#yandere elrond

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I'm so glad to hear that. I wonder if you could write something for yandere or dark Elves (Thranduil, Gil Galand, Elrond, Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir and others) and female fairy readers? Thanks

as I had to split it into separate posts to avoid making it too lengthy. At the bottom of this post, I’ll leave link to of the second one featuring Glorfindel, haldir, lindir version.

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Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad Versions are below.

🍷𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓲𝓵

Yandere/Dark Elf Thranduil x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

𐂂 Thranduil’s feelings for you, a delicate fairy, become all-consuming. The moment you cross his path, he cannot help but claim you as his own. His pride and love intertwine into an obsession so deep that he believes your existence is meant solely for him. No one else can claim your attention, and if you dare show affection to anyone else, his gaze sharpens with silent fury. He doesn’t just desire you—he needs you, and he will ensure that you belong to him, and only him.

𐂂 As the King of Mirkwood, Thranduil is used to overseeing everything, but for you, his vigilance reaches new heights. No action you take goes unnoticed. He watches from the shadows, a silent observer who knows your every move, your every word, your every gesture. Every smile you share with someone else, every fleeting glance you direct at anyone, only fuels his need to control. He finds a twisted satisfaction in knowing you exist only for him. Even your every breath feels like an affirmation of his possession.

𐂂 Thranduil doesn’t just protect you—he isolates you. While he claims it’s for your own safety, to shield you from the dangers of Middle-earth, it’s really because he wants to have you all to himself. Your world becomes his kingdom, where only his influence reigns. He keeps you close, often forbidding you to leave his side, especially when other males approach. The world outside his kingdom is a threat to him, and thus to you. He won’t let you experience the freedom to wander alone, not when he can guard and control you.

𐂂 When you are near him, Thranduil’s affection becomes overwhelming in its intensity. He lavishes you with touch, his hands lingering too long, his breath hot against your skin. His kisses are possessive, deep, and filled with a sense of desperate longing. He would never let anyone else see his softer side, but in private, with you, he is intense and devoted. “You are mine, melleth nîn,” he whispers, as his lips press against yours, his body leaning into yours as if trying to merge the two of you into one. There’s nothing gentle about his desire; it’s all consuming.

𐂂 Thranduil is masterful at playing on your emotions, twisting his love for you into something that feels suffocating, yet irresistible. He will remind you of his sacrifices, the years he has spent in solitude, waiting for someone like you to step into his world. He speaks of the importance of your bond, how it transcends time and space, as though you were fated to be together. His words echo with a dark promise: “I’ve waited centuries, melleth nîn. You are the light of my life. No one else can share in that light.”

𐂂 The idea of anyone else coming close to you is enough to send him into a silent rage. While Thranduil does not often express his jealousy with words, his actions make it clear. He might suddenly appear by your side, his gaze icy and warning, dismissing anyone who dares to speak to you. He’ll remind you of your place, perhaps even with a curt, biting remark: “Do they think they can woo you, little one? Do not forget who your heart belongs to.” His dark smile lingers as if daring anyone to challenge him.

𐂂 Beneath his royal facade and cold demeanor lies a man who has been emotionally shattered. Thranduil’s past pain from losing his wife has made him incapable of loving anyone freely. But with you, he’s willing to show that side of himself, albeit in a twisted way. He’s not willing to let you go, even when you might want to. His possessiveness is a direct reflection of the fragility of his own heart—he fears losing you as much as he fears being alone again.

𐂂 Thranduil’s protectiveness borders on the dangerous. He feels the need to shield you from everything, even the most innocuous of dangers. If he believes that anyone poses even the slightest threat to you, he will take immediate action, whether it be through manipulation, isolation, or, if necessary, violence. Your safety is paramount to him, but it’s also a way to keep you tethered to him, to remind you that he is the only one who understands the world you live in.

𐂂 In Thranduil’s mind, your relationship is not simply a love story; it is a divine plan, written by the Valar themselves. He cannot fathom a future without you, nor would he allow one to exist. To him, you are the culmination of his existence, the answer to his loneliness, the balm to his wounds. “It was meant to be, my love. No one else will ever take my place in your heart.” His voice is gentle, but there is an unspoken threat hidden behind it—one that assures you that no matter where you go or how you try to leave, you are bound to him forever.

𐂂 Thranduil will not allow you to form connections with anyone else. He is the only one who can give you love and warmth, and he will make sure you never forget that. His affections, though intense and loving in their own way, are the chains that bind you. If you ever try to reach out to others, he will gently (or not so gently) remind you of your place with him. He will shower you with attention, touch, and words of love until you feel as though you cannot breathe without him.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you reaches its peak when he feels as though you are entirely his. He will keep you in his presence, sheltered from the world, and whisper his vows to you. His obsession grows stronger, and he begins to feel the need to mark you as his in every way possible. He wants everyone to know you belong to him, from his gentle caresses to the possessive way he holds you close. He is a king, after all, and you are his queen, in every twisted sense of the word.

Through all of this, there is one truth Thranduil holds dear: his love, no matter how dark, is unwavering. And he will make sure the entire world knows that you are his, and his alone.

𐂂 Thranduil, in his yandere and dark Elf form, sees you, the fairy, as something beyond precious — an ethereal being meant solely for him. His obsession with you goes far beyond any typical affection; you are his possession, a delicate, rare treasure that no one but he deserves to cherish. Your wings, fragile and beautiful, draw him like a moth to a flame, a symbol of your uniqueness and his claim over you.

𐂂 He is intensely possessive over you, watching your every move from the shadows, studying the flutter of your wings as if it is the most captivating thing he has ever seen. Your beauty, small and delicate in comparison to the world around you, drives him to madness. He will do anything to keep you close, to keep others away. No one is allowed to touch you, not even a gentle breeze is allowed to ruffle your wings without his permission. He often asks you not to fly, as it brings too much attention, keeping you grounded in his presence, where he feels you are safest.

𐂂 Thranduil will be affectionate, but in a way that is obsessive and controlling. He runs his fingers gently through your wings, brushing them with reverence, but with an undertone of possessiveness. He touches them slowly, savoring the delicate texture, memorizing the feel of the intricate patterns on them, as if marking them as his own. His fingers graze over your wings possessively, as if to remind you that they — and you — belong only to him. He may even pull you close, wrapping his arms around you, gently pressing your back against his chest so that his touch lingers on your wings for a long moment, just to reaffirm his control.

𐂂 At times, he will whisper things to you, voice low and filled with longing, his words coated with an edge of possessiveness: “These wings are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and they belong to me alone.” The way his eyes darken with desire when he speaks of your wings makes you realize how deeply he craves to possess every part of you, body and soul.

𐂂 When you’re in his presence, Thranduil will often keep his hand firmly around your wrist or your waist, guiding you through the forest, ensuring that no one else dares approach you. His grip will be gentle but firm, never letting you stray too far. The closer you are to him, the more satisfied he feels. His eyes rarely leave you, scanning you for any sign of someone else showing interest or approaching too closely. If someone dares to try to get too close, he will intervene with a cold and calculated subtlety, ensuring that you remain within his sight and his grasp.

𐂂 Thranduil’s love for you is not something he expresses easily. He has closed his heart to many, but for you, he opens it only in private, his vulnerability laid bare beneath his regal and sometimes cold exterior. He will never let you feel abandoned, but his love comes with strings attached. He will lavish you with gifts—rare flowers that only bloom in the deepest parts of Mirkwood, gemstones that shimmer like starlight, and precious treasures. These offerings are his way of marking you, claiming you as his own. “You deserve the finest things, as long as they are from me,” he tells you, his words dripping with pride and possessiveness.

𐂂 His kisses are slow and deliberate, tasting of wine, power, and a long-held yearning. When he kisses you, it’s not just affection—it’s a demand, a claim over your lips, over your body. He holds your chin with a gentle yet unyielding grip, keeping you where he wants you. His kisses are lingering, deep, and possessive, often leaving you breathless and craving more of his touch.

𐂂 Thranduil will be extremely protective of your wings, treating them with a reverence that borders on obsession. He may even commission magical elven items for their protection, ensuring no one harms them or touches them without his permission. At times, he will stroke your wings gently, carefully brushing off any stray twigs or leaves, an action that serves to remind you of his control over you. He will take great care to ensure that no harm comes to your wings, as they are the symbol of your connection to him, of your uniqueness.

𐂂 His jealousy knows no bounds. If anyone dares to even glance at you the wrong way, he will take immediate action. He doesn’t hesitate to show his displeasure, whether it’s through cutting words, subtle threats, or making it clear that he is the only one worthy of your attention. He might even isolate you from others, placing you in a secluded part of the forest, away from prying eyes, where you can only be his. In these private moments, he showers you with adoration, but his possessiveness is ever-present.

𐂂 Thranduil is a master at subtle dominance, taking control of situations without overtly showing it. He expects obedience, but he does not force it—his charisma, his allure, and his overwhelming presence make it impossible for you to resist him. He can sense when you need affection or when you are pulling away, and he will know how to draw you back to him with a tender touch or a possessive word.

𐂂 In his darker moments, when he feels you slipping away or when another threatens to take your attention, his possessiveness turns darker. He becomes more commanding, more insistent. His touch becomes firmer, his kisses more urgent, as if he can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking you from him. “You will stay with me,” he murmurs against your skin, “You are mine, now and forever.”

