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hinny-canons · 9 months

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Final one! sorry for so much delay, August has been a busy month! I had so much fun doing these and I wanted this one to be grand. So I hope you like this one!🩷

@corneliaavenue-ao3 ‘s Several Sunlit Daylights

Midnights: Labyrinth

(inspired by this tumblr post)

Falling in love was not something Harry thought would happen to him. He didn’t even think he would live long enough to experience it. But love was very mysterious. She just loved to appear at random times, it was her thing.

When Love cast her spell on Harry, she was very proud of herself. Harry on the other hand took a while to realize.

Love waited and waited for Harry to realize, but he wasn’t doing anything!

Love knew Ginny still felt feelings for him even if she was dating someone else. She had cast her spell on Ginny a long time ago.

When Harry walked in on Dean and Ginny kissing, Love was very happy to see he was finally realizing it. She ended up making good friends with Jealousy who was the monster in Harry’s chest. He flowed orange and resembled a lion quite like Gryffindor. Jealousy growled every time he saw Dean and Ginny.

“Have a break, Jealousy,” Love said softly.

“They’re making Harry upset, why should I!” Jealousy yelled. Love rolled her eyes.

There was a party everywhere when they had their first kiss. Jealousy roared and Love laughed gleefully. Family in heaven also beyond happy.

Oh, oh. I’m falling in love.

They were so gleeful together until the day that Dumbledore died and it all came crashing down. Love was crying and Jealousy stopped roaring and Angst joined their group. She glowed blue and was small like a child. Angst didn’t talk much nor did she do much. She just watched sadness happen to people and sympathized with them.

Harry broke up with Ginny and Love was shattered. She sat in a corner crying for ages and Angst hugged her through it. Angst specialized in this, break ups and all.

They kissed in Ginny’s bedroom a day before Bill and Fleur’s wedding in which Love would make an appearance. It was her day, after all!

Love got hope when they kissed and it was all blown up, popped like a soap bubble when Ron burst in.

“Ugh!” Love, Jealousy, and Angst all groaned.

Ron got very angry at Harry for playing around with his sister. “Rubbish!” Love yelled. “He loves her!”

Jealousy growled when Harry thought of Ginny marrying another. Angst sighed when Harry thought of never being with her again.

She could tell Harry was very sad by the break up.

Oh, no. I’m falling in love again.

Harry kept watching her dot on the Marauders’ Map and Love kept an eye on both Harry and Ginny.

“No Veelas here,” Jealousy said. “Hope Ginny knows that.”

“Ginny’s sad again,” Angst said. “I wish I could do something.”

Love sighed. “There’s nothing we can do, dear. He just need to guide them and hope for the best.

One night, Harry woke from a dream about Ginny that Love planted in his mind. He missed her a lot and Love thought it would be good for him to see her again, even just in his mind.

Harry thought with a jolt that he loved Ginny. Love glowed and twirled around him when he finally thought it.

Then he started crying about how much he missed her and Angst came to comfort Harry, staying by his side. Two emotions together, comforting one human.

Jealousy came as well, even if Harry wasn’t feeling it. He just wanted to be with Harry.

Oh. I’m falling in love.

It was the day of Harry and Ginny’s wedding and all of the guests were gathered. Love got all dolled up and appeared, very happy. She had been waiting for this day for years! Angst was here too. Everyone was thinking of all those people who died in the war. Jealousy was there to make sure no one interrupted.

“What if Cho Chang jumps up and objects? What if Dean comes in?” Jealousy fussed.

“Oh, please! Both of them are occupied with their own person.”

Jealousy looked back at the crowd. “I’m still keeping eye on ‘em,” he grumbled.

When Harry and Ginny pronounced husband and wife, Love squealed out of delight. “Yay!” She laughed, spinning around at high speed.

Jealousy joined her, running around and Angst smiled at the couple.

I thought the plane was going down. How’d you turn it back around?

#hinny #hinny fanfiction #harry x ginny #final day #this has been a blast!

