely catches cavities because he actually has really strong teeth and willingly bites down on hard candies ( I do the same thing because I’m impatient 😹 )

Does all his school work at home cause school has too many distractions ( real )

Buys like body foundation to smear onto his legs and arms . He doesn’t want anyone to point out them out , and if they do he just tells them their from skateboarding . It can come off after a few days if he doesn’t reapply , but it’s fine since he does it again in between and would have to reapply anyway . Idk how it works 😿

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