#Dragonhearted my beloved

[mithrilhearts]

“Beauty is not skin deep, Thorin. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.” Though the outside was just as desirable, and a little exotic, anyway. - Dragonhearted, Chapter 12

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Happy 3k Razzy

I am nothing if not a woman of my word.

For 3k followers, my friend @lordoftherazzles is doing a GIF event...So...I promised a badly drawn, idiotic GIF to her in honour of

🌟Dragonhearted, my beloved🌟

Here it is:

Is it awful? Yes

Is it kinda cute? Also yes...

Here is a bad GIF to make you thirst for Razzy's good ones 🤣

[i-did-not-mean-to]

@lordoftherazzles

Guess what time it is? Dragonhearted hour...just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️

twitter loved this one so anyway here's one of my fave ship dynamics

[bunnakit]

what are your top 5 movie recommendations?

EYY ok im a terrible person to ask because i absolutely do not watch movies unless forced to at gunpoint and most of them are not queer SO here's just like... my 5 fav movies i guess lmao

THE JACKET (2005) dir. John Maybury 🌸

(hey my first non-bl related gif!)

The narrative is a time slip fantasy in which a Gulf War veteran who suffered a death or near-death experience while on active service returns to the United States where he is blamed for the death of a policeman, and incarcerated in a hospital for the criminally insane. Subject to experimental treatments there, which involve him being shut inside a morgue casket while tied in a straitjacket, he eventually learns to travel through time and is able to offer help to various people.

i watched this in high school one lazy afternoon with my mom and became obsessed. i don't think it did well? or was really on anyone's radar? but Keira Knightley is fucking gorgeous in it as is Adrien Brody - both of which i had massive crushes on back then. it's definitely HEAVY and darker, obviously, and has a bit of an open ending but i eat that shit up.

"The important thing in life is to believe that while you're alive it's never too late."

PROMARE (2019) dir. Hiroyuki Imaishi 🌸

Thirty years has passed since the appearance of the Burnish, a race of flame-wielding mutant beings, who destroyed half of the world with fire. When a new group of aggressive mutants calling themselves Mad Burnish appears, the epic battle between Galo Thymos, a new member of the anti-Burnish rescue team Burning Rescue, and Lio Fotia, the leader of Mad Burnish begins.

i've watched promare an embarrassing amount of times, but hey, it's actually a little queer so there's that! the synopsis is just a drop in the hat of what the movie actually is. we love anarchist rebels and advocates for equal rights (and enemies to lovers between a smol angry rebel and a big lovable himbo.) small note - we lost Galo's english VA, Billy Kametz, last year to his battle with cancer. he played a huge role in a lot of my favorite shows and games and it really broke my heart.

DRAGONHEART (1996) dir. Rob Cohen 🌸

Sir Bowen, an English knight of "the Old Code", mentors Saxon prince Einon in his ideals to make him a better king than his father Freyne. While suppressing a peasant rebellion, rebels ambush and kill Freyne. Then a young peasant girl named Kara accidentally wounds Einon's heart. Einon's Celtic mother Aislinn has Einon taken before a dragon and asks him to save the boy's life. The dragon makes Einon promise to be a just ruler with honor and replaces Einon's wounded heart with half his own. However, Einon proves more oppressive by enslaving the former rebels that killed his father and forcing them to rebuild a Roman castle. Einon also has Kara's father, who led the insurgents, blinded. Believing the dragon's heart has corrupted Einon, Bowen swears vengeance on him and all dragons by hunting them down.

listen, i'm old okay? i watched this obsessively when i was a kid. i didn't own the VHS, i'm not really sure why? but anytime it was on tv i was glued to it. i think i eventually did record it onto a vhs.

