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Gettin the Band Back Together
Finally watching the Homestuck Recap and trying to catch up. (It is 8pm on Apr 13 for me, as I write this. I want to post something for Homestuck Day that's not just 'hey I am aware it's Homestuck Day.') I have not given up on this blog, but as you can see, it is not at the top of my "do this now" priority lists.
(Since I last did serious blogging here, I have created two (tiny) solo TTRPGs, watched BNHA and Untamed and read ridiculous amounts of fic for both, and gotten a Real Job. With. Like. Union benefits. Also my father died in the early Covid era (not of Covid) and this made the whole lockdown thing much easier to handle because I had no interest in being social for at least six months after that.) (And every week, my Google calender says "Reminder: Homestuck liveblogging!" which has served as a weird touchstone for normality throughout the hellscape years.)
GENERAL NOTES:
I want ZERO SPOILERS. NONE. I have a friend (@chibipaw) to help me by reading my inbox, but that just means "she will delete stuff that has spoilers" and I won't see it. I have a broad definition of spoilers. Like. I do not want to hear "oh you'll see that one again" or "wait'll you see what happens when they meet." I was not happy to be told that the people chatting with Our Protagonists were the trolls I'd heard so much about. Don't assume "everyone knows that"; I have managed to block out an incredible amount of knowledge about this fandom.
I am here for the tentabulges. Eventually. I will be reading all the depraved fic. Eventually. I ship them all. Eventually.
…I may ship them all before eventually.
Lemme see if I got this:
It's John's 13th birthday. It has been John's 13th birthday for longer than John has been alive.
His neighborhood got blown up. But he's safe (…for some values of "safe") in the Medium, where things are weird.
Kernelsprites. More than one of them.
Rose is playing with the server version of Sburb
Dave is arguing with trolls
Jade is doing something with a dreamscape something or other
Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey
Wayward Vagabond yay
Midnight crew. Midnight crew song. (Not actually part of the story.) (I want Midnight Crew song fanfic.)
Prospit. Derse. Multiple peoples with the same initials in different settings.
Chess war something (I have kinda stopped paying attention to the recap.)
Multiple strange worlds: Land of Wind and Shade; Land of Light and Rain; Land of Heat & Clockwork, all of which I want custom dragons for. This is complexified by the fact that Flight Rising expanded its color scheme while I was reading Homestuck, and also there are now swarms of new dragon types so I will have to rethink my plans for LOWAS and LOHAC dragons. I don't think I've seen Jade's realm yet.
Trolls with initials that are all "lower case letter followed by capital letter," with meanings that maybe attach to zodiac signs. (PLZ NO SPOILERS I already know too much.)
Flash has died but I have the Unofficial Homestuck Collection and also there's something kinda-sorta like Flash support in Firefox now although I may not have all the features I used in the past.
I have lost both my place in the story and my awareness of context so WHO CARES HERE WE GO.
…Is this too long? Should I bump the actual liveblogging to next post? Should I put it under a read-more tag? I have lost all sense of how I normally pace these things.
gC gives John (eB) a map. An FL4 map. Because that was a thing when Homestuck was written. FL4 files are no longer viable ways to give information. However, given what I know of HS trolls, that would not prevent them from using it.
(Huh my HSLB folder already has a "Google LOWAS.png" file which means this is probably ground I have already covered. Oh well.)
GOOGLE LOWAS
John goes to gate on top of mountain, sees pretty swirly colors that are LOLAR, and crashes into Rose's room. Talks to Dave on Rose's computer.
…Yeah, this looks familiar. Huh.
Look this is the last pic from my regular liveblogging days:
if someone could give me a link for that page, I'd be grateful. In the meantime, I'll go through from where I am and try to catch up. I probably backed up some deliberately but I am now entirely lost.
John is chatting with two Daves. One in orange. One in red. There are timeline issues. I think.
John goes poking through Rose's room. (The wone with MEOWMEOWMEOW all over the walls. Rose: Not the sane one.) He grabs some books with his captchalogue. Or into his sylladex. Dammit, I have forgotten the terminology attached to my favorite feature of this game. Story. Webcomic. Whateverthefuck this is.
Gets the codes from the books.
…and then we're back to… Dave in Derse? Dave and Rose in Derse? Back to John, getting his birthday gift from Rose: some kind of purple-black stuffed rabbit. More bunnies in boxes for John. John is happy with all the bunnies in boxes.
(Huh I already had a 'Chaos Dunk' image too, but not the animated gif. Apparently years of ignoring this have not changed my ideas about which images are interesting & worth sharing.)
This section has NEW RELEVANCE since I am now into Untamed fandom and gifts of rabbits are emotionally meaningful in ways that they were not when I started reading Homestuck. If John loves receiving bunnies, does that make him a Hanguang-Jun analogue? I will have to explore this idea.
John leaves a salamander for Rose in thanks.
There are pesterlog conversations of which I understand almost nothing. Timey-wimey shenanigans. Gonna hope I can pick up the gist of it later because I am not rereading the whole damn thing up to now to get context for these, which I kind of had before but have long lost.
There is a jam session with Dave and Rose in Derse, with 5 musical options. These are selectable by having Dave press buttons. Or by clicking on them directly in the new app.
These open in separate tabs in the Homestuck Collection. Right. The other reason to work my way through Homestuck: The music is awesome.
Of these, I like Derse Dreamers best.
Huh. the Collection and the website have DIFFERENT CONTENT wtf.
Website: Page 1720. Altered from the original - the sound button is at the top because Flash support is now all wonky. Fine. But the second picture here isn't in the collection. (I am fine with this. I don't like the second picture. But it means, sigh, I really will be needing to go back and forth between the Collection app & the website. Ghah.)
Plz throw thoughts at me so I will be inspired to keep doing this.
Only. Not spoilery thoughts. Please.
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tell me there isn’t chemistry here.
#lesbian moms#ok but Elise meets hooktusk on her travels and....#im envisioning romancing the stone#someone write the fanfic pls!!!!#hearthstone#world of warcraft#blizard#night elf#troll#or the mummy#intelligent but introverted woman meets dashing rogue
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Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:
• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind
• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF
• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger
• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves
• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite
• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET
• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”
• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION
• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom
• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating
• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators
• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.
• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels
• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon
• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king
• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing
• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung
• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics
• spent 60 years writing said autobiography
• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read
• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too
• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression
• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors
• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone
• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will
• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves
• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be
• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor
• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor
Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.
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i'm thinking about how the characterisation of the black family tends to be really difficult to get right and one of the reasons that i can think of is that we don't know enough of wizarding culture, so we try to convey the atmosphere and the dynamics through codes that are familiar to us
that's why they are so victorian in so many fics. they act and speak like they're inside a victorian novel, they only ever wear black and dark green, the high society/pure blood circle is also composed by meeting for tea, and having balls, and discussing politics, and arranged marriages
and that's not bad!!! i read and love some fics like that, but i think this is an aesthetic that completely ignores some of the things we know about wizards and about the blacks
first of all, the clothes. wizards wear robes. not late 19th century clothes, robes. and they're most often dramatic and colorful. this is something easily observed in the very first chapter of PS. so i think the blacks should wear deep purple and emerald green and silver and burgundy and turquoise, make outfits fun!!!
second, grimmauld place tells us some things about its inhabitants. the fact that it's a muggle house in a muggle neighborhood shows that they must have some level of cognitive dissonance in terms of what elements of muggle culture and lifestyle they hold (but i don't think that applies to holding the same patterns of views and behaviors of high society, again, it's about how the writers tries to convey "rich and uptight" with codes that are familiar to them). the decoration choices for the house are also very telling, family heirlooms, big clocks, tapestry... troll leg and house elf heads??? that's morbid. that's camp.
and my point is, black family characterisation lacks on campiness. wizards are inherently weird. anything in which they're overly polite and too aristocratic is inaccurate. they are bigots and lobbyists and one of them was literally headmaster of hogwarts. they are into the dark arts but they don't torture their children. make them funnier and messier and weirder and more like real people instead of a bunch of lines from downton abbey glued together
#the noble and most ancient house of black#sirius black#regulus black#walburga black#orion black#alphard black#cygnus black#bellatrix black#andromeda black#narcissa black#lucretia black#hp meta
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I have a lot of feelings about the Durin Family, Fili in Particular
---Howdy folks it is that time of year again where i go absolutely feral for Fili Durin. He is underappreciated and tumblr has addressed that but i feel an URGE to add to the discourse so here I am. This post is not done, fyi. I will add more to it later.
It's 10pm/22:00. I just got home from class. I'm waiting for my ramen water to boil. There is a fireplace and some holiday lights. Let's have a (fireside)chat.
First of all, the constant tying of Fili and Kili together?? Like I get it. Merry and Pippin parallels. I love parallels (looking at you, George), but come on. Chill, just a tad. I know Tolkein didn't give you much to go by, but he didn't even write tauriel into the books or Bolg and yall ran with that anyways. Use your creative brains, pls, I'm actually begging you.
ANYWAYS. Have them develop separately even if only a little. Kili is the younger one, literally viewed younger bc he has the smallest itty bitty beard. He is not the heir, he is the spare, and could have some deep rooted personal insecurities about that as a result. He may feel that he deeply has to prove himself to Thorin bc he does not have a set role in the future like Fili does. Kili gets his romance with Tauriel, which--khgf;ushfw;e uneneccary, but I can appreciate the attempt to broaden the target market and appeal to a romance audience even if the previews did not hint at that happening at all so it would not have been a marketable trait per say but I digress. Again with the parallels of forbidden romance, poor Legolas still does not get any, we know, he was not even in the books really either, let's move on.
Kili is babied by the company, needs to prove himself, his mother made him promise to return to him so he is still deeply in the "coming of age" side of things (a lot of the company is, but that's a topic for another word vomit fireside chat). He begins to realize that he might like elves which goes against his family and he was already the spare, might as well go all in and fall in love with an elf. Fine. I can deal with that. But let's see more of Kili messing up, more so than just the trolls. Let's see him make silly goofy mistakes more. The company always tries to keep him out of the line of fire by making him an archer (heh) and keeping him off the front lines. They do everything to protect him, bc Dis is a terrifying woman, ansd if she made Kili promise to return to her, dammit, the company will return him to her if it is the last thing they do. Kili likely spends less time with Thorin and Dwalin than his brother, so here he is, questioning his own self worth and if he belongs in the party and his own abilities while coming of age and sticking out from his family even more, so why not rebel a little? why not be an archer which is not as glorified, why not consider shaving to meet cross cultural beauty standards, why not date the elf (dammit, I'm convincing myself for Tauriel's presence and I hate that). He's trying his best and messing up along the way, and is INNOCENT. Completely. He is aware of his ancestry and what happened, but he and Bilbo are the two being narrated to when telling of the Durin family history, and as a result, the differences in dwarven / hobbit culture could be explored further. Thorin has a little kiddo to watch out for, and maybe is softer around, because even Thorin knows Kili is young, maybe even too young to be here but if they didn't let him come he would have snuck after them, so we get to see a more forgiving, family-man Thorin who we do not see anywhere else (and yes we get that at the end of the movie but I'm getting to my critique of the (I almost called it a keldabe wrong fandom) forehead touch with a name I cannot recall later).
