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edges-of-night · 9 months

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hi! I've just discovered your blog and I love it - from the url, profile pic, everything 😍 and most importantly your writing, it's so cute and you're able to write so many characters 🥰 as a fellow fic writer - I'm impressed 💜 can I request how they would first realize they love you, and how they would say it for the first time? No pressure, and thank you so much if you end up doing it. 🥰

- @wordbunch (sadly can't send asks from my Tolkien sideblog, so I'm on anon lol)

Thank you so so much for your kind words!! ♡ I’ve actually had this scenario in my “to do notes” already, so I’m very happy you requested it haha! Sorry again for posting so late, I hope you enjoy the read!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Aragorn is not someone to make the first step in romance, even if he is the one falling in love first. He’d probably realise it during the ranger job you do together, like looking for herbs or reading traces – where his hand brushed against yours! But Aragorn is very much the person to respond to a love confession of yours, after which he tells you that he reciprocates your feelings in a very romantic manner: “Me too. I am bound to you by honour and affection alike. If you would have me…”

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen would fall in love with you after dancing together. It could be on a ball her father’s giving, or just the two of you under the moonlight, where she’d laugh of bliss. You’d notice a slight change in her behaviour afterwards, more smiles, stolen glances – but you could only be sure after she finally told you, “It is because I have fallen for you, melethel. And there is nothing you can do about it!”

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir takes a casual approach to love and romantic relationships. This is why his love confession to you would be rather nonchalant, maybe over a lunch you’re preparing together over the fire. “I love you, you know that?” he’d say, all cool – as if he didn’t fall for you when he saw you fearlessly wielding a sword and shield during combat training…

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

Elrond would fall in love with you so gradually he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint an exact moment of realisation. Maybe it would be over a book you’re reading together, or when he told you about all the ancient stories he witnessed himself – or a grand love story. And then he’d turn to you and say, “Are you aware that this is how I feel about you as well?” He’d be very tender and playful about it, but earnest at the same time. He is very considerate toward you.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

Éomer doesn’t fall in love easily. Maybe due to this lack of experience, he has trouble expressing his feelings after that one horseback ride you did through the rain, where he helped you out of your dirty clothes afterward. His love confession would be a tedious process, with lots of phrases like, “Don’t make me say it. I lack the words to tell you…” – before he eventually leans in for a kiss and quietly adds, “Forgive me. I hope this tells you all the same.”

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

Éowyn is always brash and joyous around you, so her love confession would take you quite by surprise. She’d pick “an old Rohirrim tradition” to show you, maybe a special exchange of gifts, a traditional dance routine etc. “This is how the people of Rohan express their love,” she’d tell you with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. If asked, she would tell you when she realised she loved you: during sword lessons, of course!

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Faramir falls in love with you as soon as he meets you. He’s always been like that, heart racing with as little as a soft look or touch of a hand. For this same reason, and Gondor’s marriage policy, he swallows down any confessions because he has little hope in his own feelings. But after months, maybe years of courting and mutual affection, he’d finally tell you, in some grand romantic spot he chose – on his knees – because he’d connect it to a marriage proposal!

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Frodo would realise he loved you on a warm summer morning, as you’re walking barefoot in the grass – and then not tell you. He’d keep his secret to himself (haha), just smile to himself and subtly check the way you’re feeling before confessing to you – probably while holding both your hands, because that’s how sincere he is! “It gives me hope to hear you say that, because I, too, hold you very dear and love you very much!”

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Thanks to her powerful telepathy skills, Galadriel probably knows you love her before you yourself do. She knows all about your feelings – but nothing of her own. I like to imagine her as blissfully oblivious, right up until the moment you confess to her. Then something would click inside her, and with a blank stare ahead, she’d whisper, “I love you, too. I haven’t realised it until now – but I do.”

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf would realise he loved you after you’ve said or done something incredibly smart, like maybe found the solution to a problem that he was unable to solve. It’d make his heart skip a beat, he even looks away with a blush! And then he’d despair trying to find a “suitable moment for courtship”, as the old ways suggested, full of ceremony – and probably end up telling you his feelings very casually over a cup of tea he invited you to.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Your usually hard-shelled Dwarf gets very flustered when he says the three words to you – followed by some nervous babbling, like, “There! I said it first. And I mean it very earnestly.” The moment he fell for you was probably connected to seeing you in a new light: Working in the mines all day leaves little room for elegance, but after seeing you in your beautiful banquet outfit, Gimli was walking into walls for the next three days!

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir has always dreaded falling in love. But when you smiling at him makes his heart skip about three beats, he cannot lie to himself any longer. He can lie to you and everyone else though, needless to say. Not that anyone actually believes his denials… But Haldir would only confess his love in a life-or-death situation, when he thinks he’d never get the chance again. Then, of course, he’d be as elegant and romantic as all Elves are.

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

If you are near Legolas the moment he realises he loves you – on a scouting trip, for example, or during preparations for a ball in Mirkwood – he’d tell you right away. He’d give you an analysing look, with a smile dancing around his lips, and say something like, “How I love you right now! I love you very much, my dear.” Thanks to his royal training, of course, he’d respectfully draw back until you’ve made your own feelings clear.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

While he’s usually rather easy-going, Merry would plan out his love confession (meaning: a speech!) step by step, including an outfit plan and meal schedule designed specifically for you. He is the thinking type, and when it comes to this, he tends to overthink. He’d include a line like, “From the moment I first saw you…” when in reality, he probably fell for you when you joined one of his shenanigans without any reservations, proving just how similar you two are at heart.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin strikes me as a very “love at first sight” kind of person. At the same time, he’s really casual and playful about it. He’d only talk about it in return of your confession to him, like, “I never thought about that! I fell in love with you the first time we met!” – and probably shower you in a million compliments in the process!

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam would realise he’s in love with you while thinking of new poetry to write – because all he thinks about is you! Somewhen along the line, he’d lean back in his chair, starting at the dozens of pages he wrote about you – and then have the overwhelming urge to go up and meet you to tell you right away, in his adorably sincere and gentle manner ♡

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manweweek · 3 months

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Introduction/About

Hello and welcome to Manwë Week!

Manwë Week is a week-long fandom event dedicated to Manwë Súlimo from J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion, planned for March 11th - 17th 2024. The month of March is known as Súlimë, so it seemed only fitting to create an event to celebrate the Lord of Winds!

All sorts of fanworks are welcome, including but not limited to art (digital or traditional), fanfiction, moodboards, headcanons or playlists.

Here is a brief overview of this year's prompts:

For more details, please have a look at the prompt list.

Any questions, suggestions or concerns? Check out the FAQ or send an ask! You can also reach out on @cilil's blog.

ʚ Mod @cilil

A big thank you and shout out to @glorf1ndel and @arofili for providing advice, inspiration and resources for setting up and managing fandom events.

#mod post #manweweek #manwe week #manwe #manwë #manwe sulimo #silmarillion #valar #ainur #tolkien fandom #fandom event #tolkien event

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sotwk · 29 days

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SotWK's Fic Trope Rankings

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Thank you so much for tagging me, @thatonetimetraveller! <3 I was hoping to get invited to this--it's a fun game and gives useful info at the same time! :)

I ranked these tropes as a writer, so while these preferences may also influence fics I prefer to read, it doesn't necessarily mean I will never read tropes I don't write. :)

I would like to give honorable mention to two tropes (are they tropes?) I wish were included because I LOVE them so much:

BrOTP

Caught in the rain (aka Wet Blorbo)

What might make me different from other fic writers (as far as I've seen in my orbit), is that Family, Platonic, and Married Relationships are especially dear to my heart. I'm a mom, a wife, and I grew up in a large family, so that carries into my stories. The only reason I haven't written more of them is because I've been too busy chasing what is "popular".

