When Elrond and Lindir finally got together no one even thought about giving Lindir “the shovel talk”. Meanwhile Elrond can’t seem to catch a break!
Wherein minstrels, a hobbit and his own family decide to give Elrond “the talk” now if only any of them had communicated this to each other!
(Lindir has a surprising number of friends.)
Family Discussions-
Me (shows up to my best friends house) : oh no ones here
(proceeds to eat all of their bananas and cleans their kitchen)
An hour later
Best friend: hey I’m back! You didn’t have to clean!
Me: I know I don’t have to do anything! I do what I want!!!
Best friend (walks to the dinning room)
...
Best friend: Did you eat all the bananas ?!?!?
Me: I told you I do what I want!!!!
Family Discussions-
Big Sis: why do you call everyone “baby” but be?
Me: I call you a baby all the time
Big Sis: when?
Me: usually when I’m insulting you
Family Discussion-
Jason: Hey baby!
Damian: ewww don’t call me that
Jason: Dick literally calls you that all the time!
Damian: that’s different he calls everyone that
Dick (walks in and pats Tim): hi baby! Hey have you guys seen my new baby?
Them: You’ve had Tim for years?
Dick: I meant my new succulent
Family Discussions-
Me: shut up 3’s an 11 is speaking!
Little Bro: you think we’re 3’s?!?! 😧
(I love that he was more concerned over me calling them 3’s than over the fact that I called myself an 11. Like yeah I’m great but so are they.)
Lindir (signing up for the Musican Guild and being a nervous mess): Can I bring a friend during tryouts?
Elf in charge: Of course! After all it looks like you need all the emotional support you can get!
Next Day -
Elf in charge: Lord Elrond are you here to evaluate the tryouts ?
Elrond (sitting in the front row): Oh no I’m just here for my friend.
Elf in charge (expecting someone really important): who?
Elrond: Lindir
Elf in charge: Wait What?!?!
Lindir (goes on stage)
Elrond: Your doing great sweetie!!!
With elves heightened ability never before had one fainted of stress or even fainted in general.
And then there’s Lindir.
(Important political meeting)
Thranduil: Of course the dwarves are late!
Lindir (flashbacks to the last time there were dwarves in Rivendell): dwarves?!??
Elrond: Lindir I was going to tell you but...
Lindir faints.
Thranduil: what the hell!!! Someone get a healer he’s dying!!!
Elrond (sighing): First off I AM A HEALER Second off he’s probably fine. This happens to Lindir quite a bit.
Thranduil: PROBABLY!!!!
Elves don’t have to sleep as much as humans do. So imagine they have no idea what sleep deprivation is?
Bard (stumbling around, repeating his words and vaguely hallucinating): where’s the coffee
Thranduil: are you okay
Sigrid: oh dads fine he just hasn’t been able to sleep in a week
Thranduil (conserned and horrified): what?!?!
Elves have heighten senses right, so they probably never had a need for hunting dogs. So they probably never had dogs as pets. So...
Bard: These are my children!
Thranduil (points at dog): what is that
Bard: that’s my son!
Thranduil: Bard what the fuck?!?!?
Bard (After pack bonding with Thranduil): I would die for you
Legolas(freaking out on the inside): please don’t Ada will be sad
Me: loving the humans pack bond trope
Also me: loving The Hobbit
Bard: I would die for you.
Thanduil (screaming internally and already in love): I’ve only known you a week!
Me waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat : are Danny, Sam and Tucker suppose to be mirror/foils of Jack, Maddie and Vlad?!?!
Me goes back to sleep.
You know the “girl falls to Middle Earth” trope ? Does anyone know a good fanfic of this IN REVERSE?!?? I just love the idea of elves reacting to things especially music!
Thanks in advance!
when too much alcohol loosens their tongue
🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.
🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.
🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.
🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.
🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.
🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.
🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.
🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”
🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.
🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.
🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.
🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.
🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.
🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.
unbothered character dialogue + prompts ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
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♡ “breathing air that you contaminate deeply unsettles me.”
♡ constantly putting their feet on their superior’s desk/table.
♡ “please remind me why you are relevant.”
♡ always commenting at the worst moment possible.
♡ “life was far more peaceful when i thought you were dead.”
♡ when someone is yelling at them, the character pulls out a book and just starts reading.
♡ “i gave my last fuck two decades ago, you’re going to need a time machine to find it.”
♡ sees a dead body and just sighs, turns around and goes to the breakfast diner across the street.
♡ “if he opens his mouth again i’m calling the cops for a noise disturbance.”
♡ has one hobby that they get really prickly about if people interrupt or make fun of it.
