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totalswag · 3 days

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tell me if you like it — RAFE CAMERON

authors note HIGHLY recommend you listen to me & you by cassie remix because it gives me total rafe vibes. i'm so close to 800 lovies, i adore you all. i switched my style with line dividers and i'm probably gonna stick with it for now on.

summary you've had your eyes on rafe cameron for sometime now and everyone knows your attraction towards him. you attend one of his parties one friday night with your girlfriends and make your official move on the kook king.

warnings drinking, smoking, alcohol, drugs, partying, kissing/making out, mentions of sex,

Rafe Cameron sent out a text about throwing a party at his place while Ward and Rose are out of town for the weekend. The minute word got out people were talking about the party.

You knew the instant after receiving the text that tonight would be the night you made your official move on Rafe Cameron. Everyone, including Cameron, knows you've had your eye on him for a while.

Rafe is waiting for you to make your final move, according to Topper and Kelce. To you, he appears to be playing a game, a waiting game. So you've been playing the game he prefers.

You’ve always wondered why Rafe himself hasn’t made his move on you yet. The thought runs through your mind occasionally.

The party was full when you arrived. People were drunk, smoking weed, doing other drugs, dancing, and who knows what else.

You came in with your head held high, scanning the crowd for your friend group, but first you needed a drink.

You walked into the kitchen, which was stocked with various types of alcohol. You are craving seltzer, so you grabbed a truly from the fridge. You went on a search for your friends after closing the frigid.

Your name was called from the corner of the house by the girls. When you saw them wave you over, you turned in their direction. When they saw you approaching, their mouths dropped open.

"I must say Y/N, you look so hot!" Ella, one of your best friends, says she's hyping you up by gazing at you up and down.

"If Rafe doesn't get you tonight, he's definitely going to miss out," Melina says, resting against the wall.

The other girls agreed with Melina and Ella's comments.

"You two are really kind. Plus, y'all look so good I might melt" you compliment them back.

"I'll be making my final move on him; I just need to find him first," you say with a nice smile, gazing over your shoulder for Cameron boy.

"Dude we saw him earlier walking out back to smoke a blunt with Kelce but haven't seen him since" Ella informs you.

Thirty minutes go by, you four are dancing together to the beat of the music. Laughing and drinking together while listening to music that keeps you dancing.

For the past five minutes you can feel eyes on you the entire time you’ve been dancing with the girls. You lift your head up slowly, Rafe is standing with a group of his friends.

You’ve been waiting so long, I’m here to answer your call.

I know that I shouldn’t have had you waiting at all.

You two lock eyes. No one is breaking it.

He's dressed in a white tee, black cargo pants, a gold chain around his neck, and a snapback. Oh, that gold chain.

As you continue to dance to the beat of the song, tension builds in your body. Knowing Rafe is watching gives you excitement. You look over your shoulder, he's looking at you amongst the crowd of people.

You tell the girls as you pull away you are gonna have a little chat with Rafe for a moment but knowing that will be a for a while.

When Rafe sees you getting closer, he feels his body tense up. More so with excitement.

“Hey Rafe,” you smiled nicely, giving him a hug, running your hand down his arm.

He wraps his arm around you, “hey Y/N” Rafe says, looking down at you softly, “How are you enjoying the party?” He asks before taking a sip of his drink in his free hand.

“Yeah, I am. My friends and I have been having a great time” You say, trying to play it off you are about to make your final move.

Throughout the conversation, you keep eye contact, something you've always done with people. Conversation was casual yet with a hint of flirtatious moments.

Rafe's body communicates that he is attempting to maintain his calm. You tilt your head slightly, a smile spreading across your face.

"If you girls need anything I'll be around the house," he lets you know, moving his hand in a circling motion.

Your thinking tells you to say something that will catch him off guard.

Slowly nodding, stepping on your tiptoes, placing your free hand around Rafe's neck and dragging him to your height, "What if I need something from you?" Your voice sounded enticing, as you pull away.

Your gaze lands on the gold chain. Playing with it, twisting it with your index finger.

Rafe's lip slides against his bottom lip, forming into a smirk. He knows what you are doing to him. He likes it.

I know I shouldn't have you waiting at all.

I've been so busy, but I've been thinking about you.

What I wanna do to you.

"Oh really, what would that be? enlighten me,"

Oh he's really good you think to yourself.

"I think you know what I mean, Rafe."

"I don't think I do, Y/N," mocking your tone.

In your mind, you want to go and see what he does, or you want to stay by his side for the rest of the night and sleep in his sheets. It can go either way, but you'll most likely be in his sheets, or not.

You finally inform Rafe that you'll be getting back to your girlfriends, who are waiting for you someplace in the home. The look on his face indicated that he did not want you to leave him.

He leans nearer and places his hand on your wrist, "No, don't leave right now. Can I give you a tour of the the house?" He suggested.

You give him a questionable look as if you were debating it.

"Vip access for special people,"

Jack pot.

"I would love that."

The rest of the night, you stayed at Rafe's side. You had him hooked around your finger and it only took you a few words out your mouth. The expressions on your girls' faces were wonderful; they were secretly cheering you on across the room. Of course, they kept a close eye on you while enjoying themselves.

When Rafe took you around the house, he made sure you had the best tour of your life. You could not believe how large the house was. He showed you his room last, which was maintained clean and tidy. His tv is on the wall below his dresser. The smell of cologne flooded your lungs and smelled pleasant.

After, you two took a few shots, smoked a joint, played drinking games, danced, and made out.

You now have your back against Rafe's chest, and his hand is around your waist, holding you close. You'll occasionally move your hips to the side to the beat of the song, causing him to pull you closer.

Everyone has taken to the dance floor in the huge living room. You both circle all of Rafe's buddies. You've met them many times before. Your girlfriends were a few feet away.

Rafe's hand was gliding itself up and down your waist then your ass giving it a couple squeezes.

You turn around and place both hands on his lower the abdomen. You looked at each other with lust and desperation. You examine his lips first, contemplating whether you should kiss him first. You do.

Lips moved in sync. Tongues fighting for dominance. The feeling felt electric. Your body was craving him more and more.

"I think it's time I gave me another good tour, but this time in my bedroom," he breathlessly mumble in your ear, eager.

You groan from his words, nodding.

The way he spoke those words to you made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Excitement in your lower stomach started jumping.

