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saytrrose · 5 months

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Someone reblogged your Kinger and Queenie comic and I saw your reblog on curious anons, so here I am.

Anyways, dunno if ya have done this before but ya got headcanons on Kinger's relationships with everyone on TADC?

Like, besties with someone in specific, we get along even if he doesn't know we get along, that kind of stuff.

Ooh!! I really love this question eee

Kinger Headcanons! With.. EVERYONE! (Im including the abstracted characters, they are so so silly in my brain rn and i have a strong perception of them)

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Queenie:

- Queenie and him started out with a mutual.. dislike? Dislike from Queenies side, and general uncomfort from Kingers side.

- From the start their relationship was more so small bickering, mutual pining even, They both possess a sarcastic side to them, (I personally believe before Kinger went crazy that he used to be rather analytical and in control, a lot smarter yk.)

- They both were constantly compared for their likeness, which of course gave them a sense of need to.. prove themselves better? To stand out? Saw eachother as an obstacle until FINALLY they tried actually having a conversation.

- Their relationship dynamic is very much golden retriever x black cat.

- Once they actually were in a relationship, Queenie definitely keeps her sassy personality but she’s very soft spoken around Kinger.

- Kinger also changes, they act more differently around eachother than anyone else. Their general idea of “we are different” changes to “we are the only ones that truly understand one another”

- Oh they bickered SO MUCH it’s so silly, Queenie loves to tease, seem like she has a large ego but in private around just him she’s very very vulnerable and relies on him for comfort. She doesn’t feel like she needs to act a specific way around him or ever get really defensive.

- Kingers personality doesn’t change as much as Queenies does around people, however he does lean into feeling more vulnerable around her as well. He tries to seem calm and mostly friendly, but in private with just her he feels like he can actually rant and get emotional.

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Wriggle:

- Kinger and Wriggle have a very funny dynamic, as Wriggle is Queenies “best friend is the whole wide world” (quoted by Wriggle, not Queenie)

-They often like to wriggle in between Kinger and Queenie, (hahaha look at me I’m so funny I love puns please don’t unfollow me) they are bit clingy towards Queenie which Kinger doesn’t particularly mind in the slightest.

- Putting Queenie aside, those two I’d say are good friends too. Wriggle loves to ramble on and on to Kinger about things they enjoy or made or did- the list is endless and it’s usually Kinger when it comes to this because atleast Kinger looks like he’s paying attention, whereas Queenie has that.. blank stare.. (autism, your honor)

- Think of Wriggle as a wingman also, They know Queenie well, and things she wouldn’t tell Kinger? Thats Wriggles job. For example, Queenie talks about how it’d be cute to receive flowers but doesn’t want to outright ask for them, Wriggle goes to Kinger and keeps jabbing him in the side with their tail until his attention is gained, and tells him “you know what you should do!!” you get what happens fr

- The wingman job was specifically asked of by Kinger, to which Wriggle, being the snooty little “hmmm idk if I like you enough” worm they are.. obviously decides not to share Queenies private words. (I’m still deciding if Kinger persuaded Wriggle into the idea that it’d make Queenie happier in the long run or if he just dropped to his knees like PLEASEPLEASEOLEAZEPLEASE-)

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Slinky:

- Slinky and Kinger have a good relationship, they aren’t really friends that hang out on their own time, but if they are ever in a group then they’d interact.

- Slinky loves to knit and crochet, and she made a task to knit everyone a tiny plush to have. She gave Kinger a tiny stag beetle plush, and he adores it so much, it’s right on his bed. ☠️ (perhaps I could make another post listing all the plushies Slinky made for everyone but idkkk only if it’s inquired about)

- They are the two shyest? Of the whole group, not inherently shy but the most quiet unless spoken to and definitely most anxiety filled. They have an unspoken code of certain looks they give eachother that they can instantly understand.

- In Kingers full honesty, if he was given the chance to choose a person to be in his team for an adventure and Queenie was taken, he’d choose Slinky. She’s just a very patient individual and he thinks he goes well with someone like that.

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Kaufmo:

- Their friendship is like trying to combine oil and water.. they don’t mix easily… They have respect for one another, an extent of it and Kinger probably has more than Kaufmo but they have very different conflicting personalities.

- Kaufmo is prickly and pessimistic most of the time, however I do want to think around Kinger he hold back a little. These two ended up being the last of the old cast, they’ve been through alot together…

- Kaufmo hates lovey dovey stuff, god forbid Kinger even rests a hand on Queenies side or something- he WILL point it out like a toddler grossed out by seeing their parents kiss.

- I think after Queenie abstracts it really changes. I want to assume that is when Kinger finally fully lost every marble he was hanging onto and Kaufmo.. well he realized how much he really missed those two together.

- Post Queenie, I think their relationship evolves from annoyance to much more understanding, not knowing eachother too personally as one would hope, given their circumstances but they would still go out of their way for a quick “are you okay?”

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Peepo:

- Peepo is a super sweet guy, and I’d say he was a good acquaintance of Kingers just for the fact there wasn’t too many guys and they were both very friendly.

- Peepo was the first to arrive of this old group, so he was much like in Kingers place with the current crew. However he’s not crazy because this is likely to beginning of when people started to get trapped in the game still, and not too much time had even passed. Aka, more people were entering than abstracting most definitely.

- Anyway, to touch up on the above one, because of this he has a sort of natural leadership over everyone, people seem to seek him out on information about the world just because he’s been there the longest. This includes Kinger! To Peepo, if he needed a right hand man he actually really relied on Kinger.

- There’s a small place by the digital lake that no one knows about except Peepo. When the sun starts to set he almost always likes to just.. go outside the tent and walk to it, and the only person he ended up showing was Kinger. It became sort of a spot for just them to talk, which is likely what made them closer. Kinger later would use this exact spot to ask Queenie out…Jumping to canon, the only person who knows of the spot now is Kinger, and he often goes there to seclude himself.

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Moppsy:

- Even though I put her here, I can’t really come up with anything! I use Moppsy as the first abstraction Kinger would witness, and likely didn’t really know her or have a relationship with her. Putting her here to include this though!

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Pomni:

- Woo!! Og cast now!! I think Pomni and Kinger will get along well given time. While Kinger is certainly.. eclectic in his personality at this point in his stay in the circus, I think Pomni would be comfortable talking to him about things more than Jax or Zooble, who knows! Just based on what I know from the pilot.

- Kinger used to invite anyone and everyone into the pillow forts he made, but once majority of the old cast abstracted I’d assume he stopped completely, instead using it as his own safe haven. However, Pomni is the first one that he very awkwardly asks if she would like to come inside, which leads to him feeling more inclined and comfortable to invite the others.

- Kinger notices and thinks Pomni is very different than the others, anyone he’s known so far infact and he probably outright tells her this because he lacks the ability to really filter his thoughts anymore. She doesn’t quite understand the nonsense he babbles out about it, but in the series if Pomni finds the exit or changes the circus for the better or WHATEVER goes on as she’s the protagonist, I’m just gonna say Kinger had a gut feeling from the start.

- Pomni seems to care the most when Kinger wants to show someone a bug, and that can be left up to the interpretation that the others just got tired of him doing it all the time and Pomnis not used to it yet, or she genuinely just tries to nod along and it makes him very happy to get a response.

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Ragatha:

- I think during the whole old cast abstracting and being replaced, if we look at the lineup of how everyone entered, I think Ragatha was the only one to actually know Queenie. Atleast see in person for a while, perhaps.

- I think those two would have gotten along SOOO well but!! This is about Kinger,, and I think Kinger and Ragatha also get along very well. She reminds him of Slinky…

- They both know they don’t talk or vent about their own problems at all, atleast anymore for Kinger. They are both bad at keeping it bottled up inside and while they both understand this about eachother, they don’t pry.

