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Dean Becardie Ref Sheet by TheLittlehoneybee

He's definitely an interesting character, in every sense of the word. I like how he seems so relaxed and extroverted, and just a cool g...

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The level of originality in both the style and the character, I just can't handle. He's an extremely interesting character, and the sty...

Series HISHE and DreamWorks Finishing

Journal Entry: Sat Feb 28, 2015, 8:55 AM

I will be finishing both |Safe| and |From North| <- This one, today.
I seemed to have neglected both stories for a while, mostly because they were shorter,
and I could put them lower on my priorities.
But since I kept putting them off for so long, I decided to finish them both for you guys.

I have also decided that,
I am not going to be uploading anymore series,
unless I have them figured out from head to toe, and I'm not just winging it. As in, I don't just
have a vague idea where it's going to go, but I have it all connected and the plots of each chapter.
I have one series finished so far, (I'd dreamed it up a while ago, didn't want to publish it until I finished it), 
and I've decided that's how I'm gonna be doing the fanfics from now on.

Now, we get to the other series that I dropped.
|Join Us| and |Innocent| will not be returning. However, I'm not going to leave you with broken hearts and confusion
from lack of being completed. Allow me to tell you how they end.

Innocent: Reader does as expected; finds a way to escape from Bruce, goes after Steve and Tony, and saves their lives
because they shouldn't have chased after Het-Heru and the others. They're defeated and peace is restored~ ! Yay ;-D

Join Us: The Avengers and Reader find a way to defeat Horus, after Thoth sacrificed himself to protect them. They rally together the Shifters,
and use their power to destroy Horus for good. OR something like that, I didn't quite have the ending figured out. How I'd write that? I didn't even 
plan it out enough. x'D 

The rest of my series, I want them to be fluffier. Nearly every single one of them has taken at least one dangerous turn. They always seem
to go that route, and it makes me feel like a butt >_> The Sherlock x Child! Reader and Steve x Child! Reader series could've been a lot fluffier and happier,
but they went down the poop hole very quickly. :'-I

Sorry for ruining the endings, but I just don't feel like those stories are where my priorities needed to be. But don't worry, I won't discontinue series like that, ever again.
And as an apology for doing that to you guys, I'll write up plenty of stories from the Idea Box, that've been sitting there and just begging to be written ; v ;

Thanks for understanding,

As always, have a llama:
Llama Emoji-03 (Sparkles) [V1] 

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The sun was drifting lazily among the clouds as (Name) walked into the home of Thranduil. She hummed as she enjoyed the warmth, eying the gorgeous, fluffy clouds that hid behind the huge, lush canopies of the trees. She was on a mission to visit her boyfriend, however, that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the scenery around her, too.

Thranduil’s family was, simply put, loaded. A humongous home, a bright, vibrant yard that stretched for literal miles across the massive estate. (Name) loved to come and visit, sometimes, when she could. She’d invite the rather anti-social boy to come and do things with her, usually out in the world and not in his home. So, whenever she got the opportunity to gawk over it, she always did.

“Excuse me, I’m here to see Thranduil?” She said into the com of the front gate of the wide place. She felt a camera train on her form before the gates opened up, allowing her in to see her lovely man.

And when she says lovely, she means lovely. He was like the Libra* of real life. Pale, clear complexion, and hair that would make any girl jealous. ...Not to mention those gorgeous eyes. And the best part? He was alllll hers.

“Good morning, Ms. (Last Name). It is a pleasure to see you, again.” The butler, who was aging just as gracefully as Thranduil’s father, greeted her. She smiled, bowing her head as he did the same.

“The same to you, Mr. Daeron. How are your grandchildren?”

“Growing quickly, I’m afraid. I may be fortunate enough to meet my great-grandchildren, soon enough.” He replied, and she chuckled, coming into the grand home. “Master Thranduil is in the common room, ma’am.”

“Thank you, Mr. Daeron.” She smiled once again, before taking off for the handsome boy. If you thought the amazing expanse of their yard was beautiful, you haven’t seen anything yet.

