#harem: brent

[thx-immortal-harxm]

closed starter for @courtesons Brent and Peter

It was certainly the first time Brent had been struck with this growing feeling of need, an absolute desire to just have that man all to himself. It was sttrange, since the politician was quite familiar with having various people propsition themselves to him. But he had always held off, wanting to pour all his time and energy into the right one. And once he had seen the superhero in person, saving him and countless others at City Hall, Brent knew that this was the one.

Fate seemed to agree with him, when the other men had also agreed that they felt the same way. It would make for a welcome addition to their home. But there was the unspoken question of who Spiderman really was underneath his mask. To them, he was just a famed hero with a perfect ass. If they wanted his attention and have him in their lives, they would certainly need to know more about him than just who he was in public.

As someone who rarely waited around for what he wanted, Brent opted to take advantage of the heroes' gala that evening. It was an event to commemorate all the hard work the superheroes had done for the city, and for him to personally thank Spiderman for saving his life once more. Brent had slipped the smaller man a note during their handshake, asking for a more private audience upstairs in his office during the event. And so, here the two of them were, one clad in mystery, and the other willing to lay his cards down on the table.

"I appreicate you taking the time to meet me, Mr. Spiderman. Please, take a seat. This is a bit more of a... personal meeting, I'm afraid. Nothing quite like what's happening downstairs. I have more of a proposition for you, if you'd be willing to listen."

[luluonthe3ds]

Party Crashers host club AU where it plays out similarly to OHSHC… (・ω・)

Brent accidentally stumbles upon a host club mistakenly taking it for a café, (don’t think too much about the specifics xD) and when he attempts to leave, he knocks down a very expensive item—breaking it.

The host club’s “Prince” proposes that Brent works there until he can pay off his debt, and Brent begrudgingly accepts his offer.

Despite his awkwardness at first, Brent was somehow talented at charming his customers, (and co-workers) leading him to climb up in sales fast.

a harem between him and his co-hosts ensues but Brent is too attached to all of them equally to even think about “choosing one”.

[iincantatorum]

[thecreaturecodex]

Aniwye

Image © Brent Hollowell

[Welcome to Creature Codex: World Tour! It’s been a while since I’ve done a dedicated block of mythological/folkloric entities, and my theme this time around is “no theme in particular”. I’m going to be spending a month on each of the six (inhabited) continents, with the hope of highlighting some cultures and traditions that I’ve otherwise neglected. For example, the Australasia chunk will contain monsters from New Zealand, Melanesia and Polynesia in addition to mainland Australia. I also will be using this opportunity for more “if I ran the zoo” monsters; new stat blocks for monsters I don’t like the official Paizo versions of.

First up is North America, and we’re starting with the aniwye, a giant killer skunk from the Anishinaabe people. This image has been circulating around for a while representing the aniwye, but as near as I can figure, was originally intended to be a honey badger inspired monster. Brent Hollowell’s original art blog is gone, and although most pieces from it have reappeared on his newer official web presence, this one has not. There is an aniwye in D&D 5e through Tome of Beasts 2 by Kobold Press: that one is a shapeshifter, inspired by versions where an ogre is turned into a skunk after he is killed. My version draws from a Cree version of the story where Wolverine kills Aniwye, in which Aniwye has supernatural tracking abilities.]

Aniwye CR 10 LE Magical Beast This creature appears like a skunk the size of an elephant. It has long flat claws on its forelegs, an array of fangs, and a white stripe running along its back. Its stench is eye-watering.

The aniwye is a giant skunk that behaves more like a dragon. They are overlords of wide ranges of woodland territory, demanding fealty and tribute. The domain of an aniwye may have little outward indication of ownership, although aniwye do decorate trailheads and landmarks with trophies taken from their victims. Most aniwye are so territorial that they demand no other sapient creature cross their path, and if they find that one has, will track it down to kill it in retribution. Aniwye are phenomenal trackers, able to follow a trail at top speed without penalty, and gaining supernatural knowledge of the creatures they are tracking.

In combat, an aniwye uses its corrosive blast as much as it can. Its glandular secretions are so powerful that an aniwye stinks without spraying, but the spray is blinding and can corrode through stone, wood and flesh. In between blasts, an aniwye fights with its claws and teeth. They are stubborn combatants, and in defense of their territory typically fight to the death, spraying to the last breath.

Aniwye are voracious omnivores that consume primarily meat, fruit and berries. They have a special fondness for venomous animals and poisonous plants. The tribute they demand of other creatures often takes the form of foods rather than more permanent goods, especially baked, fermented or otherwise prepared. A single male aniwye tends to rule over a larger territory, with several smaller female territories within it. The females remain dispersed except during the winter, when the whole harem typically gathers together. Aniwye are typically less active during the winter, although they do not hibernate. 

