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blueiskewl · 9 months

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A 2,000-Year-old Iron Age Gold Treasure Found in Wales

Gold coins dating back more than 2,000 years have been found by metal detectorists in Wales, making them the first hoard of Iron Age gold coins to have been discovered in the country.

The 15 coins, which have been declared treasure, are known as staters. They were found the Welsh island of Anglesey, off the northwest coast of the country’s mainland.

Struck between 60 BC and 20 BC, the coins belonged to the Corieltavi tribe, who at the time inhabited the geographical area that is now England’s East Midlands, according to a National Museum Wales press release.

The precious metals were unearthed by three metal detectorists in a field between July 2021 and March 2022.

Lloyd Roberts, who said he has been a metal detectorist for more than 14 years, found the first coin.

“Finding a gold stater was always number one on my wish list,” he said in the release, adding: “That one coin alone would have made my year, but I went on to find another on my next signal.”

Roberts said that his friend, Peter Cockton, found the next three. They then contacted the Portable Antiquities Scheme, an organization which records such historical and archaeological finds.

Tim Watson, who said he only began metal detecting following encouragement from his father during lockdown, found the sixth.

“I rushed home to show my wife and we were both in awe of this coin, which was like nothing else I had found, immaculately preserved with such unusual stylised images,” Watson said in the release.

Watson said his enthusiasm led him to upgrade his metal detector and he found the remaining nine coins in the following weeks.

‘Rich archaeological landscape’

The gold coins’ elaborate design derives from those of Philip II, who ruled the ancient kingdom of Macedonia from 359 BC to 336 BC. The heads side of the coins shows the mythological deity Apollo’s wreath and hair, while the tails side shows a triangular-headed horse surrounded by symbols.

The coins were likely not used for everyday transactions, except potentially for some high-value purchases, according to the release. Instead, the staters are thought to have been used as gifts between the elites to secure alliances or show loyalty.

Another option is that the Corieltavi tribe used them to form part of an exchange for copper, which there were sources of in various parts of the island.

The staters could also have been used as “offerings to the gods” to fulfill a vow, according to National Museum Wales. Other archaeological finds from Anglesey, as well as Roman sources referring to the island that feature pagan priests, suggest the area was an important religious center at the time.

Gwynedd Archaeological Trust visited the site in September 2021 to see if there were any clues as to why the coins were buried there.

“This hoard is a fantastic example of the rich archaeological landscape that exists in North-West Wales,” said Sean Derby, Historic Environment Record archaeologist at Gwynedd Archaeological Trust. “While the immediate vicinity of the find did not yield any clues as to the find’s origin, the findspot lies in an area of known prehistoric and early Roman activity and helps increase our understanding of this region.”

Welsh museum Oriel Môn is looking to acquire the coins and put them on public display.

By Amarachi Orie.

#A 2000-Year-old Iron Age Gold Treasure Found in Wales #gold #gold coins #collectable coins #treasure #metal detecting #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #the Corieltavi tribe

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obsidiancreates · 5 months

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The Second Chance Of The Third Age (Part 3)

One more surprise does come, before the night is even ended. The food is eaten, the

table littered with dishes, and the washing up positively monstrous in scale.

But Bilbo merely sits back and lights his pipe. “Well, I expect a show like last time.” He gestures at Thorin. “You missed it before, but I hope you’ll join in this one.”

“What?” Thorin barely has the word out before his grinning nephews grab him by the elbows and drag him out of his seat, Kili beginning to sing.

“Blunt the knives, bend the forks-”

Dishes are thrown, flung, and whipped about the smial as Bilbo sits and listens with a bright smile, making smoke rings as targets in Gandalf the shock-ridden wizard’s stead! Thorin laughs when he realizes what’s happening, sparing no time in joining as he easily falls into the well-oiled theatrics with his nephews and friends.

Last time had been a somber start, and this new life has even more somber times to come. But here, and now, it’s renewal.

“THAT’S WHAT BILBO BAGGINS HATES!”

Bilbo himself joins in the last shout, eyes sparkling. Thorin shakes his head at the song, but he’s smiling as well- he wishes he could’ve seen Bilbo’s reaction to the song in the first life. He can imagine the sputtering, the offensive, the shock when nothing breaks and all ends up clean and washed…

“You’re staring, Uncle,” Kili says, voice quiet but expression smug.

“As I’m allowed,” Thorin says. Bilbo looks his way, and rolls his eyes, gesturing for Thorin to walk over.

“I lived to be so old I can’t even remember the age,” Bilbo says when Thorin is close. “Old enough to get a lot of clarity on some things. Like how a Mithril shirt is a little more than a gift of friendship. And I know they picked up on it, I saw the coins, so let’s just make it official.”

“And how do you suggest we do?”

“For a start-” and Bilbo yanks Thorin into his lap and kisses him deeply. Thorin’s eyes are wide with shock at first, until he melts into it and leans up to kiss back.

It doesn’t last too long, Bilbo letting go and Thorin sitting back up, flushed. Bilbo rubs his arms. “Right, right, haven’t done much other than gardening with these arms yet.”

Thorin looks up, and huffs out a small laugh. “You’ve broken our wizard.”

Gandalf sits, choking silently on his smoke rings as Bifur frantically slaps his back.

“We should get that axe out with the trolls this time,” Bofur says, watching Bifur just go to town on the poor wizard’s already suffering back.

“We’re not going back there, are we?” Dori turns a little green just remembering the spinning on the spit.

“And leave behind swords from Gondolin?” Bilbo snips. “Sting won’t be rotting in a troll hoard if I can help it.”