I am definitely not the writer to go to for Smut, AUs, or things that stray too far out of Tolkien canon. It's just not in my wheelhouse. (I don't even really know what ABO or Bang or Die means, haha.)

Link to Game

Tagging: @hobbitwrangler @emyn-arnens @scyllas-revenge @minaturefics @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @emmanuellececchi @tamurilofrivendell @firelightinferno @lathalea @heilith @quillofspirit @laurfilijames @cycas @erathene @lady-of-imladris @stormchaser819

#tag game #tropes #fanfiction #get to know me

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frodo-with-glasses · 6 months

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More Reading Thoughts: The Shadow of the Past

"The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf." Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a Disturber of the Peace...

Something about "but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable" cracks me up

I love the fact that Frodo kept throwing birthday parties for Bilbo after he left. It's so sweet.

I would much rather go to Frodo’s Hundred-weight Feast than Bilbo’s Party of Special Magnificence, actually; twenty guests and several meals “at which it snowed food and rained drink” sounds much more my speed X-D

“Bilbo isn’t dead.” “Where is he then?” “🤷‍♂️”

F in the chat for Folco Boffin, who was mentioned like once in this chapter and never comes into the story again

"Merry and Pippin suspected that [Frodo] visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done." TEA???

Frodo's wandering in the autumn has such an evocative and melancholy feeling to it. So much so that I wrote a poem about it last year...

Part Two of me wishing the movies could have shown the Dwarves passing through the Shire on their way to the Blue Mountains

Sam be like "Dragons and Ents are real, I tell you!" and Ted Sandyman like "press X to doubt"

Our first glimpse of Sam's unassailable trust in Frodo and his wisdom 💚

And now! Exposition dumping, with Gandalf.

I hate the fact that I can't see or hear the word Eregion without getting war flashbacks to Amazon's Rings of Poopy

Ooh, remind me to write an essay about the invisibility power of the Ring(s)...

"[Bilbo] would certainly never have passed on to you anything that he thought would be a danger." Oh boy, would you look at the time, it's Crying About Adoptive Relationships O'clock

"'There wasn't any permanent harm done, was there?' asked Frodo anxiously. 'He would get all right in time, wouldn't he? Be able to rest in peace, I mean.'" OH BOY, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME—

Literally Gandalf: "Hobbits are my special interest"

"It is quite cool." It sure is, Gandalf. Wicked. Radical, even.

Low-hanging fruit, I know, but I had to 🤣

Speaking of low-hanging fruit, here's a joke I made two years ago about the "until Spring had passed into Winter" line:

He threw a luau barbecue one breezy summer night/Invited all his turtle pals to come and have a wiki bite/The turtles started walkin' there as Lance began to swing/The one that lived across the street arrived there in the spring...!

"I wish it need not have happened in my time." "So do I, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." Still a line that goes so, so hard, right in the middle of this exposition dump.

I like how in Gandalf's story, he makes Deagol talk normally, but Smeagol still has all those verbal idiosyncrasies that are iconic to Gollum.

I'm still trying to remember who it was that pointed out that the last syllable of Smeagol is the first syllable of Gollum. Blew my mind when I saw that, I tell ya.

"I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought." "It is not." 🤣🤣🤣

The thought of Gollum creeping through a window to snatch a baby from a cradle and eat it is at least seventeen different kinds of Not Fun. Thanks, Tolkien.

I have very little to say about Gandalf's retelling of the Ring's story—and Frodo's frightened and naive questions—except that it's almost as hard to tear your eyes away from the book as it is for Frodo to throw the Ring into the fire.

"I do really wish to destroy it! Or, well, to have it destroyed. I am not made for perilous quests." Oh, Frodo, bby...

I love how Sam's spying is so artfully foreshadowed here X-D You just go whistling away down that path, buddy! Nobody suspects a thing!

All Frodo has to say is "I suppose I'll have to go running into danger alone to keep everything and everyone I love safe, even if it means never coming home again; it's a pity, but I'll do it" and Gandalf is like "Frodo have I mentioned lately how much I love you and hobbits in general". Which. Mood! Big mood!

SUDDENLY, SAMWISE GAMGEE!

Good gracious did I need Sam and his comic relief after this heavy chapter X-D Bless you, Sam, you loveable dummy

I wonder what hobbit idiom Tolkien "translated" into "Lor bless you, sir". I'm not sure the hobbits have a concept of Eru Illuvatar as a benevolent God who hands out blessings; and if they do, I somehow doubt they'd have quaint little figures of speech like this. But I'm just nitpicking at this point because it's fun.

"There ain't no eaves at Bag End, and that's a fact." SAM 🤣🤣

"Mr. Frodo, sir! Don't let him hurt me, sir! Don't let him turn me into anything unnatural! My old dad would take on so." Have I mentioned that I love the heck out of Sam?

Frodo is "hardly able to keep from laughing", which, MOOD!

Sam heard that Mr. Frodo was going away and audibly choked. GAH I love him so much

Frodo sure knows how to threaten Sam LOL

"If you even breathe a word of what you've heard here, then I hope Gandalf will turn you into a spotted toad and fill the garden full of grass-snakes." 🤣🤣

"'Me, sir!' cried Sam, springing up like a dog invited for a walk. 'Me go and see Elves and all! Hooray!' he shouted, and then burst into tears." Oh, Sam. I love you.

#chapter review #frodo baggins #gandalf #samwise gamgee #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

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velvet4510 · 1 month

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I guess I’m one of those weirdos who so deeply feels the essence of an instrumental leitmotif from a film score associated with a particular character or couple, that I start associating said leitmotifs in my head with ANOTHER character from an entirely different film/book/series. And I’ve built up a whole library of leitmotifs for LOTR characters even though I ADORE Howard Shore’s original score for the trilogy. I consider these leitmotifs to be add-ons, NOT replacements. Nor do I intend to completely dissasociate these themes from their intended films/characters. It’s just my mind going wild like usual.

In the case of Silmarillion characters and relationships, well, it’s a different story - it really is my attempt to cobble together what could be a hypothetical score, if it were brought to the screen. Obviously it’d never be this exactly, but I would hope a composer for a potential screen adaptation of The Silmarillion might be inspired by themes like these.

In some cases, the characters these themes were originally written for don’t resemble the corresponding LOTR characters very much, or at all. Also some of them have titles that by themselves could not be more different from and unfitting for Tolkien’s world. It’s just the melodies on their own, without context or even name, performed by these gorgeous orchestras, that have come to remind me of particular Tolkien figure(s).

I also have found lots of “love themes”, both romantic and platonic, for Middle Earth relationships, as you’ll see. I’ve included romantic themes for canonical couples, as well as for pairings that I personally ship. I know Shore already gave Aragorn and Arwen a theme, but as I said, these are all extra additions and not replacements.

And yes I have a lot of Star Wars stuff in here, because I love Star Wars…but I love Tolkien more.

For the heck of it I’ll share some of these, with links to each song on YT. It’s hard to explain why I made these choices/associations, but maybe you’ll get it if you listen to some of them.

