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i-did-not-mean-to · 4 months ago

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Week 4 - LOVE

And this was it for this month from me! <3

Grand finale...Ori, my darling boy!

Prompt: Love

Pairing: Ori x OC

Words: 2 235

Warnings: Sexual innuendo, nudity, nascent love

Elya awoke slowly to the sound of a muffled conversation from the next room—before she’d even fully opened her eyes, her mouth melted into a soft smile.

Bilbo. The mere thought of the meticulous little man filled her with boundless tenderness, and she rolled over to let his voice lull her back to sleep.

She’d almost drifted off once more when his loud, impertinent call made her jump out of the corruptingly soft featherbed and drove her across the room.

When she pulled the door open, though, there was nobody in sight but Ori, clutching a few worn notebooks to his chest.

As soon as he saw her, though, his whole body went slack, and the tomes fell to the stone floor with a muted, accusing thud.

“I—the gardens, my notes,” he stammered as his eyes grew wider yet with shock and helplessness.

“Isn’t it a bit dark outside to look at flowers?” Elya mumbled, rubbing her eyes, and knelt to retrieve the booklets he’d seemingly completely forgotten in his alarm. “Why don’t you come in? I’m eager to see your renditions and hear your explanations first.”

Elya remembered the ocean of colours and shapes they’d crossed on their way here only too well, and—while her academic mind was ever ready to discover and inspect new plants—most of her sleepy, heavy body yearned for rest and comfort still.

“Lady Elya,” Ori said carefully. “Are you quite well?” His eyes went to the brightly burning fire in the hearth. “Are you too warm maybe?”

Confused, Elya asseverated that she felt perfectly fine.

Suddenly, Bilbo’s warnings came to her mind, and her face mellowed. “Is it improper for you to be alone with me in my chambers?” she asked kindly.

“Not as such,” Ori replied cautiously. “Nevertheless, I must confess that your present attire strikes me as unusual.”

At last, Elya looked down and found that, in her haste, she’d rushed to the door in her underwear.

After weeks on the move with Bilbo, she’d apparently lost the virtuous habit of never appearing undressed in front of another, and she now regretted that lapse in moral behaviour bitterly.

“I’m sorry—I didn’t think,” she exclaimed hastily, throwing the notebooks on a nearby table and diving to the chair on which hung her hastily discarded clothes. “Surely, you must have seen other women undressed, though.”

She didn’t know why she’d said that, but the choked noise escaping him sounded distinctly unpromising.

“Indeed, I have not,” Ori declared stiffly.

Elya, who’d imagined recluse island-dwellers to wear plaited-grass skirts and seashell necklaces, grimaced as she recalled the layers of sturdy leather and thick wool in which the dwarves were clad.

“Are your people beholden to some religious virginity cult?” she inquired, unable to quell her natural curiosity.

When she turned around, Ori stared at her, mouth agape and eyes bulging.

“I do not believe so. Dwarven ladies are rare and precious, and—as a mere scribe—I’ve not had the honour to secure a wife.”

Keeping her face professionally blank, Elya pondered in secret whether she’d considered the necessity of having a spouse to enjoy carnal pleasures an example of an archaic virginity cult or not.

Despite knowing that she could not publish a single word about this lovely creature, she couldn’t help contemplating, labelling, and categorising every new bit of information he let slip.

Suddenly, his undoubtedly excellent drawings were no longer quite as interesting and alluring.

“So you’ve never seen a woman in her undergarments?” she asked breathlessly.

“Is that what those were? I am inconsolable—I should not have intruded. Forgive me!”

Elya waved away his frantic apologies.

“No,” he then admitted. “I have not.”

“It is I who must be sorry to have offended your sensibilities,” she then said dejectedly. She’d had lovers, but even the men whom she’d welcomed into her bed and body had never pretended that she was a great beauty or the kind of woman with which they’d want to spend more time.

“Not at all,” Ori expostulated. “I—It was very pleasant even if wrong.”

“How was it wrong?” Elya probed mercilessly. Age-old insecurities and barely healed wounds pulsated within her sheltered heart, and she could not forego this opportunity to hurt herself by dragging cruel words out of one who’d been nothing but kind to her.