Intricate decorations were strategically placed around the massive palace. Elegance, grace and class just echoed around her as she admired how truly gorgeous and clean the place was. Her mouth hung open, something she was rebuked for when a certain someone caught sight of her.

“Close your mouth, (Name). Gawking is inappropriate for someone of your stature.” Thranduil’s voice silenced her awe, and rolling her eyes she joined him in the spacious common room.

“Stature? I’ve barely half the money you have. The only thing that could possibly give me ‘stature’ is going out with you.” She replied, setting her bag on the floor and coming over to the couch he sat perfectly on, and planted a kiss on the top of his head.

“What else would I be referring to?” He hummed, and she scoffed, coming to sit next to him.

“Humble as always.” She mused, crossing her legs as shoes came off and she landed on the cushions. He quirked an eyebrow, turning the page to a very thick book without so much as glancing at her.

“Did you really expect me to be humble, in a house like this?”

“It’s not a ‘house’, it’s a castle.”

“Case and point.” He replied, and she grinned, leaning her head on his shoulder. He was a witty creature, his snide commentary usually reserved for those who annoyed him (an exceedingly wealthy family of rather hairy, short people he “kindly” referred to as “dwarves”). There were quite a few royal families or wealthy neighbors that didn’t get along with Thranduil’s family, so they tended to his family badly.

Hence why he was so lonely, despite the money, and why he was so wary of people -like, extremely wary. It took him long enough to let (Name) become an acquaintance, let alone his girlfriend, of all things.

“Whatever, Dui. I need your help.”

“I thought I told you not to call me that ridiculous name.” He muttered, and she shrugged, picking herself up off Thranduil so she could turn to face him.

“Some of the girls and I wanted to go out, and we were all gonna do our hair up in these cute, matching braids. And since I usually do everyone’s hair, anyways-”

“I see where this is going, and I don’t like it.”

“-I was thinking of trying a new style, to spice things up. And since we’re all going tomorrow, I was hoping that you’d let me practice with you!” She finished, just as he came up with an answer.

“Absolutely not.”

“But I need to practice! It’s important!”

“I won’t allow it.”

“Come on, I thought you promised to support me when I needed your help!”

“I did, but this is-”

“Thranduil, please.” (Name) begged, and turned up the cute level 100%. He matched it with a deadly glare, but he was powerless against the pout. Something she didn’t do unless she had to, but this was pretty important.

Her hair styling techniques were in danger of being…boring.

“You remember what happened last time. I’m not allowing this.”

“But you’ll know this time! I won’t leave it in, I swear!” She promised, looping her arms around his neck and holding onto him. She’d caught him napping once, when he’d gone to visit her. Needless to say, she found it an opportunity to perfect a double-fishtail technique. Thranduil didn’t realize it was in his hair until they went out on a stroll, and people were staring.

(Name) wasn’t allowed to touch his hair for two weeks, after that.

“The answer is no, and that is final.” Thranduil stated with finality, and she huffed, leaning against him with an even deeper frown than his.

“But what do I tell the girls?”

“That you’re dating a soulless brute and you’ll just have to make do with a braid you already know.”

“I’m only telling them the first part.” She grumbled, and his eyebrows rose, amusement playing on his expression in the tiniest way. (Name) hummed, nuzzling against his neck.

“Don’t think being cute is going to change my mind, girl.”

“I’m not!” She argued, pulling herself closer to him. “I’m sad now, so you have to make me feel better.”

“If it keeps me from embarrassment like before, gladly.” He replied, but didn’t bother looking up from his story, instead flipping another page. However, the words were unreadable. Because in the next moment, (Name) was crawling onto his lap, pushing his arms out of the way so she could brood on top of him. He bit back a groan.

“(Name), what are you doing?” He asked, and she shrugged, burying her face in his chest.

“You said you’d comfort me, so here I am. Commence the comfort.”

“You’re being irrational. What would you do if Daeron were to walk in?”

“Then he’d see me cuddling with you. Because you have to comfort me. Because you’re an-”

“Enough! I get it. Just don’t be obnoxious. I’m trying to enjoy my afternoon.”