CHARACTER THEMES

Frodo = “Romeo” by Nino Rota

Sam = “Rey’s Theme” by John Williams

Aragorn = “The John Dunbar Theme” by John Barry

Gandalf = “Yoda’s Theme” by John Williams

Lúthien = “Jill’s America” by Ennio Morricone

Éowyn = “Marion’s Theme” by John Williams

The Valar = “Guardians of the Whills Suite” by Michael Giacchino

THEMES FOR LANDS/LOCATIONS

The Undying Lands = “Out of Africa” by John Barry

ROMANTIC LOVE THEMES

Frodo x Sam = “Love Theme from Ben-Hur” by Miklos Rozsa

Beren x Lúthien = “Speak Softly Love” by Nino Rota

Faramir x Éowyn = “Han Solo and the Princess” by John Williams

Aragorn x Arwen = “Love Theme from Cinema Paradiso” by Ennio Morricone

Sam x Rosie = “Love Theme from Dances with Wolves” by John Barry

Bilbo x Thorin = “Midnight Cowboy” by John Barry

Thingol x Melian = “Indecent Proposal” by John Barry

Fingon x Maedhros = “Wuthering Heights” by Alfred Newman

Finrod x Bëor = “Love Theme from The Scarlet Letter” by John Barry

Aegnor x Andreth = “Laura” by David Raksin

Túrin x Beleg = “Across the Stars” by John Williams

Tuor x Idril = “Conversation Piece” by Bernard Herrmann

Eärendil x Elwing = “Tennessee” by Hans Zimmer

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP THEMES

Legolas & Gimli = “Rain Man” by Hans Zimmer

Boromir & Faramir = “Luke and Leia” by John Williams

Bilbo & Frodo* = “The Mother’s Love” by Miklos Rozsa

Elrond & Elros = “Brothers” by Hans Zimmer

I may edit this as I think of more.

* Bilbo & Frodo’s melody is heard in the first minute of the linked track, 0:00–1:01, and again towards the end; also, the love theme I associate with Frodo & Sam starts playing at 1:03, making this whole thing fit all the hobbits even better.

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lady-lostmind · 6 months

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Eddie Month Day Sixteen & Seventeen

Prompts: Library/Curious & Tolkien/Intelligent

Eddie shifts in the ratty old armchair in the corner of the library, one leg scrunched up against the back of the chair, the other dangling over the arm and flips the page of his well loved copy of The Fellowship of the Ring. He should probably be studying right now, midterms starting tomorrow and all, instead of reading a book he practically knows by heart. But it finally feels like fall outside after a frankly disrespectfully hot early October, and it’s raining and the library smells like old paper and dust and– he got a little distracted when he saw his favorite chair by the window was open. Told himself he’d just read a chapter or two to kick off this year’s reread, and then he’d focus on studying. He should have known better, honestly. He’s already six chapters in when he realizes he’s no longer alone in his corner.

He glances up to see quite possibly the prettiest man he’s ever seen in his life, perched in the chair across from him, glasses slipped down on his nose as he mouths along to the book he’s reading and takes notes. Eddie hadn’t even heard him sit down. Has no idea how long they’ve been coexisting in their own little worlds. But now that Eddie knows he’s there he can’t focus on the words on his page. Keeps finding himself peeking over the top of his book, enamored by the handsome stranger.

His eyes flick over to him again, this time catching on their eyes, already staring back at him. Eddie quickly averts his eyes, his face flushing with color from being caught staring. He shifts further down in his seat, hiding behind his book but he can feel the guy still looking over at him. He tries to ignore it, rereads the same paragraph at least five times, and is just about to give up and head back to his dorm when he hears the guy clear his throat and glances over again.

Eddie just stares at him as he waves and then holds his hand out in offering.

“Uh–Hi.” He lets his hand drop when Eddie doesn’t make a move to shake it. “I’m Steve. You’re uh– You’re Eddie, right?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide and his mouth pops open in shock as he tries to catch up to the fact that this stunningly beautiful human before him apparently knows his name. Eddie shakes his head, sending his curls flying around him and sets his book down on his stomach.

“Oh–uh. Yeah I’m–Eddie. Eddie. That’s– Hi.” He scrambles to sit up, disentangling himself from the absolute pile he’d managed to arrange himself in and sticks his hand out to Steve, trying to make up for being an absolute idiot when he offered his own.

Steve’s face breaks into a wide smirk and he reaches over to shake Eddie’s hand before leaning back into his own space. “You’re in my English class, I think.”

Eddie tries to rack his brain and remember ever seeing this person before in his life. Because surely he would remember a face like that. But, if he’s being honest, he usually gets to that class late, sneaks into the back row, and promptly falls asleep. He mostly picked it because he knew he’d already read most of the books on the syllabus and figured it’d be an easy A.

Steve huffs out a laugh and shrugs. “Don’t recognize me? I usually sit a row ahead of you.”

Eddie shakes his head again and chuckles. “That class is usually my mid-afternoon nap, man. Sorry.”

Steve smiles and his eyes flick to the book in Eddie’s hand. He points to it, his brows raised. “Don’t remember Tolkien being on the reading list.”

Eddie’s mouth pulls into a cocky grin. “You a fantasy guy?”

Steve shrugs. “Not particularly. One of my friends is a big fan though.”

Eddie hums in response, bouncing the book against his knee. “I read them every year. They’re my favorite.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “I couldn’t even make it through them once. You read them every year?”

Eddie blushes and he shrugs. “I like to read.”

Steve chuckles. “Just…not for class?”

Eddie wags his finger in Steve’s direction, a menacing laugh escaping his lips. “I’ll have you know that a solid B in that class right now.”

Steve laughs and holds his hand up in defense. “My mistake.” Their eyes meet again and Steve clears his throat. “I was uh– about to take a much needed coffee break. You uh– want to join me?”

Eddie’s heart slams into his throat and he fumbles with his book and drops it so he has to lean over the arm of the chair to get it from the floor. “Oh– yeah that– sure. I could go for some coffee.”

Steve is clearly trying not to laugh at him as he stands with a sly smirk on his face and starts putting his things back in his bag. “Great. Maybe you can convince me to give those another shot.” He nods to the book Eddie is shoving into his backpack.

Eddie pulls his backpack onto his shoulder and nods. “Deal.” He makes a sweeping gesture in front of him and bows a little. “After you, good Sir.” Steve snorts out a laugh and rolls his eyes but takes a few steps before looking back over his shoulder, making sure Eddie is following. Eddie follows, feeling like he’s floating in the clouds, beyond grateful that he let himself get absorbed into his favorite world again. Like a little bit of its magic helped lead him to this. Getting coffee with a pretty boy he never would have thought would even look in his direction.

@eddiemonth

#eddiemonth #day sixteen #day seventeen #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #college au

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as-amemory · 1 month

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I Could Drive You Crazy

Pairing: Éomer x OFC (unnamed)

Summary: She drove him crazy, with her little mannerism specifically crafted to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, for it was then, in that sweet spot before he starts to boil, before his true ire took over, that they find themselves in the heated throws of passion.

Warnings: NSFW, explicit, racism against Dunlendings (if thats a thing? I don't know, I'm new here), unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: less than 2k.

Setting: Aldburg, Rohan - some years before the War of the Ring.

Notes: This is the result of me ovulating and having no outlet as well as a song-bug stuck in my ear: I Could Drive You Crazy by Sierra Ferrell. Basically its a song about being crazy and I thought that might make for an interesting character to pair Éomer with, since apparently I enjoy watching him suffer. I'm not yet ready to name this OFC. I kind of hate her but I want to play with her a few more times and see what mischief she can get up to first before I decide if she needs a permanent residence.