Aniwye                                CR 10 XP 9,600 LE Huge magical beast Init +7; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +17, scent Aura stench (30 ft., Fort DC 21) Defense AC 23, touch 11, flat-footed 20 (-2 size, +3 Dex, +12 natural) hp 136 (13d10+65) Fort +13, Ref +13, Will +10 Immune acid, poison; SR 21 Defensive Abilities ferocity Offense Speed 40 ft. Melee bite +18 (2d6+7), 2 claws +18 (1d8+7) Space 15 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks corrosive blast (60 foot cone, Ref DC 21, 13d6 acid damage plus blindness, 1d4 rounds), death burst, quarry Statistics Str 24, Dex 16, Con 21, Int 10, Wis 19, Cha 13 Base Atk +13; CMB +22; CMD 35 (39 vs. trip) Feats Alertness, Blind-fight, Combat Reflexes, Improved Initiative, Iron Will, Lightning Reflexes, Power Attack Skills Climb +12, Perception +17, Sense Motive +14, Survival +20; Racial Modifiers +8 Survival Languages Infernal, Sylvan SQ predictive tracker Ecology Environment temperate forest and hills Organization solitary, pair or harem (3-6) Treasure standard Special Abilities Corrosive Blast (Su) The spray of an aniwye acts as a breath weapon, except that it is released from anal glands instead of breathed out. A creature that takes acid damage from an aniwye’s corrosive blast must succeed a DC 21 Fortitude save or be blinded for 1d10 minutes. The save DC is Constitution based. Death Burst (Su) When it takes damage that would kill it, an aniwye may use its corrosive blast as an immediate action. If its corrosive blast has not recharged, this blast deals minimum damage (15 on a failed save). Predictive Tracker (Su) When it uses Survival to follow a creature’s tracks, an aniwye learns that creature’s species, age, gender, alignment, class and level or Hit Dice. It may also designate a creature identified in this fashion as its quarry, even if it does not have line of sight to that creature. Quarry (Ex) As a standard action, an aniwye may denote one target within its line of sight, or that it has identified with its predictive tracker ability, as its quarry. Whenever the aniwye is following the tracks of its quarry, it can take 10 on his Survival skill checks while moving at normal speed without penalty. In addition, it receives a +2 insight bonus on attack rolls and damage rolls made against his quarry, and all critical threats are automatically confirmed. It can dismiss this effect at any time as a free action, but it then cannot select a new quarry for 24 hours. If the aniwye sees proof that its quarry is dead, it can select a new quarry after waiting 1 hour.

[magicalgardenofhypnosis]

Possessing A Harem # 2

Part 1

Tyler, Chris and Brenton follow me faithfully back to my cabin with excitement and vigor in their step.

“You two Get Brenton acclimated “

“Yes Sir”

“That will keep busy “

“I need to fix this wand “

“Eureka”

I find myself jumping like a lunatic in a fit of happy rage fullness.

“Are you alright sir?”

“Yes bois”

“Kneel at my feet”

“Do you understand that you all have a purpose?”

“To protect and serve you sir”

“To be your home boi sir”

“To be your bodyguard sir”

“At your service sir”

“Kiss me”

“Make It good”

“Make me believe it”

Part 2

It’s been a weird day and a half since it put Chris under my control and he is all too thrilled for it.

He wants to spend time with me alone so he plans some time away from Tyler and Brent.

They are pissing off with pouting mouths but that was a while ago.

“Master, are you ok?”

“I am perfect Chris”

“You are indeed my love”

“They will be fine Sir”

“Naturally, I am not concerned about them.”

“Great!”

“What do you have planned ?”

“Meet my friend”

“This is Henry”

“Hello sir”

“Work out with me?”

“Go for it sir”

“What are you up to?”

“I swear”

“Nothing”

Part 3

“What’s really going on?”

“Free session”

“On me”

“What is the catch?”

“A hypnosis subject “

“Ok let’s barter “

I smirk as he sets up the equipment in a tiny circle his ass jiggling in the air.

He tells me about how shocked he was to see his friend Chris with a guy.

I move pass him to sit on the machine with a crack in my widen smile.

I play a game with him digging in for a coin and flipping it into the air.

Every time I let it fly it hits the light shining so bright into his eyes.

Talking him down into a slow crawl as his mind fades in to the darkness.

“Focus on the coin letting it flip in the air”

“All that matters is the trance”

“Feeling so good, sinking in to the floor and obey.”

“Yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssss”

“You will submit completely to me”

“I will forever “

The end

[grumpycakes]

Omg u have ocs pls share

loll ssooooooo many, like... which story would you like to hear about

Prince Guarding - Magical medieval setting, after a large trading town was demolished there's an influx of displaced children, the kingdom town offers to take the children in either in the knights program or the castle staff. When the young prince finds friends with some of the newcomers it all seemed fine. Until they get older and the prince has taken a liking to one of his friends. The looming question of why the town was attacked, who the parents are of the Guard, and the world at large threaten to either tear the friends apart or make them bonded together foerever - most developed vv gay

Fly Away - Magical war set in current times, teenagers/young adults got stuck with the curse/chosen-ness cause the last generation didn't fix the curse or reset it right. Started back when I was 13 and has a self insert lololol

Listen to the Band - two juniors find themselves unexpected friends. Paul, one of the drum majors of their highschool marching band and Tyler the older brother of a trumpet player in the band. As the two learn they have more in common than they think their personal and school lives only get tougher as they get older (HAVENNNTTT fully decided to commit to the gay on this one, v fraught around Ty's fam and some drug use)

School Psychics - Alex, an empath who sees peoples emotions as auras around them, creates a school club for other psychic kids in school. Anne - telekinetic, Caleb - postcognition/seeing the past, and Ron - precognition/seeing the future, all fit the bill but Brent is mystified as to what this all means. As they learn to control, accept, and support each of their powers and their friends, they start to realize they aren't alone in the world, for better or for worse