- If anything they have tea together often, and only they know alot about tea and really really enjoy it so it’s like their own bonding thing in a way.

- Ragatha came out to him first as a lesbian for some interesting strange reason, though if we follow my beloved trans Queenie hc I like to apply to things sometimes then she likely did it because she knows Kinger isn’t judgmental on lgbt topics.

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Zooble:

- I enjoy thinking of Zooble as an angsty teenage child compared to Kingers senile old dad energy

- I think in Kingers eyes they seem to get along a little bit but he’s just a tad intimidated. In Zoobles eyes they wouldn’t let anyone know how much they really like Kinger, afterall he’s nothing but sweet when being spoken with. It’s a nice break from.. Jax or Caine, even the others who are very emotional. Yes they can be kind too, but it’s like you don’t have to try with Kinger because he’s so finicky that he doesn’t remember every detail of your interaction to judge you on it anymore.

- I like to think whenever Kinger needs help with something Zooble lets out a dramatic sigh and goes to help him (no one asked them to and anyone else could’ve volunteered but okay Zoob we know you just genuinely like his company)

- Zooble gave him a weighted blanket as a gift to include in his pillow forts once and he had a panic attack while under it once because he couldn’t move (he loves it so so much I promise)

- Again hhh Dad Daughter vibe I really enjoy it I think Queenie would’ve adored Zooble like a mother too plsplsplsolsolsols

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Jax:

- Jax would call Kinger a boomer a lot and it stresses Kinger out so much because he doesn’t know what it means and when he asked Zooble to explain it to him they convinced him it was slur and so Kinger got Caine to censor the word boomer

- Kinger is like genuinely terrified of Jax and how much of a menace he is, he’s never known anyone that acts like this mf its insane

- Kinger does infact has some pet bugs in a large terrarium in his room and because Jax has keys to everyone’s rooms he with steal Kingers bugs (an example, the centipede he put in Ragathas room? Probably Kingers..)

- Kinger honestly tries his best to avoid Jax hhshs

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Gangle:

- Kinger is probably the closest to Gangle of everyone in the current cast.

- Gangle likes to draw and write and ramble and everything to Kinger, even when she has her tragedy mask on, he seems to cheer her up a little just by hanging out near her. Kinger really enjoys it.

- When Gangle does have her happy mask on, it irks something inside Kinger. She really reminds him of Wriggle. And he was much closer to Wriggle than Slinky so.. it bothers him a bit unlike Ragatha being similar to Slinky in few ways.

- She introduced him to anime and while she has a giant ass list of ones she enjoys he’s.. just quite fixated on ghibli movies… he finds them neat.

- They are.. autism buddies.. More so it’s well aware with everyone that Kinger is diagnosed with Autism but Gangle isn’t diagnosed, and Kinger is the only one staring HARD like “hhh ik what you are” fr fr anyway because I hc them both as autistic that’s another reason they tend to group together and get along more.

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spicygambles · 2 months

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Done :)

#sgimsdrawy #hermitship #hermitshipping #mumdoc #featuring quick and messy backgrounds because I'm sleepy and this has taken long enough #👌 to reblog if you'd like #finally done!#I'm going back to sleep #gniiiiiight

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1way2mars · 4 days

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Pazuribe Event Translation - “VS Blue Lock!? Let’s settle it with soccer!” — Part 2

Some of the members from Toman mysteriously end up in Blue Lock! Now it's time to see what Chifuyu, Baji and Draken are up to!

You can read part 1 here!

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☆ I'm not a professional translator and I'm still learning Japanese. That's why some things might not match exactly/could have been better translated/there might be mistakes. This is a great way for me to learn. I put a lot of effort into making the translation as good as they can be!

☆ If you have any comment, question, correction or suggestion, please let me know! Interactions are appreciated (^^ゞ

OPENING STORY

タケミチ、マイキー、三ツ谷が潔と凛に出会っている頃…

Around the time Takemichi, Mikey and Mitsuya were meeting Isagi and Rin…

龍宮寺堅：完全に道に迷ったな

Draken: We’re totally lost.

場地圭介：チッ　アイツらどこ行きやがった

Baji: Tch. Where the hell are they?

松野千冬：見事にはぐれちゃいましたね…　どうしますか？

Chifuyu: We totally went off track… What do we do?

場地圭介：あ～、まああっちにはマイキーいるしなんかあっても返り討ちにすんだろ

Baji: Aah～ Well, they’ve got Mikey with them so if anything goes down, they will turn the tables on them.

松野千冬：それはそうっスけど…　何が起こってる全くわからないでし。早めに合流したいですね

Chifuyu: That’s true but… we have no clue what’s going on. I want to meet up with them as soon as possible.

場地圭介：ああ…　にしてもめんどくせーなぁ　とりあえず誰か見つけたらボコって話聞けんだけどな…

Baji: Aah… What a pain. For now, if we find someone, I’m gonna beat the hell out of them and make them listen…

龍宮寺堅：おい、あんまり問題起こすなよ　これ以上ややこしくすんな

Draken: Oy, don’t start any trouble. Don’t make things more complicated.

場地圭介：わーってるよ

Baji: Aaall right.

松野千冬：とりあえずここの扉開けてみます？

Chifuyu: Do you wanna open the door here for now?

場地圭介：そうだな

Baji: Yeah.

ウィーン

Wiiin

？？？（蜂楽廻）：ねぇねぇ早く次やろうよ！

??? (Bachira): Hey, hey let’s do the next one quickly!

？？？（凪誠士郎）：え～めんどくさい

??? (Nagi): Eh～ What a hassle.

松野千冬：あ！人いましたよ！

Chifuyu: Ah! There were people!

？？？（蜂楽廻）：あれ～？見たこと無い人がいる～

??? (Bachira): Huh～? I’ve never seen before～

？？？（凪誠士郎）：ほんとだ、誰？

??? (Nagi): For real, who are you?

松野千冬：あー　ちょっと聞きたいことがあんだけど

Chifuyu: Ahー I have something I want to ask you.

？？？（凪誠士郎）：この人達スーツ着てない

??? (Nagi): They aren’t wearing an equipment.

？？？（蜂楽廻）：ほんとだ～！もしかして不審者？

??? (Bachira): That’s true～! Maybe they’re dodgy people?

松野千冬：はぁ？不審者なわけねぇーだろ！

Chifuyu: Hah? No way we are dodgy!

龍宮寺堅：オレ達もよくわかんねぇが、気が付いたらここにいたんだ

Draken: We have no idea either, but we were here when we realised it.

？？？（蜂楽廻）：嘘っぽいなぁ～

??? (Bachira): Seems like a lie～

場地圭介：ハァ　どいてろドラケン、千冬ぅ

Baji: Hah. Get out of the way, Draken, Chifuyu.

松野千冬：場地さん…？

Chifuyu: Baji-san…?

STORY BEFORE THE BOSS

松野千冬：場地さん…？

Chifuyu: Baji-san…?

場地圭介：オラァ！

Baji: Take that!

？？？（凪誠士郎）：！！

??? (Nagi): !!

？？？（蜂楽廻）：ほい！

??? (Bachira): Hey!

パチィ！！

Snap!!

場地圭介：チッ

Baji: Tch.

龍宮寺堅：場地！ややこしくすんな！！

Draken: Baji! Don’t make it difficult!!

松野千冬：テメェ！場地さんに何しやがる！！

Chifuyu: You asshole! What the hell did you do to Baji-san!!

？？？（蜂楽廻）：先に手を出してきたのはそっちでしょ

??? (Bachira): You were the one to throw the first punch.

？？？（絵心甚八）：そこまでだ

??? (Ego): That’s enough.

場地圭介：なんだ？

Baji: What?

？？？（絵心甚八）：拳だの暴力だのに頼るのはナンセンスだ　ここは”青い監獄（ブルーロック）”勝敗はサッカーで決めろ

??? (Ego): It makes no sense to rely on fists and violence. This place is “Blue Lock” and we decide the outcome with soccer.