𐂂 Thranduil’s love, in its darkest form, becomes an all-encompassing obsession, a need that twists his otherwise noble heart. He will never let you go, and anyone who dares to try to take you from him will regret it. His love is possessive, controlling, and suffocating, but beneath it all, he truly believes that you, the fairy, are the only one worthy of his affection, and he will stop at nothing to keep you in his arms, where you belong.

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Yandere/Dark Elf Elrond x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

✶ Elrond’s love for you is all-consuming. His feelings begin to shift from noble affection to something far darker, bordering on possessive obsession. As a half-Elven being, he sees you as a rare and ethereal creature, a being of light that he cannot afford to lose. He watches your every movement with hawk-like precision, your every word echoing in his mind as he tries to predict your every need. He no longer allows you to wander freely in Rivendell without his presence, as the idea of you slipping away—of you being taken from him—is an unbearable thought.

✶ Elrond’s natural inclination towards leadership grows twisted. He wants to control every aspect of your life—where you go, who you speak to, and even what you feel. He convinces himself that his desire to keep you close is for your safety, but it soon becomes apparent that his true desire is to ensure that no one else can reach you, can touch you, or can love you the way he does. His regal demeanor is now a mask for a deeper, darker hunger.

✶ Elrond takes it upon himself to “protect” you from all harm, even if it means isolating you from everyone else. He sees the world beyond Rivendell as a threat, and you, as the one fragile thing in his life, must be kept away from it. He keeps you secluded in Rivendell, taking long walks with you around the same familiar places, refusing to let you venture beyond his sight. At times, he’s even gone so far as to forbid you from speaking to other Elves, or anyone outside his inner circle, lest they distract you from him.

✶ His affection, once gentle and kind, becomes a suffocating force. Every word he speaks is laced with a possessive undertone, as he constantly reaffirms that you are his and his alone. “No one will ever take you from me, meleth nín. You are mine—now and forever.” His words are calm, but they hold a chilling certainty. His love has become a cage, and with each passing day, the walls grow tighter.

✶ Elrond’s gifts become more elaborate and controlling. Instead of simple tokens of affection, he offers you grand, but carefully chosen, presents. He gifts you a garden within Rivendell—a space so secluded and intimate that no one but you and him may enter. He tends to it personally, ensuring that it is a reflection of his mind, where you are the only flower, the only thing that matters. Each gift, though beautiful, is a way for him to mark his claim on you.

✶ Elrond’s jealousy manifests in subtle but intense ways. He doesn’t let you out of his sight if someone else expresses interest in you. If anyone dares to talk to you for too long, his icy gaze is upon them, watching from a distance. He doesn’t need to interfere directly, for the mere thought of you being approached by another is enough to make him act. If he believes a bond could form, even one of friendship, Elrond will intervene, ensuring that person is swiftly removed from your life—whether through politics, influence, or mere intimidation. He justifies it to himself as protecting you from others’ unworthy intentions.

✶ Elrond’s view of the outside world becomes increasingly disdainful. He sees the race of men and other creatures as weak and fleeting. Their desires, their love—they all pale in comparison to what he offers. He’s not concerned about the well-being of the other inhabitants of Middle-earth as much as he is about keeping you safe, but safe in his arms, isolated from everyone else. You’re his, and he’s willing to watch the world burn before he lets anyone take you away from him.

✶ Elrond’s intimacy with you becomes slow, deliberate, and possessive. Every kiss, every touch, feels like a claim—his fingers tracing over your skin as though he’s mapping your soul. When you’re alone, he showers you with affection, but it’s clear it’s for his own satisfaction. His slow kisses hold a forceful edge, as if reminding you that you are bound to him. He presses himself close to you at all times, and his love for you is always coupled with a strong, unyielding possessiveness. “You are the only one for me, melethril nín. Never forget that.”

✶ His speech becomes even more poetic, yet dark and obsessive. “You are the light of my life, my heart, the only soul I would ever sacrifice for.” He speaks in phrases that hint at his belief that you and he are fated—no one else could love you as he does, no one else could understand you as he does. “Forever, meleth nín, forever we will be as one. There is no future without you.” His love has taken on a tone that speaks not of equality, but of possession.

✶ While Elrond remains the wise, composed leader on the surface, behind closed doors, a cold, calculating nature emerges. If you try to defy him, even in the smallest of ways, you will see the mask slip. His words will turn harsher, more commanding, and his hands will grip you with possessive strength. “Do not test me, meleth nín. You belong to me. No matter how far you try to run, you will always return to me. I will not let you leave.” His once calm demeanor will give way to a storm of dominance, and it��s clear that his patience is running thin.

✶ Elrond convinces himself that he’s giving you choices, but in reality, you are always bound by his will. He will take you to places you would enjoy, all while making sure you know he’s the one who chose them for you. You believe you have some semblance of freedom, but with each passing day, it becomes harder to distinguish where your desires end and his control begins.

✶ In his heart, Elrond feels justified, believing that your love for him is written in the stars. He truly believes that this obsessive, possessive love is for your own good, and that no one else could ever love you as deeply or truly as he does. He is your protector, your lover, and your only source of light in a world of darkness. Whether you agree with him or not, Elrond will make sure you never forget it.

✶ Elrond’s protective nature becomes an all-consuming obsession. His love for you, a delicate and ethereal fairy, manifests in a fierce determination to keep you safe, though his definition of safety is one of total isolation. He will not let you leave Rivendell, often insisting that the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile creature like you. His fingers will often trace the delicate bones of your wings, marveling at their beauty, while he quietly tells you, “No one shall harm you while I draw breath, meleth nín. Your wings are too precious for this world.”

✶ Every inch of your being, from the shimmering tips of your wings to the curve of your waist, becomes his to cherish and, at times, to control. Elrond will always find ways to be close to you, touching your wings as if they were extensions of himself. He caresses the edges of your wings softly, his touch slow and deliberate, leaving a possessive mark that lingers. When he holds you, his arms will wrap around you with the intent to feel your wings pressed against his chest, ensuring that you’re physically close to him at all times.

✶ His affection is tender, but it’s always laced with an undeniable sense of dominance. He will often gently pull you into his embrace, running his fingers through your hair or along the delicate veins of your wings. When you sit beside him, he may run his hand along your wing’s edge, each touch a silent claim, and whisper, “You are mine, little one, as much as your wings belong to the heavens.” He has no intention of sharing you with anyone, and the idea of another admiring your wings fills him with a possessive rage.

✶ Elrond, aware of your fairy nature, will often bring you delicacies and treats. These are not merely for sustenance; they are a way for him to further entrench himself in your life. He will feed you by hand, placing small morsels of food on your lips and gazing at you with longing, as if to say, you are mine, even in your smallest acts. His touch will linger after feeding you, fingers grazing over your lips, and he will kiss your hands, the back of your neck, or your wings as if tasting your very essence.

✶ After your physical intimacy, Elrond’s tenderness will extend into slow, affectionate moments where he presses you close to him. His kisses are drawn out and measured, tender but intense. He takes care to brush his lips over your wings, as if savoring the warmth and beauty of them. When he pulls you close, his hands gently hold your wings in place, making sure they’re not crushed under his embrace, as if treating them as fragile treasures that only he is allowed to touch.

✶ Elrond’s dark version sees your wings not only as beautiful but as something to cherish exclusively. He might tie soft silken ribbons around the base of your wings in a delicate and symbolic way, ensuring they are kept close to him and that no one else can see or touch them. The act is one of worship and control, an intimate display of ownership that he ensures only he can ever untie.

✶ In private moments, Elrond might demand your full attention, ensuring you never wander far from him. He’ll pull you into his study, keeping you seated by his side as he reads, one hand absently running over your wings while the other holds his scroll. His voice might grow soft and low, filled with longing and possessiveness, as he murmurs, “There is no need to leave, meleth nín. The world outside is unworthy of you. You belong here, with me, for all eternity.”

✶ Elrond’s dark affection for your wings becomes a form of obsessive worship. He will often gaze at your wings with a mixture of awe and desire, touching them reverently. He knows their delicate beauty, their fragility, and he treats them as something sacred, yet something that only he is allowed to possess. His touch on your wings becomes a constant reminder that no one else should dare come close, that your wings are a symbol of your bond with him alone.

✶ In moments of intimacy, when he feels the need to reassure himself of his control over you, Elrond will whisper sweet promises in your ear. “You are the only one I will ever need,” he would say, his voice low and full of an emotion that is not entirely tender. “Your wings, your soul, your heart—they belong to me, and I will keep them safe forever. No one will take you from me.” His breath will be hot against your neck as he places another kiss on the delicate skin of your shoulder, near the base of your wings, reaffirming the bond between the two of you.

✶ Even when you move about Rivendell or within the safety of your private spaces, Elrond is never far. He watches from the shadows, knowing that your wings and beauty could attract unwanted attention. At the slightest hint of danger or an unfamiliar gaze upon you, he will appear swiftly by your side, wrapping his arm around you possessively and guiding you away with quiet authority, a warning in his eyes to anyone who dares come too close. “You are mine,” he will murmur, his voice dark and commanding, before retreating to the seclusion of his chambers where he can keep you safe and bound to him.