The Science of Love - Weird gay oneshot that got away from me. Tony, a delivery boy... man? loll and a college student has noticed a man using the subway at the same time as him all week. They have a drunken one night stand and Phill (subway man) has a broken ankle from a fall the night before. After a friend picks Phill up at the ER they go to Tony doesn't think he'll ever see him again, till he delivers some medical equipment to a lab in town and runs straight into Phill. Overall they're a terrible couple and I over developed Tony's story rather than Phill's. If I ever do write it, it'll be more of a TONY'S ESCAPADES IN LOVE than the original idea

NOW WE'VE ARRIVED IN COLLEGE ERA/TEGAKI ERA (not that some of those weren't developed more in college at the same time)

WEIRD ALIENS IDK! - This never had a name and if it did it might have been Adrian's Harem OTL. Started as a vague backstory for an alien boy OC who was WOOING a friends OC -cough @ryngtail cough- Adrian is the future ruler of loll... idk the planet??? and he was given a ""harem"" but more just a group of ppl around him that would BE FINE TO COURT IF YOU ARE GONNA PICK A SPOUSE. Adrian, terrified by the pressure steals a ship and runs to earth. The story, if told today, would focus much less on Adrian and more on the effects on the Harem as multiple of them fall in love w each other ROFL two of my favs being Jazz and Charlie

AYRES ACADEMY - Tegaki drawing/rp group for a supernatural/magical all boys school. You were "allowed" 3 characters (3 students/2 students 1 teacher/1 student 2 teachers/3 teachers) BUT ME BEING ME, overdeveloped all their stories and threw in so many family members and friends and storylines

Jay - Dragon, yes legit a dragon. His father was the pack leader of a mountain pack but was violent and ruthless. When Jay's mother hid them from his father, she was murdered for it. Jay wasn't found, was raised by a dragon who felt indebted to his mother. But when he his teenage years he started experimenting with his magic and learned to shapeshift into a human form. The banished dragon who lived with the humans at the base of the mountain happens upon him and manipulates Jay into a ""relationship"" (vvv statutory and abusive). This dragon convinces Jay that all dragons are violent and evil and need to behave more like humans. The town healer and her granddaughter use dragon scales in many things and get them from the shitty dragon and now Jay. Through their care and friendship he realizes the other Dragon is shitty and tries to leave. However his father realized that Jay is in the human town with the shitty dragon. He sends another dragon down to get Jay back and murder the shitty dragon. Shits mcgoo fights the assasin and is mortally wounded, Jay finishes off the assasin. The grief and trauma of losing shitty dragon and the rage at his father send him into a murderous rampage up the mountain, till he gets to his father and kills him too. With the father's dying breath he says he's so proud Jay is strong and just like him. This finally wakes Jay from his grief rage and he goes back down the mountain to the healer and granddaughter. He runs to europe to go to university and pretend to be a human. But his unwarranted guilt and grief are a constant companion. -college antics cut for brevity- After graduating he headed to Ayres Academy to be his first job as a school councelor and the psych teacher. THIS WENT POORLY LLLOL and i've apologized to everyone whose character he ""counseled"" we were all oddball teens tho and they graciously forgave me lolol. At Ayres he met Lorcan, the school chef and MYSTERY SHARK MAN and they hit it off. Lorcan is prone to disappearing for months on end and Jay has literal and mental scars from him last relationship and it's rocky. We left off w Jay finally telling Lor about his past and Lor taking it with SOME SHOCK LOL. The endgoal, in my head, is that their married, in a wonderful condo w their mildly adopted son (the step son of the healer's granddaughter)

Milo - ELF BOOOIII (started as a FOKKEN CENTAUR JFC) idk his story, he's a good elf, left the elf town, is a teachers aid/parapro, HE HAS MANY FRECKLES IS TOLL AND LOVES THE MATH TEACHER TRE!!!

Cam - A PHEONIX!!!! can shapeshift into a birb form!! is from the middle ages?? She is SPUNKY and SMORT and FRIENDLY and LESBIAN AS FUCK!!! best friend Kali, also a pheonix, found her and showed her the ropes. Also a teacher's aid/parapro

Emmet - Step son of Katy and ""nephew"" of Jay (Katy is the granddaugther from Jay's story) Dad has cancer cause I hate myself :CCC Emmet meets Rai during the many visits to the hospital w his dad. Emmet doesn't have magical powers but Rai is from a long line of sorcerrers. He goes to Ayres while his mom is struggling to cope w the prolonged death of the father and her newborn twins. (This is where Jay and Lorcan psuedo adopt him loolol) Rai ends up enrolling. Little sister of Tre, Charlie, would be roped into their friendship and they would GO ON MANY MISADVENTURES

Silas - teeeechnically an old flame/college boyfriend of Jay's. But their relationship now is SASSY BROTHERS. A dragon from a pack in ROUGHLY New Mexico. His great uncle knew Jay's mother and acts like a father to both Jay and Silas. He and Jay are very bonded w the kids of the pack and help them learn to handle their powers