I'm probably going to the small section of hell they specifically reserve for the sickos who deface Tolkien's works with such vulgarity. Enjoy!

Hay Fever threatened to take him fully yet she barged through the door as if he hadn’t complained to her that morning of an oncoming headache. She loved to do that. Ignore his every word and then act surprised when he was upset with her for having to repeat himself. Rare did he share his feelings with others, rarer still that he was forced to repeat himself. Not as Third Marshal of the Mark, Lord of Aldburg. People listened when he spoke. She did not.

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she says, voice full of spite. He hated when she called him by his name so casually. He never particularly cared for the triviality of titles. It matters not to him how he is referred to, as long as he first gave leave to call him by his given name, yet she takes the privilege without even bothering to ask permission.

She eyes the hound dogs sprawled at his feet with contempt. She did not like that he allows the dogs to reside inside the confines of his home. They belong in a kennel, outside. “They look as though they will devour me.”

This was his home. It would do her well to get used to seeing them laying on the floor. He sits back in his seat appraising her, the judgment seeped deep in her dark eyes. She is of mixed ancestry, there is no doubt of that by looking at her. Carrying enough blood of the Dunlendings to mark her differently. A mark of his resentment towards her. Resentment that blossomed into hate, the sweet fuel to their more rousing escapades.

“I should let them.” The threat comes out harsher than he intends, the start of a cold restricting any tenderness from escaping his throat.

Tossing two halves of an uneaten pheasant on the ground the dogs swallow it whole in one bite. He had taken his supper in his room that evening, not in the mood to dally with the residents of Aldburg. Typically the seasonal Hay Fever did not affect him but the heavy spring rains had caused an influx of new weeds to run wild in the fields causing him to feel less than ideal. Currently a pain bloomed behind his eyes and at the base of his throat, leaving him in no state to make friendly conversation. Yet here she is, when he had specifically ordered the Doorward not to let anyone into his rooms.

She could drive him to insanity with her blatant disrespect of him. He did not know why he kept her around. They had nothing in common and his list of grievances against her was long in number, dating back almost a year prior, growing longer still.

Showing up late to a personal invitation to go riding, acting as though they had never agreed to a time and certainly not a place of meeting. She had once offered to cook him supper to which he almost choked on the bones swimming in the stew. Had ruined a hunting trip, scaring away all the animals with her incessant humming. A tune which was stuck in his head for almost a fortnight. There was no fishing to be had with her, requiring more patience than whatever little she possessed. Yet time, and time again, him found himself tangled in sheets of his bed with her, or roughly pressed against the edge of his desk in the solar, partial to the idea of being caught, or in the hayloft above the stables, straining so deliciously tight around him as she rode -

He teeth grind at the sight of her, fluttering about his room, touching this and that, moving it slightly away from its original spot as she talks about her day.

“I found a lovely bolt of cloth that would make a fine dress.” She has picked up the crystal paperweight from his desk, peering at it as if she is speaking to the paperweight and not him.

So it was money she wanted? He should have known better than to think she was checking on his well being. He lifts his chin, waiting for her to meet his eye. She would have to ask him directly if she desired any coin from him but she continues to pick up random items just to set them down again, completely ignoring him.

“Come here.” His patience has grown thin. He will not ask her twice yet she looks at him as if he should be the one crawling on his knees to be near her. As if he should hand over his purse just to be allowed the honor of being in the same room as her.

When he does not concede to her silent petition she nods her head in appreciation to his stubbornness. A sly smile curls on her lips as she approaches him, already lifting her dress to better seat herself on his lap.

“I don’t know what I ever liked about you,” he says gruffly as she straddles him. Pushing aside her skirts he unties the laces of his trousers. He would have his due of her before this Hay Fever set in fully.

She laughs mockingly at that. “You love me.”

“I don’t think I do.” He nips at her lips and she smiles ruefully. Skirt pulled around her waist he is able to easily palm the wet folds of her labia. “You seem to like me,” he draws out, pushing the heel of his palm into her sensitive nub, eliciting a delicate gasp from between pink parted lips. He takes the opening to kiss her fully when she otherwise does not particularly enjoy the intimacy of a long drawn out kiss. She surprises him by matching the energy, eagerly molding her lips against his. Rutting down on his hand and along his ever hardening cock causes a gasp of his own to escape his mouth and into hers. His eyes closed briefly at the contact. They had last laid together only that morning. Was he so fallible to her that he could not even keep from gasping out like an inexperienced adolescent?

She bites down on his lower lip. Hard, drawing blood. He hisses his resentment through clenched teeth, digging his fingers into her side. He hated when she did that. This she knows. She remembers that particular detail about him, yet could not remember the name of his first horse or his favorite fishing spot. More than anything she loved to know what he hated.

She is trying to get a rise out of him. Make his boil, just a little. The sex was always better for it.

“Minx,” he growls against her mouth. Taking hold of his cock he spreads the juices of her pleasure along the length, lining himself up with her entrance. Greedily he flicks his hips up into her without warning. She laments her pleasure, loud for all to hear. The Doorward, no doubt, will not be expecting reprimand from him, not when he can so clearly hear the results of his mistake.

Wiggling against him she tries vainly to adjust to the size difference but he holds her in place, fingers digging into her sides. He wishes that he wasn’t so incorrigible. That he wasn’t so tempted by her teasing. That he could withhold himself from acting out so rashly. Maybe like that of his older cousin, whose poise and sense of propriety had always come with ease. Yet he falls for her time and time again, fucking her exactly as she enjoys. As he enjoys.

Letting his eyes linger on her undulating body he sets his jaw to keep from baring his teeth at the pressure of her rolling hips. If only she rode horses as good as she did him then she might be worth her weight in the saddle. Yet for all her withering she is shit astride a horse. It was that cursed Dunlending blood, tainting her ability to be anything but subpar.

A whimper escapes her lips, and he smiles cruelly, at least she suffers, same as him. She rides him slow, a painful pace that leaves him groaning. His only respite from her torture is his thumb circling her clit. She might know everything he hated but he knew exactly what her body loved. Specifically how to milk an orgasm out of her that would leave her seeing stars. It starts slow. Small circles to bring her to attention, and then an increase of pressure as blood engorges to the area. Her breathing hitches in her throat. Like the cat that caught the canary, he smiles at the sight of her. A harsh thrust of his hips, he fills her fully causing her pace to falter. The careful placement of his thumb halts, watching the confused look cross her features as her incoming orgasm slips out from under her.

His name is a growl on her lips, a slight warning. “Éomer.”

That he could take his name from her lips.

She knows the game he plays, the same one she taught him all those years ago. His thumb picks up pace with her rolling hips. He cradles her neck with his free hand. Skin hot, beneath his touch. A sheen of sweat is building along her hairline. He traces the curve of her collarbone and down her chest, across to her nipples, hard beneath her bodice. She is almost as sensitive here as she is between her legs, her hands clench around his shirt trying to hide her rising ecstasy. His nostrils flare, eyes trapped on the expanse of her face, carefully watching for each small indication of her pleasure.

Turning her head she tries to hide from him but he quickly has her jaw clasped between his fingers. He would see her. Shaking her head she waves off his touch, attempting to cover her eyes behind her hand, like a child hiding in plain sight. He clicks his tongue, taking her hand in his and after some struggling binds them both in his clasp behind her back.