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op-secret-santa · 5 months

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It is the FINAL DAY to sign-up for the 2023 One Piece Secret Santa! Let's spread some holiday cheer nakama!

Please read the rules & FAQs on our carrd before applying! ❄️

#final day #op event #secret santa #one piece event #applications open #op secret santa 2023 #fanart #fanfic

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deepzekrom · 6 months

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Beast Month 2023, FINALE

Day 31, Crevice! It's time to meet UB-?? Void aka Tumordial the Apocalypse Pokemon, a Dragon Ghost type based on Benign Tumors, Shin Godzilla, Black Holes and the Mariana Trench!

#Beast Month #art challenge #october art challenge #pokemon #fake pokemon #fakemon #ultra beasts #drawing challenge #small artist #final day #dragon type #dragon type pokemon #ghost type #ghost type pokemon

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nocanonhere · 5 months

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Happy Wyll's Week! Day 7/7

-What Time Brought (More NSFW, Fluff, and the babiiiiessss). Here they were, navigating parenthood, and everything that fell outside of that. He loves this life, but would very much like some alone time with his spouse. (centered around my Tav, Aiya. Elf-Dragon Sorceress)

A light roll of thunder slipped through the halls of the estate.

“Thank gods,” Aiya praised, sliding into her side of the bed. “That dry spell needs to break. So much more difficult to garden when there hasn’t been rainfall.”

Wyll closes his book shut and sets it on his side table. Truthfully, he hadn’t been focused on it. The past few days have left the both of them too busy to really even chat before sleep came. He had been pulling late nights and early mornings, and she had an estate to look after, among other things.

And he wanted to make up for it.

She is barely settled in before he is rolling over, encouraging her to lie on her stomach and laugh into her pillows.

“Duke Ravengard,” she teases. “You should let a lady sleep.”

“I’ll get you to sleep,” he responds, making her laugh harder.

“You really should get some rest,” she tries again. “You’ve been going nonstop lately.”

He had. His back hurt from all the sitting, his throat was dry from all the talking, and his left hand was actually swollen from how much writing he had been doing.

The summer season was coming to an end, meaning preparations for the cold were in full swing. Another storehouse needed to be built, because they had another influx of citizens settling in the city and around the outskirts. Travel ways needed to be cleared and secured in case of another freeze. Last winter had made the ports all but inoperable, and so many shipments had been delayed due to no way for the boats to travel.

Not to mention, the autumn season contained many annual celebrations in one stretch. The city would start putting out decorations soon. He had spent his lunch break earlier writing a letter to Sorcerous Sundries regarding preparations.

And yes, the heat had been harsh lately. He was just as thankful as she was to hear more cracks of thunder splitting the skies.

But right now, there was nothing else he’d rather do but have some intimate time with her.

These past few days left little time for them to talk, but their life in general lately had left even littler time to make love. And he missed her, dearly.

He threw one of his legs over her side, straddling her thighs without sinking down.

“Let me enjoy you, please,” he asks, lifting his hands to lightly massage her back through her night gown.

She sighs, but makes no further commentary. For a moment, she is content with the tender care, but eventually starts to squirm and breathe deeper. And Wyll knows that’s his signal.

He leans over her, moving her braid to the side and kissing the back of her neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she answers. “So much.”

His chest swells at hearing it.

He moves down her body, hands already sliding up her gown. She fakes sounding put off.

She has on nothing underneath, and Wyll is ever so thankful.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, staring at her body. “I’m so blessed.”

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

He leans back down, kissing the small of her back, planting his hands on her hips. The days of being on the run and fighting to survive had kept her lean. But with a life where her basic needs were met, along with other factors, she had more weight to the muscle that had built there. He loved to sink his hands into it whenever he got the chance.

“I see the pink with the rising sun, and the purple of its’ setting everyday, too. And am no less enthralled by its beauty. Always ready to see it again.”

“Wyll,” she sighs.

He encourages her to lift her hips up, groaning quietly at the sight and smell of her; ready, for him.