Kai and Real - jfc omf i'm ... this... okay Kai and Real are TECHNICALLY A COMET AND A START RESPECTIVELY. (Spoiler loll turns out they're symbiotic aliens that attach to the celestial beings and do it so young they almost never remember - magic powers, GLOWING, empathic abilities, flying) they've been raised as brothers and Kai ""orbits"" Real

Kai is a fantabulous comet, and takes a super femme boy appearance, loves dancing, and his BF Kyo the werewolf (rofl look)

Real is a star and slated to be the next wishing star for earth (idfk man i was 16 when I first made him) he has great power and is wonderful with magic. However when he has his first heartbreak at the school, he finds himself overwhelmed by his own power and ... gets sick... for brevity lolol. As he tries to tell his adoptive father somethings wrong with him, he is increasingly brushed off. As his school life and love life continue to be stressful at best, he has another episode and now fears he's too unstable to be the wishing star. Terrified of what this means, as it was his only goal in life to become a wishing star, he's lost and unmoored.

HAD it gone to plan, Real would have been put through a confusing hell of not being able to use his powers without hurting himself and everyone around him being confused and unable to help. Millenia down the line, Kai a fully grown "adult" would be part of a group of time keepers. As far as I remember, he begins being sent to the past, almost cruelly to run into Kyo (who would have died again, millenia ago) about the same time as they finally figured out that Real connected with his star at a little too old to fully grow with his star's power and that's why he's been so overwhelmed and sick. It never had a truly satisfying ending, with future Kai, unable to watch himself and Real go through the horror again, telling present Kai/Real what's wrong and then having Kyo hold him as he ceased to exist. And the only real answer for Real's dillema is to live on earth as a human, completely cut off from his life and ideas for what they should have been.

the only bright spot in all of it is Raein <333 (@netlexia's) who, HILARIOUSLY AFTER THE GROUP DIED OFF, became Real's soulmate

AUS (OHGODOHJESUS)

SO SINCE I'M ME, AND I HAVE A PROBLEM™ i take my idiots that i hAVEN'T EVEN MADE COMICS FOR YET and put them in AUs?!??!!?

SPACE AU - everybody, legit almost everybody gets tossed in this hellhole. Think Starfighter meets Drift compatible. Fighters gotta take a test and get 90% or higher compatibility w a person before they can pair off. Listen to the band has A WHOLE ASS COMICS WORTH OF AN ADAPTATION WHERE TYLER IS AN ALIEN HYBRID.

THE OTHER ONE'S I'VE THROWN IN AND MADE A WHOLE BOOKS WORTH OF IDEAS FOR ARE REAL AND RAIEN. THEy HAVE CHILDREN GUYS I .. I'M A PROBLEM

Medieval AU - Made for Raein and Real, includes all my ayres characters and some friends ocs. Raein has been possesed by a demon after it killed all of Raein's friends, fearful of letting the demon harm others he turns into a hermit, but happens upon Real, a young man with some sword training who has been cursed to cry when he fights. Real has been separated from his magic tudor, Jay and has been searching for him. He stays with Raein to take a rest and begins to fall for him. A month passes and fall begins to set in, when Raein's possesion worsens and while being attacked Real seems to erupt with magic. They agree to head out to a city known for it's magic to help themselves and have the STRANGEST ROADTRIP OF THEIR LIVES.

SIDEPLOT Cien (@netlexia's again lol) is a young king in the magic town, Jay has been attacked and is being treated and healing in the castle after saving the Knight's Captain. However, when Cien comes to see Jay, Jay mistakes him for the Captain and not the king. HIJINKS ENSUE. Endgoal was Jay Cien, but now we've got Silas to factor in so idk lol

COLLEGE AU - Again for Raein and Real. Real is in the law track, Raein is in the computer sciences track. They meet while Raein is barista-ing? loll at the in school coffee shop (two AUs one stone) they study together and quickly begin to become attracted. They date, is good. 10/10 soft and nice

Merm AU - Made more by Net than me but overembellished on my end rofl. Raeins a merm, Reals a human (turns out to be half merm half human or a "sea witch" in the world of the story)

Storm Chasers AU - Jay, a college student taking an internship w burnt out weatherman Cien, chase storms to report on them for news stations. Cien is a good meteorologist but got ousted at his last station. He took to storm chasing to make ends meet. Jay is a fairly carefree, fratboy LITE, science major. Through spending time and some ROUGH STORMS they fall in with each other. Jay helps Cien realize he's too isolated and needs and deserves love and care. DIRTY VAN BOYS

WEREWOLF AU - I'm gonna be painfully honest. This started out as me, on an LOL WHIM asking Net who her idiots would be if they were in ABO heirarchy. We ended up with Cien, a beta who was THOUGHT to have been an Omega and was courted by a powerful family and their Alpha son, found out his real loll type?? and was rejected by the Alpha and kicked out by his family. He grew up on the streets, realizing he could pretend to be an omega and get more money. After a while he moves up and is now working at a strip club doing an ""omega"" pole dancing routine. ENTER SILAS, on a bachelors party w some buddies and sees the routine. Having an impeccable sense of smell, Silas clocks Cien as NOT AN OMEGA immediately and is like ????? Silas lives close by and Cien has to walk a bit to a bus stop, so they frequently run into each other on weekend nights.

