#merendi

[suwbuns]

E-DATERS! — choi beomgyu

↳ e-dater: a couple that dates online

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

PAIRING. streamer!beomgyu x f!reader

GENRE. smau with written chapters, idiots to lovers, exes? to lovers, sort of catfish au lol, crack, fluff, maybe even angst, streamer au but soobin is a youtuber 😩

WARNINGS. incorrect time stamps, possible ooc member moments, lowercase intended, overuse of emojis, wrong hair colors sometimes, lots of twitch slang/vocab, profanity, kms/kys jokes, some of the members are lowk toxic friends :00, y/n is oblivious and an idiot but so is beomgyu lol, will add more if anything comes up!

AUTHOR’S NOTE. there has been so many streamer aus but i just COULDNT RESIST to write my own omg. anyways this is my first actual post and i hope i actually finish this smau 😭

STATUS. ongoing!

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTERS!

y/n’s bbys | beomgyu antis

LET’S PLAY!

01- soobieboobie

02- for the orphans!

03- gamerboycbg01

04- y/n’s an edater???

05- catfishing

06- where’s my hug at?

07- beomgyu > bogum

08- all my homies hate yeonjun

09- favor

10- heeseung stripper era

11- beomgyu’s genius plan

12- #1 men hater

13- y/n protection squad

14- bald people on the tl

15- heegyu confirmed?

16- twitchcon

17- sugar daddy beomgyu

18- can’t trust y/n these days

19- y/n is a tier three sub

20- group chat chaos

21- annoying cockblocks

22- 3 am endeavours

23- how tf did he bag her?

24- you’re really sus

more tba…

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[volumina-vetustiora]

noli dicere quae homines mereantur. quisque enim nostrum omnia meretur quae umquam mortuorum regum in tumulis extructa sunt, et nihil, nec buccam panis esuriens. nonne edimus, alio fame consumpto? num quo facto nos punies? an decorabis propter virtutem qui aliis edentibus fame nos consumpti sumus? poenas nemo meretur, nemo praemia. libera mentem a merito, a notione merendi, atque incipies cogitare posse.

Do you have any tips for learning to accept nice things?

no but mrs le guin has you covered

[fuenttesss]

🌕🌔🌓🌒🌑

[neee]

Te quiero como nunca nadie te ha querido o te querrá , pero decidiste dejarme en segundo plano durante mucho tiempo y ahora no quiero un amor que después de haber probado muchos otros decida qué es el momento de estar a mi lado, lo siento con el dolor de mi corazón pero ya pasó nuestro momento te tardaste mucho....

- Nee

[raylinkzero]

Tanto tiempo estando solo, tantos intentos, tanto dolor, me rendí para ya no sentirme así, y no me duele tanto estar solo, me duele que siempre lo estaré.

[amaniedoliprane]

Redisign de Jewiss Travel en vue de la réalisation de l'épisode pilote de Waelfhin

Mai 2019

[robertadevisate]

Esse é Yarny, personagem do videojogo Unravel: criado pelo estúdio sueco Coldwood Interactive, a criatura fofíssima feita de fios de lã arrebata corações! Irresistível para quem curte design gráfico de altíssima qualidade, música instrumental e efeitos deslumbrantes! @xboxbr #xboxone #merendi #apaixonada #yarny #lovelyyarny #unravel #designgráfico #plataformapuzzle #coldwoodinteractive #swedishstudio #yarnylovers #graphicart #graphicdesign #efeitos #cenários #música #enredo #lush (em Praia Brava)

[daaajas]

watercolor + crayons 

[aikaleegrave]

your tolkien oc who was a dragon???? scientist????? researcher????? help i only remember that i adore her. modern au, she’s playing dnd

(ocs are from this fic)

“You see an ancient red dragon before you, curled up on its hoard of treasure, apparently asleep. Just beyond it is the exit from the caverns you have been traversing all day. Please roll stealth to sneak past the dragon without waking it.”

“Eighteen.” Faelil grins.

“You successfully slip past, tasting freedom on the breeze blowing through the exit—”

“Wait. I want to go up to the dragon.”

Merendis blinks, thrown off. “You have three hit points and no spell slots left, you know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. You approach the dragon.”