He’s barely able to lean in before their door is opening.

Wyll flings himself to the side so quickly his head meets the headboard. He rubs it, briefly thankful that he no longer had horns to worry about. That would have scratched the wood for sure.

“Daddy? Mommy?”

Aiya is still buried in her pillow, trying to quiet her laughter. Her hands had already reached behind her and slipped her nightgown down.

This isn’t exactly how he wanted to spend this night, but he should have thought about it more. Nima didn’t like thunderstorms.

“Come here, Nima. Couldn’t sleep?” he asks.

They already know the answer, but she shakes her head, and climbs up to his side of the bed. He picks her up, joking about her being too heavy for this, making her giggle. He lays her in the middle.

“Mommy. Are you sleeping?” voice lowering into a whisper.

She is certainly not, as she lifts her head from her pillow and has tears of laughter in her eyes.

“No, mommy’s awake,” she says, turning back to her side and moving in closer. “Your daddy hit his head.”

“Oh no,” Nima responds, with every bit of concern in her voice that a three year old would have about something they truly care about. “I can kiss it and make it better.”

She doesn’t wait for his response, sitting up and giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you, bean,” he says, kissing hers in return.

“Where’s your other half?” Aiya asks.

“He’s sleeping,” she answers, sliding back down and choosing to lay sideways, leaving her head on Wyll’s chest, and feet extended in Aiya’s direction.

“He’ll be along soon enough,” Aiya mumbles. “He’ll know you’re not there.”

Seiha didn’t have a problem with thunderstorms, or loud noises in general, like Nima. But he did have a problem with not knowing his sister’s whereabouts, and not being in her proximity.

Nima starts talking about her day to Wyll, and he listens and comments with intent. They hear another patter of steps at their door, and in pops the other bean at large.

“Nima, mommy, daddy.”

Seiha trots over to Aiya’s side of the bed, climbing in over her to join the gathering.

Aiya is quiet as she watches the three of the interact. They are very sweet on their father, and he is over the moon for them. Two was certainly a surprise. At a midpoint check up, when the midwife hovered her glowing hands over her swollen stomach and her eyes widened, Aiya wasn’t sure if she should be afraid.

Wyll had not been with her that morning, but Ulder had been so kind to stay at the estate with her until her appointment was over. When she walked out of the bedroom and told Ulder the news, his eyes lit up in a way she had never seen before.

Her and Wyll were both only-children. Both had expressed to each other how having a sibling would have been nice. They are glad Seiha and Nima have each other.

It’s only been three years, but the shock of it still grips her sometimes. How had they done something so wonderful?

Nima goes a bit quiet when the thunder picks up. “When will the sun be back?”

“In the morning when you wake up,” Aiya answers, grunting when Seiha accidentally shoves a cold foot into her stomach.

“Can you tell us a story?” Seiha asks, brown eyes staring up at his father.

Wyll sat up a bit more. “One story and then we all go to sleep.”

The twins cheered in agreement, and Wyll reached back over to his side of the bed and grabbed the book from earlier. It would have its uses now.

As he starts reading the first sentence, Nima interrupts.

“Wait, can Papa come?”

Both Aiya and Wyll answer. “No.”

The next morning, Ulder has a child on each side as he walks them out to the carriage waiting to take them closer to the city. The kids were in school, and Ulder was happy to take them each day. He claims it was so Aiya and Wyll could have a small break, but they both knew he would do it even if they were willing.

Aiya is glad he stayed. At first, it was awkward, living with her fiancé and his father. The estate was large enough that no one was stepping on each other’s toes, but she wasn’t accustomed to seeing the man every day.

As she was, she didn’t open up to him very much. And despite Ulder’s political experience, he had difficulty navigating getting to know his soon-to-be daughter-in-law better.

When he had brought it up to Wyll, he told him that Aiya’s tendency to be more reserved was for a reason, and she would open up over time. And not that he retold their private conversations, but he did let his father know that Aiya wanted him to stay. She didn’t grow up with a large family, and she really didn’t want him to leave. Especially when they explored expanding their family in the future. She wanted whatever child(ren) they had to be surrounded by as much love as possible.