✶ Elrond’s dark love comes with whispered commands. He may order you to stay within certain boundaries of Rivendell, his gaze cold and unyielding when he senses your desire to venture beyond. “The outside world is not for you,” he will say, his words authoritative. “Stay with me, by my side, where you are safe. I will not lose you to anyone, least of all to your foolish whims.”

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Yandere/Dark Elf Gil-galad x Female Fairy Reader Headcanons

🜲 In a dark, yandere interpretation of Gil-galad, the High King of the Noldor, and his interactions with a female fairy reader, things would shift from his normally honorable and composed nature into something far more obsessive and possessive. The darkness of his love for you would twist his noble characteristics, making them intense, controlling, and somewhat unsettling.

🜲 The Obsession as Dark Gil-galad While Gil-galad’s wisdom, nobility, and responsibility are some of his most revered traits, in this yandere version, his wisdom turns to a dangerous kind of obsession. His deep love for you, the fairy, becomes all-consuming. He watches your every move, studying your expressions and habits as if they were pieces of a puzzle he must solve. He becomes fixated on the way you speak, the way you move, even the smallest details of your existence.

🜲 He refuses to let any other male approach you, seeing your beauty and ethereal nature as something only for him. This isn’t out of jealousy, but a deep conviction that your soul belongs to him alone. If anyone shows interest in you, he would subtly, but harshly, remove them from your life, often using his influence as a king to quietly banish anyone who dares to intrude upon what he views as his rightful domain.

🜲 In a dark version of Gil-galad, his protective instincts are not just to safeguard you, but to isolate you from any potential harm. He would keep you hidden from the dangers of Middle-earth—his people, or even the world itself, would be seen as threats. He doesn’t want you to experience the pain and suffering that could be caused by anyone, even if that means keeping you away from everyone but himself.

🜲 Your every move is watched, but he would justify it as “keeping you safe.” Even a mere walk in the garden would be heavily guarded, as he insists on being by your side at all times. He would begin to suppress your own freedom, never truly allowing you to be yourself or experience the world as you once did. But all of this would be done under the guise of “love” and “protection.”

🜲 Yandere Words His speeches would turn darker, more possessive. He might whisper sweet words of devotion in your ear, his voice trembling with an almost manic need to be near you. His compliments would grow more intense, filled with an obsession for you, calling you his “moonlight,” “goddess,” or even “soulmate” in a way that echoes his belief that you were meant to be his, no one else’s.

🜲 He would frequently speak of “forever,” implying that your bond transcends time, both in terms of the literal and metaphorical sense. To him, there is no part of Middle-earth, no piece of reality, where he would let you go. He’d see you as the embodiment of his hopes for the future, the one soul that can make all the pain and sacrifice he’s endured worth it.

🜲 His desire to express his affection would turn into an overwhelming need to make you feel his love. No one else’s affection could compare to his. His words would be poetic, deeply romantic, yet chillingly possessive: “You are the light of my kingdom, the only soul I would ever sacrifice everything for, my love.”

🜲 Possession and Control He would subtly, yet forcefully, begin to control your life. Every decision you make, every moment of your day would somehow revolve around him. Even if you love something that isn’t directly tied to him, he’d make it his mission to make sure that he’s involved in your life. If you spent time alone with someone else, even for something as innocent as a friendly conversation, he would be there, watching from the shadows, ready to swoop in if things went too far.

🜲 His “gifts” for you would be imbued with his own personal touch—perhaps a garden of flowers, but one that only he tends to, so no one else can approach you. Maybe he would create a sanctuary just for you, a private world where no one else can enter, but all of it would be his doing, with no part of your existence outside of his control.

🜲 His affection for you would be obsessive, suffocating at times, but always laced with a veneer of nobility and gentleness. You’d never feel abandoned or unloved, but the weight of his affection would make you feel constantly watched and cared for in a way that feels unnatural. Every time you express love or affection for him, it fuels his obsession. He would respond with a soft smile, but there’s a hint of something darker behind it—this is his love, and no one else’s could ever rival it.

🜲 In private moments, he’d indulge in intense physical affection—holding you tightly, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you deeply, as though reaffirming his claim on your heart. These acts might feel like genuine affection, but the darkness beneath them would be palpable.

🜲 The Darker Side of His Love Behind his serene, composed exterior, there is a growing storm of control. While he keeps up his public persona of the noble High King, in private he’s a much more dangerous figure. If you ever try to leave or express doubt, his demeanor would shift instantly. His voice would turn colder, and his gaze would pierce through you, unyielding. The moment you try to escape, even in the smallest way, he would remind you that you belong to him—body and soul. His calm nature would disappear, and a cold, calculating side of him would emerge to bend you to his will.

🜲 He would say things like, “You are mine, now and forever. You cannot escape me, even if you wish to. You are my heart.” His voice would not falter, his grip on you becoming more vice-like with every passing day.

🜲 The Dark Elf Transformation As a “dark elf” version of Gil-galad, his connection to his people and his responsibilities may remain, but his sense of justice and duty would be warped by his love for you. His obsession would manifest not only in his personal life but also in his role as High King. His decisions as a ruler would begin to revolve around you, prioritizing your desires and safety above the needs of his people or even the greater good.

🜲 Gil-galad would be fascinated by your wings, which symbolize your ethereal beauty and unique nature. He would often trace them gently with his fingers, but it’s clear that this touch goes beyond admiration—he wants to claim them, almost as though he’s marking you as his own. He would insist that you stay near him at all times, fearing that someone might take advantage of your beauty or your wings.

🜲 He would make sure that no one can get too close to you, keeping a vigilant watch over every movement. At times, his concern might be suffocating. If you tried to take a walk in the garden or venture outside of his sight, he would insist on accompanying you, subtly ensuring you don’t go anywhere without him. If necessary, his personal guards would be stationed just outside the door, always on alert, ensuring no one approaches.

🜲 Creating a Sanctuary for you as Gil-galad would craft a private sanctuary just for you, a garden or a room within his palace where you can be alone—yet, even in solitude, he is there, watching over you. He’d fill it with flowers, many of which would be handpicked by him, a symbol of his claim over your heart. These flowers, while beautiful, would be the only ones you’re allowed to interact with. No one else would be permitted to approach them, much like no one is allowed to approach you.

🜲 At times when his fear of losing you overtakes him, he would pull you into his arms and hold you tightly, his chest pressed against yours, as though he could absorb your very essence. His touch would be firm, controlling, but always laced with an undercurrent of love, as though reminding you that you belong to him.

🜲 In private, Gil-galad would whisper words of adoration, calling you his “moonlight” or “little flower,” but in a darker tone, as though every syllable is a reminder of his dominance over you. His kisses would not be the gentle pecks you may have expected, but deep, passionate kisses that feel like a seal of ownership. He would kiss your forehead, your lips, your neck, and even the back of your hands, tracing the outline of your wings with his lips in an attempt to reinforce his connection to you.

🜲 Wings as a Symbol of Ownership His obsession with your wings goes beyond affection. He would often caress them, taking care to gently stroke the feathers. His actions would be both possessive and tender, as if keeping them safe from the world outside his control. He might even ask you to keep your wings wrapped close to you when others are around, subtly instructing you to hide them from view, further isolating you from others.

🜲 Gil-galad’s affection is not just about being near you; it is about controlling your environment. He would make sure you are always surrounded by his presence and by the things that remind you of him. Small tokens, like a necklace with a stone that glows faintly in your presence, would be given as gifts, symbolizing the bond he believes you share.

🜲 Whenever he speaks to you, his words are always full of dark devotion: “You are mine, and only mine,” he’d say with a calm yet possessive tone. He would speak of “forever,” of a bond that transcends time and space, convinced that your souls are intertwined in ways no one can understand. “Even if you wished to leave me, you could never escape,” he would softly murmur, his voice carrying an unsettling certainty.

🜲 In moments when you are lost in thought, reading or gazing into the distance, Gil-galad would watch you intently. He finds your moments of solitude the most beautiful because, in those moments, your wings seem to glow softly in the light, and your beauty is all his. He might approach you slowly, pressing a kiss to your temple or whispering sweet words that make you aware of his unwavering presence.

🜲 Isolating You Any potential threat, whether it’s a person or even a situation, would be swiftly dealt with. If a person expresses interest in you, he would use his kingly influence to subtly remove them from your life. At times, his methods would be underhanded, ensuring that you remain alone with him. His desire for exclusivity extends to every part of your life—your social interactions, your time, your freedom—everything is carefully curated by Gil-galad.

[queenstarlight2]

We meet again, with devious thoughts in our heads.

Yandere Thranduil and Elrond (2k) summary: Thranduil and Elrond make a plan to take what is theirs part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Elrond's private quarters were large and richly appointed, with tall ceilings and intricately carved wooden panels on the walls. The fireplace stood in the center of the room, with an oversized couch facing it, adorned with comfortable cushions and a plush rug on the floor. A heavy oak desk sat in the corner of the room, stacked high with paperwork and a few small trinkets. The room was lit with several oil lamps placed around, casting a warm, flickering light.

Elrond was already waiting for him in his private quarters when Thranduil arrived. He stood near the fireplace, a glass of wine in hand, as he turned to look at Thranduil with a serious expression on his face.