MILK (2008) dir. Gus Van Sant 🌸

In 1972, Harvey Milk and his then-lover Scott Smith leave New York for San Francisco, with Milk determined to accomplish something meaningful in his life. Settling in the Castro District, he opens a camera shop and helps transform the area into a mecca for gays and lesbians. In 1977 he becomes the nation's first openly gay man elected to a notable public office when he wins a seat on the Board of Supervisors. The following year, Dan White kills Milk in cold blood.

i watched this just as i was coming to terms with my own queerness. i wanted to learn more about queer history and this movie came out at the exact perfect time for that. i was a freshman in high school, i'd never heard of Harvey Milk before, but my mom had and she encouraged me to watch it. it got me doing a lot more research into queer history and learning where we came from so while the movie may not be perfect, may not be wholly accurate, i thank it for that.

TITAN A.E. (2000) dir. Don Bluth & Gary Goldman 🌸

"Titan A.E." takes place in the distant future, after Earth has been obliterated by a mysterious alien race known as the Drej. Cale is a human teenager who has been given a mysterious map by his father, leading him on an unforgettable journey.

i am nothing if not an absolute slut for Don Bluth movies. that man illustrated my childhood. as i got older my mom told me about Titan A.E. and said it was a must watch for my nerdy ass. she was correct. it's not the perfect movie but it's a great look at what Don Bluth and Gary Goldman could've done if we'd considered "animation for adults" back then. we're finally getting somewhere with it now, and i like to think we have them to thank in part for that.

also fun story my husband met one of the animators for this film at a party where a lot of people were doing a lot of drugs and he gave him his card AND MY HUSBAND LOST IT

alright anon and friends i hope i haven't ruined your opinion of me with my taste in movies ~ thank you to all the gifmakers that have made gifs of these films, i'm so glad i didn't have to make one for all of them lmao.

[mothkraft]

just realised i could paint my whole seraphon (lizardmen) figures in diego colours man i'm glad i don't know the deepest warhammer lore or else YOU KNOW i'd be figuring out some dinopants warhammer (age of sigmar?) bullshit...i need to check up on elf lore because the seraphon and them are both forces against chaos? uneasy alliance you say??? hmmmmmMMMMMMM

[goldieclaws]

This is just something quick I decided to draw since I see a lot of Wings of Fire animations when browsing Youtube for ideas and I am not immune to big scaly lizards.

Important Note: as of this posting I haven't read any WoF books nor do I know the characters, I just love dragons very much and thought this particular design would be nice to draw (after all, Dragonheart is one of my beloved childhood films). I have been told it is written by one of the Erin's from Warrior Cats, so maybe I'll check them out properly one day.

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CoHost Closure & Hurricane Helene/Milton Updates

[Cross-posted from my Patreon]

Social media platform CoHost, which started in 2022, announced Sept. 10th that it would be closing its doors by the end of 2024. Per the staff team's post, CoHost will go into read-only mode on October 1st, and the team will make their best efforts to keep the lights on until the end of the year.

Although not universally well-known, the site was beloved by its members and had a thriving alterhuman community. Because of this, my system has been scouring the tags for public essays to preserve and add to the Alterhuman Archive. So far we've completed looking through #otherkin; all archivists are collectively still working on getting everything summarized, tagged, and mirrored through the Wayback Machine. We've also got some new folks on the Alterhuman Archive team to help with the effort, including Sivaasonikaan, Rudy Cantor, The Dragonheart Collective, and the Draconic Wizard Workshop. Huzzah!

The one problem we're running into is that CoHost disabled new member accounts shortly after its announcement. My system, as far as I'm aware, are the only ones out of the lot of us who had a CoHost log-in. This has slowed down the effort somewhat. I'm focusing on just grabbing what I can from the tags, and then chucking its links into the collective work pile that anyone can work on (unless the work is marked as 18+, it seems). Not an ideal situation, but we're making do. If you have a CoHost piece you want to make sure ends up archived, please send it our way!

