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Now I imagine the “I’m going on an adventure” scene but with the flock of these perfectly dressed geese running/flying behind him and this is magnificent

#the hobbit #this is perfect #and I'm sure they would be an asset during the trip

[arandomsnaillady]

I can imagine, while I don’t remember being upset at how thing where written when I already knew the pronunciation in French, the opposite has definitely been true.

Thanks for the precision on the pronunciation.

"F represents f, except at the end of words, where it is used to represent the sound of v (as in English of)"

what do you MEAN as in english of??? people say ov??? what the fuck????

#language #english #ok but now i'm kinda curious about the or

[arandomsnaillady]

Wait, what O.O

How come I have never heard of it before now? (Like, I now my english is bad but still, it seems like something I should have learnt in class)

"F represents f, except at the end of words, where it is used to represent the sound of v (as in English of)"

what do you MEAN as in english of??? people say ov??? what the fuck????

#language #english #where learning about made up language teach you about english #and some people say french is hard/weird

[arandomsnaillady]

It was so cute and sweet, reading it made me smile and I needed it (these children were adorable)

Thanks for that fic

The Floor Is Molasses

The War of the Ring is over. Frodo has sailed to the Undying Lands, Sam is comfortably settled into Bag End with Rosie and his children—and Boromir, Steward of Gondor and Captain of the White Tower, is taking a much-needed vacation in the Shire.

And while Boromir may have developed a surprising knack for gardening, looking after Sam’s children is proving to be much harder than he’d planned.

Rating: G

Words: 2644

Read on AO3!

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#fanfic #lotr #boromir #sam gamgee #merry #pippin

[arandomsnaillady]

Makoto! <3

It was very sweet (he wouldn’t even have to try to stay in front of me considering how bad a swimmer I am though ^^’)

Hi! Congrats for the almost 2000! If it's alright, may I please ask for Makoto (Free!) and beach? I wish you a beautiful day

Oh! I am so happy the Makoto lovers are still on here, we can all love this lovely man together! Enjoy

2nd person. GN reader.

You plopped down on your towel, completely out of breath, ready to let the warm rays of the sun dry you up as you got ready to unwind a little from an unexpected workout. Why did you think taking a professional swimmer to the beach was a good idea? And why did you agree to some friendly matches, swimming to the part where the ocean was demarcated by those floating nets and back? You had been laughing hard too, at all the things Makoto was saying to motivate you while he was obviously not even trying hard to stay in front of you.

“Hey you were a good sport about it!”

Makoto’s voice was gentle as he sat down on the towel beside you, grabbing another one to dry off his hair a little. You laughed as you folded your hands under your head, looking at him.

“Could very well be, but I am still not ever doing that again.”

He laughed as well, grabbing the sunscreen from your bag.

“How about I rub your back, apply some sunscreen and then get us some ice-creams for your effort?”

“Now we’re talking”

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#makoto x reader

[arandomsnaillady]

Eowyyyn!

Very promising debut, I loved it <3

Because I Love Her

Pairing: Eowyn x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: When your beloved tries to hide an injury from battle, you take it upon yourself to ensure she’s cared for. Even if it means revealing your deepest secret…

Warning: Mention of injuries, fainting

     You had been watching her put away her weapons for longer than she realized. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been wincing. She wouldn’t have put a hand to her side when she bent to retrieve her satchel from the ground. She wouldn’t have stopped and leaned against the wooden worktable, rolling her head from side to side in an attempt to relieve the ache in her neck. 

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#eowyn x reader

[arandomsnaillady]

Goodbye my heart, you will be missed

James Potter is usually not a character I like verry much but that story was beautiful <3

love without a lover | j.p

james potter x reader (sort of), lily evans x james potter

warnings; angst, mentions of alcohol

word count; 1000+

a/n; i wrote this at 7 this morning having not slept all night. Enjoy whatever this is <3

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In and out. Inhale and exhale. Just breathe.

You sighed deeply, adjusting your necklace so that the clasp rested at the nape of your neck. Patting down the sleek, purple fabric against your body, tears stung your waterline and threatened to smudge the carefully applied eyeliner. But as footsteps sounded on the stairs outside your room, you shook away the temptation to let it all flow freely.

“Darling, are you ready?” Remus asked from the doorway, examining each flicker of your eyes, the quiver of your lips and your trembling fingers—he was looking too much.

“Just a moment,” you replied.

Remus nodded with a tight smile, descending the stairs quickly.