That settled his father a bit, and now here they were.

They kissed their kids as they prepared to leave for the day. As soon as Ulder opened the door, Nima yelled.

“Hello, sun!”

They set off, pulling Ulder along with them.

Aiya and Wyll sighed, standing there and watching them load up before they departed.

“Leaving soon?” she asks, still looking ahead.

“I should. But…

He trails off, and she nods her head, glad that they both seem to be of the same mind.

“Athenia and Hallael won’t be here for another hour to start on the garden. We have time.”

Once the carriage was riding off, Aiya gently closed their door, then turned around to find Wyll staring at her with mischief in his eyes.

She hardly had time to react as he picked her up and began carrying her bridal style back to their bedroom. She laughs, kicking her feet and telling him she can walk. But he kisses her face and tells her to let him have his moment.

They can’t go as slow as they normally like. It’s been weeks for them, and despite it being their home, they didn’t want to be tangled up together when more of the groundskeepers arrived to help for the day.

But he does keep their fingers interlaced, planted by her head as he kisses her. His hips move with a determination to get them both there quickly. But his searching lips make her feel like they have all the time in the world.

They hadnt even bothered taking their clothes off. He peeled off the robe she wrapped around herself and pushed her nightgown back up. And she had reached down to pull him out of his sleep pants.

“I love you,” he gasps, hips stuttering.

She looks up at him, adoration and devotion in her gaze. “I love you too,” she pants.

They finish together, his hands gripping hers to an almost bruising degree. It may not be the slow, sensual, communicative loving he preferred to give her, but it was enough to make her spine bow , and cry out his name.

He falls over to her side, both of them laughing at the mess they’ve created; chests heaving.

“We made good on time. I don’t hear anyone yet,” she said.

Wyll hums, still a bit too stunned from his climax to say much right now.

Time, he thinks. Him and time used to have an onerous relationship. He briefly recalls the night he confessed his desires to her, how he led with that speech about time erasing all.

But time has been kind to him lately. His father was here, their relationship stronger than ever. He had a council he trusted to help take care of this city and its inhabitants. He had not one, but two extraordinary parts of his and Aiya’s souls running across the house every day.

And as he turns his head, and sees his love lying there with her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her face, he silently thanks time for what it brought them too. They found each other in darkness; on the edge of the world with an abyss in front of them. And they still created something out of that. Life-long friendships with others, and loyalty to each other.

Time took him away from his father for years; left him wandering the lands searching for purpose. It brought long nights of loneliness, and many unanswered questions.

But time had given him answers too. Nights full of company, now.

Because time did erase, but it always began anew.

#wyll ravengard #wyll x reader #wyll #bg3 wyll #baldurs gate 3 #wyll is a father #wyll is a daddy #i gave him twins #bc why not #i love him #ulder ravengard #is papa #wyll'sweek #Wyll'sWeek #final day #sorry this is late #fluff

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tokyo-tower-symbolism · 9 months

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Final Day Masterpost Top Star Audition Masterpost

Everyone has an equal chance to shine, So I will believe in my brilliant self and walk on. On wings of freedom, I shall soar higher than anyone, Moving forward towards the sun overhead! Second in rank of the 99th Class — Saijo Claudine! 99th Class — Tsuyuzaki Mahiru C'est moi, la star! I am the one who shines the highest!

People have stars they're destined for, The heavy fruits that have ripened upon the night sky. Even if I can't see my star, Someone must protect it all! Hoshimi Junna — 99th Class! 99th Class — Daiba Nana! I'll take hold of a star of my own! Forever... Again and again!

#final day #top star audition #revue starlight #mahiru tsuyuzaki #junna hoshimi #claudine saijou #nana daiba

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megsironthrone · 4 months

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Day 10 (Final day)

We've reached the final day! One final reminder of the Rules

And here are your first clues for the last 2 characters:

Character A first appeared in season 3

Character B is the daughter of a lord

Your next clues will be revealed in around 2 hours! Good luck!