“You are so delicate,” he sighed. “We have a flower like that on the south side of the gardens. I shall call it “Elya’s flower” from now on.”

When she didn’t react, he finally fully entered the room and flipped through the pages of his notebooks to find the blossom he’d been talking about.

“It took a month to do the sketches,” he explained under his breath. “At the merest disturbance, the petals close.”

“I won’t wither and die because someone looks at me—I might not be as sturdy as your people, but I am far from fragile,” Elya declared confidently.

Acting on impulse alone, she grabbed his wrists and pulled him closer until she could feel the edge of his book digging into her ribs, right beneath her chest.

“Are you allowed to touch the flowers?”

“Oh no!” Ori exclaimed, struggling weakly against her grip.

Elya knew that—had he wanted to do so—he could easily have torn her arms from their sockets, so she was thankful for his valiant but purposefully ineffective attempt at shaking her off.

“See? I’m nothing like that bud of yours,” she grinned. “For—as far as I’m concerned—you’re not only allowed but very welcome to lay your hands on me.”

Somewhere within the depths of her mind, she remembered Bilbo’s warnings, but—in the face of such tremulous, blushing beauty—she couldn’t resist the temptation to see this experiment through.

Despite having only had the time to throw on a light camisole, Elya felt her body heat up unbearably under the wavering but unmistakeably intrigued gaze caressing the bare skin of her legs in broad, irregular strokes.

“I…couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. You’re a guest in these halls—I mustn’t do anything to discomfort you,” Ori muttered feverishly. “Oh, but you’re so beautiful and—”

“So, you are saying that the King would not make a move on Bilbo? Gosh, the old boy will be sorely disappointed by that,” Elya grinned, holding Ori’s starry gaze with almost cruel determination until he let his eyes drop to his fidgeting hands in defeat.

“I—Of course, I cannot speak for the King,” the “mere scribe” then explained cautiously.

Amused, Elya noted that—upon defending his honour from her open desire—he’d spoken fast and fluidly, but now, his speech had promptly reverted to the halting and overly formal pattern behind which he tried to hide his true feelings.

“You are a living creature—you’ve been conceived, carried, and born, right?” Elya asked, fully ready to accept a negative answer to her shockingly callous question.

“Evidently. It’s not…It’s not a lack of inclination—believe you me—but the fear of making you unhappy or drawing the displeasure of your minder,” Ori tried to explain, wringing his beautiful, pale hands nervously.

“Bilbo?” she guffawed. “He’s my superior and my friend. He’s afraid I’ll end up on a spike, nothing more!”

Leaning forward a little, Elya lit up at his sharp intake of breath as she let one finger ghost along his pale, freckled cheek tentatively.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t be overly aggrieved by purely scientific endeavours,” she grinned cheekily. “Besides botany and zoology, we take a vivid interest in anatomy, you know?”

Slowly, Ori seemed to get wise to her antics—his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he took her hand and held it cradled in his own carefully.

“I suspect that—in broad strokes—we’d be much the same as you,” he husked, aware of the peril in which he’d inadvertently found himself and yet unable to escape the ever-tightening bonds of the trap she was laying out so brazenly. “Two arms, two legs…”

“I was informed that you’d never left this island,” Elya retorted with a note of wickedly gleeful triumph in her voice. “How would you know? No, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather convince myself with my own two eyes. And, as you’ve seen me undressed, I think it would only be fair if you’d allow me to satiate my intellectual curiosity.”

Astonishingly dark, dense lashes flattered against heated cheeks for a moment, but then Ori nodded.

“I can’t discern any other reason why a pretty lady like you would ask for such boon other than scholastic inquisitiveness, and both Thorin and Balin did encourage me to do whatever it takes to make you happy…”

He didn’t look entirely convinced yet, but he set down his hefty notebook calmly and stood to discard layer after layer of knitwear and leather until he wore nothing but a pair of long underpants.

