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ohhh my god cult leader!sugu cult leader! Sugu !!! Imagine knowing him before he did what he did. Being one of his closest friends, experiencing him back then and how soft and gentle he was. Being so angry at him and his actions after meeting him again after years because baring your teeth and kindling the flame of hatred inside of you that’s been burning and destroying — keeping you alive — for years is much easier than looking the feral mutt that is your own anger in the eye and seeing that it’s not really rage. It’s just grief. And he knows it better than anybody else, of course he does. He’s sugu!! He knows you better than you know yourself!!! Yeah no sorry I would forgive him so fast. Idgaf if he’s gonna manipulate me he’s baby girl he’s my wife he’s my innocent little bae I WILL KISS HIM ALL OVER HIS FACE HES INNOCENT YOUR HONOUR!!!!! -stsg anon :3
STSG ANON YOU’RE THE REALEST ALWAYS!!!! no because this is exactly what i had in mind….. it’s just grief and leftover love that you’re trying to turn into anger but of course he knows. he still knows you so well and it’s infuriating!!!!
i honestly just think cult leader!geto would be sooo lovesick and doting and playful like….. he’s basically just Sugu but more cruel and more silly (and the cruelty is never directed towards his loved ones!!) so i think he would be so smitten. so horrendously down bad. you could literally bite him and he’s just watching you like ^w^ HE LOVES YOUUUU suguru ”my s/o could do no wrong” is so real to me.
and stsg anon ……, u get me like no one else i would forgive him so fast it’s genuinely embarrassing. yes he’s a mass murderer no he doesn’t regret it… but he’s so silly & sweet 🥺🥺 he’s just a lil guy 🥺🥺🥺 he has so much love in his heart. higuruma himself could read his crimes out loud and i would simply defend him <333 sugu nation stays loyal
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Actually talking about the fruity four does extend my lifespan so thank you 💕
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You guys will never see this but thank you to all my friends you just existed with me when I was too scared too be alone.
Thank you to all my friends who talked with me about stupid shit to clear my head when I said and I was having bad thoughts
And thank you to all my friends who I trusted enough to fully vent everything out to. Who listened to me cry my feelings until my throat was dry and I felt like I couldn't breath.
I love all of you so so much and thank you for keeping me alive. Surviving around year is the best present I could have asked for.
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scharfkugel · 2 years
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Thank you for the updates anon, your continued support is very much appreciated <3
You may also be glad to know that since your last ask I made another terrible audio shitpost with Starocide’s VA assistance. Keep on under-nighting, under-nighters!
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pathologicalreid · 2 months
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hello my new favorite tumblr writer 😇 i will b honest i have never requested anything before so!! bear with me. however the spencer reid brainrot is all too real SO would you be open to doing anything with a hotchner!fem!reader? bau or not for the reader! something something hotch is very hesitant about their relationship but maybe reader gets caught in the crossfire of something and hotch and prentiss see them together afterward and prentiss is like “that looks pretty real to me.” DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW THANK YOUUUU 🫡
a father's daughter | S.R.
in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life
who? spencer reid x hotchner!fem!bau!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, blood, stitches, hospitals, medical inaccuracy word count: 2.03k a/n: anon you are legendary. this is an incredible request and i am so honored to be your new favorite tumblr writer! i am an absolute sucker for anything hotchner!reader (or rossi!reader) so i absolutely ate this request up! (also if anyone wanted to drop a request in my inbox... it would be welcome)
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Aaron Hotchner was the most professional person in the BAU, except when it came to you. You, like him, had gone to law school. You were a public defender for just a short time before being put into WITSEC, and when your mother died, you applied to the FBI Academy.
Plain and short, it was nepotism, but no one was going to argue with the man whose wife was murdered by a serial killer. Your dad wanted you in the BAU so he could keep an eye on you, and there was nothing Erin Strauss could do about it. What your father couldn’t control, was your relationship with Reid.
He could tell you that he didn’t approve, but so long as David Rossi, king of inter-bureau mingling, was around, he couldn’t actually do anything to stop you. “I’m just saying that I’ve never seen Reid be consistent with a relationship,” your dad said, having pulled you away from the team to, once again, try to warn you off of your relationship.
“He’s been pretty consistent for the last seven months,” you responded, rifling through the victims' files that were in your arms.
You started to make your way out of the empty office when your father spoke again, “And he’s too old for you.”
Stopping in your tracks, you pivoted and faced your father, “He’s three years older than I am, I’m twenty-six. That’s hardly an age gap to bat an eye at.” The two of you had always had a rocky relationship, he missed a large portion of your childhood due to this job and you always tried to not resent him for it.
Your parents’ marriage fell apart, neither of them handled it well, and you weren’t all that surprised. They had gotten married when your mom got pregnant with you because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and when Jack couldn’t keep them together, everything fell apart.
“You have no right to lecture me on relationships, Agent Hotchner,” you snapped, staring him down. Daring him to challenge you.
He sighed, obviously trying not to lose his patience with you. “I’d just hate for you to find out you wasted your time on something that wasn’t real.”
The door behind you swung open, you spun on your heels to face Emily. “Sorry, uh, we have a location, Morgan’s coordinating with SWAT,” she said, looking between you and your father.
“Great, let’s go,” your father said, his parental demeanor falling away as his Unit Chief mask took its place.
You walked out the door to see the rest of the team, Rossi tossed you a Kevlar vest as you walked over to where Spencer was standing with the police chief, “Where are we headed?” You asked, undoing the Velcro on the vest and pulling it over your torso. The beige precinct was buzzing as agents and officers prepared to break into the UnSub’s home base. Hopefully to find his most recent victim still alive.
Reid reached over and adjusted the strap of your vest, making sure it was evenly tightened over your shoulders. “Garcia found a warehouse on the other side of town. It’s being rented out under an anagram of the first victim’s name,” he said, gently squeezing your arm before dropping his hands back to his side.
Nodding, you followed the rest of the team out the metal doors of the precinct and into the black SUVs. “Your UnSub’s name is Jonas Watts, he used a different name to rent the space but the account he uses to pay for it is under his name,” Garcia’s voice rang through the speaker as she told you about the perpetrator. “He checks every UnSub box we have, raised by a single father after his mother left, and… oh, multiple arrests for assault.”
You looked up to the driver’s seat, your dad was white-knuckling the steering wheel, entirely focused on driving as you listened to Garcia reciting the UnSub’s rap sheet.
When you arrived at the warehouse SWAT was already there and Morgan started organizing the tactical assault. Drawing your weapon, you nodded at your teammate when he instructed you to go around the back with himself and your father. Allowing Morgan to kick the door down, the three of you held your firearms up and began clearing the warehouse.
Further away, you heard Emily and Spencer clearing the front. “Clear, moving up,” you called into your radio as you approached the stairs, stepping on them carefully so they didn’t creak. On the landing, you looked at a trail of blood on the ground. “There’s a blood trail in the upper west wing,” you whispered.
