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cinnaminyoons · 2 years ago

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KISS OR KILL !!

!! pjm x m!reader

!! wc | 4.0k

!! tags | murder, attempted murder, guns, poison, heavily suggestive

[ event masterlist ]

assassins after the same target

the ex’s ex

“close the door.”

“love, for you, is terrifying. it’s like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you.”

“tell me again how you’ll love me.”

a beautiful man raises names to his face the same way he lifts jewels and gold to his ears. something simple, he hums, setting down a silver earring with a teardrop-shaped pearl. the hotel's bathroom mirror blinks back at him under cold white lights, lovely and sweet-faced with pale hair and pink lips.

he leans in, turning a card of diamond studs this way and that. he purses his lips. he nods, slipping them on. a silver chain cuffs his earlobe to the shell of his ear, and he giggles softly to himself as he moves on to the other ear. diamonds and silver look good with his hair.

he opens a turquoise box, brushing his fingers gently over its smooth surface. nestled amongst white tissue paper and foam are two statement bulgari pieces – because he, whoever he chooses to be, deserves nothing less. he tucks the wave-motif choker around his neck, close against his swan-like throat, and he places the second beneath it. he fingers the round pendant, settling it below his collarbones, and tugs the collar of his shirt down to show it off.

the glittering diamonds and metals hang heavier than their material weight, but he holds his head high, his shoulders set straight and regal. he glances over his figure, slender waist highlighted by high-waisted trousers, and he touches up his makeup once more before slipping a black cross-body bag on his hip. in it, he carries all his necessities – pocket mirror, pack of tissues, his prettiest shade of lipstick, and the night's greatest finish.

he chooses a new identity as he wafts down the steps to the foyer, outside of which waits his sleek black ride. he meets his chauffeur's gaze as he slides inside.

park jimin. he has never heard a prettier name.

—

he's been here before. he's been under this very chandelier, sitting across from someone he would have done anything for, before.

but that was aeons ago. that was before jimin's love was used like a tool in a ploy beyond him, doing whatever was asked of him like a good pup. he put aside all of himself, shredding everything that he was, to chase affection and attention that he needed like air.

once, he knew nothing of pain. now it is all that survives.

he smiles. he laughs. he flutters his lashes and plays up the desperation, the desire, to have adoration on him once more. he's venus, he's sundew, he's the cobra lily rearing its head. touching fingers and brief glances ending in smiles – his meal falls into his hands, lapping up his sweetness.

"crab-stuffed filet mignon and duck confit."

jimin lifts his eyes. he knows intimately what beauty is, and the waiter is it. he knows what danger is, and the waiter is it.

the waiter smiles, charming and handsome, and places the plates down in front of them. he lifts his gaze to jimin's and he stills, his smile bleeding away.

predators know when they are challenged.

linking his fingers on the white tablecloth, jimin hums and leans in, inspecting the dishes with great interest. "looks wonderful. thank you."

the waiter recomposes himself, folding an arm neatly in front of him. he bows his head and takes his leave, each step oozing the same flavour of flawless imitation as jimin's. jimin eyes his target, tearing into the silky duck confit with greasy fingers, even in this ritzy restaurant. his gaze flickers around the large room, taking in the sheer drapes and romantic gold highlights falling across its patrons.

he floats his fingers over a selection of knives and chooses one. he slides his thumb over the serrated edge as he casts his gaze over the room for one set of teeth, all too perfect.

he's looking at him when jimin finds him. he refills a couple's wine glasses, and the sheen of the glossy red liquid seems thicker than usual in his capable hands. he smiles, eyes dark and hollow, and whisks the bottle away with an elegant flair.

duck legs tumble to the floor from loosening fingers. a thump of a body, a ravishing jerking terror. foam at the corners of the mouth, screams falling from too many lips.

jimin stands quietly. the dazzling waiter, all magnificent smiles and gentle words, stares back; his lip curls with satisfaction, and he vanishes behind the crowds as they gather anxiously around the twitching body.

simmering fury grows to a forest fire as jimin runs his fingers over his bag and the pretty steel within. he almost forgets his face – a wavering cry, a covered mouth, a stricken expression as he stumbles away.

park jimin races into the alleyway behind the restaurant and slams the waiter into the brick wall, pressing the cold tip of his pistol into his temple.

the man laughs, breathless and knee-weakening, and grabs jimin's hips, tugging him into his warm body.

"beautiful, wasn't it?" he breathes, eyes glittering even as jimin presses his forearm harder into his throat.

"poison is a coward's game," he hisses, and their breath mingles in the cooling evening air.

"but you can't deny its artistry," he purrs, eyes half-lidded and inviting. "guns are ugly things. so impersonal. a twitch of the finger, a death at your hands. but poison, as you call it? there is an intimacy to creating a single dose, so perfectly measured for weight, for tolerance, for size. too much and it is an unsightly end – lots of guts and stomach acid and retching. too little and all you get is a funny expression. no fun at all."

"you took what's mine." anger flares in his belly. "you ruined it! ruined me!"

"yours? oh, i'm so sorry." you smile. jimin's breath hitches. you lean in slowly, eyes flickering over his features. "i'll help you, gorgeous, as penance. i promise that i didn't know anyone else with a vendetta tonight, and i'm not one to enjoy stealing the spotlight. i'll be yours – if you'll have me."

jimin trails the barrel of his pistol down the side of your face, slipping into the dip beneath your jaw. you tilt your head with a hum and your grip tightens.