Before you head upstairs, Rafe wraps his arm around Topper's shoulder, whispers in his ear, "Make sure you get these people out of here in an hour, then you can either stay here or go home." Topper nods and pats his shoulder.

You couldn't take your hands off each other on the way up to his bedroom; laughing, touching, and kissing.

"You look so beautiful tonight, couldn't take my eyes off you," he says as he lays you on his soft sheets, runs his hands down your sides, and admires your physique.

The words coming out Rafe's mouth made your cheeks grow red. You watch Rafe's eyes scan your body before he grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your body.

You feel yourself grow impatient, Rafe senses it, he smirks.

"Don't worry, angel, we're just getting started," he said, dropping his head, kissing your stomach, and moving closer to your underwear line.

Your hands slide through his hair, gently pulling, eliciting a gasp from Rafe's lips. You smirk at yourself.

Pulls your skirt down and throws your underwear across the room before bringing itching closer to your core. Chills run down your spine, and you breathe heavily as Rafe's breath fans on your bare core.

The sexual tension grows stronger. Rest of your night consisted of the both of your moans filling the bedroom.

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thinkingotherwise · 2 days

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Requested by: @chubypotato Hi love! First of all I love your styles !! I saw you do wind breaker so I was wondering if you could do how you would see kiryu as a boyfriend? Thank you in advance and keep writing please ❤❤

I'm happy to hear that and let me tell you Kiryu would be the sweetest boyfriend ever.

Mitsuki Kiryu being the sweetest boyfriend ever

He certainly loved to cuddle and hug you any chance he got. And it could be any form of hug: front hugs, tight embraces, chest hugs, where he lays his head on your chest, or the other way around, and his favorite back hugs. He loved placing his head on your shoulder or on the top of yours. He liked the feeling of you in his arms and him basking in your warmth.

If you by any chance play video games, or mobile games get ready to spend even more time with him. He'd be willing to spend his school time playing on his phone and chatting with you. In the games you played together, the whole server would know that you are dating, because it would be so evident. He always helped you with difficult missions, gave you the gear drops that would match your character, and if it was possible to get married in the game, he would make you his instantly.

With Mitsuki as your boyfriend prepare for lots of dates. It would be cute dates to the cafes, especially the animal cafes where you can not only spend time together but also play with cute cats, dogs, or even rabbits. He would be your personal photographer taking so many pictures. If you ever said you aren't photogenic, get ready to be proven wrong. He'd certainly make you look like a star in the photos, he knew your best attributes and got his research to know how to make sure you looked perfect.

His favourite type of spring date would be watching cherry blossom together. You would walk through the alley of cheery trees. The petals falling around you and his hand holding yours. The both of you would take so many photos, with petals in your hair and watching them blooming all over the place. On that day he would change his lockscreen to one of these pictures with you smiling brightly right beside him. After walking you sat down on the blanket next to each other and as you watched the beautiful scenery around you, he held your hand in his lying on his lap as his gaze couldn't leave you. You always joked that he liked the dates because his hair matched with the cherry blossoms but truthfully he just loved watching your adorable face smiling and awing at the pretty setting surrounding the both of you.

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#wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #mitsuki kiryu x reader

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nana-b0b · 17 hours

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》🔞 These panels are censored, you can go to the last of the post to find out where to see them!

A little historical info to better understand:

♡♡♡♡♡!!! I really feel happy and overcome with these panels, I was thinking a lot about how to make them since there were several obstacles: I had never drawn something NSFW before as it should be 😅 I never got that far so to speak, there was always a line that prevented me from taking that step, since it is not the same to draw some small scene where you only see something specific to a whole pose as such and all that implies. But after many ideas and turns I managed to take that step (maybe small for some but for me it was like reaching the moon 😂) and the most important and most feared was that the essence of the drawings and the style would be lost but I could keep it well and make it coexist ♡.

Note: as for the text accompanying the panels I want to say that it's not my best work as a narrator hahaha I don't write anything since I was about fifteen and it was my era of fanfics and stuff, so I feel its very basic and empty! 😅 ♥!

Now, let's talk a bit about the panels! Well, as we all knew this moment was coming, it was no surprise -3- Ryomen really had to be patient to get what he had been thinking for a while, but he didn't want it to be something random as it could be with any woman he wanted, he was really curious to see how Aurora could look like with the full appearance of a lady of the Heian era and when he saw her, he just couldn't resist. One thing will be clear: Aurora won't wear black teeth again, there will be no way to paint her teeth again without someone losing a limb. As for her eyebrows: she's really mad about that, but I'll let it go.

And to close this post I come with a novelty (I've been thinking about this for days) now we are going to be able to have these drawings completely uncensored on patreon.

I'm not going to lie, using more than two social networks for me is already a lot 😥 if it were up to me I would only post everything in one place but we know how the rules are and we have to respect them, if just by showing a nipple (which is a pixel 😂 ) they almost censored me on Instagram I knew this would be difficult and Tumblr is not lagging behind, while there are things that it lets pass there are others that it doesn't and it's not nice to have to make such complex drawings so that the AI doesn't detect them as 🔞 since there comes a certain point that you get tired too and it loses the grace.

My patreon will be the place for all my works 🔞 without any censorship already, you are going to be able to enjoy both public and private content depending on the type of work ♡. I think also for me it's an incentive to be able to start letting go more of my ideas and continue with everything I want to do :)

To say goodbye first I want to always thank you for all the support you give me and all your messages 🖤 and second to warn you that this CAP of Ren will be in patreon already published privately but all the other censored drawings are public for you to see and enjoy them as they should ⭐

Here are the publications that I censored and that you can now see, there are not many at the moment x'D

#sketch #jjk #jujutsu fanart #sukuna ryomen #jjk oc #ransketch #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

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fullofmoments · 10 hours

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I was a cute girl as a kid, but as a teenager, most people wouldn't think of me as pretty. I was skinny in an unhealthy way, not because I wanted it, but because of my metabolism. I had hormonal problems, so my hair was completely out of control, I didn't know how to dress properly, nor cared to learn how to, even when others started to focus more on finding their own style, experimenting with what was or what wasn't stylish considering each year etc... My friends and classmates, they were all slowly becoming more mature in a way that I didn't seem to fit no matter what. I remember there were those silly, anonymous games played in an app, where the boys had to choose from the most beautiful girls to the "ugliest." As you can already imagine, I was always on the bottom of the list.