“Troll hoard?!” Gandalf slaps Bifur’s hands away. “Gondolin?! How many magical artifacts of the bygone ages will we be collecting along this journey, Bilbo Baggins?”

“At least… let’s see. Ring, swords, does the Black Arrow count?”

“It’s only well-made, not magical.”

“Right. So Ring, swords, Arkenstone… it is magical, isn’t it?”

“There have been many debates since it’s discovery.”

“Well, I’m counting it. I think just those five items, then.”

Gandalf huffs. “Just those five-”

“Unless we take a bit of extra time in Thranduil’s dungeons.” Thorin looks at Bilbowith what can only be described as Stoic, Stone-Faced Pleading.

“What part of One Ring of Sauron did you not understand? I won’t wear it unless I absolutely have to this time around, and that includes how long I’ll take in getting you all out.”

“Sorry, are we plannin’ to ge’ caught again?” Oin checks with his brother, who’s busy staring offended and disbelieving at Thorin. Oin elbows his brother. “Tell me my trumpe’ is clogged.”

“Of course we’re getting caught.” Kili smiles dreamily. “There’s someone I have to meet.”

“And, Legolas needs to have a push out of the Woodland realm,” Bilbo adds. “And frankly, so does Thranduil. Not to mention meeting Bard.”

“We should write this down.” Ori pulls the large notebook at his side out, as well as a bottle of ink and a quill. “Trolls for the swords… Rivendell for Elrond and Gandalf’s quest… Goblin Caves for The Ring-”

“I’ll have to do that alone, unfortunately.” Bilbo’s expression sours, his mouth pinching at the very thought. “There’s no telling if we’ll need Gollum before the end, and I can’t imagine he’d riddle with me with an army of dwarves beside me.”

“Even one?” Thorin is still sitting, mostly, in Bilbo’s lap.

“Even one.”

“Bilbo alone… should we kill Azog on the cliff?”

“We’ll certainly try,” Bilbo scoffs. “... Though that may change the outcome of The Battle drastically. They might try a different strategy…”

“We’ll try,” Thorin agrees. “And when I send word to Dain, I’ll know we face two armies of Orcs rather than Elves and Men. He’ll respond far differently to such a force.”

Ori nods. “So maybe for Azog… Beorn?”

“I’ll head that up, thank you,” Bilbo says. “And the signal will be decided before we sleep in his house, understand? Even if we take all night deciding on it.”

“Beorn… Mirkwood capture… oh, that means the spiders again! We’ll have to be caught by them!”

“In your dreams!” Nori pulls out a dagger and swipes up at an imagined and well-remembered foe. “I’ll have spider guts for breakfast first!”

“How about this time around I do what I told the children at parties? Sing an insulting song at the spiders to distract them.”

“Sing a song?”

“Trust me, it’ll get them very angry with me.”

“That’s no good, you’ll be caught too.”

“Ha!”

Ori ignores his brother and their burglar arguing and keeps writing. “Smuggled by Bard, arrested in Laketown, oh, avoid Kili getting shot with tha’ arrow… what else?”

“Dragon chase,” Balin says, tapping the book.

“Well, no, we’re going to kill it this time.”

“Bilbo, even if we can, we need the men of Laketown in Dale to join The Battle.”

“But-”

“Wha’ about a warning?” Ori looks up. “Maybe we can ge’ them all to Dale before he burns Laketown?”

“Burns Laketown,” Gandalf mutters tiredly, slumped in his chair. “Arrested by Thranduil, burning Laketown- this is madness.”

“But it’s how it happened.” Bilbo sniffs, twitching his nose as he thinks. “We can’t just send him to them, not knowing what we do.”

“But we can’ change The Battle either, laddie,” Balin warns. “Not with what you plan to do with that Ring.”

“Aye, we need the Orc forces thinned,” Dwalin agrees. “War always has sacrifices, Bilbo.”

“I’m well aware!” Bilbo snaps it with such ferocious intensity that Dwalin’s hand twitches for a weapon, just for a second.

“... Maybe we get someone to lead them all to Dale but that Master and his people,” Fili suggests. He looks around to those who’d lived a long, long time after the Battle. “Remember them? We can get the good people out, leave those ones to make Smaug think the town is populated.”

“And Bard stays behind to kill Smaug how?” Dori peers at the page as Ori keeps noting down ideas.

“Tell him it’s all a precaution?” Fili offers. “Or maybe we could ask Gandalf’s eagles for help.”

“The Eagles would never fly the same skies as a living dragon,” Gandalf says, listening to every word with increasing weariness. He knows how useless, and indeed how foolish, it would be to try and divert them from this path, if what Bilbo says about The Ring is true.

“Fine,” Kili says, “Then Fili and Bofur and I can stay behind again. How long did it take for the dragon to be woken before?”

“Not long enough,” Bilbo mumbles.

“Well, let’s figure out how long,” Kili says, looking at his brother, “And then you and I can lead everyone out right when it wakes up, and maybe convince Bard to use the Windlance this time to kill it.”

Fili grins at his brother and claps their fists together in a warrior’s handshake. “And with the dragon already woken, he’ll be driven by his family’s safety!”

“We won’ have a lo’ of time to ge’ away,” Bofur says, frowning as he remembers the speed at which the dragon descended on them. “A whole town…”

“Which is why we say we feel his waking hours before he comes out.” Fili looks at Thorin. “Men don’t know much about us, so we can just lie. Say we sense it somehow.”

“Use the ignorance of men against them.” Thorin nods. “It may work.”

Ori jots that all down, and then to finish simply writes ‘Battle- all live.’

“Right, well.” Bilbo gently nudges Thorin to get up. “We’ve got our plan, we’ve got our priorities, and we’ve got a long road ahead. I think it’s time to turn in.”