“Move up, little Hotch, I’m right behind you,” Morgan responded.
Rolling your eyes at the nickname, one that you had begged him to stop using, you moved forward, keeping your firearm aimed right in front of you. Turning into the room that the blood trail led to, you immediately ducked when you saw a knife coming for you. Keeping your gun aimed, you faced down the UnSub, “Jonas Watts, FBI!” You announced yourself, scanning the room for the girl he took last night.
Watts shook his head, “You’re not supposed to be here! You can’t be here!” He shouted in distress.
“Where’s the girl, Jonas? Where did you take Isobel?” You asked him, not seeing her in the room the two of you were in. There was another entrance on the left of him.
He stepped toward you, and you cocked your gun, “I don’t have her now. I lost her, she’s lost,” he said, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Unnerved, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Jonas, where’s your partner?” A partner hadn’t been part of the profile, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The crimes were too complex, it didn’t match up with something as simple as using an anagram of a victim’s name for the warehouse rental.
Morgan filed in behind you, aiming his gun at Jonas, same as you. “Time’s running out, Jonas. If you tell us about your partner we can help you,” he said, slowly inching toward Watts.
“It’s too late,” Jonas wailed.
Someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward before you were pulled to your feet. One arm was locked around your torso, and another was holding a knife to your throat. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut her fucking throat!” The unnamed man said from behind you, he was almost impossibly tall, easily overpowering you.
You didn’t dare move, not with that knife to your throat, one false move and you’d bleed out. Morgan shouted for him to let you go, but he just pressed the knife tighter to your neck, splitting the skin.
Shutting your eyes, you tried not to cry, fearing the damage it would do to your throat.
Your captor held you tightly to him, using your body to block Morgan from shooting. Something warm trickled down your collarbone, and you weren’t sure if it was blood or tears.
For a moment, you thought you could swing your foot back into his knee, but the fear of having your carotid cut outweighed your bravery.
Ever since you were a kid, you thought death would be quiet. Something you slipped into like sleep, but your death was loud, and it left your ears ringing.
The afterlife was the weirdest place you’ve ever been, someone was calling your name, and you heard your rights being read. Although, why you would need your Miranda Rights in the afterlife you had no idea.
“Angel, please open your eyes,” someone said.
Confused, you opened your eyes and saw familiar eyes staring down at you. Golden and bleary. Spencer, Spencer was here. You tried to sit up, but he held you down, keeping a hand on your throat.
Morgan was shouting for medical, saying there was an agent down. You turned your head to see the still unidentified UnSub on the ground, shot through the temple. Using his free hand to turn your chin, “Don’t look,” Spencer whispered. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, angel.”
If you weren’t still coming down from an adrenaline high, you might’ve smiled at the irony of the nickname. Being called ‘angel’ after having your neck cut felt like tempting fate.
Where was your dad? Of everyone here, you expected him to be here, barking orders at people.
As if summoned by your thoughts, your dad appeared, nearly hauling an EMT behind him, “Help her,” he said.
Yeah, that absolutely tracked.
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The EMT’s packed your wound and assured everyone that your carotid had not been slit, against your protests, the ambulance brought you to the hospital for stitches. Emily had run to the hotel to get your go bag, allowing you to change out of your bloodied clothes.
Thankfully, the doctors said you didn’t need to stay overnight, meaning you and the team got to go home. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked while you were waiting to board the jet.
You hummed, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, and leaning against a car, “Tired, but I’m alright.” Tired might have been underselling it, you felt like all of the energy had been physically drained from your body. “You worry too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your throat was a little raspy, but it should go back to normal after a couple of days.
“Your throat was cut about four hours ago, some might say I’m not worrying enough,” he responded, reaching down, and picking up your bag, carrying it over to the jet once they got the okay to board. On the jet, he gestured to the seat, “Lay down, get some rest.”
You furrowed your brows, “Isn’t it kind of frowned upon to take up a whole seat?” You asked, of course, sometimes it happened, but you didn’t want to take up too much space.
Spencer cocked his head at you, “I don’t think anyone is going to fight you on it, love.”
Taking a deep breath, you sat down on the seat, laying down and closing your eyes, falling asleep before you even left the tarmac.
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Being the Unit Chief had its perks, surely, but the piles of paperwork sometimes felt never-ending. Aaron took a deep breath before he closed the file, Rossi sat across from him, nursing a glass of whiskey.
“Hey,” Prentiss whispered, taking the seat next to him and setting her glass of water down on the small table. “Do you see that?” She said, gesturing with her head toward where you were lying down, asleep.
Right next to you was Reid, who usually had his nose buried in a book at this point in a flight, but he was wide awake, and all of his focus seemed to be on you. Begrudgingly, Hotch watched as Spencer reached over and tucked a blanket around you as if he was afraid you’d freeze on the temperature-controlled jet. “What about it?” Hotch asked, reaching over for the next file.
His eyes flicked up again, Spencer was sitting on the floor of the jet. Everyone had elected to leave the couch seats for the two of you, but the one across the aisle from you was empty. Like Reid didn’t even want you to be any more than one foot away from him.
Leaning back in the chair, Emily shook her head, “That’s what we in the business call hypervigilance.”
Hotch didn’t respond, he just spared another glance over at the two of you. “’We in the business’?” He inquired, humoring Prentiss.
“I’m just saying… the hovering? The blanket? I don’t know about you, but that looks pretty real to me,” she said, leaning back in the leather seat.
Silently, he glared, it would seem his hopes of getting the team to stop eavesdropping on familial conversations were quashed.
“Just let the kids be, Aaron,” Rossi said, grinning into his glass.
He cleared his throat and flipped open the new file before he acquiesced, “Fine, for now.”
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footprintsinthesxnd · 23 days
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Thank God for Eugene Roe
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This request was from a lovely anon. It’s been sat in my inbox for a little while so I’m sorry it’s taken so long but it’s finally here now. Hope you enjoy. Warnings: mentions of injury, swearing, death, themes of war.
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Eugene wasn’t sure what order the events of the day went in. Everything became a blur after a while and all he could see was the crimson blood covering his pale hands. It all began when Skinny Sisk had been hit earlier that morning and Eugene accompanied him to the aid station in Bastogne. The aid station had been crowded and he spent a good portion of the morning there, not returning until later that day, and leaving Spinna in charge. Easy Company. They were in good hands, no patrols were scheduled, and the bombardment from the morning had died down. It was a relatively quiet day, maybe too quiet.
No one looked up at Eugene as he hopped off the jeep, trudging his way through the snow to where Spinna was standing, arms crossed, his chin buried deep into his scarf, moving from foot to foot to stay warm. The priest had just finished his blessing and began gathering up the white sheet he’d laid across the bonnet of the jeep.