松野千冬：急に話に入ってきて何なんだテメェ！！

Chifuyu: And why the hell are you suddenly getting into the conversation!!

絵心甚八：俺の名前は絵心甚八　その部屋にストラックアウトが出るようになってるから　じゃーね

Ego: My name is Ego Jinpachi. Soccer goal targets are supposed to appear in that room so… See you.

？？？（蜂楽廻）：いーね！じゃあ早速始めよー！

??? (Bachira): Cooool! Then let’s start immediately!

？？？（凪誠士郎）：めんどくさいけど勝ってさっさと寝たい

??? (Nagi): What a pain, but let’s win so I can go to sleep.

場地圭介：なんでそっちのルールに従わなきゃ…

Baji: Why should we follow those rules…

松野千冬：いーぜ！さっさと負かして出口に案内させてやる

Chifuyu: Hell yeah! We’ll quickly defeat them and I’ll make you show us the exit.

場地圭介：おい、勝手に…

Baji: Oy, do as you please…

？？？（蜂楽廻）：そうこなくっちゃ！

??? (Bachira): That’s more like it!

場地圭介：チッ　テメエら話を聞け！！！

Baji: Tch. You listen to me!!!

龍宮寺堅：はぁ～　マイキー達は大丈夫か…？

Draken: Hah～ Are Mikey and the others okay…?

STORY AFTER THE BOSS

松野千冬：ッシャア！！どうだ！！！

Chifuyu: Raaaah!! How you like that!!!

蜂楽廻：すごい！2枚抜き～！ねぇねぇそういえば名前、考えてなかったよね！俺は蜂楽廻！君たちの名前は？

Bachira: Amazing! Two in a row～! Hey hey that reminds me, I didn’t think about your names! I’m Bachira Meguru. Your names are?

松野千冬：オレは松野千冬　そしてこちらのカッケー人がオレの尊敬する場地圭介さんだ！

Chifuyu: I’m Matsuno Chifuyu. And that cool person I respect is Baji Keisuke.

場地圭介：てめぇ、オレの名前まで勝手に紹介してんじゃねぇ

Baji: You, don’t introduce my own name at your own convenience.

松野千冬：すみません！

Chifuyu: I’m sorry!

龍宮寺堅：オレは龍宮寺堅　ドラケンでいいぜ

Draken: I’m Ryuguji Ken. Draken is fine.

蜂楽廻：君たち面白いね～あっちで寝てるのは凪ね

Bachira: You all are so fun～ The one sleeping over there is Nagi.

場地圭介：アイツ自分が蹴る時しか起きねぇけど…

Baji: He can barely stay awake when kicking…

蜂楽廻：めんどくさがりなんだよね

Bachira: He’s a slacker.

松野千冬：めんどくさがりの域超えてんな

Chifuyu: That’s more than being a slacker.

花垣武道：おー！！いた！マイキー君！３人ともいました！

Takemichi: Ooh!! Found it! Mikey-kun! All three are here!

佐野万次郎：お、オマエらもサッカーしてたんだ

Mikey: Oh, you are also playing soccer.

潔世一：蜂楽達と一緒にいたのか～

Isagi: So you were with Bachira and the rest.

佐野万次郎：コイツがあのメガネのやつのところまで案内してくれるんだって

Mikey: This guy is guiding us to that glasses guy's place.

場地圭介：��こに行けば帰れんのか？だったらさっさと行こうぜ　流石にねみぃ

Baji: If we go there, can we go back home? If that’s the case, let’s go right now! I’m really sleepy.

・・・

潔世一：ここだよ

Isagi: It’s here

ウィーン

Wiiin

潔世一：絵心さん、失礼します　外部と連絡を取りたいという人たちが…　多分どっかの中学生かなとおもうんですが…

Isagi: Ego-san, excuse me. There’s some people who want to contact the outside… I think they might be middle schoolers…

絵心甚八：ん？中学生？そんなのどこにいるんだ？

Ego: Mh? Middle schoolers? Where are they?

潔世一：え？いやここに…　あれ！？いない！？あのストラックアウトで勝負してた中学生たちを連れてきたはず…

Isagi: Eh? No, they’re here… Eh? They aren’t!? You should have brought the middle schoolers that were competing at the soccer goal targets…

絵心甚八：何のことだ？

Ego: What are you talking about?

潔世一：え！絵心さんがモニターから指示出してたじゃないですか！？

Isagi: Eh! Weren’t you giving us instructions from a monitor!?

絵心甚八：俺はそんあの知らない

Ego: I have no idea about that.

潔世一：え、えーーーー！！

Isagi: Eh, EEEEEH!!

・・・

花垣武道：んっ…　あれ？ここは…

Takemichi: Mhh… Eh? Is this…

松野千冬：戻ってきてる！

Chifuyu: We are back!

龍宮寺堅：マジで何だったんだ…？

Draken: Seriously, what was that…?

松野千冬：さっきのヤツら意外といいヤツらでしたね

Chifuyu: Those dudes back there were surprisingly nice.

花垣武道：そうだな～あの凛って人はちょっと怖かったけど

Takemichi: Yeah～ But that guy Rin was a little bit scary.

佐野万次郎：オレはアイツとの勝負けっこう楽しかったよ

Mikey: I had a lot of fun competing against him.

三ツ谷隆：でも無事に帰ってこれてよっかたよ

Mitsuya: But I’m glad we are back home without any issue.

佐野万次郎：だな　ふあ～あ、オレ眠くなってきた

Mikey: Agree. Yaaawn, I’m getting sleepy.

場地圭介：オレも帰って寝てぇ　バイクを流すのはまた日改めてにしようぜ

Baji: I’m also going back home to sleep. Let’s ride our bikes another day.

花垣武道：はい！またご指導お願いします！

Takemichi: Yes! I appreciate your guidance!

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 2

蜂楽廻：ふ～ん、結構やるね！

Bachira: Okaay, you’re doing well!

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 5

蜂楽廻：面白くなってきた！

Bachira: Things are getting interesting!

STORY AFTER DEFEATING BOSS LVL. 10

蜂楽廻：おぉ！2枚抜き！！

Bachira: Ooh! Two in a row!!

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greenouillee · 27 days

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#finally done!#very happy with how it's gone managed to write about almost everything I wanted to #but also. so glad it's over #mathblr

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lucyjung · 1 year

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Yellowverse but abs ...

#steven universe #su #su au #yellowverse #su yellow diamond #yellow diamond #dark yellow #shadow #mermaid yellow #shark #kingdom yellow #human yellow #my art #finally done!#love them so much

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riverwithoutbanks · 1 year

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Dean Winchester is saved.

Other versions under the cut.

#this has been a ride #finally done!#tell me which one you like best #i'll reblog this post with the translation of the enochian text as soon as i can #I think I forgot to take it with me when I moved #Yes. I've been working on this for like 6 months. What do you mean time management?#spn #spn fanart #castiel #castiel fanart #art nouveau inspired #destiel #destiel fanart #dean winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanart #my fanart #btw tell me if you'd like to be tagged in the future

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erigold13261 · 6 months

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"Phone Call"

Some people are just really hard to get a hold of.

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr oc #spiderverse #nsr yinu #nsr synthia #nsr sharon #nsr 1010 #nsr maragold #nsr carna #peni parker #eriverse #crossover #eriarts #finally done!#had this in my head since i made synthia and sharon #:3

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theoneofmanyofficial · 2 months

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Birthday Part 5

This should be the final part. I don't think I forgot anybody

(Long post with the screenshot from birthday lines round 2)

But...? Why "but"?! You better not be doubting yourself over there! I'm sure whatever you chose was perfect and thoughtful and unique and will be appreciated because you are worthy of head pats just for existing!