Elya stared—she knew that she was being unforgivably rude, but she’d never seen anyone who looked so irrefutably solid and yet so ephemeral at the same time. White as fresh-fallen snow and dusted with the finest flecks of gold she’d ever beheld, Ori exceeded even the most exotic of blossoms and the wildest of beasts in his understated pulchritude.

“As you can see,” the object of her spellbound study mumbled, “there’s not much to gawk at.”

“You’re mistaken,” she groaned and sprang to her feet to pad around his motionless form, overcome with a bare, ruthless hunger that might have put even the elusive creatures Bilbo went to witness to shame.

She wanted to touch him, but she knew better than to startle a strange, potentially dangerous lifeform inadvertently.

His shoulder blades, drawn together defensively, reminded her of vestigial wings, and her mouth watered with greed—at once, her mind was filled with visions of all the deliciously depraved things she could do to a body like that.

“Wait—Did you insinuate that Master Bilbo wants the King to…do impolite things to him?” Ori suddenly exclaimed, the colour pulsating in his cheeks darkening alarmingly. “Are you in the habit of acting in such a manner on your research excursions?”

“No,” Elya admitted haltingly as she breathed in his alluring smell shamelessly. “We didn’t expect to find sentient life on this island—all of this is new and exciting for everyone, I dare say. Do you find this exciting?”

“It’s…nerve-wracking,” he admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle that travelled down her spine like lightning. “What would you have of me, dearest Elya? I’m sure I’d be willing to do almost anything you’d ask. I’m no stranger to the thirst for knowledge, and I’d help you any way I can if you’d just ask.”

Thus invited, Elya slipped. She fell into him as one tumbled into a hidden ravine—almost against her will and despite her better knowledge, she pressed her lips against the soft skin at the base of his throat and moaned softly.

“As all I’ll be allowed to take away from this place are memories,” she whispered against his fragrant, firm flesh. “I’d ask you to help me some I shall never forget.”

Before she could draw back, horrified by her own indiscretion, his strong hand had cupped her face and tilted it up to receive a coy, strangely ceremonial kiss that felt as if it sealed a bargain she’d not consciously or explicitly agreed to.

Having discarded most of their garments beforehand turned out to be a blessing for no mere fabric could have withstood the firestorm of long-denied and not entirely appropriate passion that consumed them.

Bilbo, the King, and their respective expectations and visions of decorum faded from thought as those demure mouths—hitherto devoted to the dispassionate recital of facts and thoughts—sought one another clumsily.

“The walls are thick,” Ori confessed breathlessly. “Nobody will hear…”

If he’d thought this to be a warning to dissuade Elya from her wanton behaviour, he’d fatally misjudged her, though, for she threw back her head and let loose a vibrating moan that bound him tighter than many a rope could have.

“Good,” she grinned, pressing one last tender kiss onto the twitching corner of his mouth before devouring him whole.

When she awoke, days and nights having lost all meaning in this weird world, Elya found herself tangled up in warm, solid limbs that made her think of the impervious stone halls in which she’d found pleasure unlike any other.

Thoughts of blossoms and beasts swept through her mind like ghosts.

Surely, she thought hazily, Bilbo and she would have to extend their stay for purely scholarly reasons that had—they’d swear on all that was sacred to them—nothing to do with the indescribable dwarves they’d met at the world’s end.

Ori lifted his head drowsily, his hand sliding up her bare thigh as if to reassure himself that she’d not dissolved into thin air.

“Interesting findings,” Elya hummed, trying to dissimulate the contradicting, upsetting feeling rising within her by taking refuge in humour. “Let’s see if we can recreate the results.”

“Double-checking seems expedient, indeed,” he smiled, tilting up his sweet face to receive the first teasing kisses that would lead to his inevitable doom. He had to tell her, he knew, he just didn’t know how to confess that, if she ever left, Elya would take away the better part of his heart.

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officialrickshades · 2 years ago

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i love him so you are going to look at old doodles i have of him.

#wizard.png #epithet erased oc #ocs #my ocs #ori o. wolfe #dont wanna put this in the main ee tag #cause its just me having brainrot #Garden of Eden #GoE

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educationaldm · 1 year ago

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Here's an amazing Botanist's Orangerie Map from Ori The Cartographer.