As Thanduil entered the room, he could feel the tension in the air, thick like a fog enveloping the room. Elrond was still standing by the fireplace, his eyes fixed upon Thanduil with a serious expression. Thanduil could feel a sense of irritation rising within him, though he tried to keep his cool and maintain a neutral expression. Elrond, too, could feel the undercurrent of tension, and he took a small sip of his wine, watching Thranduil with a calculated gaze.

"Come in, and close the door behind you," Elrond said, his voice quiet but firm. Thanduil did as he was instructed, closing the door with a click. He stood there for a moment, his eyes studying Elrond as he waited for him to speak first.

Elrond remained silent for a moment before finally speaking. "You know why I asked you here," he said, his voice low. "We need to discuss our arrangement and our plans for Star."

Thranduil let out a small sigh, his irritation beginning to show. "I'm aware of that," he said, his voice tight. "But I don't see why you had to interrupt my time with her."

Elrond's eyes flicked up to meet Thranduil's. "It wasn't my intention to interrupt your 'time' with her," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "But you were getting a little too pushy, and I felt it necessary to intervene."

Thanduil bristled at the comment, his irritation rising. "Pushy? I was simply trying to get to know her better. You have no right to dictate how I interact with her."

Elrond took a step closer to Thranduil, his eyes narrowing. "And I have every right to intervene when I feel necessary. We both agreed to share her, remember?"

Thranduil clenched his jaw, his irritation becoming harder to control. "I do remember," he said through gritted teeth. "But that doesn't mean you have to step in every time I get close to her."

Elrond let out a small scoff. "It does when you start to get too possessive," he said, his voice sharp. "We have an agreement, and I expect you to respect it."

Thranduil couldn't contain his frustration any longer. "Respect?" he said, his voice rising. "Respect is a two-way street, Elrond. You can't just tell me to back off whenever it suits you."

Elrond's expression tightened, his irritation mirroring Thranduil's. "And you can't just waltz in and claim her as your own," he said, his voice hardening. "We both have an equal stake in her, and we both have to make sacrifices."

Thranduil's eyes flashed with anger. "Sacrifices? What sacrifices have you made?" he demanded. "You spend every waking moment with her, while I barely get a conversation with her without you inserting yourself."

Elrond's jaw clenched, his irritation matching Thranduil's. "Perhaps if you were more subtle in your approach, I wouldn't have to 'insert myself,'" he shot back. "You're too obvious, too pushy. You're going to scare her away if you're not careful."

Thranduil let out a scoff. "And what do you suggest? That I sit back and let you win her over completely?"

Elrond's expression hardened. "What I suggest is that you learn to control yourself and your emotions," he said, his voice firm. "We're supposed to be working together, remember? Not fighting over her like two cats in heat."

Thranduil let out a frustrated sigh, his irritation slowly ebbing. "Fine," he said, his voice less vehement but still taut. "I'll try to be more subtle, but only if you promise to back off a bit as well. We need to find a balance here."

Elrond studied Thranduil for a moment, his expression becoming a bit more relaxed as he considered the proposal. After a long pause, he nodded. "Alright," he said, his voice softer. "I'll try to back off a bit if you do as well. But I hope you realize the importance of not scaring her away. We don't want to risk losing her entirely."

Thranduil's gaze shifted, his expression becoming more pensive as he considered their options. After a moment, he spoke up again, his voice quieter this time.

"You know," he said, his tone measured. "There might be a... more drastic solution."

Elrond looked at Thranduil, his expression one of wary curiosity. "Go on," he said, gesturing for him to continue.

Thranduil's expression turned serious as he met Elrond's gaze. "What if we were to take her... by force, so to speak?" he said, his voice low. "She wouldn't be able to resist, and we could have her all to ourselves."

Elrond's eyes widened in surprise, his expression filled with a mix of shock and disbelief. "Kidnapping her? Are you serious?" he asked, his voice betraying his disbelief. "That's a little extreme, don't you think?"

Thranduil could feel his irritation rising at Elrond's reaction. "How else do you suggest we ensure her cooperation?" he asked, his voice tight. "She's not going to willingly come to us, not when she's constantly being pulled in two directions."

Elrond shook his head, his expression growing more serious. "I understand the need for her cooperation," he said, his voice firm but calmer now. "But kidnapping her is not the solution. We can't just force her to do what we want, and we can't risk harming her in the process."

Elrond thought for a moment, his expression becoming more pensive. "You're right," he said, his voice more thoughtful now. "I could slip a sleeping herb into her tea during our tea date tomorrow. It would be subtle enough that she wouldn't suspect anything, and I could ensure that the drug takes effect by the time she reaches your chambers."

Thranduil nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. "That could work," he said, his voice more confident now. "And as a healer, you'll know exactly what dosage to give her to ensure she's out long enough for us to get her here without any interruptions."

Elrond looked away for a moment, his expression becoming hesitant. "but I really don't like this," he said, his voice quiet. "She trusts me. I don't like the idea of drugging her without her consent."

Thranduil let out a scoff, his expression hardening. "It won't matter once she's in our arms," he said, his voice firm. "She'll be ours, and she'll have no choice but to accept it. We need to do whatever it takes to ensure that she stays with us."

Elrond let out a sigh, his expression wavering. He knew that Thranduil was right, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came with the idea of drugging their unwilling guest. "I just hope this doesn't backfire on us," he said, his voice low.

Thranduil leaned back against the couch, trying to appear nonchalant. "Come on, Elrond," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You know it's for the best. We both want her, and this is the quickest and easiest way to ensure that we get what we want."

Thranduil leaned forward, his eyes intense as he spoke. "Imagine what it would be like," he said, his voice low. "Having her all to ourselves, at our mercy, unable to resist us. We could do whatever we wanted with her, make her completely ours."

Thranduil continued, his voice growing even more persuasive and seductive. "And think of all the things we could do to her," he said, his eyes dark and intent. "We could lavish her with attention and pleasure, show her that we're the ones she truly desires. She would be a quivering mess in our arms, begging for more."

Elrond's expression remained neutral, but there was a hint of a flush on his cheeks as he listened to Thranduil words. He tried to hide it, but he could feel a stirring of desire and excitement within him at the thought of having her completely at their mercy.

Thranduil noticed the shift in Elrond's demeanor, and he leaned forward, his eyes fixed upon him. "I know you want her, Elrond," he murmured, his voice soft and seductive. "You can't deny it. I see the way you look at her, the way your eyes follow her every move. You want her just as badly as I do, and you know it's only a matter of time until you give in."

Elrond closed his eyes, trying to resist the lure of Thranduil words. But the heat in his stomach was growing stronger, and his mind kept conjuring up images of her in their arms, submitting to their will. He knew it was wrong, but the idea was becoming harder and harder to discard.

Thranduil sensed Elrond's weakening resistance, and he took advantage of the opportunity. He moved even closer, his body almost touching Elrond's. "Just think of how good it will feel to have her in our arms," he whispered, his voice silky and persuasive.

"To know that she's all ours, to do with as we please. You know you want it, Elrond. Just give in to your desires."

Elrond let out a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of Thranduil words and touch. He closed his eyes and whispered, his voice rough with desire, "I want her. I want her just as badly as you do."

A satisfied smile spread across Thranduil's face, and he let out a small, victorious chuckle. He knew he had won, and he knew Elrond would not back down now. He moved closer, his hand gripping Elrond's thigh a little bit tighter. "Good," he said, his voice smooth and low. "Then we're agreed. We'll give her the sleeping herb tomorrow, and we'll bring her here to our chambers. And then, she'll be ours."

Thranduil nodded in agreement, his expression determined and filled with desire. "Agreed," he said, his voice low and firm. "We'll make her ours tomorrow. And then, we'll have the pleasure of seeing her submit to us, body and soul."

Elrond's heart was racing, his body tense with a mixture of excitement and guilt. He knew they were making a terrible decision, but the allure of Star was too strong to resist. He nodded in agreement, his voice quiet. "Agreed," he echoed. "Tomorrow, she'll be ours."

Thranduil rose from the couch, his expression satisfied and confident. "I'll leave you to your thoughts then," he said, his voice smooth. "We'll reconvene tomorrow after your tea date with her. And then, we'll set our plan into motion."

Elrond watched Thanduil leave, his mind still reeling with a mixture of emotions. He knew he should feel guilty, but the desire that coursed through him was too strong to ignore. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself and prepare for what was to come.

(I'm about to wrap up this series in the next two/one chapters ;3. I'm getting a bit bored and i wasn't prepared to make it a proper series so there are gaps lol and it annoys me )

[gulnarsultan]

Yandere young elrond

We all know how much praise you have for the personality of Elrond. Elrond was a true gentleman. But that doesn't mean it doesn't have a dark side. I especially think that young Elrond will listen more to the voice of his feelings. So he will be more willing to ignore his logic. Young Elrond is more possessive, meaning he is not afraid to show his possessiveness. He believes you need him. That's why he will be there to help you in many moments of your life. Young Elrond asks for his opinion on many of the decisions in your life. It's kind of advocating for the two of you to make decisions together. It will not harm you physically or mentally. But that doesn't mean it won't punish you with manipulation and emotional guilt. Honestly his yandere tendencies are hard to spot. Maybe it's easier to understand when you're younger. For this you need to analyze it very carefully. He gives you many gifts. He will show you his love through acts of service. It will follow you. Moreover, it does it in such a way that you do not even suspect it.

