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I miss when Tumblr was safe. I have seen a lot of accounts sharing mutilated people, gore drawing, people with burned face. Please help.

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This is my first time making a request, but I read a lot of your writings, but can I kindly request a Thranduil x reader, where the reader is an immortal being who had either lost their lover or/ran away from them because they couldn't handle the grief of losing a loved one and Thranduil and the reader bond over this when he got closer to them from over a century of knowing them when he found the reader as a injured Foreigner and kept them as a comfort ig? Sorry that's it's so long, but hope it's not to much! Hope your okay!

Sorry there hasn't been a fanfic for so long, I've just been busy with university.

And even time doesn't heal

You don't remember how you came to be in these lands. You can't remember how you came to be in this land, but you have a fragmentary memory of the purple sunset, the rustle of leaves underfoot, the smell of blood, and the endless darkness. When you opened your eyes, you saw only the patterned ceiling, and the soft light of the moon pouring into the chambers through the ajar window.

Your first master of these chambers was neither a rough warrior nor a caring nurse, but a tall elf with an impenetrable gaze and a crown of woven branches.

- You are alive," he said without emotion, watching you from a distance.

You didn't immediately understand the meaning of his words. Of course you're alive. Wasn't that always your essence? You are an immortal whose age has no end. But it has no meaning.

- Where am I?" his voice sounded dry, like a man who's been silent too long.

- In my palace," the elf answered.

So began your life in the kingdom of Greenwood.

More than a century passed, and you stopped counting the days long ago. You lived among the elves, but you were not one of them. You sat in the shadows when they celebrated, and left when their songs reminded you of times long gone. Your thoughts stayed with the past, with loss, with someone you no longer hoped to meet again.

But if anyone understood your silence, it was the king himself.

You never spoke of it. He never asked about your past, and you never asked about his. But when he went out into the garden alone, you were always there. When he stood at the high balcony, gazing out into the woods, you leaned silently against the column.

He offered you no words of comfort because he knew there were no words that could erase the pain.

- Time doesn't heal," you said quietly one day.

- No," he agreed. - But it teaches us to live with what's left.

Then you looked at him in a new way. His eyes reflected the loneliness you knew so well.

And maybe it was in that moment that you realized for the first time that you were not alone.

You shrank back, wrapping your arms around yourself and pressing your face into the soft pillow. The warm air of the chambers suddenly seemed as cold as the winter chill that had once chilled you to the bone. Memories came over you like icy water, piercing and unstoppable.

You remembered holding his hand, knowing you'd have to let go soon. You remembered his voice, weak, almost faded, and how the world lost all color when he was silent forever. You ran away, through time and space, but wherever you went, the memory followed you, clawing at your heart with the claws of the past.

A quiet footstep sounded somewhere nearby.

- Do not be alone," Thranduil's voice was steady, but there was a softness that had not been there before. - Sometimes even the strongest need someone to share the weight of the past.

You didn't answer, only sank deeper into the pillow. The Forest King hesitated, then sat next to you on the edge of the bed.

- You could snuggle into my arms, if you like," he suggested after a short pause. - And I'll tell you stories.

You froze.

Thranduil rarely offered intimacy, even verbal, but now there was no command or condescension in his voice, only a warm confidence, as if he knew it would help.

Struggling, you rose slowly, feeling your heart pounding somewhere in your throat. Cautiously, as if afraid he'd change his mind, you moved closer and rested your forehead against his shoulder. The fabric of his clothes was cool, but the warmth of his body underneath was alive and secure.

Thranduil didn't move, giving you time to adjust, and then his arms wrapped gently around your back. The movement was unhurried, gentle, as if he were holding something fragile and weightless rather than an immortal being.

- A long time ago," he began, his voice right next to your ear, "when Licholesia was not yet called that, when the stars seemed closer and darkness did not dare to come under the trees, there was an elf woman. She saw things in the forests that others did not see, and said that trees sing if you know how to listen...