What weird and wonderful #flora grow here?

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#Botanist's Orangerie #Map #Battlemap #Ori The Cartographer #Flora #Plants #Garden #Labratory #Biologist #DnD #D&D #Dungeons and Dragons #TTRPG #Tabletop #RPG #Roleplaying Game #Fantasy

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master-muffinn · 3 months ago

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Lotr/the hobbit x druid!reader pt2

Ori x reader, Thorin x reader, Elrond x reader

Here is the >> part 1 << thank you so much for +500 likes/reblogs for that one! I hope you like this one too! ^^

Ori

🧸 You're the most beautiful being he has ever laid eyes on. At the start he would be too shy to approach you. So he will ask his friends about love and relationships, but also what they know about druids, which isn't so easy since druids aren’t common at all (at least in my fanfictions).

🧸 Ori LOVES your animal forms, specially the ones with fur and he will ask you as nicely as he can master, if he can pet you in any of it's form.

“Excuse me y/n, if you ever would have the time to transform into any animal, would it be alright if i could pet you? Of course only if you would be fine with it and if it wouldn't make you uncomfortable?”

🧸 If you came with them on their journey to take back Erebor, Ori will tell you awkwardly and a bit shyly, that he doesn't mind holding you if you ever get tired of flying/walking.

🧸 He is going to try so hard for you! You are so strong, dependable and just so amazing to him. Ori is really looking up to you and he wants you to feel like you can depend on him too! He wants to protect you too, even if he isn't so strong, but he will train extra hard for you! You probably have to tell him once in a while that he is good enough or he will think he is unworthy of you.

Thorin

💎 Doesn't believe Gandalf when he tells him that a druid will be supporting them in their journey.

“Nobody I know has ever met a druid and hearing about them isn't often. I bet they are nothing but a myth”.

💎 When Thorin meets you he still doesn't believe you're a druid. Just probably an odd wizard/witch that is playing tricks on him. Until you transform…holy shit! Can wizards/witches do that?? He looks at Gandalf only to see him smirking.

💎 It isn't your animal forms or element abilities that interest him, but the way you transform. The way your body bends and takes shapes after whatever you are supposed to transform to. The moment you change, the moment he has his eyes on you. It may be weird for you or him, but Thorin can't help it! It's so fascinating and it's like he is trying to figure out how you are doing it, but always fails.

💎 Thorin has probably been looking at you a little too much during battles because the way you fight with your abilities makes you look so gorgeous. Which could leave him getting seriously injured if his teammates didn't watch his back.

“Y/n stop distracting Thorin! Or he loses his focus and dies before making it to Erebor!”

“What!? I didn't do anything?!”

Thorin: “S-shut up!”

Elrond

🍁 He knows the moment he sees you, that you're a druid.

“It was a long time ago I met a druid. I’m glad to see there's still some more out there”.

🍁 Elrond will invite you over for dinner and have them serve you the best they can make. And he’ll offer you a place to stay for a few days if you're not in a hurry somewhere else.

🍁 Elrond love's to watch you using your ‘magic’ on flowers and plants. He loves to watch how you move your hands so gracefully and shape the plants the way you want it. It's so stunning every time!

🍁 The first time you showed him your powers. You'd asked Elrond about the beautiful flowers in his garden and if you could take some seeds with you. Elrond of course accepted and was about to go and get you the seeds but he stopped in his tracks and watched you move your hands around one of the flowers and give it enough energy to have it grow the seeds you needed. Elrond stood there speechless. That was something he’d never witnessed before and it was so magnificent.

“Would you like to have some other flower seeds as well?”

Thank you for reading! Have a good day! ❤ Reblogs are very appreciated 🥰

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brainrotbabe24 · 4 months ago

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Ways Thorin’s company will remember you while they are on an adventure!

Balin: In the art books, it said Balin has a lectern he would write on while traveling. So in keeping with that idea, I would say his quill pens would remind him of you. I imagine he has a busy life and tends to forget about the little things. So when he is on a journey, he will curse himself for forgetting quill pens. But lo and behold in his bag would be a new set. He would chuckle to himself knowing that you always looked out for him.