Onto his brother. Fili is the heir, okay. So, that means that he is likely raised very differently from Kili. Whereas Kili may have had some time to play and be a kid (as much as they could in the Blue Mountains as refugees, anyways), Fili likely was given no such privilege. He followed Thorin around like a lost puppy, watching his every move and trying to imitate it, because he knew he would have to do Thorin's job someday. Even if Thorin did get married / have a kid / etc there would likely still be a window where Fili was in charge before Thorin's kid came of age, and as the years went on, the chances of that happening diminished, and so Fili threw himself more and more into his crown-prince-studies. Maybe a little obsessively, just like his uncle, who had practically stepped into the role as father. Because Fili thought he had to be Thorin. Thorin, meanwhile, saw the King that Fili could be, and that King was so much better than him. Fili grew up humble as a result of them all being refugees, something Thorin did not have to learn until much later and even then he never fully got it. Fili was kind, because he saw the suffering of his people, and understood how large of a difference a small act could make. Fili also had the teachings of Thorin drilled into him, because Thorin's problem was that whenever he saw Fili, he also saw Frerin. Frerin was Thorin's younger brother, just as blond as Fili, and (I'm assuming) played a roll in Fili's name (both starting with F). Frerin died at the Battle of Azanulbizar, and Thorin remembers that battle, he remembers losing his little brother. He can understand the fear that Fili feels whenever the company encounters a fight because he has felt the same in the worst of ways. But, because Thorin understands, he pushes Fili to be better than him. Even if that pushing is too much, too hard, too fast, too young--Thorin knows that Fili can be better than him, and Thorin does not want Fili to suffer as he has suffered, so he does everything in his power to prepare Fili for what is to come, and because Thorin loves him, that is all he does. He pours that love out as motivation and pushes Fili to do more, do everything, and do it better than he did. Fili, being young, does not realize this. He just sees it as Thorin preparing him to be king, and quite brutally at that, but Thorin is the closest thing he has to a father, Fili is not going to question it, not for anything, except for his little brother. And that just hurts Thorin, because he knows that, had he had the chance, he would have died to save Frerin at Azanulbizar. He knows Fili would do the same for Kili, but they are both so, so young. Thorin fears he could lose them both in one go, if he is not careful. So he is harsh, he scares them, he is forceful, because they do not have time for care and coddling, that won't keep them safe.
Whereas the company sees Kili as carefree and fun, Fili is cold, like his uncle. He is stone, and observant, and polite. He has to be Thorin, AND everything that Thorin is not. It is an impossible task, but he has to try. That is what is expected of him, not just by his mother and uncle, but by the entire people that is behind him, waiting for him to ascend to be king. He does not get a choice. The only one who can pull him out of that rut is his brother, with whom he actually feels like he can be what he is -- barely older than a kid.
Im gonna let that sink in for a second. They're CHILDREN.
anyways.
So, Kili gets his romance plot. It's cute and it parallels. And I've established that Kili must prove himself, and Fili will bend over backwards to make Thorin happy, which likely also extends to Dis, his mother.
I imagine Dis gave Kili the river rock to come back home, and she told Fili "be safe, don't be stupid, etc etc" but HIGHLIGHTED "take care of your brother", and Thorin does the same in the movies.
So, when Kili galavants up the bridge to open the gate after the party does a little slip and slide down the river, Fili naturally goes with. He sees that Kili is about to get shot. And Fili, who knows above all else he has to be king and he has to take care of Kili, just does the normal heroric thing and jumps in front, and he gets shot.
He is chastized for it, for being stupid, but overall they both are thanked for getting them out of the mess, and there is no time to waste because the company has to leave, and Fili (like what Kili did albeit maybe with more conviction) will not let others help him, or show weakness. So Fili continues on, poisoned, and Kili has the guilt of knowing his brother took an arrow meant for him. Fili must suffer the consequences of being a hero, and Kili must suffer the consequences of being the youngest, and feeling guilty for not taking responsibility for his own actions.
This all boils over to a fight where Kili tells Fili that "I made the choice to go up there, I didn't ask you to intervene!" because dammit Kili wants to be treated like an adult and FIli just took that away from him, again.
Fili, naturally, retorts, "I just did what I had to, because you know what? mom didn't tell me to come home--all she told me, all everyone ever tells me--is to take care of you! So I don't matter, not to this family, not in the same way you do. You're a son. I'm a prince."
Which, ouch. Slap in the face to Kili, and maybe the company overhears. Kili feels slighted, but also maybe is starting to understand, he can be a kid, Fili cannot. And Fili, meanwhile, is about to break from the weight of expectations that feels heavier than the lonely mountain ever could.
So, Kili stays with Fili when they get to Bard's, because it is what Fili would have done for him. Thorin is pissed, but lets it go, because Kili isn't Fili, and ouch, again.
I imagine Bofur helps quite a bit, he has a kind soul and listens better than most, and while Fili is delirious with fever Bofur talks him through it. Kili gets to be more coherent with Tauriel, and we get to see if their relationship actually holds up outside of a "she saved my life I love her" style of interaction which bleh is cliche as all get out.
and PLEASE when the dwarves do get out of Bard's house, they get to actually help Bard deal with the dragon. I read a fic a long time ago (if I find it I'll link it and the author below) where Fili had to be Bard's arrow anchor instead of Bard's son and I just chef's kiss. The dwarves who are left get to help the humans, and they feel more sympathy for them. Maybe they witness more death, and so when the dwarves do turn their backs on the humans later, Fili, Kili, Bofur, Bifur & crew are like "wait wtf they have suffered enough" unlike their future indifference we see in the movie.
and THEN all the dwarves arrive at the mountain, and Fili and Kili actually get welcomed home like the family they ARE, but it's stunted, because something is wrong with Thorin. He is glad to see Kili and Fili, but barely spares them a glance. They've heard the rumors and stories, of gold sickness. They begin to wonder, and we get to see them talk (probably with Bilbo) about the concept in secret where everyone is looking for the arkenstone. We get to see Kili with his hero worship refuse to believe Thorin would fall under a gold thrall. We get to see Fili, who is afraid of becoming like Thorin, too scared to enter the treasury unless immensly pressured to do so, and even then someone is always with him, because he worries. He still holds the ruby Thorin threw at him, and he keeps it in his pocket. He holds it so tight the edges cut his palm, and the pain seems to distract him from the wealth that surrounds him. I always wondered if Thorin gave Fili that ruby because he was the heir, or the only dwarf with so much gold about their person, with his hair. It was what Thorin saw first, not because it was his nephew, but because he looked like the very thing that already clawed Thorin down into his own demise.
AND NOW the war starts. and this needs to be another post bc ffs I'm losing my shit this is much too long.
#the hobbit#durin family feels#tolkien#thorin oakenshield#kili durin#fili and kili#fili durin#kili#fili#hobbit#dwarves#tolkien dwarves#fix it tumblr#fix it fic#fanfiction#lord of the rings#legolas#tauriel#thranduil#bard the bowman#bilbo baggins#the hobbit bilbo#the hobbit thorin#the hobbit fili#the hobbit kili#vias fireside chat series
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✯EVERYWHERE, PT3✯
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Summary: Sirius has found hatred for the new girl at Hogwarts, or in other words…you.
Warnings: cursing, not many, just annoying sirius as always.
Author’s Note: I already love this series so much. I have at least 5 chapters planned as of now, so it’ll be quick and sweet. For now, enjoy you guys!
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Now, a week ago Sirius never would have imagined finding himself following y/n sallow around Hogwarts, not a clue where he was going. Ever since he had gotten to Hogwarts, Sirius had an unnerving opinion on every wizard he would meet. Considering he had grown up in such a troubling environment, his only opinion on wizards was bad. He didn’t want to live around people like his family all his life. So when he met James Remus and Peter, he assumed they must have been three in a million. He clung to them, never letting anyone else in their little circle because it was already perfect. That is until Remus found friendship in Lily and Marlene. Then came Dorcas, then Mary, and then Sirius started to feel a little more comfortable in his skin.
But when y/n joined in their 5th year, Sirius didn’t like the change in his comfortable life. He hated the change that it brought. Wether she was a Hufflepuff or a Slytherin didn’t matter, she was something new. Sirius didn’t like new. That why he wasn’t sure why, but he was astounded to be following her around Hogwarts. His obsession with change somehow managed to bring him even closer to it. Which of course meant that he wouldn’t shut up the entire walk.
“Where are we going?” He grumbled, following y/n with a brisk clip as he grunted, trying to keep up with her.
“You’ll see.” She whispered, her wand illuminating the only source of light for them to see through the hallway. Now Sirius was all for break ruled, but he usually didn’t sneak out after curfew without James cloak. This was new, he hated it.
“I don’t like this…how do I know you aren’t leaving me to my death?” He teased, making y/n scoff.
“What if I am?”
“You’re being awfully cryptic..” he hissed, making y/n smirk.
“Good.” She nudged him before heading forward, waving her wand around, seeming to follow a certain trail left on the ground. “You don’t need to know anymore than I’m willing to tell you.”
She stopped walking, stopping in front of a tapestry of two trolls, one which looked familiar to Sirius. He stepped back, his jaw slightly agape as he watched the brick wall across from the tapestry reveal a door. It’s not that he hadn’t seen magic like this before, just that he and James had been trying to access the Room of Requirements for years now and she just did it in two seconds.
“The room of requirements.” He muttered, causing y/n to nod.
“You’ve heard of it?” She asked softly, leading him into the room.
“Yeah, I just never knew where it was. Every professor refused to tell me.”
He rolled his eyes, causing y/n to chuckle softly.
“Yeah well, joining in my 5th year does have some perks.”
The two finally were into the room after walking through the small archway at the entrance. Sirius couldn’t help but Woden his eyes when they walked in.
He would be even more astounded in a week from now, when he finds y/n’s house elf, Bucky, who takes the time to take care of the room while she’s gone. But Bucky was on a trip to visit a few Jobberknoll’s in the highlands at the moment, directed to do so by y/n, so when he does return with seven jobberknoll’s in a small pocket sized bag, Sirius decided he would never not be amazed by y/n and her secrets.
“Wow, it’s huge in here! It seemed so much smaller from the outside.” Sirius exclaimed, standing in the center of the room as he looked around. The walls and ceilings were adorned with a yellowish gold shade, accompanied by many hanging plants and potting stations. It had a certain herbology flair too it, not surprising Sirius considering y/n was top of their herbology class.
“It’s magic, what can I say.” She shrugged, as Sirius pointed at one of the large archways in the room.