Your reflection was a stranger, a judgemental stranger who looked at you through cracked glass and laughed at your disfigured face. It was the ghost of who you had once been, not so long ago in fact, perhaps amused by the future they had assumed impossible. It’s only a dream, a ridiculous prediction that would never come to pass, they had thought. But it did, and you were no longer laughing.

“You look wonderful!” Sirius complimented you when you reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Thank you, so do you,” you smiled, stroking the velvet material of his suit.

“Ready?” Remus asked again, knowing very well his question was never to be truthfully answered.

“Yes.”

-

The venue was wonderful, every decoration, flower and guest looked completely flawless; nothing was out of place. You took your seat, admiring the beautiful people who’d gathered to witness a beautiful event, a declaration of love. The groom stood nervously at the alter, grateful his two best friends were there by his side to share in a most happy event.

He did not look at you.

Finally, the choir began, and the doors behind you opened to reveal the most ethereal bride. Her hair was perfectly twisted, and looked most vibrant against her pure white dress, accentuating each curve in the most flattering way. Her eyes were soft and inviting, the makeup surrounding them only adding to this fact. You weren’t smiling, but you could never deny she was beautiful that day, almost enough to make you forget.

The rings on their fingers solidified their love, their love. There was no going back, it happened the way it was supposed to. The bride and groom kissed sweetly, not passionately, to seal their vows and the room erupted with a joyous chorus of pride and selfless happiness.

-

“You don’t have to do this,” Sirius reminded you.

You ignored him, using a small spoon to clink against your glass, collecting the attention of the guests and the hosts themselves, for it was your turn. You breathed unsteadily, standing up with a crumpled piece of paper folded between your fingers.

Unfolding it, you began, “I heard attraction is simply pheromones,” you scoffed, gripping the piece of paper before you tighter, “I hate science, scientists, they leave nothing untouched. They wanted to explain love to us. Never before in history had anyone tried to explain love, reduce it something we could critique in biology lessons. How dare they?” They all laughed at this, but again, you were not laughing.

“It’s above a scientific revelation, someone’s rise to fame in the scientific community, it is above all of us. We’re here to live and die, an endeavour so many of us struggle with alone. And one day, when our planet is consumed by what gives it life, love, I believe, is the only legacy we will leave behind. The love of family, the love of our friends, the love…” you swallowed, glancing at Remus, Sirius, and finally James, “The love of a partner,” you cleared your throat, “With whom the endeavours of life become easier to bear, and with whom one can fuck science and their frightened slaves who try to take away the real, authentic, inexplicable magic on Earth, enjoyed by every inhabitant of the planet, whether witch, wizard or muggle,” you forced a smile, “So, to the happy couple, may you take comfort in the inexplicability of love for as long as you both shall live.”

You raised your glass with the rest of the audience, taking a drawn out sip of the champagne. Not a moment later, claps and cheers erupted around you, encircling you in a cage you could not escape from—a cage that should not have been yours, but someone else’s. They cheered for you lying through your teeth. And while you did wish them every happiness, you wished even more that it was yours.

Remus placed a hand on your back as you sat back down, while Sirius gave you a pained and empathetic smile. You felt ruined, every ounce of love you had belonged to James, and now that he didn’t want it, you didn’t know what to do with it all. You had so much to give, so much to offer, and without a soul to give it to. Your happiness had been stolen, but they forgot to take your love. What were to do with it when they took away its entire reason for existing?

You stepped away, warning both Sirius and Remus not to follow you. Hiding behind a nearby tree, you looked at your speech again, this time for what it was: a letter. At the top, the words ‘Dear James’ and at the bottom, ‘Love Y/N’ and in the top right corner the date 1976.

Science could never explain why some love the wrong person, and why some the right person. Science would never be able to explain the excruciating pain you felt that had no medical cure. You were alone, and you didn’t need to be told why, you knew why—James was in love with another. But why did he fall out of love with you? You couldn’t fathom falling out of love, it simply wasn’t possible.

But it was, and it was the cause of all the tears streaming down your face and onto the letter you’d written years ago, smudging the ink and ridding you of the last evidence you had that you were once happy.

[arandomsnaillady]

This is so cute! I wanna have a Sam as a big brother

Little teacup

Platonic!Samwise Gamgee x Sister!Reader

Lord of the Rings

Request: “Could you please do platonic samwise x sister!reader with prompt #32 where reader has a crush on merry but is too shy to talk to him so she’s sulking in her room and sam notices and comforts her while she cries?” by anonymous

Prompt 32: “I hate seeing you like this”

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Sam cannot stand to see his little sister sulk over Merry’s obliviousness, so he comforts her, even if he has to escape his own wedding for some minutes.