“I would like to gently wake the dragon and ask if I have its permission to take some scientific measurements,” Faelil says cheerfully.

“The dragon stirs, one massive golden eye opening and focusing on you, and I print out a blank sheet for you to roll a new character.” Merendis sighs. “Roll persuasion, I guess.”

From the smug smile that spreads across Faelil’s face, Merendis knows what’s coming next even before her player says, “Natural twenty.”

{ send me a pairing and an au }

[astridbecks]

Mightiest of the Dragon Horde; 1.6k of Noldor naturalist shenanigans, prompted by a discussion on dragon anatomy in the SWG discord chat; somehow still manages to avoid explicit discussion of dragon reproductive anatomy.

(on SWG)

***

“But has anyone actually confirmed that it’s male?”

“Is this truly what you’ve decided to focus on? Truly.”

Rain fell from the looming clouds in sheets, forming puddles at the bottom of the ditch that Faelil and Merendis were crouched in. Merendis was shivering, her cloak and every layer under it soaked through to her skin, but her companion seemed unaffected by the chill or the wet. If anything, Faelil seemed almost excited to be out here in the downpour.

“Our naturalist’s history of dragons is very limited, you know, as is our taxonomy,” Faelil continued, and Merendis resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands. “There are the fire-breathers and the cold-drakes, of course, and then wingless, legless, and winged. The first report of any dragon was Glaurung, and it’s forever my regret that I was not able to make it to that site before the body was burned.”

“So you’ve told me,” Merendis said dryly.

“We don’t know what substantial differences, if any, exist between winged and wingless dragons,” Faelil continued over Merendis, inexorable as a boulder rolling down a mountainside. Merendis knew that if allowed to, the other woman would go on about the anatomy of dragons for hours.

“Well, the wings, for one,” she muttered. Faelil ignored her.

“It’s been established that both types can reproduce sexually. The sexual dimorphism of the species has not been confirmed, but the studies I have conducted on lizards leads me to believe that dragons would likewise would have two sexes.”

Despite her better sense warning against it, Merendis said, “But surely someone would have seen—”

Faelil seemed to brighten even more, if that was possible. “You know, lizards do not have externally visible—”

“Noted,” Merendis said forcefully.

Overhead, a flash of light. Faelil fell silent, and Merendis flinched. There had been such flashes coming from the heavens for several hours, accompanied by roars too feral to be thunder. Faelil was certain that the dragons had been unleashed, which was why they were here, huddled in a ditch, waiting for the clouds to clear so that Faelil could make her damned observations.

“By all rights, we ought to be fighting against Morgoth’s forces with the rest,” Merendis said, blinking rain out of her eyes.

“Why, when we have spent all this time in battle?” Faelil waved her off. “Let the Valar take care of it, for once. Besides, this is a prime opportunity. Morgoth has unveiled every facet of his might now that his end is nigh, and Ancalagon fights in the skies even now. We may never get another chance to see a dragon in such close proximity.”

The way Faelil lingered on the name of the dragon was almost tender with curiosity. Merendis knew that she had been studying the dragons for almost as long as the Noldor had known about them, but it still startled her how fascinated the other woman was by them.

“Are you certain you would be able to tell anything from such a distance?” she asked. Faelil shrugged, flicking rain-soaked hair back from her face.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. I cannot pass up such a chance, regardless.” She patted her pocket, where her journal was a visible lump. The pages were wax-coated to be waterproof, a quality that Merendis was very much envying right now. “As soon as this rain clears, we can move northwards again.”

Merendis nodded, settling back on her heels. Her thighs were starting to ache from holding this position for nearly an hour. The rumbling noise of war hummed at the edge of her hearing, as it had been for days, but she could tell that they were getting closer to where the Valar and their forces were engaged in battle with Morgoth.

“There is a species of lizard that reproduces parthenogenetically,” Faelil said suddenly, and Merendis blew out a breath. So it was back to the lizards, apparently.

“I don’t know what that word means,” she said, voice miraculously more patient than she felt.

“They’re all female, I mean. Their embryos develop without needing to be fertilized. They still engage in mating displays, interestingly.”

“Are you really relying on lizards to figure out how dragons work?” Merendis would really rather not think about how Faelil knew so much detail about lizard reproduction.