This has devolved into more of a werewofl AU than true ABO tho. There's pack politics w Silas' fam. Jay and Silas help kids in their pack learn to be able to stand up to alphas. Laz (the great uncle) operates a rescue ring for omegas and or betas who are being trafficked and Silas has seen too many horrors and struggles with going on rescue missions.

Truly super wonderful and nice to have an AU to just shower Cien w love and affection

WIERD SPACE TOY STORY AU - so whaT HAD HAPPENED WAS, i worked in an electronics department, we played a movie for like a month to 2 months. ONE TIME IT WAS FUCKING TOY STORY 2. Andy's a reg kid, who's parents died on some space fighty mission. Bo and Woody were close friends w Andy's parents and adopted him. Bo and Woody were married/serious, but amicably split. They are basically the ppl running a rag tag team on a space station. ENTER BUZZ a pilot for Star Command who has come to the space station. Suspicious and unwanting of Star Command oversight Woody is unwelcoming to Buzz. However Andy adores Buzz as the space hero legen he is and Buzz is painfully kind to Andy. Woody comes to respect and then have a friendship w Buzz as Andy helps melt each other's facade. AND THEN IT GETS GAY, YOU FIND OUT BUZZ IS HIDING IN THIS BUTTFUCK NOWHERE STATION TO GET AWAY FROM ZURG AND KEEP PPL SAFE FROM HIM. OOPS ZURG ATTACKS THE STATION.

I count these as OCs cause like loll they aren't the toy story dorks anymore

[siremasterlawrence]

Harem Tales # 3 - The Tempting of Officer Brent.

“Master, Where are you going? I love you my king.” Officer Brent says waking up in my arms after I start to rushes out of bed, kissing him nice, slowly, tender, and all over him in every way. He wraps his arms all over me sliding his hands down, they sway to the side of my butt hard, and I laugh as he grabs it hard as I slap his. He won’t let me leave the bed pinning my knees down with his.

“Where the hell are you going my Master I am right here? No don’t you dare leave me not after the way you attack me from stopping you, and you smacks me across the face then drugged me.” I ignore him rolling my eyes to the wall sitting on the bed, I stand up bending over to grab my clothes, and I slip them on as he googles me down. He rushes over to me in a hurry giving me a kiss.

He blocks the door trying to stop me from even thinking of escape, I hurry over to the door breaking it down, and by shoving him hard as he slides down. I slam the door as I skip out happily knowing he is knocked out on the floor. I feel bad flipping his badge, gun, and keys as I throw it out in the lawn of his apartment building. I think of his muscular, tone, sexy body, and along with those lips.

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Officer Brent M Woodward a true cop wakes up on a strange island, he has age back in time, and now looks like a teenager again.The sun shining bright over him super golden dancing on the sun, he is squinting his eyes staring up at it, and he turns to what he thinks is me. He runs a marathon over to me figuring out it is not me, his smile disappears out of nowhere in particular, and his anger is soaring.

“Where the hell is he?” Officer Brent demands pounding on the wall of the shower, the water enters through the pipe coming down it rains all over me, and he can’t help himself shake his ass. “I want him so much, I can’t let him go ever again, he won’t escape me at all, and I will make him my Master forever.” Officer M. Woodward shouts out loud screaming as the walls bounce around.

He exits the shower drying himself off with his towel then he wraps it around him, and he is now rummaging through his room lifting a bag off the floor. He grabs his clothes one more time getting dress, he fills the bag with some sexier types of clothes, and his leather jacket again. He hops in his car driving off nowhere to find me following all the leads, he catches me off on a random street jumping on to the street he chases after me.

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“Hey Master, I love you more than life itself so DON’T EVER LEAVE ME AGAIN YOU JERK FACE. Now kiss me.” He demands me to face him with such a sexy strut, his body swings my back to the wall, and he leans on me kissing me forcefully. “Oh My Love! What matter to me more then anything? It is you of course babe, I know you are everything to me, this body.

“I covet it as my whole heart, and total soul.” Officer Brent yells. “Oh come on my one true Master Lawrence stop playing with my heart, you are really pulling my heart strings, because you can do that to me cold without a worry.” I laugh hard letting the sound crackle hit the walls, it curls bounces back on the wall and forth passing his ears shaking it hard. My new boy grabs hold of the sides of my ass.

“Will you let me serve you finally or will you keep on teasing me? Will you let me kiss, suck, worship, and take care of you forever? Will you let me be all yours, and bury your ass in my lap? He begs literally pleading me as I lift my legs over his lap, I drop on to it holding on to his shoulder, and I hold his waist kissing him in an all consuming make out session. Our eyes click together unmoving, I am so in love with him more than anything, and he is all mine now.

The end.

[ukeishin]

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[theartofbeinganeldar]

The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused,  Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.).  [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest? 