Dwalin: Dwalin seems like the type of guy who would get a tattoo for you. Not your face or a heart saying “I love y/n” but something small and sentimental. For example, if you were into gardening or the outdoors, he would have a tree sapling on his leg. If you were into baking, he would have a bread knife on his forearm. If you were a singer, he would get lyrics across his chest. Each night he would take some time to look at the tattoo, and images of you would flutter in his mind.

Óin: You know his skills of healing are important on any adventure. So in the months leading up to it, you see him gathering herbs and other medicinal supplies to bring. To help him out, you would’ve bought a pouch to hold his supplies in. Oin loves it and regularly puts his most precious herbs in there. He doesn’t let anyone touch it and makes sure it’s secure to his body at all times. Oin loves feeling the material and will unconsciously run his fingers over it when thinking about you.

Glóin: Isn’t it obvious he will have a picture of you in his pocket lol. He can’t stand not seeing your lovely face while on the road and basically demanded a portrait of you made. He made sure on the day of the portrait he adorned you with the most beautiful jewelry, beads, and braids. You loved it! So when he looks at the picture, he sees all his work/love was being worn proudly by you. He likes having your face be the last thing he sees at night and the first thing he sees in the morning.

Bifur: Such a sweetie! He would’ve kept a wooden toy you tried to carve… and failed at. Back before he left, you would’ve tried making a toy. You had seen him do it a hundred times, so you didn’t think it would be that hard. A little surprise for him would be perfect. Welp, you messed it up and got so frustrated you threw it out. He found it of course and kept it. He carries it everywhere and takes it out when there is free time. He would never tell you he kept it, knowing you would be embarrassed but loves you for trying his craft. He is beyond proud!

Bofur: Bofur knows you long for adventure and would feel bad when he couldn’t take you on trips. So to help you “see” the world, he makes sure to learn a song from the area. You guys have a tradition: he leaves, learns a song, comes home, and sings to you. I imagine when he is out in the wild he will keep the song stuck in his head thinking of your reaction to it.

Bombur: Oh, you spoil him!!! Once you heard he was going on a journey, you would instantly go out and buy him new cooking utensils. He would cherish it, though. He would delicately bring them out every evening and refuse to let anyone else touch them. He would clean the utensils until he could see his reflection thinking of you all the while!

Ori: Before he leaves on a journey, He will set up a knitting date with you. You will both make each other socks, a hat, a scarf—whatever comes to mind! Before you give each other the gift, you make sure that your initials are sewn into them. In times when he is uncertain of his journey, he will look to your initials and think of you.

Dori: I would imagine since he prides himself on appearance he would have jewelry, and one ring (lol) would stick out to him. You can find him fidgeting with it and even staring at it for long times. It was your present to him, and even if he is covered in mud and his appearance is less than perfect, he will make sure to clean his hand/that finger with the ring first.

Nori: He stole something of yours, but you have to guess. It’s less about the object and more of the joke/tradition that reminds him of you. He will look at whatever trinket he stole and think about you looking all over the house for it. He will chuckle at the thought and will smile, knowing that once he returns and shows you the missing object, you both will giggle.

Thorin: In the book, Thorin had a harp. I feel the rough and tumble adventure would occasionally get the strings to snap. So when he sees a neat bundle of wire in his bag, he would be thinking of you. His face would get red and a small smile would appear on his face. He loves knowing you think of him! I guarantee when he gets home he will play the harp for you, as a thank you.

Fíli: While I want to say a knife... because it fits him perfectly. I would have to say pipe weed. Fili would be the type to enjoy a smoke while by the fire, and since his trips are always long and filled with danger, he savors the nights he can relax. He would sit back, relax, watch the fire, and “inhale you." The pipe weed would remind him of you, the smell bringing back memories of your hands, hair—anything really. And if he was able to share this precious weed with everyone, he would thank you secretly for helping everyone relax.