What I find pretty amusing, however, is the fact that those things didn't affect me much back then. Well, I would be a liar to say that they didn't affect me at all because I, too, felt the need to be accepted ( and I, too , trusted the wrong people in order to feel that acceptance). BUT, in all honesty, I don't remember myself crying because I was considered "ugly." I don't remember myself saying, "I wish I could be more beautiful. "

Instead of that , I continued doing my thing. I loved art, so I continued to sketch. I loved books, so I continued to read. I continued to do the things that I simply enjoyed. I told myself that everything would happen eventually. When I started to feel like I was ready to change something to me for the better, I did it. But for the right reason. For me. Not to become more appealing to people who judged me for simply the way I looked like, but for me. Acceptance? The only one needed was me.

Turns out, in my case, it was a great thing that I focused on my inside then,and read books , and wrote diaries, and spent time with myself , thinking, and discussing, and learning , and loving myself, because I invested too much in my heart, mind and soul, and then eventually yes, everything else came around as well. My body changed, and my face got more mature, and I connected with genuine people and right now, at the age of 23, I won't compare myself and tell how beautiful or not I am , but I'll tell that I managed to be whole , inside and out after all. Because I didn't change back then just because I wasn't appealing to others. I try to be humble, always, and in my mind, each one of us has their own unique beauty. There's only one combination of me , and there's only one combination of you as well.

What I want to say ? Girls, if you love putting on makeup because YOU enjoy treating yourselves, then good for you ! If YOU love reading books and making art , then good for you ! Do not start putting on makeup just because "everyone else does it," and do not start reading books because "he/she/they told me that people who read books are their ideal type". The glow up will happen eventually. And it will start from the inner. Do things that make you happy. Surround yourself with people who see more in you than just a face and a body. Become the best version of you and protect your heart because our society right now can be very harmful. And always , always remember. No matter how beautiful we all are, beauty will fade. We don't want to be empty inside when that happens.

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calicoheartz · 15 hours

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need need need more Caitlin head cannons

My Caitlin Clark Headcannons ˚࿐

꣑୧ — summary | just sweet little hcs of cait 💗

— warnings | mainly fluff , some nsfw hcs @ the end

read part 1 here & here

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a/n : trying out a new style of layout so I hope u guys like it !! sorry if this is a tad bit short , trying to dip my toe into the nsfw world !! If yall like it I’ll for sure make a pt 2. Enjoy ◡̈

pride and empowerment ;

as an openly gay couple , you both take huge pride in your relationship and the representation you provide for others.

You both are unapologetically yourselves , inspiring others to embrace their true selves and to love boldly 💗

family bonds ;

Your girlfriend quickly becomes a beloved member of your family , attending holiday gatherings and family dinners with ease.

You guys definitely share inside jokes that creating lasting memories with both of your loved ones, only further deepening your connection

team mascot ;

you become iowas unofficial team mascot.

Best believe you are at every game , donning her team colors and cheering loudly from the sidelines. Your enthusiasm and energy boost Caitlin’s morale and create a strong sense of support among the players !

pet companionship ;

you guys definitely have a dog. argue with a wall.

i hc cait as a dog person , so I don’t think you’d have cats , but obviously she’ll get one for you if you’re a cat person 😊

your pet becomes a integral part of your little family , as it accompanies you to games , or snuggles with the both of you on lazy weekends !

post-game rituals

you both definitely have a set of post-game rituals to help Cait unwind and decompress.

This can range from a relaxing massage , to a hot bath / shower , or maybe even cuddling on the couch with a cheesy romcom

These rituals help Caitlin transition from athlete to girlfriend :)

secret language

over time , you both develop a secret language filled with inside jokes , subtle gestures , and knowing glances that only you two understand.

It becomes a source of comfort and connection for the both of you, especially during tense moments or crowded gatherings

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

please read at your own risk ❤️

she’s definitely a pleasure top. literally prioritizes your pleasure over anythingggg else

maybe a switch ???? She’ll definitely let you pleasure her as well if you wanted to :)

I don’t think she’d be a strap girly (don’t cancel me)

She definitely prefers to actually feel you , so she’d definitely prefer fingering and her tongue over anything

Wants to have you close to her , skin to skin

not the type to leave hickeys on your neck , but will definitely leave them in between your thighs 🫣

omg wait this was so fun to write I might make a strictly nsfw only hcs…also special fic coming tn 👀 as always tysm for reading !

#wlw #wlw imagine #wlw smut #smut #wlw nsft #caitlin clark #caitlin clark smut #caitmylove #headcannons #my hcs #caitlin clark x reader #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #22 #iowa hawkeyes #iowa women’s basketball #Iowa

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cowboy-robooty · 2 days

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PruPan (Prussia x Japan) For the grid

I know who sent this. I can smell your prupan and self-ship wif japan from a mile away **heart eyes emoji** thank you for being the only mf who wants to hear my opinions. anyways so i thought about it and realized actually prussia and japans dynamic is the greatest thing ever. Because see i believe in cuck japan romantically FOREVER. i think japan has like best broship in the platonic dating style (if you experience that shit you know what i mean) with america and like hes emotionally fulfilled from that but also he desperately wants a boyfriend or girlfriend or oysterfriend just anyone to have that shoujo romance and tentacle freak sideways tango with. but the thing is that he literally always fails and is in one-sided crushes Forever and always and its always japan crying to his best bro america about his fail ass love life and america is like lol couldnt be me! but it's fine because he still has his best bro and like yknow... its like how family and friendship is two different things that are both need. like moral orel about the f words (family, faith, friends) but with b. bros, booty, and bazinga... like idubbbz! (as long as you have one of those you won't be lonely). but anyways see i believe japans biggest crush of all is on italy and obviously prussia has his huge ginormous crush on italy too but like i think that actually they are aware of eachothers crushes but dont care because they dont see eachother as threats at all bc theyre like "omg this dude is so cooked he aint even competition lol i feel bad for him" towards eachother.