“I’ve considered the possible deviations,” Faelil replied blithely. “The presence of legged dragons suggests a closer kinship to lizards than snakes, no matter what the general populace refers to them as.” From that, Merendis gathered that Faelil held the term serpents in disdain. “Certain species of lizard, especially in warmer forested areas, have extended ribs and connective membranes which function as wings meant solely for gliding...”

Merendis let her chatter on, focusing on the steady drip of water from a branch above her into the puddle at her feet. The rain was beginning to lessen, and she was not looking forward to when Faelil would inevitably decide that it was light enough to proceed, regardless of the mud and the cold.

“...Merendis. Merendis.”

She startled out of her daze to see Faelil pushing to her feet, mud sucking at her boots as she moved to the edge of the ditch. Faelil’s face was lined with pale light from above. Were the clouds thinning out?

Another flash of light, and a great, thundering roar that made Merendis’ bones shake and her ears ring. She stumbled to her feet, muscles protesting after so long in one position, and opened her mouth to ask what that had been.

The clouds broke, revealing a dazzling light. Merendis squinted, perplexed for a moment—it was late afternoon, the sun should not be riding so high in the sky—and then she realized that the light was a ship, hanging in the air, a brilliance at its prow like moonlit water and sunlit steel. There was a glint of a silver-armored figure there as well.

Faelil grabbed her arm, fingers digging into Merendis’ skin in her excitement. “Look!”

Merendis followed her pointing finger, not towards the miraculous ship, but beyond it to the looming shadow so great that she had mistaken it for another storm cloud. Ancalagon—for that must be what it was—descended, its great maw a yawning pit of blackness. The trees above them formed a leaf-fringed frame through which Merendis could see the ship and the dragon caught in relief, like a painting of an unearthly battle.

A mirror-bright arc of light shot from the ship, impacting Ancalagon’s body, and then the ship darted backwards faster than Merendis would have thought possible, just barely evading the massive jaw that clamped shut after it, teeth clashing together with a noise that Merendis could hear even at this distance.

Beside her, Faelil had pulled out her notebook and was scribbling in it, glancing up at the dragon, down at her paper, back again. “The cerebral ratio is interesting,” she mused aloud. “Smaller than that reported for Glaurung. I wonder—”

The ship swooped low suddenly, close enough to brush against the tops of the trees, and Ancalagon followed, a mass of twilight darkness crashing down like an avalanche. Merendis threw herself at Faelil, knocking her to the ground. Faelil made a noise of indignation, then gave a gasp of unmistakable delight as Ancalagon’s weight crashed down above them, stopped short of crushing them only by the walls of the ditch. The sudden sky of black scales above them began to move as the dragon presumably began to drag itself across the ground in pursuit of the ship.

Before Merendis could stop her, Faelil reached up to touch the dragon’s hide. Not for the first time, Merendis wondered if the other woman was entirely sane.

“Smaller scales than I’d have expected,” Faelil said as Ancalagon lifted out of her reach, hobbling into the air with great beats of its wings that sent gusts of wind rushing down around them. Faelil wriggled out from underneath Merendis to pick up her fallen notebook and shake the mud from its cover.

Merendis’ heart felt likely to beat out of her chest with the lingering terror of their very close encounter with Ancalagon’s body. Faelil seemed unaffected; she stood and watched the ship lead Ancalagon up into the air, chased by sheets of fire from the dragon’s mouth.

“It’s so big,” Merendis managed around the fear tightening her throat.

“I cannot be certain which part of the body we saw,” Faelil said, “but I did not see any evidence of a vent that would conceal an inverted—”

“I’m glad you were focused on that,” Merendis cut in hurriedly, “rather than our impending death.”

The ship and the dragon receded from view, headed for the northern horizon, toward the noises of battle. The trees around them were flattened by the dragon’s weight and torn up from their roots, great scars carved into the earth around them by Ancalagon’s claws.

Faelil finished writing in her journal and tapped her pencil against her chin, considering something. “There was someone up there in that ship,” she mused, and Merendis saw in a flash exactly what her companion had in mind. “Surely they got a closer look. If I could somehow contact them, ask them what they saw—”

“I’m sure they were somewhat occupied by fact that they were fighting the dragon, I doubt they had time to observe finer points of anatomy.”