“Go on then.” He flicks his chin in her direction. Her pace has all but stopped, hesitantly she finds it again, knowing full well that he now possesses all the power. The power to dish out pleasure as he saw fit.

Yet her rolling hips are more powerful, more exaggerated than before, causing him to grimace, lest he call out her name. She would love that, revel in his undoing. He steels himself with a deep breath through his nose. A ragged breath from her lets him know she is close again. He slows his thumb, wondering if she’ll cry out, plead with him to give her what she wants.

“Éomer.” His name, like a prayer on her lips, is soft and sweet, and he knows he no longer possesses the control he once touted.

Letting free her hands, he pulls her in close until her head rests against his. He can feel the warmth of her breath as he takes his pace, thrusting into her. She has brushed away his teasing thumb, replacing it with her own skilled fingers. A shuddering breath and she tightens further around the length of him. She cries out loud enough that he is certain they hear her in the Great Hall. He is still thrusting into her as she convulses hot and heady around him but he soon follows suit, letting his release run him fully with a loud groan of his own.

Panting, she rests her head against his chest, forehead sticky with sweat it clings to the thin fabric of his shirt. She does not cuddle. She never has lingered in his arms as they slowly drift down from their high. She slips off his lap and he shutters at the sudden loss of contact, hands gripping the armrests of the chair.

By the time he has regained his senses enough to stand she has relieved herself and wiped clean his seed dripping down her thighs. Maybe a good romp was the cure to any oncoming ailment. He drowns the last of his ale, eyeing her as she smiles prettily for him under dark thick lashes. So demure and pliant, when only moments earlier he was ready to have her thrown from his room for her uncouth behavior.

“You spoil me, my lord,” she says coyly. He bites back a scoff.

Her gaze is taken with the leather purse heavy on the corner of his desk. A slight nod of his head and she promptly reaches across the expanse, showing off the long lines of her body, and that of the soft curves she knows he loves to grab hold of during their coupling. Deftly, her fingers dip inside the pouch, taking out three coins.

“This should cover the cost.” Her gaze darts to him, searching for any subtle hint of permission that she could take more but he is hard set against giving her indication. Already she pushes the bounds of his generosity.

“And one more,” she purrs softly, plucking a fourth coin out. “As insurance to return to you.”

He rolls his eyes, knowing well she will only return when she pleases not because she feels indebted to him. Offering a low curtsey, she mumbles her thanks, letting his gaze linger on her, on the low cut of her dress. Her bosom all but swells out of the strains of her bodice. When did such a salacious style come into fashion? Surely his sister did not expose herself so scantily in Edoras? He bites his lip, thoughts of his sister quickly pushed from his mind replaced instead by the women so humbly lowered before him. Already he feels a slight twitch of his groin.

She rises, satisfied with her display of deference. A Haunting smile on her lips, she glances at the hound dogs splayed out on the rug.

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she instructs as a final goodbye. Out the door he is certain she can hear his mocking laughter following her.

#I probably got his voice entirely wrong #but I had fun writing this #eomer fanfiction #Eomer x OC #Eomer x OFC #Eomer smut #lotr fanfic #lotr smut

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clacing · 2 years

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the amber spyglass, philip pullman / for good, wicked / seventeen, kevin abstract / miriam adeney / my tears ricochet, taylor swift / the four generations of chang e, zen cho / all about love, bell hooks / snow and dirty rain, richard siken / the fellowship of the ring, jrrr tolkien

#amphibia #sorry folks it's that kind of day. i've been inconsolable since this morning #mine

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rxptdevil · 10 months

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Diamonds and dance floors playlist

Didn’t include Cartman because I didn’t know what to write for him

Plot:ava max New album for South Park characters [CANCELED]

Warnings:cussing,minor sexual content,cheating

Stan marsh [sleepwalker]

“Sleepwalker

Dream of me wherever you go

If I take you home, I'll turn you to a

Sleepwalker

Eyes are burnin' open or closed

Thought you should know, oh”

“I'm an obsession, not just a game

It feels like inception, stuck in your brain, oh

Sleepwalker

Dream of me wherever you go

Remember, I told you so”

Kyle brofloski [one of us]

“One of would die for love

One of us would give it up

One of us would risk it all

One of us won't even call

One of us could say goodbye

Never even bat an eye

One of us is hurting you

And baby, that's the last thing that I wanna do”

Kenny MCconrick[Ghost

“Everywhere I go I'm haunted by your ghost

You stay on my mind, can't help but keep you close

Oh baby, everywhere I go I'm haunted by your ghost

You're the one I love and I fear the most, ahh”

“I'm haunted by your ghost

It's what I fear the most

I'm haunted by your ghost

It's what I fear the most”

Craig tucker [weapons]

“Stop using your words as weapons

They're never gonna shoot me down

Stop, it's time that you learned a lesson

My love is gonna drown you out

You wanna fight? Do you wanna dance?

'Cause tonight might be the only chance (oh), so

Stop using your words as weapons

(Whoa-oh-oh-oh)”

“Shoot me down, shoot me down, baby, baby

'Nother round, 'nother round, baby, baby

Shoot me down, shoot me down, baby, baby

One more time for the hell of it”

Clyde donovan[get outta my heart]

“Oh, some days I miss ya

But most days I won't

Oh, some nights I'll wish ya

Could kiss me one more time for the rush

It was nice to know ya (know ya)

But it hurts to know, oh (know)

What you did last summer (summer)

And I can't let it go”

“Get outta my head, get outta my car

Get outta my bed, get outta my heart

You've run up your tab, you took it too far

So pack up your bags, get outta my heart-heart-heart-heart”

Tolkien black [million dollar baby]

“Diamonds

She turns tears to diamonds, whoa-oh

Tryin'

To find that silver linin', whoa-oh-oh

And once in a while

I'll go walkin' in the twilight, countin' down to midnight

Close my eyes and wait for her to shine

I'm hidin' in the shadows, prayin' that she'll break free

In the dark of the night, she got danger on her mind

She's a million dollar baby, nobody can explain it

She's a miracle

She's a miracle, oh, oh, oh, ooh

She broke out of her chains, turned the fire into rain

She's a million dollar baby, she bound to drive you crazy

She's a miracle

She's a miracle, oh, oh, oh, ooh

Heart broke, oh-oh

You can't keep her down, no, oh-oh (ah, ah, ah)

Ice-cold, oh-oh

Just comin' back to life, no, oh-oh-oh”

Butters scotch [last night on earth]

“Drive, oh yeah

Take me to the edge real slow, oh-oh

I want a front-row seat for this show, oh yeah

Before it all goes down

So hold me close, ooh

So, let's go 'cause we can't live forever

So, show me how to love

Like it's the last night, baby

So, let's go, do it now or never

Show me how to love

Like it's the last night, baby

Like it's the last night on Earth, oh yeah

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Like it's the last night, baby

Like it's the last night on Earth, oh yeah

Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh

Like it's the last night, baby

Like it's the last night on Earth, oh yeah

Say you'll, say you'll be there

When it all comes crumbling

Down, down, down, down, down”

#Spotify #ava max #south park #south park smut #south park x reader #south park x y/n #south park x you #craig tucker x reader #butters scotch x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #tolkien black x reader #clyde donovan x reader #kyle brofloski x reader #stan marsh x reader

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sallysavestheday · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Tagged by @ruiniel thank you very much!

This is really hard, because I write lots of little things rather than a few great long ones, and because I do it for fun I am pretty fond of most of them.