"and why would i let you anywhere near me?" he whispers, placing his finger on the trigger.

"because you and i would make a beautiful team. your skills, my expertise – our combined looks." you chuckle as jimin scoffs. "i love the look in your eyes. keep prodding me with that thing and i might do something awfully indecent, pretty boy."

jimin's eyes flicker over your features, sizing you up. you smile. he lowers the gun, but his arm remains hard against your neck.

"so," you say, unbothered by the discomfort against your adam's apple. "what was your plan? blowing brains out in a full restaurant is a bold move."

"i'm very good at getting people into my bedroom," he says nonchalantly. his eyes narrow. "and it was going perfectly – until you barged in and tore it all to pieces. i should kill you for your insolence."

you tilt your head. your gaze burns like hellfire, but somehow, he can't help but lean into it, drawing his fingers through the flames.

"what are you?" you ask, innocently enough. "if we are to work together – if i am to work for you – it would be... beneficial to know your speciality."

he looks you up and down. he answers finally, "i'm a hired gun. i have to survive in this economy somehow, and there's always a niche to be filled regarding sudden death and disappearance."

he wonders briefly why he's still speaking to you. your brains should be splattered on the bricks, but he can't help but open his mouth when you look at him like a lover might.

he tilts his head up. "and you?"

"same general idea," you reply pleasantly. "but this was personal. for you, as well. am i correct?"

"you could say that." he pauses, a calculating frigidity in his gaze. "what would you do for me, as 'penance'?"

"whatever you wish. i can take jobs for you – the ones you aren't so keen on. you will get the majority of the payment: sixty-forty."

"eighty-twenty," he shoots back. you nod with that smile, and his heart throbs. "so, what – you're my lapdog? for how long would this arrangement last?"

"that's up to you, of course. three months?"

"six."

"deal." your gaze flickers down to his lips. "that's a lovely colour on you. complements your eyes."

he clicks his tongue. if he hadn't blown his last paycheck on this chase halfway around the world, you'd have a bullet in your skull three times over by now. but his wallet wasn't bottomless, and his name was nothing without his ex's – especially if he was starting with a clean slate as park jimin.

he shoves you away. you straighten your tie and smooth down your black vest. he watches like a hawk. "try anything funny and you won't get three steps."

you spread your hands in a gesture of peace. "how could i betray a face like yours? i'd sooner cut off my shooting arm."

he slips his gun into his bag, bucking the flap tight. he jerks his head towards the end of the alley where his ride waits. "get in, killer. i've got something in mind for you."

—

over the next month, jimin learns you like the backs of his eyelids. you are quick. you are efficient. and you are deadly silent.

"you look good in red."

he whips around – his tense shoulders drop when he notices you, sprawled lazily on his couch with his pistol in your loose grip. he rolls his eyes and closes the fridge door, popping open a bottle of wine. "keep sitting in the dark like that and you'll ruin your eyes. when did you arrive?"

"a couple hours ago," you say. he feels your gaze boring into the back of his head as he turns to find himself a glass. "your pay's in your room. i took the liberty of taking my share – i hope you don't mind."

he sighs and lifts the glass to his lips. "what are you doing here, killer? i gave you three contracts. even for you, that's at least two weeks' worth."

"i wanted to be with you again, shrike. is that such a crime?" you place your hand around the back of his neck, and he doesn't flinch, even if he can barely feel your presence. you're like a ghost – a cold spot, a radiator that never works. he turns, leaning back against the marble counter, and crosses his arms.

"you should've enjoyed your time in japan," he sighs. "it's early spring. the cherry blossoms should be blooming."

you brush cold fingers against his cheek, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "no blossom could rival the sight of you." you tilt your head like a puppy, and jimin purses his lips. you try to wriggle your way back into his good graces. "i cleaned your armoury. your little pistol is very cute."

with another sigh, he prods you aside and places his empty glass by the sink. "it fits well in my hand. look, there's a two-man job i've accepted, and it's a black-tie event. do you have a suit that fits?"

you hum softly, a light frown creasing your brow. "i have... parts. i don't have a jacket with silk lapels anymore – i couldn't save it from the bastard's knives. when is this event?"

"two days from now. bit of a rush, i admit, but my contact doesn't trust anyone else to get it done."

"i'll be ready by this time tomorrow, little shrike."

—

you take jimin's hand, helping him from the sleek black car. "stunning as always, my dear."

he rolls his eyes. "you've said that a thousand times."

"doesn't make it any less true." you fall in line behind him, quietening as jimin offers two white envelopes to the man at the bright mansion's door. after opening them and scanning their contents, he nods, stepping aside. "welcome, messrs park. mrs priestly is honoured to have you."

the foyer is as grand as the façade, with a huge diamond chandelier between two curving, seductive marble staircases. jimin navigates the cliques of the rich with ease, a permanently polite smile engraved over his features.

"messrs?" you murmur in his ear with a touch of humour. "you should've told me we were married. i would've matched my cufflinks to your necklaces."

"don't be fucking ridiculous," he says peacefully. "we're brothers. long-lost, estranged, together for dad's funeral, whatever you like. it shouldn't matter."

"shouldn't matter – jimin, i'm hurt. are we not here to work together?"

he plucks a bubbling glass of champagne from a passing busser's tray. "i do the seducing. you do the ending. do you have it?"