“What’s the word?” Eugene balanced the boots he’d collected for Joe Toye on top of the box of supplies Renée had kindly found for him.
Spinna glanced at him, “Battalion wants a reconnaissance patrol. Kraut hunting”
“Alright, I'll go. Take these,” Eugene passed the box over to Spinna, who accepted them thankfully, glad he didn’t have to go on the patrol after all. “Give the boots to Joe Toye, tell him they’re a nine.” Spinna nodded at Eugene as he began to jog over toward the other paratroopers who had gathered, waiting for orders.
Eugene hurried towards Sergeant Martin who was talking quietly to Lieutenant Peacock. Johnny’s hand shot out, stopping Eugene in his tracks, “Doc Doc, it’s a combat patrol. Why don’t you stay back and keep your ass out of trouble? Huh?”
Eugene looked a little forlorn, and nodded slowly “Yes Sergeant.” He was surprised they didn’t want a medic on the patrol. Ever since they arrived in Bastogne and the Krauts started their artillery barrages, everyone was crying out for a goddamn medic, day or night.
Stepping back Eugene caught Y/n's eye, she smiled at him softly, giving him a small wave before continuing her conversation with George and Babe. Eugene felt the familiar ache in his chest beginning to grow as it did every time she smiled at him.
His heart always ached when he wasn’t on patrols with her, fearing that the worst would happen before he’d even told her how he truly felt. She was his friend but that’s all he was ever going to be to her, and it hurt, but at least he could help keep her alive.
He crouched down by a tree, ignoring the snow that brushed against his trousers, leaving damp patches where he sat. The cold seemed to keep him awake, alert, and ready for anything that could go wrong. He’d been that way since they came into the Bulge. On edge, waiting for the next move to go wrong. That was the part he hated about being a medic, everyone always needed him in the most dire situations. The rest of the time he merely existed, never getting close to them because, in the next moment, he’d be covered in their blood.
He lit a cigarette, embracing the warm air that filled his lungs, exhaling in a long puff of smoke that drifted upwards towards the light that peaked through the dense tree cover. The snow blew through it extinguishing any heat before it had the chance to warm the air. Bastogne was a place of cold and despair, any hope was soon extinguished, if not by the Krauts then by the weather.
The gunfire signalled the action that Eugene was waiting for.
“Doc, it’s Y/n!”
Eugene found himself frozen in time, his eyes watching his fellow paratroopers rush past him in a blur. George’s mouth was moving as he continued to shout but all Eugene could hear was her name, a silent prayer on his lips. It couldn’t be her, not Y/n.
“Doc! Help her! She’s been shot!” That was all it took for him to be at George’s side, pushing the radioman out of the way and falling beside Y/n, who gave him the same soft smile she had sent him earlier.
“Y/n, ya stay with me now. Dontcha’ even think about dying.” He pressed the bandage firmly against the wound on her side, cursing as the blood flowed straight through his fingers.
“E-Eugene… Gene I…” Y/n gasped, blood spilling out the corner of her mouth as she spluttered helplessly on the ground. Eugene ripped open the syrrette of Morphine, pressing it firmly into the fresh over her collar bone.
“Y/n, don’t say nothin’, ‘kay. Save ya strength. I need ya to stay with me,” Eugene pleaded, his hand shaking as he placed the cannula, securing it with tape quickly and allowing the plasma to flow down the line and into her veins. The morphine was taking effect now too and her speech became slurred as she tried to reach out for Eugene’s hand.
“Eu-gene?” He gripped her hand tightly, placing his lips on her skin. He could feel her shaking beneath his touch, and he couldn’t help the tears that spilt down his frozen cheeks.
“You’re gonna be just fine, Y/n.” Eugene knew deep down he was trying to reassure himself but he was glad when Y/n smiled up at him.
“I’m gonna getcha’ outta here.” With George’s help, they began to drag Y/n along the snow-covered ground, trying to ignore her complaints of pain as the German bullets whipped past their heads. Captain Nixon appeared, shouting over the commotion for them to retreat, but Eugene and George kept on moving, pulling Y/n to safety before they stopped.
Eugene was back at her side in an instant, applying a fresh dressing over the already soiled one, praying that this one would hold.
“Eugene, I need to tell you s…mthing imp-portant. I-I love you, Gene. I-I’ve always l-loved you but I was too s-scared to tell you.”
Eugene’s heart skipped in his chest, feeling lightheaded as he fell over his words. He wanted to tell her he loved her too, to kiss her, to hold her close to his chest and promise her that everything was going to be okay. How could he promise her that? He could only watch as she grew ever paler and the blood seeped through the bandages, turning the snow around them bright red.
“I know,” he replied, brushing his hand over her sweaty forehead, watching as her glazed eyes followed his movements. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/n.” The roar of the jeep pulling up accompanied his words and he made quick work of flagging it down, carrying Y/n over and laying her limp body over the stretcher as she passed out.
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The first thing Y/n remembered was the pain, it spread through her body like a searing fire, causing her to cry out. She sat upright in bed with a start, hissing as the sutures pulled at the wound on her abdomen. A pair of hands came to rest on her shoulders, easing her back down in the bed.
Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, noticing the stone walls and high blue-painted ceiling. She wasn’t in a hospital but beds with wounded men lay all across the room. Women in nurses' uniforms hurried back and forth while medics helped work on the injured men.
There was still a hand resting on her shoulder and she glanced over to see the very worried, Cajun medic starting back at her.
“You gave me quite a scare back there you know. Damn Y/n, do n'tcha do that again,” he leant across, pulling her carefully into a hug which she quickly reciprocated.
“I’m sorry, Gene. I’ll try and be more careful next time,” she assured him, squeezing his hand reassuringly.
Eugene gave her a weak smile and opened his mouth to speak before snapping it closed. She cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting to hear what he wanted to say.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this. I don’t even know if you meant all that you said back there but I just… I just gotta tell you that I feel the same,” he took a deep breath, “I love you too.”
Y/n swallowed hard, had she confessed her feelings to him? She’d managed to hide her feelings for him ever since Toccoa and yet in a moment of weakness she spilled the beans. How many people heard her? Her mind raced with unanswered questions but Eugene’s face only grew more grave.
“I did wonder if you only said it cause you was dying,” he stood up from his chair, collecting his musette bag from the floor. “I’m glad you’re okay, Y/n. I’ll see you when you’re better, yeah?”
“Gene, wait! Do you really mean it? Do you really love me?” Her little outburst had caught the eye of a few of the wounded men around her, all watching with bated breath for the outcome.
“Course I do. I wouldn’t have told to if it won’t true,” he moved closer to her bed once more, moving to cup her cheek but only touching her when she nodded in response to his unasked question. “I love you, Y/n, ever since Toccoa.”