But here goes with a broadly representative sample (all Tolkien):

The Ways We Touch The Ones We Come To Love (T, Legolas/Gimli, 1089 words)

A Sea Change (G, Curufin and Finrod, reborn, 726 words)

I Have Found What I Sought Not (G, Glorfindel/Ecthelion, 333 words). And the whole series that follows...

My Bones Divide And Shake (G, Celegorm / or & Oromë, 347 words). And the whole series that follows...

Call Me Out Of The Gloaming (T, Egalmoth/Rog, 758 words)

And I am cheating by adding 2 more (and making up for it by tagging 2 extra people 😆):

Sweet Falls The Rain (G, Maglor and Elrond, 969 words)

Shieldmaiden (G, Eowyn, 421 words).

I'm realizing there's nothing funny here, although I do write humor (Unethical Anthropologist Finrod, stand up and cheer!). But I guess I just prefer the more melancholy stuff 🤷.

Tagging @actual-bill-potts @theworldisquietheretooquiet @grey-gazania @cuarthol @idrilsscribe @searchingforserendipity25 @swanmaids and everyone else who wants to self-promote. Let's hear what you love best!

#my fic #fic recs #asks and answers #tolkien fanfiction

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munsonsduchess · 2 years

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Lost in the Shadows

summary: eddie is still in the hospital after almost dying in the upside down, but there's something strange about his recovery w/c: 2,485 warnings: blood (it's a vampire fic so), mentions of injury, mentions of wounds, mild stalking behaviour a/n: another sleepover request, this time from @hoppershoe which I am super excited about bc I love me some vampire!Eddie and well vampires in general (you can tell I skew more towards Dracula than the Lost Boys but both are amazing). Not beta'd so if you find a typo or a mistake ... no you didn't. My editor works his lil beans off ok? Ok

(moodboard by me)

The heart monitor beeped softly, rain pelted against the windows as it poured down outside. April showers brought May flowers but all you wanted was Eddie, Eddie who still hadn't woken up. It had been weeks and he was still in whatever medically induced coma the doctors had put him into when you'd brought him to the hospital both of you drenched in blood, Eddie all but lifeless in your arms as you screamed for someone to help,

"Another shitty day out Eds. Almost got soaked on my way here" you sighed softly rummaging around in your bag for the things you'd brought with you today. Some more little things you'd salvaged from the trailer before the gate destroyed everything and a worn paperback copy of The Lord of the Rings that had been a gift on your last birthday, the inscription on the first page told you how much Eddie loved you and you held on to that love now more than ever.

You were a frequent sight in the hospital, to the point where most if not all of the nurses who came in to check on Eddie knew your name and what you meant to the sleeping boy. At first it had taken Steve and Jonathan literally dragging you away from Eddie's bedside to have your own wounds checked out after almost a week of refusing any sort of care, then the hospital telling you that you couldn't stay the night anymore but you were still welcome to visit during the day and now only at visiting hours.

You appreciated that they'd made an exception in the beginning, that they'd been so overwhelmed with 'earthquake' victims and one girl sitting at a bedside wasn't causing anyone any extra trouble but now that things were getting back to normal, normal for Hawkins at least, things had to change. Exceptions could no longer be made.

So you came at visiting hours and you read from whatever book you'd picked up that morning. So far you'd gotten through most of Stephen King's books and now you were moving on to Tolkien knowing it was a personal favourite of Eddie's. The similarities between Tolkien and his friends, Frodo's adventure and your own experiences in the upside down didn't go unnoticed,

"I wonder if this is how he felt, Tolkien, after going off to fight in the war with his friends because it was the right thing to do only to come back scarred, not the same as before. Having to try and go back to the way things were because that's what everyone else is doing but not being able to because of what you've seen or what you've done"

It felt silly at times to compare the trials of the Upside Down to the living hell that was a World War but you imagined Tolkien would understand, Eddie would understand.

So you opened your book and you began reading where you'd left off the previous evening. It was comforting in a way to know that the Hobbits would always be there, that Strider, Gandalf, Boromir and Faramir would live on forever on the page. That no matter how many times you read the trilogy it would always end up the same. Good would defeat evil, the world would be saved and the heroes would be lauded for the rest of their days. If only it went like that in real life, the government had stepped in and done something so that Eddie was no longer wanted for murder by the police but in the court of public opinion that didn't matter. Hawkins was a small town full of small minded people who once they'd made their mind up about something didn't tend to change it easily.

The high school had given Eddie's Uncle his diploma, telling the older man that it was in everyone's best interests that the 'whole ordeal' be dealt with quickly and quietly. You'd almost marched down to the high school yourself after Wayne had told you what happened, ready to tear the Principal a new one for his dismissive words. Eddie Munson was a goddamn hero.

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A nurse poked her head around the door after you'd been there for two hours,

"Time to go sweetheart, I let you have an extra hour but the Doctor is breathing down my neck about rounds"

"Sure, I get it. Sorry to be a bother" you replied, bookmarking your page and leaving the book on Eddie's bedside table, "I'll see you later Eds, Henderson's coming too of course" you placed a kiss on his temple and willed yourself not to cry at how frustrating the situation was. You couldn't do a damned thing for the man you loved but sit by his bed and read silly stories he might not even be able to hear.

"It's ok honey, you aren't bothering anyone. If it was up to me I'd let you say but Doc O'Neill is a real stickler about rules" the nurse, Doris, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as you reached the door,

"Is he at least getting better?" you asked, "is he going to wake up soon?"

"Well his wounds have healed, physically anyway. Which lemme tell you I didn't think they would have healed so fast but every morning I come in to check and they're healed just a little bit more. They're gonna scar some but I'm sure that's the least of your worries"

You just nodded. If his wounds were healing then that meant he was getting better and if he was getting better there was a chance Eddie would wake up soon,

"Still it's strange" Nurse Doris said, "I don't think anyone thought your young man was gonna make it, it took an awful lot of blood transfusions because he kept losing blood so quickly. I don't know how the hospital kept up with it all. I don't think they ever restocked because there's so much blood missing from the stores"

You paled. You didn't really want to hear how close Eddie had been to bleeding out on the operating table. It just reminded you of that sickly sweet smell that clung to your skin no matter how hard you scrubbed in the shower, the feeling of Eddie's weeping wounds as you dragged him into the emergency room that night. Thanking Nurse Doris you left the hospital and headed home, you weren't working these days since the town had been mostly destroyed when the Gates had all merged and as a result most of downtown was being rebuilt including the mall apparently. Hopefully minus the soviets in the basement trying to open a portal to another dimension.

You flopped down on your bed as soon as you entered your room, shutting the door with your foot. You'd try and rest for a few hours before picking Dustin up for evening visitation, he would probably be mad you read to Eddie without him there but the little shrimp would get over it. You knew that reading helped him as much as it did you.

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"Disturbing scenes this evening as here in this quiet suburb a tragedy plays out. The bodies were found mutilated and drained of blood, authorities say they have no suspects but this reporter wonders if this brutal slaying is the work of a satanic cult"

The TV in the waiting area of the hospital continued playing the news as you collected the snacks from the vending machine and headed back to Eddie's room. It had been a couple of weeks since your chat with Nurse Doris and Eddie was looking a lot better. He was filling out again, there was some colour on his face and his wounds were all but totally healed,

"You're gonna have some gnarly scars when you wake up" you smiled brushing some hair from Eddie's face, "it's gonna look totally metal"

You watched his face. Hoping for some sort of reaction but found nothing, it was wishful thinking that he might come around just from you calling his scars metal. That was all you seemed to do lately, wish and think.