"no."

his head whips sharply towards you.

you tut. "i had a colleague drop it off for me. every doorway in this mansion is fitted with a metal detector. after we've said our greetings and pleasantries, i'll retrieve it. such a shame, though – a man like this should see his end coming. he deserves it."

"you say that about every mark."

"this one more than usual," you amend. you pluck the flute out of his hand before he can take another sip and his mouth opens to protest. "clear heads wield the steadiest swords, jimin."

he watches you vanish into the crowds with crossed arms, a put-off pout pursing his lips. he turns away, fingers fluttering over his diamond necklaces.

clear heads... yes. it is better if you are not around to distract him with your gracious smile and well-fitted suit.

two hours later, jimin giggles at a foreign dignitary's terrible jokes. they aren't terrible like yours are, where an uncontrollable smirk spreads on his lips and he shakes his head in disbelief – they're terrible in terms of taste.

he does not want to hear another joke about women anytime soon. he can't help but feel rather relieved that no one else will have to force smiles around the mark.

out of the corner of his eye, a shadow flashes by. showtime.

jimin plays up the charm, the sly bitten smiles and rosy bedroom eyes taking the mark to bed. there's play, there's touching, and the mark takes off his shirt.

jimin pretends that he likes what he sees, but the skin's too clean, too purely aesthetic. while their target was generically attractive, a californian blond-and-blue-eyes, he was too... made up. whitened teeth, rigorous diets, a thousand-and-ten beautification products and almost-invisible needle scars. jimin doubts he could leap a fence without worrying about breaking a perfectly-manicured nail – that is, if he can make it over in the first place.

"close the door," jimin whispers, pressing his lips to the place beneath his ear. he curls his fingers in dirty-blond locks, almost petting them. "wouldn't want anyone seeing what i'll do to you."

he smiles with excitement gleaming in his eyes and rushes to do so, his tie hanging loose around his neck. it's obvious he's rather green, not yet completely grown into his pretty american beauty – or, at least, he's green with men.

"nobody saw us come in here, right?" the mark asks, moving over jimin's lap.

jimin smiles, empty and wrong. "no one saw."

his brain splatters the floor.

jimin turns his face away in distaste, hot blood dotting his cheek. he pushes the body off before it dirties his clothes. it thumps to the bed, its face lax, and the seeping red dyes its blond hair.

"you couldn't have waited until i was out of the splash zone?" he complains, standing and fixing his clothes. "do you at least have something i can clean myself up with?"

you pluck the dead mark's jacket from its spot over a chair and tug out the white pocket square. you offer it with a smile.

he gazes at you for a long moment, unimpressed. he takes it with a roll of his eyes, stepping past you. "great. let's go – the balcony's open."

"lead the way, my dove."

—

the slow grind of steel on steel flakes in the warm air. jimin's brow furrows and he buries his face in his pillow, sliding his arms beneath it. he cracks an eye open – sitting on the side of the bed in nothing but a pair of briefs is an overly-familiar figure, muscle shifting under skin with each drag of steel.

"god," jimin drawls, "do you have to do this here?"

the grinding stops.

"yes."

the grinding begins again.

jimin huffs and grabs the pillow next to him. the scent of your shampoo is dangerously relaxing, and he purses his lips.

he chucks the pillow at your head. it thumps onto the floor, and you glance over your bare shoulder with a smirk as you lean down to grab it and toss it back onto the bed.

"someone's in a sour mood."

"because you're sharpening a knife in my bedroom when i'm trying to sleep," he grouches, sitting up with a wince. he doesn't think your relationship is very professional anymore – not when he falls into bed with you every other night. "you couldn't have left it until tomorrow?"

"tomorrow is our six months," you reply, turning the knife over in your grasp. you twirl it over your knuckles like a pen. "i can't sleep."

jimin sighs and shuffles closer, pressing his cheek to your shoulder blade. the warmth hums – not like a neon sign, but like a bonfire. "most men would be awfully sleepy after a night with me, killer."

your chest echoes with a chuckle. "maybe you're not as good as you think you are."

in an instant, your hand is empty, and the blade presses below your voice box. he angles the tip into it with a tilt of his head, eyes wide.

"i almost killed you," he whispers wondrously. he lowers the blade, bringing it closer to his face, and squints at it, tossing it in his palm. "it feels... invisible."

"you weren't supposed to see it yet," you say worriedly as a trickle of blood runs down your throat. "it's not finished."

jimin twists away from you, falling back onto the pillows with a soft thump and a giggle as you grasp at air. "i want to see this. did you make this for me, killer? sentimental, much?"

"give it back."

"no."

"give it."

jimin grins and rolls onto his side as you reach over him, grabbing your shoulder to yank you down over him. he's surprisingly strong for one so slight, but neither of you put much effort into it. jimin flips the blade over, letting the silky pattern of watered steel catch the light, dazzling as jewels. it sparks in his eyes, turning his irises into liquid gold for half a moment. he drops the blade with his wrist and you remember how to breathe again.

he glances up at you from the corner of his eye. "is that real pink diamond in the handle?"

you make an offended noise from the back of your throat. "who do you think i am? of course it's real."

with a soft hum, jimin snaps the blade shut, folding it neatly into an ebony handle. he shifts onto his back and swipes his front knuckle over the front of your throat. blood beads again along the same trail and jimin pouts.

"i didn't mean to do that," he sulks.