and i think its actually really funny because see prussia is a desperate motherfucker and honestly not hard to pull at all. like if you have sex with him hes the type who goes "uhmm youre my boyfriend now right?" or if you confess to him hell take your feelings genuinely seriously and think about it and 90% of the time end up saying YES!!! I LIKE YOU TOO!!!!!! and japan is also desperate but he would literally date anybody Except prussia. like it's like how italy will fuck anybody Except Prussia. LIke japan could potentially get together with anybody under the right circumstances except prussia lol even if they were trapped in alkatraz together for 18 years he would never be prussia's prison boyfriend he just doesnt have the capacity to love him. and its really funny because prussia is literally the only mf who has the capacity to feel romantic love towards japan in a twist of horrible fate because japan pissed off cupid in his past life and will never ever fucking win at romance. The only conceivable way is if he asked out prussia but prussia is the only mf he would rather die a virgin with while stranded on an island for 3000 years with than fuck and try to repopulate the planet with yaoi babies. so yeah they compell me a lot in this sense because this is fucking hilarious and amazing and I'd like for them to act pitying to eachother about their crushes on italy bc they're like "mhm mhm yeah you have a chance (lying)" even though they both strapped in the same jigsaw trap lawl. but I dont think i ship them because of what i said above. thank you for sending this though this was some really good shit to think about and i think ill draw them interacting more because this is an incredible discovery.... best discovery since alfred wagner and the tectonic plates !

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph japan #hws japan #hws prussia #aph prussia #uhhh #prupan #? its about being asked it #itapan #cuck itapan #pruita #cuck pruita #draws #ask

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flatoutin-eaurouge · 3 days

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Thaw my heart

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

I heard somewhere that @hakkisen and @schumi-honey were discussing this plot in DM 💕💕

The FIA Prize Giving Gala of 1996 was well underway, when the first couple of drivers started to become tipsy and had shed their tuxedo jackets and bowties. Most of the press had left the ballroom and the drivers could talk to each other more freely without the journalists lurking around.

Michael was sipping from his glass of champagne as his eyes trailed over the guests in attendance of the afterparty. He didn't really care about the gala this year because he had been so far off of the world title this season. And he didn't like the winner of this season, Damon Hill. The Brit was always playing mind games with Michael and the press conferences were always awkward. If Damon got an oppertunity to criticize him, he would. The worst thing about it was that the British press were always on his side.

He rolled with his eyes thinking about it and straigthened his tuxedo jacket that had the Ferrari emblem embroidered on it with black thread.

Well, on to better things...

He walked around the ballroom in circles to look for Mika Häkkinen. He had caught a glimpse of the man at the start of this evening and his handsome appearance hadn't left his mind. Gosh, he had been looking forward to see the pretty Finn in a tux again with his wavy blonde hair.

Mika was so different compared to Damon. He was very kind and fun to talk to. He always beamed at Michael with a sugary sweet smile and a cheeky twinkle. He was the epitome of a friendly and honest no-nonsense type of guy. Oh how he wished it was him he was competing against for the world title.

During his third round around the ballroom he finally spotted the man who was on his mind day and night.

The Finn was dressed in black dress slacks and a white dress shirt. A few of the top buttons were left open and the man had grown his signature blonde hair out. The golden - almost shoulder length - locks curled so wonderfully around his ears. He was smiling at the man who he seemed to be in a deep conversation with.

Michael bit his lip. He had to admit to himself that he found that the adorable handsome boy from the first half of the nineties had grown more rugged and sexy in the second half of the nineties. It was such a shame that the Finn's pretty smile was directed at... Damon Hill. What a waste! That smile should be his!

Michael felt the butterflies swarm in his stomach, feeling absolutely elated to see his crush. He decided to approach the Finn from behind and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on what Damon Hill was telling his Mika.

"He is prone to dangerous driving. The FIA should implement stricter rules, just because of him." Damon wasn't smiling at his Finnish interlocutor anymore. He had chosen the calm and composed young man as the outlet for his frustrations.

Mika shrugged. "It's just his style. I don't judge whether it's a good approach or a bad one. Ayrton was like that too. Very passionate."

Michael frowned and quickly hid behind a cart of champagne glasses. Who were they talking about? Damon was quite firm in his choice of words. Mika seemed more neutral and diplomatic.

"Passionate? Is that what you call it?! His 'driving style' resulted in two world titles for him at the expense of others."

"Well Damon, I believe that's a bit...-"

"Well, you haven't been on the receiving end so often!" Damon interrupted him.

Mika threw him a contemptous look. "What do you know about that?! I raced him in Macau 1990 and he brake checked me on purpose! I lost the damn tournament because of it!"

Michael gulped. They were talking about him! He was a bit shocked by the way Mika so blatantly brought up the crash like it was all his fault. He had told him back then that they were both at fault. They had sorted it out like men and lived on.

"Did he get penalised for that?"

"No."

"Did you agree with that decision?"

"No, but what could I do?" Mika held up his hands. "I was for a hundred percent certain that it was completely his mistake, but I told him otherwise to make him feel good at my own expense. If it was someone else they would probably have punched him, but I'm not that kind of guy."

Michael was fuming. He had heard enough. Mika had thrown him in front of the bus to support Damon's claim. He couldn't believe Mika had lied to him that day in Macau! He always thought the Finn was a completely honest and kind guy.

He felt tears pricking in his eyes, threathening to roll down his face. His cheeks were flushed in anger. He thightened his hold around the stem of his champagne glass and walked up to Mika.

He harsely grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt, tearing off a few buttons in the process and threw the remains of his champagne in the Finn's surprised face.

"It's extremely ugly to talk bad about someone behind his back! I never expected it from someone like you!"

He let go off Mika's crumpled dress shirt, threw him a furious look and stormed off into the direction of the exit.

"Michael, wait!"

Michael didn't wait. He beelined to the exit, pushed people aside who were blocking his way. Tears were running down his cheeks. He felt so betrayed! He had never said a bad thing about Mika, and this is what he gets in return!

He ran towards his trailer for the last time this race season. He had expected to arrive there much later this night. But his evening was completely ruined by the guy he had a massive crush on. By the guy he thought he could trust.

He yanked the door open and shut it with a loud bang. "That fucking bastard!" Michael agressively threw his tuxedo jacket in the corner of his bedroom and ripped off his bowtie. "What a complete asshole with his stupid crooked smile!"

He sat down on his bedside, covered his face with his hands and started to sob heart-wrenchingly. It's so unfair that he is in love with someone he completely misjudged.

Mika stared around the ballroom with flushed cheeks. All eyes were directed at him. His clothes were disheveled and stained by champagne. Some buttons of his dress shirt were hanging by a thread.

