#but OMG this drawing gave me so much trouble

[parkiebearr]

Zutara Week 2023

Day 1: Home

[meowmoewmew]

ahhh pirates smp scott yippie

how does tumblr work im so confused but here pirates smp scott

[orion4ever]

hihi!! I really love Ur writings SMSM <33(Srsly they make me giggle n kick my feet)!! And I just wanted to request Qiu and Tamarack with an MC that likes/and is good at singing? (Preferably step 2, but since I rlly don't wanna burden Step 1 would be really lovely as well)

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Author’s Note: *laying on my stomach on top of my bed , writing in a fluffy journal while kicking my legs back and forth and giggling*

Pairing(s): Qiu Lin x Reader and Tamarack Baumann x MC

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QIU LIN🗒️

They always loved your singing , they find it one of the most satisfying sounds they’ve ever heard.

Will beg you to let them sit and listen in.

If your singing along with a song then they might just get up and start dancing along.(why did that rhyme omg , in my poet era)

You guys would make such a cute dynamic duo though

If there’s ever a talent show , they will begrudgingly hopefully ask if you want to do it together.

They joke that you should make a soundcloud and post your singing there.

You kinda ruin most music for them from how much they love your voice lol

You and your childhood friend, Qiu were hanging out in your living room. It was late, your mom was still at work and Qiu’s parents decided on a spontaneous dinner date and trusted Qiu wouldn’t get into any trouble while they were gone.

Which Qiu thought was stupid, I mean what trouble could they get into so late at night?

They sat on one of the few mismatched couches and messed around with one of your mom’s pillows that had a loose string.

You were sitting on the floor, with an older disk player near you. You had been digging around your room and found it under your bed and decided to play some music.

“Which disk do you wanna listen to? The first or the second one?” You had asked them, holding up the two shiny disks.

“I don’t care, You can pick,” Qiu replied, shrugging while holding the pillow closer to their chest. They didn’t mind what music was played, just as long as they could enjoy your company.

“The second one then” you proposed, popping it into the player and clicking ‘play’.

The both of you were happy with the choice when a soft melody rang throughout the room. It didn’t have any lyrics, it sounded like something Tamarack’s grandparents may have played in the background while entertaining guest in their “drawing room”.

“Nice,” Qiu assured, flopping down onto the couch.

The two of you sat quietly while listening to the music, you swayed a little and started to hum.

Qiu perked up at the sound but didn’t say anything, worried that you might stop out of embarrassment.

They propped up their cheek with their palm and just watched as you turned that hum into a melody with a for once, at peace smile.

They really liked your voice.

TAMARACK BAUMANN🍂

She thinks you out-sing any famous pop star or church choir any day. She honestly thinks your voice is so angelic.

She loves it when you give her mini concerts while you two walk in the woods together.

I BET both my lungs that you and Tamarack have duets 100%

You two make a lot of music together and record it on one of her Opa’s camcorders.

Her Omi asks the both of you if you can try and cover a Frank Sintra song often.

If you do choir or singing lessons either at school or music hall then expect to practice with her nearly every day.

Tamarack can never duet with another singer because they aren’t you, and can never replicate the melody.

It was late afternoon, a few hours after school ended. Tamarack sat by her windowsill, reading a book about what and what not to feed forest critters when she flinched at the sudden pang of a pebble being thrown at her window.

She decided to look out and giggled seeing who it was, she opened the window and called down.

“MC, If you wanted to come in!… You could have just knocked!” Tamarack chuckled behind her hand, it always made her a little giddy when you would stand below her window like some Shakespearean love story.

“Nah! This is quick, just sit up there and listen!” You gave the ginger a thumbs up before pulling out a bulky boombox that may be older than some of the adults you guys knew.

“Pfft, What are you doing?” Tamarack kept laughing.

“I am going to sing something!!!” You yelled up before you pressed played and let the music play out a little.

Tamarack’s laughter quieted down at that, she paused for a moment before asking.

“Are you trying to serenade me?”

You also paused before answering. “Yeah, that's basically it”

You then lowered the volume of the old boombox and began to sing along with the song’s melody. You didn’t lose eye contact while you sang to her, so this moment felt special and intimate.

Tamarack put a hand to her cheek and watched down with an increasingly growing blush on her cheeks.

She listened to you singing to her and thought quietly to herself. ‘She didn’t deserve such an adorable gesture from you. You were way too good for her. You probably were…doing.. this.. to ..be ..n..ice-‘

Her self-deprecating thoughts were slowly drowned out by your singing, It was sweet of you. After all, Tamarack did love your singing.

[neverchecking]

Hey again, thank you so much for the banana (haha) it was nice of you. And ever since we started talking about Wild and Sage, I couldn’t help but draw them. (Lowkey sorry, I couldn’t put much detail into them since I use a cheap app and it doesn’t like to do much, but I’m more of an traditional artist anyways, I’ll make a better one.) I want to join in on the “request train” but I’m not too creative with what I want like the others, but I’ll try.

So female reader had met both Wild and Sage but thought they were the same person. So she gets invited to their house and realizes.. twins… You can make it NSFW if you like, and you can use any kink that you would see fit… I’m not to good with kinks. But enjoy my drawing and have fun. 🍏

“Prepare for Trouble!”

“And make it Double~”

OMG THAT ART IS SO GOOD THE GERUDO FIT AHHAHHH NAD SAGE MY BELOVED LOOK AT HIM JUST WANNA MONCH ON HIS FACE softly and with love bc he deserves it.

So the way this is worded makes me think you wanted Poly, so I went with these two as poly. Even though they hate each other.

Remember. They are not in love with each other, as that is Linkcest and I Will Not write that, but they are in love with Reader. Thank you!

I love the team rocket bit, cracks me up-

I am monching my second apple and offer you 🍌 *to the Zelda tune when you find a chest* BA-NA-NA-NAAAAAAAA

I am so funny I swear

Yall can thank @fanfic-fairy-fountain bc that picture of Sage is absolutely SENDING ME- I cackle every time I think about it

Sage is TotK Link!

Smut so MDNI, 18+!

Smut CW: Double trouble, threesomes, AFAB reader!, they turn it into a competition.

A Tick

Could he honestly say that he was one hundred percent okay with the way things have played out?

...No.

He was still weighing his pros and cons actually. While he adored you and wanted to show you off to the world, he probably should've thought this through just a touch more.

But the fallen hero had a way of just getting under his skin. Like a tick. Staying there and eating away at him over and over again. It was infuriating. The competitive streak in him wouldn't let him just let this go. He had to prove to this...creature, to Wild, that he was better in every single way.

Every. Single. Way.

So he introduced you to him, against his better judgement. Just to rub it in his face. You were the light of his life and Wild deserved to know that Sage had won. Just this once he had beaten the odds, gave Hylia the middle finger, and had won you.

He did not account for Wild taking as great of an interest in you as he did.

Whenever Sage turned his back, there was that failure. He started off slow and timid, like prey poking at a snare trap, but soon grew cocky. What was once just handing you a single flower that they had found on the trail soon turned into Wild handing you a bouquet of flowers that he had obviously gone out of his way to get. What was once just offering you an apple or a handful of wild berries turned into hand-crafted snacks catered to your semi-specific tastes.

And thus the tick was back.

Only it had evolved. Feeding off of him and his actions, mannerisms tuning themselves to an echo of his own just to impress you. Which just would not stand.

You were his. Mind, body and soul, you belonged to Sage. You two had a house together, had talked about getting a pet, threw around the idea of marriage, had gotten as close as two individuals could get. He had felt the way your muscles moved under him as you clawed marks up and down his back. Had felt your teeth dig into his neck in a way to muffle your cries despite the fact that they were music to his ears. Had held you as your clenched and quivered around him, dripping onto his lap as your broke beneath his touch.

Sage just had to prove this to Wild.

Wild would never amount to what Sage was. Sage was just better. Faster, stronger, smarter, he had the failure beat in every way.

Including this way.

You were hanging onto his, arms locked around his neck, as your thighs shook from where he held them. He was standing, already nestled deep within you as he glowered down at Wild. Every second he wasted was another second you were left growing more and more nervous. You were already unsure about the idea, but agreed nonetheless. Because you were oh-so benevolent and oh-so kind. Perfect in every way.

Still, you pushed you face further into his neck, panting heavily against his ear. Your fingers clenched into fists against his neck before they released, knotting themselves in his hair. He could hear your silent plea all too clearly.

"Hurry up." He snapped, watching Wild flinch. What the hold up was, he had no idea. Wild just needed to get the fuck over it. "Hesitate any longer and I won't need to worry about showing you up."

Wild bristled, but remained silent for a second, coating his shaft in a clear oil before stepping behind you. His hands hesitated before landing on your hips. He stepped closer, fiddling with something Sage couldn't see before you were gasping. Your grip tightened and he immediately hushed you, cooing soft nothings into your ear.

People called him an asshole, a heartless lunatic, maybe even a rat bastard, which was probably all true, but he would be damned before he treated you as anything other than the divinity you were.

"Keep breathing, sun flower. You're doing so well." Sage hummed, rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh. Your entire body clenched, making him suck in a breath, before you were relaxing and Wild was lowly groaning behind you.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, feeling Wild so close-- something he never thought he'd have to put up with-- but he had a point to prove.

Sage was the first to move, gently pulling out and making both you and the Tick hiss before he was pushing back in. His whispers never stopped as he spilt praise after sweet praise, all for you.

"You're doing so well, my light. Taking us both like this? Truly impressive."

"Goddess-" Wild cursed, head falling to your shoulder as his bangs fell in front of his face.

He made it too easy sometimes. Sage smirked. "Gonna burst already, road rash?"

The nickname made the other growl under his breath, lip lifting in a snarl. "You wish, No-name."

Sage's movements went from a slow and languid pace to his hips suddenly snapping against yours. Your entire body jolted as you cried out, pulling at his hair. He gently cooed at you once more. "I'm sorry, I know. I'm sorry, princess." His attention turned to the other. "I can tell just by the look on your virgin face that you're practically bursting at the seams."

"Ha-ah-" Wild quivered behind you, knuckles turning white against your hips as he moved back an inch. "'doing just fine."

"Sure, you are." His rhythmic tempo picked up once more, only tempered by Wild slowly gaining confidence with his own thrusts. "Take one of her legs."

Wild did as told, freeing one of Sage's hands so it could move to thumb at your clit. You squeezed around them once more, making both males freeze as low groans growled out of their throats.

While he wanted to prove Wild wrong, so fucking badly, you came first. Your pleasure came before either of theirs. You were his goddess, and Sage made sure Wild understood that before letting him anywhere near you.

One look over your shoulder told Sage all he needed to know about the matter and where the Tick stood on it. His eyes blazed with a familiar lust, but not one driven by the want to see how far he could push. No, this was a need to feel you cry around him, coming undone as nothing but pleasure ran like fire in your veins.

For a parasite, Wild was a quick learner. Not as fast as he was, but fast enough, as his other hand took your other thigh from Sage, freeing both of his hands.

Sage knew your body, and he knew it well. He was able to play you like a fiddle and make you sing for him, doubly so now that you couldn't close your legs to keep him out.

Sage would never like Wild. Of this he was certain. However, there was a certain amount of respect he could lend to someone just as dedicated to treating you like the Goddess you were.

Just as long as he understood who had the upper hand.

And it wasn't a measly little tick.