"i rather liked it," you murmur, and jimin's plush lips part. your gaze snaps down to them instinctively, and they curve up into a tiny smirk. "a sort of christening. may you kill many deserving bastards with it."

jimin presses the soft, warm pad of his thumb against your lips. "you love me, don't you?" he nearly crows, a smug glow in his eyes. "you're adorable. you forget what this is, killer."

"a transaction," you reply, still draped over him, hovering inches from his face by the strength of your arms. "just that i'm not the only one paying anymore."

his smile vanishes. he sits up, his eyes cooled to volcanic rock. "no."

"no?" you tilt your head, following him with a heavy gaze as he swings his bare legs out of bed and crosses the room. "well, i certainly wasn't the one dragging someone else into bed with him."

"shut up," he snaps, shrugging on the nearest shirt. it's crumpled, and he folds down the collar in an effort to neaten it. it doesn't do much. it's not his size, either, hanging from his arms and exposing the intoxicating curve of his neck and shoulders. "i'm not in love with you."

"really, jimin?" you rest against the headboard, tucking a knee towards your chest with a sigh. "all these tiny trinket gifts: watches, bracelets, rings with your initials on them. admit it. you're trying to court me, little shrike," you tease.

faster than you can track, jimin flings the switchblade towards you. you roll your head to the right two seconds too late, half a mockery and half a sweet head-tilt, and reach over your shoulder to tug the blade from the wall. "you dropped this."

"you didn't try," he nearly snarls.

"why would i? we all die eventually, and i'd rather look my ravishing killer in the eye than waste time trying to avoid it."

"if i was in love, it certainly wouldn't be with you," he sniffs, checking his nails in a curled hand. "you'd be a terrible person to do it with."

"'do it'? jimin, dear, love isn't so simple. it's not a task, nor is it a job." the ruffle of sheets. gentle hands around his waist, warm bare chest against his back – warm bare everything. you bare everything to him, and he's certain that you'd split open your ribs to give him your heart if you could. you open your hand, the switchblade laid open across it. "you may use it to kill me, if you like. i've heard i can be rather difficult at times."

he picks it up with three dainty fingers, giving it a spin. he clicks it shut. "you would let me kill you... because you're annoying me?"

in response, you only smile and squeeze his hip, turning away to find your clothes. "how many lovers of yours can say the same?"

he purses his lips. "lovers? is that what we are?"

"well," you tug your shirt over your head, "i'd like to think so."

"you're obsessed with this... idea of us," jimin replies, staring out over the city skyline, twinkling in the darkness as if the stars have fallen to the earth. "love, for you, is terrifying. it's like a religion. no one will ever want to sleep with you."

you glance over your shoulder with a smile and a glint in your eyes. "you are, aren't you? as for religion," you continue offhandedly, "i've always looked great on my knees."

jimin says nothing. he can't; it would be a lie to say he doesn't like it when you worship every inch of him in all the worst ways, wicking the sin off of him like sweat and cleansing him with every white-out daze.

he turns around, as light on his feet as a songbird, and his piercing gaze snaps to yours like a raptor. there's something missing behind those eyes, but his fingers glance over his buttons, and the whole thing flutters to the ground, white as angels' wings, around his bare ankles and marble calves.

he has your full attention. he's shameless, slinking up to you with dancing touches and fleeting glances, and he hums as you place your hands on the pretty dip of his waist. he plays with the hairs at the nape of your neck and smiles at the shiver that courses through you.

he brings your lips to his. "then tell me again," he whispers delicately, rosy and cherubic, "how you'll love me."

#jimin #park jimin #jimin x male reader #park jimin x male reader #jimin x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader

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vee-crytraps · 9 months ago

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Fic Masterlist | Fanart | Fic Recs

Call me Vee (She/hers)! I write and reblog a lot of Batman/DC things, and a good chunk of them are Not Safe for Tumblr. This may include sexually explicit or dark content, so browser beware! Check out my Masterlist for my TW/CWs. Minors and ageless blogs DNI! I'm 25, and if you're here, you should be at least 18. If you're wondering why I don't follow you, I do! This is a side blog! If you're randomly followed by a thousand year old Homestuck blog with a freaky little green haired icon, tis me. My Lovely Sundews! Lore Anon 🫶 Anon 🫀 Anon

#v.main #v.pinned

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mxescargot · 11 months ago

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OC masterlist

misc/multiple universes

garv (fishboy)

prima (tropey good guy)

vindicta (tropey bad guy)

ursa (dark magic bounty hunter)

ari (light magic bounty hunter)

urban fantasy/superhero

premise: a timeline that diverges several years before ours where a significant minority of the population across the world contracted strange illnesses that led to various magical powers; focuses on the Eastern United States (aka what im familiar with). themes of disabled justice and solidarity.

micheal (he/they): friendly college kid who always puts others before himself, teleportation powers

jem (any pronouns): an old self-insert, shapeshifting powers

ayaan (he/they): kid with unique powers that mess with the fabric of reality, of particular interest to the villain

emilia (she/her): sociologist studying how superpowered people interact with a society built for non-superpowered people, recently gained fire/energy/plasma powers of her own in an accident

saiorse (any pronouns): software developer and emilia's spouse. he does not have superpowers

alison (he/him): evil CEO (maybe also politician?) looking to take advantage of superpowered people for his own gain. especially young, powerful superpowered people. i do not know how to write villains tbh

eren (she/her): micheal's classmate.

haru (they/xe/it/star/she): your average edgy 14 year old.