Damon stared at him with a quirked eyebrow. "You let him do that to you?"

Mika now turned angry eyes at Damon. "Are you happy now? You provoked me to say these things!" And yes, I let him do that to me, because he is angry with me and rightly so."

He bowed his head in shame and forced the tears blurring his vision away. "I shouldn't have said these things. It wasn't even meant to be said 'behind his back'."

Just like Michael had done minutes ago, Mika ran off towards the exit of the ballroom. Perkele! He needed to make things right! He needed to apologize to his crush!

He entered the paddock with his pass and ran towards the Ferrari motorhomes, looking for Michael's trailer.

In the meantime it had started to drizzle outside. The small drops of rain mingled with the tears that were streaming down Mika's face. He felt so stupid. How could he be so stupid to the handsome German man that he had planned on talking to tonight if that stupid Damon Hill hadn't claimed him for that stupid conversation of his?

When he arrived in front of Michael's trailer, he quietly - almost calmy - knocked on Michael's door, very much in contrast to how panicked he felt. But he couldn't just start banging on his door like a lunatic. It would probably infuriate the German even more.

"Michael, can we please talk!"

It stayed silent on the other end of the door.

"Michael, I didn't mean it! I would never talk you down because of the way you drive! Michael, I am not like them! It's behind us!"

The knocking increased, but Michael pretended he didn't hear it. Let him suffer, the bastard! Let him cry! I'm crying too. It's not always about him!

"Michael! I'm not leaving here! I want to apologize!"

Michael saw through the window of his trailer that the rain had become heavier. He smirked. Good! He stood up to close the curtains of the window before Mika would appear behind it.

"Mika! I'm telling you once: go away! I am not opening the door for you!"

"Michael! I am so sorry!"

Michael could hear the Finn's voice was shaking because of his sobs. He shrugged and started to change into his pajamas. Yeah whatever, Mika. If you ruin my evening I will ruin yours. He wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his pajama shirt.

Mika sat on the doostep of Michael's trailer for what felt like hours. He had no idea what time it was because, according to etiquette one should not wear a watch with Black Tie.

Speaking of his tuxedo, he had left his jacket at the gala and his clothing was starting to get really soaked.

He rubbed his hands over the drenched flimsy textile of his shirt, trying to stay warm that way and curled up in front of Michael's doorstep. A gust of wind bristled the wet blonde locks of his hair and made him shiver.

The pure want to just simply curl up into a ball and sob was growing stronger by the minute.

Was it a wise decision to stay here until Michael would open the door? Absolutely not! Would he end up getting a cold? Probably. Did he really mind? No.

Mika huddled a little closer to the front door of Michael's trailer, as the rain poured down on him. It was the end of the season. There were no races left. If he would get a fever... so be it. His relationship with Michael was way more important than his health. Which was a totally reckless thing to think. He had almost died a year ago. He shouldn't be neglecting his health.

Mika wrapped his arms around himself and shook violently. Don't think about it! Think about ways to apologize to Michael!

He sobbed, burning tears streaming down his cheeks. The sensation was a stark contrast to the temperature of his skin, heating patches of his face while other parts of his face remained cold. It was a strangely pleasant feeling.

He cried about his own stupidity, not about the situation he was in. He could leave at any moment, but he chose to stay. He hoped suffering on behalf of Michael was a way back to the German's pure heart.

What would Keke think of this? What would Ron think of this? What would his own mother think of this?!

They would lock him up and throw a way the key! Reckless dumb boy! Tyhmä poika! He was risking hypothermia for his favourite rival!

“God, no!” Michael cried, shooting up from his bed. Sweat dripping from his body, he immediately jumped, lifting his hand to wipe his forehead. He exhaled heavily, his breathing ragged and fast-paced. Goddamnit! Another nightmare about Mika dying in his arms in Adelaide! Michael threw his blankets off in frustration. Why - of all people - did he have to dream about Mika after their fight yesterday! The Finn shouldn't be occupying his mind right now!

He stared at his alarm clock. It was 3:30 a.m. He had only slept for four hours. What a terrible night! He stared through the window and noticed the hard wind blowing the heavy rain against the glass.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Michael rubbed his temples vigorously. He thought about yesterday evening and shook his head while tears streamed down his face. Was his anger really worth it? What if he had scared Mika away for good with his behaviour? Was the way he reacted justified?

Michael started pacing through his living room, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Well Mika did say some truly mean things yesterday, didn't he? Or was he overreacting? Michael didn't know anymore. He had to admit to himself that he would probably be less hurt if someone else had said these things about him. And why was that?

Michael took a shuddering breath and took another stroll around his furniture while in deep thoughts. He knew exactly why.

Everytime that "stroll around the furniture" led him close to his front door, he vaguely heard a crying sound every time the wind pauzed during an interval.

Michael went pale all of a sudden. No, he didn't?! Did he? Please tell me he didn't!

He quicly walked to his front door and slowly pulled the handle down, afraid of what he would find on his doorstep.

The door opened...

Wrapping his arms around himself, Michael let out a broken whine, horrified by what he felt was the result of his actions.

Mika was lying on his doorstep with chattering teeth, clutching his drenched flimsy clothes with pale tingling hands.

The Finn barely seemed to notice he was being found by the object of his remorse.

"Mika, what the hell! Are you crazy?!"

Michael stared at the curled up heap of human desperation and felt his heart break in a gazillion little pieces.

Mika hadn't deserved his overreaction last night. Look at him! Poor thing!

Michael kneeled down next to the shaking Finn and brushed a hand through his wet hair. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly. "Why aren't you in your bed inside your own trailer."

"M-m-michael, I-I am sorry!"

The Finn's face became even wetter when more tears started cascading down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..."

Michael hooked his arm under his rival's armpit and gently guided him up on his wobbly legs. "This is not good! You're shivering like a little kitten. Let's get you inside."

He led the unsteady Finn inside his warm trailer and sat him down on his couch, not minding the dark wet spot Mika's clothes created on the fabric.

Mika stared at him like a sad little puppy with dripping wet hair.

Michael trailed his eyes over Mika and blushed deeply when he noticed that the Finn's clothes were so wet he could see his skin and the lines and contours of his body through his almost transparant dress shirt.

He swallowed. "Firstly..." Michael licked his suddenly dry lips. "...you need to get out of those clothes."

Mika's face turned equally red despite his low skin temperature. He nodded slowly, almost obeyingly, and began to work on his shirt.