Our efforts to archive CoHost (and to work on everything else that we mentioned in the last post) have also been a little hampered thanks to back-to-back hurricanes Helene and Milton. My town was devastated by both in rapid succession, and I've been without power for a majority of the month. Because of Milton, a large portion of my city is now without Internet access as well, as a large amount of cell towers completely toppled in the storm. Thankfully, my family evacuated and we're all okay-- unfortunately, my job stayed open the morning and afternoon of the day that the hurricane was set to make landfall, having had me scheduled to come in, and calling out of that shift is likely to come with termination (albeit when, I couldn't say; this job has been known to wait up until 363 days after an infraction to terminate or write someone up). Job hunting will shift my plans around quite a bit and losing this job will postpone my degree by a while, unless I can graduate before I lose access to this job's tuition assistance. So we'll have to play these upcoming few months by ear, and I'm going to keep my eyes locked forward as I apply for better positions prior to my formal termination.

[mithrilhearts]

I'm not good at coming up with these kinds of things off the top of my head, but I did go to a sentence generator and this was too good to pass up!! 🤣🤣

"My first tutor was a dragon with a terrible sense of humor."

Do with that what you will...😏

Hey look I'm doing this 5039434 years too late! But I wasn't going to let it go unanswered. I'm giving you more than 5 sentences, but take that as an "I'm sorry this took so long" ahaha.

The ol "send me a fic starter sentence and I'll give you 5 sentences after" thingy, or whatever it is!

From the "Dragonhearted" universe! And I'm tagging @i-did-not-mean-to as I think this is something she would enjoy 💜

“My first tutor was a dragon with a terrible sense of humor,” Bilbo cackled, hearing the exasperated sigh of Thorin a few feet behind him while he sat at a desk with a teacup to work with him through some of Erebor’s history. The kingdom had been long forgotten by most, but that didn’t mean its history wasn’t important!

Bilbo was just pulling at Thorin’s tail and nerves at this point, but truth be told, Ori was a far better scholar worthy of teaching these things.

The teacup on the table shuffled awkwardly, his eyes drifting from Thorin to Bilbo before clearing his throat. “Yes…I can see that–”

“Ori!” Thorin hissed, but it was drowned out by Bilbo’s laughter.

“Now if you’ll excuse us, Your Majesty! Mister Bilbo has asked so nicely to learn about the founding of Erebor, and I will teach him properly!”

Thorin stood there looking dumbfounded before the teacup gave a harsh scoot towards him…since he had no arms. ‘Now, go! You’re distracting!”

The dragon huffed, his wings drooping and making his way towards the exit of the library that he had gifted to Bilbo some time ago. “Told off by porcelain…what has my life become?” He lamented in good humor, hearing chuckles behind him in response.

He did have an answer for his humored question though: his life had become better, and he had Bilbo to thank.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Cup of love

This Mini-Story is dedicated to @lordoftherazzles's lovely fic Dragonhearted!

Words: 1.6k

Characters: Interviewer, W, Teacup-Ori

Prompt: Soulmates

The woman who wants to remain anonymous and to whom I’ll refer forthwith as “W” sits down in the comfortable armchair provided for that express purpose and looks at me from steady, dark eyes that seem to hold an expression of slight challenge.

After the initial, customary exchange of insipid greetings and void niceties, I encourage her to describe – in her own words – how she’s found herself in such a peculiar situation as to be convinced that her soulmate is in fact a teacup.

Here is what she’s confided to this eminent paper:

I was walking in the woods that lead nowhere in particular, which, in and of itself, is strange because you’d think that a forest like that would surround some stately manor or at least separate two villages. ‘Tis not so in this case; whoever enters this densely overgrown patch of land will invariably find themselves turned around and disoriented.

One has to admit that this peculiar effect has been a source of amusement and merriment amongst the people of my village for many years and so, it has become a habit I cherish greatly.

So, there I was, courageously defying the magic of the dark trees by padding noiselessly through their shadows, not expecting anything untoward or unusual to occur.

Suddenly, something thoroughly unanticipated made me freeze where I stood though. In front of me, not five steps away, lay an abandoned teacup in the snow.

