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[redheadspark]

Hey love!

I wanted to thank you for continuing to tag me in your Druig fanfics despite the fact I’m still in hiatus and taking a break from Tumblr.

Whenever the app comes in mind, the first thing I see is your work. And the joys of your writing give me hope for my future works.

It gives me great warmth that I’m not forgotten, so I’m deeply thankful.

Thanks,

VA

DARLING!!! Of course!!! I'm happy you're reading my Druig work! I love tagging you because you were one of the first fans of my Druig work on Tumblr!

You made me smile when you mentioned I brought you joy with my work, thank you !

You're very missed on here, but I hope you're doing okay and life is treating you well! Hope you see on on here soon, take care my friend!

[saradika]

💌

<3

Hi Hillary! I hope you’re having a good weekend! 💖 And I would love to talk about your writing. I am always thinking about the emotion in your fics - especially the ones I’ve read for Druig. That sense of fated connections, how you span that space and time of an Eternal, and build up their relationships along the way. You are so talented, I am always left sighing with my heart so full. If I didn’t believe in soulmates or finding Your Person, I feel like your writing would convince me! 💕

And I love the prompt sessions you do, they are always so pretty and imaginative!!

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[send me a 💌 and i’ll tell u something i love about you]

[thedarkestgreys]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS GIF?!?!!?

I CANT EVEN WITH HIM!

listen i could sit and watch this particular gif all fucking day. the cinematographer knew what they were doing in this episode with the shots they picked for angus. it’s giving Female Gaze tbh. like, a (very pretty) man pulling a sweater off should not have been the hottest thing about the second season of euphoria and yet??? here we are.

[mother-oshun]

12

26

34

45

12) what qualities do you find attractive in a person?

-communication. this may seem weird but not only does this attract me to a person but it's kind of a turn on. being able to talk to my partner about anything and everything, without there being an argument or awkwardness is just amazing to me. honesty and compassion is attractive to me too.

26) what is your favorite film?

-hm, that's pretty hard because i have so many. i guess it depends on the genre of the movie!

34) do you enjoy reading?

-yes, a lot actually. and not just fanfic, i'm currently looking for a new book to read and haven't had any luck :(

45) what is your favorite animal?

-a black panther or a zebra, they've always been my favorite since i was little

some asks 🌿

[kissesfromnovalie]

rhys

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@writingsbychlo

Home To Us

rhys and nyx are a family of two, but they're both pretty hell-bent on making it into a trio, with you.

How To Save A Life

trapped under the mountain, starfall has always been your favorite holiday and you miss it. tonight, this time, you have one opportunity to share it with someone.

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@azsazz

Dioxazine (2)

While at the art shop looking for the necessary supplies for your first semester of art school, you get a bit distracted by the cocky cashiers intriguing eye color.

Lavender Haze

Having a crush on your best friends older brother isn't ideal. Especially when he has one back.

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@ughthatimagineblog

love and loathing

forever and a day

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@fanttasttica

I hate you more..

Rhysand always knew how to get on your nerves. He was so good at it, that at some point, you started hating him for it., or as you thought. But as we all know, there is a thin line between hate and love..

Shy Priestess

You were shy priestess working in the Library in Velaris who became friends with Morrigan. One day, she decided to became matchmaker and you became her first client.

Your love healed me

You were friends with Rhysand and his Inner circle for nearly a hundred years. He trusted you with paperwork, he discussed ideas with you that he wasn't sure if they were good or bad.. You took your work very seriously and put it before everything else, even before your own safety. When Amartantha invites Rhysand and other High lords to her court, you manage to convince Rhysand to take you with him. That night, you end up being imprisoned for nearly fifty years and after you were freed.. The consequences of all this fell on you.

One plus one makes three

After your one night stand with the High lord, you hadn't expected to see him ever again, but fate had other plans. You are pregnant, carrying the High lord's first child and you need to tell him. How is he going to react? And what will that mean for you?

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@azrielslightintheshadows

Between you and danger.

Game night disaster

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Star Crossed

rhysand is your competition as prythian university’s top student, meaning neither of you can stand one another. however, once he discovers your passion outside of school, you slowly begin opening up to rhysand and his best friends.

@lyssasdrafts

To the stars who listen

Looking upon the stars for the first time since leaving the mountain, Rhysand makes a wish. Only to be surprised when his dreams are actually answered.