“Is that, a unicorn poster on that window?” He asked, confused by the appearance of said poster, which was glowing white, a unicorn coming in and out of view the more he looked at it.
“Actually it’s a real unicorn.” Y/n said, reaching her hand through the doorway to gently pet the unicorn’s main, conjuring a brush before pulling her hand back and letting the unicorn be groomed. “That’s one of my great grandmother's vivariums. I use it to contain magical beasts to protect them from poachers. A way of continuing her legacy, sort of say.” She stepped inside, pulling Sirius with her, his hand lighting up at the feeling of her touch. “Besides, it’s wonderful to see which beasts she brings in.”
She stepped off to the side, quickly refilling the beast feeding station, causing a few magical creatures to hurry over to eat before the two left through the doorway.
“Oh, great, you guys are in here too.” Sirius snarled, gesturing to the painting of Sebastian and Constance that hung in the center of the room, being the centerpiece to one of the main archways.
“We’re all around the building actually.” Sebastian said with pride, causing Sirius to roll his eyes.
“What a joy.”
“Come on, it’s over here.” Y/n said, grabbing Sirius’ arm once again as she playfully rolled her eyes.
“Over here? You mean this room is bigger?” He asked, once realizing one of the four archways contained a staircase, which lead down to another large room. “It’s like a freaking garden in here?!” He said with amazement, gawking at the thousands of potting tables bursting with plants. There were cauldrons bubbling with colorful potions, and potting tables with venomous tentaclulas, which shook slightly when harvested. Sirius couldn’t believe his eyes, it was beautiful.
“It is, it works great for planting and potions.” Y/n explained, gathering a bit of wiggenwield potion in a small bottle before handing it Sirius.
“No wonder you’re so ahead of everyone.” He teased, rolling his eyes as she scoffed.
“It’s in here.”
“What is?” Sirius asked cautiously, causing y/n to sigh once again.
“The answers to your questions.”
She lead him to another white archway, which when pulled in revealed a small chamber. The chamber was full of chests, which held different outfits and accessories which looked to be from the 1800s. But maybe the most impressive thing about the room, was the bundle of Nifflers swimming in the gold. Their were purple one, blue ones, brown ones; every color niffler you could imagine were all running around together in the same chamber.
“Are those, Nifflers?” Sirius asked, trying to shake one off his leg as it attempted to pull his chain off his trousers.
“Yes, they’re mine actually.” She explained, picking up one of the blue ones and scratching its head, causing the niffler to happily snuggle into her arm.
“Holy shit…”
If Sirius thought he was speechless before, he was kidding himself. Y/n pulled him into the locked door behind where all the nifflers had been hanging up, revealing a large costal like vivarium. From the distance, Sirius could see a large figure standing, but he didn’t notice what is was. He was distracted by the hippogriffs flying around in the sky above his head, before he finally looked back down, and came face to face with a trap horn. It was sitting up, gently bowing its head to let y/n pet him as she rubbed its nose.
“Be respectful. This graphorn has been around for Merlin knows how long. He’s a symbol of my grandmothers power. The guardian of the Pensive.” She explained, Sirius watching as the Graphorn moved to the side. Y/n stepped forward as a small birdbath looking statue that had been hidden behind the graphorn. “That’s where we’ll find your answers.” She said, gesturing for the two of them to carefully put their faces in the water. Sirius knew what a pensive was, but he had never experienced one before.
It was like he was there, watching Constance and Sebastian fight the goblins. The defeat, the journey, the grief. The story played all of her memories, all up until the repository was drained, before Sirius and Y/n pulled away with a deep breath.
“Woah. So that’s, that’s what you have?” He asked, causing y/n to nod.
“Yes, the ancient magic.”
The two made their way out of the vivarium, locking the chamber doors as they returned to the seats in front of the painting.
“How though… I thought the final repository was destroyed during the battle?” Sirius said, causing Constance to speak up as she sighed from the painting.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.” Sebastian said, drawing their attention back to the painting.
“For the last two generations, ancient magic has been lost from our family. That is, until y/n.” Constance explained, causing Sirius to shake his head, trying to understand the information he was being told.
“Which must mean there’s a repository somewhere left.” Y/n spoke up, causing Sirius to furrow his eyebrows at her.
“We think that when I had passed, my magic manifested itself into a repository, somewhere around Hogwarts.” Constance explained, making Sirius bite his lip as he thought of the memories he just witnessed.
“Could it be under the school, like it was before.”
“We aren’t sure.” Sebastian said with a sigh. “The only way to be sure is for me to go find it.”
“Go find it? Isn’t that dangerous?” Sirius said, turned to y/n with a look of concern.
“Could be. It’s not like I have much of a choice.” She said with a shrug, causing Sirius to look at her strangely, not understanding her idea to jump into the danger he had just seen.
“Why not?”
“The death eaters… word travels fast in Hogwarts.”
Now he knew that was true. Growing up in a family of death eaters, he had his own experience with the kind.
“Lucky for us, there weren’t many dark wizards to worry about, just the three. You guys have many different to worry about.” Sebastian explained. Y/n grabbed Sirius’ arm, causing him to turn to her.
“If the death eaters get word of this repository, they can do just as Ranrok did. If they learn how to harvest the power, it’s only a matter of time before their power takes over.” She explained, making Sirius nod with understanding.
“So this is bad.” He stated, causing her to nod.
“Very bad.”
“When are you planning on finding this repository! I mean, you can’t go alone, you’ll die.” Sirius stressed, pacing back and forth as he ran his fingers through his hair. Y/n was confused at his outburst, only having seen him stress this much when accusing her of dark magic to his friends. And yes, she did hear when he did that.
“I have to.” She said, clenching her jaw and she rolled her eyes at him. “What, are you gonna follow me?”
“What? No.” He crossed his arms, avoiding y/n’s eye contact as he grew with sass. “I don’t know, I mean, Hogwarts is in danger, the whole world could be. It’s not just something you can do alone.” He explained, making her raise an eyebrow at him.
“And why not? Cause I’m a woman?” She teased, adjusting her stance angrily, making Sirius begin to sweat with nerves.
“Be careful son.” Sebastian whispered, earning a shove from Constance.
“No. Not at all. I have the right mind to know you could blast me into next week, but that doesn’t mean that you’re strong enough to contain that magic.” He sighed, looking down at his hands before meeting her eyes. “I don’t think anyone could be alone at least.”
For the first time, maybe in his entirety at Hogwarts, Sirius looked into her eyes. He looked at her eyes, into her face, and he really dive into them to try and see what she was thinking. He felt his heart clench slightly, nit being used to looking at her that way. It was odd, yet nice, and he wished it had lasted longer than it did.
“Well, I don’t have a choice.” She hissed, quickly ignoring his longing stare before turning swiftly on her heel. She didn’t mind that she was leaving Sirius alone to his own devices in her Room, but she assumed he wouldn’t do anything stupid with Sebastian and Constance in there. And besides, she didn’t mind if it meant she could leave.
“So, how’d you stumble upon the Undercroft?” Sebastian asked, causing Sirius to turn to face the painting. He was watching Y/n leave, turning to the painting with a gloomy look on his face.
“Oh um, I just happened upon it.” He stuttered, making Sebastian scoff.
“You know you suck at lying.” He teased, making Sirius roll his eyes.
“I’m not lying.”
“I know you followed her.” Sebastian responded quickly, making Sirius open his mouth to speak, before closing it and huffing.
“How do you…”
“Paintings talk, Black.” Sebastian said with a smirk. “Speaking of, your great grandfather was a horrid school headmaster.”
“Oh I know. I don’t associate with my family much.” Sirius said, quickly looking down at the floor to avoid the topic of his family.
“Neither did my friend Ominis.”
“Ominis Gaunt?” Sirius asked, Sebastian’s eyes lighting up at the name.
“You know him?” He asked, which surprised him. Usually only the Slytherins knew about him. Ominis’s portrait was hung up by the fireplace in the common room, where he would convince the 1st years of the mermaids outside the window.
“No, but we’ve learned about his family in history of magic.” Sirius said, making Sebastian sigh.
“Yes well, I doubt they tell you everything. He like you, didn’t find his family well. You know what else he did? He helped us, with the repository, with containing the magic.” Sirius perked up, having wondered himself how one could even help with the repository. “It’s true, containing it alone is impossible. Y/n doesn’t see that, but she does need help.”
“Well, I mean I can’t help her. We’re rivals, we don’t get along.” Sebastian snorted.
“Again, the lying thing. You know you really gotta leave that to the Slytherinss…” he teased, earning a shove from his counterpart.
“Oh shush Sebastian. You know, Sirius. Just the fact that you followed her here means you’re already ready to help.” Constance explained. Sirius stuttered, shaking his head.
“But I, I can’t..” he mumbled, making Sebastian and Constance share a glance.
“Sleep on it, yeah? When you change your mind, come see me in the slytherin common room. I can guide you.” Sebastian explained, referring to his single portrait that hung up in the Slytherin common room.
“But I’m a Gryffindor, I’m not allowed in the Slytherin common room.”
“Then find a way.” Sebastian explained, making Sirius roll his eyes.
“That seems like a lot of work considering I don't want to help her.”
“Yes, well, when you change your mind you’ll find a way.”
Sirius scoffed, turning to stare at the door where y/n had left. He wasn’t gonna help her, he didn’t like her. He wasn’t, he couldn’t.
It took him two class periods before he clipped a strand of his brother's hair to make a poly juice potion.
#sirius black fluff#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black headcanons#sirius black#marauders x reader#marauders imagine#marauders
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a request (WHEN YOUR NOT BUSY) about prince nuada where he meets the reader at the station when the fighting is over and she’s like a beast tamer humming lullabies to tooth fairies and other dangerous things like that?? ☺️❤️
Hello! I'm not sure what sort of theme you wanted, so I stuck to a soft/fluff/kind of angsty at the begining enemies to possible lovers theme. I hope you like it.
The beast tamer and the prince
Pairing: Nuada x Fem. Reader (Parts human and elf | Beast tamer)
Word count: 823 words
Themes : Some angst, maybe | Soft | Fluff | Enemies to lovers
Warnings : None
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p.s. the bit with the wife and tea and biscuits was inspired by a scene between Sheldon and Penny, on The Big Bang Theory.
Nuada returns to his palace in an abandoned station after a brutal few weeks, helping Hellboy and the BPRD fight and defeat Nimue, the Blood Queen.
He’s completely exhausted, lost to the world, and not paying any attention to what is happening around him. Due to this, he misses the baby tooth fairies trailing him, looking for their first meal. Only when they take off and come after him does Nuada realize he’s been targeted as prey. He whips out his spear, ready to defend himself.
Except that nothing happens, save for someone singing in a language Nuada has not heard in over nine millennia. As this eerie, otherworldly tune floats through the tunnels, Nuada looks around, his ears twitching. The tooth fairies looked dazed, not moving, barely even breathing. It was as if they were hypnotized. When he demanded you show yourself, you do, armed with only a strange flute and your own voice.