To my surprise, it seemed hale enough! Believing that no wild beast would have any real use for such fine porcelain, I picked it up gingerly.

“Hello,” the cup spoke and I almost dropped it then and there, which – I can only surmise – might have been severely detrimental to its health, as far as one may use such terms for what still seemed to me to be but a piece of expertly fashioned ceramic tableware. “I am Ori.”

Stunned, I stammered out my own name with much less poise and gentility as was warranted by a formal introduction, but the spirit inhabiting the teacup is as gracious as it is kind and so no hard feelings remain from that unsuccessful first meeting.

“Your hands are warm,” he – for it was a male teacup – praised and nuzzled his handle firmly into my palm.

Of course, I asked him all the questions that rose to the forefront of my mind haphazardly. Who was he? What was he? Why could he speak? Where did he come from? Was he magical?

Unfortunately, Ori – the little cup man – was rather cagey about the specifics of his circumstances and merely provided evasive replies such as “My name is Ori, I am evidently a teacup, I was taught to speak by my family as were you, I suspect.”

Alas, he would not divulge how he had come to meet me on my stroll or where he’d return to once our meeting had drawn to an end; moreover, he was rather tight-lipped about the undeniable flavour of a seemingly rather whimsical supernatural power of which the whole thing smacked.

“That sounds fantastical,” I cry out, my eyes bulging out of my head as I stare at the mousy, little woman still sitting in front of me.

“Ha! That is exactly what I said,” W grins and takes a sip of the tea I have supplied; she makes a face on account of the bitterness of the lukewarm beverage, but – loony as she might be – she’s too polite to put her distaste into cutting words.

“And what did he say?” I prompt her, remembering that it is bad form to interrupt the eyewitness account. It has taken too much time to put her at ease to snap her out of her talkative mood by side-tracking her with inane interjections.

She leans back in her chair with an almost handsome smile that illuminates her rather stern mien.

“If you’d let me go on, you’d hear all about it,” she chides with the benevolent severity of a schoolteacher and then continues her account.

“I feel like I’ve fallen into a fairy tale,” I said to him, holding him up to my face and seeing my breath fog up his countenance.

“A retelling of one, more like it,” he quipped, visibly comfortable with being held and handled. “If it pleases you, we could meet again soon? It is time for me to hop back to the secret place I have escaped from for a breath of fresh air, but I’d much enjoy some outside company.”

Now, it is known that my people have always believed in the concept of soulmates. My grandmother – wise and toothless as she has been as long as I can recall – has ever told me that, when you meet the soul that will complete yours, you’ll just know.

There was no flash of lightning and no roll of thunder, but my heart clenched in terrible recognition of the one I was meant to find.

All of this, naturally, might sound rather fanciful to a serious investigator of the hard truths of life, but I am a simple woman who does not presume to doubt beliefs that have been upheld and nurtured by my people for countless centuries.

So, what then was I – lonely, poor, and wretched – to do other than to agree wholeheartedly to seeing Ori, a sentient piece of crockery, at his earliest convenience for another round of fruitless discussions?

“Yes,” I breathed and set him down as carefully as if he was made of glass. Come to think of it, that was not all that far from the truth, and I did well in handling him with the utmost care and respect.

I watched him go, listless, and my whole soul was quivering as a bowstring stretched too far by the reckless hand of an inexperienced archer.

Every day, I’d thus return to the forest in hopes of meeting the enchanted object – quite literally – of all my hopes and dreams once more.

A week after our initial meeting, I had almost convinced myself that there had been no such incident and that it had been but an absurdly detailed fever dream that haunted me now with the aftertaste of the devastating loss of something I had never even possessed to begin with.

Nonetheless, I returned to the woods one last time to mourn the demise of my sanity.

Just as I was about to turn homewards once more, a soft clinking sound resounded, and I spun around to find Ori sliding down the narrow forest path cautiously.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “there was a lot going on…in the secret place. I’ve brought you a drink though!”