[floatyflowers]

You are the daughter of Sauron and everyone is obsessed with you as they are obsessed with the rings.(Part 1)

"Everyone was aware that falling in love with you was madness, given your father's identity. Still, no one minded as long as they could have you by their side."

Morgoth/Melkor

He is obsessed with you as much as he is obsessed with the Silmarils.

Doesn't care if you are the daughter of his servant, he wants you.

Despite your refusal of Morgoth's advences, Sauron encourages you, and wanting to please your father, you decided to try and please Melkor.

"Your soul and body are mine like those silmarils"

He crafted a necklace made out of one of the Silmarils, gifting it to you as a token of your unity.

Thankfully, the Valar captured him after the battle of Wrath, however you already left him before the battle.

Maedhros

You met him while he was in Thangorodrim, getting tormented by your father.

At that time Morgoth was imprisoned in Angband, so you were free from his obsessed jealousy.

However, after seeing the handsome red-haired elf for the first time, you decided to take care of him and try to free him, feeling sympathy and gulit.

After freeing him with the help of his cousin Fingon who had to cut off his hand to free him, Maedhros tried to convince you to escape with him, as you handed him the Silmaril Morgoth gave you.

"Come with me, you will find peace away from your father's clutches"

And you did leave with him when you realize how awful Sauron is.

But your decision is like falling into another trap.

As Maedhros appeared to be the same as Morgoth in causing violence.

Celebrimbor

After discovering what Maedhros and his brothers have done to their kin, you fled without a second thought.

And as years passed, you kept yourself hidden wandering alone, until you met Celebrimbor whom you find his knowledge remarkable.

You thought of leaving when you discovered that he is the nephew of Maedhros, but his generosity tempted you to stay, and you did.

Honestly, you thought you found peace with him in the safety of his home, but that was never the case, Celebrimbor was possessive and refused to let you leave.

He crafted special rings to keep you safe from danger, and also to keep you in love with him.

"Your pain, your pleasure, your every thought belongs to me. You're mine to command and possess."

Celebrimbor thought he owned you, until Annatar 'Sauron' came into the picture and corrupted Celebrimbor into making the rings.

Sauron/Annatar 'platonic'

Sauron didn't realize how much you meant to him until you ran away.

He almost went insane and never stopped searching for you.

So, when he encountered Celebrimbor, he didn't expect to see you, and deep down it steered horrible jealousy at the sight of you, his only child, happy with Celebrimbor.

Adding to this, he noticed Celebrimbor's obessesive behavior towards you and how he tried to keep you away from his sight.

What is more amusing to Annatar is that you didn't discover his disguise.

So, he decided to reveal it to you.

"How sad that you don't remember your father, my sweet child"

You warn Celebrimbor about your father before handing him the rings he made for you and leaving.

Elrond

You knew Elrond since Maglor, brother of Maedhros, was the one fostered him and his twin brother, Elros.

So, seeing him after so many years surprised you and what made you feel shy is the fact that he invited you to stay with him at his realm.

You decided to take on his offer because you didn't want to keep on wandering in the middle earth after you did for many years.

Actually, you came to his realm after his wife decided to leave to the Undying Lands.

And Elrond is the only one who felt like he wanted to marry you but he decided not to act on it to not frighten you.

Especially after everything you told him about others 'locking you up' and 'refusing to let you leave'

Actually he witnessed how his foster Uncle treated you, so he understood where you are coming from.

"Do not worry, Nin meld, you are safe here with me, I promise to protect you from any danger."

[queenstarlight]

yall im think abt making a comeback and posting on tumblr, what would yall like me to make content of? (this would be over all my fandoms, mostly lotr and hannibal) i posted this on my second account queenstarlight2 as well

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 #𝟐

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Spider-Man (Spider-Verse)

Your Sweet Neck (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Only You, Darling (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Come Back to Me, It’s Almost Easy (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Late Night Moments With Miguel O’Hara (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Between Your Thighs (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Yandere!Miguel O’Hara Hcs

I Need You to Stay (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

We’re Both Sinners (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Don’t Think You Can Escape (Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Welcome to the Family (Miguel O’Hara & Spider!Teen!F!Reader)

You Set My Soul Alight (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Yellow Night Has Had Enough (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Restless Night (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Noxious (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

I Want to Destroy Me so I’ll Feel Better (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

You’re Right By My Side (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Tell Me How U Feel (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Final Fantasy

baby, i’m yours (Biggs x F!Reader)

Dangerous, Tainted and Flawed as You (Biggs x F!Reader)

Game of Thrones

Be With Me (Robb Stark x F!Reader)

Mortal Kombat

When Their S/O Draws a Painting of Them… (Cassandra Cage, Hanzo Hasashi, & Erron Black…)

Hanzo Hasashi Drabbles #1

Tomas Vrvada Drabbles #1 #2

Trigun Stampede

I’mma Haunt Your Dreams (Nicholas D. Wolfwood x F!Reader)

The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings

Kili Durin Blurbs #1 #2

Thorin Oakenshield Blurbs #1

Thranduil Blurbs #1

Can I Not Think? Will You Love This Part of Me? (Elrond x GN!Reader)

On Vit Dans Cette Love Story (Legolas x F!Reader)

You’re Gonna Wish You Never Had Met Me (Kili Durin x F!Elf!Reader) Ending 1 | Ending 2 , Coming soon!!

It’s Just a Small Cut! (Legolas x GN!Reader)

Practice Makes Perfect (Legolas x F!Hobbit!Reader)

A War of Ice and Fire Preview (Thorin Oakenshield x F!Targaryen!Reader)

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon Blurbs #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

Watercolor Eyes (S2 Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Baby, You’re No Good For Me (S1-2 Daryl Dixon x F!Walsh!Reader) Part 2 | Part 3

When You Come See Me (S2-3 Daryl Dixon x F!Grimes!Reader)

Payment-In-Kind (Shane Walsh x F!Dixon!Reader)

‘Til I Know You’re Mine (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Don’ Say a Damn Thing (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Darlin’, Don’t Lie, It’s Okay That You Crave Me (Daryl Dixon x F!Virgin!Reader)

I Will Love You ‘Til the End of Time (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Daryl Dixon w/ Lady Gaga Songs (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

Closer (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

[emwritessometimes]

What I’ll write

Dreamsmp

Dreamwastaken

Georgenotfound

Sapnap

Karl Jacobs

Wilbur soot

Tubbo

Tommyinnit

Quakity

Maze runner

Thomas

Newt

Minho

Gally

Teresa

(Any movie set)

Umbrella Academy

Luther

Diego

Alison

Klaus

Five

Ben (sparrow and umbrella versions)

Viktor

Lila

(Any season set)

Avengers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Thor

Loki

Natasha

Wanda

MJ

(Any movie set)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

(Any movie set)

Lord of the Rings

Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Boromir

Faramir

Frodo

Pippin

Samwise

Merry

Arwin

The Hobbit

Thranduil

Legolas

Tauriel

Thorin

Pirates of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow

Will Turner

Elizabeth Swan

Rings of Power

Galadriel

Elrond

Isildur

Elanor

Eärien

Bronywm

Theo

Throndir

Ontomo

Poppy

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Mirage

Arcee

Bumblebee

Cheetor

Airazor

Mandolorian

Din Djarin (Mando)

Bo-Katan

Cara Dune

Call of Duty

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

John Price

Shadow and bone

Alina Starkov

Mal aretov

Max Brekker

Jesper Fahny

Matthias

Aleksander

Dylan

Nina Zenik

Zoya

Inej

Genja Sadfin

Nikolai Lantsov

Pekka Rollins

Tolya

David Kostyk

Cobra Kai

Miguel

Robby

Hawk(Eli)

Sam

Tory

Moon

Kenny

Demetri

Anthony

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie

Alastor

Vaggie

Adam

Lute

Emily

Vox

Angel dust

Husk

Sir penstious

Cherry bomb

Lucifer

School Buss Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ashlyn Banner

Ben Clark

Tyler Hernandez

Taylor Hernandez

Logan Fields

Maverick

Ready player one

Wade Watts (Parzival)

Samantha Cook (Art3mis)

I will also write

Smut (for certain characters)

Fluff

Angst

Platonic

Yandere

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Please let me know if there are any other shows or movies that you would like to see! I will try my best to get to everyone. Send a request and I will see if I can do it.

For some of these characters I am uncomfortable doing any kinda of smut considering some of them are teenagers. But other than that yall pretty much have free reign. Yall can also be anonymous if yall want to

Also sorry it’s so long. I wanted yall to be able to choose freely

🌺❤️🫶

[reinekes-fox]

Okay i wanna try to remember everything i wanna say.

Spoilers... probably alot!! Sorry.

I'm gonna number this!:

1. I loved being able to play the game all over again because it felt new to me even tho duh it's not.

2. I liked being a dove. It was my first playthrough as a dove and i was suprised at the optional dove RO even tho we've encountered her before.

3. I still think jonah is absolutely adorable omg.

4. Chase is still a goddamn menace but again romancing him as a Dove just hits different. I still have to do my baby elronds route again and astroria is actually scary. Her and marcel gimma the creeps no lie 🤣 I'd take the yandere aka droznik over them anyday.