Yeah, but "scores of people" ain't you! They don't have your smile! 🥺

(Had me worried there for a sec, but Jamil get head pats for existing)

That's all you need to say! I already love it! Head pats guarenteed!

(I'm just realizing that this party might have too many desserts that we're gonna have to try. Good thing we have Grim to help us! RIP to my stomach though)

Bro, you do not have to reassure me! I already know it tastes good. I don't even know what a pound cake looks like so I'm sure it's the best looking one I've ever seen!

In fact, I think I'll give myself 2 slices of this cake because I know I'm gonna love it!

(RIP to my stomach x2)

Head pats for Silver! (Even if he didn't smile, but I'm gonna imagine he smiles after we tell him how delicious his cake is)

Not gonna lie, he sounds like he ripped this off a birthday card

Head pats for Cater though. Look at that smile!

You remembered! 😃

Of course, of course! I've already added everyone's birthday to every calendar I own!

I swear I'll have one serious attempt at drawing you by the time your birthday comes around!

Will we get to see this gargoyle? It's getting such high praise from the gargoyle expert so now I wanna see it

(He looks so proud of himself lol How could I not give him head pats?)

For that smile you gave me, yes! VERY YES!

And be sure to enthusiastically share every detail I need to know about the gargoyle while you're at it

(Bro doesn't realize that gargoyles aren't the reason I would go to these viewings)

Many head pats for this horn man so he doesn't catch me staring at his smile while he's trying to educate me

And we're done! Hurray! Head pats to everyone! Can't wait to see what happens in round 3!

Now I'm going to take a nap for a few days. Hopefully, Leona will have that song ready by then lol

#finally done!#i triple checked so no one should be forgotten #sad that Silver didn't smile #he's like the only one who didn't smile #even Sebek decided to smile this year #maybe our friendship with Silver will be stronger next year #and he will smile for us then #anyways i love the progress everyone's made since the round 1 birthday lines #head pats for everyone!#twisted wonderland #twst #jamil viper #twst silver #cater diamond #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia

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Glorestor: 5 Times They Denied (Final)

+ 1 time They Did Not.

From the POVs of the various folks around the 2 elves who are convinced they are courting, or betrothed, even though they were told otherwise.

OOC as always is all on me and canon is super hazy now but ahhh I tried

The final part! Thank you esp @mae-it-be-an-evening-dhros @tamilhobbit @the-dreaming-plastic-dinosaur for following this indulgent writing of mine as part of me coping with things and being so kind to my first experiment writing based on Tolkien's works!

Sometimes, its the kindest ones who break the most.

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6] Elrond Earendilion

Elrond is tired.

Here he sits on Celebrian's favourite bench in their balcony, watching the blazing crimson sun setting over the cliffs of his beloved Imladris. The light flooding the valley with endless red. Like fire, burning the skies, dripping into the water flowing endlessly, the life blood of all in this realm.A swallow chirps and lands on his shoulder, weightlessly and with ease.

Vilya pulses with every breath and each pulse of his fea as Elrond feels the fine well of power entangling around him. The Lord have been feeling the weariness of the ages sinking deep and clinging heavy on his bones.

The dull weight of it all drags on, settling on his spirit, plunging into depths unknown, rolling down and down, pulling into a deep, dark ocean beyond even Ulmo's reach.

Deeper.

And deeper.

And deep-

"-rond? Elrond!"

Elrond gets startled out of his darkening thoughts as the little swallow flutters off and faces the one face that he had always known.

One he and his brother have come to known as warmth and safety since they were but tiny elflings. Against the burning sky, Erestor stands before him, bent low with a gentle hand over his own, the one that bears the weight of power. The older ellon's cold hands cooling unlike the overbearing heat of his own skin. His slate green eyes dark, filled with a wide array of emotions unspoken, swirling in those orbs.

Right now, his Chief Councillor has forgone his usual heavy black robes, except for his elegant brocade robe of office over a tunic and leggings. The gold earcuff and feanorian earring shinning brightly.His twin blades strapped by his side and a crimson red scarf. No longer a mere advisor, Erestor and a select few of his staff have taken up the duty as the last means of defense of the Valley with the absence of Glorfindel and their troops.

Yet to Elrond, before him is not his Councillor and advisor, but one he and his brother have long recognised as another peredhel and claimed as kin of their own.

"Tor."

Elrond shifts and tugs Erestor down to sit beside him, the Lord of Imladris easing away the persona he carries.In his own private quarters, he cares not. The quiet guardian lets him, allowing Elrond to lean his head on his shoulder, his cold hand holding his own.The rare instance where Elrond feels the suppressed fea of the elder, the cold light bringing him familiar comfort. There was always something about the elder's fea he could never explain and he never knew why Erestor did so. Elrond never asked.

"You should not push yourself, Elrond." Erestor whispers.

"This land and many depend on me. As well as those further west. The darkness grows and without the strength of the land, it will be hard on our forces."

"Glorfindel and our warriors are more than capable of defending our borders against the wretched claws of evil and their ilk."Erestor admonishes gently, rubbing mindless circles on the peredhel's hand."You must rest, it will do us no good should you wear yourself thus. Arwen worries too."

"My precious daughter...always so sensitive and thoughtful. Even if I loathe to part from her, she has grown and found her own path. My sons, even if they have not made their choice to sail, they are finding their own place in this world. I cannot help but wonder...where does this leave me?"Elrond whispers his heartache in melancholy, closing his eyes and tries to ease the tension in him.

He is so, so tired. Like a thin piece of string, tattered and worn as time went on.

How he wished he could return to those innocent days! Safe and warm.There were days where he yearned for vague memories of the arms of nana, the hazy and distant gentleness of his adar's hand. Oh! How he longed for Celebrian's infectious joy and light. The ever smiling Celebrimbor's optimism. The ever practical Erenion and his laughter. In all that he had lost, he misses them the most. Dearest Elros by his side as they played with their strong Atto, with Atya singing enthralling songs and wonderous lullabies into the wild breeze.

His heart is so greedy and wants for them all. Fragments of light out of his grasp. Little fragments is all he craves.

"To be honest, when all is over, I had no desire to sail."

Erestor's words throws Elrond out of his maudlin thoughts like a broken glass, bringing everything to a standstill. The air freezes as Elrond's heart sinks, the younger elf turns harshly around as he hears the feanorian's proclamation.

"What?"

"I have long thought I shall fade here. On this very land where my Atar and my Amil have held me and my siblings in their embrace. " Erestor stares at the crimson dusk, "Where it all began, is where I will find my end. The only home I had. Where all my memories are, and have possessed all that I have ever known."

The string breaks.

"You can't!"

Elrond snarls, grabbing Erestor's arms, clinging almost like a desperate man reaching for a distant shore. The son of Earendil and Elwing feels that the abyss have finally caught him in its cold maw, the endless waves of loneliness and loss, regrets and sorrow that he have kept away for so long, now unchained in its fury. He had long known many of the old feanorians and the noldor have thought to remain in Middle Earth, with Imladris as their final Home. However, to hear those words from his longest friend, protector and kin-

The power beneath this land moans painfully with her master's sorrow, clinging to Elrond like a child seeking solace.

"Everyone I have known and love are lost and gone. Forsaken and abandoned! I cannot! I cannot lose you as well, Tor!"

Elrond gives in as he finally wails, wretched and tormented, ages of heartache and desires bursting forth. The remaining one finally starts to crumble under the weight he has borne.

Dear Erestor who watched over him and Elros, and sheltered them after Maedhros and Maglor were gone. The one they have taken as their older sibling. Who had held them in the cold, somber nights in Lindon, with battered bloodied hands and lustrous raven locks shorn from his head. Who mourned with him the death of their beloved Elros, and the fall of his legacy. The one built with him this haven and held his own children with the same gentle hands filled with scars. The one who kept him and his children going as Celebrain's ship sailed.

Elrond has had enough.

