Day Two Of My Writing Challenge

This is awesome!

🍚HYRULE: Taste of the Kingdom is HERE! 🍴

I've been working on this with friends for a few months now, it's a 32 page zine that's like a fake cooking magazine with illustrations of the food from Tears of the Kingdom paired with real working recipes written by actual chefs!!!!!!

LOOK HOW GOOD EVERYONE DID AHHHH!!!

⭐️It's up in my store right now⭐️ and for this weekend (nov 17th-19th) it's also making it's physical debut at a few cons: ⭐️Anime NYC: Artist Alley H16 @hikazio Dealers 2605 @milqshop

⭐️Kumoricon: Artist Alley M12 @zetallis

Oh and here's a preview of the recipe list! We included a quick reference icon for vegetarian / pescatarian / vegan friendly recipes this time too, most of the recipes are vegetarian naturally :D CREDITS (Check them all out!!!) Recipes from chefs: @lvl1-chef| @jammycooks | @fictionfood & Delicious art from: @shattered-earth @daniellesylvan @finnichang @onemegawatt @chiouart @hikazio @zetallis @scookart @lowaharts

OML I would binge this fic PLEASE

Y'all I just realized that Meyer Wolfsheim from The Great Gatsby (aka Gatsby's mentor) was based fully on Arnold Rothstein. The novel was set in Spring of 1922, just 2 years after the first season of Boardwalk Empire. Which means that it would be completely plausible to write a crossover fic where Jay Gatsby and Jimmy Darmody met and worked together in bootlegging a few years before Daisy re-entered Gatsby's life.

Eyes of a King

Part two of my Thranduil soulmate one shot

Sitting on my bed I listen to the birds outside my window, it’s strange not even just strange, bizarre. I would’ve been in Paris a few days ago, but now I’m in the fictional realm of Mirkwood that isn’t supposed to exist. On top of that, I’m the king's soulmate. I haven’t even seen him since my first day here. Meanwhile, the maids were the only ones that ever talked to besides Gandalf. Who of course has been hanging around Mirkwood. Part of me really wants to go talk to Thranduil or even just look at him again to make sure I’m not in a dream, but whenever I walk around I can never find him, and it seems impolite to enter his chambers. Sighing I hop off my bed and peer out the open windows to my left. From my room, I can see the hustle and bustle of the town below. I’ve thought of going down, but the world still seems too alien for me to go down alone. I don’t want to cause any issues. However, a knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. Contemplating whether to open it or not I ask “Who is it?” A chuckle escapes the person behind the door and I open the door now realizing it is Gandalf. His smile is contagious and a laugh falls from my lips as I greet him “Good Morning Gandalf.”

He bows slightly and replies “It is a good morning indeed my lady.” Gandalf holds out his hand and asks “Would you like to walk with me through the market on this fine morning?” Walking out the door and softly closing it he offers his arm I loop it with mine, giving him a mischievous smile I ask “How many times do I have to tell you just to call me by my name?”

He mirrors my smile and replies “Many more” Shaking my head I question the practicality of my situation. I was basically kidnapped by a fictional character which happens to be illegal and I should be finding a way back home, but my soulmate who won’t even look at me is here. Frick me. I suddenly jump a bit when I hear Gandalf speak “Are you alright my dear?” His brow is creased in worry and his words truly did reflect his concern.

I acknowledge his fretting with a nod and a simple “Of course thank you.” He seemed to know that it was a white lie, but he simply nodded as we start walking through the different vendors. A small gasp escapes my lips as I see a stall with books of all types. Almost in a trance I quickly pull away from Gandalf and ask the vendor “Are there any in English, listo?” Did I add please in Sindarin at the end? Yes. Am I also a nerd who likes learning languages? Also yes. The vendor who I start to examine seemed shocked and now that I was looking at her I realize how beautiful she is. The Elleth who still seemed a bit cautious of me says back in perfect English “Yes a few…” She seems torn on something and I go to ask her about it but she beats me to it “I have never seen you around here, if I would have seen you before I would have known, not many humans come to Mirkwood.”

I was about to answer her when Gandalf seemingly appears beside me “She is my niece and has traveled with me from Dale.” Looking to Gandalf questioning what he was doing I then almost smacked myself, of course, he’s going to lie. I cannot go around saying I’m from another world.