I stared down at the pitiful remnant of brownish sludge that had survived his trek through the overgrown bushes and the dense, gnarled roots of the tree sentinels guarding his enigmatic home.

“Am I to lift you to my lips?” I asked, afraid of committing an unforgivable faux pas by simply grabbing a sentient being as if it was indeed but an inanimate kitchen utensil.

“If you want to,” Ori replied breathlessly, a pinkish hue tinging his impeccable glaze all of a sudden. “I fear that the quality of the tea must have suffered a little, but it should still be somewhat wholesome to drink.”

He was kind, you have to understand, and so terribly sweet in his courteous, shy demeanour. To be truthful, I cared very little about the rather subpar tea, containing the odd stray leaf, he offered me; it was of no consequence to me compared to the immense pleasure of holding him in my cupped hands again and lifting his slender, delicate, terrifyingly fragile beauty to my trembling lips and tilting him ever so warily to refresh myself.

Afterwards, I gave him a little bath in the nearby stream – the water was shockingly cold – and we sat and talked for a little while. He would still not tell me about where he had come from and what bound him to that place, but my absurd instinct that he was the One for me solidified, nonetheless.

As insane as that sounds, he seemed to understand me perfectly – humming at the right moments and uttering tinkling peals of laughter at others – and I felt comfortable and cherished in his presence. What does that say about me that it took a cursed item for me to get the sensation that I was being perceived favourably by another soul?

W looks up at me defiantly at this point of her narrative, blinking back tears she visibly refuses to spill in front of such an insensitive audience. “We met up several times after that, stolen moments in the woods far away from our usual cares and worries; it was precious, and I wonder what has kept him lately.”

I admit that I am taken aback by her vulnerability and her frankness, so I look for the right words to say to her; of course, I also wonder whether I should inform her of the ongoing climate of unrest and the riots that would probably break out before long.

“That’s all,” she concludes aggressively and wrings her small, pale hands in her lap. “I met a magical creature, and I might even have had a chance at love in the long run, but now, we might never know.” Just as I am about to give her some reassuring but empty words of polite solace, a great ruckus resounds outside, and she dives towards the window in a flash of flying hair and trembling limbs.

Flames in the night and an angry mob moving towards her beloved, enchanted forest; I stand transfixed and witness the choked cry of horror that seems to deflate the once proud woman who has just finished telling her story.

“Let’s go,” I say in a mournful voice, taking her by the hand. “Let’s see what all of this is about.”

So, my dear friend, I hope this made you smile!

@fellowshipofthefics I am still at it.

Lots of love

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I can't breathe!!!!

This is EVERYTHING!!!!

"Between Thorin and the three wargs that were slowly stalking his way, who was angrier?

Those bright blue eyes seemed to glow like flames of their own as he dug his claws into the ground and then pushed himself to his feet. That glow between the scales of his throat becoming visible again as he let those wings of his, injured as they might have been from the scuffle, spread and make him as large and imposing as possible, another loud and menacing growl erupted and echoed from Thorin take made the ears of those wargs tip back with a whine. Bilbo’s own had dropped at the sound, as piercing as it was."

-@lordoftherazzles, Dragonhearted

AO3 IS BACK! I've been waiting to post this so that I could include the excerpt because this is one of my FAVORITE parts of Dragonhearted! Combat is so hard to write and Razzles does it beautifully. Beauty and the Beast AUs are so tricky to get right and honestly this is the best one I've read to date out of any fandom I've been in. So PLEASE make sure to give it and any other of Razzles' fics a read it will be so worth it I promise

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SOMEONE(S) HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE PLS THIS IS IMPORTANT

I'm doing NaNoWriMo for the first time in (checks watch) 10 YEARS APPARENTLY????? And I'm going to write my magnum opus??? Or thesis, or the fanfiction of the century, whatever you want to call it.

The plan is to take my dearly beloved fanfic outline of 3 years and finally turn it into writing. And binge write ALL of it, at least 50k in November, and then continuing to binge write until I have an entire first draft.