"I don't want to lose anyone anymore. Please, Tor. You are all I have left..." was all Elrond could plead with what selfishness he could find in him.

He is a healer, he has seen broken hurts and deep wounds buried in the soul, mending each unspoken pain little by little with what strength he carries.

But who would bear and heal the pain of the healer then?

"Oh, Elrond..."

The old feanorian caresses his face in tender hold, wiping away the tears he have not realised were there from his redden cheeks. Bathed in ephemeral crimson light, the two companions through the ages holds the other quietly.

"Do not weep." Erestor whispers into his ear as he embraces the younger peredhel in sorrow.

"I will not lie, that was my thought for the longest time, to remain in the land where my amil and my siblings have laid to rest before passing into the Halls. I am tired, truth be told. Yet with all that has happened recently... watching you, the young ones, even Bilbo and the Dwarrow and Edain, and all who have came to this haven we have forged...I find myself wondering, if I could find that courage that you all have shown to walk a different path?"

Erestor then turns back towards Arien, watching the crimson setting sun. While Elrond stares up wonder at this Erestor who is still that calm and mighty guardian, yet different all the same. Within his eyes, they seem to hold a different light. A light that he feels in their shared bond of kinship in their fea, a burning ember chasing away the creeping darkness that have grown far and deep away inside.

And Elrond feels.

Things then swiftly happen in immediate succession, like something in the distance shattered and mended. A change in the air as that unseen miasma of dread it lifts as the birds cry. Vilya shudders, the elven ring trembling in resonance, before finally dimming itself into almost nothingness.

The horn of the Valley resounds.

An age ends. Another shall soon begin.

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The residents of Imladris awaits at the square for the troops returning, bearing the wounded and the lost, but triumphant still with news of the destruction of Sauron and his Ring. Elrond bears his mantle once more with his circlet and heavy robes embroidered with patterns of gliding stars, hollow still but no longer in deep woe.

Vilya remains silent.

Their Lord descends to welcome their armies and the Edain back Home. Arwen remains close by his side, dressed in silver and silk. His daughter, ever empathic and sensitive. Her quiet presence a balm after that release of emotions welled up and sealed in him through the ages, bringing about much relief to his weary heart.

Bilbo Baggins, even with his body growing old and frail now that the final connection as Ringbearer is lost, hobbles slowly beside him in careful steps. The Hobbit probably hopeful for some news of his nephew and the fellowship.

A long welcoming horn sounds and there beyond the bridge, they see Glorfindel, glowing with the light of Aman, leading their victorious warriors and the last of their wounded home. Elrond's heart gladden to see them safe once more. As the Lord of Imladris, Elrond breathes in deeply the refreshing clean air, ready to give a speech to welcome them all home-

Right before he could get a word out, a blur of a shadow darts out, his Chief Councillor leaps elegantly past the many steps and simply crashes straight into his Captain dismounting Asfaloth. His favourite crimson scarf falling and lays forgotten in his wake.

The Golden Lord would have fallen over by the sudden unexpected impact from being pounced upon him if not for his unnatural strength. The Balrog-slayer dropping his helm and swiftly catching the dark haired elf with a hand on his back and another placed almost naturally on his assailant's bottom with no hesitation. The startled warrior's surprised noise also does not hinder Erestor in the slightest as he wraps his arms around the taller ellon and greets him.

Head on with a hard kiss.

Elrond nearly chokes.

The world seems to stop in that instant. Not a soul breathes. Not even as the caravan and wagons of the wounded behind holler at what was on with the hold up from behind. Asfaloth simply snorts in disbelief with a shake of his great head only a horse can, and wisely chooses to trot further away.

Everyone else remains still. Not even willing to move a muscle as the couple parted after a long heated kiss before a stunned audience, heaving with adrenaline and foreheads touching close.Unbothered and unconcerned.The silence is deafening, before someone finally speaks.

"Marry me, Laure." Erestor whispers, breathless.

Glorfindel gasps. His eyes bright with emotions, wild and free. The Hero of Gondolin could only gaze at his partner wordlessly filled with a fierce passion and endearing love.

"Eres? You are certain? You know we do not have to. I care not for oaths or promises or ceremonies, but only you by my side. My fea knows only you, forever and always. I am content!”

"No!"

Erestor's hands clutches into the white cape of their Captain, his eyes fierce with raw determination, their unbridled Tempest.

"No more I shall fear of the unknown. Neither of Oaths nor Doom. Even if I am damned to the Void, even if I must claw my way out of the abyss, I will find my way back to you! It is you, and only you that I will hold till the end of all of Eru's Songs! I want to be one with you meldanya*. I am ready."

If there was a tear from either of them, no one could say for they were so enthralled by the words they share.

“My brave Eres! Have I not told you before? May it be in the light of grace or endless Void, all I care is you as you are. It will never change! If it is what you desire, then let us become one! None will keep you from me, for what use is my poor existence if I cannot keep my heart by my side?" Glorfindel smiles, holding Erestor close with no concern to the travel-worn state he is in. With a lighter, softer peck upon the soft lips of his partner.

“You need not protect me. Just, stay beside me, as I face what is ahead, that is all I shall ask. ” Erestor whispers softly. It was plain for all to see, even with that cool mein, their ever stern Councillor was basking in the raw light of love.

“That I can do.”Glorfindel returns with a soft laugh, eager and proud in their joy.

"I am sorry. I am sorry it took so long."

"Nay, it matters not for we are here at last, and what do you know? I am ready too." Glorfindel then pulls Erestor into a deep embrace.

"Let us be bound, Eres, and never be apart."

"Aye."

Elrond does not know why or how but watching this all unfold before his eyes, his two friends finally answering to those unspoken feelings that they have all long known felt like a refreshing air of relief for himself. The Lord can only give a loud laugh at the incredulous timing in the whirlwind of it all. Like a chapter coming to an end on its own.

Their happiness is so infectious and warm, that it urges the half-elven on with an unexpected impulsiveness as he descends down the steps to meet the couple. His arms reaching out and pulling them into a hug with his dear friends. Which causes the trio of Lords to nearly fall over into an unseaming heap if not for Glorfindel and Erestor pulling Elrond and each other safe on their feet on the solid ground.

"Mellyn nin! Does this mean we can safely deem that you are both together? After so many years, we are to have a wedding in the Valley then?" The Lord of Imladris smiles, feeling lighter than ever.

The couple shares a an uncharacteristically shy look, probably realising their open affections have been on full on display. The two shuffling awkwardly, as Glorfindel pulls back his golden braid and Erestor straightening his robes. Even as their hands remain clasped together through the motions.

"Aye."

"We are."

With that the dam breaks and there are cheers and roars from all around. The felicitations and laughter blooming and loud, even out beyond the gates, voices echoing far across Imladris.

Elrond even spots several bags of coin being passed around. Looks like the age old wagers have ended, one that he was unfortunately unable to participate out of fairness and status. His foresight definitely did not foresee any of this, Elrond can be certain, despite whatever one may believe. There were some hands passing over even to a rather eager Bilbo and...Arwen!? Elrond gives his daughter a incredulous stare of dismay with a raise of his brow, but Arwen simply wiggles the bag and mouths, "Aragon's!"

Right.

"But we will not be having a wedding."

The sounds all come back to a halt, leaving the birds to continue with their delightful song.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Everyone gets startled by the suddden aggressive shout and turns to its unlikely source. The ever polite and dutiful Steward of the House, Head Minstral of the bards, Lindir, stands in utter dismay and fury. A look of disdain upon his face with a hand clutching his robes in great horror. Elrond is rather certain its overly dramatic and very much out of character for the usually placid minstrel.

"No! No! Absolutely no! I have waited for an age for this and I refuse to accept-Its not how things are done! I made plans! I drafted songs! I will be vindicated! I WILL SEE A WEDDING!" Lindir declares with a glorious wave of his sleeves. Some of the household staff can be seen nodding in agreement.