Getting onto the update:

1. I still think basti is hot even tho he wants to kill me. Like bruh just lemme flirt with you're dead ass 😒

2. I'm gonna murder Adam!!! Legit. Especially if you were all flirty with him before. My poor baby MC he just thought the dude liked him.

3. Our mother still sucks.

4. Can i stop like dying???!!! 7 on 1 is cowardice 😒 also love how Chase literally kisses us out of a trance.

5. I was not expecting Drozniks' revelation at all!!!! That threw me for a whole loop.

6. There is a scene at the hospital you probably can't fix tho where on his route he helps you get dressed but then all of a sudden Its Fuschia, which confused tf out of me ngl 🤣

I loveeeeeeed the update. Like I've been playing it the whole day and it's like almost 5pm now. I seriously am so obsessed with this i dont think you really get it.

Curses to your goddamn laptop tho because now i gta wait like forever to reach a conclusion to all the unfinished bits and it's torture. Yes yes i know I'm sorry 😞 it sucks for you too but i just wanna side eye your laptop once.

Never apologise! This gives me really meaningful insight as to what the players can’t reach because of my spaghetti code!

(Actually played through it today myself and man it’s bad… so much stuff is missing, tangled that characters who have no business showing up so just show up, you can do things you shouldn’t be able to do)

1. Why don’t you give raven (or beizen again) a chance? :3 they actually got something new in store!

2. every volery will have its own unique RO, most will just show up later! (Because I don’t want to add even more variables to the birthday…)

3. Jonah is a knight in shining armour.

4. Oh can I maybe interest you in giving Marcels route a chance? And poor Astoria, she just wants to put a ring on your finger :(

Update (yes let me know all you liked!)

1. in one route he will save your life actually!

2. poor Adam was just as shocked as you were! „Fuck that hot guy is talking to a vampire…“ and he will write you later, feeling really bad about it!

3. mother dearest, the sad thing is that she actually improved from when she raised MC!

4. oh you aren’t dead just yet! Kind stranger saved you! And yeah chases kiss too

5. that was my plan all along!

6. that happens everywhere it’s awful 😭

How do you think I am feeling, sitting on all this stiff in my head but I can’t write it 🥲 it’s horrible… I have so much stuff I want to put in there… but I can’t…

[oughtnots]

cringetober day 12 - yandere

i had to draw this in the car on the way to a concert but i am so dedicated to the cringe that i did. anyway we have a running joke with @amekinoko about yandere elrond so. well.

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.☘︎ ݁˖ A Court of Thorns and Roses

Azriel, Cassian, Eris, Jurian, Lucien, Nesta, Rhys, Tamlin, Tarquin

.☘︎ ݁˖ Avatar the Last Airbender

Aang, Azula, Katara, Mai, Sokka, Suki, Ty Lee, Zuko

.☘︎ ݁˖ Baldur's Gate 3

Astarion, Dammon, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Lae'zel, Minthara, Wyll

.☘︎ ݁˖ Gladiator / Gladiator II

Caracalla, Geta, Lucius, Marcus Acacius, Maximus

.☘︎ ݁˖ House of the Dragon

Aemond, Alicent, Daemon, Helaena, Jacaerys, Rhaenyra

.☘︎ ݁˖ The Silmarillion / The Hobbit / Lord of the Rings / Rings of Power

✧ Aegnor, Angrod, Caranthir, Celebrimbor, Celegorm, Curufin, Ecthelion, Feanor, Finarfin, Fingolfin, Fingon, Finrod, Galdor, Gil-Galad, Glorfindel, Maedhros, Maeglin, Maglor, Nerdanel, Rog, Turgon ✧ Bard, Bilbo, Feren, Fili, Kili, Lindir, Meludir, Tauriel, Thorin, Thranduil ✧ Aragorn, Arwen, Celeborn, Elrond, Eomer, Eowyn, Faramir, Frodo, Galadriel, Haldir, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam ✧ Adar, Arondir, Sauron/Annatar

.☘︎ ݁˖ Star Wars

Ahsoka, Anakin, Darth Maul, Din Djarin, Obi-Wan, Padme, Rex

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☙Introduction:

ℋello loves !!! A bit about me , I am an April taurus. She/Her. Birthday is 4/26. I am 5’2 ½ ft. tall ! I am a brown POC 🇮🇳 [Person of Color]. ਖਾਸ ਤੌਰ 'ਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪੰਜਾਬੀ ਹਾਂ [yes i used google translate for this , but I am currently still learning]I love reading and writing! [of course I do , why would I be here ? Sorry that was kinda stupid ���] ← I do that a lot. [put my own personal thoughts & commentary in brackets] I apologize for that beforehand 😅 I find myself doing that a lot in any of my writing. But I will try to limit myself as much as possible. I also love rainy weather , and hot chocolate !!🚩PINEAPPLE DOESN’T BELONG ON PIZZA, get that shit off of there 👊🚩I also hate peas . I hate them thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much. Matar [peas] belong in the gutter. One more thing , I have MDD [Maladaptive Daydream Disorder]. And I use fanfictions as an escapism method. But anyways, I cannot wait to meet you and write things for you. [lemme spoil u bbg 😘 😝]

☙rules & regulations:

♥I will write fluff , smut , angst & yandere 🤭

♥Drabbles are around 800-1k words , full fics can be anywhere from 1k-3k-5k

♥ 🚩THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN YANDERE FICS 🚩

♥ Hate will not be tolerated on this blog, if you do not like my content then block me lmao

☙who i will write for:

fandoms:

♥Marvel : Steve Rogers , Bucky Barnes , Loki , Thor , Clint , Natasha Romanoff , Tony Stark , Sam Wilson , T’challa , Shuri , Kukulkan [anyone else you may wish] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Star Wars : Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan Kenobi , Luke Skywalker , Han Solo , Abedala , Princess Leia [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

♥Lord of the Rings / Fellowship of the Ring : Legolas , Thranduil , Aragorn , Haldir , Elrond , Lindir [anyone else you may think of] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Footballers[Soccer Players] : Anyone and Everyone baby 🇵🇹🇲🇽🇫🇷🇦🇷🇧🇷🇪🇸🇭🇷🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 [god I have THE BIGGEST hyperfixation on them rn😚😆] 💚SEND REQUESTS PLSSSS 💚

♥DBH/Detroit Become Human : Connor , Markus , Hank , Ralph [he´s so underrated , god😭] Kiara [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for 🚩

♥Resident Evil : Leon Kennedy , Chris , [anyone else you may want] 🚩Not Currently in the Mood for Writing for🚩

☙yandere oc´s :

Yandere pro Athlete [🤭] : ♥Bandaging him when he gets hurt

♥Him getting jealous over your fans [Athlete reader]

♥Finding out you play a sport[Athlete reader]

💚 Send Requests for him pleaseeeee 😭 💚

Yandere Model : ♥Introduction/drabble

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All my Masterlist below

I’ve organized everything so you can easily find what you’re looking for without needing to scroll down My page. ❤️‍🔥🤌

Character list - Click here

Headcanons -Thranduil Gil-Galad Elrond Legolas Lindir Haldir Glorfindel Meludir

New year 2025 - Thranduil Gil-Galad Elrond

Underneath the Mistletoe- Thranduil Gil-Galad Elrond Haldir Glorfindel Legolas

Christmas elven winter- Thranduil Elrond Gil-Galad Celeborn Celebrimbor Haldir Lindir Glorfindel Erestor Meludir Elladan Elrohir

elves react to a daring surprise kiss from reader/you while drunk on wine at a festival - Thranduil, Elrond Gil-galad, Celebrimbor Lindir, Haldir, Elrohir, Elladan

Gems of the forgotten love, gift for future (thranduil) - Part 1 Another part learned lesson

A birthday of his own (Gil-galad)- Part 1 Part 2

Elves reacting their you saving their life’s - Thranduil, Elrond, Círdan Gil-Galad, Haldir Glorfindel, Celeborn Celebrimbor Legolas Elladan, Elrohir

Elves how would they react to their human s/o being so…human with their ‘odd quirks’ by elven standards - Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-Galad Lindir, Erestor, Glrofindel Celeborn, Haldir, Círdan, Adar Feren, Meludir, Galion, Elros Legolas, Elladan, Elrohir

Yandere/dark elves x female fairy reader - Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-Galad Glorfindel, Haldir, Lindir Feren, Meludir, Galion Elros Legolas, Elrohir, Elladan, Erestor, Celeborn Adar Celebrimbor

You Slapping their Butt and Calling them “Dummy Thick” in Front of Everyone - Thranduil, Elrond, Celeborn Lindir, Erestor, glorfindel Elladan, Elrohir Legolas, Meludir, feren, Galion, Elros Gil-Galad, Círdan, Haldir Adar

Elves reacting to human/mortal being human-self with openly affection and physically - Thranduil Elrond Gil-Galad Celeborn,Erestor, Legolas Galion, Elros, Feren Elladan, Elrohir Círdan Haldir Lindir Meludir Glorfindel Another thranduil, Elrond, Gil-galad

Elves with A bittersweet tale with heartwarming ending x mortal reader - Thranduil, Legolas, Haldir, Elrond

You who is initially afraid of elves but eventually warm up and befriend them - Elrond, Glorfindel, Elladan