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Huffing I sheepishly ask Gandalf “Could I have a little help?” After having a nice conversation with the elleth (whose name I learned is Älva) showed me a stack of beautiful hand-bound leather books in English. I was about to apologize because I had no money, but then he gave her shillings or something for all of them. He did so while I insisted he didn’t have to, yet he told me that Thranduil gave the money to Gandalf for me!

Gandalf gives a hearty chuckle “Of course my lady.”

So with great difficulty, we finally made it up the stairs and as we approached the doors to my room I ask Gandalf “Does he want to see me at all?”

The sadness that had seeped into my voice seemed to shock him for we stood silent for a few moments and Gandalf finally manages to form a few words “Of course he does my dear, but as I’m sure you understand Thranduil was married before you arrived and he did indeed love her.” My heart ached at his words and I croaked out “I know- It’s just.”

His eyes seemed to soften as I turn around “You’re lost my lady, I know you feel as if you do not belong.” Instead of answering I open the door to my room and set down the plethora of books that I held. Why is it me? Taking a shaky breath I look to Gandalf who also set down the books he was carrying. He asks me “Is there anything more I can do to help my lady?” Shaking my head I walk out to my balcony and sit. What am I going to do? Listening to the big doors shut I look to the skyline, there, there was the misty mountains. If I’m correct the dwarves should pass through Mirkwood soon… If they do I will be sure to help them, there is no need for all the bloodshed to occur… Getting and brushing off my dress (the maids insisted I wore one, but I am heavily considering changing into a tunic and trousers) I pick up a book I got, peek out the door, and head down the hall. I distinctly remember someone mentioning a library around here…

Creeping down the hall I jump when I hear a voice “What are you doing here?” Spinning around I see Legolas staring at me glaring.

Suddenly feeling much smaller I manage to speak “So a maid told me about a library and I just got a book and I really would like to see what books the palace has and- oh I’m trailing on I apologize.”

Quickly bowing I start to head right to look for the library when I hear “It’s to the left.” Turning around and bowing again I head to the left hall and slow my walking when I’m out of sight from Legolas. Here and there a maid, butler, or guard passes me, but for the most part, it was quiet. Taking my time I look at the carefully entwined branches, some areas were also stone, and overall it seemed as if nature itself swallowed the castle. The way the wood entwines with the stone and overall structure was breathtaking. Perhaps this architecture is better than Paris’s. Letting out a sigh I finally come to a doorway that smelt like old books and worn leather, knowing it's the Library I walk in book in hand, and see how beautiful it is. The elaborate designs all throughout it are breathtaking. The shelves themselves were made from intricate branches woven together. Brushing my hand over them lightly I finally take time to look at the library as a whole. Its walls were grand, at least 10 meters tall. As I pass by a chair the occupant who seems to be a young elfling was curled up sleeping. Smiling I take their cloak that fell on the floor and drape it over the elfling’s small frame. Looking around more I see a picture of a beautiful elleth hung in the center of the room. From her proud stature and crown, I could tell she was the last Queen. The little jealousy I had was now a burning crackling fire, it seemed so wrong for me to be jealous of the kind and graceful elleth, but I couldn’t help it.

Her soft features made it seem like she understood me as if she was saying “I’m sorry you don’t deserve this.” I hated being envious. Turning away I observe the rest of the room where soft light from the outside cascaded in and cast shadows in the library. The light especially seemed to hit a spot specifically a cozy corner in the room. I walk over to the chair and got closer only to notice someone was in it. That someone being Thranduil. After weighing the pros and cons I walk around the side of the chair to see his usual stern face now peaceful, his eyes were drooping like a child and his crown was off to a side table instead of being perched atop his head. Stepping away from him I instead sit in a nook by the window and begin to read. At first, I read silently, reading about the beginning of Middle Earth. Stealing a glance at Thranduil I made the decision to read aloud, although quietly. A while later I glance at Thranduil again to see an almost invisible smile ghosting his face. Perhaps not all is lost, smiling I feel my own eyelids begin to become droopy as I slowly drift into slumber.

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Waking up I begin to stretch, my back arches as my blanket begins to fall o- wait I didn’t bring a blanket. Now fully awake I grab at the fabric and realize it was actually a robe, a silver robe… A silver robe with actual pieces of silver… Oh my God… He gave me his robe! My mind buzzing I reach for my book and a note falls out. The looping English and signature made my heart flutter.