The Company all agree with great enthusiasm, and are soon all set up to sleep- Thorin and Bilbo seem to silently agree on sharing the master bedroom without so much as a hesitant look in the way of it.

Gandalf sits in the foyer, smoking among the sound of snoring dwarves, a fine headache steadily growing behind his eyes.

The One Ring found, in the hands of his own Bilbo Baggins, leeching into his soul. A dragon purposefully awoken, so that Sauron’s forces are thinned and the vile being himself may never again besiege Middle-Earth with his full wrath. A future once passed, now to be altered by the actions of merchants, miners, tinkerers, toymakers… and burglars.

… Has he not thought to himself, in the wee hours, that it’s the small things that keep the darkness at bay?

He leans back and pulls the brim of his hat low over his eyes. The fate of all of Middle-Earth in the hands of a hobbit…

It’s a thought he can make peace with.

#the hobbit #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic #bagginshield

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sos-smp-headcanons · 4 days

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Ok enough of mogjuice. Enough of Mythicalswamp!!(/J lol im never getting tired of them) Lets talk about Scwhip!

Now that Scott, Eloise and Ori are in the blacklist of not reviving. The entire server (for now atleast) will not waste ANY coins on them and fWhip for now is fine by him... But... Scott is on that list he can't just NOT revive him. If Scott needs him. He is going to help even if he needs to beg the fates for more coins. Even if he needs to give his body away for them more times that he would like. He isn't letting Scott go first. He can't... He just can't - Ghostie anon

Fwhip makes an offhand claim that Scott’s always there in every server he’s in. Not having him there would feel odd! But he’s not fooling anyone, not even himself.

He can’t stand the thought of not being able to go across and visit Scott’s home, to bother him while he’s cooking or for the man to show up unannounced while he tends to the ravager ranch. Scott’s too important to him, and he will break the rules that the Fates set if it means keeping him around.

The Fates are not pleased with their vessel, but they are not the types of beings who would enact punishment on mortals. They realize that human emotion and attachments are more complex than those of themselves. They’ll let him get away with it this time, if only it means keeping him happy. Fwhip’s growing on them.

#hi. sorry. unlocked my trap card this is a top tier ship for me #I heart u so much for sending this in so I can rant #sos smp #sos headcanons #fwhip #smajor1995 #ghostie anon #scwhip #but also Dangit you made me like more ships #soupforeloise #orionsound #sosshipping

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local-yurei · 11 months

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PSD Template (link)

Gendersource - a gender system related to one's source.

for introjects, -kins, or anyother that is sourced from media/etc.

[i.e. coining: Mcytsource* - a gender related to being sourced from MCYT.] *to be coined

etymology: gender, source

suffixes/prefixes: source - prefix or suffix, ori - prefix, gin - suffix

requested by: no one

tagging: @vhsynder, @aetherive, @revenant-coining, @hoardicboy, @radiomogai

[ID: two rectangular flags, with 7 varying sized stripes; the second being a greyscale flag. the sizes go as such and mirror after the last mentioned, thick, medium, thin, thinner. the colours go as such from top to bottom and mirror after the last: off-grey brown, dull wine, dull red, light salmon. in the middle there is circles that vary in colours, and they go as such from outwards to inward: light salmon, dull red-orange, dullest orange, duller orange, dull orange. End ID]

#━🌙+.✧┊ coining #gender #xenogender #neogender #mogai #liom #gender system #gendersource

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specialagentlokitty · 4 months

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Giles x teen!reader - a demigods fate

Part three:

You ran your sword through the head of the monster in front of you, and you watched as it evaporated into dust.

Lowering your sword, you looked up at the sun and you scowled, turning back to the pile of dust.

Your sword reverted back into a coin, and you shoved it into your pocket, making your way back through the alley you had chased it through.

Wiping some blood from your nose on the back of your hand, you crouched down, holding an arm out, letting the misty black hound who sat next to you.

Another two came over, one sitting in front of you, one sitting on your other side.

They all whined and you gave them all a small pat on the head.

“I know, there’s more, it’s getting worse. I imagine by the end of the school year that’ll be it.”

One of them whined, nudging your arm and you looked over.

“I know Oris, I know, there isn’t much we can do.”

You looked at your watch, and you sighed, pushing yourself to stand up, and the three hellhounds walked around you.

“Stay hidden you three, we don’t want anybody seeing you.”

The padded over to the shadows and melted into them, and you did the same thing, appearing back in the school in the toilets.

Walking to the sink, you washed your face, looking at your split lip with a slight wince when you touched it.

Huffing, you made your way out, fully aware of the hellhounds that were running in and out of the shadows around you.

You made your way into the library, and you sat back down at the table, pulling the book towards you.

“This shit is so stupid…”

“Are we going to have to start a sweat jar for you?” Giles asked.

“Do I get to keep the money?”

“No, I do. Let’s call it reimbursement for all the swear words you keep throwing around, at this rate I could be a millionaire by the end of the month.”

You scoffed, watching as he sat down and you handed him your book.

You had to at least be on the line of not being kicked out of the school because Hermes and Chiron were right, you needed direct access to the hellmouth.

You couldn’t do that if you were banned from the school premises, it would make it all a lot harder, and that wasn’t what you were about. You liked doing things the easy way, not the right way.

He took the book and read the question out to you.

“What the fuck does that even mean man?”

Giles reached behind him, pulling a jar out and set it on the table, pointing to it.

“You can’t be serious? What the fuck?”

“That’s two dollars now (Y/N), don’t make it three.”

You grumbled, shoving two bills into the jar and you huffed, leaning back in your chair and he smiled, walking over to the whiteboard.