Y/n chuckled, “We’re such fools. We’ve both loved each other since Toccoa but we were too damn scared to say anything. I should have told you sooner.”
“And I shoudda told you sooner too. Guess at least we know now,” Gene reassured her, sitting down again beside her bed.
“That’s true,” she mused, shuffling so she could lean closer to him. “Gene?”
“Yes, Doll?”
“Kiss me.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Eugene sealed his lips to Y/n’s as if they had been kissing each other their whole lives. At least one good thing came from that Kraut bullet and that was Eugene Roe.
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koukaimagines · 3 months
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Hi!! Can I have your headcanons of how Jae ha and Kija would take care of their injured s/o? (Not sure how she got injured but thank you for opening your inbox love!!!)
Hi anon! Sorry for the wait, you absolutely can have headcanons of that! I think Kija and Jaeha especially would be fun watching when it comes to an injured s/o, so thanks for sending this in!
Because anon has used she/her pronouns, I will also be employing that in these headcanons where applicable!
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Kija
When Kija finds you with Yoon treating your injuries, he is immensely and instantly worried. Kija's the type to fret a lot about small things, so if he could take ten thousand arrows to soothe your pain, he would do it.
But that's unfortunately not how healing works, so he refuses to leave your side until Yoon finishes dressing you and tells him that it'll heal without an issue. He may refuse to leave your side after that too.
He'd ask Yoon about several things and try to change the dressings himself based on what he's learned. Unfortunately, his abilities are no where near as skilled as Yoon's, and the claws bestowed on his right hand do little but wear the bandages or tear them. He's clumsy trying to take care of you, to say the least.
He'd feel frustrated at how useless he is, how only Yoon can help you and how he failed to prevent your injury in the first place, no matter what he was doing at the time.
Until you recover, he does everything in his power so that you rest. You're forced to concede to his adorable authoratative tone every time you try to move. "Do not move! Yoon has instructed that you rest! I shall fetch that for you, Love." He attaches that pet name to each of his sentences like he's happy to be at your beck and call while you heal, and he unabashedly is.
This is exclusively figurative and metaphorical— but he's sort of like a puppy that tries to lick at your wounds if that makes any sense. The licking is more like staying by your side, making sure you have everything you need and keeping you company. Note the futility of the wound-licking in terms of actual wound-healing. It's just nice because he very obviously cares.
"It's only natural for the duty to be mine to care for Y/N until she recovers!"
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Jaeha
Jaeha would be fascinating to watch. Despite his usual attitude, he's visibly shaken when he sees your bandages soaked in red. Soaked in red on your body.
He'd revert back to himself once he registers that you're in Yoon's hands and alive, making a snarky comment on what you've gotten yourself into this time. "I leave you for a mere moment and you've gotten hurt? Looks like I can't let you out of my sight now, Dear."
Although he wants to stick by you and take care of you, he can't seem to forfeit his pride as he does so. He makes himself more composed than how he really feels as he changes your bandages. And he didn't volunteer to, nor had he asked Yoon about it. Yoon simply told him to, of course, and who was he to deny Yoon and refuse time next to you? Even though he could just do it if he wanted to and it would make no difference.
While you're injured, Jaeha's fraught with a silly internal conflict as he navigates his feelings of worry towards you and a fear of acting like he's too worried. That explains why he'd rather you didn't know about how intentional his close proximity to you is. How he'd keep the herbs Yoon used on you in mind and excuse himself and leave for the fields without telling anyone what he was up to.
If you're injured and unable to use your hands, he'd feed you while teasing you about it. As if he's not absolutely ecstatic to be in the position he's in right now.
Throughout your recovery, he'll let his walls down here and there, often while griping about how hopeless you are, when he more means to convey how hopeless he is— how hopelessly carved into his being you are, and your injury would only serve as proof of that.
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https-furina · 3 months
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2023 is coming to an end and while this blog has yet to hit one year old, it’s gathered its fair share of mutuals. it’s only fair to give you all some thanks and appreciation before the year closes. if you’re not here i apologise sincerely, i’ll make sure you are on next year’s list.
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mika — @mikacynth
hi mika !! i’ll start with you. i know we haven’t interacted much since you went to university (i hope you’re doing super well !! please take care of yourself) but i wanted to thank you for being one of my first mutuals on this hell site. you were super friendly and you always randomly drop cursed genshin memes in the server <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ mae — @maehemthemisfit
mae, i don’t know where life has taken you but i miss you a lot. it was so fun trying to figure out dango anon and you made me laugh countless times, i just hope you’re doing well <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bell — @blue-b3rries
ew it’s bell (i’m JOKING) hi sweetheart !! you literally never fail to make me laugh in the network server and you always come out with really random things. it’s okay, maybe next christmas we’ll get you a dictionary /lh i love you !! /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ inky — @lemeowade
inky !! my favourite artist ever !! we don’t actually interact too much on tumblr now (i do like a lot of the stuff you rb tho) because we talk a lot on discord now. it’s nice to have someone that checks in occasionally and i absolutely love when you show your art !! it’s clear you’re making progress with it and finding your style and i love it so much. you’re gonna do fab things sweetheart <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ amai — @amaiaqt
one of my favourite writers ever and a fellow cyno simp !! i miss you a lot and it shows because i always get excited to see you in my inbox. i hope life is treating you well and that we get to see you more in the new year <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ general — @watatsumiis
hi general !! i’m sorry we didn’t interact as much anymore but you’re so sweet and fun to talk to !! i love your writing and i have the best time reading your tags on people’s art because i’m like “damn. that’s so me” and also you always reblog the best art?? it’s wild you keep my dash alive <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aly — @soleillunne
who are you? anyways hi wife !! i send you appreciation letters whenever things get tough so i’ll dull it down here a little. thank you for being probably my closest mutual, talking to me daily and always sending tiktoks to each other. if you dare think about leaving me, i’ll find you. in every lifetime <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ ari — @n3r0-1417
another person that i’m super sorry we don’t interact as much anymore ): you literally never failed to make me laugh and you 100% have permission to kill me at any time, just don’t tell aly. i hope we can interact more in the new year and i hope it treats you well too, you deserve it <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yui — @ilyuu
yui !! wow i’m really failing on interacting with some of you but whenever you’re on my dash it’s pure chaos?? even with no context i can’t lie it’s funny. i picture it like when the scooby doo gang are running and you see all the different shots and stuff. anyways, 2024 better treat you good !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ kiri — @kirimoochi
the last time we interacted you wasn’t doing so hot on some fronts and i really hope things have improved for you, sweetheart. you deserve the world and whilst i love your alhaitham & kazuha works, i know a lot of them came from your heart and i hope you’re healing. i pray the new year is kind to you and that things are going better <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ bori — @bboricha