aaliyah (she/they/flor): your average edgy 14 year old.

high fantasy: the world of An

premise: weird mix of some of the history i'm interested in, with a technological level of around the 1840s to 1860s? focuses on a governmental transition from absolute monarchy to parliamentary democracy and the greater inclusion of ethnic minorities in the political system and society as a whole. the people are sorta kemonomimi-hobbits with mammalian and insectoid features. also has eldritch shit going on in its magic system.

these are some of my oldest characters and have changed a lot, their original concept was a "five elements" thing and that still shows through.

the names are based on my conlang :> i didnt try to make the romanizations look pretty, just functional, so uhh ⟨v⟩ is a schwa and most letters correspond with IPA values but idk if thats accessible. here ill replace j with y and v with whatever letter looks best, you can see the mess of the "official" spellings in the tags. they dont exactly have a gender system like ours so pronouns are what i imagine they'd use if raised in our culture and language yk

baa'oni (they/she): activist reviving the long-suppressed/erased (idk what the right word is) life-related magic practices of their ancestors. name translates to "sundew"

lausa (she/her): noble who uses her position of power to help incite change, eventually becomes prime minister. romantically involved with baa’oni, causing suspicion and controversy. name translates to "shadower"

laanya (they/them): self insert. former water magic student reconnecting to it after trauma, also tries to get involved in activism. name translates to "river delta"

treyii (they/she/he): young and uncertain, pressure is put on him to achieve great things and they don't know where to belong. name translates to "sparks"

unnamed character referred to as "wind guy" (they/he): a vengeful prince with command over the weather.

star wars

premise: focuses on jedi fighting in the clone wars. i mostly made these characters in quarantine lol

aiya (they/xe): twi'lek anakin skywalker on a budget. padawan during the clone wars, becomes an inquisitor.

rakiss (she/they): mirialan; Aiya's fellow padawan and very close to xem. killed in O66

haalas (he/him): togruta; aiya's strict master, very loyal to the light side of the force itself and scared of losing another padawan to the dark side. survives O66, but is eventually killed by aiya, who blames him for rakiss's death.

malice (they/she/it): dathomiran zabrak who was the first padawan of haalas. left the order and turned to the dark side, but isn't with the Sith.

ekiv (she/her): rakiss's master, also a mirialan, and longtime friend of haalas. mom friend, but only because she's a people pleaser with massive gifted kid burnout. survives O66; assumes a new identity and learns how to heal.

hizta (any pronouns): tusken ex-bounty hunter who now runs a droid repair shop on coruscant. acquainted with aiya before and during the Clone Wars, aids the Rebellion.

penelope (she/they): human; old colleague of Hizta's. generally fairly cold and professional until you get to know them; actually very affectionate.

i also have some underdeveloped clone trooper OCs

hollow knight

cornu (they/them): HKsona. void-corrupted snail shaman capable of harnessing both soul and void magic.

unnamed fairyfly OC

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vaporeon2010317 · 8 months ago

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Tumblr Town Role-Swap au blogs masterlist.

(Sorry in advance for all the tagging.)

Vaporine and Sylvania (Vaporeon and Sylveon) and the Shelleriates - @magic-and-tides

Dr. Catherine Sherman Owens - @owens-of-the-lab

Venus (Sage) - @venus-sundew-evil

Ms Deed - @boredhenchwench

Ross (Assistant) - @yourfavoriteracoonplushie

Chad (Sunny) - @chad-the-illusionist

Noir (Sir) - @noirs-red-sea

Iris, Pappy, and Lucille (Iris, Papyru, and Lucia) - @the-amazing-iris

Memiri aka Nixie - @revived-brezzes

Aruna - [will be found in the future]

(All other blogs haven't been found/created yet. I will edit when they show up.)

#The Tumblr Town Role-Swap au

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sillykittyco · 2 years ago

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I wouldn’t mind hearing about Peanut! Ze seem cool and I love WoF too so hearing about other WoF oc’s is cool!

-Ezra

OK HI!!!!! PEANUT IS QUEEN HICKORYS ADVISOR, BODYGUARD, AND POSSIBLY LOVER STILL DECIDING!!! ZE ARE HIGHLY RESPECTED ALL AROUND, AND MOST DRAGONS ENJOY ZER COMPANY! ZE LOVE TO PAINT, AND (WITH PERMISSION OFC) WILL GRAFFITI REALLY COOL AND WELL MADE DRAWINGS ONTO OTHER DRAGONS HOUSES/WALLS/ETC!! ZE IS ALSO GOOD AT MAPMAKING, WHICH REALLY HELPS WITH ZER DUTIES AT HELPING THE QUEEN!! ZE ALSO IS SOMETIMES USED AS A MESSENGER BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN RULERS AS ZE IS ALSO REALLY GOOD FRIENDS WITH QUEEN SEACOAST, QUEEN STARMAKER, AND QUEEN KHIONE!!! OVERALL PEANUT IS A LOVELY LITTLE GUY AND A GREAT DIPLOMAT!! ZE ALSO ALSO HAS LEAFSPEAK A BIT ON THE STRONG SIDE!! NOT EVEN CLOSE TO SUNDEW IN THE BOOKS SINCE SHE HAD THE STRONGEST LEAFSPEAK IN GENERATIONS BUT ZE STILL DOES HAVE IT!!! ZE ALSO HAS SOME ANIMUS ENCHANTED GIFTS FROM THE PYRRHIAN QUEENS, LIKE A CLOAK FROM QUEEN KHIONE THAT KEEPS ZER BODY TEMPERATURE PERFECTLY REGULATED!!!