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was  a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

Tag List: @tesserphantom​ @thedragonghostofmordor​ @taurlel @hauntedsiriel

[samurirockk]

ON A ROAD TRIP TO LAKE CHARLES HERE THE PLAYLIST

1. Used Too- Lil Wayne

2. Love Again- Brandy Daniel Ceaser

3. Let It Burn - Jazmine Sullivan

4.Yes Indeed-Lil Baby ft Drake

5. Session 32- Summer Walker

6. Sicko Mode- Travis Scott, Drake

7. Never Alone- Tori Kelly ft Kirk Franklin

8. Purity- ASAP Rocky Ft Frank Daddy Ocean

9. Nice - The Carters

10. My Song - H.E.R.

11. Bare With Me- Teyana Taylor

12. Friends- The Carters

13. Fall- DaVido

14.Boss- The Carters

15. Talk To You- Brent

16. Potential- Summer Walker

17. Garden (Don’t Say That) - Sza

18. I Had A Vision- Masego

19. Harem- Miguel

20.Ivy - Frank Ocean

21. Entropy- Daniel Ceaser

22.Heard About Us - The Carters

23. Let it Fly- Lil Wayne ft Travis Scott

24.Im Scared - Young Thug

25. Piano Man-Billy Joel

26.Intro- Meek Milli

27.Brand New- Jazmine Sullivan

28. Who Hurt You-Daniel Ceaser

29.Calling My Spirts- Kodak Black

30. Street Kings-YFN Lucci

31.Like It- Summer Walker ft 6LACK

32.Skrt Skrt- Tory Lanez

33.Diamonds- Gunna

34.Earfquake- Tyler the Creator

35.Issues/Hold On- Tyler The Crestor

36.Butterfly- Kehlani

37.Nice For What- Drake

38.Summer- The Carters

39.Chun-Li- Nicki Minaj

40.Never Recover- Lil Baby ft Drake Gunna

41.Transfromer- Future Ft Nicki Minaj

42.Clout- Offset, CARDI B

43. Next Song- Dababy

44.Rose In Harlem-Teyana Taylor

45.Body- Summer Walker

46.Odles and Noodles Babies -Meek Millz

47.Need You Bad- Jazmine Sullivan

48. Sweetner- Ariana Grander

49.Rehab- Brent Faiyaz

50.Aganist Me- H.E.R

51.CAROUSEL-Travis Scott ft Frank Daddy Ocean

52.Running Out Of a Time- Tyler The, Creator

53.Playing Games- Summer Walker

54.Kings Dead- Jay Rock

55.Streach You Out-Summer Walker

56.Demon- Lil Wayne

[radiantseraphina]

what if there's a subset of people who write elsie bashing fics where she dies?

Of course, those people exist. Susie Haltmann is probably one of them. She probably has Elise die, so Bikaia can hook up with a business-savvy merchant lady, who probably enslaves him or removes him from power. And it’s all, like, an Author Tract of Susie’s capitalist philosophy. And a lot of people read the fic as being pro-women, but if you really look into it, there’s some horrifying implications? 

Top Fanfiction Tropes in the Forbidden Fantasy/Bikaia Fandom

1. Dark and edgy AU where Elise only wants to marry Bikaia to increase her social status...like...most other women during the time period (but obviously, Elise is exceptionally evil for this). She probably does lots of Edgy things to become Bikaia’s wife. She, then, either dies or makes Bikaia her brainwashed puppet; either way, Bikaia must be saved either by an OC, Nova, or Brent.

2. Probably a disturbing and very uncomfortable AU where Galacta Knight abducts Bikaia and tries to make him a sex slave or something. Bikaia probably gets saved by Brent. Accompanied by long author’s notes trying to explain how this fic with its billion lovingly inscribed sex scenes isn’t glorifying sexual violence or playing into racist tropes.

3. AU where Bikaia is in love with the ~exotic~ witch-queen of Traumwald written by an author who doesn’t understand nuance and who just really wants to bang ~exotic~ sorceress-women. She probably uses a love potion on Bikaia, but instead of this being treated very seriously and horrifically, it’s played for laughs. Isn’t it hilarious that a foreign queen forced the king of another nation to fall in love with her and abandon all his responsibilities in a quest to bang her?

4. Brentkaia. Because nothing says romance like a quick-tempered, edgelord knight constantly degrading an abuse victim and taking all the credit for said victim’s good deeds.

5. AU where Bikaia dies and Elise (and possibly Nova) is enslaved by King Adstellam. She probably gets tortured for several chapters before being saved by Brent. Because...Mace? Who is that? Elise, then, becomes Queen of Dreamland through some convoluted scheme involving lots of unresolved sexual tension.

6. AU where people create OC knights to go on quests for Bikaia because he’s busy governing and doesn’t have as much time to slay dragons as he used to. (Let’s be real; Kirby and Fluff would write these.)

7. AU where Dude-Bro Man-Guy Bikaia is a hyper masculine hero with testosterone poisoning who swoops in, saves everyone, and has a harem composed of Elise, Mace, Nova, the witch-queen, Queen Indigo (Patch Land’s queen), and possibly an ultra feminine version of Galacta Knight. He’s really obnoxious, but all the ladies love him (for some reason).

8. AU where Adstellam was actually the misunderstood hero who didn’t want to attempt genocide, lead his country to the brink of civil war, and torture people who disagreed with him, but he had no choice. Bikaia is just some snowflake who didn’t understand.

9. AU where Galacta Knight and Bikaia are forced into an arranged marriage to bring their kingdoms together. Begins with them hating one another and slowly falling in love. Elise and/or Nova probably try to tear them apart because, like, the fanfic needs a villain, right?

10. Real Person Fanfic where Alera goes back in time to meet Bikaia and receives a scathing lecture on what a poor job she’s doing. (Magolor would probably write this one)

[floriography-by-poe]

Excerpt from The Victorian Language of Flowers by Brent Elliott (The Royal Horticultural Society Lindley Library, 2013.)