“It’s all pretty simple once you know how to break the question down, let me show you.”

You turned to the whiteboard and Giles explained everything he was doing with the the practice question he had made up for you.

He walked over, writing another on the paper in front of you.

“Now you try, just remember to take your time, there’s no need to overthink, you just need read the question, everything else will come after.”

You looked at the page, focusing carefully on the words.

You slowly began to work through it, copying what he had showed you, and then you shoved the paper over to him.

Giles took it, reading your messily written answer and he offered you a bright smile.

“Yes, that’s perfect (Y/N), see, you can do it, all you need is a little support is all, there is nothing wrong with that.”

He reached into the jar and handed you one of your dollar bills back.

You took it and looked at him in confusion.

“Every time you swear, you’ll put a dollar in the jar, every time you complete a piece of homework, go a day without swearing or throwing your books then you can earn them back.”

“That’s hardly enough bribery.”

“Would you like me to keep your money?”

You held the money close to you.

“No…”

Giles smiled brightly, picking up your textbook.

“Well then, do we have a deal?”

“Yeah… I guess so…”

Giles began reading the next question for you, and you looked at your paper in boredom.

“British asshole…”

“Back in the jar.”

You groaned, putting your newly earned money back.

You slowly worked through your English homework, and when Giles set the textbook down you got up the stretch.

“Alright, would you like to confront the terrifying Math or Science next?”

You shrugged, going through your bag to pull out a drink.

Sitting on the table, you swung your legs back and forth, and Giles glanced at you before walking over, setting some books down before wondering back to the front desk.

It wasn’t his plan exactly, but Buffy said she had a feeling about you, and he trusted her feeling, if you were linked to the Greek monsters then maybe this would tell them something.

You looked to the side, picking up the one of the books, flicking through the pages.

You knew instantly these were the books Chiron had told you about, and you stood up, turning to face the table as you separated them all to read the titles.

Finding one about old prophecies, you opened it.

You carefully flicked through the pages, skimming over them.

“Interesting are they not?”

You looked up, then back to the book.

“Can you read it?” You asked him.

“No, I did try, can you?”

You shook your head, pointing to the pictures.

“No, but these are pretty cool I guess.”

You carried on flicked through the pages, eyes scanning the words.

Giles could tell you were reading it, the way you stopped on certain pages, paying more attention to them than others and you stopped before changing pages.

Giles furrowed his brows, and he sat down, picking up one of the books.

You closed the book you had been looking through.

“They do have a rather interesting history, don’t they?” He asked.

“Who?”

“The Greeks, Ancient Greek, a lost language.”

You shrugged.

“Like I said, can’t read it.”

The doors to the library opened and closed, and you paid them no mind as you grabbed your homework to go through it.

“I think you can.”

Giles quickly got up, walking over and he took her by the arm to stop her.

“Buffy, not now, give me a chance.” Giles whispered.

“They know something Giles, they’re lying right to your face.”

“Give me time to speak with them, I don’t think they’re one of the monsters you’re hunting. I.. I think they may be something else…”

“I don’t care, every monster I’ve fought they’ve been there, now they’re reading this language you don’t even know about, something isn’t adding up.”

Buffy looked past him to see you staring at her in pure boredom.

She pushed past Giles despite his attempt to stop her.

“A set up? Seriously? This is getting so fucking old.”

“What the hell are you?” Buffy asked.

“I’m (Y/N), what the hell are you?”

She sneered and rushed forward, going to punch you and you dodged her.

Taking a few steps back you grabbed her arm as she swung for you and spun around, throwing her halfway across the library.

“I’m not the one you should be fighting!” You snapped.

“Why the hell not?! You’re clearly in line with those monsters!” She yelled.

“What monsters!?”

You were trying to play dumb, but you could tell she wasn’t buying it.

You carried on dodging her attacks, then you both stopped when the doors were thrown open.

“Big… big… thing..” Xander gasped.

Kicking Buffy across the room, you grabbed your coin, flipping it in the air to catch the hilt of your sword.

“Big animal? Kinda looks like a bull?” You asked.

Willow nodded nervously, and you backed up towards one of the corners.

“Sorry Buffy, we’ll fight later, this fucker is mine.”

“(Y/N)!”

You were gone, and they ran to the front of the school which was thankfully empty due to classes.

You slid under the minotaur, slashing the back of its legs and it roared, trying to swipe you from the ground.

“That.. that’s big..” Buffy stuttered.

“What is it..?” Xander asked.

“If my knowledge serves me right, that uh.. that would be a minotaur. And.. and.. those.. would be hellhounds…”

They watched as you attacked the monster, hellhounds joining in to help you, and when you were thrown at their feet Buffy grabbed your sword and charged.

You groaned and sat up, pushing yourself up to charge again.

Grabbing Buffy before she could reach the monster you took your sword and kicked her in the stomach.

“Don’t get in my way.” You snarled.

You spun around, and charged once more, jumping up your grabbed the fur and climbed up, then brought your sword down, stabbing the creature in the head.

It crumbled to dust and you dropped to your knees, coughing a little.

You heard your hounds growling, and they circled you as Buffy tried to rush you.

Pushing yourself up, you began to walk back to the library, the hounds keeping the space around you clear.

“So, what are you? Demon? Ghost? You’re definitely not human. And I kill things that aren’t human.” Buffy growled.

“Come close to trying and Oris, Rig, and Titan will rip you limb from limb.” You said lowly.

You pulled your jacket off, a few cuts visible on your arms and you held your jacket up to the light.

“No..no.. no…” you whispered.

“You’re hurt, let..let us help clean you up, tend to your injuries then we can talk.”