OC MASTERLIST

#[oc lore]

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years ago

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YOU ADDED STARDEW VALLEY LET'S GOOOOO!!! Oh that's exciting!!!!

I wanna request a one shot where the farmer has been in Pelican Town for a while now and Elliot is the one who moves in! He goes to introduce himself to the farmer, maybe request some materials he needs for the cabin after Robin recommend he goes ask? IDK I JUST WANT TO SEE HOW YOU WRITE ELLIOTT

notes: my first SDV fic!! Elliott has really captured my heart in this game. As much as I also Abi, Sebastian, Olivia (SDVE) and Sophia (SDVE), Elliott is just my farmer's soulmate sorry not sorry.

pairing: Elliott x Reader

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Pomegranate jam

Elliott paused in front of the gate to read the sign: ‘Welcome to Sundew Farm!’ It said, burned into the wood in an elegant but easily legible script. He was new to Pelican Town and his cabin on the beach, charming as it was, was in need of a few repairs by the local carpenter Robin. Her conditions for making such repairs were a certain price and some supplies. Being new, Elliott was in need of some help in gathering the wood that Robin demanded and she had pointed him towards this farm for the assistance of the local farmer who was known to take up small tasks for small prices in town. She liked to keep busy, Robin had told him.

He pushed open the gate, politely closing it behind him before he wandered into the farm. There were vegetable patches and flower gardens spread around with sprinklers in them, a comfortable looking home, a small pond by the entrance and what looked to be a larger one just a bit south. There were chickens in a pen around a coop and a barn beside it where animals grazed in a separate pen as well as a greenhouse whose glass walls caught the sunlight. He could also see a patch of land dedicated to hay by a windmill. It would seem that you truly did like to keep busy.

“Hello?!” He called, looking around at the accomplished farm but finding it devoid of a farmer. He made his way towards the house, wondering if you would even be there, before the door flew open and you were standing there in a pair of overalls and well-worn boots, some flur smeared on the upper sleeve of your shirt.

“Oh, hello.” You greeted him in a friendly manner, “You must be that new guy Robin mentioned! How can I help?”

“Yes, I’m Elliott, pleased to meet you.” He gave a bow of his head and reached his hand out. You went to shake that hand but, instead, he gently took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles with a charming smile. Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise for a moment. Not only did this man dress like he had just walked out of an Austen novel, he seemed to act as such too.

“I’m Y/n.” You exchanged your name.

“It was Robin who sent me here, actually. She said that you would be able to gather some wood for me. I need it to give to her so that she can fix up my cabin.” Your face seemed to light up at this.

“Oh! Of course I can! You know, I just put some bread rolls out to cool so we can go now. If you’d like to get to know the town a little better, you can come with me and get a look around Cindersap Forest.” You suggested, stepping outside of your house and locking the door behind you with a set of keys.

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” He smiled and you went over to your shed to collect your axe before putting yourself on the path that headed down south. As you went, you pointed out Leah’s house and Marnie’s ranch to him as well as the Wizard’s Tower.

While you chopped down trees into wood, you asked Elliott to tell you about why he chose Pelican Town. He was an aspiring writer and wanted to get out of the city. He loved the sea and the beach and said that there was something about the sound of the waves lapping against the shore that just brought him the peace he needed to work on his book. You told him all about your cluttered bookshelf at home and how you’d love to beta read for him some time or discuss some ideas with him should he ever hit a bout of writer’s block.

Hours passed like minutes and soon the two of you were heading back to the farm with all the wood necessary to give to Robin for the repairs to the cabin and then some. Elliott paid you at your front door and you invited him in for some tea. Everyone knew everyone in Pelican Town and you wanted him to feel welcome, wanted him to feel like he had at least one friend already and he wasn’t alone in this new place.

You put the kettle on to make some tea, letting Elliott choose which blend you would have from the ones that you had either bought from Pierre, been given by Caroline or made yourself. He ended up going for the English Breakfast that you had bought from Pierre’s. You got to slicing the bread rolls in half and spreading some butter onto them before opening the fridge to find a suitable jam.

“Hey, which jam would you like? I made them all myself. There’s apricot, blackberry, pomegranate-”

“Pomegranate would be wonderful!” He interjected eagerly, “It’s my favourite fruit.” That put a smile on your face as you set it down on the table along with the tea.

“Well aren’t you lucky? I have a pomegranate tree in the greenhouse. I’ll have to remember to bring you one when I stop by to see Robin’s work on your cabin if you’d allow me.” You tucked your chair into the table as you reached for your tea cup while Elliott spread some jam onto his bread.

“Oh, I’d love for you to drop by some time.” He smiled and it warmed your heart a little to know that this stranger was already becoming a friend and you had done your part to make sure that he felt welcome in town. Perhaps this could be the beginning of a very beautiful friendship.

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dos-oroguitas · 3 years ago

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You Belong

Your life with the Madrigal family is as happy as it can be but your grandfather isn’t too happy about that. Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader

part 1 is here! masterlist !!

Life with the Family Madrigal was all what Mirabel said in her song. They were all fantastical and magical! You would expect that joining them would make you feel envious or at least sad that you were powerless like Mirabel was but that wasn’t the case. You may not have a miracle but you were still a part of the family Madrigal and you wouldn’t have it in any other way.