@milswrites

Not As It Seems

to outsiders they see your life is perfect. Being mated to one of the most powerful high lords and named high lady of the night court everyone thought you were happy (including your mate). What happens when the mask you’ve been wearing finally falls

@marvelsmylife

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of

After his mate and the mother of his son abandons them, The High Lord and Nyx are left alone and wanting.

@historiaxvanserra

The Great War

Rhysand has been running himself ragged, and it hasn’t escaped your notice. In an effort to quell old nightmares, Rhysand has an interesting suggestion…

@wishfulwithwine

Anything, Always

@cherhys

Touch in the Dark

@k-daydreams

Pining

@jeannineee

I Never Meant to Hurt You

@fieldofdaisiies

Returning Home

@hellcat8908

'Til Death

@bookish-whore

Take Them All Down

@danikamariewrites

Truth

When rumors and doubt creep in, High Lord Rhysand snuffs it out

@redheadspark

Black Rose

The fateful night in the Spring Court as told by Tamlin’s younger sister, Niamh. 

@starstruckunknown

Kicking out

Reader tries to have a peaceful day without their partner hovering with overprotection, but destiny has other plans.

@luxsky

Testing the Waters

Weeks of rubbing up on a certain High Lord is bound to build some tension.

@solbaby7

A Dance With Danger

Learning the High Lord's secret has you on the run. Too bad he found you in the place you least expected

@readychilledwine

Desk Pet (2) (3)

@tadpolesonalgae

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Rhys enjoys a slow, easy morning with his love.

@leafsandstarlight

[eupheme]

get to know me 💕

thank you so much for the tag @cupofjoel! 💖 I loved reading your answers (same, on the scary movies!)

1. were you named after anyone? nope my mom just liked my name!! (along with a bunch of other moms in the early 90s)

2. when was the last time you cried? earlier this month

3. do you have kids? nope no way

4. what sports did you/do you play? I played a little bit of everything through jr high - after that it was just cross country and band, haha

5. do you use sarcasm? not often

6. what's the first thing you notice about people? hair and eyes, their vibe

7. what your eye color? light/medium brown

8. scary movies or happy endings? happy endings, I think! I do love scary movies but I have to watch them through my fingers, haha

9. any talents? I can crack all my knuckles really loudly

10. where were you born? the hospital

11. what are your hobbies? reading, art/crafting, writing, video games, thrifting, daydreaming

12. do you have any pets? yes! I have the cutest little cat

13. how tall are you? 5'4”

14. favorite subject in school? english & art

15. dream job? I love my job but something a little more creative would be really nice (dream job would be to get paid to just make little crafts, haha 💕)

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(no pressure tags: @pascalpvnk, @communism-bitches, @squidlywiddly87, @obiknights, @morallyinept, @luxurychristmaspudding, @redheadspark)

[oddbunny]

Hey my Werewolf by night peeps! I am a huge fan of this artist, Ben Byrd. No exaggeration, I have at least 20 prints of his. I just messaged him on a whim. And he answered in less than 10 minutes. Check it out, he says he'll do Werewolf by Night stuff!

Check him out on IG and I guess keep an eye out.

@ditaliaa @paperback-writer0807 @sock-ness-monster @redheadspark @vicarious-rebel @archaeopter-ace @turnips-dont-grow-on-trees @tea-with-cinnamontoast @edelweiss-and-maple-trees @villainvindicator-deactivated20 @somanyguys @midgardian-witch

[heartofwritiing]

answering @redheadspark & @a-lumos-in-the-nox question: what fics of mine are my favorite!

this is so hard omgg!

Almost lost you (Druig) will always be a fic im proud of! I was really happy with it when i wrote it and i re-read it every now and then. I feel like i could write it a little better now but i still love it!

Your scent (Jack Russell) Its something i wrote in like 20 minutes but i kept re-writing it and i just love how cute and intimate it is like ahhh i cant believe I WROTE THAT lol

Times up (Unus Annus) I actually cried while writing this one. That youtube channel will always hold a special place in my heart and this platonic fic was my way of dealing with the grief of it being deleted forever. still probably top 5 if not the best thing ive ever written. :,)

and then a fic im working on atm is another one… wink wink ahah

(im probably gonna post it tomorrow!)