Elves reacting to your ice powers - Thranduil, Elrond

Elves reacting to you being dragon - Elrond, Glorfindel, Legolas

Elves reacting to cheeky/snarky reader flirting with them - Celeborn, Gil-galad, Thranduil

Elves reacting to you Shapeshifting - Elrond, Glorfindel, Elrohir

You/reader surpassing lord Elrond at healing - Elrond

Feren x hobbit reader - Here

Princess of Mirkwood forbidden romance - Galion, Meludir

Elves reacting to you writing a book about them and that got popular - Elrond, Thranduil, Haldir

Elves reacting to their s/o being sad and how they would comfort them - Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir

Elrohir react to you being hurt - Elrohir

Tangled strands of affection - Elladan Haldir

Healing in the quiet: Elrond care - Elrond

The burn of the past thranduil’s dragon fire scar revealed - Thranduil

When the table turn: Hero’s need saving - Elrond, Gil-Galad, Círdan, Haldir, Legolas

A Touch of a home - Glorfindel, Feren

Gil-Galad Courtship x elf reader - Gil-Galad

Through his eyes, her perfection - Thranduil

A love unspoken, finally heard - Lindir

Mad science in middle-earth- Thranduil, Elrond, Legolas

Innocent Words, Flustered Hearts- Thranduil, Elrond, Gil-Galad Legolas

Bites of Affection: the Art of Being Bitten - Thranduil Elrond Gil-Galad

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A terrible day in heaven

Yandere Elrond and Thranduil (816 words) credits to this post and creator https://www.tumblr.com/gulnarsultan/706766245129781249/yandere-thranduil-and-yandere-elrond-agree-to?source=share

It was a calm and peaceful day in Rivendell, people were drinking tea in the garden, elves were making idle conversation, and the twins were causing trouble. It was a perfectly normal day in Rivendell but for Thranduil and Elrond this day was made for agreement, for an advantage, for a shared desire. 

The air in Elrond's private chambers felt thick with tension as Thranduil and Elrond sat on plush couches, gazing into the fire that crackled in the fireplace. The soft light of the flames danced over their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Thranduil turned to Elrond and spoke, "She belongs to us, does she not?"

Elrond met Thranduil's gaze, his eyes dark and intense. "Yes, she does. But we must be careful. She is breakable and fragile. We must not scare her away."

Thranduil nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. "I know. We cannot rush this, or we risk losing her forever."

But despite his words, the yearning in his eyes betrayed his impatience.

Elrond leaned back against the cushions and ran his hand through his hair, his voice tight with frustration. "But how long can we wait? I feel my desire growing stronger every moment we don't have her in our arms."

Thranduil's eyes darkened, the possessive fire within him burning brighter at Elrond's words. "I feel the same. The thought of her being with someone else, of her heart being claimed by another..."

Thranduil and Elrond both grew quiet as they thought about the object of their desire, the fire in the fireplace casting an almost romantic glow over the room.

Thranduil spoke quietly changing the subject  "She is breathtaking. Her beauty is unlike anything I have ever seen in any human. And by elven standards, she would be considered very desirable."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his eyes distant as he recalled her face in his mind. "Yes, she is unlike any other human. There is a grace about her that I cannot describe. And her beauty... it is simply captivating. I find myself drawn to her in a way that I never have been before."

Elrond nodded in agreement, his own need for the girl growing stronger by the day. "Yes, she is. We cannot allow anyone else to have her. We have to make sure she knows that she is meant to be with us."

Elrond's hand ran through his hair again, a nervous habit he had developed in the days since they had first seen the girl. "But how do we convince her? She's young and naïve. What if she doesn’t understand our desires?"

Thranduil nodded agreeing he soon spoke "That is a valid concern. We don't want her to feel manipulated. But we also can't just go up to her and confess our feelings."

Elrond nodded and responded "No, that would likely scare her off. We need to take things slowly. Ease her into the idea of being with both of us."

Thranduil and Elrond sat in silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts before Thranduil spoke up. "We must figure out how this is going to work."

Elrond nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, we need to discuss the terms of our agreement. How we will share her, and what our expectations are."

Thranduil stood up and began pacing the room, his mind racing as he thought about how to approach the situation. Thranduil spoke, "We should make sure she understands that we both care for her and that we will both be an important part of her life.”

Elrond responds to him "Yes, I agree. We should also make sure that she knows that neither of us will try to dominate her or make her choose between us. We both have a claim on her, and she will have a claim on us as well."

Thranduil stopped and faced Elrond, his expression intense. "We must be careful to avoid jealousy between us. We should always be open and communicate clearly with each other about our feelings."

Elrond nodded again, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Yes, I agree. But it won't be easy. We are both already possessive of her. The thought of her being with you, when I want her, is already difficult to bear."

Both men were silent for a moment, the weight of their situation heavy in the air. Thranduil finally spoke up, his voice more solemn than before "I think we have covered everything for now. We have agreed to share her and to be careful not to let our jealousy and possessiveness get the best of us. Is there anything else we should discuss?"

Elrond shook his head, his expression thoughtful. "No, I don't think so. We just need to make sure we keep our word and treat her with the love and care she deserves."

With a nod of agreement, the two men rose from their seats and walked to the door.

Thranduil looked at Elrond his voice quiet "Then I think we are done for now. We will talk again soon?" Elrond nodded "Yes, soon."

They left the room, each lost in their thoughts as they both quietly contemplated their plan to share the girl they had both fallen for.

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Landscaping your mind - 100 Followers series - Unfinished and uncontinued

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Hiya :) Eli here!  I have a few rules, so here’s what I’ve got.

Things that aren’t going to change

- I write with gender neutral pronouns (they/them).

- Don’t send me things about content creators that are offensive and likely harmful. I have had a few of these in the past and I beg you not to.

- Don’t say (or ask me to say) anything rude directed at any content creator, blogger, etc..

- Inbox and DMs are always open

- I will not tolerate any discriminative behaviour in my inbox, DMs, replies, reblogs, etc. The internet should be a kind and welcoming place where everyone is equal.

DOs

- Suggestive/innuendos (if you want)

- x readers

- Kinds of stories: Headcanons, full stories, drabbles, multi-part stories (e.g. asking for a sequel/prequel/follow-up)

- I will, on occasion, ship. Anything ship related will be tagged with: “[fandom]shipping” “shipping” “[ship name]”

- Request a Hermit, Traffic Series member (I may turn down DL requests depending on if I can work around the soulmate issue), EVO member, etc..

- I’m also a Tolkien, X-Files , Pokemon, and DC nerd, so if you want to talk about those or request someone, hit me up :D For Tolkien fics, just specify if you want it to be based off the book character or an adaption (e.g. book Elrond, film Elrond, or RoP Elrond)

- You can swear as long as it isn’t offensive or a slur

-  I can write angst, yandere, poly, fluff, platonic, family dynamic stories.

- Be specific!

DON’Ts

- I will not write minors.

- NSFW stories. NSFW blogs, please be an anon if you want to talk/put in a request

- I will not write adult x minor or power imbalances (e.g. teacher-student)

- I will not write for real people, only the characters they portray

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In terms of Minecraft

At the moment I write for all Hermits. However, there are some I write better for than others. How much Hermitcraft I write and post will depend on my mental state (see tags for more info).

I write best for (but don’t let that stop you from requesting otherwise!):

GoodTimesWithScar

Grian

MumboJumbo

Zedaph

Xisumavoid

Bdoubleo100

Rendog

Docm77

Ethoslab

VintageBeef

Keralis

Helsknight

Evil X

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Beyond Reason

Request: @liar-anubiass-blog Can I request some Glorfindel? Period, with a happy ending. I just want to hug this Lord so tightly🤗 "The reader is from a super closed people (like Martin's Valyrians). But she somehow meets Glorfindel and they fall in love. But this is completely unacceptable for her family, so much so that they would rather kill her than allow her to mix blood with a stranger. After learning about this and after attempts at negotiation, the elf helps her escape (the reader helps and completely agrees). And so Glorfindel, one evening after the wedding, worries that because of him, the reader is cursed by his own people and family.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Glorfindel x Reader

Summary: Loving the Lord of the Golden Flower was a act beyond reason.

AN: Thank you for requesting this! I loved coming up with the reader's backstory. That said, I did make some changes to the story, but hopefully you like it!

Next up- Yandere Maglor/Maeglin x Reader Fall trope event list

Of all Middle-earth’s secrets, the Thilnar remain the most elusive to both the short-lived Secondborn and even the immortal Firstborn of Ilúvatar.

In days long past, before the Quendi ventured west to the Undying Lands, five great Elven clans shaped their histories: the Noldor, Sindar, Vanyar, Teleri, and the hidden Thilnar.

Unlike their kin, the Thilnar were known as masters of the mind. Skilled in enchantments and illusion, they alone escaped the clutches of Melkor, concealing themselves beneath his gaze in the vast, shadowed plains of Rhûn. They were the unheard note of Ilúvatar’s song, a secret strength hidden even from the Valar.

The Thilnar bore the beauty of the Firstborn, yet with bodies hardened by labor and hair like fire, a fierce, unearthly red.

Among their number, Mahtan and his brood were most renowned, clever enough to blend in among the Noldor, disappearing into legends that shielded their clan’s existence.