He discovers you are half mortal and half elf, a descendant of a long-forgotten line of beast tamers who once worked for King Balor. Nuada is shocked, as everyone thought your clan was wiped out by the great wars of seven thousand BC, when the Golden Army marched against the armies of men. The tattoos on the inside of your right forearm showed otherwise, as only those who have proven their gifts to the clan elders could receive such tattoos.
Despite his reservations, Nuada assists you in capturing the tooth fairies and transporting them to an off-realm reserve where they will not harm anyone. He asks you to live with him as royal etiquette decreed such an invitation, as repayment for saving his life.
The giant troll lives with him, Mr. Wink, takes to you in a heartbeat. Nuada, on the other hand, keeps you at arm's length. He is cold and aloof, as is his personality, and always high prince to everyone else. And he insists on being treated as such.
This infuriates you, and the two of you constantly butt heads and trade insults. Usually, these insults revolve around epithets such as prig from your end, and wasp-tongued-viper from his end. Even after the two of you cooled off with the insults, bickering would follow whenever you were together. Quests to capture another beast or creature on behalf of the BPRD would always end up with the two of you bickering like an old married couple. At least, that's what Abe believes.
"If we were married," Nuada would say, "The wife would bring me tea and biscuits in the evening."
"You hate my tea," you'd retort. "And we have no biscuits."
"My wife would keep them on hand."
"Your wife demands a divorce."
"Wonderful," Nuada would say without missing a beat. "On the way back from the temple, could you stop by the troll market and pick up some Bethmoran rose biscuits for my afternoon tea?"
Epic huffs and eye-rolls will abound. Hellboy would ask if the two of you needed a room. Nuada would shiver in horror. You'd look at Hellboy like he had grown another head. The two of you would skulk off in different directions.
In time, however, mutual respect blooms between the two of you.
Nuada comes to appreciate your skills, for it means children of the old gods no longer have to be killed unless absolutely necessary. He starts fighting in your corner during BPRD meetings, backing you up against Manning and his orders.
You come to respect Nuada's love for his family and his people, his willingness to go to great lengths to protect them and keep them safe.
The two of you have saved each other's lives more times than either of you can count.
Nuada comes to find your nicknames for mythical creatures all rather amusing.
Tooth fairies you call: Teethcinerators.
And dragons are called: Winged fire breathing danger noodles.
Unicorns, on the other hand, end up being called: Rage ponies, given their violent and unpredictable nature.
These nicknames end up being used by him and many others at the BPRD, much to Manning's eternal frustration.
You teach Nuada how to charm animals just by using his voice. He tries it on Mr. Wink. Mr. Wink ends up in a trance for two days, and you go through every book you have to get him out of it.
Mr. Wink was naturally unhappy about it, and complained about it for weeks.
You realize Nuada has the most beautiful voice you have ever heard, and you come up with every conceivable excuse to get him to sing.
Nuada catches on to your tricks but finds them all rather endearing.
"If you just want to hear me sing, y/n, you need only ask."
You go red in the face and flee his presence.
Nuada decides to talk to his father about you.
King Balor approves, and insists on meeting the person who brought about such positive changes in his son.
#asks#reader request#reader insert#prince nuada#prince nuada x reader#nuada x reader#nuada imagine#hellboy#hellboy imagine#head canon#fanfiction#writeblr#enemies to lovers
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“The earth is littered with the ruins of empires that believed they were eternal” but let’s talk why that is an oxymoron.
To love is to be changed, goes the saying. And when Durin is faced with a drowning friend holding out his arm for salvation, Durin thinks little of his own empire. His father, King, is wary: knows that Middle-Earth and all its variations are landmarked with remnants of empires and old glories fallen to memory and time and knows that, like all else, the elves have a time, the end of which they must eventually meet, no matter how long. It is bitter, as all passings are, and inevitable like all truths. To save the elves would mean their own demise; to risk dwarven lives, to plunge deeper into the depths of the earth with its foreboding reality hanging overhead: to dig further would be turning over the soil of their own graves. And yet, Durin does exactly that.
To love is to be changed, and who’d have thought a dwarf would defy king and duty for the sake of elves (read: one half-elf who’d taken up a sword to save his life from a troll or two. Some think three and that the sword be a bow, but that is of no matter) and yet it is exactly what Durin does. Cripples his empire to save his friend (in hindsight, it does not fall in a day or two but years do feel like days to elves), and no-one talks much about how yet another ruin fell for love. When mentioning Durin’s great line, it is with the bitter taste of remembering yet another glory of another time brought to its knees. The dwarves pinnacled in their lifetime, it is remarked, but greed is a vicious master and they met ends in the depths of mountains where fire rears its head with a whip and a wizard would meet his match, where even Orcs and fell creatures of the dark cower in fear. But there is no-one to reiterate: Durin dug deep for his friend (read: the entire elven race). Durin’s empire had little gain from elven timber of a Whatnot Sacred Forest or wheat and grain though it turned the interest of dwarven lords, but Durin—loved and loving, against his wishes and better judgment—who rushed under crumbling mines to save his mining subjects from death defies king and country, and digs up precious ore for a most vicious greed: that he should keep his friend, for one more day, and one more lifetime.
Empires are built to fall: it is the inevitable truth. Someday, whatever day it be, regardless of the cause. Empires believe they are eternal, or so the saying goes, and offers the evidence: ruin littering the earth. Yet all recognize the ruin, and the song such empires once hummed haunt the corridors and abandoned archways. Durin’s line broken, Gil-Galad fallen. Elrond passing into memory.
To love is to be remembered, and Elrond carries the memory of Durin’s hearty laugh and the set of his brow over determined eyes and recognizes its bearing in his descendants. Thorin looks little like his late friend but for the same fire in his eyes, the same secrecy and pride. Elrond is tempted to uncover such secrets if only to see whether the same spluttering indignation exists; Elrond misses it. Durin and his kingdom fall, or rather, it shatters into scattered starlight, yet it still remains. In elven memory, and elven kingdoms, shedding its light onto changed, remembering hearts.
#elrond and durin#elrond peredhel#the rings of power#durin#the rings of power drabble#look the show was...something but i found that if you kinda plug your mental ears to the fact that it's meant to operate on the same#wavelength as the hobbit and lotr and pretend it's something of it's own then you kind of see something enjoyable.#there were a lot of interesting storylines/messages in the subtext or so i discern#anyways elrond and durin's friendship struck me#because it kind of goes past typical enemies become friend/from enemy countries sort of trope.#especially considering durin pushed for mining mithril just cause elrond asked for him to save his race.#“the dwarves were greedy” yeah but the king shut down the mines because they were dangerous and they had no real need of them#so really mithril was mined for the elves AKA: for Elrond's sake#or at least in the show's narrative i have no clue if this is true in the books I'm yet to read the Sil.#which you know still is a beautiful fact: mithril was dug up for the elves/fast forward to Khazad Dum and the Balrog and yeah..#it struck a heartstring.
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How the hell did I learn about the 9th Amulet book through two brothers arguing in the backseat behind on a two hour plane trip from Arizona? I thought they were joking at first till I searched it up and it’s real and it’s coming out very soon. So after I learned that I decided to re-read the Amulet series up till 8 and decided to tell whoever is willing to read this my thoughts!
Clarification beforehand though, I do enjoy Amulet. It was one of my favorite pieces of media for a few years and even inspired me to create my own story similar to it. While I may come off a bit hatful and aggressive, I do like this series but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my fair share of problems with it
Books 1
So I’m going off the same rating scale that I use for movies so go check out my Trolls Band Together review to know what each rating means and just replace movie/film to with book. Anyways I give this book, 6/10. I enjoyed this book. This was the first graphic novels series I read and I was excited to know what happened next. I also loved how the robots and the robot house looked. I don’t have any problems with the first book. Primarily because it’s way too early to have any problems.
The reason why I rate it low though, is because while I enjoy it, it’s not my favorite. It didn’t do much to really impress me nor draw my attention. It did just enough to make me wanna see what happens next.
Book 2
With the second book I give it a 6.8/10 right between 6.5 and 7. Why? Well for starters I enjoyed the Elf plot line. To me, when I first read the series was much more interesting then the main one for some reason. This is the book where we meet Leon. Leon, for the most part was an interesting character. Not to mention we get some world building through him about the elf king and being a stone keeper.
Navin’s plotline, while useful to some degree, wasn’t my favorite. Of course it’s important but I was less invested than I should’ve. That might just have been a personal problem I have with Navin later in the series but we’ll get to that later.
My only problem with this is Luger. Now, Luger is a good villain and I found him intimidating when I first read the second book. I think my problem really stems from the fact that this is the only book where Luger gets to be a villain. This should be a book 3 problem but book 2 is where he is defeated.
Book 3
Book 3 was my favorite when I was younger and it still holds the place as one of my favorite amulet books in the series to this day. I give it a good 7.5/10. This book does a lot of things right in my opinion. I like the action sequences and the new information about Trellis backstory proving again that he is the most interesting character. I also found Rico and Enzo funny believe it or not. They are a fun addition to the party.
However, my problem was the robots. Miskit and Cogsly were just there most of the time. They didn’t really guide Emily like they were set up to be. I didn’t feel anything when they got captured. Which is not something you want your readers to feel when something bad happens. I also found Luger’s personality change strange. I expected him to be a bit more hostile and condescending after being defeated. Granted, you could argue it was the stone but still, it was odd.
Book 4
I have mixed feelings about this book. This is where certain problems that I have with Kazu start to show. First of all, I give this one a 7.5/10 as well. I was never sure if I should trust Max until the very end. I never understood Max. He was suspicious and I thought he had bad intentions some times and other times I thought for a moment maybe he did have good intentions for Emily.
I also like Alyson mostly because she felt much more real. She was fun and I liked her character. Leon, Rico, and Enzo have their moment, the prison break which I enjoyed reading. I also like the Elf racism while Trellis and Luger are at the prison. Granted, it’s brief but it’s to be expected and it does give some insight on what other people think about Elves. I also liked Vigo. I was glad to see another stone keeper on the good and he also came with more world building which I’m always glad to see.
However, Miskit and Cloglsy were both weak parts and I was confused about how everyone was dead and stone and Max’s agenda for a while. I had to re-read certain parts to fully grasp what was happening.
Book 5
Book 5 was a 7/10. I don’t have many thoughts. For one I am mad they split up the original party. Karen, Miskit, Cloglsy, and Leon felt like they were meant for more before they got shoved in the brook closet. Sure, Cloglsy is here with Navin but it isn’t much. I do enjoy seeing Navin and Alyson hanging out, that’s fun. Max’s backstory is sad..he tried helping his friend and her family from prison. Only for it to backfire horribly in his face and be thrown into prison for trying to be a good person. His hatred and need to revenge for his dead friend is such an interesting concept for a villain and he poses such a genuine threat and I love it.