Alright, he stands corrected with further observation. The little sleeve sweep was so much that he is reminded of Atya. Lindir certainly has enough flair to match with the Noldor he admires.

The couple can only simply blink blankly in response.

"But, we do not have the resources allocated for it, Lindir. Besides, we are short on time, we must prepare for our Arwen's wedding and for our House to journey forth to Gondor. There is also our wounded and our dead to care for, either way, it is not feasible at all." Their ever calculating and planning Councillor explains calmly.

"I politely disagree, my Lord Erestor."

Everyone now turns to Saelbeth who is the one to interrupt his mentor with a bow. His hands tucked in his sleeves as he steps forward from the group of councillors gathered.

"We not only have an abundance of resources stored, our staff and soldiers are more than capable and equipped to run autonomously. In fact, much of the preparations have already begun. Our household is more than proficient to handling the arrangements should our Lords be amendable in our suggestion."

Erestor narrows his sharp eyes at his protege, who is undaunted by the fierce look. As if the feanorian did not expect the efficiency he has implemented in this House to choose now of all times to work against him of all things.

Glorfindel gives a slight cough which sounded suspiciously like a laugh.

"We are also, able to oversee the duties of our troops as needed, if necessary." Deputies Laica and Thandor concurred from behind without prompt.

Which only earns them a careful glance from their Commander, one that the soldiers have chosen to disregard. Glorfindel rolls his eyes with an unbelivable shake of his head, muttering something along the lines of 'insubordination'.

"To be honest, Eres and I, we have both desired to only be wed simply by bonding. For our kin and friends here in our beloved home to recognise it, is more than enough." Their Captain elaborates, although this answer just seem to infuriate the usually calm minstrel even more, that the sindar is made speechless as he tries to breathe with his staff supporting him behind.

Elrond is a little guilty to find the whole situation a tad comical in any other circumstances.

"You will both not grant me the chance to witness an elven Wedding in my Home before I leave?"

They all turn around and come face to face with his daughter. Their beloved princess, their Evenstar, reaching out to hold their hands in hers. She gazes at her mentors and guardians with those gentle eyes, glimmering and full of hope under the golden rays of a new age of peace.

"Arwen-" Erestor began but Arwen urges him to listen with a shake of her head.

"Uncle Erestor, Uncle Glorfindel. Long have I wished to see you joined and blessed in ceremony. Will you not grant me this? Please?"

With that, Elrond can see the couple's resolve fall. Which was not surprising. For the two loved his daughter as though his children were their own since they were born. Elrond remembers the nights he and Celebrian handed his children to the two, watching them care for the young little elflings with so much care and selfless love.

Although that little spark in Arwen eyes is a little too obvious. Elrond gives his daughter an exasperated but fond look for that. It is somewhat reassuring to know his children all have not lost all of their playful innocence after all they have experienced in life and will carry them forth in what lies ahead.

Erestor manages to resist for a good while before giving a resigned sigh. He shares a knowing look with Glorfindel who returned with a wistful shrug.

"We can compromise, I suppose. Who needs tradition anyway in our haven, a Home for all walks of life?"

And compromise they did.

After mourning for the ones that have passed and comfoting those who grieved, the rest of Imladris sang for all, for those who cry and those who are to heal, and for everlasting peace.

Until the voices cease and raises once more in the flurry of excitement and chaos. The whole of Imladris prepares for the journey to Gondor and Arwen's wedding. Here in Imladris, where all of the elves from every clan have settled and called home for more than an age all prepare in their strange mix of elven customs hashed together in celebration.

On the night before their departure and their supposed wedding ceremony, Glorfindel and Erestor disappears, while Imladris makes merry in the name of the married couple.

The duo only emerges once more at the break of dawn, with Arien's greeting upon them. Glorfindel and Erestor appear, walking down the path from the sea of beech trees serenely, dressed in beautiful robes that Elrond has vaguely remembered from years long ago on one autumn eve. Their hair braided in a mix of noldor and vanyar patterns. They bear no wedding rings, but upon their brow, rests the circlet of their mate, with golden flowers shining against raven dark hair, and an elaborate twisting weaves gleaming upon glowing gold locks. It was plain for all to see, the marriage bond is complete and proud.

They stand before The Lord of Imladris and Arwen by his side, Lindir standing nearby bearing the ceremonial water from the Bruinen with almost the entirety of the Last Homely House welcoming the newly bonded Lords back with flowers. With bended knee, they greeted him and presented each other as their rightfully bonded mate, awaiting for his blessing. One that Elrond is more than eager to give, as he holds their warm hands in his.

Warm?

Under all that happiness, Elrond suddenly senses a familiar light in Erestor as well. Elrond feels, and is surprised to find Erestor's fea dancing unbound, like a little ember on a quiet eve. With Glorfindel's powerful light mingling through like blooming vines, caressing across the shared connection. He simply cannot put a finger to no matter how he tried. Although he is unable to give much thought to it with most of his House eager to approach and congratulate the newly wedded couple until the time comes that they must leave for the long journey to Arwen's future.

Elrond watches it all, as he had done through the ages. A sense of acceptance settles within him as he urges his mount on, taking the first step out of Imladris with his daughter and friends by his side, and the elves of Imladris following behind.

Elrond turns to the boundless skies beyond.

Everyone is finding their own path, its probably time he walks down his own as well.

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Flags flutter in the wind. Sails are prepared, and the ships are ready. Elrond observes as everyone else bid farewell to friends and kin. He has already made his goodbyes to his children but as a father, it is still difficult to part with them, forever his and Celebrian's treasured little ones. Bilbo and Frodo are huddling with their kin while Galadriel and Mithrandir speak with Cirdan in quiet voices.

It is hard to comprehend that he himself is finally leaving these shores for some place he has only heard and never seen. May it be from tales in the books or words of others. The unknown seems so difficult to grasp now that he is facing it.

"Elrond."

Elrond turns and sees Erestor and Glorfindel approaching, probably done with overseeing things.

"Tor." Elrond indulges a childish whim, greeting his advisor the nickname out in the open. Before he is pulled into a warm embrace by his old companion.

"Be safe. Be happy."

"I will."

A press of their foreheads, the two part, before Glorfindel hugs Elrond as well.The warrior's arms folding over his form, strong yet gentle. Oh Glorfindel! Fair and selfless, who protected him and his family since the days of old, always cheerful and supportive. The defender of Imladris who sang so beautifully and made the flowers dance. Who also have the terrible habit of enabling little elflings with too much sugar and making him laugh.

He will miss them both dearly. His precious friends who have walked by his side.

"Send my regards to Celebrian and everyone there, alright?"

"Are you both sure you are staying?" Elrond asks once more, just to be sure.

Now that Glorfindel's duty is done, he is to return to Valinor. Erestor, now his husband and mate meant that he too, will sail with his beloved. Yet, the couple has elected to remain in Middle Earth and Imladris for sometime yet.

"Someone has to watch over Elladan and Elrohir. As well as those who seek to sail in the coming years, who will need guidance as they pass through the Last Homely House. Celeborn alone would not be possible!" Glorfindel remarks lightly in jest.

"It would not be long." Erestor reassures.

A bell sounds, and Cirdan calls for those looking to sail to finally board the ship. In that moment, the reality of the situation finally sinks in for Elrond like a skipping pebble finally falling into the water.

He looks back at his friends, who returns with an encouraging nod and a wave.With a deep breath, Elrond steps forward and onwards.

As everyone boards, Elrond notices Galadriel turning pointedly towards Erestor without a word. Who simply gives a small nod in acknowledgement to the Lady while Glorfindel keeps a hand proudly on his mate's waist. Galadriel gives a cryptic nod in return, and turns to board the ship.