Faelil was already clambering out of the ditch, boots slipping in the mud as she scrambled up the incline. “Come,” she called. “When Ancalagon falls, we must be there to examine the body.”

Merendis swallowed her sigh of exasperation and followed her.

[suwbuns]

E-DATERS! | you’re really sus

SYPNOSIS. moving back to korea from america, y/n is excited to reunite with her old friends and make new ones. what she doesnt expect is to find herself reuniting with her “ex-boyfriend” from 10 years ago who she dated over minecraft. what makes things worse? he happens to be her favorite streamer who she has been pinning after for years.

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A/N. i procrastinate way too much on this smau 😭

[almostarts]

“Scent Of Light” By Diego Vencato And Marco Merendi

[queenxxxsupreme]

How would geralt react to someone touching his significant other? How possessive is he? How would he go about letting you know they're his?

-He watches you the entire time you make your way across the crowded tavern, golden eyes quickly surveying those around you to make sure no one was a threat. He’d definitely be using his witcher senses to check everyone’s vibes. Meanwhile, Jaskier is chatting away, thinking the witcher is listening because every now and then he grunts.  -Geralt spots a man standing to his feet on the opposite side of the bar. The man’s gaze is set on you. The witcher tightens his grip on his mug of ale, but he refrains from doing anything. He doesn’t want to seem too clingy or overbearing. You are your own person. You didn’t need him breathing down your neck every time someone looked at you - even if that someone has unsavory intentions. -The man leans against the bar next to you, offering you a flirty smile. You, being the nice being you were, gave him a smile and nodded your head once in acknowledgement. Then he says something that anyone else wouldn’t be able to hear from the other side of the room, Geralt can hear him clear as day. The man compliments your hair and reaches out to tuck a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. This makes Geralt’s heart race a little and not in the good way. There’s a voice in his head that’s whispering dark thoughts in his ear. She’s too good for you. This is the man that’s going to take her from you. She’s going to leave you for someone else - someone more human.  -He has to do his best to ignore the voice. If he reacted to everything that voice told him, he’d always be getting his ass into trouble. -So instead, Geralt leans back on the bench and reminds himself that you are loyal to him. You are his, and he is yours. He lifts his mug up to take a drink but he never looks away from you. The man has now trailed his fingertips down your arm, messing with the hem of your short sleeve.  -You weren’t trying to entice the man to stay, but you needed to wait for your drinks so you couldn’t just walk away from the bar top. Your kindness turns bitter when the man tries to compliment your chest, which he had been trying to discreetly stare at the whole time he was talking to you. -“I’ve got someone else waiting for me.” You told him, turning to give him the cold shoulder. You folded your hands on the wooden bar top and watched the barmaid. Geralt smirked just a little. The voice in his head quietened for the moment.  -But then another man steps up in an attempt to win over your attention. He’s a little more hands on than the last man. He instantly places his hand on the small of your back. Geralt didn’t like how low the man’s hand was. He was just barely an inch from grabbing your ass.  -The witcher was on his feet and moving through the tavern in a heartbeat. A hushed wave of silence fell over the room as everyone noticed the armor-clad witcher.  -He came up next to you, on the other side of you was the man who was being too friendly. The barmaid places three mugs in front of you.  -“Let me help you carry those drinks, dove.” Geralt offers, meeting your gaze for a heartbeat before his eyes flickered back to the man, who had pulled his hand away from you. Geralt’s hand found the space between your shoulder blades but his darkened gold eyes stayed on the man. -“Oh, thank you, Geralt.” You beem up at him. He dips his head down to place a kiss on your lips, firm but loving. It didn’t last long, it wasn’t meant to. It was just to solidify to everyone watching that you were off limits.  -You notice the way Geralt’s eyes went right back to the man, who was either too afraid to move or too prideful to back away from the White Wolf. You place your hand on Geralt’s armored chest, patting him gently to get his attention.  -His eyes flicker down to you and soften immediately. -“I’m okay.” You assure him, then nod for him to pick up the drinks. “Let’s return to our table.”

A/N: this is shit, my writing is broken 

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[animeiberico]

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