[mysterious-ocarina]

Fortissimo

Request: hi again!! i can’t get over your writing omg- could you do another remus x reader? im actually obsessed with him haha. reader is sirius’ twin but is really quiet almost mute most of the time(bc of family trauma). they draw really well and draws remus the most. one day reader is out and sirius finds their sketches and shows it to the rest of the marauders and when reader comes back they get loud for the first time bc they’re touching their book. i love the idea of sirius sibling reader it’s taking over my brain!

A/N Dedicated to the anon who's been waiting since the beginning of January for this! my longest fic yet and I'm sorry it took me so long to start writing it <3

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(2.9k words)

If someone were to ask anyone about you, the first thing they would say is how quiet you are and how much of an opposite you were to Sirius, your obnoxious twin brother. You loved Sirius and when he moved into the Potter home, you were graciously invited and followed Sirius. This is how you became close to The Marauders. Everyone knew that the Black family was dysfunctional but you and Sirius coped with the family troubles in opposing ways. While Sirius was always loud and rebellious, you were more stand-offish and reserved. Sirius always knew this, but his friends found it to be quite the surprise.

The Marauder who was the least put off by your nature was Remus Lupin. He understood the want for silence as well as how annoying your brother could get. This is likely why you may or may not have developed the tiniest crush of sorts on the werewolf. You guys often spent time alone in each other's presence. You with your sketchbook, and Remus with a book. This was your favorite time of the day because Remus often gave you inspiration to draw.

On one hand, he would tell you about whatever story or topic that he was reading about so you would draw whatever he was talking about. On the other hand, he gave you inspiration even when he wasn’t talking. Your sketch book was your prized possession. You never let anyone look at it. Sometimes you would show off your sketches of random things to your friends but that was it. You didn’t want anyone, especially Sirius with his blabbermouth, to see all of the sketches you have of Remus. 

Drawing Remus during your time together started off normal. You simply wanted to get better at drawing faces and such and he just happened to be with you. Over time though, as you started to fall for him, your sketches started to become less about anatomy lessons and more about the way Remus looked peaceful curled up reading a book. Or how the scars on his face made him more attractive even if he didn’t think so. Or how his shirt clung to him in all the best ways. In your head, you defended yourself saying that it was still about anatomy, that you're learning how to draw facial expressions, facial features, and how clothing works on a body. But you knew, it had nothing to do with that. You were just desperately in love with Remus and this was the only way to express it.

“What are you thinking about?” Remus asked aloud, peering over his book at you.

Blushing, you replied with a short, “Nothing.”

You focused back on your sketchbook and realized that you were so distracted by your thoughts, that you hadn’t even been drawing. Your sketch was only the outline of a faceless body. You didn’t start drawing Remus and with your mind still distracted, you put your sketchbook down on the coffee table in front of you. 

“How is my favorite twin doing?” Sirius asked, ruffling your hair from behind you. He hopped over the back of the couch you and Remus shared and took the seat in between the both of you.

“I’m your only twin,” you grunted, slapping his hand away. “Unless you count James, who’s hip you seem to be attached to all the time.”

“Well, unlike you, I have a best friend. . . Or friends in general,” Sirius offered you a smirk.

“I have a lot of friends. I even have a best friend,” you replied, stubbornly. You didn’t have a single friend outside the Marauder boys. You were decently close with Lily and Marlene, your roommates, but the person you were closest with was Remus. There was no way that you would admit in front of the boys that Remus was the closest thing you had to a best friend, who you have a fat fucking crush on.

“Oh, really? Name one friend, that isn’t one of us 4,” at his request, James and Peter sat down on the chairs around you, coming from seemingly nowhere, and joined the conversation.

“She probably can’t. She loves us too much to have other friends,” James said with the most prideful look on his face.

This argument was petty and stupid, you realized. You weren’t really in the mood to bicker with Sirius right now. You were also embarrassed by their teasing because Remus hadn’t said a single thing to add. You wondered if he knew that you were only close with him.

“It’s called quality over quantity. I know you don’t know what that means with the amount of guys and girls you. . . affiliate with,” you remarked. It was no secret from anyone that Sirius was a bit of a playboy around school.

Remus suppressed a giggle at your comment and started to laugh harder at Sirius’ fake offense to your suggestion.

“Shouldn’t you be on my side?” Sirius raised a brow at Remus.

“Maybe,” Remus shrugged, giving you a wide smile. You smiled back with a blush adorning your face.

As the conversation lulled, everyone started to do their own thing. James and Sirius played a serious match of wizard chess as Peter watched on, stuffing his mouth with some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Remus was still on the opposite side of the couch as you, with his nose tucked firmly into the book he was reading.

Later that night, you were alone with Remus in the boys’ dorm, sitting across from each other on Remus’ bed.

“You’ve never told me why no one is allowed to see your sketchbook, not even me,” Remus mentioned, adorning the cutest pout you’ve ever seen.

Avoiding his gaze, you softly replied “It’s just private, that’s all.”

“If I had your talents, I would be showing it off to whoever I could,” Remus smirked at you.

“A showboat Gryffindor. How unusual,” sarcastically replying, but a smile still threatened to take over your face.

“Admit it, the show offs in Gryffindor keep this school alive. . . and the ladies swooning,” Remus told you with a laugh.

“Absolutely no ladies are being swooned by the Marauders, I can tell you that,” you lied.

“I can think of a few ladies,” Remus looked right at you. Your heart stuttered in your chest.

Did he know that you liked him?

Was he flirting with you?

There's no way he could like you back, right?

Before your thoughts could spiral anymore, the rest of the Marauders entered the room. You think you hear Remus give an exasperated sigh but you decide you’re being delusional.

“Time for you to leave,” Sirius gives you a head pat. “Can’t have my twin in detention for being out past curfew.”

“I get it, I get it,” you swat Sirius’ hand away from your hair, for the millionth time in your life. “I’ll see you losers tomorrow.”

With a wave and a look, mostly in Remus' direction, you bid the boys goodnight. You wouldn’t realize until too late, but you left your sketchbook sitting on your brother’s nightstand.

REMUS

“Shit, look at this,” Sirius whispered, picking up a leather bound book from his nightstand.

“Is that y/n’s sketchbook?” James asked, wide eyed.

“Let’s take a look inside,” Sirius exclaimed. With wide eyes, Remus shot up and attempted to grab the book from his friend.

“We shouldn’t do that. It’s an invasion of their privacy. Even I’m not allowed to look inside,” Remus sighed. He understood how important the book was to you. Even though he was as curious as the others to see inside, he would never want to ruin your trust in him.

“Come on, Moony. She’ll never know that we took a little peek inside,” Sirius claimed. Remus didn’t know what else to say so he just laid back in bed and tried to ignore his gossiping friends.

“Well, well, well. That is not at all what I was expecting,” James whispered. “Explains why they didn’t want us to see it.”

“Moony, come take a look at this. You’ll love it,” Sirius pleaded, excitedly.

“Unlike you guys, I don’t want them to hate me for invading their privacy,” Remus replied, exhausted.

“Trust me, they could never hate you. Just come here,” Sirius pulled Remus from his bed and brought him to look down at the sketchbook.

Remus blushed as he saw most of the pages filled with different drawings of him, some filled with cheesy hearts and flowers. He was surprised to see that most of the portraits had a little comment under them. The comments were about different stories that he told you.

He adored telling you stories, especially from whatever book had captured his attention that week. He never realized you actually listened to them or even cared enough to write them down for later.

“Someone has a crush on you Moony,” Sirius smirked.

And at the worst time possible, you walked right into their dorm and Remus watched as you took in the scene before you.

YOU

You were already all the way to your dorm by the time you realized that you left your sketchbook. You debated between leaving it there overnight, but a gut feeling pulled you back to the boys’ dorm. Not bothering to knock, you entered the room.

“Someone has a crush on you Moony,” Sirius smirked. All of the boys were crowded around Sirius’ bed and a blushing Remus.

“What’s going on here?” you nervously asked.

All 4 boys turned to you with the guiltiest faces possible. With them facing you, instead of hunched over the bed, you could see what captivated their attention. A familiar leather bound book.

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and tears threatening to fall. Silently, you walked up to the bed, not looking anyone in the eye, and harshly grabbed the book.

You were about to leave the room, when Sirius spoke up. “Hey, y/n. Wait-”

“No!” you screamed, turning to face the boys. All 4 of the Marauders shrunk at the sound of your voice. You never yelled before, especially at them. You were always level-headed and calm but the anger rolled off of you in waves at this moment.  Remus tried to think of a time where you unleashed any kind of anger like this, but couldn’t think of one. Not even when you were ambushed by Slytherins, did you yell.

Sirius felt so much guilt at the sound of your voice, that he almost thought you walked up and slapped him. But no, you stayed glued to your spot next to the door.

You were seething. You never asked for much, always grateful for anything you had. You didn’t care when they annoyed you, pulled silly pranks on you, or even got you in trouble with the professors.

“What the hell is wrong with all of you?” you paused to collect your thoughts. “I’ve only ever asked you guys for one thing. Not invading my privacy. That was all I ever asked of you four. And here I find you guys doing exactly that.”

Your yelling was so loud that each of the boys wondered if the silencing charm around their dorm could contain it.

“And don’t get me started on you,” you pointed a heated finger at Sirius. “As my brother, growing up in the same shit household, I thought you of all people would understand privacy and trust. Looks like I was wrong.”

With that said, you turned around to leave. Opening the door, you shot one pitiful look at Remus before making your way back to your dorm.

REMUS

“Fuck,” Sirius cursed. You guys never fought and it was obvious in Sirius’ distress. “We’ll fix this. We have to.”

“Well on the bright side, we know that they like Remus as much as Remus likes them,” James tried to soothe.

“Yeah, well any chance I had, is now gone,” Remus sighed, solemnly. He was the only one who saw the tears in your eyes as you looked back at him.

“We’ll fix everything in the morning. Don’t worry,” James tried to comfort. 

With tired sighs, the boys did their best to go to sleep that night.

YOU

Fuck. You yelled at the boys. The embarrassment of the entire situation muted the anger you had for them. You were beyond angry about what they did, but even more embarrassed about what you were sure they found. No doubt had they realized how much you cared about Remus.

Oh, Merlin. Don’t even think about Remus. He didn’t utter a single world to you last night. He didn’t even stop you from walking out the door.

Walking into the Great Hall, you found the Marauders with their heads casted down, with depressed looks on their faces.

In no way did you forgive them, but you decided to take pity on them.

Wordlessly, you sat next to Sirius and across from Remus. You filled your plate with your favorite breakfast foods and ate.

The silence that overtook the group would have amused you under different circumstances. This group of boys did not know how to keep their mouths shut.

Your silent eating was only disrupted when you felt someone lightly tap your foot. You looked up to find Remus staring at you with an unreadable expression except for the blush staining his cheeks. You offered him a small smile back.

One look at all the boys staring at you had your heart cracking. You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that Sirius might even have unshed tears in his eyes.

You finally decide to speak up. “I’m still mad at you guys, but you are forgiven.”

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Sirius hugged you tight. The force almost knocked you out of your seat. “I’m so sorry. I promise, anything like that will never happen again. I never want to do anything that would make you yell at us.”

The love in your brother’s voice made you tear up as you tightly hugged him back. You realized that you could never stay mad at these boys forever.