Then there is the about the voice. I am not gonna lie, not a big fan of it. The reveal that the voice is the elf king felt odd and sort of out of place. I don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it.
Book 6
Max. Max, max, max. All I got to say is f-ck you, Kazu Kibuishi for screwing over such an interesting character. This book gets a 5.1/10. The utter and total whiplash I got when Max wanted to work with Trellis, Emily, and Vigo gave me migraines. There was no build up and it was so random. And his death, are the FUCKING kidding me. This just felt like a lazy way to write out a character. Max knew that Layra wouldn’t approve of his actions and that’s why he asked for forgiveness. Then he tried to justify with her and it’s such horse crap! No to mention, it was so fricking anticlimactic and just lazy!
I also wasn’t a big fan of Navin’s side plot. Also something reoccurring is that Emily is just there. She doesn’t push the narrative because she has no goals. She just does heroic stuff because she feels she has to. Not because she wants to. It makes her feel flat. Which is disappointing since she had potential to be great.
The reason why I don’t put this as a three is because the scene where they save the elves and Trellis announces himself to be the real king, is cool. Not to mention I liked Riva. She’s a character that had great potential. However this is not enough to save this book.
Book 7
Oh, firelight. You are the embarrassing sibling in the Amulet series. I give you 3/10. First off, one good thing I’ll say is I am glad we are continuing the theme of lost. Even if it feels weird, pacing wise. That’s it. That’s the only thing I really enjoy about this book.
First off I didn’t like Pil, Alyson, and Navin’s storyline. It was just there and it took up too much page time. Second, Gabilan. Oh, Gabilan. He was also just there. We get his backstory, he does some stuff and then he dies. He’s a plot device and while if you really think about it, everyone is a plot device, Kazu didn’t try to hide the fact that he is a plot device. Also the ending. TRELLIS. YOU ARE TELLING YOU DID EVERYTHING TO TRY AND STOP HER FROM BECOMING A BIRD! WHAT THE F—
Book 8
Where do I begin. First off, this book was a 0/10.
And now my problems. First off the si fi outer space plot like win Navin was so boring. Oh my god. I felt nothing. But that. That part was least of my concerns. My concerns was everything else. First of all, Trellis and Vigo got nerfed so easily that it annoys me. They stop the army and that’s fine, though they did it without trying. And that’s it for them. In the entire book. I have several issues with them shoving Riva, Trellis, and Vigo in the closet.
But my biggest issue is Emily and the void. First of all how the hell did she get out so easily. Was this even an issue if she just left without any problems any help. WHY DID SHE NEED NO HELP! If it was that easy to leave the void, why did it take people years to get out. What the fuck. Also what the fuck is with the future Emily bullshit?! TIME PARADOX ARE A THING KAZU. THERE IS A REASON NOT MANY PEOPLE DESL WITH TIME TRAVEL. Also who the hell is Moze’s dad?! Why does he have to her son?! Kazu, why?! You missed the mark by a landslide.
Also the elf king. WHAT. THE. FUCK. IT WAS SO FRICKING EASY TO DEFEAT HIM. JUST HAD TO TAKE OFF HIS DAMN MASK. TELL ME THIS. IF THE ELF KING WAS THAT EASY TO DEFEAT, WAS HE EVER A REAL THREAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! NO! WE HAVE BEEN BUILDING UP TO THE ELF KING AS THR BIG BOSS SINCE BOOK 2 AND WE DEFEAT HIM IN THE MOST ANTICLIMACTIC WAS POSSIBLE ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! NOW THE MAIN THREAT IS A BUNCH OF SHADOWS?! WHY?! WHY! AND IF YOU TELL ME THAT THAT ISNT WHAT BOOK 9 IS ABOUT IT STATES IN THE AMZON DESCRIPTION: “Emily finally understands the stone's power and what she must do to defend Alledia from the shadows.”
ALSO THE FACT THAT EMILY IS ALIVE SEEMS LIKE A NO BIG DEAL TO VIGO AND TRELLIS ALSO THEY JUDT LER HER LEAVE TO GO KILL A BUNCH OF SHADOWS ALONE?! ALSO OLD EMILY WAS THERE TO GIVE EMILY HER STAFF AT THE END. AGAIN, TIME PARADOXS ARE A THING KAZU.
Overall thoughts:
It’s obvious that Kazu Kibuishi wrote this story without a proper outline. What does that mean? It means Kazu didn’t know how he was going to end the story or the middle. He knew the beginning and instead of trying to figure out and plan the entire story, he wrote what he thought of right on the spot. When waverider comes out I will buy it and read it. I will also most likely rate it and write down my thoughts. Till next time though, if you actually took the time read this post and indulge in my thought process and ideas.
#amulet books#amulet#kazu kibuishi#emily hayes#Navin Hayes#prince trellis#Vigo Light#book review#this is a long post#when I’m passionate about something I talk a lot about it#max#ikol#waverider#ranty rant
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I've decided to write down my favourite Silmarillion quotes/passages
This is what I have so far, feel free to add yours
• "You have my leave but not my love." - you tell him Curufin
• "And Morgoth came." - three words yet the power they have is perfect
• "But Finrod walks with Finarfin, his father, beneath the trees in Eldamar." - que the waterworks
• "Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and wielded an axe two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried: 'Aurë entuluva! Day shall come again!' Seventy times he uttered that cry."
• "Death you can give me earned or unearned; but the names I will not take from you of baseborn, nor spy, nor thrall. By the ring of Felagund, that he gave to Barahir my father on the battlefield of the North, my house has not earned such names from any Elf, be he king or no." - I'm in a love hate relationship with Thingol at times so you tell him bby
• "For little price,’ he said, ‘do Elven-kings sell their daughters: for gems, and things made by craft. But if this be your will, Thingol, I will perform it. And when we meet again my hand shall hold a Silmaril from the Iron Crown; for you have not looked the last upon Beren son of Barahir.” - also as above
• "Get thee gone from my gate, thou jail-crow of Mandos." - love him or hate him but Fëanor is badass.
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6... on a falling tear and 38... because they're running out of time （＾ω＾）
Oh how lovely and tragic, very nice choices! Thank you very much for the ask. I'll split them up into two separate posts because I'm incapable of ever writing anything succinct though, sigh!
Prompt taken from this; anyone can feel free to send other numbers in at any time, I don’t care how long it’s been. (Just maybe add some context to your ask if it’s been like a month or more since I posted this, because otherwise I won’t know what to do with the random number in my inbox lmao).
#38....because they’re running out of time.
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“Never thought I’d die as a diversion,” Gimli muttered, watching as Sauron’s army poured out of the Black Gates and surrounded the two small hills on which Aragorn had arrayed their forces.
Gimli could not count the teeming numbers of the enemy that stood before him—they were too many, too foul—but Legolas had the keen eyes of the elves, and he had told Gimli that their force of six thousand was outnumbered at least ten-to-one. They were not all orcs, either, which would have been bad enough; for surely each troll should be counted six or seven times at least.
The hills would help, Gimli thought numbly, at least a little; the incline would grant the defenders an advantage over the enemy that would have to scramble to climb up at them, and the slag pools of fetid Mordor that surrounded the low hillocks would be another impediment—but it would not be enough.
They had known it would not be enough even before they set out for the Black Gates, and they had all of them come anyway. Gimli did not regret his choice to follow his friends into doom, no; but that did not make the moment of the end any less bitter. And that moment was almost here, now; they were running out of time.
The enemy paused at the feet of the hills, hissing and cursing and some of them even spitting, and Gimli spun his axe to stretch his shoulders in anticipation of the battle to come.
He stood near the front, with Aragorn and Legolas and most of the mightiest of their fighters, where the attack would surely be the thickest. He eyed one lumbering troll that was pushing its way through the milling ranks of orcs, an ugly line of drool hanging off one side of its jaw where broken teeth distorted its already ugly grin into something macabre and ghoulish.
“Gimli,” Legolas said, standing so close beside him, his voice light with echoes of distant birdsong, and Gimli could feel himself smiling in instinctive response even as his heart twisted in sorrow at the thought of what was soon to come for them both. “Gimli,” Legolas said, “may I—I would ask a very great favor of you, my friend, if you would indulge me, please.”
“Of course,” Gimli said immediately. He turned to look up at the elf beside him, standing like a slender ray of sunlight in that bleak land, and tried to hide his breaking heart behind his smile. He could not imagine what sort of favor Legolas might ask at this late juncture—or if he could, then it was a favor that need not be spoken aloud, for Gimli had already vowed to himself that he would not allow the enemy to take this elf alive for torment when the battle ended and their defeat enfolded them.
“Anything, Legolas, you know that.”
Legolas gave a strange, half-choked laugh, and pressed his free hand to his face as though smother some strong feeling; with his other, of course, he held the mighty bow of the Galadhrim that the Lady had given him, and Gimli’s heart gave another pang at the thought of three golden strands tucked away safely behind white walls far away, waiting for a dwarf who would never return to reclaim them—but then Legolas moved, and Gimli’s eyes were drawn instead to tight golden braids that swayed before him as the slender Wood-elf suddenly swayed like a falling sapling and bent down close to Gimli’s face.
He caught Gimli’s bearded cheek with his hand and turned the dwarf’s face up to meet him, and then—oh, and then Legolas was kissing him and Gimli’s mind seemed to dissolve in a blaze of starlight. His whole world narrowed down to those smooth lips pressed so tight and hungry to his own; those long fingers twined so gently through his beard to cup his chin in their narrow palm; the brush of heavy golden braids against Gimli’s shoulders as Legolas bent low over him...
Belatedly, Gimli realized that he had reached up to press his hand to the elf’s face as well; he only noticed when the pad of his thumb brushed against the tip of one long pointed ear and Legolas’s breath hitched in both their mouths.
The drew apart, Legolas swaying back upright with a last lingering flutter of his fingers against Gimli’s beard before he pulled away. Gimli’s jaw worked soundlessly around words that would not come,his wide eyes fixed so fervently on the beautiful, beardless face before him that he almost forgot the stink of the orcs and the jeers of their ugly voices in his ears.
“Forgive me the liberty, I pray,” Legolas rasped. His mithril-bright eyes shimmered with unshed tears, in that moment looking suddenly so like the pool of the Mirrormere that Gimli almost felt as though he had been transported somehow back to the hills outside Khazad-dûm, and this desperate death at the doors of Mordor made into naught but a terrible dream.
But the creeping tendrils of fear that marked the approach of the Nazgûl was no dream; nor were the thundering steps of the trolls as they began to scale the hills, nor the shouts of the orcs as they struggled to follow. In moments, the enemy would be upon them. There was so much Gimli wanted, needed, to say; but they were running out of time.
“There is—there is nothing to forgive, Legolas,” he managed to croak.
“I am relieved to hear it,” Legolas replied. “For I could not bear to die without ever kissing you, Gimli.”