#gameofcharacters #day 10 #clue 1 #final day

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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American Civil War: The final day of the Battle of Gettysburg culminated with Pickett's Charge on July 3, 1863.

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palatteflags · 10 months

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final day of pride month!: Clowncore Rainbow~

Want a moodboard? Send an ask~ -mod Jay

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alexiusgoesrogue · 2 months

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Status Update: Day Ten

Today was not a very big day. But although it can’t be compared to the first days of this adventure, it was fun nonetheless.

First thing Bee and I went out for some drinks and snacks. They got themself some pineapple juice, and I got raspberry licorice. Never thought I’d ever like anything containing even the word licorice, but here we are.

With no actual plans on our agenda, we headed for a few last rounds of Taiko no Tatsujin at Timezone. It was once again really fun, but did quite a number on my right wrist (no idea why this one in particular and not both).

We took another break, which included food again, because of course it did. This was the first time of me trying anything from KFC ever. And while it was tasty, it was not really something I’d see myself craving someday in the future.

Our ideas on what to do for the day ran thin, so we decided to just head back to the hostel. The walk back was quite funny though, as it was really windy at times.

I used the time I had to already pack up some of my luggage to make it easier for tomorrow. I also finally finished my halo book (hooray me!), technically. I read all main chapters and the epilogue. The adjunct files were just a bit.. too boring. I’ll just get back to that some other time.

Additionally, I took some more time to get back into traditional drawing. The pictures will be posted someday (hopefully) to the respective blogs they belong on (90% are CJ and Darnell related, because what else would they be honestly).

Nothing much happened since then. I spent time in my room watching YouTube and downloaded more videos on Netflix for the long flights. I thought the night would end with a ‘short’ viewing of Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, but that didn’t end up happening due to technical difficulties.

My alarm is already set. My shower towels are dry and in the suitcase. All left unpacked are toiletries (because I was too tired to do it now), some valuables in the locker, and my bluey plushie of course.

Tomorrow will be quite a day, and I don’t know if I’ll like that. But just like the day when I began this journey, I’ll get through this.

Sponsorships of the day: KFC lunch, several rounds of Taiko

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Note: I refuse to fight with the wifi again, so same as with my previous post, I will not share any pictures here and simply add them in a reblog at a later point in time, when better wifi is available to me.

#new zealand #travel #wellington #final day #I’ll miss this place

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sasuhinamonth · 9 months

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Final Run of SHMonth2023!!!

We have about 12 more hours left until this blog and our twitter stops reblogging/retweeting/sharing submissions for SasuHinaMonth2023. If you have any final pieces you'd like to submit, please hurry and send them our way!

Remember as always to @ us and use #sasuhinamonth2023 and #shmonth2023.

Thank you all for another amazing year!

We'll see you in 2024!!!! <3

Mod: PC

#shmonth2023 #sasuhinamonth2023 #final day

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floccesyfluff-fest · 25 days

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Lucas has decided to gamble! He only participated once, so he may as well go all-in. With that in mind, he takes a deep breath as he approaches.

“This isn’t the only reason I decided to become a Trainer, but it was the deciding factor,” he admits. Taking off his right glove and pushing his sleeve back, he holds up his arm so that the scar on it is visible. “A couple of years before I started my journey, I was struck and nearly killed by something that left this behind. Nobody could figure out what could have done it. Trainers travel a lot, so I figured I’d have a better chance of finding out than if I just stayed in a lab, you know?”

“I won’t say if I figured that mystery out.” Because he still wasn’t sure if trusting Gatz with that knowledge was wise. “But it doesn’t answer the second question, anyway. If I could be honest, it’s mostly to spite Cyrus - by being a part of the world he wanted to destroy. It would be hypocritical if I shut myself off from the world after I helped save it, right?”