Breakfast passed quickly after that, the usual jokes and conversations starting up. Once the meal was over, James and Sirius headed off to quidditch practice and Peter headed to his tutoring sessions. This left you alone with Remus, making you beyond nervous.

Grabbing your hand softly, Remus whispered, “Come to the Astronomy Tower with me, please.”

“Of course,” you easily replied. You were nervous to find out what awaited you but with the tight grip Remus had on your hand, you felt your bad thoughts fly away.

The walk up the stairs to the Astronomy tower was agonizingly long but Remus never once let his hand slip from yours.

Your mind was wandering the entire time. Had he looked through your book? You’re sure he did because he seemed embarrassed last night. Did he not like what he saw? He knew that you drew him because sometimes he would catch your eyes as you sketch away. But maybe he didn’t know the extent to which you drew him. Maybe he was uncomfortable with your small obsession with him.

“We’re here,” Remus whispered, derailing you from your current train of thought. With a smile, he pulled you over to one of the railings and you both stood there taking in the view. In the distance, you could see red robes whizzing around the quidditch field.

“Do you promise you’re not mad at us anymore?” Remus asked you with a hopeful smile.

With a blush and a sigh, you replied, “I promise. There’s no way I can stay mad at you guys forever.”

“Good. I don’t want my favorite lady to be mad at me,” Remus flirted. Your whole body felt like it heated up at his comment.

“Don’t tease me,” you snapped with an embarrassed huff. You didn’t need him to rub your crush on him in your face.

With wide eyes, Remus replied, “I’m not teasing you.”

You finally looked up at him, whispering “Then what are you doing?”

He looked into your eyes. Silence hung in the air but you didn’t care because of the twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Before you realized what was happening, his lips were on yours.

You stood still for a second, taking time to process what was happening. It didn’t take you long to kiss him back with almost as much fervor and passion as he was kissing you. His hands made their way from your waist to your hair. He was holding you as if he never wanted to let you go.

This close to you, he smelled of sandalwood and old books. He felt like heaven against you, and you never wanted this to end.

All too soon, Remus pulled away from you, leaving you to lightly trail your lips after him. He gave you a dashing smile, panting from the kiss.

You gave him a dazed smile of your own, excited for what was ahead of you.

Still panting and with a light blush covering his cheeks and nose, Remus winked at you. “Have I made you swoon?”

With a roll of your eyes and a pat on his chest, “I don’t know. Kiss me again and I might tell you.”

Remus laughed at your remark before bending down to kiss you again. This time slowly, as if the world revolved around you and time stopped.

[yestrnight]

i'm so in love with your slime!reader series, (yes, so is everyone else. but. i'm Different, okay? i'm not Like Those Other Girls) it is infecting my brian

anyways, accept my offering of kaveh brain rot juice

cw for: dubcon, i think this is sexual torture, overstim, unrealistic amounts of cum(?), milking, mindbreak, my debatable writing skills, and lowkey sadism on slime's part

arrest me. i just want to see that man cry. listen, he's just a little soggy bread crumb of a man and i think he deserves to be milked into unconsciousness.

so, one day, like any other, you see kaveh scribbling away at his drawing desk. and as usual, he's having some trouble getting the work done. a bright idea pops into your otherwise empty, slimy head- and helpful little you decides to provide your master with some good encouragement! sucking him off under the desk and denying him release until he finishes his work! totally fool proof.

kaveh gets his work done in record time. is it good? doesn't matter, the only thought running around in his silly little fucked out brain is cumming. and you give him just that. except, you don't stop there.

at this point, all the orgasms have just melted together into one, long, torturously good high. kaveh is sure everyone in the neighborhood has heard his screams of pleasure, but it's not like he's in a position to care. the way you squelch and convulse around his poor, overstimmed dick has him scratching grooves into his work desk. his eyes haven't been anything but white for... how long, now? and he's drooling onto his already tear and sweat stained papers, but how can he focus on anything but the way you're draining his balls right now?

eventually, you've had to start holding him up yourself- his legs gave out a long while ago- but that's fine, at least now you can hold his spasming thighs apart while you fuck open both of his holes, and he's no longer trying to stop you! only now able to babble and sob incoherently, too shaky and ruined to do anything but take it. you do miss his desperate begging, sure, but he's pretty cute like this as well~!

you have to commend this man's stamina; even after being milked for hours, he's still providing you with plenty of that delicious cum you so crave- and he hasn't passed out yet! at least, you think- it's hard to tell at this point.

kaveh makes a noise that's between a groan and a scream; hoarse and low and so utterly guttural when you suck around his abused cockhead, and he might be having a seizure with the way his body thrashes from the feeling, the way his mouth opens in a silent scream, and the way that all that comes out is a choking, broken moan. you think he's orgasming again. but at this point, he's just been leaking cum for you like a faucet.

it feels like an eternity later when you release kaveh, letting his shaking body slide to the ground. his cum and your weird slime fluids mixing and dripping down his thighs, into your body, and onto the floor. just closing his legs feels like too much stimulation. as he struggles to recover, his fingers digging into the cum stained wood, and kaveh can't help but whimper and cry so pathetically, only barely comprehensible in his pitching little whines.

but you got him to finish his work, de-stress, and catch up on some much needed sleep! very proud of yourself, you clean your master (and the floor) up as best as you can at the moment, and drag his limp body into bed, where you can lick up his tears as he clings onto you.

hm... you think you'll do this again.

omg!!!!! this was so hot? op drop your url pls do you have some fics i can binge on...

and imagine! no way can whiny kaveh hide those pretty moans of his, and especially not from his roommate! alhaitham just listening into his senior's whines and your noisy slime noises as you slam your length into kaveh's prostate ◑﹏◐ he's palming himself through his leaking underwear, dick all hard and stiff. he doesn't know who he envies more— you or kaveh.

[timbit-robin-art]

your design for 60s velma is so adorable, omg. velma with a hat needs to be a thing that happens more often. you've rlly blessed us, thank you so much (also, the way you draw scooby and the gang is very lgbt of you, look at their collective gay swag).

Thank you so much, I thought that she would initially give me some trouble when designing her, but as soon as I gave her the hat (I believe it’s called a “baker boy cap”), the rest of the outfit started falling in place. Here’s a little concept doodle I did:

As for how I draw the gang, well…

I’m glad my subliminal messages are working.

[skyeet-the-writer]

Lady of Enmond

Chapter Two: Fire and Blood

omg not me writing two chapters in one day bc i have nothing better to do??? that's crazy

legolas greenleaf x female!reader

summary: with the ringwraiths on their tails, strider, y/n, and the hobbits trek through the wild, slowly making their way to rivendell with little trouble. but one should never leave hobbits unsupervised with food and firewood

word count: ~4.1k

warnings: violence, hunting, mentions of death, mentions of blood

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You can't even have a good sleep, because what feels like minutes later, you're startled awake, nearly falling out of your chair. Screams are coming from across the road, screams that are very akin to a pig squealing before a slaughter. Somehow, though, this one is different. It sends a chill down your spine and makes your hair stand up on end.

They're here.

Aragorn is sitting beside the window, staring outside. The Hobbits are awake as you stand and walk beside him, peering out the fogged-up window.

"What are they?" Frodo asks in a hushed voice as if they could hear him.

The Ringwraiths continue to scream in anger. You did trick them, after all.

"They were once Men," Aragorn answers. "Great kings of Men. But then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them nine rings of power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. Now, they are slaves to his will."

Looking out the window, you see them. Great tall beings, wrapped in black cloaks, mounting their horses, dark as night, with red eyes that pierce through the darkness. Just looking at them terrifies you.

Aragorn turns back to the Hobbits. "They are the Nazgul. Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times, they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you."

At this, Aragorn says that you all must leave by morning. The Ringwraiths have left Bree, likely to go scout more.

"Rest up," he says to the Hobbits. "We leave in the morning."

As the Hobbits settle back down, you look at Aragorn. "I'll take this watch. You need sleep."

Aragorn sits back in his chair. "I do not."

You roll your eyes and take off your bow from around your torso. "Yes, you do. You haven't slept since last night. The sun rises in a few hours, you need to get it while you can."

Finally, your friend nods reluctantly. "Fine. I can't argue with you." He gives you a sly smile as he takes his scabbard off of his belt.

With a smirk, you sit back down in your own chair. "I am a Lady, after all. My father taught me to negotiate the second I could speak."

~*~

The sun rises much quicker than you would have thought. You had been drawing in your journal and writing a letter to your father, explaining your journeys, leaving out the part about how Sauron might have risen again. You just tell him how you and Aragorn met Hobbits in a bar. He doesn't need to know everything.

Your company is set out soon, hustling out of Bree and in the direction of Rivendell. The walk is long and by your calculations, it would take just over four days, possibly five. You know that you and Aragorn can walk for days, but you're not quite so sure of the Hobbits.

As the sun rises higher in the air and late morning approaches, you finally approach the woods. You've been pulling along a pony, Bill, what one Hobbit told you. The Hobbits seem kind enough, of course, weary of you and your friend. You don't blame them. The horse seems to like you, though.

"Where are you taking us?" Frodo finally asks after jogging for a few hours.

You sniffle, your nose slightly runny. Curse this cold morning air. "Into the wild."

When you enter the woods, you hand off the pony to a Hobbit in the back. This one is slightly bigger with blond hair. Sam? Is that his name?

With all the rain last night, the ground is still wet and slightly muddy. This is the kind of weather you like, especially in the forest. It's where you were raised, after all. The smell of fresh air and pines always brings you home. You know the forest like the back of your hand, knowing which trees are which, the names of all the animals. Though you're less familiar with these woods, they're still just as comforting.

You walk alongside Aragorn as the Hobbits begin to mumble to themselves. You catch a snippet of their conversation.

"...servant of the enemy would look fairer, and feel fouler."

"They're both foul enough."

With your mouth slightly open in faux shock, you whisper to Aragorn, "Are they calling us ugly?"

There's a ghost of a smile on his face and you swear he chuckles under his breath, pushing you forward.

"But where is he leading us?"

"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee," Aragorn answers loud enough for them to hear. "To the house of Elrond."

The Hobbits gasp and murmur. "Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves."

As you keep walking, the air gets colder as you climb the hills. You break through the forest and walk through clearings. Patches of snow litter the ground. You scoop a bit up into your hand, form it into a ball, and throw it at a tree, watching it smash with a small smile.

After a while, you begin to hear the Hobbits mumbling among themselves. You turn to see what the matter is and pause. They're unloading and sitting on the ground. You poke Aragorn's arm to get his attention.

"Gentlemen," you tell them politely. "We don't stop until nightfall. We need to keep moving.

"What about breakfast?" asks one of the Hobbits, Pippin, you recall, his accent thick.

You tilt your head, a hand resting on your knife casually. "We've already had it."

"We've had one, yes," he admits. "But what about second breakfast?""

With a roll of his eyes, Aragorn turns and keeps walking. Second breakfast? What even is that? Slowly, you turn away and continue walking.

"Don't think they know about second breakfast, Pip," says another Hobbit, Merry, slinging his bag over his shoulder to follow.

Pippin follows him, asking, "What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? They know about them, don't they?"

"I wouldn't count on it," answers Merry.

With a small smile, you pull out an apple and toss it to Merry above the bushes. He catches it and hands it to Pippin, patting him on the shoulder. You toss another one and it hits Pippin in the face. With a gasp, you cover your mouth. "Sorry!"