As the hobbits follow along with Mithrandir, Erestor suddenly strides up, calling for Bilbo. The old hobbit and his nephew turns back towards the feanorian in wonder. It is then, Elrond sees Erestor removing his treasured earring bearing the feanorian star, bending down and handing it carefully into Bilbo's thin hands.

"I do not know what good this may do, but I hope it will aid you in what you seek in some way."

"And... should anyone ask?"

Erestor and Bilbo share a long moment in silence, before the old hobbit grips onto the gift with a new found strength in his old hands with grateful acceptance. Mithrandir watches on, curious and full of mirth, but wisely chooses not interfere as they move on.

The anchors are pulled. The wind picks up and the gulls sing an ode to bid them farewell.

Farewell to Middle Earth! Farewell to everything and all! As the Eldar and the ringbearers leave behind all they have known and onwards into another realm, into another journey unknown. The breeze grows strong and the waves rushes, pushing them on and into the light-

"Elrond!"

The Peredhel turns back and sees Erestor running upon the docks, robes in hand and shouting towards the ocean with little care for his usual decorum. Glorfindel following close behind, waving brightly and so enthusiastically, almost like a maniac should one stumble upon the sight.

"Go! My kin! We will be just right behind!"

"The journey will be awhile! Do not miss us! It will not be long and you shall have company to keep you busy, dear Elrond!"

Elrond blinks back a tear at his silly friends and laughs.

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There was only so much one can do out in the vast and endless sea in close quarters with many others. However, Elrond has found comfort watching the stars and his Adar sail across the night skies, wondering in the quiet of his mind.

When the shores of the West are finally sighted, many are excited, though for a break in endless voyage or beauty of it, Elrond could not be certain. As they all clamouring and crowding on the bow for a glimpse of the blessed realm.

Yet the unexpected always happen when one least expects it.

With a loud cry resounding into the air breaking the peace, everyone on the ship are soon startled out of their watchful gaze of the their eternal home. Elrond jumps up, sprinting to the bottom of the deck to the storage where lies its source. Where a pale Frodo stares incredulously at an open box.

Galadriel arrives as well and they share a questioning look, leaving Mithrandir to quickly tend to the startled hobbit on the floor of the ship. Bilbo slowly joins in, offering a pat of comfort to his kin, though the old adventurer seems oddly calm by the chaos. Sounds of movement from the opened box increase with intensity, each rustling and rattling growing louder much like Elrond's own heartbeat. There is no foulness or evil in the air, but age old instincts has them on edge all the same.

With careful steps, Elrond approaches the crate first with Galadriel following close behind.

Cautiously, they all peer inside.

After all these years and in endless joys and unending sorrow, the half elven finds finally feels that burden upon him lifting, a light of hope and his being healing at long last. With quiet tears and a sob of delight, Elrond is finally able to smile again, full and free, as he dives in to embrace the beginnings of healing as his heart soared.

"Atya!"

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*Quenya: my beloved

A/N: I probably could have polished things more but at this point, I think I shall leave it as it is. A rather odd final part I think but I tried? Thank you all for taking the time to read and comment and reblog, you all made my day with each one!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

#the lord of the rings #lotr #the silmarillion #the silm #glorestor #elrond #erestor #glorfindel #lindir #the residents of imladris #arwen #bilbo baggins #frodo baggins #finally done!#dont hurt me im soft #ficlet #glorfindel x erestor #elrond has so nany things to resolve imo

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Towel Mod by Color Traits

This is my Towel Mod Lite made work by color traits. With this version of the mod, the sims will use a towel of their favorite color.

If a sim has more than one favorite color in their inventory, the alphabetically highest one will rule the color. Sims that don't have one will use the white towel.

Important! Sauna towels by color traits mod and the recolors that come with it are required for this mod to work.

The functionality is otherwise the same as with the earlier version of the towel mod so please check its download page for details.

NEW! (19.4.2023) Teen, adult, and elder sims who have 3 or fewer outgoing points will now use bathrobes instead of towels. If you use 3t2 traits, the same applies to sims with never nude or shy traits.

Download (SFS) (alternate) - files are compressed and the required meshes are included.

Update (31.3.2024): Sims are more considerate about changing out of the towel/bathrobe when they go to sleep.

The preg morph mesh for females was fixed by @deedee-sims so that it doesn't add black spots, let this file override the previous one. Fakepeeps7's bathrobes are no longer needed. I moved some of the recolors to the new files and made a few new ones to get a full set.

The teen, adult, and elder bathrobes are barefeet versions of K&B bathrobes. The female meshes are by @whattheskell, @nekosayuri, and DeeDee, and the male meshes are based on conversions by Dustfinger and Cocomama.

Easy Inventory Check is required and Bon Voyage EP is too. Conflicts with similar towel mods (including Epi_TowelModLite which is not needed with this one) as well as with a trait mod called inappropriate_underwearAfterShowerOrBath.

Technical info: the bathrobes are categorized as underwear and sleepwear, and pinned to Bon Voyage.

#ts2 #ts2cc #sims 2 #s2cc #the sims 2 #the sims 2 download #ts2 color traits #dl mods #finally done!

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odetoalostpairofkeys · 10 months

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Guess what! I finished!

I really like how it ended up. I used some markers (fabrics markers I found and kept cause they look so bright) and it actually worked out pretty good I think. The black was iffy, but I still like it (RIP the sharpie pen I killed)

#my art #sky children of the light #sky cotl #traditional art #that sky game #Finally done!#This totally bled through the page in my notebook though :(#Luckily only on some doodles

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lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety · 2 months

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Solar Character Ref

He/him, pan; 5'7; regresses as old as 7 and as young as 3 (tends to stick to the younger age range now), goes nonverbal when especially upset

All flat teeth, no fangs.

Has a crack in his faceplate over his left eye from where his Moon hit him. His left eye is also damaged from his Moon forcibly removing it once, he had to put it back in himself.

Right eye is white with black pupil, left eye has black sclera and a gold pupil. He has difficulty seeing clearly through his damaged eye, so he sometimes has to turn his head to see things better.

Body is covered in various dings and dents. Some from the kids, some from Midnight...

No paws or claws.

Practices witchcraft, identifies as pagan.

Poppy called him bumble, bumblebee, and honeybee. Sun calls him bug when he's regressed.

The body he was put into is a basic solar model. It's orange, but everything about it was initially simple and basic. He gave himself upgrades that allow him to run off of a single charge for days at a time.

Has arthritis in his hands. Not only due to past physical trauma, but also from working nonstop on various projects. He wears his gloves to not only increase his grip strength and protect his hands, but to also mitigate some of the sensory overload he experiences.

Head of maintenance and had to run the daycare all by himself while in his own dimension.

I haven't explicitly said if he has autism (I left that up to interpretation since I don't want to misrepresent it), but he does have sensory processing disorder. He can't stand loud noises, bright lights, or just general over-stimulation (Yeah. Running the daycare was not great...)

"Ya weren't supposed to see that..." "He's...he's gone? Don't we have a backup? Or maybe we can restore his systems!" "No, come on. You don't have time to be sick right now. You're just tired. You're just tired." "Watch over these toys fer Papa, they're really special to 'im. An' I need someone big an' strong ta watch 'em and keep 'em safe. Can ya do that?"

Relationships with:

Sun: Solar still has days where he looks at Sun and sees his own Sun. In fact, when he crashes into regression (because this guy almost never willingly does), he still sees Sun as his Poppy. Not being able to see well out of one eye doesn't help things. But him and Sun get along well! He and Solar have mandated self-care days together, Harvest sometimes joins, and they all have tea together and unwind.

Moon: He and Moon get along really well. They spend a lot of time together engineering and working on tech. But every once in a while, Solar has to remind himself of where he is and who he's with. This isn't his Moon. He knows it.... When he regresses, he sometimes can't be anywhere near Moon. Other times, he wants 'Mama' (and who is Moon to deny him?).