“So am I.” She echoed, leaning her head against his chest. But just when he thought the worst of the storm was over, he realized it was still impossible to read.

“(Name), you’re blocking my view.” He stated, to which she shrugged, looking totally unfazed.

“You’re not letting me braid your hair.”

“I can’t read.”

“I can’t braid.”



“...Fine.” He grumbled, giving in to her not out of love, but out of sheer annoyance and the desire to finish his story. (Name) cheered, slipping off his lap and bursting behind him, ready to tangle her fingers in those luscious, pale-gold locks.

“You’re the best, Thranduil.” She murmured to him, gently combing knots out of his hair with nimble fingers. He shook his head as he returned to his novel.

“You’re a spoiled brat.”

“Technically you’re the spoiled one, Mr. Moneybags.” She mused, making him scoff. “That, and you let me get away with things all the time.”

“I could make you stop right now.”

“You could,” She agreed, skillfully weaving his hair together, “but I’d need to be comforted again. Which means no reading for you.”

“So basically, I have no choice but to do as you wish.”


“That’s neither fair nor democratic. ..I’m being supressed by my own girlfriend.

“It’s okay.” She told him, pausing her practicework and planting a kiss on the top of his head. “You just do it to make me happy. Follow my every whim, I mean.”

“Yes, but at the cost of my own happiness.” He muttered, turning another page. (Name) laughed, unravelling a misplaced braid strand. Thranduil always meant well, despite his incredibly chilly exterior. It just made teasing him a lot more fun, though.

“Aaaand...finished!” She finally said, after another ten minutes of non-stop braiding. He quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at her as she leaned over his shoulder, snapping a picture of his hair for him to see.

“It’s not bad.” He stated coolly, “Now delete it.”

“I have to send it to my friends first to see if they like it!” She protested, already working her magic to get the picture sent.

Much to his horror.

“(Name), don’t! I refuse to let anyone else see my hair like this! Delete that picture!!” He cried, but she shook her head, sprinting out of the living room before he could even blink. Thranduil growled, dropping his novel to the couch as he stood, racing after his girl.

“It’s sending~!!” She sang, and he felt his heart drop.

“(NAME), DON’T YOU DARE SEND THAT PHOTO!” He roared, swivelling down the halls, searching for (Name) so he could take her phone and properly throw it out a window.

“Is something amiss, sir?” Daeron suddenly asked, appearing in the corridor. Thranduil paused, panting as he looked over at his butler.

“Absolutely nothing. But if you would be so kind as to tell me which way (Name) went, I would appreciate it.”

“Is this in regards to the braid, sir?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

“Ah. Then it is simply a lover’s engagement.” Daeron figured, smiling that wise, grandfather grin. “You two are certainly meant for one another, if I may say so.”

“You may.” Thranduil offered a small smile, knowing it was a lucky thing he had a girl like (Name). Even if she drove him up the wall, sometimes.

Speaking of which-



“Ahh yes, a match made in Heaven, for certain.”

Modern AU! Thranduil x Reader |Braided|
Contest prize for LostAndLiving from Loki Month!
It took a long time to get done, but that was mostly thanks to the series I was busting my butt to finish. >_>
Thranduil's adorable, and I'll definitely be writing more stories revolving around a Modern AU, since there are so many cute possibilities * v *

I hope you enjoyed reading!! ^^
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AskPigeonPrincess Featured By Owner 1 day ago  New member

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Would you like to RP sometime?
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dinogirl39 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
thanks for fav
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jtdeveraabao Featured By Owner 3 days ago
Hello, i stumbled upon a loki fic this week on tumblr extremely similar to your lokixreader 'a new laufeyson' fic, under a different title and with the oc now given a name. Was this you? Or did i stumble on a plagiarized fic? I thought i'd give you a heads up. Works like these should be given credit where it is due.………
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NightmareNeko Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Your fanfics of Fredrick from fe13 gave me the feels and made be feel warm and fuzzy. Love your fanfics 
MaddChaos Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Student General Artist
Your Fave's and critiques only motivate to best I can be.

Thank you for the support my sister!
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