hi bori !! we’ve only interacted a few times because i find it sooo funny when you randomly appear on my dash talking about leon kennedy (because honestly, same) but i hope there’s chances we interact more in 2024 !! fun fact, i followed you for your 5swirl stuff and 1k special (i actually remember what content made me follow you hahahelpme) but i stayed because… relatable. here’s to more interactions !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yume — @yaminohimeyume
oh boy.. hi yume !! you know i could sit here for hours appreciating you right? whenever i log into genshin i check to see if you’re online so i can say hi !! i love helping you with bosses, domains or even exploration but even when we just talk and i don’t join you, it’s nice to have a conversation with someone. you’ve provided me with plenty of distractions this year but in 2024 our goal is to build your characters HAHA i love you !! /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ aya — @miuzki
my neuvillette !! i miss you so much, i hope you’ve been doing well and not overworking at all. i know you haven’t really been in touch with genshin towards the end of this year but you’re always welcome in my messages, yknow? i love your writing so much (i still re-read that comfort piece you wrote for me all the time…) please take care of yourself and i hope you have an amazing new year <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yukari — @ryuryuryuyurboat
is that.. is that my favourite child?! hi ryuu !! i don’t exactly remember how we met. you kinda just appeared in my life one day but it felt like i’d known you forever. you’re an absolute joy to know and you constantly bring a smile to my face !! i’ll c6r5 morrigan first though. have a fantastic new year (and you will not be getting rid of me) <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ lili — @lillonvia
oh my gosh !! my chihuahua !! every time we talk i have the best time ever i can’t even lie like that one time we randomly started reciting the lyrics to california girls and how you started playing on eu server for me. it’s a little crazy with the timezone difference but you’re the amber to my collei and you deal with me torturing you with my genshin va knowledge (did you know cyno is izumi from horimiya?) i love youuuu /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ dumbi — @dumbificat
well well well, if it isn't the cutest mf to ever exist >///< it's my co.. parent-in-law? i don't remember because i just remembering rizzing you (oops.) but hey dumbi !! i'll be fr i was always a little nervous/scared to interact with you but i really wanted to and then you joined the network and i minorly lost my mind.. thank you so much for all the smiles and laughter you've brought in these past few months and also for your writing that i am very happily married to. oh and all the fun i get to have helping you explore on eu <3 thank you for letting me join you sometimes. i really hope we get to interact more in 2024 and here's to hoping the new year treats you well!! i love youuuu /p <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ heia — @heiayen
heia. my child. my sweet, funky bean. i love you /p but also. fuck you for how much you make me absolutely lose my shit when it's late for us and i have to be quiet so instead i'm wheezing in bed until i'm crying. chaos hours are the best and you are genuinely such a sweetheart to be friends with. i hope we get to interact more in 2024 (you have no choice) and that it treats you well !! but also, 0.5 stars to the ayaka uber but 10 stars to the network's ooc reporter. mwah! i love you (again) /p (you still need to read to me in some blankets ehehe) <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ coco — @hwaitham
hi hi coco !! we haven't interacted that much (and i'm typing very formal for this post it feels out of character for me) but i've loved your works for sooooo long !! and you and haitham are so cute i just wanna. AAAA you deserve the world and i genuinely hope everything you ever want comes true in 2024 because you just deserve it. if it doesn't, i'll start barking up some trees ehehe. i love you!! /p i hope we get to interact more in 2024 <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ raine — @to-kazuha
oh, it's you /j hi sweetheart <3 2023 has been very all over the place for us but here we are, ending (and starting) another year together !! even if you don't think so, your writing is amazing and i can't wait to see you grow and get more comfortable with it (practise makes perfect!) and also how can i forget that you're my personal miko main.. life would have been a very sad experience if you hadn't came to me on anon in my old blog <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ clara — @umgatochamadopercyval
clara !! you're a very recent mutual so i can't say i have a lot to write (we'll be changing this in 2024 !!) but you are an absolute gem to know. your asks never fail to make me smile and now even your messages !! you're a sweetheart and you deserve a lot of good things. i hope 2024 brings more sagau isekai to my dms and a lot of joy to you. never stop being you !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ yza — @yzashaven
hi yza !! we've not been able to interact for a while ): but i'd like to appreciate you for all the times you've came to my inbox with angst, i love you so much for it /p and i still have an angst draft with your name on it because of an idea you came into my inbox with !! your writing is so good and i really hope we get to interact more next year. happy holidays sweetheart !! <3
˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ honorary mentions — @jingyuansbird, @honeykaes, @nervocat & @bunicate
happy holidays & happy new year to the four of you !! i would love to appreciate you all but i can only go as far as praising the absolute hell out of all of your works !! you're all fantastic writers that i love to pieces and i hope that the new year treats you all well !! here's to more interactions so i can write you all paragraphs next year (cries) <3
signed with love, serafina.
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I love all of your art but my favorites have always been the lemongrab/ice king doing things with Finn ones, ESPECIALLY the one with lemongrab hugging Finn/asking Finn if he wants him to wash his hair. Finn being tender with those two characters keeps me alive and going everyday, I adore it.
ANON I LEFT THIS SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG,,,,, ily thank you
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blease let lemongrab and finn be gentle with each other forever it's my life
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Do you think there is astroturfing around disney properties?
When Ant-man 3 was release, everyone was shitting on the movie but praised Jonathan Majors's performance but after the conviction I keep seeing statements like 'his acting was clownish', 'he was the worst part of Loki' etc.
You know since the recent poll about Loki, as of now 57.3% has passed on him,even after release of season 2 which was trending for a while got me thinking . Like, what happened ? Wasn't it the most watched show?
I really hated what happened to him so much that seeing him makes me eyeroll. My favourite MCU character ruined since ragnorak.
If Tom says he didn't like the show, would the opinion on it change?
Omg, yes! And thank you so much for coming to my inbox!!
So, first of all, thank you for teaching me a new word. For everyone else who -like me- didn’t know the exact meaning of “astroturfing”:
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But I think the whole situation is complex.
1) i absolutly think that Disney has a team that does use shady methods to make the public opinion appear better than it actually is. I think it was @iamnmbr3 who noticed that some 5 star reviews on major rating sites looked like they were bot-generated (but it was quite some time ago. I linked the article in my master post). Twitter (now X) has so many bots on it and the platform allows them to tilt polls massively. So, yeah, I agree. But. I don’t think that’s necessarily the biggest influence on the public opinion.
2) I assume this is the poll you refer to. It doesn’t distinguish between series Loki, TR Loki, and OG Loki which might have biased the outcome in a negative way. I know some hardcore og Loki fans who did not vote at all, because they LOVE og Loki, but cannot give series Loki a “smash”. Others voted “pass” because the pic is of TR Loki which is still a turn-off for some. I assume that some series Loki fans might vote “pass” because there are many that never liked Loki before the show.