Kíli: Kili seems like the type of dwarf that brushes his hair. It’s less in braids, so it probably gets knotted up more. So having a small comb/brush gifted by you to help detangle after a long day is exactly what he needs. Kili uses it so much and will ask Fili to help brush his hair. He will then close his eyes and imagine you are brushing his hair…His dream would be interrupted, of course, by Fili saying, “Brother, please tell me why you have mud in your hair…”lol

Bilbo: He will keep a book! Maybe one of your favorites that you wrote your notes in. He loves looking over your scribbles, ideas, and thoughts you wrote in the margins! His favorite lines are ones he isn’t supposed to know. For example, he once found a note saying, "Bilbo’s birthday surprise will be on Tuesday. Get Cake!” He would blush and think about how much he loves you.

Gandalf: He was a tough one to think about....Out of everyone, I feel like he will be gone the most. So, he would love it if you helped him sew up any holes in his outfit. When he is out in the world the stitching will remind him of you and how much you care for him.

#thorin oakenshield #thorins company #fili durin #fili and kili #kili #oin #gloin #balin #dwalin #ori #dori #nori #bifur #bofur #bombur #bilbo baggins #gandalf #the hobbit

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shirefantasies · 9 months ago

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Things You Do Together- Thorin's Company

You love reading stories, as does Balin; thus, you often take turns each night reciting old wonders to each other, perhaps even the folk tales of your own culture. Sometimes he reaches over and turns the page for you as you get lost in the tale, imagining yourself in the characters' shoes or pondering the outcome of an unfamiliar suspenseful story.

Dwalin has a deep-down love for anything domestic, thus his heart goes out to you when you invite him to bake together. He loves being the first to try whatever you make, the way it becomes second nature to move around each other in the kitchen, even doing the tasks which are your least favorite part to lighten your load! If you truly are in private, he will tell you that you are the greatest treat of it all.

Thorin takes an interest in your interest. You’ve been whittling for some time, but one day you catch the king peeking over your shoulder and, giggling, invite him to join you. His carvings, though not expert, depict far more regal subjects than the simple sights of nature you attempt to capture, but both his traditional dwarven effigy and your merry robin sit atop the same shelf together at completion.

Gardening is something Oin joins you in once you get settled, whether it’s potting plants within the great mountain itself or finding a patch outside of Dale. Such is a perfect activity for him to start an herb garden and help you keep up tending the soil. He knows a slew of tricks to keep it healthy and makes even tasks like weeding more enjoyable with his company.

Gloin teaches you every tavern game in the book and all the ways they try to throw them, too. So proud is he as you start out-gaming even the older members of the company, remembering all the tells Gloin spilled to you and imitated, making you laugh nonstop! You always tell him that no matter what, though, he is your favorite to play with, teasingly supposing he just throws the dice the best.

Bifur teaches you how to polish stones, even cut them yourself. The process is quite difficult at first, but seeing the way your eyes lit up at your craft was worth it. You keep a box to house most of your stone collection, but a few of the cut ones that turned out well seem to go missing until Bifur surprises you with jewelry made from them!

A lover of music, Bofur is over the moon teaching you how to play his flute or otherwise learning a new instrument with you! You get a laugh at how the sour notes of learning sound and even play wrong on purpose just for the joke. Progress makes him proud, though, and he always says you two could be in a band in no time!

Bombur loves building things for the children, the sight never failing to bring a smile to your face. You join him in repair of their roundabout, a bit awed at the confidence with which the quiet dwarf works. Once the children arrive and he lights up, you smile and rest a loving hand upon his shoulder- you can see exactly from where he derives his strength and focus.

Dori learns to crochet with you, having seen his brother do something similar. But with you, you make little dolls, trinkets that remind him of his toymaker friends. More than that, though, he adores more intricate patterns. They may be more difficult, but all the more beautiful if he can actually manage them! Gushes over your work even if he thinks his isn’t good.

Typically Nori hides the fact that his eldest brother forced him to learn to sew, planning to take that fact to his grave, but one day the gears turn within his mind. He could make you something rather fetching, after all. Suddenly you become his real-life model as he chooses the cut and color he’s always wanted to see you in, barely able to keep his hands off you during the pinning.