As you continue to walk through the bushlands, the snow begins to melt more and the sky gets cloudier. You don't think it will rain again, but you can never be sure. Eventually, you end up in marshlands, with wet, murky water up to your knees in spots and flying bugs and mosquitos.

You're soaked to the bone and your legs are cold, but you keep going. You've always loved adventure, no matter how gross to messy. Your cloak protects you from the biting bugs, but you shoo them away from your face.

The Hobbits aren't having any more luck. Sam is slowly encouraging the horse to follow along and the other three are slipping and sliding. Probably because they don't have shoes, but then you suppose none could ever fit their feet.

Loudly, you hear one complain, "What do they eat when they can't get Hobbit?"

You persevere through the marshlands until nightfall. The lands are a bit less mucky through here, and Aragorn finds a spot to camp for the night. You're all hungry, only having had breakfast this morning.

"Shall I go hunt?" you ask, already taking your bow from your torso.

Aragorn nods. "If you would. You've always been better at it."

"Yeah, I have." And then you head into the woods. It's almost a full moon, so light should not be a problem.

Another good thing about living in the forest for your entire life is how quickly you learned to hunt as a girl. Your father took you when you were old enough and you immediately found your flow. It was one of your favorite things to do, even if it was a bit boring.

You trudge through the forest quietly, minding the branches and sticks on the ground. You're looking for a deer, only something that big will feed the six of you. A doe will work, but you wouldn't pass up a buck.

When you're looking for a deer, almost everything else seems to pop out. Squirrels run across your path carelessly and birds sing above, getting ready to rest for the night. Finally, you approach a small creek and decide to wait there for something. Even deer get thirsty.

You crouch down behind a bush but still with enough of a view. To be prepared, you draw an arrow and nock it so you're ready when anything pops out.

You wait for a while, longer than you would have thought. The woods are still and quiet down as the moon rises higher and your breath comes out in a fog. Your knees hurt and you shift.

A twig snaps from the other side of the creek and you perk up, peering through the woods. Slowly, a pretty doe approaches the creek and bends down to drink.

Slowly, you draw back your string and aim. You want to aim for the heart or lungs for an easy kill. You never want an animal to suffer.

So you wait until she's done drinking. You'll have a better shot and if you stay low, she won't hear you. So you wait. She takes a while, she must have been thirsty. But finally, she slowly stands extending her neck too look around.

Before she can leave, you release your arrow, and it thunks right into her heart. She falls and quickly stills.

Your feet splash in the creek as you make sure she's dead before hoisting her up over your shoulder to get back to the group. She's heavy and you grunt, but you can manage.

They are still right where you left them, as you expected.

You skin it as Aragorn gets it on the fire and roasts it in chunks. You cook all of it, wrapping up the leftovers for the rest of the journey.

The Hobbits fall back asleep soon and you lay on the ground, hands behind your head as Strider softly sings a tune in Elvish while smoking from his pipe. You're looking up at the stars, knowing they're the same ones as above your village. Maybe your sister is looking up at them right now?

"Who is she?" Frodo asks out of the blue and you nearly shit yourself, clutching a hand over your heart. You sit up and realize he's talking to Aragorn. "This woman you sing of."

Aragorn hesitates to answer, you knew he would. He's always hesitant to speak of her. "'Tis the lady of Luthien. The Elf-maiden who gave her love to Beren, a mortal." He sighs heavily and you feel bad for him.

"What happened to her?" Frodo asks quietly.

Aragorn sighs again and shakes his head. "She died," and he turns away.

You look at Frodo and say, "Get some sleep, Frodo. We still have a long way to go."

He nods and settles back down, pulling his blanket over himself. You look at Aragorn. He's still smoking and you lay back down, counting the constellations once more.

You're not sure when, but eventually, you fall asleep. And, like always, you dream. You always dream. Most of the time, you can't remember them. When you can, however, they're important. And this one seems like it is.

In your dream, you're standing in the dark, the grass wet beneath your feet. You're not wearing shoes because, for some reason, you never do in your dreams. To one side of you is a great black tower you know is the Orthanc, the great tower of Isengard. To your other side are trees, far and as wide as the eye can see. Tall trees, great and old ones.

For a moment, you wonder why you're here. You've never been to Isengard before, you've only heard stories. Suddenly, you hear a crack and a crash and look back toward the forest. A tree has fallen. And then another crack, a creak, and a crash. Another tree has fallen. No. Not fallen. It's been pulled down.

You're too far away to see clearly, and you can't move. You can never move in your dreams. But you swear you can see men beside the great trees, tying ropes around them and pulling them down. You can hear their grunts and shouts from here.

But something about them seems...different. Their voices sound different, not human.

Another tree falls to the ground and you wake up.

~*~

You keep walking all day. Through the marsh a bit more then through the woods again before finally breaking out into open land just to climb up some more hills. You've been through this land a few times, but it's still just as unfamiliar to you.

Part of you considers bringing up your dream to Aragorn. Oftentimes, your dreams have deeper meanings. Sometimes, even, what happens in your dream comes true in real life. One times, you dreamt your cursed mother burned your brother's arm with a hot ember. A few days later she did.

But another part of you decides to wait. Surly it can't be that important. And besides, you all still have much to worry about.

As you travel, you attempt to make conversation with the Hobbits. By now, you've learned their names. Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin. The pony's name is Bill, something you found amusing.

"What's so funny?" asks Sam, still hesitant to trust despite how many chunks of deer he had the night before.

You still your laughter and say, "Oh, nothing, nothing! I just think it's quite cute, Bill." You rub the horse's ear and he whinnies.

As evening approaches, your feet are killing you. Looking back, you should have gotten a new pair of boots before you left Bree. You knew it.

Aragorn slows and you nearly run into him, stopping just before you run into his back. "Hey."

He's looking at something and you follow your gaze, breath hitching in your throat. "Oh."

Before you is a great ruin on a hill. Nothing too fancy, but you know better. It's the ruins of a watched town, Amon-Sul.

"This was the great watchtower of Amon-Sul," Aragorn says, somewhat forlornly. He turns to the Hobbits and says, "We shall rest here tonight."

After trecking halfway to the top, Aragorn states that it's as good a spot as any. The Hobbits quickly take off their packs and sit down heavily, panting. You sot on the edge, swinging your feet. It's windy up here, and the clouds are moving fast.

Aragorn steps away from the edge and takes off something from his back. You turn to see what's going on to see him handing the Hobbits small swords, four of them. Though you'd call them more like daggers, they're the perfect size for them.

"These are for you," he says. "Keep them close. We're going to have a look around." He looks at you.

You turn your eyes away from the Hobbits googling at their new weapons to look at Aragorn with upturned brows. "Come on, Aragorn, can't I just sit?"

He holds out his hand.

Reluctantly, you take it and haul yourself up, feet immediately hurting again. With a sigh, you leave some of the deer meat with the Hobbits. Aragorn begins to make his way back down. "Stay here," you tell them. "And be quiet and careful." Then you turn to follow your friend back down.

~*~

"How are you doing, Y/N?" Aragorn asks as you both do a perimeter check around the fortress. He said it was to make sure there's nothing around, but part of you feels like he needed to get away from the Hobbits. As sweet as they are, they had never been on a journey like this before, even you knew that. It was hard. And they let you know every second.

You sigh, trudging along. Honestly, you've been better. You haven't bathed in several days, your hair is a mess, and your feet are killing you. So, you answer, "Pretty good, considering. You?"

He just sighs instead of answering. You laugh.

You both walk around in silence like you both normally do. You're both similar in that way. You sometimes prefer silence over the conversation.

In fact, your silence is quite nice until a faint scream ruins it.

It's that same scream you heard two nights before. Your nerves are set on fire again and you exchange an urgent look with Aragorn. They found them.

Quickly, quicker than your feet liked, you both raced back the way you came, dodging branches, and jumping over rocks. Aragorn's sword is drawn and your bow is loaded as you run back up the ruins of Amon-Sul. Above you, the sounds of struggle are steadily getting louder. Clanging of swords and grunts of Hobbits. You pass by the camp, where you note the embers of a fire still smoking. You shake your head and click your teeth. Hobbits.

Finally, you reach the top and you're not prepared for what you see.

Five of the Nazguls, tall and dressed in dark armor are standing, crowded around something. Three of the Hobbits are down, but look unharmed. Merry, Pippin, and Sam. Then where is Frodo?

A scream cuts through the air, this one mortal, nothing that the Wraiths could produce. Your blood runs cold and for a moment, you're frozen. Frodo.

But then Aragorn lets out a cry, he leaps and slices at the Nazguls, a torch in his hand. Where'd he get that from?

After that, your mind jumps into action mode and you let loose an arrow and it flies towards a Nazgul's empty face. Literally, empty, you can see nothing but pitch black beneath his hood. It screams and reaches towards you, but you've already knocked another arrow and it sinks into its face again.

You can't see Frodo still, but you know where he is. The air seems to ripple just a bit behind where you're now standing and part of you knows it's him. You've drawn another arrow while Aragorn waves the torch in front of you. The Ringwraiths don't seem to like that, as they cringe away from it. Is that their one weakness?

Firing another arrow that clangs off of one's armor, you don't let that deter you. You haven't been in too many battles, much less against these things, but your body knows what to do. Stay focused, keep moving, and be aware of everything at all times.

There's a scream of agony behind you and you risk a glance. Frodo has reappeared, but he's much paler now. He's shaking and shivering and his shoulder is bleeding as he cries out.

There's a clang of metal and you turn to let fly another arrow, deflecting against a sword.

Sam is up and rushes to his friend's side as you and Aragorn push them back. You shoot another and it sinks into a Nazgul's hood. They're all screaming so loud you feel like your ears will soon bleed.

Aragorn's torch makes contact with a Nazgul's rope and it lights on fire, the being itself screaming in pain. You laugh and shout, "Nice!"

The Ringwraith on fire now stumbles back into two of his friend, also setting them on fire. Aragorn pushes one back to the edge where it has no other choice but to fall. You, however, are out of arrows. You throw your bow to the side and duck the swing of a blade, stumbling backward. "Aragorn!" you cry, screaming and rolling out of the way as a blade clangs at the stone where you just were.

Something hurdles through the air and the torch lands smack in the center of the thing's face. It screams and falls over the edge. Your friend rushes over and hauls you up, touching your face gently. "Are you alright?"

You look up at him and nod. "Yeah," you say breathlessly.

Frodo cries out again and you both break apart to rush over to him. He's on the ground surrounded by his friends. He's just as pale and still writing in pain.

"Help him, Strider," says Sam, on the brink of tears.

Something glints beside Frodo and you pick it up. It's a dagger and you know what it is just off of stories. "He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." The blade itself disintegrates into the air and you throw the hilt down angrily.

Frodo cries out again.

Hurridly, Aragorn picks him up again, despite Frodo's wails. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine."

Quickly, you pick up your arrows and bow and stow them back on your person, running to catch up with the others. Aragorn has made the Hobbits pick up camp and you assist them before running after Aragorn, who is already halfway down the hill by now.

You make your way into the forest, knowing that the wraiths are still very much out there, very much not dead, and very angry. You're kneeling beside Frodo, hushing him and pushing back his sweaty hair. Yet his skin is cold to the touch. His cries quickly get quieter as he tiers out. He's not bleeding, but with this, he wouldn't. No, he's been poisoned. There's still a shade of the blade inside him.