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3) there are different types of fans. The hardcore fans stay, but during the airing a lot of casual fans come rushing in, consume, and eventually leave. These people are often very enthusiastic, sometimes even aggressively positive. by now they will have wandered further, leaving only the hardcore fans behind (old and new ones).
4) a lot of people loved the SHOW but not LOKI. I see these types of fans mostly on Reddit. They like the time travel, or kang, or the side characters or just the mcu. Those as well won’t care for Loki or even vote on polls around here.
And then there is also this trend to attack people for liking stuff produced by people who are in any way problematic. Majors trial made all those people drop him like a hot potato. Perhaps some are now trying to “atone” for saying good things about Majors by roasting him? Perhaps the people who never liked him to begin with feel now it’s “safe” to publicly criticize him, since his supporters must fear being attacked for “supporting a domestic abuser”.
All in all, I deeply agree with you on the series being very bad for Loki (as in “destroying any chance for a satisfying conclusion to his arc, his feelings about the adoption, and the time with Thanos”) and I fear it might also be bad for both Tom and the MCU (as in “the public interest is going down and while the show WAS praised widely it still contributed to the downfall instead of generating or reviving interest”).
And yeah, I have a post on how successful the show was in preparation. 🙈 sorry for being so extremely slow with that one. I prefer focusing on writing fanfics, these days. 🙂 OG Loki is alive in our fics, dear anon. No one can take him away from us! 🫂
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I want to say a little thank you. This blog exists since 2019, so for almost five years. And we posted more than 3.000 headcanons on it. This would have not been possible without you, the followers of the blog and especially the main headcanon contributors (you know who you are). It has been a little quiet on this blog lately. I guess we all wait for Elden Ring DLC to release and the people who get into the games new might be put off by my rules or the cock anons (don't stop though! People who cannot handle the cock anons are not welcome here!) Just, thanks for keeping this blog alive. I see so many headcanon blogs just wither and die, so I am really glad this one managed to stay afloat for so long. But remember, the headcanon blog can only live as long as you send in some headcanons, so fill that inbox, please.
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Stiff stiff stiff stiff hi. Ok. Coming off of anon for this one bc the brainrot is too much ANYWAYS I was sending tcd asks like last week??? Idk ANYWAYS I JUST FINISHED WATCHING SECRET LIFE THE OTHER DAY AND I HAVE SOOOOOO SOOO MANY THOUGHTS. So many thoughts about TCD Scar and Secret life Scar. And also some of the things Martyn was saying about Scar lore-wise. I’m actually gonna put a few quotes from Martyn here about it:
“That [the end of secret life] was probably the beginning of a really horrible sort of descent into madness for Scar”
“Can you just imagine how distraught and how upset Scar is at just whacking that success button over and over and every time: ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ ‘Win Secret Life’ just over and over and over again”
“Wanting it to either end for himself or for a new game to begin, like he is so deep in that loneliness and being left in a wasteland that he would rather either die or go into another death game — he doesn’t want to be alone”
Ok end of quotes here. I am just thinking SOOOO HARD ABOUT THIS OUGSHSH. I’ve been rotating this in my head for like 3 days now. First of all, like the whole secret keepers/watchers CONSTANTLY giving Scar tasks that end up isolating him from the rest of the server in a way (kind of like they know that loneliness hits Scar much harder than the others and they’re doing it on purpose to break him early on in the game), and then Scar building up those big deep slate walls around most of his base to physically keep people out (and even if it doesn’t keep people out physically, it’s still more or less reflects his mental state and how he’s treating everyone around him), and the whole sneaking around everyone and flitting between groups without committing himself because he knows (EVEN THOUGH HE TALKS ABOUT WANTING FRIENDS) that his best bet is to take advantage of having connections without actually getting attached to anyone (kind of like maybe he’s learned somewhere before that isolation is the best route for survival). GOD HES JUST LIVING RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN AAUGGHH. Also Scar just eventually accepting that he’s going to be isolated no matter what, and giving into what the tasks want him to be. BUT ABOVE ALL OF THAT. Him being surprised that he even won in the first place????
“How’d the guy with no friends win?”
And just being legitimately shocked that he actually came out on top and managed to survive everything. It’s like, even though he knew that not having any true connections gave him the best opportunity for survival he was STILL surprised to have made it out alive in the end. And back to what Martyn said about him being stuck there alone, just losing himself to madness because there’s nobody left but himself. it’s just like being back where he started again, utterly alone with no way out and nobody left to help him, and that he would rather be dead or living through another death game than be completely alone again. ok I’m done lol I am so sorry for going on that enormous ramble in your inbox HRJSKF :’)
HELLO YES YES THIS IS EXCELLENT. YES.
This reminds me of an au I made relating to my immortal scar hc where Scar gets stuck in 3rd life and everyone forgets him. Only the winner, Grian, remembers him and he remembers that Scar is supposed to be another hermit-
But this. Right.
Scar is the only one who didn't die at the end. So I can imagine him slowly going mad and maybe he's secretly hoping that maybe... maybe someone will come back for him. Someone will come save him, right?
But why would they. He was the villain after all. Even if not of his own volition- he was still a villain and he deserves this.
But imagine if the others forgot about him. If he just got erased from their memories basically.
Man.
Anyway yea Martyns lore for Scar is insane rigkrkgkfkg I love this sm thank you for that ramble I home my own ramble makes sense. Very random but i should be sleeping anyway
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crazy-lazy-elder-sims · 5 months
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Hey to the simblr/s that keep sending me anons about shuting up and sticking to sims and saying vile things congratz anon is off now come to my inbox with your whole chest out and show me if you will demand the same bullshit again when ur whole identity is attached to it <3 oh you cant? Thats cause i blocked ur entire exsistance<3
Also i cannot shut up about this people are dying kim.... i lost real people to this genocide real classmates and teachers my entire exsistance is threatened every second by the disgusting plans these bastards keep putting out of extending the genocide to surrounding places because guess where i live bbygorls ? Thats rightttt!!!!!surrounding areas!!!!!!!
Children are literally being torn limb to limb and you want me to make sim edits?
Sorry i cant and i wont. I'll feel motivated to create again when people stop getting killed and the genocide ends and im not about to die too.
Keep talking everyone keep spreading the news never shut up about this please plastanians need you to care in order to atop this genocide please
From the river to the sea... And you can die mad about it.
Also im not ignoring all the support messeges in my inbox and dms all of them are the reason why im Still alive fighting right now im holding on to them so thank you ❤️❤️
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you are officially the strongest person alive for not just closing the askbox after some of the trash you've gotten from idiots on this site. gdspeed and good luck holy hell
I've received a lot of asks like this one so I wanna respond and clarify
I actually love getting asks and even anon asks. I prefer having anon on bc yk big boy blog and all that but also so that people can send me their silliest things.