You were as happy as you can be, free as you can be. The years that you’ve spent living under your grandfather were almost all forgotten except for the damage he had caused when he had torment you with his cruel words. Every loud noise had startled you, even a shift in someone’s tone would make you stiffen nervously and look around for a place to hide. You would bristle up when someone would raise their voice.

You still feared that one day he would return and drag you back to the hell you were living in with him. You were scared that all of this was a dream and in the first few weeks you had stayed with them, you were walking on eggshells. Trying to please, trying to not let them find any reason to return you home.

And they noticed that. Just like those years before when Dolores was given her gift, the family tried their hardest to speak gently and softly. They would reassure you that you won't ever return to that horrid family of yours. You were a Madrigal and you were going to stay a Madrigal. They were careful around you though just like the whole village was, now apologetic for not noticing anything and they now turned on your grandfather after his cruelty had been exposed by whispers.

Whispers that may or may not have been circulated by a certain shapeshifter that you now called your brother.

The town of Encanto wouldn’t so much as look at them when they would try to talk or buy something. Your grandfather had become so enraged and with your uncles and aunts, had banged on the Madrigal family door and you had the unfortunate chance of opening it up before Dolores could come and warn you.

“Tonto, get out here! What have you been telling the Madrigals?!” He seized you by your shoulders, nails digging in your skin as you cried out.

“You hijo/hija de puta! Do you know what you’ve done?! You poisoned their minds, you let the town turn on us!” Before you could defend yourself however, Felix and Agustin had already seized your grandfather who kicked and shouted.

Thunder struck the ground near where your family stood and Pepa had stood there with Julieta, swinging a baking pin around before she checked up on you.

“Mamá Julieta, Mamá Pepa..” You sobbed and you swore their anger worsened as you held onto them for dear life.

“Shhh, pequeño, you’re alright..” Julieta placed a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst Pepa had gently moved your clothes away to see just what had caused you to cry out. Angry crescent marks were on both your shoulders, red and some had already been dripping with blood.

“¡El cabrón!” Pepa had cursed at your grandfather.

In came Luisa and Isabela Madrigal. The ground shook as Luisa towered over your now quivering family members whilst Isabela’s vines wrapped around their ankles so they couldn’t escape. Sundew and cacti grew around to create a barrier between you and your former family. Her usually calm and collected expression enraged as she saw you crying.

Julieta would place an arepa on your hand and kiss your forehead once more. “Here, it won’t hurt anymore if you eat this.. you’re safe pequeño. You’re okay.” She reminds you gently as you ate the arepa all the while Pepa’s thunders got louder and sharper and Felix had to leave your grandfather who was in turn, caught by Luisa. Your Tio Felix would try to calm her down at least a smidge.

Just so the town wouldn’t get too affected but by all means she could strike your grandfather and his family down if she had a good aim. And she did get a good aim, you’d find out as a little lightning had zapped your grandfather.

Dolores and Camilo would soon enter along with Mirabel who would take to being by your side instead. “You’re alright, hermana/hermano.” Mirabel and Camilo would gently hold you whilst Dolores covered your ears from the onslaught of curses that left your grandfather’s lips. Don’t worry about her, right now you were more important than the discomfort she felt from the loud noises. Though as she knelt down, you slowly placed your own smaller hands to cover her ears.

You wouldn’t let her hear your grandfather either. Dolores would smile sweetly, pressing her forehead against yours.

You’d think it ends there but here comes Tio Bruno.. oh, your mistake, Tio Hernando had come barreling in with his tiny army of rats who squeaked angrily at your former family.

“You leave my sobrina/ sobrino alone!” ‘Hernando’ exclaimed, before he had immediately covered his head with a bucket he was holding, slapping the spackle knife on your still raging grandfather’s cheek.

“Why, you..!” Everything was so loud. It was chaos until Abuela’s calm voice interrupted the yelling.

And your grandfather had looked relieved, immediately relaxing in Luisa and Agustin’s arms. “Ah, Señora Madrigal, finally a voice of reason! That.. That bastard child has filled your minds with lies you see! We’ve treated them kindly, Señora. The useless chi—!”

What he didn’t expect, or what any of you didn’t expect, was your Abuela to punch him square in the face before she calmed herself, rubbing her now sore knuckles as your grandfather gaped at her with a now broken nose.

“Wh..”

“I consider myself a very kind and compassionate person, Señor, which is why I am giving you and your family a chance to leave Encanto.”

“You can’t do that! You..!” Your grandfather and his family were appalled. Leave Encanto? That was unheard of! “¡No, Señora, por favor!” He had begged, getting on his knees. Abuela crossed her arm over the other.

“I cannot risk you still living here with my grandchild. Who knows what you may do next after this outburst? Your cruelty, your hatred towards a helpless child, the miracle would shun it. And shuns you. You will leave Encanto, if you know what's best for you.”

Alma Madrigal had set her mind to her decision, putting her foot down firmly no matter how hard they’ve begged. Some townspeople had already packed their bags for them, a donkey drawn cart with a rickety wheel.

“Encanto is no place for those who would do others harm.” She insists, watching as Luisa had swiftly carried your former family’s still protesting form. She placed them in the car with a grunt. There were no more protests. Alma Madrigal was a stubborn woman and with a family full of miracles? They wouldn’t dare oppose her.