In the clearing, you're surrounded by stone trolls, but you barely notice. Poor Frodo, you bet he didn't ask to do any of this, he didn't want to get involved in this.

"Look, Frodo," Sam says, sitting beside you. "It's Mister Bilbo's trolls." He touches his friend's face and cries out, "He's going cold!"

"Is he going to die?" asks Pippin, also on the verge of tears. Your heart breaks.

Aragorn turns and says, "He's passing into the Shadow World. He'll soon become a Wraith, just like them."

Frodo gasps and you scowl. "Strider!"

A Ringwraith screeches in the distance and you look around. It's too close for comfort. For a moment, Frodo's gasps match thairs.

"They're close," you say.

"Sam." Aragorn walks towards the Hobbit and touches his arm. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"

Sam nods quickly. "Aye, Kingsfoil, that's a weed."

"It may help to slow the poision." He hands him his torch and says, "Quickly. Khaya, you watch them. Be on guard."

You nod and look back down at Frodo as the two of them run into the woods to look for that plant. "Hang on, Frodo, you'll be fine, I promise."

Frodo closes his eyes, his breathing becoming slower. He's tired, you know that, but he must stay awake.

Gently, you pat at his face. "Come on, Frodo, stay awake. There."

His eyes meet yours and for a moment, you see your brother in them. They were the same color.

The minutes seem to stretch longer. Merry and Pippin sit beside you, but none of you speak. You cradle Frodo's head in your lap, trying not to worry. You all were so close, just a few more days and you would have been at Rivendell.

"Will he be okay, Khaya?" asks Pippin.

For a second, you forget that that's the name Strider gave you to hide your identity. But you nod, hastily. "Yes, he will be. We just have to wait for Strider and Sam, they'll have some medicine. Then we'll get a horse and ride him off to Rivendell."

"What about the Ringwraiths?" asks Merry in a hushed voice as if they would hear him.

You huff and scowl at the ground. "I--I don't know, Master Merry, but Strider will. He always does."

Gently placing Frodo's head on the grass, you stand. You need to move, you need to stand, you need to walk. You wonder what's taking Aragorn and Sam so long as you wander towards a towering stone giant. What did Sam say? Mister Bilbo's trolls? What did that even mean? And what is taking Aragorn so long?

You hear a twin snap in the distance and the gallop of hooves. Your heart drops to your feet and you turn faster than you ever have before, your dagger drawn.

But it is no Ringwraith. No, this is the opposite. A fair lady with dark long hair rides atop a white horse, dressed in a green cloak. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman you've seen. And you've seen a lot. Immediately, you know she's an Elf, not just from her grace from dismounting a horse or how she seems to float through the air, but by her pointy ears.

You don't even put your knife away, just watch with an open mouth as she kneels beside Frodo and speaks in Elvish, a language so beautiful you nearly cry on the spot. Her voice is light and airy, and you're sure, if it were possible, she'd be radiating white light.

"Who is she?" asks Merry, having come to stand beside you with Pippin.

Aragorn comes from the clearing with Kingsfoil in his hands. You know her name, only by the stories Aragorn had told you.

"Frodo," the Elf says in the common tongue. Aragorn chews up the Kingsfoil in his mouth and Sam appears beside you.

"She's an Elf," he says.

"She is Arwen," you whisper, finally sheathing your dagger. What good would it have been against a Nazgul anyway?

Aragorn lifts Frodo's shirt and places the paste on Frodo's wound. He gasps and his eyes widen.

"He's not going to last," Arwen says. "We must get him to my father."

Hastily, the two of them pick Frodo up and Aragorn carries him to Arwen's horse.

"I've been looking for you for two days," Arwen says.

Merry steps forward quickly. "Where are you taking him?"

"There are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know," she continues on.

Aragorn says something in Elvish, but Arwen counters back at him. They have a conversation while you and the Hobbits watch in curiosity.

"What are they saying?" Pippin asks.

You simply shrug. "I don't know."

Arwen says something that makes Aragon pause. Then, now back in the common tongue, she says, "I do not fear them."

Aragorn gently takes her hand. He says something in Elvish and she smiles before mounting her horse. Frodo moans. "Arwen. Ride hard. Don't look back."

Exchanging one last look, Arwen speaks to her horse in Elvish and they take off into the night.

Sam looks up angrily at Aragorn and shouts, "What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!"

Aragorn hesitates, and for a moment, you see him regretting his choice. But you touch his arm and he looks at you.

"She'll be fine," you tell him and that seems to make him feel better.

He turns to the rest of the Hobbits and says, "Come, we must go. Rivendell is much further and we can waste no time."

[good-beanswrites]

*Knocks on door* heard we could ask for director's commentary on our punishments...would like to know what you were thinking for the Es Quest Bad End in more detail....

Haha, sure 😂 It's all under the cut, my rambly thoughts in pink!

You open your eyes. 

I'm a sucker for the repetitive loop starts, I had to open with something recognizable :) Writing in second person present tense was a really new and fun project for me, haha. Also, not that this took a long time to draw, but it gave me a new appreciation for you adding a drawing to pretty much every update omg >:0

The temple looks the same as it always has. The thought usually comes as a relief – after a particularly difficult hero, the return to routine is a blessing. Seeing everything back in its place always fills you with a sense of peace. God once explained that all of existence is a circle. Something about eternity and cycles and perfection. You didn’t quite understand, but you enthusiastically told Him that you did. You didn’t want to appear as a clueless child. And anyway, you grew to love the loops. 

My attempt of channeling autistic coded Amane... both seeking the familiar/routine no matter the cost, and trying to act more knowledgeable to avoid the shame of not understanding :( Both in canon and in esquest I'm so emotional about how Amane finds comfort in things that normally are healthy -- religion, community, family, rules -- but they aren't healthy in her case. I tried to paint the loops/eternity as something good here, planning on flipping it around by the end.

(Also, I went with the catholic practice of capitalizing He/Him for God -- I know Amane isn't catholic but I liked the effect)

But not now. 

This time, your head whips around, looking for something that should be here. Well, it shouldn’t be here, but you expected it to be.

You pace the chamber’s echoing floor, but there’s no sign of it. Did you really expect it to be here? Did you really get your hopes high? You should not have been so naive. The hat isn’t here. How could you have been so stupid?

Ah, the painful divide of being hopeful, but trying to convince yourself you were never hopeful in the first place, or that it was wrong to be, so that the disappointment stings less :(

“What are you looking for?”

You nearly startle at the voice. God stands behind you. He does not sound pleased. 

“N-nothing!”

The word come out in a panic. Then, as you’re struck with the realization that you just lied to God, your eyes drop to the ground. “I mean… it’s nothing of importance.”

She's just a kid!!! Kids lie on instinct when they panic!!! (I mean, adults lie on instinct when they're panicked too...) I wasn't sure how rebellious you view her in the story, but I felt like she loved/feared God enough to immediately try and correct her mistake without necessarily admitting to it. A smooth cover up so that she doesn't feel guilty but also doesn't get in trouble. I feel like she'd be toeing this line a lot...

He steps closer, and you shy away from His suspicion. 

Despite the glare He shoots up at you, God’s voice is even. “Are you sure?”

Once again, I'm sure how omnipotent he is in your version, but I pictured him knowing absolutely everything. He knows how high she had her hopes. He knows what she's hiding from him now. But he's playing it cool and making her come out and say it.

“Y-yes. I thought… last time there was…” You take a moment to collect your thoughts. God pauses as you do so. He is always patient with you. He loves you, after all. You inhale. “The last hero tried to change things, but they did not. I knew they couldn’t,” you lie, “so I was just seeing the proof.”

“Yes, they failed. There is nothing to look for here.”

“Of course.”

I debated on having Amane actually witness Es defeated, had proof of some kind. I decided that leaving it up to God's word made it hurt more -- readers (myself included) would still have hope that maybe is Es really is coming back, and God is just saying that to keep her complacent. The unknown makes it even more painful to watch Amane give up that hope and turn her back on the possibility.

God leaves you, then. The temple drops into silence. He is right. There is nothing to look for. You aren’t quite sure what emotion you’re left with. Your chest feels as empty as the chamber around you.

The next hero, however, finds out exactly what you were feeling. They take one step into your cell, and you tear them apart. 

I was trying to keep these are drabbles but honestly there could have been a whole fic focused on this in-between time: how long did it take before the next hero came? What did Amane do when God told her she'd have to do it all again? I wanted to make her Big Choice having to do with accepting punishments, but I could have easily made this the Big Final Choice. What was it like, walking down to her cell and locking herself up, after everything? Is the new hero painful because they remind her of Es, they are nothing like Es, or she doesn't even give them a chance to find out?

It all happens in a moment. It shouldn’t be them walking through the door. You scream, accusing the flailing hero of things they never could have done. You cry, accusing yourself of things you never should have done. You let your claws tear however they please. 

Looking at the mess before you, you feel like the monster everyone feared you were. 

You don’t really care. 

Brief moment of showing just how much pain she's in but still can't process her emotions so she lashes out in violence, but also.... one (1) moment of catharsis as a treat. Go Girl Fuck Em Up! Also giving the audience a brief taste of hope that she's accepting herself and realizing how powerful she is (hinting towards her using that power to stand up for herself) only to drop it immediately after ;-; sorry ;-;

That is, until God appears once more. He looks on the scene with disgust. It’s the type of face the villagers would flash your way before turning away to whisper something. It’s the look you saw from your parents, a silent warning about what was about to follow. You knew this situation was no different. 

You were monstrous, and you would be punished as one. 

“This type of behavior is not why I chose you.” God says. “I chose you to be special.”

This was the closest I could get to the sting of "I'm not mad, just disappointed." I think if God was openly angry or cruel Amane would challenge him much easier, but she's so busy caring if she made people proud, if she didn't disappoint them, if she was good enough for them, that those things hurt the most to hear.

“I understand.” 

“Come with me.” 

This was right. This was just.

Once again a little catholicism while knowing Amane is her own religion -- there's a prayer at the beginning of mass where you chant "It is right and just [to give thanks to God]" It sounds pretty normal on its own, plus I might get to jumpscare people with it lol

Your feet remain stuck. Es...

No. You do need to do this.

For most of my planning process, I was set on using a little photoshop so that the final, desperate ask would come from you, actually! But I was really committed to the emotional pacing of the ending, and nothing takes someone out of the rhythm like "I would not fucking say that" 😅 The same thing stopped me from asking some of the typical commenters to send stuff in (plus I didn't want to implicate them in my crime 😅)

It was really fun considering ways that a fourth-wall voice may influence my story, but I knew the most emotional route was just some simple pleading right at the end. I wasn't sure it it would still hit as hard with the second person pov -- would it really feel like Amane was turning her back on You if you were already immersed as Amane? But I tried anyway asdfsdf

These voices, they were wrong last time. Only one person had proved undoubtedly correct this whole time, and you should have listened to Him from the beginning. 

There is a reason everything is circular. The loops make sense. Routine means perfection. Change never brings anything except pain. This time, you will be good. You will be good enough. 

By this time, I wanted the cycles to suddenly feel suffocating to the reader, and reminding them of the many, many more loops Amane will be trapped in after this ends. And I'm still breaking my own heart with how she values "being good" over being treated decently...

You follow God.

Your chin is held high. You need no saving form heroes, or voices, or anyone. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. You’re special. You may not be perfect, but that is why you must endure these lessons. God must love you so much, since he is willing to teach them again and again. How patient he must be.