I would like encouragement or at least people to hold me accountable for following through on this!!

The Project:

Dragonheart, which will be a Kite-centric fic featuring the wonderful, beautiful ship my friend and I came up with in an mfrp. He's shipped with Mika from Drifting Dragons (Himbo).

Everything is the same but Kite married a dragon from the dark continent, and eventually that changes everything.

Also crazy slots sounds like a Mario Kart item box

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MY DRACO STICKERS ARE FINALLY HERE!!

These are 3 x 4 inch holographic vinyl stickers inspired by the beloved 1996 fantasy film Dragonheart! I love Draco. uwu

If you'd like one, they'll be available on 6/17! If you'd like to get one right now, you can become one of my Ko-fi supporters and get a nice little discount on it! All supporters who are Mage Tier or higher get one of my stickers for free whenever I come out with a new design! It's taken me so long just to get here. Reblogs are appreciated!

[mithrilhearts]

Finally!! The teaser everyone’s been waiting for (or at least me)! The next chapter of “Dragonhearted” is finally in edit/revisions mode, and I’m happy to share a part of what I have. Keep your eyes peeled...an update is right around the corner!

Bilbo wasn’t sure how his legs managed to keep going, but they did, and the further he moved, the more he told himself that he was going to find Thorin alive.

Trying to remember the guiding words of Balin who had led him to those northernmost halls leading to Ravenhill, Bilbo kept his eyes peeled. He trotted along some snow and ice, and finally ducked into a few stone towers looking for his dwarf. Yes. His dwarf, and there were so many words he wanted to say to get that point across. There was still time to save him, and with a sword in hand and determination in his eyes, that was exactly what Bilbo intended to do.

While trying to navigate Ravenhill was difficult, so was trying to locate Thorin. Even with his rather noticeable draconic features, finding him was going to be like trying to find a needle in a haystack–which was far more fun for Shire games than it was war.

The sound of stone shifting had Bilbo’s ears twitching alongside it. His eyes drifted upward as a few grains of rock dropped overhead, but thankfully remained out of his eyes. It was the sound of something heavy nearly rocking the very foundation of these towers that sent a large jolt of fear up the hobbit’s spine. Gripping sting tighter in his hands as he moved, this was the one sign he’d been given that something was amiss, and that meant it was one step closer to Thorin.

The only issue with this plan was that the towers were vast, just as they were confusing. Twists and turns that led Bilbo in circles. It was the sound of a wail in roar form that truly rooted him to the ground in worry. Having tried to approach this in the most quiet and sneaky manner to avoid drawing attention, Bilbo couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. 

“Thorin!”

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[mithrilhearts]

2,3, and 4 for the writer ask

(4 about DH of course)

Love you <3

Thank you, friend. I appreciate the ask today <3

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

AHAHAHAHA okay so my top tags...IN ORDER

1. Thorin is an idiot 2. Alternate Universe - Everyone lives/nobody dies 3. Thorin is a softie 4. Bilbo is so done 5. Eventual Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield

I do feel this accurately represents my writing habits, yes. 100%

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I think you know this one as well as I do - blueberries (or food of any sort) is a must, hot cocoa is usually featured, just all around fluff, button noses, I always mention hazels meeting blues, etc. Fluff, or hurt/comfort is my usual, methinks.

4. What detail in "Dragonhearted" are you really proud of?

It's not really a nitty gritty detail, but I am very proud of weaving the tale of The Hobbit and Beauty and The Beast together. It may not be perfect, but I feel there is a nice blend of both stories <3

Now for a nitty gritty detail? Hmm, the mithril mirror maybe?? or perhaps the all around prologue of how Thorin got this whole dragon curse laid upon him. Usually I see people go with a "goldsick" or greedy approach, but the fact that I went with selflessness and loyalty...I think it really makes you feel for him a bit more. Just something I've always been happy with.

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