A/N:  Hi Anon! I am so deeply sorry this took so long even though is a simple request, I hope you like it even if I changed the part of “sulking in her room” a bit, hope it doesn’t bothers you.

Your ears rang with the music the band was playing for Sam’s and Rosie’s wedding party, the widest smile over your face as you look over at your brother, dancing and twirling his now wife in his arms as they both laugh in between the crowd of hobbits dancing around them.

Your heart felt warm at the knowing of the happiness your brother had found in Rosie, his eyes sparkling every time they spot her, they were just meant to be and it made you even happier to know she felt the same love for him in her heart, she was family now and you were more than happy with it.

You chuckled a bit when Frodo came over dancing and waved at you for a moment, telling you to go over and dance with him and Pippin for a while, so at least you won’t be so lonely as everyone is dancing.

“Please Y/N, you look so lonely even I feel bad about you.” The bright smile on Pippin’s face is so contagious it only increases yours by ten, eventually convincing you to go and dance.

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#lotr #sam gamgee & reader

[arandomsnaillady]

This is such a beautiful and (bitter)sweet story 🥺 (and as someone who also tend to be in denial concerning his death, I greatly appreciate that)

Small Smiles

A/N: This is just me trying to live after watching FOTR again last night. GIVE BOROMIR LOVE AND SAFETY Anyway, this is from a beautiful ask that @fantasticallytragical​ / @cassiabaggins​ sent me! Thank you! ALSOOOO do you guys know how big of a deal it is that I just taught myself how to take a screen shot AND crop it on my computer? I’m really tech challenged guys, this is a big deal, I’m proud. PS I will find a way to fit belly into everything I write because IT’S IMPORTANT TO ME.

Pairing: Boromir x Reader

Word Count: 960

Warnings: EVERYONE LIVESSSSSSS, talk of violence and possible death, mentions of blood, sadness but ends in flufffffffffffff

Summary: (Y/N) is an elf who can’t get her mind off the human in the medical wing of Lothlorien. 

The information ran through the corridors of Lothlorien like wind rustling over lips to open ears. The Fellowship was broken. The team of saviors and protectors was fractured, sent abroad like ships in the night, leaving one close to death- the human from Gondor. It was said he defended the halflings, even when three arrows forced him to his knees and mercilessly stole his breath and blood. No one with ears was spared the grisly details.

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[arandomsnaillady]

I’m not sure about the rules to enter the public domain (especially since they differ from one country to the other) but, from what I know, there is a bunch of countries where books enter plublic domain 70 years after the death of the author and I think -but I’m not sure- that it is also the case in the UK

Is The Tolkien Estate crazy?

Have you seen FAQ on the new The Tolkien Estate webpage? https://www.tolkienestate.com/frequently-asked-questions-and-links/?fbclid=IwAR3oyGPRKgf1sE3B9D_3e1WtVJaYV0yZHConYXedDJY79tDy8SKmYetqrY4 No fanfiction, no fanzines, no Tolkien music, no Tolkien quotes (without permission), no writing in Tolkien languages (if you intend to post it somewhere), no Tolkien-related events (even charitable and not-for-profit ones - no exceptions), no public readings (without permission), no recordings of reading of Tolkien works (and TE is going to take action against unauthorized audiobooks or readings on social media), no Tolkien photographs. Tell me if it is true, or if someone is joking!

[arandomsnaillady]

Okay, so, I might send it into the void but I don’t have anywhere else to asks it :

To the people who have read the 3rd or 4th volume of La Passe-Miroir (The mirror visitor) in English (or in another language than French), what was God (or Dieu)’s name? I have read it in French since it is my first language and also the original language of the book but I was wondering how it has been translated in other languages.

#the mirror visitor #la passe miroir #translation question #la passe-miroir

[arandomsnaillady]

I headcanon that if a zombie apocalypse occured, the four idiots would be lost on some remote island/mountain/forest/desert and, depending on how long it lasted, would’nt even knew there was one before it was over.

#kengan ashura #kaneda suekichi #okubo naoya #himuro ryo #lihito #did i really have to revive that blog just to say that ? yes #One day they met Akiyama Sakura who also got lost. She knew about the apocalypse but never thought to brief them about it.

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Concert

Hi! So, here’s my participation for @some-piece AU challenge. The characters I have received are Bartolomeo, Marco, Hina, Pell and Trafalgar Law. I have chosen the Band AU (well, at least if I did understand the word correctly). I didn’t expect my text to turn like that at first so I hope it’ll still be alright ^^’

Disclaimer : I wrote the text in my first language and then I used online translator to help me put it in English. I can’t guarantee there’s no weird phrasing/conjugason/grammar left. I also realized it’s been a while since I read the Dressrosa part for the last time so I hope I’m not too OOC.