Ori would love learning languages with you, whether they are native tongues to you or you pair learning together, creating a bond and a secret way to talk just the two of you. He especially loves learning a new character system to write in, it's like a code! Soon you two are always passing messages back and forth, chatting about anything you want unabashedly, and giggling to each other.

If you delight in dancing, Fili adores learning every move with you, hands taking yours or sliding over your hips with a teasing wiggle of his eyebrows. His blue eyes will be locked on yours with every move, even if the steps require you to separate his gaze will search for you again.

Kili is fascinated by your writing. The fact that tales spring into your mind upon the hearing of a song or even endurance of pain amazes him beyond all else. Sometimes he puts a hand on either side of your head and says he wants to absorb your thoughts with a teasing smile. Kili has endless questions, though, about your stories, truly your biggest fan and supporter hanging on the edge of your every word.

Reading maps. Bilbo has countless in his study, old and new, that he likes to pore over and scour for new details. You join him out of natural curiosity one day, but as his hands pass over the delicately drawn features you find yourself falling in love. Well, and with the maps, too. It is amazing to think how far you both have traveled in your days when you see the whole world lain before you.

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conkers-thecosy · 1 year ago

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To Our Bilbo Baggins...

Here's to our Bilbo Baggins, no matter what guise he wears. To our book Bilbo, our film Bilbo, our Lego Bilbo, our Rankin & Bass Bilbo. To our fandom Bilbo, and all the hats we give him to wear. To our confident Bilbo, to our anxious Bilbo, to our clever Bilbo, to our foolishly brave Bilbo. To our feral Bilbo, to our calm Bilbo, to our grumpy Bilbo, to our determined Bilbo, our sweet Bilbo, our always a little queer Bilbo. Master Baggins. Mister Bilbo. Professor Baggins. William Robert Baggins. Billy-Bob. Bella. Bilba. Bilbo.

Here's to the Consort Under The Mountain, who finds his happiness with his found-family in Erebor. Who hits his stride amongst dwarrow, and slots into place as an ambassador between the three surrounding kingdoms. Who takes tea with Princess Dis every Mersday at 4pm sharp, who trains with Dwalin, and learns to speak Khuzdul with Ori. Who works and sleeps beside his husband, supporting and driving King Thorin onwards to meet all of his goals and dreams for his people. Their people, together, united, content, and in love.

Here's to the confirmed bachelor that lives at Bag End, who returns from adventure, tired and heart-sore, and finds comfort in the sunshine of the Shire. Who works in his garden, grows his tomatoes, and sits outside the big green door with his pipe. Who writes songs and poems, who translates epic tales, and dedicates years of his peaceful life to spinning one of his own. Who takes in his distant cousin, who calls him Nephew, and shares a birthday with him each year, then leaves him to begin his own tales of adventure with a precious golden trinket he picked up many years before.

Here's to the Hobbit who falls somewhere in the middle. Who leaves the Lonely Mountain and returns to his books and his armchair, who plants his seeds and watches them grow, all with the company of another. A dwarf who might have been king, but for one reason or another, has decided instead to spend his days beside the company burglar, both of them in their idyllic reshirement. Sometimes they have a child of their own, sometimes they adopt the self-same distant cousin who calls them both Uncle, and sometimes it's just the two of them, but they are always together, and always at peace, at last.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins, who is forever changing in our hands, but who, at his core, will always be courageous, always be impulsive, and always do the right thing, no matter what it may cost him. Who will always be kind, always love a good joke, and always take pleasure in good food and song.

Here's to Bilbo Baggins.