You closed your eyes, letting his words envelop you like the soft whisper of rain. And in that silence, in that tentative embrace, the past released its grip for a moment.

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This International Women’s Day, I want to take a moment to thank women in motorsport.

Thank you to the women who broke boundaries and proved to the world that they belonged.

Thank you to the women following in their footsteps and fighting challenge after challenge to be given the same on-track opportunities as their male counterparts in the sport they live for.

Thank you to the women behind the scenes, making sure that the teams are running smoothly, cars are functioning, limits of engineering are being tested, strategies are working, and drivers are staying (mostly) media-trained

Thank you to the women on the broadcasts, in the pit lane, and in the media pen who had to fight twice as hard to be taken seriously and now live out of hotel rooms making sure fans are kept up to date with all of the newest news.

And thank you to the women in the stands, behind their TV screens, and on social media who never let anyone extinguish their love for this sport, no matter how many times male fans assumed they only watch for the “hot drivers” or tried to quiz them as if they needed to “prove” their fandom.

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This International Women’s Day, I want to take a moment to thank women in motorsport.

Thank you to the women who broke boundaries and proved to the world that they belonged.

Thank you to the women following in their footsteps and fighting challenge after challenge to be given the same on-track opportunities as their male counterparts in the sport they live for.

Thank you to the women behind the scenes, making sure that the teams are running smoothly, cars are functioning, limits of engineering are being tested, strategies are working, and drivers are staying (mostly) media-trained

Thank you to the women on the broadcasts, in the pit lane, and in the media pen who had to fight twice as hard to be taken seriously and now live out of hotel rooms making sure fans are kept up to date with all of the newest news.

And thank you to the women in the stands, behind their TV screens, and on social media who never let anyone extinguish their love for this sport, no matter how many times male fans assumed they only watch for the “hot drivers” or tried to quiz them as if they needed to “prove” their fandom.

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My only five followers and me against the world (And procrastination)

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•thranduil!HC(before hobbit events)

•thranduil x wifemother!reader

•warnings: none! Mention of Legolas!

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Welcome!

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•after your long nap (well deserve because you were 15 hour in labor) the first thing you see is your husband rocking your little newborn son Legolas. The baby looks exactly like his dad. Few tiny blonde hairs small body and possibly two beautiful and penetrating blue eyes. Thranduil rocks him careful while walking around all the room trying to keep the little newborn sleep.

•thranduil's eyes are in yours and stop walking around the room. Now he sits beside you in the bed with Legolas still in his arms. He starts to caress your head and tells you how good you did during the labor and how beautiful your son is.

•after a few minutes of talking your attention goes to Legolas. He's Now Yawning while opening his eyes. Revealing those beautiful blue eyes that he shares with his father. A big smile fills thranduil face and start playing with the baby in his arms.

Now this is a new chapter in your life and marriage. You have a life to take care about beside your husband and you both wouldn't want it any other way.

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I know I literally just have one follower. But do you all who sees my posts. Do you want me to make one shots? Keep doing headcannons? Fanfics? More lotr characters? Or anything more?

I read you!

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•Thranduil!HC

•before hobbit!events.

•thranduil x pregnant!wife.

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FIRST TIME

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•When that date of the month stopped coming for three months you already knew what was coming. Not wanting to worry him you went to the doctor alone. He inspected your body and your intimate area taking thirty minutes.

•the inesperate word came out of the mouth from the doctor. "Congratulations. You're pregnant!". Even the nurses beside the doctor had a smile bigger than his face. You are going to give his first child to the king. A good news for the kingdom and all of the ones in the room but a not good for you.

•It's not like you don't want a child. The throught of having a child with your husband is like a dream for you. But what if something goes wrong? What if your husband, the king don't want the child? What if the child doesn't look like your husband and everyone suspects you from being unfaithful?

•You had to calm down and relax first. You had to tell your husband about your state.

•At night after dinner you were both in his room. You decided to tell him in private and the doctors understood. When he lay down next to you and hugged your waist you knew it was the right time.