And you watched as they left Encanto, your new family holding you close and making sure that you were alright. You were grateful. He was gone. They were finally gone and they weren't coming back.

You didn’t know why. Nothing hurt anymore but you had suddenly burst out into tears again, curling up in your family’s arms with a choked sob. You weren’t used to it, to the warmth of their hugs or the happy smiles that were directed to you. Somedays you would think that you didn't deserve any of it but your family would reassure you.

You belong with them just as much as they belong with you.

Second part of Home! I was really im the mood for some Platonic! Madrigal Family x reader again. I hope you guys liked the picture, I struggled in Canva just to edit it 😭

If you have thoughts and ideas you want to share, my messages are always open! It’s in a semi-closed state for now as I kinda get bursts of inspiration when reading you guys’ messages 😅

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outofangband · 3 years ago

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Flora and Fauna of Dorthonion/Taur-nu-Fuin

I originally had only the flora posted separately but I wanted to post this together for convenience and to add to the flora!

Flora and fauna of Arda masterlist

Disclaimer: I used both what we can extrapolate is likely indigenous to the region based on descriptions of the landscape and climate as well as my own headcanons and inspirations and reference books on similar habitats as well as books like The Atlas of Middle Earth and The Flora of Middle Earth

I really love working on and researching these! and as always feel free to ask more, even if I've already done a place I'd always enjoy going into more detail of tacking a more specific kind of life there

Environmental headcanons

Dorthonion translates to Land of Pines and is north of greater Beleriand. It is described as highlands and mountainous region. The Ered Gorgoroth or Mountains of Terror bordered the Southern part and Ard-Galen to the North. Ard-Galen was what would become Anfauglith or Dor-nu-Fauglith, just south of Angband in the Iron Mountains. According to the Atlas of Middle Earth, Dorthonion is 60 leagues East to West.

After Dagor Bragollach, Dorthonion came under Morgoth’s rule and the remaining forested regions became known as Taur-nu-Fuin or the Forest under Night, the Forest of Terror. The destruction caused by the fires of Dagor Bragollach forced the people of the House of Bëor, those who survived, to flee as refugees into Brethil and eventually Dor-lómin. There was a small group of survivors including Baragund, father of Morwen, who managed to survive the battle but died at Tarn Aeluin after being betrayed by Gorlim.

Ladros was a small area of Northeastern Dorthonion that was given to the House of Bëor by Angrod and Aegnor. It was said to be covered in pine forests and steep slopes.

As Dorthonion was covered in many pine forests that were likely made up of a variety of coniferous species of spruces, larches, pines and fir tree families Potential species include Balkan pine, pinedrow fir, Caucasian fir, dark-bark spruce

The climate was cold with little undergrowth in the more forested areas. What undergrowth was found was likely ferns, some herbaceous plants and mushrooms. Huckleberry, wild raspberry, heather, juniper, wintergreen, bilberry, sand myrtle, pine blossom, inkberry, pitcher plant and sundew, reindeer moss, red capped lichen and earth star fungus are all possible examples

Wetter areas like mossy bogs and small lakes would contain a greater variety of plant types; willow (sharp leafed willow, red willow, woolly willow, etc) , alder like gray alder, , and aspen as well as more ferns (water fern, genus Microlepia, etc)

Flora of the cool highlands was mostly grasses with some flowering plants and roots. Cleistogenes, Cymbopogon commutatus (also called incense grass), running mountain grass, purple stemmed cat-tail, etc.

Non grasses might include bedstraw/gaillet, spreading bedstraw, rock jasmine, moss campion, silver thistle, common wintergreen, Alpine clover, yellow dock, mountain rose, cottonsedge, fireweed and more.

Mountain pine and Siberian fir probably grew in less densely forested areas especially in Ladros.

When Dorthonion fell under Morgoth’s rule after Dagor Bragollach, it became the dreaded forest of Taur-nu-fuin, the forest of terror which was dense, dark, and dangerous. There are several kinds of flora directly associated with Taur-nu-fuin in Tolkien’s writing; bearded lichen (not a plant), yew trees, ivy, thorns, and bracken ferns. Less sunlight reached the forest and decay spread throughout which of course brings with it a new kind of biodiversity

Birds of Dorthonion likely include the hazel grouse, great bustard, gray nightjar, landrail, hooded cranes, pied harrier, Montagu’s harrier, Eurasian pygmy owl, gryfalcon, azure tit, bearded reedling, common treekeeper, Merlin falcon, mountain finch and more.

Most of the bird diversity is in the highlands and less forested areas.

Mammals of Dorthonion have some similarities to mammals of Hithlum due to the similar climates however because of the more heavily forested areas of Dorthonion, and the fact that the plains and open spaces were more wild, there are some interesting differences!

Examples include the Chinese goral, Eurasian lynx, wildcat, reed cat, hog badger, mountain hair, Hoplitomeryx, possibly giant elk, mountainous brown bear, ibex, sable, pine marten, tundra wolf, corsac fox, fallow deer, and other smaller mammals related to rabbits and rodents.

Reptile and amphibian biodiversity is low due to climate. The four clawed tortoise (that’s the kind I have!), species of rock lizard, mountain grass lizard, The Amur soft-shelled turtle is also a possibility depending on what sorts of wetlands there are in the more open areas of Dorthonion and Ladros The green toad, agile frog, and Northern newt are possible amphibians.

This is of course only an overview! Please feel free to ask more questions or ask about specific categories.

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