[mothdruid]

Can I request one for Benedict?!

The General list with number 20 and 33

"I have nothing," "Just say the word"

You're amazing Abby :D

ngl i wasn't sure how to put these together, but i hope this worked!

"Just say the word." Benedict teased at you, his grin showing off his teeth. You laughed at him, giggling at the intentions behind his words. It was a warm day as the two of you promenade, passing many other young couples. But the two of you were no couple, even though you wished to be.

"What word? I have nothing." You said with your own tooth filled smiled. Benedict ran his tongue over his lower lip as his grin remained. Benedict quickly stepped out in front of you, facing you directly. You stopped and gave him a soft glare, wanting to get your point across.

For years the two of you had been friends, best friends even. Benedict had always been there to save you at dances from old men. While you were always happy to be the excuse as to why he hadn't started courting yet. It wasn't until this year that your feelings had started to change, yearning for something more.

Benedict raised his eyebrows in a questioning manor. "If you do not have any words then I shall share mine." He put a hand out, gesturing for you to grab it. Your gloved hand rested in his own while your heart started to race. "Love. It is what I feel for you."

send me some prompts for anthony, benedict, or colin

[redheadspark]

Hi! I love the way you write oliver wood, most of the fics portray him as someone who only thinks about quidditch (which i know is true sksksks) but it's nice to read stuff about him being a softy and so head over heels 😍

Thank you, thank you!!! He is one of my favorites in the HP series, and I'm so happy that you love how I write him!!

[saradika]

Hey! I hope you’re well and things are going good! Love your Last of Us and Mandalorian fics! So good!

Stay classy!

hi Hillary! Thank you so much - things have been going well! Love your Druig fics, and I hope this month has been good to you! Thank you for thinking of me 💕

[thedarkestgreys]

As one toddler teacher to another, you're awesome and amazing! Stay classy and wonderful and awesome!!

<3

thank you buddy! my kiddos are kinda everything to me and i love getting to help them grow! ☺️😘

[vroomvroommuppett]

FC Andrew Garfields Spider Man

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

he’s just so beautiful

but sub!peter’s my favorite

[botanicalbarnes]

Twilight

Caress

Clouds

Aphrodite

twilight - best friend?

Irl it's my partner who even tho were long distance is one of my only friends or the sister of my Sister in law Sammy. But online i think it has to be @ftrmrs-barry-keoghan

caress - do you like to snuggle?

Very much! Im not a super touchy feely person but if im comfortable with you and I feel like myself I definitely do

clouds - describe one of your favorite dreams?

Honestly I don't dream a lot and when I do they're very out there and trippy for some reason. But at the moment I don't remember any that particularly stand out.

aphrodite - favorite actress/actor?

God where do I begin?? For actor it's either Sebastian Stan or Barry Keoghan. And for actress I think Florence Pugh or Kiera Knightly

Thank you so much for the ask love!!

[hottpinkpenguin]

Part Two (of Three) Is Here! (Druig x Damra request)

A/N: y'all know i had to do it! i got so many positive responses to the first part that i couldn't HELP but break the last part into two. part 3 (which WILL be the end, i promise) coming later this week!! (**edit: part 3 is here)

Summary: Druig can't stand the risks that his fellow Eternal Damra's powers put him and the others into. One night after a Deviant attacks the city of Babylon, he tells her exactly how he feels, only to realize that maybe he feels more than he originally thought...

Warnings: None

Characters: Druig x Fem!Eternals!OC (Name is Damra, has powers over nature)

Taglist: @girl-with-an-orange-cat, @neo-latry, @pigeonsareprettysnazzy, @redheadspark, @mrsniallhoran505, @tired-night-owl, @sfnari, @nereidwhisperer, @shininfate, @candy031097, @reallysparklychaos

2500 Years Later - 2024 Scandinavian Mountains, Norway

Damra never thought she’d see the Domo again. Watching it slowly descend out of the clouds, coming to rest on a relatively flat patch of grass on the side of the mountain she’d called home for the last three hundred years, Damra felt a vaguely familiar cord of anxiety twining its way around her stomach.

The first Eternal out of the Domo was Phastos. Damra wasn’t surprised - he was the only one she’d told where to find her, and he was the closest thing to a friend she had at this point. She wasn’t exactly happy to see him - her mind was already chasing down the possible explanations for the unannounced visit - but she let him hug her and returned his enthusiastic greeting with a half smile.