You grabbed you bag, taking a bottle of water you walked over to the librarian and took the handkerchief from his pocket and walked back to your jacket.

You tried to clean the blood from it, carefully wiping it down, looking at the small tear in the fabric.

“Come on…”

“We need to talk now.” Xander snapped.

You spun around, glaring at them all.

“I will send you to the deepest parts of the underworld if you even think about coming closer…”

You sat down, still focused on the jacket.

“(Y/N), let us talk.”

“No!”

“It’s just a damn jacket!” Buffy yelled.

You slammed your hand into the table, cracking it and you marched over to Buffy, throwing her against the wall, holding a hand up so the shadows held her in place.

The three hounds kept the other three away from you.

“What if I can fix your jacket? W.. would that mean you’ll talk with us? Explain everything to us?” Giles asked softly.

You glanced back at him.

“You can fix it? Get rid of the mark?”

“Yes, yes of course I can. I may take some times but of course. You just need to let Buffy go, and call your dogs back. Can you do that for me?”

“Fix it Mr Giles.”

“Of course, but we must talk first, alright?”

You slowly nodded your head and lowered your arm, letting out a low whistle for the hounds to come back over to you and you sat down.

“Now, everybody else sit down, and we’ll talk about it what’s really going on here.”

They all sat down and it was quiet for a few moments.

“(Y/N), what.. what are you?” Willow whispered.

You sighed, looking up at them and you picked up one of the books, flicking through a few of the pages before showing it to them.

The only page which was written in both Ancient Greek and English.

“Demigod.”

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #Buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #Buffy the vampire slayer x you #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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epilogue-and-prologue · 1 year

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What tattoo do they have, where and what’s the significance if there is any? - The Hobbit Edition

These are head canons. I let my imagination run wild with this one. Hope you have fun reading it. At least as much as I had writing it ;). Warnings: Mentions of tattoos, weapons, death, swearing too and the usual: this franchise doesn't belong to me.

UNBETA'D: And I'll probably die on that hill.

TAGS: @heilith @sotwk @asgardianhobbit98 @middleearthpixie @glassgulls @evenstaredits @fizzyxcustard

Note: Headcanon of mine: They have a common tattoo for the whole Company. It would probably be the symbol left on Bilbo's door the first time they all meet. Or an inside joke, at Bilbo's depend I'd wager.

Bilbo: No. None whatsoever. It never interested him in the first place. (That's what he tells Frodo, but he has the one with the Company, although he did complain the whole time about it. Once finished and satisfied with what it looked like, did not seem to bother him so much. He has it somewhere private, where he would not be showing it on accident to anyone, but somewhere he can also see like his calf or above his heart.)

Bifur (cousin to Bombur and Bofur): No one besides his kin knows, considering the axe in his head. I would feel a lot relating to battle and the history of his people. For the placement, arms, legs, some part of his torso, back, everywhere really. You have a needle some ink and a good design and he's in.

Ori (brother to Nori and Dori): The youngest. One. In common with the company. Wants to have more but his brothers are holding him back. He's brave but a little bit daft so they prefer to be sure they all survive before doing any crazy things. (He tried to get one tattooed of a grape of raisin as a bet with Fili and Kili. They stopped him before he could even ask)

Dori (brother to Ori and Nori): The oldest. He would never admit to it because he has some decorum, but he probably had a few made when he was drunk with his friends a long time ago. On unmentionable places (his left buttcheek for example) of unmentionable designs (wine bottles and/or naked ladies).

Bombur (cousin of Bifur): Loads of them. Very intricate details, portraits of dwarf-women, drawings he made himself of trees and prairies, very bucolic.

Gloin (Gimli's father): Not much. His wife's name when he was younger. She gave him grief for it but he never regretted it. A legendary axe along one of his thighs, the details are uncanny.

Nori (brother of Dori and Ori) : A dragon. He would get a dragon before the fall of Erebor and keep it as a reminder afterwards. He adds tons of coins and jewellery. It’s a whole piece on his back. Impressive work.

Oin: He is the tattoo artist, I feel. Old enough, some medical knowledge. Chances are he misinterpreted a few ones. He was taught in Erebor so he is not as steady as he used to, but he always manages to get someone's help everytime. He never lets anyone touch his tattoo stuff unless he is present. Himself has a harp and several instruments.

Fili: He’d have one with his brother, mother and uncle for the Durin line. Maybe behind his ear. I can see a beautiful blade, down the length of his torso from his upper ribcage to his hips.

Kili: Same for Fili. But he's a romantic so I'd say, on his inner arm or his wrist. He'd go for pieces of poetry, flowers and landscapes of mountains.

Dwalin : Everywhere. A lot of geometric figures are arranged in patterns he only knows the reason for. Fili and Kili have a theory about an escape he lead with those tattoos. Dwalin never denies nor confirms it, he finds it immensly hilarious to see them try to figure it out.

Bofur: Names of his lost ones. Pun jokes in drawings, different moustaches. If the chance comes, a portrait of his One on his lower back. Because he is a cheesy, cheesy dwarf.

Balin: One in common with Thorin, that’s for sure. Something they've been through together. One for the company.

Thorin: Words of poetry or song he’d adored as a younger dwarf, some symbolic ones like the one for the Durin line, and the one for the company. One of an animal, (I'm influenced by some drawings I saw though), something symbolic with a greater meaning. No decorative ones.

Bard: I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He'd consider it as a branding of sorts and between his kids, hiding his lineage and the loss of his wife, he has enough issues as it is.

Thranduil: Has enough scars for a lifetime. But if his lover has some he’d be fascinated. Honestly, repulsed at first because why would you scar your beautiful skin like this, but if they are his love, they have taste so the tattoo design would be one he quite enjoys too.