Michael watched sheepishly as the Finn's numb and tingling fingers failed to open the buttons.

"I-I can help you with that if-if you don't mind."

Michael's breath was tickling Mika's ear as his nimble fingers took over the task from Mika's frozen digits. With skilled precision he opened the buttons one by one.

Mika's cheeks turned an even deeper red when he felt an interesting sensation in his body as Michael's fingers brushed over each patch of skin he unveiled.

Michael too felt a funny feeling tickle his stomach when he worked on stripping his handsome rival.

Michael act normal! Act like you're a medical expert not a love struck nurse!

With a blush on his face he let the white textile slip off Mika's broad shoulders. He felt so warm all of a sudden, that it wouldn't even be a strange idea to press the frozen Finn tightly to his body.

He took a step back and draped Mika's shirt over the backrest of a chair. He turned back around to face the Finn and couldn't help but blush some more. Mika was quite a sight to behold without a shirt on. He surely didn't look like someone who had been fighting for his life a year ago.

Mika stared back at him with an equally flustered face. He was still shaking from head to toe. He rubbed awkwardly over the wet fabric of his slacks. They were cold and uncomfortable, but he didn't really dare to take them off in front of Michael.

The German gave himself a little reprimand. What are you standing there doing nothing? Go to him! Give him a blanket! Dry his tears!

Michael walked to his closet to fetch a large, heavy blanket. He quickly returned to his living room and draped the blanket over Mika's bare shoulders. He sat down next to him and started rubbing the Finn's arms through the thick material of the blanket.

"Sshhh, don't cry," he whispered softly, as one of his hands caressed Mika's damp cheek. "I shouldn't have reacted that way. I can't stay angry with you when you do this to yourself!" He looked into his rival's red-rimmed eyes. "No, but honestly, what were you thinking?!"

Mika's almost blue lips trembled. "I didn't want you to have a bad sleep. I wanted to apologize immediately. You were very justifyingly angry with me!" he sniffled.

Michael planted a hand in the Finn's wet blonde hair and pressed their cheeks together. "I overreacted. You should never do such a thing ever again! What if you'd gotten hypothermia and you'd have to be rushed to hospital?! It feels like you're only just out of there!"

"Well... then..." Mika's lip trembled, he bowed his head and sobbed. "I don't know... I would have to deal with that I guess."

Michael shook his head. "Are you crazy? You shouldn't do such things!" He grabbed the Finn by his arms and squeezed him into a tight hug. "I don't want you to go to the hospital!"

Mika reveled in the sudden and very welcome body warmth and blushed deeply when Michael let a hand slip under the blanket and started caressing the goosebump-covered skin on his side.

Michael's face turned as red as a tomato, running his hands over Mika's soft smooth skin. He stared into the saphire blue eyes of the Finn. "Do you really think Macau 1990 was all my fault?"

Mika averted his eyes from Michael's intense stare. His skin tingled from where Michael was touching him. "Michael, please. It's such a long time ago."

"Mika, I need to know!"

The Finn bit his lip. "I was not lying to Damon. Of course back then I thought it was all your fault. Let's say I shed a few tears that day."

Michael pulled him tighter into their hug and blushed. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way back then."

His own skin radiated warmth due to the fact that he was holding his half-naked crush in his arms. "Do you already feel warmer? Maybe you should sleep a bit. I put the heater up and I can fetch some warm clothes for you."

Michael got up to search for spare pajamas in the same closet he had retrieved the warm blanket from.

He handed Mika the blue flannel pajamas and looked his fill when Mika dropped the blanket to the floor. The Finn was still shaking from the cold, his lean muscles pale and covered with goosebumps. The fact that there was not an ounce of fat on his body didn't help either with warming up.

Michael turned around when Mika took off his dress pants to give him some privacy, but hearing the belt buckle hit the wooden floor of his trailer made Michael feel all kinds of things.

He turned around to see Mika in the warm, fluffy pajamas and smiled. Gosh didn't he look cuddly? "Please, make yourself at home. Lie down in front of the heater for all I care. Sleep and take better care of yourself. We will talk tomorrow!"

#part 2 of michael inviting mika in his bed to cuddle for extra warmth??#mika häkkinen #michael schumacher #makkinen #mika hakkinen #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1fanfic

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What You Won’t Ever Find (Kidd x Reader)

Part Nine

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Content Warning: nsfw, modern!AU, suggestive language, unhealthy attachment, angst

Content Description: gn!reader meets Kidd in a bar and their relationship develops from there ♡

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The daisy that Kidd had welded was taunting you from its place on your nightstand. He was right that it’d never wilt but even if it could, the two of you likely wouldn’t last long enough to watch it happen. The cold metal material that comprised its stem and petals was ironic, a sardonic mimicry of what was beginning to feel like a fabricated relationship. You didn’t know what to think anymore, you no longer held distain for Hip’s advice though it could serve you no favors in your current situation. The writing had been on the wall from the night you’d met, the proposition of causal fun should’ve been a glaring red flag but you’d ignored it the same as you had many others.

You’d learned that Kidd was the type of person who could become enamored with someone and play with the idea of a relationship, but he seemed to lack the skills necessary to maintain the relationship once it was started. You assumed that years upon years of hardship and loss had significantly damaged his attachment style, the revelation doing little to help you work through the heavy sense of loss that clouded your psyche. Every day that passed was so dull, you couldn’t wait for them to end once they’d begun. You weren’t even sure how many days it had actually been and you honestly didn’t want to, it didn’t matter anyway.

Your phone was essentially out of commission on account of all the calls and texts that you didn’t have the strength to address. You could only read a few of them every once in a while, his words far too painful to handle. It was obvious when he was drunk or exhausted as what were once carefully selected words would turn into a barrage of mismatched phrases and letters. Killer had even reached out to check on you, he’d always been so kind. Sometimes you didn’t understand how they’d remained friends for so long, Kidd seemed to always be on some level of extreme. You wished you had whatever trait Killer possessed to make Kidd care for him so much, maybe then something meaningful could tether the two of you together.

You flinched upon hearing a car door shut just outside your home, a few short knocks on the door causing your heart to race. You did your best to peer out the window to identify the visitor but the angle made it nearly impossible. As you cracked the door open just a few inches, confusion knitted through your brows. Killer towered over you with his hands tucked in his jeans, alone and carefully considering what he wanted to say.