It was perhaps this connection to distant kin that led the eldest Fëanorian to seek his mother Nerdanel’s clan. And there, amid a colony of redheads so like himself, he found a piece of himself he’d long forgotten. A jarring sight even for him.

“Oldon, what do you have for me?” you ask, stroking your eagle’s soft feathers. He shifts on his perch, his talons clicking against your arm, but his claws are empty.

No letter. Again.

It’s the second month without a response from Glorfindel, much to your irritation. Huffing, you bury your frustration by coddling Oldon, who, unlike a certain someone has at least not forgotten you.

Your meeting with the Balrog Slayer had been an unexpected affair, a result of an errand the elders had entrusted to you.

It began with a letter from Rivendell’s Lord Elrond the Peredhel, whom your cousin Maedhros had once, rather broadly put, “fostered.”

The letter was abrupt, a somber summons. Armed with a small fortune in protective amulets, you had set off westward to check on distant kin.

But what awaited you was hardly a simple family visit. Instead, you found your nephew a wraith-like Maglor, mind shattered, wandering as if Ilúvatar himself had abandoned him. The amulets did their work, silencing his pained wailing, much to Rivendell’s collective relief, Elrond included.

You were halfway through securing your maddened nephew to your saddle when he twisted with surprising strength and bit another horse’s ear, sparking mayhem in the stables.

“What the fuck, Maglor?” you yelled, shoving a scroll between his teeth to muffle his groans of “Maedhros,” as his grimy hands tangled in your hair.

Distant kin, you mused bitterly, were an absolute nightmare.

That’s when you met him—Glorfindel, the fabled Balrog Slayer, storming towards you with the wrath of an oncoming tempest. “Have you no sense?” he thundered, moving to calm the distressed horse with one hand, his gaze burning with barely-contained fury.

He was… huge. Towering and golden, every inch of him exuding a presence that seemed to fill the stables, leaving barely any space for anyone else. Had he consumed the Balrog to achieve such a size? Or was this simply the nature of Western Elves?

You found yourself staring longer than polite, only to snap back to reality as you glared at Maglor, silently cursing him for sabotaging the grand first impression you’d hoped to make.

“It wasn’t me,” you muttered, gesturing toward Maglor, now conveniently gagged with the scroll and feigning innocence.

Glorfindel cast you a quizzical, unimpressed look, his arms crossed, brow arched.

So much for a romantic first meeting.

“Where the hell have you been?” you demand now, gripping his collar and pulling him toward you. Glorfindel stumbles slightly, his composure slipping under the unexpected intensity.

“I thought you’d died once again or something,” you mutter, heat rising to your cheeks as frustration and embarrassment mix, a maddening hindrance to your carefully held anger.

By Eru’s grace, you’d found the perfect excuse to venture to the Valley of Imladris, claiming you were merely escorting Maglor to visit his foster son.

After successfully entrusting a much more manageable Maglor to Elrond’s care, you wasted no time tracking down your elusive lover the golden-haired lord now looking at you with a sheepish, almost boyish expression, a soft hiccup escaping him in a nervous tick you’d come to know well.

"I... forgive me," he stammers, his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found. His voice catches as he shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet your eyes. He looks down, studying his own hands as if seeking some answer there. "I was being an idiot."

You cross your arms, though your heart aches to close the space between you. "What’s brewing in that stubborn mind of yours, Glorfindel? Just tell me." You take his hands, feeling the weight of them in your grasp.

Despite everything, you feel giddy, like an elfling beneath the open sky. Being with him did it to you.

He hesitates, then speaks, his voice barely audible over the steady rush of Rivendell’s river. “The Thilnar don’t… they don’t marry outside their clan, do they?” He glances up briefly, his bright eyes veiled in pain.

“Elrond told me… about excommunication, about the abandonment of kin,” he continues, his voice breaking. “How they erase you strip away your name, your home, your family…”

He pauses, struggling for words, his lips trembling. "I can’t do that to you,” he whispers, voice choked with unshed tears. "How could I knowing, I would be the one to take you from them? You would lose so much to be with me. Your people, your birthright everything you’ve known and loved, everything that shaped you." He bites down on the words, as if they burn, his gaze dropping back to the ground.

He pulls one hand free to swipe roughly at his eyes, the Balrog Slayer reduced to a vulnerable figure standing before you, every layer of armor stripped away. "I would never forgive myself if I caused that pain." He lets out a tremulous breath, and his voice is softer, raw, almost pleading. "But I can’t stop wanting this. Wanting… you."

It wasn’t an unfounded fear. Mahtan himself had faced it when he wed a Noldor. Others had been scrubbed from the clan scrolls, their names erased, exiled from history.

The Thilnar bound themselves closely to their own, and to step beyond those bonds meant forfeiting all ties to kin and clan.

The thought had crossed your mind, too. You loved your people, their ageless ways, their wisdom, their tradition. The surviving Thilnar were older than the decaying ruins of Utumno itself, and you bore the weight of their history with pride.

But truthfully, all the glory and mystery of the Thilnar paled beside the Lord of the Golden Flower.

If the choice was between eternity with your clan or with Glorfindel, you knew without question where your heart lay.

Years spent studying amulets and spells had taught you many things, yet no magic or incantation could sway the heart’s will. Cupping Glorfindel’s reddened face, you wipe away the tears from his cheeks, which are now flushed in embarrassment.

“I chose you long ago, you beautiful fool,” you whisper, your voice breaking slightly as laughter and warmth slip into the words.

You watch hope flicker to life in his eyes, and the sight stirs something deep within you.“It was always you. Beyond the Thilnar, beyond the Sun and Moon, beyond any reason or tradition that dared to stand in my way.”

You pause, letting your thumb brush over his cheek, grounding yourself in the quiet strength of his presence. “Even if it meant leaving behind every part of my past... my choice would never change. You are where I belong.”

A tremor runs through you as the confession spills out, unguarded and fiercely true. “There is nothing I would not give up to be with you, Glorfindel. Not my clan, not my name, not even the home I once thought was everything. You are my home now. And I would choose you, again and again, across every life and every star.”

Not the first confession, nor the last, but perhaps the truest.

Like a blooming sunflower drawn irresistibly toward the Sun, Glorfindel pulls you into a kiss, his touch warm, golden, as though catching fire from within.

Of your kin, at least, you still possessed the ones who were beautifully, gloriously doomed. Though whether Maglor could bless a marriage was doubtful; he’d sooner curse it by proximity alone.

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— To say the least, I will strictly stick to writing for historical / fantasy esque fandoms ( assassin's creed, lord of the rings, the hobbit, pirates of the caribbean, our flag means death ). It is a possibility I could include more over time, but as of now this is it. The following is a list I composed of characters, just to be specific and create less disappointment for individuals who sought for someone I won't write.

ASSASSIN'S CREED

𝐈 :: Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad; Malik Al-Sayf

𝐈𝐈 :: Ezio Auditore de Firenze; Leonardo Da Vinci

𝐈𝐈𝐈 :: Connor Kenway; Haytham Kenway

𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆 :: Edward Kenway

𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :: Shay Cormac; George Monro

𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 :: Arno Dorian; Elise De La Serre

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: Jacob Frye; Evie Frye

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀 :: Eivor Varinsson/Varinsdottir

TOLKIEN

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: Frodo Baggins; Samwise Gamgee; Peregrine "Pippin" Took; Meriadoc "Merry" Brandybuck; Aragorn II Elessar; Legolas Thranduillon; Boromir; Faramir; Eomer; Eowyn

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 :: Bilbo Baggins; Thorin Oakenshield; Fili; Kili; Thranduil; Elrond; Lindir; Tauriel; Bard

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

Jack Sparrow

James Norringron

William Turner Jr.

Elizabeth Swann

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Stede Bonnet

Edward "Blackbeard" Teach

Israel "Izzy" Hands

Jim Jimenez

(THIS LIST IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE)

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆

— I don't have a specific preference for what format ( i.e. headcanons, oneshots, full on fics etc.) I would write things in, so you can expect a mix of all of them if I have the energy. I write for female, male, and gender neutral readers.

— I AM to include dark content in my writings: that includes things like violence/blood, yandere behavior, and alcoholism; but I WILL NOT get to rape or incest. Speaking of sex, I WON'T write any sexual content in general: the closest to that is suggestive content, like kissing/making out and touching. I won't write any angst either, simply because I'm bad at invoking sadness in writing.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑰𝑰 : 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 / 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

— My update schedule can be slow, or just generally very wonky considering I'm an IB student, and I additionally have ATROCIOUS procrastination issues. Basically, please have patience.

— Again, I do NOT write full on smut, rape, nor incest. Any request or ask hinting at that will be deleted immediately.

— I won't tell adults beyond something something age to not interact, as the fandoms I intend to write for ( assassins creed) would draw adult readers here anyway. But I need all of you, minors AND adults, to be mindful of what tags and warnings I include to the fics you read from me, as the dark content I write can be triggering to some people.

𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬 𝑰𝑽 : 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

— I would say people with any beliefs can come around, but I will not tolerate when the individual interacting with the blog is racist, homophobic, pedophilic, sexist, or religiously intolerant. Just don't be disrespectful in general.

— Do know that this is a minor - seventeen (07) - working behind this blog; you are in your right to block me if you don't want me to interact.

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