Sprite and Sersi stepped off next. They both approached her as if to embrace, but quickly retracted their outstretched arms when they noticed that Damra made no move to reciprocate. Sprite looked crestfallen, Sersi unsurprised but still hurt. Nevertheless, they settled for warm smiles and maintained their distance. Damra was grateful; she was in no mood for a reunion.

Damra noticed that Sersi was noticeably absent Ikaris; when Damra had left, the two had been inseparable, their relationship just beginning to bloom. Damra knew that this visit from her estranged companions meant dire importance, otherwise Phastos never would have given up her location. To see Ikaris’ conspicuous absence could only mean one thing: he and Sersi had gone their separate ways. Damra felt a surge of sympathy for Sersi as she remembered her own painful parting from the Eternal she’d fallen in love with.

As if on cue, Damra’s eyes were drawn to a fourth figure leaning against the outside of the Domo, observing the scene from a distance. Clad in dark jeans and a leather jacket, Druig looked exactly how Damra remembered him. A devil-may-care smirk quirked up one corner of his full lips, a stray strand of his dark hair blowing faintly in the early morning breeze. He met her eyes, his expression unreadable behind the mask of indifference he wore so effortlessly.

Damra felt a sharp spasm spiraling her heart in her chest as if his harsh words from Babylon were still fresh in the air. She’d always suspected that their paths would cross again - Earth was a small planet for eleven Eternals - and she’d tried (and failed) to keep herself from imagining the moment she’d see him again. Despite the pang in her chest, her eyes betrayed nothing of her inner turmoil. She’d had a lot of practice at walling off her feelings behind stone for the past two thousand odd years.

Wrestling her attention away from Druig, she turned to Phastos. “Why are you here?” she asked coldly. She wasn’t interested in long, drawn-out formalities or reacquainting talks. She knew they wanted something, and she decided it would be best to give it to them quickly and send them on their way.

“We need your help, Damra.” It was Sersi who answered. Damra felt a flash of irritation at Sersi’s interruption and at the soft, pleading edge in her voice.

“I guessed as much,” Damra replied harshly. She saw Sersi recoil slightly from the rebuke, and Sprite’s eyes flash with surprise. The woman standing before them was not the one they remembered from Babylon, full of abundance and spirit. Damra’s words were soaked with acid and her glare was sharp.

“Trust me, no one’s happy about this.” The voice that had haunted Damra’s dreams for millennia wove its way around her ears in a stranglehold. That accent. Damra gritted her teeth and bit back the flame of desire it ignited in her.

Druig walked over to join the others, hands shoved in his pockets, looking up into Damra’s eyes. That mischievous half-smile still lit up his handsome features, but Damra thought she saw cracks in the facade. There was the faintest flash of something in his eyes, and it wasn’t the spark of irritation Damra knew so well from their past encounters. It was something softer. She wrenched her eyes away from his, determined not to fall under his spell again, cursing her wretched heart for being so weak.

“Damra, please. You know I wouldn’t have come if we could do it any other way,” Phastos pleaded, his voice low and urgent. Damra looked up at him, feeling the first flicker of tenderness that she’d felt in a long time for her old friend. She saw the desperation in his eyes and heard it in his voice. Of all the Eternals, Phastos had always stood by her and her dreams for humanity. Damra had never forgotten that, and she knew in that moment that he was right: he wouldn’t have come, wouldn’t have let Druig and the others back into her life after knowing the pain it would cause, without need.

After a few bated breaths, she nodded, motioning to the small cabin she called home, set back in the tree cover from the grassy field they’d landed the Domo in. Phastos’ face broke into a relieved smile, his shoulders relaxing as he nodded gratefully at her. The others turned to follow Phastos as he made his way towards the cabin.

“Not you,” she said, squaring her jaw at Druig. She saw the others hesitate briefly and then think better of it and continue to walk away. Damra’s eyes blazed at Druig as he looked up at her with a mixture of regret and surprise.

“You’re not welcome in my home,” Damra continued, struggling to keep her voice from shivering under the weight of her anger. She forced herself to hold his gaze, trying hard not to think too hard on the beautiful shade of cornflower blue in his eyes. For the briefest moment, she thought she saw his smirk falter, and she had the briefest flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he would humble himself and apologize to her. Her breath hitched in her throat.