One can easily perceive that the secret code described by Montagu was not a language of flowers. First of all, it was not "of flowers", because It encompassed a wide range of inanimate objects; and it was not a "language", because it did not attribute any significations to the objects, but used them simply as mnemonic devices, a handy way of memorising verses which rhymed with the names of the objects. None of those who actually visited Turkey spoke of this system as a language of flowers, but this fact did not stop the phrase from spreading. The orientalist Joseph von Hammer-Purgstall (1774-1856), who visited Istanbul for the first time in 1799, published in 1809 an article on the language of flowers, in which he denounced the exaggerations of Montagu's letter. Not only was there no language of flowers, he declared, the mnemonic system was never used in Turkey outside the harem, nor could it be found in any other region of the orient; it was not used to arrange liaisons with male servants or lovers outside the harem, but, if it was anything more than a game, was more likely used for lesbian assignations among its occupants.

Hammer-Purgstall's paper was written in French, and published twice within the same year (1809), in a German orientalist magazine and in the French periodical Annales des voyages (Hammer-Purgstall, 1809a and 18095). In an appendix to his paper, Hammer-Purgstall provided a list of 107 rhymes associated with objects. Among them were not only several flowers, fruits and vegetables (pear, apple, fig. grape, quince, pepper, almond, bean, orange, lemon, cucumber, onion, pistachio, apricot, cherry, chestnut, chickpeas, carrot, pomegranate, jonquil, tuberose, lily, cypress, hyacinth, willow, violet, rose, myrtle- as well as a rosebud and carnation grouped together to accompany the only rhyme longer than a distich), but also objects ranging from foodstuffs (honey, tea, coffee, mussels), fabrics (thread, wire, silk, leather) and items of clothing (a turban, a skullcap, a slipper) to ornaments (feathers, coral, amber) and DIY materials (chalk, putty, brick, straw, quicklime), not to mention coins, needles, soap, tobacco, and an arrow. (Not all the items in Hammer-Purgstall's list yield their identity readily: I assume, for example, that Blanc and Jaune mean egg white and egg yolk respectively) And, just to show that the possibility of confusion existed even with this system of communication, some of the items had more than one possible verse attached to them. The rose, for instance: Hammer-Purgstall quotes two different verses that rhymed with "Ghul", one that can be translated as "My torments have reduced me to ashes", and the other as "I weep: you, laugh". There are similarly two verses each for paper and pearl, and no fewer than four for hair.

This ought to have killed off the idea of a Turkish language of flowers

Here’s Why We Give Roses on Valentine’s Day—And What the Flower Really Means by Rachel E. Greenspan ( Time magazine: 13 February 2019.)

You don’t have to be a botany expert to decipher what it means when somebody sends you a rose. Every year on Feb. 14, millions of people exchange the flower to express their love — and upwards of 250 million are produced annually for Valentine’s Day, as of 2018, according to the Society of American Florists.

But the rose’s life as a symbol didn’t begin with romance.

In Victorian England, women’s roles in society were limited by custom and norms. Within those strictures, learning the language of flowers — the notion that each and every flower has its own meaning — was one activity deemed domestically appropriate for them. And for ladies in that situation, its communicative possibilities also held an appeal that other domestic arts lacked; “the possibility that some women sought methods of covert communication and expression exists,” Mary Brooks wrote in “Silent Needles, Speaking Flowers.”

The early popularization of this practice is credited to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, the wife of a British ambassador to Turkey in the 18th century. Enthralled by a Turkish version of flower language, Lady Montagu wrote a series of letters home to England in 1716. She described the Turkish tradition as a way of assigning meaning to objects in order to send secret love letters. Montagu’s letters, published in 1763, wrote of her perceptions of this practice: “There is no colour, no flower, no weed, no fruit, herb, pebble, or feather that has not a verse belonging to it: and you may quarrel, reproach, or send letters of passion, friendship, or civility, or even of news, without ever inking your fingers,” she wrote.

[joyffree]

#NewRelease #Giveaway → Title: Little White Lies Series: Harvard Academy Elite #1 Author: Sapphire Knight Genre: New Adult/Reverse Harem

Kresley I have a plan—keep my head down, stay out of the way, and graduate. If I stick to it, I can escape and finally be free of my father's suffocating grip on my life. My plan does not include four stubborn, rich hot guys that just happen to run Harvard Academy. Brent, Cole, Tristan, and Axel are the top of the food chain. All the boys want to be them, and the girls want to be with them—except me. The thing about spoiled rich boys... they'll do anything to get what they want. These four have set their sights on me—a sweet, innocent pawn in their game of little white lies. And now my plan is f*cked...

