#3C

[readysetjo]

Hiring a whole orchestra to play an off tune “hot crossed buns” was probably the most fun any of those instrumentalists probably ever had

[loveanddeepspacestuffforfreaks]

Curly hair Part 1

Loveanddeepspace stuff for geek, this is for my curly hair fam! Love y'all! Aiming for gender neutral.

Summary: Zayne reaction to your curly hair.

Zayne x reader, fluff, sweet, reader with very curly hair. (Do y'all want a wavy hair version?)

I'm gonna be a bit vague on the curl type but think (And this is stretch, I'm aware.) 3a to 4c

4a-4c you get a little section about braids as well in part 2 :D

please be kind! I'm trying my best!

The reader has median length hair.

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Once you start dating, Zayne is baffled at how you're able to do anything with your hair at all.

With 1a hair the man has never had to do much with his hair at all. All he had to do was brush it and he was good to go. At most he would put a bit of gel in it on special occasions but otherwise it was all the same. Nothing in comparison to you.

In high school, Zayne would hear about your struggles. How your hair didn't want to 'behave' or that you were running late cause there was a large knot or how you didn't have time to shower so now it was being held prisoner in your claw clip or ponytail.

It's not that he thought you were being dramatic, he just didn't understand when you would say things like. "Ugh I hate having curly hair." along with "My arms hurt all the time." and the on occasion. "I had to get a new brush, the old one sucks/broke."

Zayne loved your hair; it was soft and framed your face perfectly. The many times he would reach out and touch it, playing with them. Pulling on the ends and watching them spring back up in their shape.

But see is believing or at least in this case sleeping over was eye opening experience.

Not only did you shower and brush your hair, but you also used something called "curl cream"? The man was very confused as you ran the white paste through your thick curls, pulling on the strands before wrapping it around your finger, letting it fall as a perfect defined curl.

Zayne couldn't help but stare as you performed this magical ritual. Amazed to learn that this was how you did your hair.

Amused when you defused your hair and confused when you put it up in a bonnet. Following you around like a cat around your apartment.

"Can I help you sir?" You confront him, catching him off guard. A playful jest as you questioned him.

"I was unaware of your process, I was curious." He mused looking you over. "This is what you do every night?"

You stared back at him, your brow arching upwards a humourism smile playing on your lips.

"No, just on wash days."

"Wash days?" He pondered aloud, the concept escaping him.

"Oh honey!" You called out lovingly, turning to him fully and giving him a pat on the cheek.

"You're so cute, I'll explain this all to you later. Come on. Let's go to bed now hon."

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(Part 2 coming soon)

[eossa]

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[nailsinmywall]

trick or treat!!

(i’m dressed as lightning mcqueen)

U look into ur rearview mirror and see this , wyd ? (Celegorm, caranthir + curufin)

Happy post halloween!🎀

[themancorialist]

Dale Street, Manchester.

[tinwe-the-local-assassin]

The 3C sleeping on trees. For the moment, we shall have peace.

[onewing1]

Love that he is a point so I can give him hooooooooves

[bearsplash]

little character design for icy :)

[threecacti]

aaaaand the second part of my secret santa for @tansypaws . birdgang rise up

[translephony]

[f-franku]

I am 18 and retarded

[maxedmoefoez]

doodles from a few weeks ago 🔥🔥

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[kitemask]

expression headshots of my character locustkit from @threeclans

commissions: open

[tinwe-the-local-assassin]

A Door to the Past - Chapter 1 - Tyelkobaldo_Feanorini - The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55883842/chapters/141901912

Secrets shall never remain hidden in this House of Cards.

Or; the lives and secrets of the middle children of Fëanor after their deaths in Doriath through the eyes of their remaining brothers.

Snippet from chapter 1:

If Celebrimbor was here, they could have given away all his father's belongings to him. Perhaps he could have made sense of what Curufin had tried to hide in these books and scrolls. Or perhaps he couldn't. Perhaps this was one of the reasons father and son had drifted apart. Perhaps this was why he didn't know where in this damned hell his nephew was.

"Why did you have to be so paranoid, brother? Well…I have to throw these away. I don't care if you're going to curse me. I can't be any more cursed than I am now."

He said rather loudly. He didn't know why. Curufin couldn't hear him. Curufin was gone, and he could never hear him.

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Snippet from chapter 2:

He kicked aimlessly at a sack of Eru knew what, cursing his elder brother again as he winced. Were those stones?

The room was a mess. How Caranthir had been sleeping there for so many years and never felt suffocated, Amras could never know.

His brother was weird. He had always been. Amras had figured this out since he was a baby, watching his gloomy elder brother shut himself up in the library on the nicest days with Laurëlin shining brilliantly, doing math. Math.

Caranthir was weird, and it only got worse when they got there. Although Amras wasn't quite aware of it, neither did he care much. Because a weird Caranthir was a happy one, and anyone who knew Caranthir also knew that for the sake of your own peace of mind, you wouldn't want to make him unhappy.

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Snippet from chapter 3:

The first few days, Maedhros spent waiting for Celegorm to open his damn eyes and give him one of his cheeky grins, and tell him all this was an elaborate prank.

It was only after they burned their bodies when he stopped his stupid delusions. Surely, even Celegorm could not survive burning.

He was gone, truly. Maedhros knew his fate was to follow them soon, but even this wasn't enough to fill the hollowness of his heart.

It didn't change the fact that every second until then, he had to live with the knowledge that he sent his baby brothers to death by his foolish strategies and plans.

Like he did with Fingon. Like he did with all those who had followed him.