“I’m sure you’re upset and you don’t have to say anything, just please hear me out.”, he bargained with you.

“Alright.”, you replied after a moment, trusting Killer’s discretion.

“It really wasn’t what it looked like. He royally fucked up, but he did not sleep with her. I don’t know exactly how she ended up in the car with him, but she slept on the couch and he wasn’t interested in her at all. I can promise you that’d he would’ve told me if anything happened and if it had, I wouldn’t be here right now.”, Killer explained, “He woke up the next morning not even really knowing who in the hell she was. He was going to take her home and then come here to talk to you, but you got to the house before he had the chance.”

“He’s had more than once chance at this point.”, you noted, not exactly feeling like the situation was so easily rectified, “Is this something that he always does? If I believe you and go back to him, how long will it be before we’re right back here again?”

“I can’t say that this won’t ever happen again because I don’t know if it will or not. I hope it doesn’t, but Kidd is very temperamental sometimes and you know that just as well as I do.”, Killer replied with a very valid point, “I’ll be honest, I’ve only ever seen him this torn up one other time before… I wouldn’t have wasted your time or mine if I didn’t think it was worth it. He hasn’t slept and he won’t eat, all he does is fuck with shit in the garage all night, works, comes home, and then does it all over again.”

“I don’t know… This has been really hard, Killer. Things will be great for a little while and I’ll think we’re getting somewhere only for him to go off on me or leave me for someone else.”, you let your feelings be known, “I know that I love him, but I also know that I can’t keep doing this.”

“I know and I agree with you entirely, this can’t keep going on.”, Killer validated your understandably difficult position, “I’m asking you, as a friend, please give him a chance to explain himself. This isn’t something that I can fix or help him through, he’s spiraling without you.”

Killer watched you with hopeful eyes as you gave the situation some very intensive thought. To care is a curse and love is a cruel emotion. It’s manipulative, draining, and blinding above all else. It’s so beautiful when it blooms, but it is always met by the most gruesome of ends. Whether or not you still cared for Kidd wasn’t to be questioned, he meant the world to you and that would never change. That sentiment had come back to bite you so many times before but realistically, what more damage could be done?

“I’ll come see him, but I need you to be there.”, you relented as Killer let out a great sigh of relief.

“I’ll be right beside you, whatever you need.”, he patted your shoulder in an attempt to reassure you.

Killer held true to his word, staying at your side and offering as much support as he could in your respective circumstances. He waited patiently on the couch as you dressed yourself and kindly lead the way back to their shared home for you to follow. Kidd hadn’t noticed the two of you pull up and certainly couldn’t hear the slamming of car doors on account of the very heavy music that was blaring from the garage. The door was raised just enough for him to be able to walk out if needed, his bare and sweat-soaked back facing you as he leant over the engine bay of a worn vehicle. You stood just outside the door beside Killer, you couldn’t bring yourself to approach him and instead waited for him to notice the two of you.

After a few minutes had passed, he stood to retrieve a tool from his workbench. As he turned to resume tinkering, he caught sight of you and froze. His expression was facetious, not at all amusing but irrevocably indicative of how much he’d been struggling with all of this. There was no signature eyeliner or lipstick to speak of, only sunken eyes and dark circles in their wake. Trying to recollect himself, Kidd moved to turn the music down while Killer made his way to sit on their porch. He was close enough to intervene if things went sideways, but far enough to allow for some privacy.

You didn’t know what to say and it seemed like he didn’t either, the silence between the two of you growing rather awkward. Kidd looked totally defeated and while he was in the wrong, it wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed seeing. It felt like you could say anything and ruin him permanently if you really wanted to. Just as you felt doubt begin to chip away at your presence in the moment, Kidd extended his arms to you and gave you an optimistic look. Nearly all of your reservations faltered as you walked into his embrace, immediately being lifted off your feet and held as close to him as possible. His dampened forehead pressed against your neck as he folded himself around you. His grip was tight and as though he’d loose something precious if he ever let go.

“(Y/N), I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am.”, he spoke against your skin, “I promise you that nothing happened. I wanted to get the fuck out of there and when she asked me for a ride home, I guess I brought her here. She slept on the couch and I was about to actually take her home when you pulled in.”

“That’s only one small part of the much bigger problem, Kidd. You left me alone at a party full of people that I don’t really know and then you brought someone else home, only for me to find the two of you together the next day.”, you kept your voice low as to not escalate the situation, still stern enough to convey your point, “That was one of the worst feelings I’ve had in my entire life. I felt like I meant nothing to you or anyone else, that I was just something to throwaway and be forgotten.”

“It’s not like that and it’s never fuckin’ been like that.”, he said seriously, lifting his head to face you, “Please, let me make this up to you…”

This was something different, something that you hadn’t seen from him before. You hated everything about this, the way he’d make you feel, the way he’d sunken into himself, and the way that everything in your life seemed to revolve around him. Of course you wanted to pick up where you’d left off, but it went beyond that simple concept. Something within you knew that if this ended, there would never be another Kidd. In fact you’d never have the opportunity to be truly happy again, you’d only be mourning what should have been. It was unhealthy and that reality had crossed your mind, but in this moment in his arms, you didn’t care.

“I’ll give you anything you want, (Y/N)… You tell me what you need and I’ll make it happen.”, he pleaded with you while resting his forehead against your own, his tired eyes glazed and searching for any hint of clarity.

That always seemed to be his answer and you weren’t sure if he really meant it or if he just wished it were the truth. You wanted to believe that he had the ability to commit himself to an established relationship, but even that was a far cry from your current predicament. You undoubtedly wanted Kidd and it was looking like this would be the price you’d have to pay if you wished to stay with him. Perhaps this was the moment of unraveling, a realization of something you’d been missing all along.

“This can’t happen again.”, you repeated the same condition you’d given him before, praying that you’d never have to say it again, “I know this is hard on you, but you have to stop being so self destructive. People care about you and whether you intend for them to or not, your actions have very real consequences.”

“You’re right…”, he trailed off, seemingly taking in what you’d said, “I don’t want to lose you, (Y/N).”

“You won’t. We have some things we need to work on, but you won’t. I’m right here.”, you reassured him, lifting your head to kiss his forehead, “How about you go shower and then we’ll eat something? That’ll be a good start.”