Warning : None that I can think of (however, if you do see a potential TW don’t hesitate to tell me so I can add it). SFW

~Now, here comes the text~

“They’re going to make a comeback!” yelled the young green haired man as he violently pushed the studio door open which startled you and made you put your hand to your ear by reflex.

Regaining your composure you turned a questioning glance at him.

‘The Staw Hats!" he exclaimed before you could say anything, his face beaming with joy.

Of course, who else could make him so happy?

The other two members of the group immediately joined Bartolomeo in his euphoria. In spite of the perplexity that you felt at this news, a big smile was soon put on your face.

“If that's the way it is, we need to be sure to attend!”

“Well said Y/N!”

You let a few more minutes of general excitement pass before trying to bring their minds back to the present moment.

“In the meantime, we still have our own concerts to play, it would be a shame to screw up when we're just starting to make ourselves known.”

“Almost as good an idea as Granny's ones!”

With those words, Gambia turned his drumsticks in his hands and went back to sitting down at the drums. You picked up your instrument correctly to get into position. Bartolomeo took his guitar and stood in front of the microphone while the last member closed the door properly. Soon, the room resonated with music.

***

The big day had arrived. You were rubbing your arms, trying to warm yourself up on that cold March day. All around you the voices of the crowd waiting to enter the hall were becoming impatient. Your eyes fell on Bartolomeo a few steps away who was chatting with another fan. His high height, further increased by his haircut, and the way he dress himself made him a kind of personal beacon. Your eyes wandered around in search of the rest of the group, in vain.

They shouldn't be very hard to find, though...

You didn't have time to ask yourself any more questions as the doors opened and you found yourself carried away by the general movement of the crowd and an enthusiastic Barto who had just joined you.

The first part of the evening went almost smoothly, Bartolomeo insulted one or two person but his words got lost in the noises of the room and the bands playing, although of varying levels, gave you a good time. Things went wrong, however, when the Straw Hats came on stage. At that moment you weren't looking in that direction, but the disbelief that was painted on some people's faces and the decomposition that attains others' faces was a clear indication that something was wrong.

Your attention turned back  to the stage and the evidence hit you: whoever these people were and what they called themselve, they were definitely not the Straw Hats. Yes, they had tried as hard as they could to look like them : a dark-haired woman was holding a bass in her hands, the drummer was trying to keep a third stick in his mouth, the singer was wearing a straw hat, and so on. But the resemblance ended there. Bartolomeo was still in shock, but as they began to misinterpret real Straw Hats songs, the anger became more and more apparent on his features. You take him by the arm before he causes a scene or attacks the singer.

-Come on, Barto, let's get out of here.

You could feel through his jacket the tension of his muscles that ran through his whole body. You had to insist and pull on his arm before he relaxed slightly and agreed to follow you. You had managed to walk three-quarters of the way with a lot of difficulty when loud voices followed by laughter echoed beside you.

"So this is the Straw Hats? I don’t see why people made a big deal of them! » "You can even say it's rubbish!”

Bartolomeo immediatly tensed up again and you could feel the grip you had on the young man arm loosening. You tried to catch up with him but it was too late, he was already savagely insulting those who had just spoken and they would going to fight. A deep sigh escaped from your lips when the affair turned into a brawl.

***

“Hey, are you all right?" you asked softly as you approached the young man sitting on a low wall after being kicked out of the room. Morose, he crossed his arms with a sulky look on his face. You settled on the cold brick beside him

. “I'm sure they'll really be back one day and at that time these impostors will regret trying to take their place. If they don't already regret it, it was pretty awful for the little we heard”

No response. You decided to keep quiet for a while, taking advantage of the night air that made you shiver gently. A few minutes passed during which you heard nothing but a few distant shouts. Bartolomeo rose suddenly and began to walk away with his hands in his pockets. You rushed to him, looking over your shoulder.

“Aren't we waiting for the others? Besides, I haven't seen them since we arrived, where the hell did they go?”

“I told them to leave us alone together.”

“Why did you tell them to leave us alone? I would have thought you'd want to go through this with them!”

He didn't answer immediately, but in spite of the darkness you had the impression that his cheeks had turned pink and his face was embarrassed.

“I wanted to ask you something during the Straw Hats concert," he muttered.

When you understood he wasn’t in the mood to add anything you smiled and start speaking again.