•after You spoke the king was surprised but not in a bad way. It's like his dream come true. He stays silent for a few moments: almost a eternity for you but finally he answers.

•"you're not joking right?".-he says while a big smile covers his face and sit in the bed. Moving you in his lap-."a child... Gods... We are going to be parents...".

•you giggle at his movements and how you're sitting in his lap now. He immediately hugs you careful while caressing your belly. He looks so happy. He really wants to be a father. Now he can't wait.

•"we need to think names... The people would want a boy... But I don't care if it's a girl...".-he says and looks at you.-"what do you want it to be? I don't really care I... I can believe this is true!-. He kisses your cheek gently. He couldn't be more happy. He was really Affectionate in this moment.

•For the next eight months. (You were 1 month when you find out) You were treated like a priceless precious gem. You walked with a maid at your side as she helped you support your own weight. You always had a chair at hand and Thranduil was more than attentive to you. I talked to your chubby belly every night. I had the best musicians play to relax you and to stimulate the little being inside you.

Food was always at your disposal. No matter what. You always have food in a plate. Fruit vegetables meat or even the most rare fish. You had it. Thranduil didn't let you run or jump. Nor ride Deer. He makes sure you were careful and in the moment of the birth he was at your side every single minute.

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pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: after you have given birth to your beautiful baby girl, you start to be insecure about your body, comparing yourself to other women. rick shows you how much he adores you.

warnings: pet names, swearing, dirty amount of fluff, insecurities, mentions of postpartum body

word count: 1.0 k

a/n: the last one shot of my valentine's day special :)) hope you guys like it. if one of you are feeling insecure about your post partum body, do not because you brought a beautiful child into the world with your beautiful body, so do not be ashamed :))

The world had ended years ago, but here you were, cradling the beginning of a new one in your arms. Your baby—your beautiful, perfect little girl—slept peacefully against your chest, tiny fingers curled into your shirt. 

She was everything, all the love and light you had left in this cruel world, but as you sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion weighing heavy in your limbs, an ugly feeling crept in.

Your reflection stared back at you from the cracked mirror across the room. The soft swell of your stomach, the faint stretch marks that traced your skin like delicate lightning bolts, the way your body had changed in ways you hadn’t expected—it all left you feeling. . . less. 

Less than you were before. Less than the other women in Alexandria, the ones who still seemed untouched by the burdens of motherhood and survival.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to silence the thoughts, but they only grew louder. You loved your daughter more than anything, but why couldn’t you love yourself the same way?

A quiet knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts, and then Rick was there. His blue eyes softened the moment they landed on you, taking in the baby tucked against your chest, the tired slump of your shoulders.

He approached slowly, careful not to wake her as he settled onto the bed beside you.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” His voice was low, thick with concern. His hand came to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly over your skin.

You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with something that felt so small, so vain in comparison to everything else you’d survived. But the weight of it was suffocating.

“I just…” You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes trained on the baby instead of him. “I don’t feel like myself anymore, Rick. I look at myself and… I don’t know who I am. I see the way other women look, how they seem so—so whole. And I just feel… different.”

Rick was silent for a moment, and it made your chest tighten. You expected him to tell you you were being ridiculous, that there were bigger things to worry about.

But then, he reached for your hand, cradling it between his own, calloused and warm.

“You brought our baby into this world,” He said, voice thick with something unshakable. “You carried her, kept her safe when nothin’ else in this damn world is. And you think I’m gonna sit here and let you doubt how beautiful you are?”

Your breath caught as he cupped your face, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no doubt—just the unwavering love that had kept you both standing through the worst of times.

“I don’t give a fuck about anyone else,” He murmured, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to your forehead. “It’s you. It’s always been you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but before you could say anything, Rick carefully took your baby from your arms, cradling her against his chest. His movements were so gentle, so full of love, that it made your throat tighten. 

He walked across the room, lowering her into her crib with the utmost care, brushing a thumb over her tiny cheek before stepping back.

And then he turned to you.

“Come with me.” He said softly, holding out his hand.