He took your chin in his hand and placed a very passionate kiss to your lips. The gesture made up for the things he didn’t know how to say, also working to fluster Killer as he watched the two of you. He’d certainly tease Kidd for it later, happy that the two of you actually managed to reconcile with one another. You followed the two of them into the house and took some time to appreciate the comfort of Kidd’s bedroom. It was a sick sense of consolation, the familiarity of something you held so dear that was on the edge of being ripped from your hands at any given moment.

Part Ten

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A/N: Thank you for reading! All characters presented in the story have been caricatured to fit the desired plot devices. Some interactions and situations may read out of character, this is only to progress the story and does not reflect my view of their canon personalities.

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#kid pirates #one piece #one piece fanfiction #anime #one piece x reader #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #captain kid x reader #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #what you won’t ever find #captain kid #eustass captain kid

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martyryo · 2 months

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his biggest sin was having blue hair and pronouns.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #illustration #art #faith #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #father john ward #hiii heyyy #watching videos abt this game got me out of some very bad mental state like wow #he's narratorcoded #bro is played by edward norton idc #anyways loved the game sm and I tried replicating the plai color on black style while maintaining my type of rendering #also I figured out thst adding additional lineart after the shading makes things kinda more organic #like it's not all a messy mix of colors #so proud of having done this in around an hour #also dw I'll still post fight club but I need to draw some other stuff as well or I'll get tired of drawing the same three prople all over #stage is going really well #feeling workercore workerpilled workercoded #huhu going to sleep cause I'm sealing my casket with this late hour stunt #bye bye <3

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#trying a new editing style #idk how i feel about the watercolor or edges stuff #but idk #i've been trying to recreate the more realistic type of edits i see on instagram and literally everywhere and idk bro #apart from the fact that i struggle so much with it there's something that i don't like about me having that style #long live glows tho #charles leclerc #f1 #f1edit #dailyf1 #motorsports #graphic #graphic design #poster design #graphics #will reblog this in the morning

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sesamenom · 6 months

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Ringlord High King of Everything Elrond, inspired here

(@the-writing-goblin)

I imagine in this situation elrond would have been partially tempted by boromir's declaration, but instead of trying to fight sauron with it (because even in the weirdest crack au i can think of elrond is still too genre-aware to try that) he tried to use it to supercharge his use of vilya and protect everyone.

basically Ringlord!Elrond turned the entirety of Eriador into a mega-gondolin situation: massive walls (courtesy of numenorean/eregion tech) around the regions bordering the north or Mordor, fortresses along the mountain range and several layers of gates along every road in or out. Everybody goes in; nobody goes out; everyone is safe.

and he ended up claiming the kingship to give him more authority in the process - he's High King of the Noldor and Sindar and King of the Edain (given that there are like three half-vanyar in middle-earth, he's more or less king of all children of iluvatar) and so he can have command over the entirety of the West.

and with the help of the Ring, this actually works! but the corruption starts to show eventually

he uses his kinship to Gondor to forcefully drag them into his neo-gondolin-empire-creation so he can ensure none of his great-nephews will ever have to face sauron. he extends the walls to encompass Mirkwood, because he's the high king of the sindar and has a duty to protect thranduil's realm, and unleashes the full might of his melian-lite powers to purge Sauron's Shadow and the spawn of Ungoliant from the now-Greenwood.

Galadriel and Glorfindel very much see where this is going and are very very worried. galadriel won't let him build walls around lothlorien (because she lives next door to a balrog and knows exactly what happened to gondolin) but celeborn thinks it's a good idea, since after all Doriath wouldn't have fallen if Melian's girdle had still been up. glorfindel tries to talk him out of it but the ring has taken hold

the Ring's power also enhances all his natural weirdness and powers - he has his wings and maia markings permanently activated now, with or without finwean anger. he can fully shapeshift, and he goes from raising waves in the bruinen to raising tsunamis in the great sea.

except the finwean anger seems to be permanently activated now, too, and anyone who harms someone he's deemed under his protection finds themselves the target of a rather ironic vengeance quest. the shapeshifting is looking weird now - his teeth are always sharp now, and his eyes have gone fully inhuman. sometimes he has claws and his wings look more like bats than eagles. and his water powers are more like osse's- he can't calm the waters now (goldberry is the first to notice something's up) and can only stir them into massive ship-sinking storms and tsunamis.

this progresses until he's basically Evil Luthien ruling over a continent-wide Mega-Gondolin, slaughtering orc-hordes before they even reach the white walls and sinking any naval fleet Sauron tries to send around the coast. Everybody is brought in; nobody leaves; everyone is safe...?

he figures out that the dwarven legend of "Durin's Bane" has to be one of the few first age balrogs thats still unaccounted for. and well, it's living right on his border, and he can't risk another fall of gondolin, right? so he leads a small force in there to clear moria, and they shove the balrog off the edge, but it takes one of his captains (except glorfindel) with it (maybe erestor?) and he uses the ring and saves erestor, (and maybe floods the balrog for good measure), and glorfindel is sure he saw elrond's eyes go yellow for a moment.

and even fully corrupted, he knows he can't take the ring directly into mordor. but he can wipe out sauron's armies outside the walls, to protect his kingdom - because turgon's mistake was thinking he was safe even when there were balrogs and dragons and orcs outside, right?

somewhere along the way, arwen realizes what's happening and goes to live with galadriel. one of the twins goes with her; the other stays out of loyalty but eventually follows.

elrond's kingdom has become a cross between doriath and gondolin now, with all the surrounding lands warped by ring-magic to hide it, and layers of stone walls and iron gates preventing anyone from leaving. because everyone is here; nobody leaves; everyone is... safe?

#silm #silmarillion #lotr #elrond #lord of the rings #i hc goldberry is uinen and osses daughter #i feel like the ring works differently for everyone #hobbits are naturally sneaky and long-lived so hobbits get ring-invisibility and ring-immortality #while dwarves would be basically physically invincible and elves would get feanor-style super-fea #and peredhel get maiarin powers #honestly ringlord elrond is kind of terrifying #like ringlord galadriel or ringlord maglor would be pretty straightforward about conquering the world #like galadriels whole 'all shall love me and despair'#or maglor would be like 'yep conquering the world for the oath now hand over your land'#but elrond is more of the manipulative dark lord type #like the 'im doing this for you/i just want to protect you' villain #and hes already most of middle earths collective dad #they all trust him

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