#lotr fanfic #lotr headcanons #the hobbit headcanons #the hobbit fanfic #tattoo headcanons #tattoo #tw:tattoos

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neon-prison · 1 year

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Can't remember if I sent you an ask for the meme-ory, so ignore me if I did already 😅

🔮- Misty Olszewski

Tysm for the lovely ask <3 <3

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"Do you think Helen would be proud of me?" The question was timid, wrung from a soft, vulnerable place carefully guarded against Night City's greedy clutches.

Misty's hand paused, dusting cloth suspended over the counter as she directed her full attention to Vee. "Do you...think she wouldn't be?" Her voice was cautious, paired with an emerald shrewdness that forced Vee's shoulders into a helpless shrug.

"Sometimes-" The wound in Vee's heart throbbed and split open, bleeding in the intimate space between them, clogging her throat, "Sometimes I question if this is what she wanted for me...Whether she'd look at what I've become and wonder if it was all for nothing." A stray tear betrayed her, worming its way out of Vee's tight grip to trail down her cheek.

A soft shuffle drew her attention to Misty's deck, the pack of cards appearing from beneath the counter to settle in front of her. "What-?"

"Shh." Misty's hushed tone brooked no argument, and Vee shut her mouth.

The first card turned to the image of a bleeding heart pierced with three swords.

"III of Swords." Misty tapped the heart. "It's a card of great sorrow and grief, both physical and emotional. But sometimes suffering is necessary to draw out hidden strength."

She drew her hand over the second card, turning it over and placing it beside the first. A well-dressed man towered over two kneeling beggars, offering each of them a handful of coins.

Misty's voice held a smile, "VI of Pentacles. A card of generosity and security, of giving and receiving. Sometimes you're receiving, and at other times, you are on the giving end. It's an ongoing cycle of life, once you will always be a part of."

The third card revealed itself as a pair of lovers looking beyond a lush meadow, watching children play under a rainbow of ten cups.

"The X of Cups." Misty's fingers lingered over the card for a moment. "Comfort. Stability. Community. A card of bonds and celebration shared with others around you. You're surrounded by people who love you, whose lives you've enriched with your own."

Vee sniffled, clenching her jaw against the wave of rolling emotions threatening to drown her.

Reaching out, Misty grasped Vee's trembling fingers in her own, ignoring the merc's tears to stare at her with a soft, disarming smile. "I never met your mom. But I know you, and I think, wherever she is, she's extremely proud of you and who you've become."

A choked sob finally clawed its way out of Vee's throat, but she relaxed in Misty's grip, inexplicably relieved. She let herself shake for a moment, drawing back to rub her eyes. "Thanks, Misty," she said lamely, unable to find the words to describe what her friend had done for her. "I've always been scared that I- oh no. Shit. Shit. FUCK."

Misty reared back, alarmed as Vee stared at her gold-tipped hands. "What?!"

Vee thrust her soot-stained palm towards Misty like an accusation, "This is...supposed to BE WATERPROOF!!"

Shocked, Misty's gaze flit helplessly between Vee's hands and her smeared face before suddenly doubling over the counter with inelegant guffaws.

"Don't laugh, you musty bitch!" Vee shrieked, tilting her head back as she waved her hands in a futile effort to dry her tears. "Do you know how expensive this foundation is!? Makeup bag! Hurry before I smear everything!"

Misty sprinted to her purse.

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#cyberpunk 2077 #misty olszewski #oc: vee #Vee misses her mom #her mom died when she was 13 in a Tyger's shooting #Vee is a makeup ho #u bet she spending her eddies on the latest and greatest fenty #all the makeup wearing ppl will know this feel

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kittenintheden · 3 months

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Not Your Sweetheart Ch 25 - Dark Red

Not Your Sweetheart Chapter 25- Dark Red

The one where I absolutely delight in reminding everyone that Astarion has a dead average 10 charisma and an 18 CHA Tav gives him a run for his goddamn money in all the best and most angsty ways.

AKA "gets away with it bc hottie w/a body" meets "wins every social interaction and is also troubled and hot."

AKA the seducer gets seduced and he's mad about it, until he isn't.

But also it's a whole campaign? You know. Do not enter unless you're expecting true-to-life D&D -- everyone hot as hell but stupid as fuck. Get your top-shelf found family and hotties battling for flirt dominance tropes here.

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This chapter starts out real "lol aw" and ends real OMG WTF so go in prepared lol. You've been forewarned. (CW: the babies have their first real big trauma-fueled fight and there's a lot of yelling) Read on AO3.

Commissioned piece of the dorks by the fantastically talented @hamrikaa (see the full thing in Ch 10).

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It's all rather drab, if he's honest. Even the meager offerings left near the graves are tarnished, broken, rusted over. There's some coin here and there, but hardly enough to make it worth it.

The light from Gale's staff does catch something at the base of a tree, however. Astarion tilts his head, eyes scanning over the curled skeletal corpse that found its final rest at its roots. He kneels down and reaches for the prize, rolling the shiny thing between his fingers. A ring.

He looks closer. A marriage band.

Astarion furrows his brow, the dark and oppressive world around him going momentarily brighter. There's the ghostly memory that flickers across the surface of his mind, seeking purchase and not quite finding it. It's not something that ever really happened. He doesn't think, anyway. It's like a memory of a fantasy, fuzzy and twice-removed. A story he told himself, once upon a time.

Youthful. Hopeful. Blushing. Shy.

Scent of petals, warmth of sunshine, rings exchanged.

The world goes gray again as he hears his name called from a distance.

