#scribbles and drabbles 2022

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “It's All Coming Along” (1/1) Author:@ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series, Halo game verse Summary: A vague blurring of the TV and game verse in 100 silly little words. Happy Wanksgiving, everybody! 👀😂😉 Rating:  M (R) Length: 106 Spoilers: If you can find spoilers for the show or the game in this, I applaud you. 😂😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N:  Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. I usually don't put the naughty stuff here in case of a read more failure but this one should be safe. It's all innuendo. (Hey, in YOUR endo, pal... 😂😂😂)

Okay, so I just read about Wanksgiving and for some reason, my muse perked her ears up. However, in her usual fashion, she decided that, since it's only a drabble, she really wanted to spend approx 100 words hopefully giving out a naughty chuckle or two. And undoubtedly some *eyerolls* too. Whatever, we're good here. Unlike poor Chief.

*whispers* Sorry, Chief.

This pairs well, IMO, with the Halo 2 Master Chief Death Sounds from Jharlz777 at Youtube. Enjoy. 😂

(And if anybody's wondering, I really am also working on my actual WIPs but this popped to mind and I wanted to share. Because I care. 😇💖 I also am slightly intrigued by actually figuring out the WHY behind this fic, lol! 🤔😁)

Taglist: @pinheadbanger @mysardencut @laurenstacy610 @sporadicbelievernightmare @ultrablackwidower

@bxmxtx @jellotherelol @mirandastuckinthe80s

If you would like to be tagged in my John/Reader fics, just let me know! I also write John/Kai, John/Cortana and Kai/male Reader, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. If you would like to be removed from the taglist, also feel free to let me know, no harm, no foul. 😉 💖

Halo fic masterlist ⭐

Chief came when you called.

Next time, you really should wait until after his briefing with Lord Hood, though.

Chief came running.

He didn't even miss a step but the noise he made scared half a dozen Grunts.

Silver and Blue Teams came into the Pelican before it took off.

The marines were split between horrified and impressed. Well, it was more like 5% horrified, 25% super impressed and 70% quickly scribbling down notes.

Chief was invited to your birthday party but he didn't come.

Next time, buy him dinner first. He's not a machine, you know. Give him a break, he's had a rough day.

[cilil]

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[zyrafowe-sny]

24 Things of Advent: Day 1 — The Thing That Started It All

from this Advent Challenge

My earliest fanfic was scribbled on physical paper and never shared — first Star Wars, then Xena. Good riddance to whatever little I did post online as a teenager — that website no longer exists and I've left the fandom.

There were times off and on over the subsequent years when I had scraps of ideas, but I never got past a few lines and certainly never seriously considered taking the leap from fanfic reader to writer.

And then I binged Season 2B of The Owl House and Thanks to Them all in a few days in October 2022, and I felt a long dormant itch.

I started with a 100 word drabble, which quickly turned into a drabble sequence. (To this day, I still go back to drabbles when I am struggling with writing.)

Over nine years after creating my AO3 account, I posted my first fanfic there:

Bonsai Boy

Belos made the first cuts in a panic. Long strands of blond hair fell to the ground. or Hunter has a panic attack, gets a haircut from Willow, and overthinks a nickname. This is a short set of sequential 100 word drabbles (and one double drabble) that take place during and after the haircut scene in Thanks to Them.

I posted my second fanfic 3 days later, and my third fanfic 5 days after that.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Events 2022

🪷@tolkienrsb : TRSB 22 : here

🪷 500 followers Masterlist (Commissions of other people's work - not my writing)

🪷 @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles and Drabbles 2022: here (Breakdown list here)

🪷 @officialtolkiensecretsanta TSS Advent Calendar 2022: here & the Secret Santa Fic : here (Pinch Hit for @blairsanne: here)

[heilith]

Open Hand

My third drabble for Scribbles and Drabbles 2020, for Oxbridge , for the visual prompt Open Hand (isn’t it so cool)?

Eöl and Aredhel, the fateful first meeting.

Tagging @eunoiaastralwings​ and @a-contemplation-upon-flowers​ ​ (Hi, guys, no real need to read, just in case you want)

He reeked of danger and malicious power.  

Aredhel staggered back, shaken by the first jolt of shock in her chest.

The Elf didn’t move, his arms hanging slack by his sides and his head tilted to his shoulder, as though the sight of her amused him.

The few moments that passed in mutual scrutiny must have told him a lot about her, but yielded nothing that could have helped her to know him.