Harvest: Like Harvest and Moon, Solar and Moon spend time together just sitting and watching the chaos. Harvest is trying to teach him how to knit, and he's slowly starting to pick it up.

Bloody: You would think that Solar wouldn't get along well with Bloody because of how high energy he is. On the contrary, Solar is drawn to it and you can find him tossing balls of yarn for him (much to Sun's chagrin, those are his 100% WOOL SKEINS-). Bloody is on the opposite end of the sensory spectrum; where Solar tends to be overstimulated, Bloody seeks out stimulation. But that means that Bloody has plenty of stim toys and things he can share with Solar. Bloody also likes to curl up on Solar's lap for head scratches.

Lunar: Solar tends to either be getting Lunar out of trouble or encouraging the chaos. Solar saw him when they first met and immediately adopted him. Yeah, no, he'll gladly take over watching Lunar every time he's regressed from now on, thanks. Solar is like an older brother to Lunar, and they regularly play Minecraft together.

Kill Code: Solar isn't really sure what to think of Kill Code. He's honestly still confused how he exists, but he doesn't question it too much. As long as he doesn't hurt his family friends, he'll just keep an eye on him...

Past Relationships:

Poppy: Poppy was immediately accepting of him when he first came to be. They worked out a system that allowed both of them to have control of the body at different times. They were also Solar's primary caregiver, especially when Midnight and Poppy had their disagreement. They did their very best to keep Solar from seeing Midnight's true colors and their frequent arguments, but they weren't able to. Poppy was the one to teach Solar witchcraft and herbalism, and Solar still strives to make them proud of him...

Midnight: Solar learned a lot of what he knows about mechanics and engineering from his Moon. He didn't realize his true colors for a long time because Poppy kept it hidden from him so well. Until that point, Midnight was his other caregiver and Solar even called him Mama.

Midnight is the one that caused the majority of Solar's damage. He sometimes didn't even state a reason for when he'd 'punish' him, he'd just grab him and hurt him. Solar prefers to do his own repairs, he doesn't trust anyone else to really do them.

#lwyd nice eclipse #em speaks #mun speaks #character ref #character reference #finally done!#gosh that took way too long...

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oh-hell-help-me · 11 months

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Day 30: Volcanic

To be honest, Luigi didn’t think he’d get this far.

Long before the peace talks and his position as an Ambassador, he wouldn’t have even considered the possibility that he’d get together with Bowser either.

And yet here he is, waiting to be walked down the aisle.

The wedding preparations were a few notches below chaotic, if only because of their large budget and the practice Bowser had in setting them up.

(Something Bowser admitted to having a lot of fun doing, even if they ended up ruined.)

His willing input- something clearly novel for Bowser- was met with excitement. Combined with the luxury of setting up a guest list, menu, floral arrangements, and all the nitty gritty detail work that came with co-planned weddings? Absolutely ecstatic.

And then there’s the dress.

It wasn’t initially Luigi’s idea- the honor would go to Junior- but he was fully on board the moment both Bowser and Wendy started presenting him with ideas, sketches, and swatches of temptingly soft fabric.

(By the time he decided on a style, Bowser was kicked out since ‘grooms weren’t supposed to see the bride's dress before the wedding’. Personally, he thinks Wendy wanted to capitalize on the project.)

The next thing he knew, he was having several fittings with an A-Line dress that showed off his shoulders but still covered his neck and chest- a ‘Backless Halter Neck’, according to Wendy.

Whatever it might be, it’s a dress that makes him comfortable-

Something greatly needed when he also feels a second away from passing out.

Yes, he’s excited to get married. Yes, he’s excited to marry Bowser. Yes, he is sure that he wants to be married now.

But that didn’t take away the sheer terror of facing a new start in his life- to finally commit and be committed to in a way that will span the rest of his life (or Bowser’s life, considering..).

He feels like the world is getting smaller like there isn’t any air, and what if he isn’t meant to be happy and doesn’t deserve-

“Luigi?”

Mario had seen the wedding coming a mile away- even before Mina’s arrival (which he never could have predicted).

Heck, he even anticipated Luigi taking the first step by proposing. Despite his timid nature, his brother was the kind of person to embrace happiness regardless of the potential hardships that might come with it.

It was a trait he always admired his brother for- to have the bravery to try even as he was scared shitless.

And the days leading up to the wedding have cemented that admiration. Every hurdle was overcome with determination. Every conflict between citizens of different kingdoms is met with gentle patience…

Seeing him handle each one made it easier to accept that Luigi was going to be married.

Which is why, when he arrives to walk his baby brother down the aisle, he is surprised to find the bride-to-be hyperventilating against the doors to the venue.

“Luigi?”

He sees him flinch, but he doesn’t uncurl from his position as Mario drew closer.

It’s enough to have him rush to his side, take him by the shoulders, and let him lean into a hug. Not even seconds passed before he felt his brother's hands grasp desperately around his back- burrowing his head in his neck as he tries to calm down.

To Mario, it felt like watching a runaway train- seeing it derail and crash in a way he couldn't look away- and he won't. Not when Luigi needed him.

"Luigi- cosa c'è che non va, fratellino?"

"Lo non- cosa succude se- What if I'm making a mistake- am I dragging him down-"

And Mario understood- he did considering Peach, but he also understood that if he didn't get to the bottom of this... "And who says that you're dragging him down? Or that he's settling for a mistake?"

"N-no one. But-"

"Ma niente. Luigi, this is your day- the biggest and likely the best day you'll have and remember and share with the grande tartaruga!" And he thinks on that, and belatedly asks- "Do you love him, veramente?"

"Lo faccio. lo amo, Mario."

"Then what is it that you are afraid of, Luigi?"

"I- I feels fast- come se non sapessi cosa aspettarmi. It feels like I might mess up- or that I might lose all of this- all of the happiness- il suo amore, la famiglia, il mio bambina..."

He holds him tighter, and can't help but give a wobbly chuckle.

"[Luigi, fratellino, I'll still be here- we'll all be here, whether you like it or not- even if you ask." He lets him go if only to grasp him by the shoulders again and look him in the eyes. "And even if you call the wedding off, Bowser will still be there for you because he loves you. You're fine, Luigi. You'll be okay because we love you and we'll be here."

And Luigi?

He lets him hold that gaze, lets him search for any sort of doubt or lie (not that Mario ever would, but he knows why and understands).

"Okay." Another calming breath. "Okay."

Bowser was anxious- no, terrified as he waited at the alter.

As a force of habit, his first thought is that Mario has somehow waylaid the bride. But-

Even he knew (long before he even fancied Luigi) that the shorter Mario Brother wouldn't dream of doing that- not when his brother's happiness was on the line.

Even so, the wait was killing him with 'what ifs'.

What if something went wrong, while he wasn't looking.

What if Luigi was regretting it- regretting him- regretting marrying him-

What if he didn't love him-

Logic- and so many instances where he literally felt that sought-for love radiate from Luigi- have met each doubt in turn- made it less likely, but-

Well, he never claimed to be purely logical.

But then he heard the venue doors open-

And then nothing mattered anymore.

Not when Luigi came out the doors with joy on his face and the same sparkling of his eyes that Bowser came to love.

Not when it was Luigi seeming to lead Mario down the aisle in his eagerness.

Not when he arrives, looking at him like he held the whole universe in his grasp.

Not when it felt like he had his whole universe right in front of him, beaming and holding his paws with gentle hands.

Not when they vowed to stay 'through sickness and health', not when they exchanged rings.

Not when they said, "I do."

And especially not when they leaned close, breaths sharing as one, eyes open and vulnerable and so- so happy-

Not when they kissed, and his whole being felt volcanic enough to burst with the happiness that is in and around him.

#bowuigi #KAIJUNE Prompt #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH #FINALLY DONE!#AND I SHALL MAKE AN UPDATE FOR AO3 SOON!

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