Gimli reached up for those golden braids and bright eyes again. “Legolas—!”
Legolas flashed him a brief, bright, heartbroken smile, and then turned away to face the enemy as the orcs rushed towards them. Gimli raised his axe more out of habit than intention and stepped up beside the elf. “Legolas...” he tried again, but his head was reeling and he could not find the words he wished to craft; they all slipped through his mental fingers, like he was trying to scoop cave-cold water with naught but his bare hands.
Then the first troll reached them, bellowing as it knocked three soldiers of Gondor off their feet to tumble down the hill towards the waiting blades of the orcs below. Gimli growled and gripped his axe, and then suddenly Legolas was scaling the troll, blasted fool of an elf that he was!
“Legolas!” Gimli shouted again, and raced to follow him into the fight.
The troll was too slow to catch the nimble elf, but its attempts to do so blunted its attention to the axe in Gimli’s hand as he hacked at its knees. The creature roared belatedly in anger, even as thick blood wept down its legs. It reached down to try and swat Gimli away, and Legolas scampered across its shoulders and drove his long knife in deep into the troll’s eye. Even that was not enough to kill the beast, but when two Rohirrim came up with long spears the troll was too woozy with pain and blood-loss to bat the weapons away from its throat.
It went down with a thud and a cry of rage rose from the orcs in response. Legolas skipped away from the body and landed on the ground again at Gimli’s side. Shaking with fear, anger, and adrenaline, Gimli caught him by the wrist and gave the elf a shake. “Don’t do that again!” he shouted. “You’re going to get yourself killed!”
Legolas laughed, fey and unfettered, his merriment as sharp and keen as his arrows. He slashed his knife through the throat of a climbing orc and twisted easily away from the resulting spray of black blood. “Gimli, we are all going to die here,” he said, wiping the blade clean on the skirt of his tunic before sheathing it and drawing his bow once more. “Put aside your fears, my dear; we have moved beyond that now. All that is left to us is to make our deaths worthy of those that came before us, and to sell our lives dearly enough that we might hope to buy enough time for others to save all those who may come after from this Shadow.”
His arrows flew true, burying themselves in throats and eyes and black-blooded hearts even as he looked back at the dwarf more often than he did at the oncoming orcs. In Legolas’s eyes, Gimli could see the glimmer of all the years together they would never have; could see the crumbling eternity of an immortal life cut short and the unscalable chasm that lay forever between the fates of elves and dwarves, sundering them from one another for all time even unto the breaking of the world.
This, he realized, was all the time they were ever going to have.
Tears stung his eyes, hot and bitter. It was not enough. It would never, ever be enough—and it did not matter, because there was no more to be had.
Gimli shook his head, swallowing down the urge to weep; he had to focus on the orcs. There were too many coming up the sides of the hill now, too fierce; it was all Gimli could do to swing his axe in time to block their blows and cut them down. It was all he could do to keep close to Legolas’s side, the elf now reduced to fighting with nothing but his long white knife. There were maybe half a handful of arrows in his quiver yet, but even elvish speed was insufficient to allow for proper archery at sight a tight distance in this tumult.
Oh, why had Gimli not seen to it that his elf was better armed before they rode off to this final battle? Legolas was deadly with that little knife, yes, but oh it seemed so short in his long fingers. Why had Gimli not sought the armories of Gondor, and borrowed some mightier blade for his friend? Why had he not sought the forges, and made him one to suit his lanky frame?
He was such a fool. What had he been wasting his time on instead, when he could have—should have—been seeing to Legolas’s safety?
When he could have been kissing him?
Gimli growled, and swung his axe harder, and watched one burly uruk go down gurgling and clutching at its guts. Gimli swung again, and its head toppled free and he could turn to the next enemy, the next threat. Beside him, Legolas whirled and slashed in a flurry of golden braids and a black-blooded blade. He lunged over Gimli’s head to slit the throat of an orc that was angling a spear towards Gimli’s ribs as Gimli kicked-out low and took the feet out from under another orc that had managed to get a grimy hand around one of those bright braids.
“Away from him!” Gimli bellowed, and the orc feel back squealing over the stump of its arm. Gimli stepped closer to the elf—his elf—and they ended up fighting back-to-back, or back-to-shoulders at least; their disparate heights should have made them terrible battle-partners, but it was so easy to fall into a rhythm with Legolas, a balancing of their skills and statures. Legolas spun high with his short knife and Gimli swung low with his broad axe, and the enemy gave way before them.
But more came, replacing those that fell. Always more came, and the fight went on. Gimli could feel his limbs tiring, his bones aching from the weight of his blade and the blows that had glanced off his mail. A dozen small cuts he could not remember taking bled sluggishly, adding a dull sheen of red to the viscous black liquid that splattered his armor and his skin.
More came, and the Nazgûl followed, and all around them men shrieked and cowered beneath that mindless fear. Gimli fought on, so numb with grief that he barely startled at the cry that the eagles had come. That felt unreal, like something out of some other story; one that had a better ending than theirs. Despair rolled thick across the Host of the West and even Gimli, stout-hearted dwarf that he was, faltered for a moment before it—
And then Legolas laughed.
There was nothing merry in that sound, and the only brightness was the sharp brightness of a pale blade flashing out of the shadows of tall black trees. It was a laugh full of teeth, and claws, and all the dark and dangerous things that lurk within a wood. It was the sort of laugh that would send wise folk fleeing for strong walls and sturdy doors; the sort of laugh that might send children shivering to hide under their beds and wait for dawn. It was the laugh of a wild thing, untamed and dangerous, and it rang out light and sharp-edged above the gutteral shouts and screams of the orcs and the roaring bellows of the trolls.
Legolas laughed, and Gimli smiled to hear it. He lifted his head high against the weight of Mordor’s bleak despair and raised his axe high once more. Legolas was right; there was no longer any cause for fear. They had faced the end already, and the end was here; there was no sense cowering before it. Better to stand tall, and die fighting proud and unbowed, defying the power of the Dark Lord to the last.
And then—and then, on the other side of fear, after all hope seemed so long lost it was little more than a memory, everything changed.
The Nazguûl fled; the army crumbled; the towers fell.
Sauron was destroyed. And they had lived.
They lived.
Gimli could hardly process it. He turned to Legolas, still at his side, the both of them weary and blood-stained and heartsick from the tangled mingling of hope and despair, and he opened his mouth to speak—but no words came out.
He saw all their tomorrows flow suddenly back into Legolas’s bright eyes and the elf swayed, as though the sudden lifting of the Shadow had left him unsteady on his light feet. Gimli caught his hand and held him steady.
“Legolas—” Gimli began.
“Tomorrow,” Legolas interrupted him with a smile. “Let us help the wounded now, Gimli; we will talk on other things tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” Gimli said, rolling the taste of the word around in his mouth; rolling the feel of it around in his mind. “Yes,” he said. “Tomorrow. To think that there will be such a thing!” He laughed from bewildered joy and squeezed his elf’s hand once, tightly, before letting go and turning back to the grim battlefield. “Tomorrow. We will talk on all things then.”
Legolas bent and pressed a light kiss to Gimli’s cheek. “Tomorrow,” he said again, the word heavy with promise, and then they walked off together into the carnage of hopes renewed and deaths well-fought.
“Tomorrow,” Gimli murmured once more to himself, and there on the bloodstained soil of the Black Land, he smiled.
#well that one uh...that one kind of got away from me didn't it?#yeah this was kind of supposed to end by paragraph nineteen#and then it...didn't#so have uhhh have the whole final battle of the war of the ring i guess???#sorry not sorry??? idk#thank you so much for picking this one to send; writing it sure sent me! jeeze!#these two i swear#even knowing that they win in the end my brain still wouldn't let me end their story on anything but an upbeat note i guess#i will never ever be over them#battle of the morannon#gimleaf#gigolas#legolas#gimli#lotr#lotr fanfiction#my stuff#my writing#asks meme#send a kiss meme#this ship sails itself all the way to valinor
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hii!! could your write something where legolas (if you write for him of course, I couldn't find any character list so if you don't feel free to ignore this) defends reader's honour after another elf insults them? thank you🙇♀️🙇♀️
Hello :D Yes I do write for him, sorry for not providing a masterlist, I will be working on it this week. I hope you enjoy reading this work as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lastly, sorry if the characterization is not perfect, this is my first time writing for Legolas :,) (There might be SOME typos here and there, uni fried my brain for seven hours <3)
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“I don’t know why we still have them among the guards–” The first elf spoke, voice a little louder as he assumed the two were alone in the woods. It was late at night and it was now their turn to guard this part of the woods.
“Shh!” The other interfered, “I think they have a shift tonight as well, they might be close.” He said in great contempt. “And they might have the prince with them as well.”
“They got real close, don’t you think?” The first guard seemed not to care about his friend’s warning and kept on complaining, “I mean, I wonder how they got in here in the first place?” Then he chuckled at his own words, not that he found it funny but rather infuriating. It had been a couple of months since a new elf had joined the guards and most of the other elves felt indifferent about them, even towards the fact they and Legolas got along exceptionally well.
As expected, however, there were also quite a few elves that were not too happy with the new addition to the group. They thought the new guard had joined them using their friendship with the prince, which was not true at all; sure, they knew who the prince was beforehand (as did everyone else) but they hadn’t spoken a word until meeting each other when they had to work together. After a few nights of taking shifts together, they had grown close. The two of them started eating most meals together, spending nights in the library together… But of course, none of this had started until they were already a part of the team, which some people forgot to mention.
The elf knew that some people spoke about them, but they seemed not to care. If they actually believed in their claims that the new guard had joined them through their friendship -or a little differently, in some scandalous rumors- then they could say so right in their face. Those who spoke ill of them somehow forgot that they were also good at using their bow, which surprisingly(!) played a major role in them becoming a part of the guards. So if anyone dared to say something to their face, they knew just the way to respond to them and so far there had been no one that took that offer.
The first guard looked at his friend again, who looked around anxiously, “Do you really worry about them being here? They’re probably on the other side of the damned woods! Don’t look so disturbed!”
“Ignoring the new guard and the prince, I don't think talking loudly at night, in the middle of the woods nonetheless, is a good idea.” He sighed and kept looking around, as a part of his job, this time. “If you only summon the new guard rather than a few orcs, I might feel grateful for seeing them for once.”
As he said so, they heard a rustling in the woods, causing them to draw their arrows out of their quivers. The speaking ceased immediately and they exchanged nothing but terrified looks between each other.
Once the owner of the rustling noise, they had to put their arrows down, no weapon of choice could’ve saved them anyway, “Oh, your majesty!” Spoke up the second guard, hoping he hadn’t heard their conversations from earlier and just decided to check up on them, assuming they were trolls or something else, “Weren’t you supposed to be guarding with y/n?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He stepped a little closer to them, “You’ve been talking about y/n ever since they arrived, am I wrong?” The guards couldn’t dare to lie, thus nodding along with Legolas. “They might be allowing such nonsense, but I won’t. If I ever hear either of you speaking ill about them again, you’ll be begging to every god in existence for mercy.”