She is special, and is strong, and not just a weak child who relies on others to save her, but!!! In this case she does need saving!! She needs people looking out for her and protecting her!! That's not a shameful thing to admit! Even putting God's manipulative love aside, I feel like her insistence in canon to never be treated like a child just shows that she can't accept needing any help whatsoever -- to do so is the exact same as admitting she's weak/a failure/etc.

He turns his face away, in time to miss one last tear that slips down your cheek. You hear the smile in his voice. 

“There’s a good girl.”

Just. Reminding everyone. And hurting myself. About how Amane will literally sacrifice herself physical and mental safety just to hear that said about her. Ah.

[ro-is-struggling]

Number one (I absolutely love little mix <3)with Steve

Hi anon!! thank you so much for requesting something! I didn’t know if you wanted this to be with Steve Harrington or Rogers, but I went with Cap because I’m in the mood for Marvel. Also I’m sorry this took me so long to post!

Woman Like Me || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You had the biggest crush on Steve, but you thought you were too different to work as a couple. Although that didn't mean you couldn't have a little fun with him.

Or the one where Steve is shy and you love to tease him.

Based on the prompt 1 from this prompt list: “And every time we touch, boy, you make me feel weak // I can tell you’re shy, and I think you’re so sweet” (Woman Like Me by Little Mix)

Warnings: shy!steve (he's so adorable omg), mutual pining, fluff but like a lot of it

English is not my first language

Word count: 3000+

Notes: I wrote this in a couple of hours while trying to distract myself from another story that is giving me some trouble so I'm sorry if it sucks :(

There weren't many things you were certain about in your life. As part of the Avengers, your daily life was plagued with problems and difficult decisions that made you question every step you took. You loved your job because it allowed you to help people and build a better world. But you also hated it because it meant that your mind never had a break, always worrying about doing the right thing and wondering if you had proceeded in the right way. Your thoughts were a mess of disastrous emotions most of the time, and you always ended up doubting yourself and your abilities.

However, there were two things you never doubted. One, you had the biggest crush on Steve Rogers. And two, you two were incompatible. 

It wasn't because he was your Captain and flirting with him would be inappropriate—God knows that hadn't stopped you in the past—, but because Steve was the most different person to you on the entire team. On the battlefield he was confident and determined. He always knew what to do and how to do it, and he never seemed to doubt his judgment, inspiring confidence in anyone who listened to him talk for more than five minutes.  But behind closed doors, Steve was a big softie, shy and reserved. And you weren't. In fact, you were the exact opposite, drawing everyone's attention to you when you walked into a room. You were confident and enjoyed having everyone's eyes on you, a quality that in your mind kept you from the possibility of being with someone like Steve.

But just because you two wouldn't work as a couple didn't mean you couldn't have a little fun with him. Steve was a man who blushed easily and you loved watching the redness slowly creep up his neck, settling on his cheeks every time someone gave him a compliment. It gave him an innocent look that drove you crazy, especially when it was your comments that caused it. 

Naturally, being the type of person you were, it didn't take you long to make it your personal mission to make Steve blush as many times as you could. It was like a game to you, testing the waters to find out what made him tick. At first it was simple comments about how good he looked or how pretty his eyes were. He always seemed so surprised and out of his element when he heard your words, struggling to respond in coherent sentences, and you loved it. You were fascinated by the idea that someone like Captain America himself—who was not only much more older than you, but also much bigger and physically stronger—would crumble at your simple comments. He was adorable and you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach every time he blushed.

As time went on, Steve got used to your compliments and at some point they stopped having the effect they used to. So you, in your desire to see the embarrassment flash in his eyes, took it a step further, focusing your tactics on simple brushes of your body against his and more explicit comments. It was all accidental, brushing his thigh with your hand when you sat close together on movie nights or grabbing hold of his biceps to keep from falling when sudden dizziness attacked you out of nowhere. His eyes would widen and blood would quickly pool in his cheeks, but when the initial surprise passed he would lean into your touch. You didn't know if it was because he enjoyed it or because he was used to your nonsense. Whatever the reason was, you weren't complaining because it gave you an excuse to stay close to him for a little longer.

You'd love to be able to say that you had everything under control, that your teasing and casual rubbing had no effect on you, but that wasn't true. You might have Steve eating out of the palm of your hand, but it wasn't a one-way street because he had the same power over you. Only in his case it was worse, because he didn't even know what he was doing every time he smiled at you or whenever he leaned over your caresses, looking up at you with his big blue eyes full of innocence.

You were totally and utterly fucked, but you didn't want to stop even though you knew you probably should. You were addicted to him and the way he made you feel. And at this point, finding a new way to make him blush at least once a day had become part of your routine. So you kept going, even though you knew you were entering dangerous territory.

When Tony announced he was having a party you took it as another opportunity to tease Steve and see how far you could push him. You didn't even hear what the reason for the celebration was and you didn't care, all your mind did from that moment until the day of the party was think of new ways to make Steve blush. You started with your outfit, choosing a red dress that while not very revealing, hugged your curves in the best way. And once you had your look planned down to the last detail, you focused on the tactics you would use to get the job done. You were pretty sure that the crowd of strangers would play in your favor. Steve was used to putting up with your nonsense when alone or accompanied by the rest of the avengers, his best friends and the people he trusted most in the world. But a party full of guests he didn't know presented a different scenario. You decided it would be best to start small—a few compliments here, a sneaky hand on his chest there—and see where that got you.

When the day came you spent hours getting ready, locked in your room. You didn't want Steve to see you until you were ready, hoping your outfit would help you surprise him. You didn't go down to the party until it had started, making sure you heard the music and the chatter of people milling around the tower before you left your room. You wanted to make an entrance, to have his eyes locked on your figure from across the room like in the movies, and for that you needed people to be there.

You found Steve in the crowd with ease. He was sitting at the bar, drinking a few beers while chatting with Bucky and Sam. He was wearing a blue shirt that clung to his figure, accentuating his well-toned muscles. His eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment, admiring your form in the dim light of the room. You smiled at him and despite the distance separating the two of you, you were able to notice his nervousness as he realized you had caught him devouring you with your gaze.

Even though every fiber of your body wanted to run to him and wrap your arms around him to feel his body against yours, you held back, opting to enjoy the party a little first so as not to be so obvious. You were pretty sure Steve knew what was to come, he could read it in your eyes every time your gazes met, but you decided to wait. Tension and anticipation was an exciting part of that cat and mouse game you were participating in and you were counting on them to help you win.

You waited until Steve stopped looking for you in the crowd from time to time to approach, using the element of surprise to your advantage. But before you made your way over to him you turned to the dj Tony had hired for the night, asking him to play a slow song. You wanted to dance with Steve and you knew the only way you could do that would be if it was to music he was comfortable with. The guy behind the booth was nice, letting you choose which song you wanted and assuring you that he would play it next.

You approached Steve with a smile on your face, anticipation tingling inside you. He was laughing at a comment Sam had made when you appeared at his side, placing your hand on his arm to get his attention. He turned to look at you and you noticed how the breath caught in his throat at your presence, clearly not expecting to see you.

“You clean up nice!” You spoke with a smile, letting your eyes wander over his figure, admiring how the fabric hugged and accentuated the muscles of his body. “Blue is definitely your color, Captain.” You bit your lip to contain the smile that wanted to form on your face as you noticed the way Steve shifted in his seat at the mention of his title.

“T-thank you, Y/N.” He nervously blurted out, clearing his throat in an attempt to buy time for his brain to formulate a response. “You, hum, you look b-beautiful too… not that I think I'm beautiful! I don't think so highly of myself, it's just that you said-” He rambled on without thinking about what he was saying. You let out a small chuckle, endeared by his reaction and amused by Sam's disappointed face.

“It’s okay, Steve. I got you.” He let out a nervous laugh as he cursed his brain for abandoning him at that moment. You always made him look ridiculous and he really wanted to prove to you that he wasn't a complete idiot. He had been preparing himself from the moment he saw you walk into the party, imagining the thousands ways you would try to embarrass him. He thought he was ready to face you, but you didn't show up, so for a while your presence disappeared from his mind. He was beginning to relax again when you appeared at his side and his brain forgot all his cognitive functions.

“For the record, I think you are a very attractive man, Steve. Don't sell yourself short.” Steve swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. You let your eyes follow it for a moment, silently admiring the veins marking the area around his neck before returning your gaze to his eyes.

“T-thank you, Y/N.” And there it was again, the redness creeping up his neck to his cheeks. You smiled proudly, surprised that it had taken you so little to get him to blush. You thought you were past the stage where simple compliments embarrassed him. Maybe you were mistaken. Or maybe Sam and Bucky's murmuring next to him was making him nervous. Whatever was the reason, you took it as a victory, but you didn't stop there. You still wanted to know how far you could go.

Just in time, the melody of the song you had chosen to dance with Steve began to echo through the large room. Some people around you hurried to the dance floor, hugging their partners as they moved to the soft rhythm of the music. You watched the crowd for a moment before turning to look at Steve once more, finding his big blue eyes locked on your figure.

“Would you dance with me, Steve?” Your voice was soft, barely audible over the sound of the music. It took Steve a few seconds to understand what you had said, distracted by your closeness. He felt Sam's light kick to the side of his leg, bringing him back to reality. He nodded his head slightly, taking your hand in his and walking to the dance floor with you.

Steve took you by the waist, his grip unsure, and made sure to keep some distance between your bodies so as not to make you uncomfortable. You thought it was adorable the way he was taking care of you, but you wanted to feel him against you, to be completely enveloped by the warmth of his body. So you moved closer to him, running your hands up his firm chest until you reached his neck. Your fingers entwined around the back of his neck, holding him tight against you. Steve was tense, you could feel it in the stiffness of his shoulders. It wasn't a tension caused by discomfort, but one caused by nerves and fear of making a fool of himself. So you gave him a warm smile and that seemed to help him loosen up a little, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as you began to move to the gentle rhythm of the music. 

You were in heaven, trapped in Steve's strong arms as his figure towered over you. His big blue eyes watched you in wonder, as if he couldn't believe the situation he was in. A slight pinkish tint still colored his cheeks and there was nothing you wanted more than to intensify it, but you held back, deciding to enjoy the moment for a little while longer before continuing with your fun. 

The world around you ceased to exist, it was just you, him and the sound of music guiding your steps. The scent of his cologne assaulted your nostrils, every time you inhaled you breathed in his scent, intoxicating in it. Steve's fingers began to caress your waist, his thumbs moving in a circular motion over the fabric of your dress. It awakened a tingling sensation that ran through your whole body and left you completely stupid, feeling weak in the knees.

"Not so bad for a man your age." You broke the silence, joking to hide how much his simple touch affected you. You laid your head on his chest, hiding from his intense gaze in an attempt to regain your composure. But in that pose you were able to hear the sound of his heart beating rapidly against his chest and you felt a tingle of joy and pride run through your body, knowing that you were the one responsible for it. "I could get used to this." You muttered without really realizing what you were saying, losing yourself in the moment as you hummed the song under your breath.

"You're killing me, sweetheart." Steve whispered against your hair, his voice barely audible. "All the little games you play are driving me crazy."

"What if they are not just games?"  You asked, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. You noticed some confusion in his eyes and wondered if it was really so weird to think that you had feelings for him. "What if I told you I like you, Steve?"