I really do truly genuinely enjoy having this blog and especially interacting w it. I've made a lot of friends recently and it's just fun to be able to talk ab the cringe failgame from a decade ago. Both for myself and in front of such a large audience.
Ever since I became aware I'm literally in the top 10 on skyrim blogs (at #9 but still) some of my anons started making a lot more sense. The power of anonymity makes people braver, which is good for things like funny headcanons and such.
I don't really like having to turn anon off and god I hope I don't have to shut asks off entirely. Fortunately once I turned anon off my inbox became a lot more peaceful. Funny that.
If I were to compare the two I'm sure I've gotten much more love than hate, but hate is much louder than love. And I know me giving it attention doesn't help much of anything but on the other hand people can and do throw around serious words about an unserious video game on unserious posts from an unserious person.
Even if I ignored all of it, just having to see it can feel so draining. And it isn't just in my inbox. It's also in the tags. I've repeatedly tried to express how deeply uncomfortable I am, AS A JEWISH PERSON OF COLOR, with people throwing words like racist and genocide around all willy nilly over video game characters.
It trivializes those real world issues, that have affected me, my ancestors, and people like me, down to fucking. Skyrim discourse. It's extremely frustrating. And from what I can see I don't think anyone is doing it maliciously or to get a rise out of me. But I think the sheer weight of those words has gotten lost.
And not to pull another race card, but this is especially upsetting from white people. I'm not thrilled about the fact white people keep talking over me and other people of color in the fandom about what is and isn't racist.
But I do also see the love. I see the cats in my inbox and the lovely asks and people writing paragraphs to defend me (when tbh I haven't done anything wrong anyways but. Eh.) and it's genuinely very touching and sweet and even if I don't reply to it (there's a lot to reply to!) I do see it and I appreciate it.
And for the poll, I fully plan on seeing it through. Round 2 closes tomorrow after which I'll set up round 3/the semi finals and then we go to the championship!
I started this poll, also this blog, for fun. I want people to have fun. I want to have fun. And most of the time I do have fun! But with the uptick in activity that brings *gestures vaguely* what it does.
Tumblr is one of those very few websites with true anonymity. This and reddit are the only ones I can think of where it's not expected to have your name, face, or other info about you anywhere. Which is a rare blessing on today's internet but it makes people very audacious about what they can and can't say to me.
I think because of that anonymity it's easy to forget I'm a human person. I very much doubt some of things I've had said to me in the last 48 hours would still be said if it was face to face. I truly don't think someone would look me in the eye and tell me to kill myself over skyrim bullshit.
And the funny part of that is if they did, I'd probably laugh in real life. For the sheer ridiculousness of the statement. "Hey. You. End your life because of video game drama" spoken to me at the local Target would be funny to me. But with the anonymity it feels just as hurtful as I'm sure it's supposed to be.
Thanks for letting me ramble and such. I'm not really even sure what I'm trying to say with all this. Other than I'm human, you're human, we're all humans, and we'd do well to remember that. Please just be nice to each other..
And be nice to me.
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Ooh how about #9?
#9 is "in public" which is a delightful one to write for them, thank you anon. Prompt taken from this; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time, I don’t care how long it’s been. (Just maybe add some context to your ask if it’s been like a month or more since I posted this, because otherwise I won’t know what to do with the random number in my inbox lmao).
Dwarves are a private people, secretive even. They are not shy, but they keep themselves to themselves and are glad of it. Their own language is not one which they share with outsiders, and only the most common and transparent of their customs are known outside their mountains. They do not even share their true names; do not even engrave them on their tombs but rather hold them secret in their hearts even after death, a matter to be known only to themselves and their Maker and their closest kin.
Elves are less retiring, and none less so than the Wood-elves of Mirkwood. "More dangerous and less wise," they are often described by those who do consider themselves among the Wise of Middle-earth: more dangerous, for they have learned to be, living in a forest full of so many more dangers than those with which the rest of Middle-earth must regularly contend; less wise, for they are more interested in celebrating their joy at being alive amidst the darkness than they are in books and lore and ancient histories that rarely involved any of them and, when they did, rarely paid their efforts in those endeavors much mind.
Éomer knows all this, in a general sort of way. He is a Man of Rohan, and they too spend little mind on the lore and legends of others; the bulk of his people do not even read (a thought that is scandalous to the rest of Middle-earth, yes; but their histories and tales are oral things, passed down by memory and song and shared knowledge, not recorded in dry books and locked away behind dusty doors). He has learned much of elves, and especially of dwarves, in recent years, for Rohan now has a growing populace of dwarves itself, living in and reshaping the glories of the Glittering Caves of Aglarond.
Éomer never paid much mind to caves, either. He is a Horse Lord, and like his people's beloved steeds, he is far more at home galloping across an open field than he is walking under solid stone. But even he can see the beauty of Aglarond, now that Gimli and his people have opened the caverns to show them to their taller neighbors.
"Incredible, Gimli," Éomer says, staring around himself in genuine awe and delight. "It still staggers me, even now, to look at what you have made here and think that this beauty was hidden here all along simply because we did not have the eyes to look."
"Ah, well," Gimli grins, "it is hard to see things clearly from so far up in the sky, I am sure."
Éomer guffaws with laughter, the merry sound ringing off the bright stone walls so that it sounds like a whole host of men are laughing with him. "Indeed! That must be it," he chuckles. "Well, thank goodness Rohan has shrewd dwarven eyes here now to show us better."
Gimli smiles, and Éomer can see that he is pleased as much by the genuine compliments as he is by the banter—yet there is a distance in his friend's eyes that he is less accustomed to. Gimli's smiles are here with him as he walks Éomer through the newest rooms to be opened in this magnificent cave, but his thoughts are somewhere far away.
"What occupies your mind?" Éomer asks. It is a prying question, perhaps, rude by the standards of more dissembling people; rude likely even by the standards of the very private dwarves, but the Rohirrim are straightforward and bold, and such questions come naturally to their lips. Gimli knows this well enough not to take offense when Éomer unknowingly breaches some line of dwarven propriety, and he is likewise just as ready to tell Éomer to mind his own business when he does, knowing that the Horse Lord will not take offense at that, either.
This time his eyes shift evasively and he only mutters, "Ah, well, it is deep into fall now, and I only thought...ah, never mind! Come, let me show you this waterfall, it is a magnificent structure..."
Éomer follows the dwarf through the rest of the cave, and is suitably delighted by the wonders thus revealed; yet he cannot help but look at his guide as much as he does at the sights, wondering what weighs on Gimli's mind in such a manner that he will neither speak of it clearly nor declare the subject one not to spoken on. This is not how Gimli normally acts, and Éomer is curious now.
Eventually the tour winds back to the entrance, to the section of cavern that was once a storage area for the fortress of Helm's Deep and which the dwarves are busily turning into a glorious entrance hall for their new home. Éomer feels as though every time he comes to Aglarond, the front room has been once again transformed into yet another stunning example of dwarven craftsmanship and natural beauty twined in some impossible harmony.