Thank you for reading - Thranduil

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I LIVE FOR THIS MOVIE

Day 3 “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

I tried to make this gender neutral tell me what y’all think

Prompt from @I-michalska-writer

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A beeping sound comes from my left side as I peel my eyes open. I’m in a hospital room, with multiple IVs in my arm and a ton of injuries. The last time I can remember I was fighting the villain no that seemed too light of a title for them. More like a mastermind, I’m usually smart enough not to fall for their traps but they took my significant other. Right before I was about to get them back one of their henchmen beat me up and well knocked me out. I was pulled out of my thoughts by ruffling to my right, and that's when I notice there is a person sitting in a visiting chair. Curious I tap on their shoulder, but when they open their eyes I go to scream before they cover my mouth. It was them, they’re the reason I’m in this smelly, atrocious hospital! The person I’ve come to know as my nemesis in disguise says “Please, just let me explain, darling please.” I was about to reject and thrash in my bed, but the hurt in their eyes kept me still.”

They slowly remove their hand and I say “You can explain, but don’t call me Darling. I am nothing of the sort to you.”

I notice they wince at the end and raise an eyebrow in curiosity “How the fuck did you get in anyway.”

The response was short but understandable “People are stupid.” Them not being wrong keeps me from saying anything. They then take a deep breath “I never meant for you to get hurt…”

Letting out a bark of laughter I sarcastically reply “Good one maybe try better next time.”

Their gaze hardened and they say “I’m serious, Harrison was out of line.” I raise my eyebrow, Harrison. Quick to understand they respond to my quiet question “It’s my henchman the one that beat you up.”

Rolling my eyes I say to them “Sure blame a henchman for your evil plans.”

My nemesis stands up out of his chair and seethed “It was a mistake on both our parts it won’t happen again.”

With my side starting to hurt more I ask “Why is it I matter now? What is so damn special about me? I’m like everyone else except I stand up to your bullshit. On top of that, you steal my girlfriend-“ Almost shooting up out of bed I glare at them “Where the fuck is my girlfriend.” The monitor’s beeping starts to spike more and they try to calm me down I snarl at them “Now listen here-“

They snap “GODDAMN YOU, YOU CAN’T GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! YOU are beyond intelligent, in fact probably the smartest person I’ve ever met and you don’t see it! YOU are more beautiful than Aphrodite and carry yourself with such grace. YOU treat others with so much kindness despite your own suffering. YOU are my Patrocles… The first moment I saw you I fell in love with you…” Their voice becomes a slight whisper as I process what was just said. A silence settles as I stare at them stunned, I go to say something but am taken aback by the pooling sadness in their eyes. After a few more seconds of silence, they grab their hat and phone before walking out the door. Yet as I sat in my hospital bed I see them stop right before crossing the threshold, slightly turning to me they say “I’m not a villain in your story. In theirs, yeah. But not in yours.”

Below is a real scene of the protagonist being knocked out

Definitely a movie I’d be interested in…. Anyone know what platforms it’s on?

So… this is my contribution this Fourth of July

Day1 of trying to get back into writing

“Death is Beautiful isn’t it”

He stared at me, the calm in his eyes of ocean blue almost put me at ease… Almost. It was hard to believe that I once held such malice towards this boy- no, man in front of me. As the snow softly fell into his fluffy hair I began to ponder when this all started. Was it when I noticed him all grumpy in the hall on a sunny Monday morning or was it when I stood up for him when he wasn’t there to do so for himself? I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a sentence roll off of his tongue in a raspy voice “Death is beautiful isn’t it?” My mouth goes dry, I can’t respond seeing as I always thought of death as a cruel and despicable being who takes what you love. Hesitant to respond I slowly pull his head into my lap, trying to cause him as little pain as possible, he seems to understand this and shuffles his body to be as comfortable as possible. He does his best to nod, but instead, a painful cough racks his body, I wince as blood spills on the fresh snow turning it crimson. His eyes gloss over as the two of us peer down at the bustling and glowing town below us. As his breathing becomes more shallow the night seems to understand and quiets, all the while fear creeps into my bones. Almost in slow motion, I begin to cry, I don’t want him to leave. His hand reached up to cup my face, and he wiped my tears away. When I opened my eyes he was smiling. His smile was brighter than all the stars in the sky at that moment. Then it dawned on me he is waiting for me, despite his pain he wanted me to accept it, to accept his death before he passes. This time unlike many other moments between us no words were needed, looking into his glazed eyes, I smiled. His eyes fluttered shut and his hand went limp in mine, at the realization that he was finally gone my heart felt as if it was bursting from my chest. As much as I hated death at that moment, sitting in the red snow, cold, and crying in sorrow for the person I knew I also realized he was right Death is beautiful.