"I would tell you I'm flattered that a beautiful woman such as yourself has such feelings for me. And that I'm glad I'm not the only one." Steve gave you one of his perfect, charming smiles, the kind that always awakened butterflies in your stomach. He sounded confident despite the slight blush on his cheeks—well, more confident than he usually sounded when he was with you—, and you had to admit you liked the way it looked on him. It was a nice change from the babbling mess he used to be in your presence.

"You look adorable when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?" You said with a smile, feeling the tingle of joy run through your whole body as you discovered that Steve also had feelings for you.

"Yes, you did actually, multiple times." He laughed. Your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment, admiring the way they curved up into his smile. God, he was perfect. His lips seemed to be so soft that you began to wonder how they would feel on yours.

"Steve," you whispered, forcing yourself to look away from his lips. "Can I kiss you?" He gave you a simple nod and that was all you needed to give in to your desires. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed your lips to his, using your grip on the back of his neck to pull him to you. Even with heels on he was still a couple of inches taller than you, his body towering over yours in an imposing manner. You loved the difference in height, loved the feel of his strong arms pressing you against his body as your lips moved together.

It was an experimental kiss, a curious brushing of lips as you tested the waters, discovering what it felt like to be bound together in such a way. Electricity ran down your spine as soon as you felt the pressure of Steve's lips on yours and you knew then and there that you couldn't go back to normal after that. There was no way you could forget what it felt like to kiss him because you were pretty sure that was all you wanted to do for the rest of your life, kiss him until you could no longer feel your lips. 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes as you intensified the kiss a little, your tongue curiously exploring his mouth. You wanted to memorize every detail of that moment, to remember forever the softness of his lips against yours and the sweet sound Steve had let out when you nibbled his lower lip playfully, the moan vibrating in his chest against yours. You were in heaven, flying through clouds of satisfaction and bliss, and you never wanted to come down. But you needed to breathe, so you were forced to separate your lips from his, though you refused to put distance between your bodies.

"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that." Steve whispered against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours as he looked into your eyes.

"I'm willing to do it again, you know, if you want." You said in a casual tone with a smile planted on your face..

"God, yes. I want everything with you." Steve assured, before crashing his lips against yours.

[selenityshiroi]

FFVII REBIRTH COMPLETED

Well...that was a complicated ending. I understand why people are as torn over it as they were Remake's ending.

The multiple worlds thing is confusing af but I do actually think they have a fully realised plan for it. This isn't a 'keep tacking things on because we have to make multiple portable games' like KH deal. They've been able to plan the full scenario and whilst they keep leaving the endings confusing and complex to keep people talking about them till the next game I do hope that the finale of game 3 WILL wrap things up.

Things I liked:

BARRET. HOLY SHIT. HE HAD SO MANY GOOD SCENES. His VA is phenomenal, the banter and connection with all the characters was amazing, we got to see his back story (and even got a glimpse of Myrna :((()...They did him SO GOOD.

Yuffie. She was perfect. She came in like a wrecking ball and didn't let up. They didn't soften her laser focus on materia and it still got her into trouble (and I'm sure the great betrayal will happen in part three still) but you also got to see her bond with the crew and get invested in things and provide a different persepective.

NANAKI. I LOVE HIM. I love how they dealt with the reveal of him actually being a baby. I love that the crew often call him Nanaki after the reveal (I actually squealed the first time Cloud referred to him as Nanaki instead of Red). I really...really hate that Nanaki stiil gets referred to by the designation Hojo gave him. And the trial at the Temple of the Ancients reinforced that for me. So the crew calling him Nanaki is very important to me. But he had such great scenes with Cloud, the trial with Barret was great...I already loved Nanaki but the game was like VINDICATION.

Cait Sith. I still don't forgive them for the mispronunciation but Cait meows the Victory Fanfare sometimes so I am slightly healed. He was amazing. I got a little teary when 1.0 met his fate, even though I knew about 2.0 because I've played OG.

Aerith.

Tifa. OMG they gave Tifa a lot in this game. I was expecting her to take a bit of a back seat, since she will become super relevant next game and I was expecting it to be Aerith's time to shine. But instead we got Tifa caught up in the weapons plot.

Which leads me to Cloti. OMG.

The kiss has gone viral and it was so shocking that they went there this early. But also not because they've been building this more intimate and physically close bond between Cloud and Tifa throughout both games. The target is obviously the Highwind and eventually AC so it's nice to see the relationship building. And it also deepens the 'Cloud's mind' plot. Because we know Tifa draws out real Cloud. It's why she can help him in the lifestream, it's why he remembers stuff about their past even when everything else is messed up, it's why he is drawn to her because he's stil that young boy who was head over heels for his next door neighbour (underneath the trauma).

But it was actually everything about Gongaga that made me go wow. because, again, it's set up. For Cloud's breakdowns, for future conflict as we approach the Northern Crater, for Tifa being able to use the lifestream to help Cloud.

Cloud was also wonderful, still (when in the right frame of mind) opening up to everyone, building bonds, softening up. And the breakdowns were handled so well. I also liked how they adapted his recollection of Zack.

I love the world, I loved the exploration. Combat was AMAZING. At first I stuck to my favs but at one point I realised that I had SO MANY weapon passives to unlock so I spent some time playing the other characters and EVERY character is super fun to play.

The whispers didn't affect the story too much so we got to experience the plot mostly as expected with some fun twists and turns and a few exceptions to the fun bit.

I love the piano mini game. I love the baby chocobos. I love that you can pet Fluffy.

Now...there is one character I didn't mention above. And I'm sure some will think it's because shipping. But, no, it's because they fumbled her.

In what SHOULD have been her game, where she bonds with the crew and makes them (and us) DEVESTATED at her death, they barely gave her anything of substance. MULTIPLE TIMES when they would wrap up a storyline the entire cast of characters would have something to say and take place in post mission banter...except Aerith who would be doing idle animation in the background. She got two significant scenes. Cosmo Canyon and TotA. Cosmo Canyon was a monologue so we didn't even get to see her bond with the crew over it and TotA her most powerful scene was her trial, which none of the others witnessed. And then they dropped the ball on her death scene, too (and, yes, conspiracy theories shut up...she's dead) by making it a header note in a poorly paced ending sequence that includes a marathon boss frenzy.

I don't ship her with Cloud. At all. I can barely see any romance in even their most intimate scenes as it all seems very platonic to me (especially in the context of Tifa and Zack existing). But the ending scenes of Aerith and Cloud were super sweet and melancholic. The failure of a date, the good bye, his brain just not able to process her death just like he couldn't process Zack's...it was pretty touching. But you just DIDN'T GET CHANCE to realy feel it. Because PRESS BUTTONS...TAKE PART IN 12 BOSS BATTLES...HAVE NEW BATTLE MECHANICS WITH ZACK...GHOST AERITH IS HERE SO NOW YOU DON'T FEEL HER LOSS

SE fucked that up. Even if they pull off the whole complacated multiple worlds stuff that a lot of people don't have faith in...they will not get that moment back.

Finally, there is one gameplay thing I hated. And that is the combination of Queens Blood, Fort Condor and that stupid Robot Battle thing. Because that is three tactical/stratagy based mini games to deal with in a non tactical/stratagy RPG. And I hate them. Queens Blood less so than the other two, because at least replays are cheap and easy. But they are not my cup of tea AT ALL. And I'm so annoyed that the Cosmo Canyon Protorelic is locked behind the stupid robot game.

BTW I clocked in at about 95 hours. I've not done everything but I did a very high chunk.

Edit: yeah...one final thing. Cid and Vincent might as well not have been in the game. They were less relevant than Johnny to the story.

But I'll end on another positive: the Junon Parade. Not only did I greatly enjoy the actual parade but MIDGAR 7th INFANTRY.

Please get them as the crew for the Highwind. I also loved Cloud's mini arc of becoming a successful leader. A+++

Overall my score of the game is probably 9/10. Might drop down or go up depending on the final game. But I'm super satisfied with it.

[abyssal-cryptid]

Still thoughts about Tears of the Kingdom (SPOILERS)

The Great Fairies look like they want to eat the small man when they first emerge

Zonai Zelda is so cute

The memories bro the memories

THERE IS A SECOND GIANT HORSE

Why cant I put flowers in their mane

Please let me marry Zonai Zelda

Rauru is like lmao Zelda I wont die *dies*

Rauru dont give Zelda more trauma she has been through so much already

Rauru is like "we will put this all on Link"

HE'S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH

I will write angry fanfic about this

Gleeoks are so terrifying what the fuck

You can upgrade your horses

What did they do to my beautiful dessert

They let me in as a man??? Noooo I was waiting to enjoy the complicated feelings of Link's gender again

Riju looks so good in this new look

Its so hot everywhere

Nooo my coins my coins!!!

Again doing shrines because I need hearts and stamina

I am a well enthusiast

I caught the golden horsie

Trying to find a perfect colored 5* speed horse is hard

Why are there gleeoks everywhere

IVE BEEN COLLECTING HORSE GEAR

Outfits my one true love

My horses are so cute

Let me customize the big horses pleaseee

I need to murder more deer for coins

Need to go deal with the Lurelin Village Pirates

DID I FREAK OUT ABOUT GIBDOS YET

I HATE THEM

Sorry I write these while Im not playing so I dont always remember to go in order

Im also writing fanfic because of course I am look at me

YOU CAN MAKE PICKAXES FROM THE MOBLIN HORNS

Im having so much fun

Shrines are becoming less awful

MY GOD I HATE GANONDORF

NOT SONIA

NOOOO

Wait how is Zelda the descendant of Sonia and Rauru if Sonia died without children

I saved this man's goats

Satori mountain is said to have endura carrots. I need them please

THE STICKY ARMOR LOOKS SO COOL

Im pro-all armors that show off Link's cool arm

I looked up how to get to Hestu and

I know what I need to do but I dont have the strength to do it

No joke theyre evil for this

How do I get gloom resistant armor

Playing the Zora main questline

The sky island has moon gravity!!

Where is Kass

The new dragon is a Light Dragon

Finally some good fucking food (All the apples on satori mountain)

Me: oh shit blood moon should be soon

Literally the next night: blood moon

Im a psychic

You are correct Roman there is so many apples here you do deserve some here you go baby boy

The checkmark you get for caves is if you killed the Bubbulfrog in there

I need to kill more

I want the full mystic armor

I have one friend who isnt into LOZ and I could tell all this to her but its no fun if she knows nothing about it

She does send me Zelda memes tho. 10/10 friend

Finally endura carrots

WAIT HOLD ON YIGA CLOTHES

OMG FINALLY

I love Malanya so much

Best god

I love Sidon but my god is he just in the way during the Water Temple

On the way, making me waste my bubbles, why do I have to be next to him to get the bubble

GET OUT OF THE WAY LET ME HIT THE CROCODILE

Useless

Hearing Zelda being referred to as the Sage of Time >>>>

Also I will not shut up about how pretty Zelda is

I have to draw her

Im a simple lesbian

My switch camera is full of screenshots of her

Every cutscene has her be so pretty

Sidon made me my own copy of him

And this man isnt marrying me

KING DOREPHAN DIDNT DIE

YAY

I dont think I could have handled that

WAIT SIDON'S BECOMING KING???