“B..But your majesty! We just thought they might’ve had an advantage over others while joining us!” The first guard spoke, his friend couldn’t help but punch him in the guts over that, “What! You said the same thing, just yesterday!”
“And what would that advantage be?” Legolas asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I think,” The second guard said, visibly shaking, “My friend is referring to your friendship with the new guard.”
The prince looked at them, sending shivers down the guards’ spines, a look so cold might’ve frozen them in their place, “Have either of you ever seen me being friends with them before they joined us?” The guards shook their heads, “Then what gives you the right to speak so poorly of them? Have they not fought on our side? Sacrificed themselves for us? Is it all in vain because you thought we were friends before?”
“It won’t happen again, we swear!” One of them said, and Legolas left their side before saying anything else that would eventually result in a fight.
Being approached by Legolas himself terrified them enough, so any word he spoke to them in that moment was enough fear for an eternal lifetime. Since, for the first time, they couldn’t find anything to say in return, causing the prince to leave them alone for the rest of their shift.
“I told you to shut up!” The second guard aggressively whispered to the other, “Feel lucky if we don’t get fired, idiot.”
“As if you weren’t complaining!”
For the rest of the night, the two guards kept on arguing as to who had complained the most, then guessing what would happen if they actually got fired, causing them to plan a whole future for themselves, just in case.
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Legolas looked around cluelessly as he couldn’t find y/n at first. Then an acorn hit him on the head, causing him to look up, only to see his friend smiling at him from the top of a tree branch. He quickly climbed it and sat right next to them, their smile spreading to him.
“Where were you?” They spoke quietly.
Legolas looked away from them, pretending to monitor the ground, checking it for potential enemies, “I thought I heard something, went to check it out.” The other looked convinced, even if they were not, they didn’t push the question any further. This was something Legolas usually appreciated as having the option to ignore awkward situations helped the two greatly, everyone deserved their privacy after all.
“The forest is very quiet tonight, unusually quiet.” They turned to Legolas, “Nothing in the wind, not a single creature of the night moving…”
The prince looked back at them, “I noticed that too, adad** too, it’s stressing him out more than usual.”
The elf still seemed disturbed, “What is bothering you tonight?” The moon shone perfectly on their skin and long, neatly braided hair; Legolas just adored the sight next to him, yet that happiness quickly vanished from his mind as he saw their pained look. He put a hand on theirs reassuringly, waiting for them to talk.
“Have I not proven myself as a good fighter?” They spoke softly. It was rare to see y/n to complain about their problems: Legolas had to work with them for weeks and they only opened up about their issues with their mother after drinking several bottles of wine in y/n’s chambers. This was a great moment for the two to bond over, nothing quite like parental issues to help two people get closer.
So to see them like this, voice low and visibly upset, Legolas quickly regretted not putting arrows between their eyes. “You are a great fighter,” He said, “Is this about the rumors?”
The elf nodded, “I know it’s stupid and I try to ignore them as much as possible.” They briefly paused, “But I don’t want people to think I got here because of you. Not that anything is wrong with you but when people assume I got in with someone else’s help, I want to tear them apart.
“If I talk against them I’ll seem insecure and if I don’t they just keep going… You’d think that… after existing for a few thousand years they would be wise somehow—-but no, it’s more enjoyable to mock people.”
Legolas gently rubbed their hand with his thumb, which was much more physical contact that might be considered for their kind, but neither mentioned it. “I don’t think they’ll say anything from now on, at least we’ll hear them less.”
Embarrassment replaced sadness rather quickly and y/n let out a loud groan, “Don’t tell me you spoke to them yourself.” Seeing that his friend wasn’t truly mad at him, he nodded, “Give me a reason not to push you off this tree right now.”
“Because you actually appreciate me talking to them?” He squeezed y/n’s hand, “And I would just climb back up.”
Finally, Legolas saw them break into a smile, “You’re right, I actually appreciate that.” They placed a small kiss on Legolas’ cheek, “Thank you.”
For the rest of the night, there were no enemies, only the two of them on that same branch. Legolas’ hand remained on top of y/n’s, they never muttered a word about it, as if it was the second most normal thing to share between the two. Either sitting in comfortable silence together or talking about distant memories. All and all, it was a peaceful night that the two of them enjoyed very much.
By early morning, other guards showed up to replace them in their shift, so the two of them walked back to Greenwood side by side, not necessarily hurrying to go back.
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Kaidan: why do you even want Henwen Ay? Is it just because I fancy him as well is it?
Farkas: no. I genuinely have feelings for him. Hard not to fall ass over tea kettle when your first meeting is them literally saving your life.
Kaidan: I?… Whot?
Farkas: was about to get my skull crushed by a giant when suddenly his spear punctured right through the bastards skull. Watched the wild elf ride them down to the ground like he was taming a horse. Pulled his spear out and helped me to my feet before running off up to the city gates.
Kaidan: …the first day we met he rescued me from almost certain death by the thalmor…
Farkas: heh. Seems we’re both still in a deadlock then. I’m not giving him up easily, pup~
Kaidan: Neither am I. Mutt.
Vilkas: *walks by* Hes polyamorous-
Kaidan & Farkas: *in unison* IM NOT SHARING HIM WITH THIS BASTARD!
Vilkas: Gods I was just saying it’s an option. Especially since the alternative is you two beating each other to death over him like a couple cave trolls!
*Meanwhile in the background*
Taliesin: *sneaking past with Henwen over his shoulder like*
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A Girl from another world: the Hobbit x teen Genshin Impact reader part 2.
Reader Chan, Paimon, Mochi and the company are in Rivendell. The elves fall in love with the young mage since it's been so long since they've seen a child. Later after leaving Rivendell Reader Chan ends up in Goblin town then faces the pale orc for the first time.
Your POV:
It's been a few days maybe even months since the meeting in Bag end and boy have me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi gotten on Thorin's bad side.
By the archons that dwarf was hard to please and his pride wasn't helping ether but when Balin told us the story of Thorin losing his father, Grandfather and brother after Smaug took over Erebor I started understanding him, I mean I was separated from my siblings after all.
But he is still hard to please "He didn't even thanked Bilbo after he rescued us from the trolls." Mochi said sitting on my shoulder as we stared at the Troll statues with Paimon agreeing “Paimon agrees, he reminds Paimon of Diluc when we first met him.” Paimon whispered.
No one's POV:
Gandalf is leading you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves through a tunnel from creatures called the wargs.
As all of you ran out of the tunnel you are in complete awe of the scenery before you.
A gorgeous valley with waterfalls and a city with woodland surrounding it "welcome to Imladris." Mochi said "You speak the truth Mochi this vally is the last homely home of the elves it is known by many names but in the common tongue it is known as." spoke Gandalf "Rivendell." Bilbo said in awe but he didn't show it "This was your plan along! To seek-" You didn't hear what Thorin said you were to enhanced by Rivendell's beauty “This place reminds Paimon of Sangonomiya shrine, Right Y/N?” Paimon asked making you nod "If only Lumine and Aether could see this." You said to yourself "See our Hobbit, young mage, fairy and fox aren't making a fuss about it." You heard Gandalf say with a smirk.
You all walk down to the city and you found it more enchanting up close "Wow it's so gorgeous here." Paimon said in awe making you nod and Gandalf chuckle 'Elrond and the other elves are going to adore them.' Gandalf thinks to himself as you get closer to the city.
Your POV:
We finally made it to the city it was so gorgeous up close.
As we walked we see a very handsome man with pointy ears walk down the stairs to greet us "ohh that's an elf." Mochi said happily to you and Paimon.
Gandalf greeted the elf in a strange language "Ahh Lindir." He said to the elf I now know as Lindir.
I was so enhanced with the beauty of Rivendell I was pulled out of my trance by the company as they formed a protective circle around me, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi I see a bunch of horses circling us with elves on them.
When they stopped one of them greeted Gandalf in the strange language and hugged him.
They continued speaking in the strange language until Gandalf introduced the company but Thorin being prideful and grudge holding had to be rude "OHH DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO RUDE?" Mochi asked making the elves eyes widen and you and Paimon to blush "Did that fox just talked?" Lindir asked in terror.
Inside Rivendell:
Your being lead to a room to bathe for the first time in months which was relieving for you, Paimon and Mochi since you haven't had a bath since leaving the Shire.
After Bathing yourself, Paimon and Mochi you get dressed in a F/C tunic, black leggings and boots that were laid out for you along with fresh undergarments with Paimon wearing a small white tunic, black leggings and booties.
After getting dressed you, Paimon and Mochi went to the dinning hall with help from Lindir whom you've instantly become friends with after making small talk on the way.
At the dinning hall you can only chuckle in embarrassment from the food fight the dwarves are having while hearing Thorin, Elrond and Gandalf talk! Mochi is sitting next to you on the floor while eating some salmon and Paimon is floating next to you eating soup.
Elrond was telling Gandalf and Thorin the names of their swords while you ate your salad “What about you Miss Y/N what is your weapon?” Elrond asked making you smile and summon your catalyst then use the five elements you know making the whole room gawk in awe.
The next day you, Paimon, Bilbo, Mochi and the dwarves left Rivendell early so the elves and Gandalf won't stop you "Gandalf is gonna pulverize us when he finds out we left without him." Mochi said fearfully “You said it Mochi, Paimon is scared that he’ll turn us into ash.” Paimon said fearfully as well.
In the misty mountains after the battle of the stone giants you, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi had officially made Thorin hate you even more.
After Thorin said so many hurtful things non of you couldn't take it anymore and decided to just give up on the quest.
You, Paimon, Bilbo and Mochi decided to go back to Rivendell and head back to the Shire in a few days after recovering and getting supplies for the sake of your sanities, however Bofur stopped you before you and Bilbo could head back to Rivendell (with Mochi on your shoulder and Paimon floating besides you) and talked to you two and told you to give Thorin a bit more time.
You admitted you gave up to quickly and you knew that Lumine and Aether would be disappointed because you never gave up when you three traveled to other worlds. As your in you're thoughts you saw the sand moving and before you knew it you, Paimon, Mochi, Bilbo and the dwarves are sliding down and slide in front of goblins who began dragging all of you to a huge and disgusting looking goblin that was singing a very disturbing song "Well look what we have here boys." The giant goblin said walking towards you "Thirteen dwarves, a halfling, a human girl and her pets." He said looking at you and the others until he spotted Thorin "Well if it isn't Thorin Okanshield. Son of Thrain, son of Thror. King of the Lonely mountain oh wait I forgot you don't have a mountain so that makes you... nobody." The giant creature said as he advanced towards you and the dwarves then he started speaking of the pale Orc Azog "I thought he died of his wound." You whispered in fear "You really think his defiling days are over? stupid girl." He said making you angry that he called you stupid "RAGING THUNDER." You said using electro shocking the goblin “THATS NO HUMAN, SHES A WITCH.” He said angrily making you, Bilbo and the dwarves start fighting them but in the battle you lost Bilbo and to make matters worst you were outnumbered and the Goblin king wants to start torturing the company starting with the youngest you.