After visiting hours ended you headed straight home, there had been no Dustin to drop off this evening because he'd gone around to Mike Wheeler's place to spend some time with his friends, when he'd spoken to you on the phone he'd sounded so guilty you almost cried. It was no life for a fifteen year old to spend his every waking moment after school in a hospital, you were happy he was spending time with his friends.

The house was dark when you got in. Your parents had left you a note saying they'd gone to a town hall meeting and would be back late, there was a dinner in the microwave if you wanted it. The thought of food made you sick so you just went straight upstairs and fell into bed. It was all you could do to keep your eyes open, you hadn't been sleeping great since the battle with Vecna and every time you closed your eyes you saw those bats ripping Eddie into pieces, heard Dustin screaming for help. In your worst nightmares Eddie didn't make it, you had to be pried off his cold dead body by Steve or Nancy or Robin, dragged back through the gate as they left him there in that awful place.

You woke with a start, you could swear there was someone in your bedroom. Feel a presence watching you, staring at you, carefully your hand reached for the baseball bat Steve had given you the previous summer after the fire at the Mall and the ordeal with the mind flayer, it didn't have nails driven into it like his did but it was solid aluminium so the nails wouldn't be necessary if it collided with an enemy.

You slipped out of your bed as carefully as you could and inched towards where you could feel the presence, the room was pitch black and you knew where all the squeaky floorboards were so if there was someone in here they wouldn't see you coming.

A shadow moved out of the corner of your eye and you didn't think, didn't hesitate, you just swung. The bat however did not make contact with the target and instead a hand flew up almost quicker than your mind could perceive it and caught the top mid swing,

"Jesus Christ! You could have killed me with this thing!" a familiar voice cut through the darkness, your knees buckled,

"No" you whispered, "it's a dream, it's just a bad dream"

"It's not a dream baby. I'm here. I'm really here"

The figure stepped into the centre of the room and was bathed in the light coming from the street below, that same bushel of curly hair, the long limbs kitted out in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black shirt,

"Eddie?" you sobbed, "oh my god eddie" you threw the bat down and rushed him. He was real, you could feel him in your arms, smell him, he was really here,

"Sorry it took so long baby, I wasn't strong enough to leave the hospital"

"Did they discharge you? When? Why did no one tell me?" you had a hundred questions, what was going on? The doctor never told you anything when you'd been at evening visitation, surely if Eddie was fit enough to leave the hospital someone would have told you something!

Eddie went rigid in your arms. His entire body frozen like a statue as he unpeeled himself from your embrace,

"It's not really their decision" he said, "I had to see you, just one last time"

"Eddie you're scaring me"

"I'm sorry baby, I am, I didn't mean to do it, I was just so hungry"

Eddie backed away from you, retreating further into the darkness. Like he didn't want to be seen, least of all by you,

"Eddie, what's going on?" almost as if this were a dime a dozen horror movie the light of the moon shone in through your open window and illuminated Eddie's figure.

His ears were slightly more pointed, skin much much paler than you remembered, his eyes once a beautiful deep brown chocolate were rimmed in red almost as if he'd been crying. What was most shocking of all was the flash of something sharp and white you saw when Eddie tried to speak to you again,

"Don't look at me!" he hissed, he never wanted you to see him like this. He was a monster now, those bats had done something to him and now all he wanted was to feed. You'd seen your fair share of monster movies, read all the books, you knew what this was,

"Why are you embarrassed? You’re beautiful, don’t you see that?" you stretched out your hands for Eddie to take, pulling him closer to you so you could examine him up close, "well this is a shocking turn of events"

"I think you're understating what's going on here by a lot" Eddie furrowed his brow at you, "baby I've hurt people, I'm not safe to be around"

"I will decide for myself what's safe and what isn't" you told him, "Mina didn't run away and neither will I"

You leant up slightly on tiptoe to place a kiss against Eddie's swollen lips noticing just how hot his skin was against yours. You certainly hadn't expected that, but then Eddie Munson never did anything you would expect.

As if driven by some primal thing inside him Eddie dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you closer to him. His brain was screaming at him to take you, taste you, you smelt fucking amazing and he bet you tasted even better. Those pretty veins just under the skin, how easy it would be to tear one open and just watch as the crimson liquid ran down your neck, staining your pretty white shirt.

He pushed you away in an instant. No. He wouldn't give in. He'd already hurt people, he wasn't going to hurt you,

"I can't - I won't - You -" he couldn't bring himself to say it, to form words when his brain was this clouded by bloodlust so instead he did the only thing he could think of. He jumped out the window.

You ran after him but Eddie was already gone. You thought you saw something in the night sky, something with a pair of huge batlike wings but the moon had gone again, covered by clouds. The same clouds that obscured Eddie from your view.

He was alive. Eddie was alive. Well Eddie was a vampire but he wasn't in a coma in a hospital bed anymore.

You would get him back. You would be together again. No matter what.

You would cross oceans of time to be with him.

Taglist: @pillow-titties @eddiesmutson @prettyboyeddiemunson @eddiemvnsonss @hellfireeddiemunson @that-lame-ghoul9000 @ches-86 @boomhauer @flashyourgreeneyesatme @xbreezymeadowsx @slytherinintj13 @wheaty-melon @inluvweddiemunson @lucciaa9 @shenanigans-and-imagines (if you're scored out it means tumblr won't let me tag you properly)

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zhoras-bitch · 8 months

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My Playchoices MCs #10

Elf girl with a bow? Groundbreaking, I know. Well, what can I say except I'm a Tolkien fangirl fist and a person second. Anyhow, meet my Blades MC Ray! Super happy to finally give her the roguish kind of outfit I always envisioned. And a bunch of other details too! It was a very fun edit to make. Notes below!

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Twilight elf is purely a headcanon thing. We don't know anything about elven ethnicities in the Blades universe, so I stole the idea of different elven ethnicities from DnD.

I wasn’t vibing with the canon name (Raine), but I wanted to keep the anagram with Aerin. Thus, Reina. She rarely ever uses her full name though, and most only know her by her nickname Ray.

She’s very sensitive, both in literally having keen senses as an elf and being a very empathetic person. She’s very intuitive as well, often making decisions based on what feels right, without being able to explain why.

At the beginning of the story, she's not a very good fighter, only ever using her bow for hunting. But she's observant and endlessly creative. So her fighting style is all about using her surroundings and coming up with ingeniously convoluted plans on the fly. And it somehow works!

She genuinely likes most people, and they respond in kind. Her ability to see the best in everyone is a blessing and a curse, because on the one hand, she has no trouble connecting with all sorts of folk (people, animals, weird fish monsters...), but on the other, she is always blind-sighted by the darker aspects of human (and non-human) nature.

Her playfulness and friendliness are often misconstrued as flirting, which is especially frustrating for her since Ray is on the aroace spectrum.

Started learning medicine to help Kade, and became quite good at it. She likes to help people in pain, be it physical or emotional. Before leaving Riverbend, gathering healing herbs and making remedies was her main source of income.

Being two years older than Kade, Ray's always felt the responsibility to take care of him. Kade rightfully suspects that Ray never left Riverbend because of him, and even though Ray herself would never hold it against him, it's an unspoken weight between the two.

Can never back away from a dare.

Every authority figure’s worst nightmare.

Like Kade, loves songs and poetry. Kade is the better musician, but Ray has the better singing voice. When Kade was composing something new, she would often tune in, and they’d just start throwing rhymes at each other. Ray was always too restless to write her own poetry down, but she started doing it after Kade’s disappearance, so that she could share it after Kade comes back.