"Hm?" He blinks, looking around to see Ori standing some yards away.

"What're you doing?" she says.

"Nothing important," he responds, standing. He slips the ring into his pocket out of habit, barely giving it another thought.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion x original female character #bg3 fanfiction #kitten writes #not your sweetheart

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kityenok-hoards · 11 months

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♡~ ALDEROCULRIS ~♡

Coined by: Me/Kityenok

Etymology: (Alder - Oculus - Oris)

An aldernic identity in which someone desires a body with mouths and eyes in places in shouldnt be.

(5/23/23)

#body horror #term coining #nonbinary #mogai #coining #kityenok #lgbtq #aldernic #aldernic term #aldernics #eyes #mouths

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starrygender · 7 months

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Hey! Can you please make a flag for when you’re attracted to plushies that are mostly goth themed

goplushtum

for when youre attracted to plushies that are (mostly) goth themed

again, so sorry for the wait!!

#goplushtum #goth #objectum #os/or #objectumsecual #objectumromantic #objectumplatonic #ori #new ori #ori coin #flag coin #mogai #liom #orientetion #neolabel

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aroaceacacia · 2 years

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could you do a tldr after redacted do their thing? i dont follow many people from this fandom on twitter and im too scared to try and dive into it rn when shit is happening.

as of right now the situation is this:

- yesterday a twitter user made a series of tweets complaining about the "scitties" trend. redacted finds it a ridiculous thread and picks it apart in the discourse channel, but doesnt engage

- i make a tumblr post saying scar would think scitties is funny (another user adds tags that are good explaining how fandom content doesnt need to be filtered for cc consumption)

- today, a member of hermittwt dmed multiple people telling them to stop following mojo chojo

- this person cited the following claims: mojo being a hermitshipper, drawing nsfw, and reblogging art from a dsmp shipper who has drawn NSFW of c!tubbo

- the fact is that mojo has stated (back in November here on tumblr) that they dont like drawing nsfw and at most their art will be suggestive. also, OP (the one trying to call ppl out) said the thing about c!tubbo in a dm and then couldnt find evidence of it so that really goes to show how

- at least one member of redacted challenges the dm they get. they make a small amount of progress but the damage has already been done

- redacted is sick and tired of hermittwt being so weird about shipping

- multiple members of redacted are relatively large artists in the fandom and we think it would be funny to just start going "surprise! you're weird for being so concerned about this"

- members of hermittwt who are not in redacted start to see our tweets and find they agree, that theyve been sick and tired of the discourse/negativity for a long time

- the mod of the 3rd life quote bot has revealed herself as emma @strifesolution who some of you may recognize as being a longtime yogs fan (fandom is normal abt shipping and does not harass people) and as being the guy to coin the treebark ship name

- live update i think we just ratioed ori???

tl;dr we think hermittwt needs to touch grass and we're tired of being nice. maybe later or tomorrow I'll be able to put together a more coherent timeline of events, or maybe my friend will just make a dont stop the party edit and that will explain everything

#asks #discourse #twitter

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auroras-kiss · 7 months

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oriwispthesia!

oriwispthesia-

an aureth related to the game Ori and the Will of the Wisps!

[Image ID: A flag with seven equally-sized horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are purple, pastel cyan, white, pastel magenta, indigo, royal indigo, and black. In the center of the flag is the aurethesia symbol, a staff with a diamond and two wings. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by no one! tagging @neopronouns @radiomogai @revenant-coining @decayedgender @yourdarlingness @horrgores @begendered-queer @noxwithoutstars @leijonisms @bpdette @variant-archive @lesboyloser @gamegenders

#reigns terms #neogender #neogender coining #new gender #gender coining #aurethesia

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fantasyinallforms · 1 year

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For the March Madness prompts, how about “AMBUSH!”? 💜

Thank you Razzy for the prompt ❤️❤️

This is my first submission for this round of the FotFics event March Madness. Also posted on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45472360

Bagginshield-Rating [G]

Title: Questionable Decisions

In hindsight, there were many questionable decisions that led to Bilbo being cornered behind the Prancing Pony, surrounded by people who were looking to pummel him and brandishing a rusty frying pan. Six days ago, Gandalf had played a cruel trick on him. A simple good morning led to his house being invaded by 13 dwarves who hoped to recruit him as a burglar on a quest that could only end in certain death. The leader of these dwarves was a wholly disagreeable, stupidly tall, maybe ruggedly handsome dwarf king. Questionable decision number one, he agreed to join them.

You would think that the dwarf, who apparently needed his help in the first place, would be grateful that Bilbo was willing to risk his neck and good reputation on this endeavor. The opposite proved to be true almost immediately.

The first night of camp was the one with the most questions. Bilbo got a first-hand look at how curious (and suspicious) dwarves could be. After several rounds of questions, mainly from Bofur and Ori, about Hobbit anatomy and culture, Thorin spoke for the first time that night.

“Have you ever actually stolen anything before?” His voice was a smooth baritone that made the corners of Bilbo’s lips twitch in an involuntary smile. He pulled his expression back quickly before responding.

“Well, every faunt, especially one with Took blood like myself, has tried a hand at stealing crops from a field or pies from a sill. I’d like to say I was quite good at it myself.” Bilbo puffed his chest out a little and pulled at his suspenders.

“So nothing of any real consequence.” Thorin’s tone was even, but for a dwarf of few words, Thorin’s face was incredibly expressive. Still, the words weighed on them all night. As unnecessarily surly as the response might have been, Thorin wasn't wrong. Bilbo would like to think that dwelling on that comment was questionable decision number two.

