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The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.

Eat them.

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@jess-the-dangerous

"My king?" She looks like she has been crying. "I know I'm suppose to be brave. I know whatever happens I can defend myself. But knowing that I am hated for being trans...it's just so difficult."

((Mun is also experiencing this too))

"Come here, child."

Gunmar's voice is gruff, not gentle, but he draws the young Galadrigal into the warmth of his arms, holding her gently.

"That others concern themselves with where you hold your gronk-nuks is their stupidity. their foolishness. Let them stew in their idiot hatred. They do not determine your fate. Do not do your enemies work for them."

His hand goes to the back of her neck, pressing her more tightly to him.

"Do not let your fear take control. YOU are in control of your destiny. Today, you are yourself. And you are strong. Be firm in what you can control."

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Gunmar! There is an orange human! Can you consume him? (Also, hugs)

"IT's bad to eat off-colored meat."

But Gunmar will draw in the grayling for a tight hug, close enough to steal the sound of a few of his heartbeats.

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her arm bands are so pretty

Is it ok if you draw Ruby? Thank you <3

Here you go~ Please keep spreading kindness where you can~

Requests for positivity art is still open

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I deadass came straight here praying I'd find comfort and you came in clutch like always lmao. Could I possibly request a hug from the man-eating tyrant?

Gunmar will pause in sharpening his horns, snorting once as he approaches on all fours.

He reaches out with a single arm and draws the smaller being close to his chest. For a moment, their enveloped, the troll's expanse like a living ceiling above them.

There is nothing that can get passed Gunmar in this moment, nothing that can reach what he holds so fiercely in his arms.

"You will survive through this. You will thrive where others perish."

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[ you know what, true, true there, dino went from to gunmar as "random creature that came from nowhere" to "useful creature that came from nowhere" to "gumm-gumm general" and now to "old friend", now that, that's something I'ma remember, that's adorable ]

(It's funny how things work!)

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[ Omg why is this actually rlly wholesome? I'm crying at the "old friend" askdhsjdhwiryiznxb-/silly ]

Dinosaur has been part of Gunmar's life for a couple months, who knows how long that is in tumblr years!

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Can I have a hug?

- @dinosaurthecaliforniagirlanon from a different blog

"Of course, old friend."

His powerful arms will wrap around you. His scent is not pleasant, hints of blood, but beneath that there's the reassuring musk of troll, and a hint of obsidian. He's warm, and you can feel the power in his arms. A power he will use to keep you safe.

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The only step we can take is the next one

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…

Hug. Hug, please.

The warlord will rumble, ancient muscles protesting as he kneeled down and wrapped his arms tightly around the anon, drawing them flush to his broad chest.

"I have you."

"What else have you to fear?"

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Mun and Muse; by @thread-and-thrum

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meow?

Gunmar is going to pull the small creature into the circle of his arms.

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I got this far, but Angor was next on my list and I gave up

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Baaaa!

"Sotsona! come get your flock!"

@sotsonacearcall

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Bitter Woe

Once upon a time there were two brothers, a rich one and a poor one. It seemed like what ever the Rich Brother did, only brought him more wealth. Whereas the Poor Brother's hard work, never gained him a penny more. The Rich Brother took advantage of his Poor Brother's finances by offering to employ him for pennies a day. The Poor Brother accepted because he'd at least have enough money for a loaf of bread, which he would have to share with his family. To everyone else in the village the Rich Brother appeared to be doing them a favor. But it was all an act. When the Rich Brother invited his Poor Brother to his birthday banquet, he ensured that the poor soul didn't even get any food or drink. When everyone else left happy and full, the Poor Brother was hungry as ever. The Poor Brother tried to pretend he had a good time, less the villagers think him ungrateful. He tried to sing a little tune, but when he did he heard a terrible shrieking voice sing along. The Poor Brother demanded the singer show themselves Out stepped a skeleton in yellow rags. "Who are you?" The Poor Brother demanded. "I am Bitter Woe," the skeleton replied. "I am friends with all weak creatures. You seem lonely, so I have come to keep you company." The skeleton then jumped on the Poor Brother's back. The Poor Brother was too weak to throw him off, and could only crawl home. All the while, Bitter Woe sang, "I am Woe, the brave, I am Woe, the bold; He who lives with me Has his griefs controlled, And when money is lacking I'll find him gold." Bitter Woe then directed the Poor Brother to the pub, where the man drank what little money he had. When he awoke the next morning, Bitter Woe told him to go drinking again. "I have no money," the poor brother replied. "Did you forget my song?" Bitter Woe retorted, "You will always find gold with me. You will work hard for it through your labors, and then spend on me again." And so the Poor Man did, not having the courage to fight Bitter Woe. Day after day, Bitter Woe forced the Poor Man to use whatever money he had earned on alcohol. Bitter Woe was ready to trade everything the man had in his life for drink. But the Poor Brother refused to let Bitter Woe get the best of him. Instead, he came up with a plan.

The next time Bitter Woe told him to work to buy drinks, the Poor Brother began to moan to the demon, "Oh if only I was strong enough to life the big boulder in the woods. I was told as a child that underneath it was a hoard of gold. Then I would have enough money to drink all day." Bitter Woe was intrigued and demanded the Poor Brother to take him to this boulder. They walked deep in the woods, and there was indeed a giant boulder. It would have taken 5 men to lift it themselves, but Bitter Woe and the Poor Brother worked together find a way to lift the boulder up. Under the boulder was a very deep hole and a shimmer of gold. "Can you go down and throw me some gold, while I keep the boulder up?" The Poor Man asked. The demon jumped down into the hole and tossed up a jar of gold. Bitter Woe proclaimed, "There's not just one container of gold, but enough gold for a king!" The man dropped the boulder back onto the hole, sealing away the demon, explaining, "But this is more than enough for me." He made the sign of the cross, so the rock couldn't be moved and returned home a more hopeful man. He used the money to get out of debt and help rebuild his life. Within a year; he had a new profession and built a new home for his family. Now this change was not unnoticed by his rich brother. The Rich Brother invited his newly Better Off Brother to a meal and asked what had happened to cause this change. The Better Off Brother explained everything, including the demon Bitter Woe and how he tricked him. The Rich Brother thought his brother was foolish to only be satisfied with one jar of gold, when there was so much ready for taking. So the next day, with expensive tool, the Rich Brother went to the boulder and moved it himself. In that moment, Bitter Woe jumped onto his back. "I may have been tricked once, but I will not be removed again!" Bitter Woe hissed, clinging onto the Rich Brother's back. From then on, no matter how much money the Rich Brother had, he lost it to Bitter Woe and became a miserable man. Whereas the Better Off Brother knew that to keep off Bitter Woe, you had be satisfied with what you had- and he continued to be prosperous and happy.

The End

Notes: This story also goes by the title Woe Bogotir. Normally I try to keep the vibe of the area a story is told in; but this one kept turning into a story that could take place anywhere.

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ITS JOEVER, GUNMAR.

-Revs

"I do not understand."

Gunmar will tolerate the impure's presence, if only for the sake of his queen.

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any trans person reading this I love you

any woman reading this I love you

any poc minority reading this I love you

any queer person reading this I love you