Please Reblog This If It’s Okay To:

memeasaurus-promptus:

  • Send questions about yourself
  • Ask questions to/about your characters
  • Ask about your headcanons 
  • Send questions about your works (fanfics, art, music, RPs, etc) 
  • Ask about popular ships/headcanons
  • Ask about plot ideas you’ve had but haven’t acted upon yet (snippets of AUs, a scenario you wish to write/draw but haven’t gotten to yet)
  • Questions about other ships/headcanons that aren’t as popular or are rarepairs
  • Questions or comments about favorite tropes, headcanons, characters, foods, weather, or anything else you are okay in answering!

occasionalrpmemes:

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY CHARACTER?
(an ask game!)

Understanding a character’s flaws is key to making them well-rounded and believable, so send me a number (and a character, if there’s more than one option) and I’ll tell you:

  1. a trait they have too much of  (ex. too much pride = arrogance)
  2. a trait they don’t have enough of (ex. too little pride = insecurity)
  3. a trait they express in the wrong way
  4. a trait they’re ashamed of
  5. a trait they’re not ashamed of (but maybe should be)
  6. a bad habit
  7. something they do that hurts themself
  8. something they do that hurts others
  9. a reason (or excuse) they haven’t improved on any of the above
    OR
  10. a way that they are improving on any of the above!

So do you have an OC with loki? Could you share more about them? :)

I do have an OC with Loki! It’s funny because she has been dragged through three different AUs with him now. She starts the same and then it’s like, “what hell can I put these two through?” I actually really enjoy watching how they’re changed by each circumstance. (Which is why we all write, isn’t it?)

Let’s see … her name is Dale and she’s late 20s, a bit lost in the world. She’s very smart and business savvy, knows her passions, but not how to just let go and enjoy life. She gets along well with people, but keeps them at a bit of a distance. The girl has a spine of steel if she could just figure out how to use it more often and for herself. *hint hint*

Did I share enough? Y’all are welcome to ask about her. She’s kind of been hiding in my WIPs for years so…

Wanderer in a Shadowed Land (Thranduil x [Female] Reader, Thorin x [Female] Reader)

grufflepuff-writes-stuff:

Title: Wanderer in a Shadowed Land
Fandom: The Hobbit
Genre: Angst.
Rating: R
Summary: Imagine catching Thranduil’s eye when the Company is captured. He offers to release everyone if you’ll spend one night with him, infuriating Thorin who has fallen for you. (This imagine from @imaginexhobbit .) It’s a fairly old imagine, but I just saw it a few months ago and it’s taken me this long to build up the courage to post it for public consumption.
Warnings/Notes: This story has “sex” that is dubcon at best and flat-out rape at worst. The prompt itself kind of calls for it, and I personally find it almost therapeutic to write. If that’s not your thing, please avoid this story. I’m also partway into writing a sequel/second chapter to this that I may or may not end up posting, if there seems to be interest.

It was dark. The dimly-flickering torches did very little to touch the all-consuming darkness that surrounded you. Perhaps that was the whole point of building a prison underground. You tried to ignore the cold stone bench beneath you and the cold stone wall behind your back. Another benefit of the prison’s location, you thought to yourself. Somewhere in the distance beneath the sounds of your companions’ snoring, you could hear the quiet trickling of water. Some underground stream, perhaps? You had hoped that the sound would fade quickly into the background, but you still heard it most of the time.

It had been at least two days that you’d been in here, maybe more. And it would probably be many many more before you were released. The guards had dragged Thorin away after you’d first been captured, only to bring him back practically frothing with rage, not long after. He’d spoken of some proffered deal, which had raised your hopes, but then proudly spat that he had turned it down. Naturally. He’d said something about there still being hope—Bilbo.

A deep and hopeless hush had fallen over your fellow prisoners when a set of elven guards escorted a very familiar halfling into a cell of his own. So much for Thorin’s last hope. What would he say if he knew there was still one last way out?

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