Scavenger Hunt - Final Day ( GAMBLE ) [ 67 ]

Gatz and Sableye are both judging now, as opposed to just Sableye. Gatz is leaning in, focused intently as he is given a taste of the knowledge he swore to never seek on his own. Sableye felt bad about the scar, but glad Lucas was okay. He wondered if the scar still hurt. But the mention of bettering oneself in spite of someone else only makes them think of a certain Maverick and can't help but chuckle. But oh boy is Lucas right about Cyrus.

"Hahah! That's a beautiful reason to live your best life. Cyrus is a real piece of work, and you are right to rub your persistent existence in his face. I respect the hell out of you just for saying that. I also respect that you'd take this gamble and go all or nothing with it. You sure you don't want to be a Maverick? You'd be a perfect fit!" Sableye in turn scratches a number on the table, a number he thinks is fair. 67.

#floccesyfest2024 #scavenger hunt #final day #timebranded

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ask-spamton-gpory-spamgon · 11 months

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Final Day Thoughts: I'M SAFE! AND ALIVE!

"I'M [free willy for the ps2] FINALLY I NEVER HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THAT [switch of death] AGAIN! THANKS TO PROFESSER [tart yellow] HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH"

"TAKE THAT [rocket] [rocket] [ROCKET] [ROCKET] YOU FAILED IN SLOWLY [ending] ME!"

"OH I'M A FREE [Mon] AGAIN AND BOY I'M HAPPY!"

"... sorry got a lil [party on dudes] there"

"BUT FOR REAL THANK YOU [queen of the lab] THANKS TO YOU I'LL BE ABLE TO LIVE MY LIFE PEACEFULLY, I WAS SO SCARED WORRIED BUT NOW THINGS CAN GET BACK TO NORMAL IT'S TIME TO BE A BE A BE A [big shot] ONCE AGAIN!

NOW I CAN SELL THINGS WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT DUE DATES!"

"I LEFT THE LAB AND WENT ON MY WAY I'LL STILL CHECK BACK IN ONE LAST TIME IN A WEEK FROM NOW JUST [incase of emergency] FOR A LIL CHECK UP!"

"AND I MADE SURE TO LEAVE HER PAYMENT SINCE I CAN ACUTALLY [give away] MONEY NOW FREELY AS WELL SEEMS LIKE THAT WAS LINKED TO THE [stick of truth] I LEFT IT UNDER HER PILLOW SO SHE'S IN FOR A SUPRISE HALF A [1 million dabloons] OF SUPRISES THAT IS!"

"WELP I JUST NEEDED TO GET THAT OFF MY [itty bitty] AND UH"

"thank you all for supporting me and wishing me luck... you all mean the [around the world] to me let's get things back to [normal type] SHALL WE?"

@prof-lemon

#Pokemon #Pokemon Oc #Pokémon #Pkmn irl #Pokeblr #Pokeblogging #Pokeblog #Spamton Gpory Spamgon #Porygon Z #The Lab Arc #Professor Lemon #final thoughts #final day

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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Angbang Week - Day 7

@angbangweek So...for the grand finale...One scene of utter madness! (And aaaaaah SO much bad art!!!)

Words: 705

Characters: Mairon, Melkor, Gothmog, Saruman & a surprise guest

Warnings: I am a dumb bitch. Be advised! Also, the jokes are in German...I'll explain :)

Special thanks to @cilil without whom none of these pieces would have been made and who inspired this piece. Yes, we have a lot of BTS discussions...

“Well, this is a surprise,” Melkor bleated and—in his initial panic—promptly kicked a bucket all the way through the small hangar in which he had awoken as from a deep sleep.

“You don’t say, master,” his beloved Mairon grunted, visibly displeased by the dirt clinging to his rosy, pink skin. “We’ll end up on someone’s plate!”

He had already scouted the area and found that—despite the misleading name—the region was overgrown with very regular, green trees. They were hardly black and the picturesque little cottages specking the charming landscape didn’t strike him as particularly sombre either. How disappointing!