More than that – just like the accursed forest had been changing with each new breath of hers, the stranger was changing, too, in an eerie, inexplicable fashion.

His eyes, up to moment nothing but pitch black, faded to a soft hazel tint. The pallid skin got slowly covered with a mild tan, like the Sun, which Arehdel could swear had never been a guest in this thicket, had run an invisible brush along his face. Even the sculpture of his cheekbones was altered slightly, giving him a nobler look, fit for a king of old in exile.

He was less tall now, less sharp in the shoulders, less imposing.

Curiosity was a misplaced urge to succumb to - much like the truly unexpected certainty that she had found the one to be trusted.

The thought had rushed into her mind from without so unceremoniously, that, sobering up, she had no trouble fighting it off.

The illusions melted into nothing. He was a threat. A greater one than the place which had been holding her captive for so many days already.

“I will not harm you,” said he calmly.

A flat, impassive voice.

A shudder passed through her at the sudden feeling of an alien touch, spreading up along her arm. Looking down, she was amazed and disturbingly thrilled to find her own palm in a soft grip of the stranger.

Her memory spat out the pictures she couldn’t fully recognize: his hand, reaching out for her in a gesture of invitation and reassurance. Her hand, lying atop it willingly.

“I will never try to,” promised he in a kinder tone.  

This time, as she looked into his eyes, they were blue. And she could swear she knew whose features he’d lured out of her mind so easily.  

[lightofthetrees]

KING a Maedhros moodboard for Scribbles & Drabbles 2022 inspired by “King” by Florence + the Machine

[elennalore]

Still Young: Melkor & Manwë

My art for @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles & Drabbles 2022. Water colour pencils on coloured paper.

Melkor and Manwë during Ainulindalë. Creating Arda, imagining possibilities.

[the-red-butterfly]

Hi dear! I recently came across this art piece of yours and I am absolutely taken aback by it! The concept honestly has my heart in a chokehold and I'm here to kindly ask permission in writing a small oneshot about it? I'll give you full credit ✨

If not, that's totally fine as well! I just really wanted to show my appreciation for it because it's been on my mind all day 💕

Oh I'm so touched! Please go ahead, I'm super honored 🥺 I love the idea too honestly and if I didn't have so many things to do (and if I had energy to spare lol) I'd draw a continuation for it.

And because you're so terribly nice, here, a Manwë I haven't posted yet, because again, where is my spare time? (,:

Btw, I absolutely adored all your screaming and tags in the reblog, my God. 😂😭 (,:

[fall-for-tolkien]

SFW gallery 1 to 6

Cosy nights, daring rescues and tales of goddesses and children, today's gifts have it all! Welcome to the second gallery!

Artemis!Aredhel & Orion!Celegorm by @thedaughterofshadows

Hymn to Írissë by maglor_my_beloved

Orion by Zhie

2. It's free real estate! by @sortumavaara

Found-Finwë by maglor_my_beloved

Treatises and Truths (page 54) by I_did_not_mean_to

3. Celebrimbor in War by @elennalore

the scent of an unfamiliar forest by NIQtraust

With You in My Heart by maglor_my_beloved

4. A Winter's Night by @i-did-not-mean-to

Star Anise by maglor_my_beloved

The Missing Piece by elennalore

A Gift of Winter by lferion

5. A Homely House by @maglor-my-beloved

Healing by I_did_not_mean_to

More Precious Than a Silmaril by Zhie

6. Sea-befallen by @purpleprosaist

Never to be found by Zhie

[z-h-i-e]

Resting

Scribbles & Drabbles art 3/12 @fall-for-tolkien

My interpretation of Estë, just chilling on the moon. While not necessarily important to the art, I imagine Estë as being sight-blind, and therefore chooses fabrics based on touch rather than color (but Irmo helps sometimes so she doesn't show up at a Vala picnic party wearing orange and green), so all of the paper for Estë's outfit has different textures to it.

(I know the moon is a whole ass silver flower in this fandom. Just let me have this moment.)

[Image description: Indigo background with grey clouds. Centered in the sky is a crescent moon. Sitting on the lower curve of the moon is Estë, her skin is bronze and sparkling with starlight. Her hair is short and black, tightly curled, and she has thin wings of pale blue and bright green with gold details, based on a cross between fairy wings and moth wings. Her outfit is purple and various shades of blue. She wears a cone-shaped 'princess hat' that is dark purple with dark blue and light blue fabric flowing from it. The bodice of her dress is purple, and the bottom is layered with a short navy blue layer with gold speckles at the top, a medium layer of blue-grey marbled fabric, and finally a long layer that extends down which is light blue and sparkles. Her eyes are closed.]