“Oh, well, you can always tell me the next time, well, I mean, the next real time"

Changing topics of conversation, you continues to speak.

“Otherwise, Gambia's granny had talked about a festival that it would be good to participate in, what was the name again? Colosseum Festival? Does that sound possible?”

Ans so you both walked through the night, talking about everything and nothing. Bartolomeo starting to get into small shenanigans as his mood improved.

#one piece #one piece au #band #bartolomeo #reader insert #nervousness is starting to eat me so i'm gonna post that soon before it's too late

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Encounter

Sometimes I try to write so here’s a little Brook scenario/fics I began a while back. I’m not entirely satisfied but, well, I guess I need to start somewhere ?

Warning : English is not my first language so if it seems weird sometimes I’m sorry

The sun was setting, the bright color of the sky offering a splendid spectacle. However, Brook only had eyes (oh, but he doesn’t have one ! Yohohoho) for the old person sitting in front of him. He almost didn’t recognize her when he walked in front of the bench where she was sitting, her eyes furrowing to see what a young child showed her. She started to hum an old lullaby he never thought he would hear in that part of the world. He deviated from his path and joined her in a few long strides.

“Good evening fair lady, may I join you? “

She looked up at him, confusion written all over her face. A few seconds later, she nodded briefly, inviting him with a wave of her hand and a smile to sit down beside her. It was the latter that allowed him to almost recognize her with certainty. If he had had one, his heart would have leapt into his chest. He pulled himself together and sat down beside the old woman. The latter had turned her attention to the child and Brook gazed his empty eye sockets on them.

The kid looked at the skeleton with curiosity but didn’t stop talking about the insect he discovered, his voice full of barely contained excitement. The woman patiently listened to him, nodding her head and making small remark at regular intervals.

“I am sure you would be a wonderful entomologist” she said while ruffling his hair, “but you should go home honey, otherwise, your mother might worry”.

The boy gave her a toothy grin and ran away, shouting a “Bye bye Granny” aver his shoulder. She leaned back on the bench. A few minutes passed during which nothing happened except that she starts humming softly again. Brook joined her as she began to sing the second verse. The picture might have been gloomy if the sky hadn’t been so bright or the air has been sadder.  As the last few notes faded away, the old lady turned her face toward the skeleton.

“My eyesight does not really help me anymore, but you remind me of an old friend”.

She stood up in a more alert movement than her frail appearance would suggest. One of her hand slipped down her skirt to smooth the folds while her other hand grasped a wooden cane.

“Would you like some tea?”

“Yohohoho, with pleasure milady”

And so, he found himself enjoying tea face to face with a friend from an almost forgotten time. A time when he was nothing more than a simple recruit in a battle convoy of a West Blue kingdom. Behind each of her move, from the graceful position of her hands as she held her cup to the way she walked with steps as determined as her age-worn body could allow, he could discern better the young lady from a good family who quickly raised through the ranks. The skeleton deposited his cup.

“You mentioned I reminded you of an old friend, could you tell me more?”

The woman took a sip before exclaiming vigorously:

“Ah, he was a brat when I met him! Unable to hold a bow or a sword properly and always trying to get a glimpse of what was hidden under girls' skirts! But he reminded me of my brother and I couldn't let him get eaten up by the army so I took charge of him as much as I could...”

The tone of her voice became more and more the one of a storytellers as she recounted the various adventures and misadventures they had experienced. She had to interrupt herself frequently to drink or clear her throat, but always did so at the most appropriate moments so that the story would never suffer, or that the story even gain from the interruption. It was she who had taught him the basics of violin, piano and singing, but although she was a good musician, her talent did reside mainly in the way she told the stories, and time had not altered it in any way. Nearly an hour passed, immersed in a kind of comforting nostalgia.

When she stopped, the rest of tea in the tea pot had become cold and the sun had disappeared behind the horizon. It was time to return to the Sunny before they set sail. Several questions were still running through his mind, such as 'How did she get to this part of Grand Line?’ but time was against him. Brook reluctantly stood up.

"Thank you for a pleasant evening, I won't be using your hospitality any longer."

The woman also stood up and responded with a smile.

"Thank you for keeping an old woman like me company."

They walked the short way to the entrance in silence. Arriving on the doorstep, the skeleton turned to face her one last time.

-Have a nice late evening," he said, lifting his top hat, "before I leave, may I...

A break

"...see your panties?"

The surprise appeared on the woman's features, soon replaced by a flash of realization and a smirk.

"Don't catch a cold, Brook."

#one piece #scenarios #litle fic #brook #first time doing this #i dont know what to tag