Before Melkor would voice his nascent curiosity as to the potential reincarnation—their essences having been poured into delicious meat rather than formidable flesh—of any of his other cronies, a small kid-goat rammed its way through the partition.

“Oi, you won’t believe it,” Gothmog cried. “I still have horns but, for some unfathomable reason, I am really small and very fluffy.” He sounded strangely and unmistakably amused by that fact.

“Gothmog,” Melkor greeted enthusiastically. “Well met, my old friend.”

“You won’t believe what I’ve found!” Gothmog bleated excitedly. “It’s a kind of cake, soft as clouds, with some creamy, delicious stuff layered in and fruit soaked in strong spirits!”

“How would you know?” Mairon—or rather Sau-ron—asked suspiciously, narrowing his gleaming, beady eyes.

“Where did you find it? And did you leave any for me?” Melkor interrupted, seemingly unfazed by the fact that his deplorable sidekick had just singlehandedly made the probability that they’d end up on the chopping block skyrocket.

“Duh! In the kitchen; they put it on the windowsill. Good thing I was given a body willing and able to sample just about anything!”

“You’ll get sick nonetheless,” Mairon predicted with barely dissimulated Schadenfreude. “Congratulations on being reembodied and promptly regressing into theft and other crimes!”

“Ah, but cake!” Melkor whined pleadingly, stomping his hooves and tossing his furry head impatiently. He seemed very eager to follow Gothmog into his hare-brained heist rather than hatch out a solid plan regarding their vitally important and increasingly pressing escape.

“I repeat,” Mairon cut him off sharply, “we are in a much more precarious situation than ever before. We shall be slaughtered and consumed—come to think of it, I’d probably welcome that. Don’t look at me!”

His innate vanity was lethally wounded by the rotund, cushy shape of his physical prison—he had ever despised and loathed swine and it was the summum of punitive measures to bind him to such an undignified form.

“It suits you,” Melkor said soothingly, rubbing his smelly head against the bouncy ribs of his former lieutenant. “And I’d rather see you alive as a little pig than to be deprived of your sparkling company.”

Somewhat reconciled, Mairon’s sharp mind took stock of their situation—they had been freed, which was good, but they were now amongst the lowest of the low, which was distinctively less good.

“We need to escape,” he declared, looking expectantly into the uncanny eyes of two goats. Both were already munching happily on the splinters Gothmog’s tempestuous entrance had left on the floor. “If we don’t want to be returned to the endless nothingness before we’ve even had the chance to subjugate, I mean explore, this new world.”

“Sound plan,” Melkor praised warmly. To Mairon’s distress and annoyance, he went on chomping on everything he could get his voracious mouth on though, instead of offering any good ideas on how they’d manage that necessary jailbreak.

Outside the barn, a rooster screamed melodically.

“Oh, someone is bellyaching,” Gothmog commented, then froze, his woolly ears twitching in dim recognition. “Could this be…?”

A loud crash interrupted his earnest attempts at rational reflection.

“Hmmm-wow,” an enchanting voice exclaimed. The bull—his fur a swirl of blinding white and multi-coloured, iridescent spots—froze within the massive hole he had torn into the wall.

“Master,” he greeted Mairon with a small dip of his bulky head which made the bell tied around his thick neck jingle merrily. “I’ve come to free you. There is a very suspicious bird perched outside, and I feel that he shall not be alone for long.” “Indeed,” Mairon grunted. “Let’s go…”

So, there we have it. The last day. Now for the art!!!

𝒮𝒶𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓃: The word "Sau" means "sow", female pig

𝑀𝑒𝓁𝓀𝑜𝓇: I guess that's just the sound a goat makes...

𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽𝓂𝑜𝑔: That one is clear and in English :)

𝒮𝒶𝓇𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃: The word "Kuh" means "cow"

𝑀𝒶𝓃𝓌ë: The word "Hahn" means "cock, rooster"

Am I idiotic? Yes, of course...but it was fun lol

Lots and lots, really, buckets of love from me! This was such a fun event! Thank you for being here with me! 💓💓

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