As quickly as it appeared, hope vanished. He let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head indulgently, that fiendish grin reforming on his lips. Damra felt the familiar iron twist of hatred clench in her chest, extinguishing the hope that had dared to stir there.

“Really, Damra? After all this time?”

Druig couldn’t help himself; he knew as soon as he said it that he’d gone too far. Truthfully, he’d planned out his apology to Damra a thousand times if he’d done it once. The memory of her sobbing on her hands and knees on the rocks outside Babylon had plagued his dreams for hundreds of years, the way she’d retreated from him like a dog pulls back from a brutal kick seared into his eyes. He’d always known - hoped, more accurately - that he’d see her again, if only just to trip over a clumsy apology.

But he’d made one crucial mistake in all of his imaginings and fantasy encounters that he’d spun around inside his head for years on end. He hadn’t realized how much she’d changed. The Damra he remembered never would have lived this far away from humans; she would have been in the middle of it all, swirling around, making babies giggle and wiping sweat off the brows of the sick. But now, she’d hidden herself up in the mountains, sealing herself off from the rest of the world. Where she’d once been a creature of life and warmth, she’d become harsh and jagged. Like a sun that had burned itself out. And the final twist of the knife had been the reminder that he was the reason she was this way. None of the others had ever confronted him about what happened that night outside Babylon - not even Phastos - but they didn’t need to. They knew he was fully aware of what he’d done.

The pain of it all threatened to crack him open the inside out. So, rather than even attempt to put that into words, he’d retreated behind the mask of sarcasm and patronizing amusement he wore so well. It was easy, familiar, and cowardly.

As his sarcastic quip hung in the air between them, he tried to commit the lines of Damra’s face to memory. The way her hair curled softly around her ears, the sharp peaks of her cupid's bow, the line of her collarbone, the graceful outline of her silhouette. He was so distracted by the urgency of committing her to memory that he almost missed the black storm brewing in her eyes. Almost.

She stepped closer to him, closing the space between them until she was so close he could feel her breath fanning across his face. He swallowed thickly, trying to keep his heart from crawling into his mouth with the closeness of her. He saw the unmistakable flame of revulsion in her eyes, and tried to repress the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch her, to connect their bodies after so long. The tension between them practically crackled in the moments before she spoke.

With a sarcastic sneer to match his, Damra spat out her retort in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Always.”

Two syllables, one word. After mentally rehearsing speeches long enough to rival Shakespeare’s sonnets for decades, Druig found himself completely undone at the simplicity of her reply. It was vulnerable, an admission of her feelings for him in a way he’d always hoped for, and also an utter condemnation, a reminder that he’d taken something pure and mangled it. He was right on the edge of falling onto his knees in front of her, of pressing his head into her thighs and begging her not to leave, of letting all those thoughts he’d been choking on for the past two thousand years come tumbling out of his lips.

But Damra moved first. She turned away from him, her eyes still alight with a black hate-fire, and left him there to disintegrate under the weight of his own pain.

[basicrese]

Get To Know Me Better <3

Tag 10 people you wanna know better!

thank you for the tag: @redheadspark

Relationship Status: single

Favorite Color(s) : orange and yellow 💛🧡

Favorite Food: pasta

Song stuck in my head: Read Your Mind by Sabrina Carpenter

Last thing you googled: ‘how many tbsps in 1/3 cup’ (i do not have a measuring cup in the condo unit i’m renting 😩)

Time: 11:00 PM

Dream Trip: Greece and New York!

Last thing you read: Ball Don’t Lie by Matt De La Peña

Last book you enjoyed reading: A Very Large Expanse of Sea by Tahereh Mafi

Last book you hated reading: none that i can think of

Favorite thing to cook/bake: still learning different dishes now that i live away from my family :’>

Favorite craft to do in your free time: does journaling count?

Most niche dislike: i don’t really know?

Opinion on circuses: cool but something needs to be done about the animal abuse

Do you have any sense of direction: once i study the routes in person yes; but maps (physical or digital) can get really confusing for me

Tell us about your D&D character: not familiar enough with the game to have one

feel free to answer! : @burnthoneymint @marveliskindacool @allandoflimbo