My camera roll is also full of screenshots of Sidon

NOO YONA BECAME QUEEN

DONT CALL HER BELOVED SIDON

SIDON STOP CALLING HER ENDEARING NAMES

SIDON

Yona is actually really sweet Im just having a moment

A sad day for Sidon lovers everywhere

King Sidon is handsome

He literally got on his knees to swear a vow to me and gave me a ring and married Yona

Yona is cute and I love her

Like her voice too

She's adorable

Maybe we can do a triad

Political(ish) marriage + one crackhead who attracts all the trouble

No because I still actively avoid spots where there used to be guardians

I was at a stable and went "no cant go that way there's guardians"

Nightmares wont give up ever apparently

ALSO HAVE YALL SEEN THE TIKTOKS OF LIKE

PEOPLE ABUSING THE BACKBAG KOROKS

There has been so many crucifications. The Korok Space Program. Fire is involved

I've also seen people build bombers and mechs

I love it

It seems so wild to me because I dont build in this game

If I can avoid it

I do use the dispensers but thats because its gambling

But all the material spots just get ignored

Nope

Dont care

Im going on Roman (my horsie)

But I love everyone is vibing

But still. I need easy mode

These posts are how I process the game btw. Been surprised that people have liked them. I will keep going because I have to process what I feel about things (doctor's orders)

[justsomerandohere]

ME TOO margaret proportions are a bitch to work with</33 ive also struggled a lot with claus despiye the fact hes my favourite and i used to draw him a lot and im SO SAD ABOUTBTHAT

i did get andy and melody down tho!! gave thwm redesigns <33

OMG CLAUS IS MY FAVORITE TOO

I have trouble drawing him mostly on paper bc I need his head to be round and I can’t draw perfect circles. Otherwise I don’t usually struggle if it’s digital art

the others I can pretty much draw just fine and I’ve given most of them my own little redesigns as well!

[therealpetrat]

my drawing privileges are now revoked.

(the reference image looked like this ok maybe you can understand why the drawing looks like that 😀)

other captions include:

this is intermediate I'm a beginner,

AYO?????

there was an attempt...

stop looking at me like that,

Mom come pick me up I'm scared,

female gays.

why is drawing so hard the LEFT EYE and the ARM OMG THE ARM it literally gave me so much trouble and it's still not right and the whole angle and placement of literally everything is completely off but it's ok 🙂

anyways thanks for watching leave a like and subscribe 💀

[gemma-collins-ily]

Please make a rec list with your favourites Jesper imagines (including yours 😁) I love him so much 🥰🥰🥰

¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸𝔍𝔢𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔉𝔦𝔠 ℜ𝔢𝔠𝔰¸♫·¯·♪¸¸♩·¯·♬¸

• APPEALING by @trashykawahq

Summary: There’s something that draws him in like no one ever has, the moment he sees her stumbling through those door. Maybe it’s the way she seems so out of place, a diamond stumbling into a sack of coal.

“Do you not see many new faces around here?” she raises an eyebrow, and she feels a jolt of…something, something nice, when he chuckles.

“I do. Just not people as striking as you.” He responds. “Jesper Fahey.” He adds, reaching for her hand. Jesper feels her hand in his, warm and soft, and he lets his touch linger a little longer than necessary.

Comment: 🦋🦋🦋 BUTTERFLIES AAH it was so well written and poetic and just generally so fantastic!!!

• GRAY by @sunny-reys

Summary: "Tell me you love me. I need to hear it just the once."

His shoulders are pressed against yours, trusting you to make sure he doesn’t take a round in the back of his skull. It’s a position you’ve taken many times before, the two of you against the world. You only wish you could love it as much as you did.

Comment: vv angsty and painful but in a way that makes me think omg your writing is just that good. yeah, in that way :)

• NEW INVESTMENT by @nottluvr

Summary: Jesper gets a bit jealous when someone who’s at his level of shooting joins the Crows in a new heist.

Why didn’t he think of that? Jesper thought, he had done something like this before in a heist three months ago. “So, are we doing this or not? Or are you just going to stand there with your pretty face and do nothing?” she asked him, he glared at her, but blushed slightly when she called him pretty. “Yes, let’s get out of here.”

Comment: rivals to lovers that was written so well ugh amazing 5/5😍

• FLIRTY AFFAIRS by @/nottluvr

Summary: He’s a flirt and you knew that and you couldn’t help but fall for him, even though you knew you weren’t special to him.

“You’ve been staring at him for a while now,” she heard a voice said from behind her. Inej. y/n turned around and gave her a slight smile, “I can’t help it. You know that.”

Comment: cute cute cute cute aah💞

CHOCOLATE CAKE AND GINGER BISCUITS by @brekkers-desigirl

Summary: You can't bear the disappointment of Jesper without his favourite baked goods, so you suppose putting them aside is the only solution.

“Hi.” he said, his voice merry.

You raised an eyebrow, “Someone’s in a good mood, Jesper.”

“I’m always in a good mood when you’re around, love.” he moved a little closer, his face mere inches from yours. Close enough so you could see the all the little ridges on his face and nose.

Comment: the "your the sharpshooter" made my heart go ansndnbsbs yk??? adorable!!!

BULLET REVELATIONS by @lovemenotplz

Summary: Hating someone but still saving their neck is hard. Especially when Jesper can’t stray away from trouble and y/n was paid to not stray away from him.

“are you seriously going to stalk me now?”

“don’t flatter yourself, fahey. i’m getting paid to babysit you.”

“you’re acting as if you’re not happy about it,” jesper fahey smirked as he walked towards the slat, his temporary shadow, tailing right behind, “can’t get enough of this,” he gestured to his face, “at the slat and the club?”

Comment: this- perfect amount of everything, literally so perfect🥺

SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER by @ellora-brekker

Summary: Jesper doesn't want to tell you something.

“You don’t dare tell her alright?” Jesper’s voice was breathless and panicked as he wrapped his arm around his side.

“Tell me what?”

Comment: all I have to say is... cuties💖

STRANGERS by @mad-elia

Summary: Jesper meets a rather unusual girl at his favourite casino.

“May I buy you a drink?” he asked, sounding far more flustered than he’d prefer as he sat across from you. You raised an eyebrow, tapping the almost full glass in front of you. “I think it’s rather obvious that I already have one, sir.” Your tone matched the teasing smile that graced your features as your eyes again connected with his.

Comment: this was so good wth I really smiled like an absolute mad lad whilst reading aww

BELONGING TO THE MAN YOU HAD BETRAYED by @/gemma-collins-ily

Summary: Unexpected circumstances cause you to turn to the worst, and be poisoned by the best.

Jesper had looked at you with such hatred but his eyes of chocolate hue had been sparked with a dash of concern and hope too. Maybe it was a hope that you would die for what you did: it should have been. But you grasped that small part of you that was in dire need to think it was because he loved you still, that the boy with the hazel hair still held you somewhat close to his heart.

Comment: it's my own fic I feel a bit silly but you asked lol it's just my favourite fic I've written

[bellamyblake]

OMG, please give me more of those headcanons you had in the tags of that last gif!!!!!!

of madi and bellarke being parents and Gus as the other kid? oh i love that yeah;

i think that in a parallel season 5 universe, the earth never got destroyed and bellamy got the 80 acres he negotiated;

a week or so after they settle there, he asks madi and clarke to come there too, knowing they didn't really own their home anymore because of the Eligius kru and Octavia's people making room in the valley; they were lost and have been running around from cave to cave with the rover, trying to find some peace;

it's madi who convinces clarke to stay; she's still feeling guilty about everything that happened between her and bellamy, how she let O almost kill him in the fighting pits so things between them are strained and they barely talk to each other;

they both pretend to be busy with other stuff-bellamy with building this camp and the cabins and clarke with helping monty put the crops in or showing emori and murphy how to properly cook the fish; things between bellamy and e/xho have been on the outs since they actually started the camp and bellamy has mostly resided to his own company feeling a little bit alone and lost though he had his family there;

clarke thought she was making things awkward for him;

overall they were being dumbasses who couldn't really see what was happening and madi was sick of it so she made up a plan with murphy, emori, harper and monty so that bellamy and clarke ended up on alone on a hunting trip;

things were awkward at first, they didn't really know how to talk to each other but when it got dark and the rover got stuck in the mud, they had one of their typical dropship days fights and suddenly everything just burst after that;

he cried and asked her for forgiveness for leaving her alone and not waiting for her; she apologized for leaving him in the pits and hugging him tighter than ever before;

the truth was they just missed each other; after that things settled down and madi kept finding more ways for them to hang around until they seeked each other's company on their own, mostly by the fire at night when everyone else was already asleep;

bellamy started building the cabins; it caused a lot of arguing from clarke because he oftentimes got hurt-broke a finger, fell off the roof, sprained his ankle, twisted his knee; she was always there to patch him up and give him a speech about it while he and madi shared knowing looks-clarke cared, she got angry but she loved them so much and they both knew it;

madi and bell built a special bond in those times; she helped a lot with the houses too, insisted she went out to chop and carry woods with him, sawdusted the beams, helped him draw out the blueprints and gave ideas;

by the time he was making Clarke and Madi's cabin, it was already clear that there'd be a place for him there as well, especially after they spent a particularly long day out by the river which drew out to the middle of the night when Clarke came back drunk on berry wine and bellamy had his silly goofy 'I'm-so-in-love' eyes that made Madi laugh;

it was exactly a year in since they started this camp that bellamy, clarke and madi moved in together;

the summer during the next one they got married by the river; clarke was already pregnant with their little boy by then;

it was a little worrysome for madi when the kid came along, she was afraid that clarke would forget about her especially because she wasn't her real kid but those fears quickly went away;

both bellamy and clarke made sure she knew how much she was still loved and Madi started loving being around Gus or helping Clarke out with him;

problem was when Gus started growing and she was insistent on turning him into a little rascal; they ran around freely and got themselves into trouble; Clarke didn't mind them experiencing life as it was but she could never stop worrying, the true mom that she was;

madi was determined to teach gus everything she knew-how to ride a horse, how to catch a fish, how to put snares; she was growing and she knew she'd soon leave camp, maybe go off and try her own luck at life-it bothered her and scared her, which is why she was in such a rush;

Gus was a sweet and chubby little kid, a mini copy of bellamy; the problem with him was that he had such a big heart and was so good and naive that clarke worried what the world would do to him when he grew up;

when people were mean to him, he just reached out and held their hand or smilled; when a kid pushed him on the ground, he got up and cleaned his knees, then said "That's rude. I don't like people getting hurt." even if 'people' was him;

madi was set on teaching him how to fight at least on a basic level and though clarke was against it bellamy actually supported it; he was scared for Gus because he was so good he didn't want the world to break him the way it broke him and Clarke;

Gus didn't want to hit madi back when they trained, he always turned it into a game and climbed up on her back or snuggled in her chest; madi who was now a teenager simply gave up and threw her hands in the air "It's useless...my brother's not a warrior." Gus didn't mind that, he just hugged her harder;

later on when Rory came in the picture-their third child Madi was finally happy that she had another warrior sister by her side but once little River came into their little family when Bellamy and Clarke were already much older, it got clear that he'd be the baby they most spoilled;

still, at night when the kids were asleep and bellamy and clarke sat on the front porch by the swingset he built for them, they smiled and hugged each other.

"It's a good life, princess." he said looking at the stars "I'm glad we're here."

"Me too, Bell." she reached out and kissed his cheek before snuggling on his chest again "Me too."