♡ “when did you finally decide to be helpful?”
♡ sees another character having a panic attack and asks them to quiet down so they can finish their crossword puzzle.
♡ “maybe if you were as tall as your ego you would have seen it.”
♡ other characters having to remind them to either pretend to care or not speak at all during important meetings/situations.
♡ “i could bring the heavens crashing down, remember that the next time you interrupt my coffee break.”
♡ being the key part of the team’s plan but will continuously sleep in.
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flirty or threatening? dialogue prompts
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“good god, you are a pain.” “then why are you even here?” “maybe i’m a masochist.”
“say that again i dare you.” “what are you going to do about it if i do?”
“your existence unnerves me.” “aw, i’m flattered.”
“hi honey.” “don’t honey me, you just threw a book at me!”
“huh, you know when you’re not scowling at me your eyes look a little more blue than green.”
“what if one day you wandered off a cliff?” “would you join me?”
“sometimes i feel like you want to get hit.” “by you? most certainly.”
“miss me?” “i had wondered where my headache went.”
“you are certainly interesting.” “is that a compliment or are you making fun of me?” “yes.”
“i’m not docile by any means.” “i’ve noticed, i notice everything about you.”
“i need help to bury a body.” “and you thought of me? aw.” “actually, i’m the only one that would miss you if you went to prison.” “you’d miss me?”
“i hate you!” “as long as you feel something towards me.”
“watch it!” “it’s cute how easy i can rile you up.”
“do you truly hate me?” “i wish that was possible.”
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i really like the trope of an extremely traumatized whumpee sharing a bed with caretaker, who just happens to be their partner.
they don’t do anything, it’s not like that.
it’s the way that caretaker holds whumpee, giving them warmth and a sense of security, helping them fall asleep, and comforting them after nightmares.
now whumpee can relax despite everything they went through; they trust caretaker so much, and caretaker loves them so much, even with all their trauma.
whumpee can only sleep when caretaker is near them, they’ve become their entire sense of security.
it’s just so sad- but so perfect 😭
love that trope, y’all ✨
I love a well informed whumper. I love watching that scene where we get to see the whumper's analysis of the good team and how they decide which members pose the biggest threats. I love seeing the whumper doing their homework, building a file on each of them, picking them and their skill sets and weaknesses apart to know who to target
Brutal whump idea:
A large ring pierced through Whumpee’s mouth, below their tongue and straight through their jaw. A chain hooked to that, and used to drag them around like on a leash, tugging whenever they’re moving too slow.
Not only the pain, but it works as a permanent gag. Maybe it goes through their tongue as well. They can’t speak right. They can’t eat. Any sound comes out as a pathetic whine. They can’t close their mouth, maybe their hands are bound behind them so they can do nothing about the blood and saliva dripping down their chin.
The only thing that matters is that they certainly won’t be mouthing off to Whumper again.
"Help me," the hero pleaded.
The villain looked down at them with a scowl, their shadow a small relief to the hero's overwhelmed senses. Power correction was brutal...especially when performed on an unwilling patient.
"Please--"
"Why should I?"
The villain's boot pressed down against their chest and the hero gasped, hands reaching up to grasp at their ankle weakly. They grinned through the pain, feeling somewhat delirious as they stared up at the other.
"Because you want to," they said. "Because you can't resist the opportunity to have me depending on you."
It was a long shot. They knew that.
Still they had hope: being blindly optimistic was part of the job.
They felt the pressure on their chest increase, breaths coming out in short, wheezing pants as the oxygen was slowly stripped from them.
"That's pretty presumptuous of you," the villain said.
The hero coughed out a laugh. "Yeah...Yeah it is."
Their vision was blurring. They could feel what little strength they had left depleting, the rough ground below them growing more comfortable by the second. They shut their eyes, mind too weary to notice the weight lifting off their chest, or the arms that wrapped under their legs and back, lifting them with more care than they'd know in years.
the world seems to fade in and out, blood rushing through their ears drowning out the voices around them. it hurts- is all whumpee can think, the pain is setting their body alight and sending stars to dance before their eyes. they’re confused and scared, the world too big and loud for their semi conscious brain to comprehend.
but then, arms are wrapping around their fragile body, settling the shakes that ravage their frame. they panic at first, weakly fighting against whatever new torture this is; but then they hear it, the soft lull of caretaker’s voice. a hand cards through their hair and the rumble of caretakers chest is welcoming as they press against it.
the world is slipping through their fingers now, and whumpee lets their consciousness fade away as they weakly grip onto the back of caretaker’s shirt.