#littlewhitelies #harvardacademy #newadult #reverseharem #romance #sapphireknight @AuthorSapphireKnight @GiveMeBooksPR and @sapphireknight3 A Wonderful World of Words

[djjackchang]

I’m at the end of my latest US trip. I would first of all like to thank my US Tour Manager Chris Perry @sonic_sound_and_stage for making this trip possible, Randy Carmenaty @randy.carmenaty and Justin Troy David @justintdavid for all their hard work put together for Palm Springs Leather Pride, and a fun and unique opportunity to spin a classic “anthems” circuit set that night. Next a heartfelt thank you to the following people; Blu Bryan @blulbryan and Eugene Vass, as well as Steve Rath and Josh Kowalski for your truly endless kindness and hospitality; you made me feel so immediately welcome in your lives. It was an unexpected treat to get to see my in-laws in Georgia Susan Horner Sykes @susan_l_sykes and David Jason Sykes, even for a short time. Not only did I get to see my family, but also to see my chosen brother Kenny @inkedkennyphoto (thank you for the awesome shoots!), but to meet one who has touched me with his kindness and spirit, Brent Heinze @lokusdor23 . I’m honored to call you a chosen brother from now on. Good luck with your music project with my secret second harem husband Charlie Harding, I look forward to seeing it evolve. One final thanks to all the kind, lovely people I have met during this trip, Tim Wood @psdrako and Todd Jim @jamesajrussell for being such good sports for the photo shoot.. and finally all of YOU who joined me on the dance floor! See you all next time, I hope it will be soon. Love, Jackson. LAX✈️LHR✈️FRA #dj #djjackchang #djtour #djontour #djlife #djlifestyle #worldtour #california #palmsprings #grateful #thankful #family #chosenfamily #friends #thankyou #thelongroadhome #americanairlines #losangeles #laxairport (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp3J0SXgrkb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=k3dsmevjxezj

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

a bunch of ideas, many of which i’ve thought about writing before (and a few i have), ahead:

merboy!b, vamp!b (eg fledgling vamp b and experienced vamp reader is a dynamic i’ve been wanting to read/write), fairy!b, faun!b. victorian era b. glam rocker b. hairdresser b. massage therapist b.

mormon b eg not becoming atheist at 13, but believing in later life, maybe doing missionary work and having a crisis of faith then. 

b coming of age in the late 60s-70s (coming across leftist activism, counterculture eg gay lib, women’s lib). 

au where b never meets brent so doesn’t join panic (could lead to b at cosmetology school like he planned). 

b n spencer surfing/being beach babes ha. 

b coming in for a tattoo (i’m thinking the piano keys or the hawaiian flowers but anyone could work. maybe even a future tat?) and you’re his tattoo artist. 

joining panic vices era (eg instead of ian) and the shenanigans that ensue on and off stage with b and dallon. 

getting an abortion with b by your side (either he isn’t the sperm donor or may be his is the way i’ve been thinking of writing it). being a midwife and/or being pregnant and meeting b’s mom that way (she does doula work, hypnotherapy), then him. 

b in a matriarchal society (could go with merboy, fairy, faun, etc b or human b eg thousands of years ago) or in a “in between time” eg you in a patriarchal one, him in a matriarchal one and meeting each other. eunuch!b as your guarder/helper in a harem or when your monogamously married to an asshat, being attracted to b and him showing you a real good time. (i’ve tried to keep these nonsexual but there’s all these ways it could sneak in and sometimes did haha. fuck knows most would be if i wrote them)

hey someone give me something to write I haven’t had a creative thought or desire in any capacity in months

[thx-immortal-harxm]

"...Are you thinking about other men while you're sitting here with me?" Brent said lowly after a moment, his expression narrowing as he stared at the hero. "I suppose, if you're curious, you can ask him yourself when you meet him. But from what I've heard when I spoke to him, his feelings for you are as real and genuine as mine are. There's no inklings of a trap or him wanting to arrest you, from what I can tell." The politician paused, before a devious glimmer showed in his eyes. "Of course, if he does end up being a fraud for your feelings, then I'm more than happy to take care of him as a problem for you. My future husband only deserves the best things in life."

The large man shrugged his broad shoulders, leaning back a little to rest against the couch. "No one's made me feel this way execpt you, I'm afraid. I can be quite... cold and uncaring about almost everyone in my life. But with you... it's strange, I feel like I can be more open and honest and... just be happy," Brent admitted. "But whenever I saw you, on TV, through your interviews, or in real life after saving me... I just knew that my devotion had been saved up just for you."

"Well, if you're worried about debt, I could take care of that for you. And if there's anything you'd need financially, I'm more than happy to cover that for you. But I will withhold my proposal for you until you're more comfortable and ready for it," he agreed gently. "I won't force you into anything you wouldn't want, but I'm more than happy to wait for you."

"....Wait, I...I'm sorry you want to run that by me. One of the guys who is chasing after me, quite literally has been...trying to arrest me?" Peter asked, needing that to be clarified before saying - "How does that work?" He couldn't help but ask and want to know, was the courting thing for them to thrill of getting to arrest Spidey and then keep him? Though it couldn't also be ignored the fact that this man, this greek god looking guy, seemed borderline obessed with him.

"I...how are you single though, if you want to be hitched that badly? I mean you're wealthy, successful and I mean...just look at you" He remarked, gesturing to Brent. "You look like a greek god, how are you not dating multiple people - let alone one" Peter remarked, because seriously. Men like Brent aren't real, they're just fantasized about but here he was. Very real.

"I...I mean, I think I'd reject anyone's proposal right now. I'm a college kid with debt and a superhero alter ego. Getting engaged sounds like one extra thing to handle" He remarked, swallowing a little. "I mean whose to say you'd even want to marry me in the future."