He is opening his mouth to say something to that effect, knowing that Gimli takes great pleasure in all such effusive praise for his people's efforts and expertise—the most lyrical and poetic, the better—when a sudden commotion by the entrance catches both his and Gimli's eye.
They turn just in time to see a blur of green and brown and gold fling itself at Gimli and nearly bowl the steady dwarf straight off his feet.
Instincts that have not forgotten the years of war that preceded these days of peace have Éomer's hand on his sword-hilt, only stopped by drawing the blade as his ears recognize the silvery peal of elvish laughter dancing off the bright stone walls.
The laughter is more muffled than usual because the elf from whom it issues has plastered his mouth to the face of the dwarf in front of him, and is currently kissing Gimli as though the Lord of Aglarond holds all the air that fills those caves, and must be made to share it with each visitor directly.
"Hello, Legolas," Éomer says mildly.
Legolas sketches a greeting with one long brown hand, the only bit of attention that he seems able to pry away from the dwarf he has flung himself to his knees before, and Éomer snorts.
He is not the only one; the other Rohirrim who stand milling about the cavern entrance seem to share his amusement, as do most of the dwarves. Some have not looked up, too fixated on their work to notice anything shy of a mumak bursting through the walls; others scowl or grumble into their beards, and a few newer faces whose names Éomer has not yet committed to memory gape in slack-jawed shock. The sight of their reaction makes Éomer snort again.
They will have to get used to their lord being greeted in such a fashion, if they mean to stay in Aglarond. It may not be how dwarves reconnect with one another after an absence, but it certainly is how Legolas and Gimli do.
Éomer remembers the first time he witnessed one of their effusive displays. He had been visiting Ithilien with a small company of men to see his sister and her new husband. He had barely swung Gimli down off his horse before a Wood-elf was dropping from the trees and tackling him backwards into the grass.
The horses, of course, had not shied at all at the sudden arrival, so merry did the smell of Wood-elf make them, the four-legged traitors; but all the Rohirrim had been startled and Éomer himself had actually drawn sword on the elf out of shock. They had both teased him mercilessly about that—as had his sister—and even Éomer had grudgingly been able to admit to the amusing irony of it, given how his first meeting with Legolas had gone...at least once his heart had stopped pounding.
Since then, he has grown much more used to the nonsense that ensues whenever Legolas is in a room (or cave, or field, or especially a forest) with his dwarf. The Rohirrim take bets on their greetings now. Will Gimli be knocked completely off his feet this time? Will he have time to speak any words of greeting before he has an elven tongue thrust down his throat? Will the dwarf manage to do or say anything to make the elf blush, or will Gimli be the only one of the pair to redden when they finally pry their lips apart?
This time, Gimli manages to stay upright (Éomer has noticed that this is much more likely outcome on stone than on grass or wooden flooring, although he has not mentioned this observation aloud to his men; some of them have picked up on it as well, but not all of them, or at least so he surmises from the betting pool) and Legolas's ears show only the slightest flush at their tips. (After long discussion, the Rohirrim have decided that this does not count as blushing for their purposes; the flush must reach at least halfway down his ears for that, otherwise signifying as it does nothing more than a baseline arousal at Gimli's presence.)
Éomer pretends he does not see his people silently tallying the results of their bets in their heads, and grins at his friends as they come up for air.
Gimli, of course, is redder than his beard, and cannot quite bring himself to meet Éomer's eyes. Legolas, conversely, has no concept of a sense of shame, and hops back to his feet to face Éomer with a beaming smile and a, "Hail and well met, King of Rohan!"
Éomer snorts and shakes his head and pulls the elf in for a hug. "Running late this year, aren't you?"
"Am I?" Legolas blinks. He looks down at Gimli, who is now studying the stone at his feet as though planning another masonry project involving the cavern's floors. "I am sorry, Gimli, I did not realize. I left as soon as the apples were done..."
"Ah, of course you are not late!" Gimli replies, lifting his blazing face at last to scowl at both of them, especially Éomer. "We both know very well that your travel is dictated by the seasons of Ithilien's plants and not by any arbitrary dates. His highness here is only jesting with you."
Éomer smirks and says nothing. The autumn chill always comes later to Ithilien than it does to Helm's Deep, and Gimli always mopes as soon as the weather turns without the arrival of his elf. This year it must have come particularly late, because Éomer usually makes his autumn visit to Helm's Deep in company with Legolas, who musts pass by Edoras on his journey from the south; but this year, as the days passed with no such arrival, Éomer had begun to worry that he had missed Legolas and so set-out for Helm's Deep on his own.
He likes to see his friends, of course, but he also knows that his soldiers would be disappointed not to be able to witness the seasonal reunion of elf and dwarf for themselves. It is must less satisfying to be told that one has won—or lost—a bet than it is to watch the winning or losing for oneself.
"Oh!" is all Legolas says, and smiles again at once. "Well, then! I have brought fruits from Ithilien for both men and dwarves, and Aragorn has sent some new herbal brew from the Healers of Gondor that is supposed to be very good for winter coughs. I can show you..."
"No need," Éomer demures, grinning. "I'm sure my people can handle stowing everything, and I expect some of Gimli's folk have already headed up to handle their share...?"
He catches the eye of a white-bearded dwarf watching them all with an indulgent if bewildered smile, who nods confirmation.
"Well, then!" Éomer's grin widens and he supplements it with a wink, which has Gimli's cheeks burning even brighter, so that he almost seems to resemble some of those apples that Legolas has no doubt brought with him. "In that case, I hope you will both excuse me, for there are matters I should discuss with the Lord of Helm's Deep—and of course, Gimli will want to show you the changes that he and his people have made to Aglarond since you were last here, Legolas."
"Thank you, Lord Éomer," Legolas says gravely, while Gimli somehow manages to go even redder without actually igniting. "Will we see you for supper?"
"Of course," says Éomer. And not a moment before then, I am sure, he adds to himself with a smothered chuckle as he turns to leave the caves, waving for his people to fall in behind him. Several will go back down to converse with dwarven friends (and no doubt exchange coin and goods to cover certain bets as well) before they all rejoin for an evening feast, no doubt, but for the moment they have transactions to see to among themselves—and Gimli does, of course, have quite a lot of caverns he will want to show to Legolas.
Somehow, though, the autumn tour always starts in his bedchambers. Absolutely no one makes any bets about that, anymore.
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Thank you so much for these kind words, Anon, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to respond to anything in my inbox.
I've felt pretty shitty, as some have picked up on, and trying to find my place in this corner of the community again. I don't know how to explain it much properly, but I am trying my best, and doing what I can to help keep my desire to continue writing, socializing, etc, alive.
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