You hesitated, but the warmth in his eyes made it impossible to refuse. You placed your hand in his, and he led you to your bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

Your heart pounded as he guided you toward the mirror, positioning you so that you were standing in front of it, your reflection staring back at you.

Your first instinct was to look away, to focus on anything else, but Rick was behind you in an instant, his hands coming to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His lips brushed against your ear, voice low and intimate.

“Look at yourself.” He murmured.

You swallowed hard. “Rick, I—”

“Shh,” He hushed you gently, his lips pressing against the side of your neck. “Let me show you what I see.”

His hands moved slowly, reverently, skimming over the curve of your waist. “This body carried our daughter,” He said, his voice full of awe. “Kept her safe, kept her warm. That’s beautiful.”

His lips trailed lower, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His fingers traced the faint stretch marks on your skin, as if memorizing them. “Every mark, every change… it’s proof of what you’ve done. What you’ve given me. What you’ve given her.”

Your breath hitched as he turned you slightly, his lips finding the inside of your wrist, pressing a soft kiss there. “These hands? They’re the same hands that held me when I was broken. The same hands that take care of her, that hold her close every night. And they’re beautiful.”

His hands moved again, sliding down your hips, gripping them gently as he kissed along the column of your throat. “And this?” His voice was rougher now, filled with something deeper. “These hips, this stomach, every part of you—you think I don’t love this?” He let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. “Darlin’, I worship this.”

A shuddering breath escaped you as he turned you fully toward him, cupping your face in both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” He whispered. “You always have been. You always will be.”

And then his lips were on yours—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say with words. He kissed you like he was afraid you’d disappear, like he needed you to understand just how much he adored you.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you.

“You see yourself how I see you, just for a second?” He asked softly.

You nodded, unable to speak, and he smiled—a small, rare thing, just for you.

“Good,” He murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips. “Because you’re perfect to me. Always.”

i'm fucking crying over this, rick is so husband material. this is the last of my valentine's day special :)) i hope you guys liked it, i'll be making a separate masterlist on 'valentines day specials' :))

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Me when someone makes a one shot/fanfic/HC smut about Daryl dixon:

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Take me back to the night we met

Thranduil!hc

(first time doing this. Please no hate. Give me suggestions and please support! I'm open to write anything. The title says everything)

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•The first time you two meet was in the forest. You had a little house there. No big as his castle but comfy enough to live.

•He seemed interested in why you didn't live in a village or somewhere. But after he heard you reasons to live there he didn't say anything more.

• At first he didn't trust you. You aren't a dwarf or elf. You're like a Foreign for him.

•He started liking you after maybe five months after meeting you. He saw you as an interesting person and a kind one. He visits you every two weeks or when he's free.

•He loves how you always have your door open for him: he feels welcomed and loved.

•It wasn't after two years he started to think he fell in love with you. He didn't want to. He didn't want to suffer as he did when his wife died.

•He accept it after several months. And one day when he was doing a little walk with you he manifested his love for you. Giving you a beautiful rose and a ruby collar. That was his way to show his love.

•He couldn't be more happy when you said you feel the same. After that he visits you every two days. Even sleeping in your house. He wasn't one of saying his love out loud. But he showed it with gift. Hugging you while sleeping and in walks in his Deer.

•You are everything for him: of course he didn't forgot his son. But he's grow now and he thinks he deserves to make another life. He doesn't forget his first wife. But thinks you're his present now. His love and the fact you had stollen his heart.

•Everyone in the castle notices how much he had change. He was smiling more and sneaking out of it. He wasn't as equally grumpy. He was more understanding and now more than anytime he caress about how he looks.

•You two have been being couple for three years now and finally he wants to give the big step. Make you his queen. You deserve it. You love him like nobody. You're loyal and unconditional. He wants to have you everywhere anytime. He doesn't have enough going to see you at your house. He needs you at his castle sleeping beside him. Going to court with him. Eating with him. Swimming with him. Walk through the halls or garden with him.