[polutrope]

Scribbles and Drabbles 2022 (@fall-for-tolkien)

I forgot to make promo posts for these when they were posted a couple weeks ago, better late than never! I wrote two SFW fics. AND SHE VANISHED for @melestasflight's art

Rating: G Relationship: Melian & Yavanna Words: 432 Summary: After the death of Thingol, Melian seeks guidance. HIS HOUR HAD COME for Torpi's art

Rating: G Relationship: Saeros & Saeros' Daughter (OC) Words: 1330 Summary: Saeros' daughter reflects on the life and actions of her father.

[cycas]

Cats, Gorgumoth!

I made this for the Scribbles and Drabbles event by @fall-for-tolkien.

The halls of Mandos have been invaded by cats! As cats do, they turn up all over the place and seem to be able to walk through the walls, which Námo considers most unruly of them.  

Fortunately, Námo has a dog, and Gorgumoth is going to do his very best to restore order! Here and there in the background are some elf-spirits. They might be canon characters: we may find out if anyone picks this one to write for.

[oak-hawthorn]

The Three Hunters at Hogwarts

My third submission for @fall-for-tolkien Scribbles & Drabbles 2022.

A crossover prompt between The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter, set at Hogwarts and the Forbidden Forest. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are travelling through Fangorn Forest, when unexpectedly, they find themselves in a different forest altogether! How do they deal with this fascinating, novel world of magic?

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I just saw the link to your Smaug x Ungoliant fic, and it was glorious! Your writing is wonderful.

I’ve been writing Shelob romance (yes, really) and it was nice to see that spider perspective elsewhere. Also I love dragons, so this scratched two itches.

Aaaah hello.

Shelob you say?

For Scribbles & Drabbles 2022, I've written a Shelob x Maglor story (here), and that was such fun. Please be advised, the second chapter contains both violence and sex lol

I am so humbled and overjoyed by this ask, thank you very much 🥺

Please feel free to link your fic, so more people can find and read it ❤️

[heilith]

Lord Námo in His Halls

My first piece for Scribbles and Drabbles 2022. Inspired by AnnEllspethRaven’s work 

A glaring red lily sprouts out of his palm and sways above it, like there truly is wind in this endless and limitless space around him. He can do wind, of course. With a small motion of his fingers or as small a breath, his brothers and sisters forgot he could draw too long ago.

They forgot many things.

The lily twists and changes colour, and covers with feathers, which have no weight, just like their tiny, insignificant owner.

The bird settles cozily in his palm, hardly caring how ephemerous its present perch is.

He can still smile.

A soul drifts by, its desperate eyes seeking something it isn’t allowed to find yet. It has all time of the world, and still not a moment to appreciate a piece of life, sharpening its beak against the skin of the most intimidating and the least dangerous creature in the Halls.

His fingers meet, but not before the bird swells up into a ball of light, sharp and blinding. He feels the warmth, even as he lets go of this new creation of his and the freshly born star soars up to add itself to the medley of its predecessors – hundreds of them by now.

Kindling stars is not as troublesome a task. But, by Eru, it’s inspiring.

He can do it.

All it takes is to remind himself of it more often.

@animatorweirdo​ I thought you might be interested

Divider by Talesmaniac89

[artisticflutter]

AU August - Day Twenty-Nine: Ancients

Short and rambley... take it as a drabble.

Series: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: T Genre: General, Suspense Pairing(s): N/A Summary: The reality of the twins is a well-kept secret. Warning: Not beta’d. Also, minor spoilers.

Sundered souls meant to stretch across ten and three with the Source making fourteen. Fourteen schisms and yet, one could be further divided in two or more - or one could just be divided on the singular Reflection. It’s why being apart seemed to ache so, and why being close made them feel complete.

One soul, two bodies.

A division of strengths, of weaknesses, of power.

Why the grimoires revealed the truth when they were used in sync.

… Why they couldn’t use them before others again.

Only once would they be able to do it - draw upon their powers channeled through the grimoires to rewrite reality or correct an errant wrong. Should there be no other way, they would, but right now, there was no need. Things were going according to pace in this reality and they didn’t want to change it.

… not again.