Loss of consciousness
whipped on the back
Needle to the neck
Chased while injured
whipped on the back
Strangled by a cord
Submitted by: @wild-selenite-caffine / x
Various persons 3 reload prompts and things I want more of because I have been inhaling persona 3 fics at the speed of light and I have ideas even if I don't want to be the one to write them (yet, maybe I'll get around to it, don't worry about that.) May include crossover suggestions because those are half my life.
Nyx isn't necessarily a bad mom per say, she's just.. a goddess. She neither understands nor tries to understand humanity in all its intricacies, being so above them all. But.. she did try to offer Ryoji some small kindness as he existed as human. (We're basically going so hard on the strange family?? dynamics between the weird god-things. I think it'd be fun!)
Ryoji and Minato couldn't really claim to be gods, (well, maybe Ryoji could - Thanatos was the Greek god of death after all) but they're definitely not mortals anymore. They're.. powerful, otherworldly. (Potential badassery or potential angst, depending on how you interpret that. There are some fics that touch on this but not nearly enough)
Minato Arisato had existed during the dark hour for ten years after the accident. Every day at midnight, the world would be enveloped in green and shadows would roam the world. After living through the horrors of the dark hour, it only made sense that Minato would have something to show for it. (More slightly op Minato fics please. Again, I've read a few but not nearly enough! It doesn't help that none of them were finished 😔)
Percy Jackson crossover y'all. Come onnn, it's too easy and I have only found 2 so far. Isekai persona characters in or let Minato and Ryoji be kinda gods.
Follow up to that, it's so easy and fun to chuck characters into unsuspecting worlds via the power of I'm the author and I can do what I want. Isekai the shit out of your favorite characters. BNHA is my go-to because it's such a fun place to chuck people but like,, why not Undertale? Why not pokemon? Just fuckin yeet them into your favorite media franchise.
Recently I've seen some posts with ideas for a Coco-Encanto crossover. It gave me inspiration for making one of my own:
After Un Poco Loco was released, it became a huge success (not as big as Remember Me, mind you) which left Ernesto and Héctor with quite the amount of money. While Ernesto went to buy a big mansion for himself, Héctor decided to save half of it and spent the rest in a simple wedding & honeymoon with Imelda. Where did they go? A Colombia tierra querida, por supuesto! Let's say they were given a tour of all thermal floors and one day when Imelda was buying gifts for her family, she met Alma. What's to happen between two newlywed women? A wholesome friendship, of course (low-key with Pedro's lyrics and Héctor's melodies Dos Orugitas may have come to life, but we're focusing on the wives here). When the honeymoon was over, they became pen-pals, exchanging recipes, chismecito and pregnancy tips, but suddenly...the letters stopped coming, and Héctor left.
I know this is where everything falls apart bc the triplets are 50 and Mama Coco is 108, but ignore that detail plz
Cut to El Día de Muertos 50 years later, Mamá Imelda asks 16 years old Miguel (he was 12 in 2017) to please find whatever happened with her old friend. When Miguel and little Coco (I actually can't find a reason for letting a minor travel travel to another with his 5yo baby sister, but why not) finally find Encanto, the town has no idea what to make of the newcomers. Can they let them in? Can they let them go and risk to be exposed? The answer will lie on the Madrigal family.
I'd like it to be a story of both personal growth and Miguel and Mirabel falling in love, but I'm not sure how to make it work.
Let me know what you think!
Duolingo is the ancient of language, and makes their form look deceptively cute so it can indulge in its obsession to teach its domain to other humans
It’s just a random thought prompt, but DCxDP where Danny is talking to one of the other bats/heros
hero: phone goes off, them groaning “I downloaded this stupid app so I could learn (insert language) for a mission, but it won’t shut up with the reminders
Danny: glances up from where he was chilling out and talking “why not just delete it?”
Hero: “I’ve tried, but the stupid owl app won’t go away”
Danny and the bats freeze, turning to the hero in horror: “do the damn lesson”
Hero: blinking “why, it’s not like the stupid bird can actually do anything.”
Danny: hisses “dude, shut up! Duo is a powerful eldritch horror, he’ll kill you!”
John Constantine: walking in the room and spitting out his drink “why in the bloody hell are you even mentioning that blokes name?!”
Danny: points at hero “he downloaded their app and is refusing to do their daily lessons!”
John: stares in horror before nopeing out “you bastards are on your own!”
Danny: grabbing the bats and opening a portal to the cave “nope, we out, I’ve dealt with enough nightmare to know a fight I can’t win when I see one”
Hero: left standing alone, glancing at his phone as it vibrates again with a notification “well… shoot”