Doesn’t like thinking about the future. The understanding that she'll outlive everyone she’s ever known terrifies her.

Light sleeper. When she can’t sleep, Ray likes taking long walks, just absorbing the sounds and sights of the world around her. She likes how serene nature is at night.

#choices book club #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #aerin valleros #choices edits #my edits #my choices mcs #oc: ray nightbloom

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Italian with a history degree here! Northern to be specific: it used to rain a lot in spring, then climate change happened but during medieval times my region was basically a rainy swamp so it makes sense if you are basing Gondor on northern Italy to make it rainy. (Consider that rice is a major export of my region and it needs a lot of water to be planted)

Also we do love the wet Éomer trope here (the president told me) and we love the idea of wet Éomer in a Italy-based-Gondorian-country.

Hope this helps byeeee

This made me squeal with joy, Anon! Thank you so much for coming forward with this info. I shall take it the final blessing to continue dumping gallons of rain on Éomer in this fic and whatever else I have planned for him in the future. XD

I love Italy so much! It is just one of the two European countries I've travelled to, but it's safe to say if I could live anywhere in Europe, that would be my first choice! And I happily subscribe to Gondor being based on Italy, as Tolkien himself went on record as saying. Two beautiful countries in my head! <3

Also! Thank you for reminding me that rice could also have been grown in Gondor, that's another headcanon that I can make great use of! I'm a Woodland Realm/Mirkwood specialist who is about to launch TWO multi-chapter fics that will mostly be set in Gondor, so I'm a little nervous and insecure about that. It's nice to know there are people willing to help out with some worldbuilding input!

Anyway... full speed ahead for Wet Éomer!!!

#fanfic writing is a team sport #fic collaboration #i have the best anons #anon asks #sotwk answers #sotwk fic: taken #fanfic #fanfic writing #support your writers #eomer #wet eomer trope #gondor #minas tirith #italy

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frodo-with-glasses · 22 days

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Your art is funny

Your art is sweet

Sometimes your art

Makes me want to weep

And in times of trial

It can make me smile

We love you much

(These rhymes are bad.

That Tolkien can't read them

I am glad!)

--Rain on Main

#sweet people saying sweet things #aaaaaahhhh hockey anna i missed you 💚#also no fair saying mean things about yourself #don’t make me go over there and bonk you

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the-red-butterfly · 10 days

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20 Questions for fic writers

Tagged by @bad-at-names-and-faces and @i-did-not-mean-to

Thanks guys!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? I have 96 works in Ao3 BUT I have 104 on Fanfiction (yes, I still post there don't judge me.) I think there are just like 3 works that I have on Ao3 that I didn't pu up on FanFiction.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 411,089 (Not too bad, not too bad)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily I write for Tolkien works, Star Wars and Batman (bat fam to be more specific). But I'm very much a, write one for each thing I love kinda gall. Honorary mentions include Sandman, Frozen, Twilight Avengers, Merlin and Teen Titans.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lonely Stars Drifting In The Black (Star Wars) (so not surprised XD)

Kudos: 2,276

The Unexpected Pop Of Things (Lucifer TV)

Kudos: 1,265

This Isn't What It Looks Like (Lucifer TV)

Kudos: 762

Death of a Star (Lucifer TV)

Kudos: 760

Alone Never More (Batman comics) (you are just an okay story, why are you here? 😭)

Kudos: 729

(I'm kinda surprised and offended that I didn't put Lucifer on the honorary mentions and it still took places 2, 3 AND 4 👁)

5. Do you respond to comments? Oh yes (though I might take a couple of months if I some slip my mind). Almost all of them. I tend to not answer back to emojis because I'm like... I don't know what to answer?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? This was kind of a hard question and it took me way too long to answer, so here, have the three runner ups.

A Crime Of Passion (Twilight: New Moon)

Ends with: Carlisle being forced to drink blood and being unable to deal with it.

At The End Of The Earth (Hellboy del Toro movies)

Ends with: John Myers being mauled by wolves and his last thoughts being of how alone he feels and of dying alone.

She's not a very good mother (Batman comics)

Ends with: Janet Drake dying as she chokes on poison and regrets she wont be able to do better by her son. She always thought she'd have more time.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Unlike the last one, this one was so easy to pick because, yeah... I'm an angsty girly for sure so the pool for REALLY happy endings was SMALL.

Drizzle Bt The Sea (Teen Titans cartoon)

It's quite short and all around just happy in vibes. Just Robin and Jericho playing by the sea under the rain.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I don't remember that I ever have? Thought I thought a couple might get hate, they didn't.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I tired it ONCE. And you know what happened? The sex was interrupted by trauma and they characters had to top to talk about the whole thing.

There is also that other one time but we're not going to talk about it.

But all in all I'm much more interested in exploring gen stories ✨

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I LOVE crossovers. I don't have many, but I am plagued mentally by them. I have 3 posted (only one on Ao3). And I'm not sure which one's craisiest. But the 2 on FF are both Rise of the Guardians crossovers, one with Avengers and the other with LES MISÉRABLES. What was younger me smoking? I would really like to know.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware 👁

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I think someone might've asked one or two times? But I honestly don't remember, if it ever happened, it was ages ago.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh yes! It's always so fun to me. I've done it a couple of times with @slightly-crimson-tornado and I'm currently working on one with @pushing-daisies-renaissance ✨

14. What’s your all time favourite ship? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Steve Trevor x Diana Prince I think. Close runner up is definitely Satine Kryze x Obi-wan Kenobi. And I'm VERY fond of Bruce Wayne x Selina Kyle.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a stupid amount of wips so I'll just go by posted ones. I have this story idea that I REALLY Like but I came up with it ages ago, and though i still like the idea I'm doubtful that I'll ever give it the time it deserves to go back to ):

Because the truth was too terrible (Avengers)

It's a story about Natasha being trapped inside her mind and Thor getting in to wake her up. I'm still pretty fond of the general gist of it. But it's OLD now.

16. What are your writing strengths? Aaaaaahhh. Trauma management? Like, they way people go about it and navigate it; how they talk about it with others? At least I THINK that's my strength. People keep complimenting those things XD

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am too flowery with wording and I get sick of myself. It's out of control and I sometimes can't help it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I love it. If I can't get help I'll just wing a google translate, or god forbid do some research on structure. I'm BAD at it, but I love it and use it frequently.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Inazuma Eleven (anime) hehe. Love of my youth, protect me.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I love this this Twilight one-shot I wrote some years ago. It made me suffer a lot (for reasons you can find in the author's notes) but the idea has always had a tight grip on me. I really like it (and hope to got I can get the sequel out one day).

A Crime Of Passion (Twilight: New Moon)

BUT two honorable mentions. One, my Star Wars series where Obi-wan get's rescued from Death Watch by Jango Fett. And Two, my VERY self indulgent crossover between Avengers x Merlin, I love the story and I'm really super fond of what I've gotten down so far.

Celestial Bodies Of The Lonesome Variety (LSD) (Star Wars)

Of The Old Things Hidden In The World (Merlin x Avengers crossover)

Ya know, just in case you feel like it, tagging @slightly-crimson-tornado , @cilil , @dottie-wan-kenobi , @fishing4stars , @arlenianchronicles , @scary-grace

#Abril writes #TheRedButterfly #fanfiction #tag game #my writing #tagging friends

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