But luckily Gandalf came right on time and rescued all of you from the torture that you were about to suffer from.
Outside of Goblin town Gandalf did a head Count "Y/N, Paimon and Mochi that's 15. Wait where's Bilbo, where is our hobbit?" Before you or Mochi could speak Thorin beat you two too it "I'll tell you where he is. He went back to his warm bed and hearth." You had enough of Thorin's stubbornness and got ready to retort when a familiar voice broke the upcoming argument.
You were relieved to see Bilbo alright but something wasn't right you couldn't put your finger on it but you felt a dark energy and you weren't sure what it was.
And you didn't want to know because right now you and the others are being chased by orcs and wargs into a forest.
You fearfully used Dendro to make vines that will restrain the wargs and orcs "LIFE." You said as the vines grew from the ground and wrapped around the monsters.
You and the others are fighting off orcs and wargs by throwing flaming pinecones at them and you using your catalyst but there was so many of them and to rub salt on the womb the pale orc, Azog was there and Thorin went to take him out but the orc was to strong, you saw Bilbo tackle the orc down and you ran to help "EARTHQUAKE." You said making an earthquake but you soon felt something pick you up, to yours, Paimon’s and Mochi's surprise you saw eagles swooping down and grabbing the other members of the company.
After flying you all finally land so Gandalf can heal Thorin "The Hobbit, mage, fairy and fox where are they?" He asked "They are right here." Gandalf said gesturing to you, Paimon and Bilbo while Mochi sat on your shoulder "You." He said waking towards you four "what were you doing? You've could have gotten yourselves killed." He said coming closer "Did I not say you would be a burden, that you will not survive in the wild?!" he said standing in front of you and Bilbo "That you have no place among us?" You can feel Mochi's fur fizzing up in terror and Paimon hiding behind you "Here we go." Mochi whispered in your ear as you’re prepared for being told off "I have never been so wrong in all my life." He whispered and hugged you, Paimon and Bilbo making Mochi's jaw drop "I'm sorry I've doubted you." He said "I would have doubted me to." Bilbo said "Me to." You said "Mochi three." Mochi said “Paimon fourth.” Paimon said bouncing in the air until the sound of Ravens cawing was heard.
Looking ahead you can see a mountain in the distance "Is that?" You asked "Erebor the great dwarven kingdom." Mochi said in awe "you are a wise fox Mochi." Gandalf said pleased "We are almost home." Kili said happily making you smile as well “It’s even prettier in person.” Paimon said excitedly.
#platonic#the hobbit#middle earth#genshin impact#the company of thorin oakenshield#x teen!reader#teyvat#catalyst reader#crossover#paimon
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Ethedis for the LOTRO ask game?
(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)
o hmm, I think there's a way I could be a little mean about this heheh
so I think that I mentioned at some point that before the elf intro, Ethedis had actually befriended Amdir. I haven't fleshed out all that much of it up until now, but I'm thinking this could be a short adventure with Ethedis and Amdir where you could see them being besties (before The Horrors)
this will probably just have to be one instance, as it would flow best into the Elf or Human starting zones and we don't need to stack two entire intro questlines on top of each other lol
(under the cut bc How Did This Get So Long??)
I think it actually starts in Rivendell, with the Player Character (probably an elf/human only intro) preparing to leave on the expedition to Ered Luin, at which point you are introduced to Elrond's excited young apprentice Ethedis, and the Ranger Amdir who is going to tag along for part of the trip but plans to part ways in Bree.
Fast travel to somewhere in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, you Ethedis and Amdir are a little ways ahead of the group to make sure the road is clear. Surprise! wood-trolls! combat tutorial! After the fight Ethedis will remark that it was the first time she's actually had to put her combat training to the test against a real foe, which surprises Amdir, who says that he wouldn't have guessed it was her first real fight. One of them might ask the player character about their combat experience, which would allow you to pick from a few different responses (always a fun roleplay option and tbh I wish they would use it in more quests). I think if the PC says they're also inexperienced Amdir will mention that he's very glad you're both catching on quickly and didn't get hurt (bc he would not have fun explaining how he let two newbies get injured on his watch, and would feel very bad. classic protective Ranger moment)
Fast travel again to somewhere in the Lone Lands, you all are camped near Weathertop. Ethedis is talking about the history of the area (it sounds like she's been talking about this for a while now), and overall seems very excited to be here and see this historical site in person. Amdir smiles and says he's glad that she's interested in Dunedain history, as it brings him comfort to know that others still wish to keep his people's history alive. Your character might be prompted to give an opinion on Ethedis' loredump, either saying they found it boring (which Ethedis will simply laugh off and say that's probably why she's not a minstrel, but Amdir will just glare at you) or say it was interesting (which will prompt both her and Amdir to loredump even more)
Once you make it to Breeland, somewhere in South Chetwood, Amdir says that he must part ways here. Ethedis says she's sad to see him go but hopes to meet him again once the expedition to Ered Luin is done, and Amdir will tell her that he looks forward to it if such a meeting can be arranged, but tells you both to be careful in your travels (vaguely alluding to a growing danger in Breeland.
Then you can have two different outcomes depending on your race:
If you're a human, you part ways with the Ered Luin expedition at the same time as Amdir. He will bid you farewell and safe travels, and says that he has urgent business to attend to before disappearing into the woods without further explanation (as Rangers are wont to do).
Your quest objective tells you to head to Bree-Town, but after you've been heading in that direction for a while you run into a large group of Brigands and get knocked on the head. Wake up in the Blackwold jail, human intro progresses mostly as normal from that point onward (but without the combat tutorial) although Amdir's quest dialogue would be different. If we want to get really mean, maybe one of the last things he says to you as himself is something along the lines of "I fear... I will not make it to see our friend again... tell... tell her that I tried"
If you're an elf, shortly after Amdir departs Ethedis will offer to explain to you the history of Edhelion as it was told to her by her mother before she left for the Havens. Then you get the old elf intro instance but cut down a bit and framed as a flashback, there will also be an elf woman there with a vaguely familiar face holding a baby in her arms (it's never explicitly stated, but that's Ethedis' mom and baby Ethedis), she will be there when Ethedis' dad Talagan brings down the library and she collapse to her knees in a sobbing heap when it happens. No one draws attention to her but she's still There.
Anyway after that you arrive in Ered Luin, quests progress as normal but Ethedis is along for the ride. Like when you go to talk to the survivors of Edhelion, Ethedis will be in the ruins with some quest comments ("Even after all this time, I can sense the sorrow in this place..." "The land remembers it like it was yesterday, and I understand now why we still leave it abandoned" and "I think this may have been my parent's house. And to think, we all could have lived here together..."), she's also going to have Opinions about the Dourhand's borderline-worship of Skorgrim lol
After everything in Thorin's Hall is over with, she will disappear for a little bit but rejoin the story during the united elf/dwarf assault on Rath Tarag. When she hears that you're planning to go to Bree next, she will ask you to try to find Amdir and see how he's doing (surely you'll only have good news! surely!)
Later on you might run into Ethedis in Rivendell, and she'll have a short quest for you, talking about missing your fallen friend but finding comfort in your shared memories of him (very similar in tone to Gorwen's quest in Thornhad after finishing Before the Shadow) Amdir was the first mortal friend she knew, and she didn't realize how much this loss would sting. Overall it's a bittersweet reunion.
(man I really saw Ethedis and was like "the elf into didn't give her enough trauma. she's connected to the human one too!" someone please make me Give Her A Break)
#ty for the ask friend!#idk why this took so long lol#but! that was the last one!#ask games#lotro#Amdir#lotro oc#Ethedis
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Shadowrun: Neon Fire announcement post.
Hello, and welcome to the development thread for Shadowrun: Neon Fire, a free passion project designed to try to merge together the genres of IF and tabletop roleplaying game! It’s likely to be more stat-heavy than you’re used to, featuring dice-rolls and character sheets and all that jazz, but I still want it to tell a compelling story with choice and consequence, too. It’s set in the Sixth World, the well-established fictional universe of the Shadowrun TTRPG, a fusion of high fantasy and cyberpunk, where magic meets machine. Ever wanted to be a shotgun-toting elf who can command drones with their mind? A smooth-talking, sharp-suited ork conman? A dwarven hacker who can project his consciousness into the Matrix and access even the most well-guarded secrets? Or a big troll mage who combines mastery of the arcane arts with a mean aim with a rifle? Well, now’s your chance! (More setting info can be found in the in-game Codex. Yes, there’s a Codex).
Anyway, give it a go and see what you think. I’ll put some quick FAQs below.
What the hell is this?
It’s an experiment, which involves seeing what happens when you port (simplified) versions of a TTRPG system into Choicescript. It probably uses dice-rolls and RPG mechanics more extensively than any other game, with the exception of Alice Chan’s brilliant but mad Warhammer 40k if/rpg hybrid, Holy Ordos. And it’s a love letter to one of my all-time favorite fictional settings.
Do I need to know about the Shadowrun universe to enjoy it?
I hope not! I’m trying to be newbie friendly. For those who really want to dive into the lore, there’s the aforementioned Codex. But it shouldn’t be necessary to understand what’s going on.
Will you get in legal trouble for this?
I don’t think so, because I’m not selling it. This is a fan project, which will always be free for anyone to enjoy on Dashingdon. I don’t plan to make a dime off of someone else’s IP. I put this in the same category as fanfiction and fan art, and there’s a ton of fanfiction and fan art of Shadowrun out there, so I should be OK.
What’s the actual story about?
In Neon Fire, you play as an experienced shadowrunner (a highly-skilled mercenary criminal, doing illegal jobs for rich clients, usually representatives of the megacorporations who rule the Sixth World). You’re based in Seattle (the classic Shadowrun setting), but early in the game you receive a call from an estranged relative to go and investigate some mysterious goings-on in Neo-Tokyo related to your family’s past. More than that would be spoiling at this very early stage!
Are there romances?
Yes, but not yet! Right now, there’s only the Prologue, where you go on a mission with your established Seattle crew, and which doesn’t strongly relate to the main story (it’s intended as an introduction to the universe and to the rules). You’ll meet the ROs early in the next update, after you’ve headed out to Neo-Tokyo. They’ll be fully gender-selectable, and are an interesting bunch. Info on the ROs, for those who are interested, can be found here.
Will there be troll sex?
Yes. In the grim dark future, there is only troll sex.
The link to the game is below. Enjoy, and do let me know what you think, or what you’d like to see from this!
https://dashingdon.com/go/13142
And the COG forum thread is here: https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/shadowrun-neon-fire/132365
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