They arrived in Bree two days later with plans to stay for a few days to rest and resupply. This was the last time they would be able to sleep in a real bed for quite some time. Bilbo didn't have much to do with the resupplying efforts, and unlike the rest of the company, who had traveled from the Blue Mountains, he didn't need to get caught up on rest. This left him idle, and with that came boredom, and with boredom came recklessness. The truth of Thorin’s words haunted him, and as the first day went by, he became restless. Just because he had never stolen anything didn't mean he couldn't steal anything, right? He knew how to, in theory; he just never needed to try.

Bilbo looked out into the crowded bar room and let his eyes linger on the many precarious coin pouches and weapons dangling from belts. An opportunity to test his amature burglary skills presented itself quickly. Standing right next to him was a very drunk and unaware man. Bilbo was sitting on a stool, and the man's coin purse sat at the perfect height for Bilbo to reach up and snatch it. So that's precisely what Bilbo did. Questionable decision number Three.

The thrill of getting away with his petty theft was intoxicating. He had never had more of a rush! Shaking slightly, he fished out enough money from the stolen purse to pay his bar tab and placed it on the table in front of the drunk man before slipping away to sit at a different table. He did it! He stole something of actual consequence! That being said, the man was very drunk. Does that even count as a fair target? So he tried again, this time on a less intoxicated patron. Another success that left Bilbo giddy. He kept going, using the same method each time, waiting for them to come close enough to him and snatch the purse while they walked away. Five burglaries in, and he stopped. The last attempt was against a particularly mean-looking man, and Bilbo was sure he had almost gotten caught, but the man only looked around before returning to his seat. Every choice from the moment he had taken the first purse had been a severely questionable decision.

Most of the company at this point had gone to bed or were chatting in the far corner of the inn. Thorin, it would seem, was nowhere in sight. The stresses and excitement of the day were rapidly catching up with Bilbo. It was about time to retire. He couldn't return the purse she snatched today, but he would leave them at the bar tomorrow for people to claim. Although he was a little curious to poke through them and see if there was anything interesting in them. He had rented a hobbit-sized room situated a small distance from the main rooms. He waved a lazy goodbye to those in the company still up and made his way.

Bilbo exited out of the back door and walked for maybe a minute before his path was blocked by a large angry looking man. Bilbo took a few steps back and quickly started walking in the opposite direction back to the inn, not checking to see if the man was following. Bilbo could almost see the door of the Prancing Pony when another man stepped from the shadows blocking his path. Bilbo turned again, trying to take the only other path of egress, only to find it too blocked by a mean-looking man he regretfully recognized. It was the last man he had robbed; this was an AMBUSH!

Bilbo looked around desperately, trying to find anything to defend himself. The only thing he spotted was the handle of a frying pan sticking out of a trash bin, so he grabbed it and brandished it in front of him.

“A frying pan…really, little thief, do you think that's going to do you any good?” Said the man he had stolen from.

“Now, now, there's no need for all of this gentleman. I didn't mean anything by it. I would have returned the purses, I swear!” Bilbo fumbled in his pocket and placed all the bags from that evening onto the floor in front of him.

“It’s a matter of pride, you see. I can't have people thinking that they can just steal from me and get away with it”. The man and his cronies inched closer with every word. Bilbo desperately waved the frying pan in front of him, but one of the men pulled it out of his hands with ease. The mean-looking man balled his fist into Bilbo’s shirt and pulled his fist back. Bilbo turned his head and braced for the impact.

“I’m going to have to ask you to not do that.” a stunning and familiar baritone voice said calmly. Bilbo turned his head back to the event in front of him. Thorin was standing to the right of the mean-looking man. His hand was on the man's arm, restraining him from delivering the punch.

“Stay out of this dwarf; it doesn't concern you. Our business is with the halfling.” the man sneered. Thorin grabbed the man's wrist and simply squeezed until his hand came off of Bilbo’s shirt, then moved to stand directly in front of Bilbo. Thorin might have been shorter than the men in front of him, but his presence was no less formidable. Regality dripped from every one of his words and actions.

“It does concern me as the Hobbit you are trying to beat on is mine.” Was that possessiveness in Thorin’s tone?

“There are three of us and one of you. What makes you think you’ll win this fight?” The mean-looking man scoffed and went for his blade. Thorin was quicker; he had his sword pointed at the man's neck faster than Bilbo could register what happened.

“Do you want to risk dying over a coin purse already offered back to you?” The simple question and the sword to this throat made the man take a large step back. He picked up the pouches on the ground and tossed them to his men.

“You better stick next to your dwarf friend because if I catch you with sticky hands again, I’ll break every bone in your body.” The men retreated down the middle road, and it was only after they were out of sight that Thorin turned to him. Bilbo quickly found himself crowded against the wall, Thorin’s hands on either side of his head and his long nose inches from his face.

“We are less than a week into this journey. Try not to get yourself killed before we reach Erebor,” Thorin hissed. Bilbo’s eyes slipped from Thorin’s irritated sapphire eyes to his soft and slightly chapped-looking lips, then back before gulping.

“Understood,” Bilbo said a little breathlessly. Thorin released him from the wall and turned away. Adrenaline now subsiding, Bilbo was absolutely sure that the urge for any kind of petty theft had been burned out of him. He watched red-faced as Thorin’s broad form walked away. Then Thorin turned back to him with a look that could only mean, ‘are you coming or not?’. Bilbo breathed a shaky breath; it was out of the frying pan and into the fire as the realization sunk in. He was falling head over heels for a dwarf king, and who knows how many questionable decisions that was going to lead to.

#the hobbit #forfics #bagginshield #bilbo x thorin #bilbo baggins #thorin oakenshield #thilbo #FIAF (me) fics

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