#Happy birthday Bilbo Baggins (:#(I know I'm early but... if I don't post this now I'll chicken out and delete it haha)#this concept is one I've seen used around several fandoms and I just really wanted to write one for Bilbo because he's my favourite <3 #Apologies if anyone else has already done this!#bilbo baggins #blorbo baggins #the hobbit #bilbo #frodo baggins #thorin oakenshield #bagginshield #hobbit day #conkers-theficwriter #conkers corner

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giggly-argent · 8 months ago

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Late Lunch

lmao this Technically isn't finished but I gave up at the end so! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (loosely based it off tht one pic of Ori that I'll put below the cut ♡)

Word Count: 3184

The employee lounges in Aster's castle were just as decorated as the rest of the palace, with the spaces for the highest ranking officials being the most lavish. Massive windows overlook the well-manicured courtyard garden, bathing the room in soft, golden light. Rich tapestries line the walls, adorned with intricate designs and vibrant colors. The centerpiece of the room is a massive oak coffee table, surrounded by plush sofas and armchairs, perfect for weary officials after a hard day's work. This particular break room was reserved for the (mostly) admirable young captains of the West Wing, but two far less admirable freeloaders had found themselves lounging there instead.

Orion was sprawled out on one of the plush couches, his ruby eyes half-lidded as he watched his fellow nuisance Homare make his ninth or tenth dizzying lap around the room. The silent demon seemed to be in a daze, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his black jeans and his head tilted up at the ceiling. As nice as it was to not have the younger menace causing a fuss, his atypical dawdling was starting to bother Ori.

“Dude, what're you on? You're looking like a fuckin’ zombie.” Orion snickers aloud, finally pulling Homare from his listless trance. He stops in his tracks and pulls his right hand from his pocket, cupping it to make a simple gesture down his chest: he was hungry.

The ever smug rockstar just waves towards the door, earning a blank stare from his restless friend. "Uh, you know the biggest food court in the kingdom is right out there," he snorts, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "And it's all you can eat, unless you're expecting me to pay for ya'!”

Internally, Homare's thoughts were racing. “This dumbass knows that's not what I mean, right? Or maybe I never told him... no he HAS to know already, it's obvious-” His face scrunches up in frustration as he tries to think of a way to convey his intentions.

"...Well, if money's really that tight, I don't mind covering this time, eheh..." Orion's playful smirk grew more tense as he switched his tone. While Homare was lost in thought, his piercing emerald stare was practically boring through Orion's head. Homare snapped from his trance again, shaking his head and slouching over in exaggerated defeat.

"I-N-C-U-B-U-S," his fingers spelled out, his antsy gaze now aimed at the floor to avoid eye contact. He idly rocks on his heels, almost as if he were embarrassed by his predicament. "I need to feed." He signs feebly, and Ori could hear a quiet, unintelligible grumble from under the man's cloth mask.

"Oooh wait, I get it!" Homare rolls his eyes as the lightbulb goes off above Orion's head.

"Shit, I got a roommate just like you. We help him out all the time- his dumbass always forgets to feed when we're out touring-" The star rambles on, tugging at the collar of his jacket and brushing his hair back to reveal a few telling hickeys around his neck and shoulders.

Homare's pale face goes beet red and he straightens up fast. Why did those marks look so… fresh? Before he could let his mind get carried away for a third time, the exasperated demon tried clear the air as fast as possible. “Not that way!" Now both of hands were out, and more irritable murmurs accompanied his dramatic signing.

Orion tilted his head and stood up from the couch, strolling right over to the blushing man. "Riiiiight... So how do you do it then?" With his hands on his hips, the taller demon's casually flirty look only twisted Homare's thoughts even more.

Homare blinks up at him, appearing starstruck for a moment before his lips curl into a faint smile under his mask. The oddball doesn't give a clear response yet. He quietly snickers to himself, only leaving Orion more curious than before.

"C'mon, spit it out~" Orion lets out a playful whine, nudging the incubus with his elbow. "You're killin' me here, dude!" Much to his annoyance, Homare just crosses his arms and gives a nonchalant shrug, playing more coy than usual.

"Hah, don't lie to me, you bra-HAHT!!" All at once, every last drop of smugness vanished Orion's voice once he felt something soft brush against the shell of his ear. He frantically scans the room, not noticing a faint purple glow from Homare's hands. Two glittering, enchanted purple feathers soon revealed themselves from behind Ori's wild mane before fluttering over his pointed ears.

"B-Broho, the fuck are you doing?!" The startled man sputters, snatching one of the plumes out of the air while clumsily stumbling back to dodge the other. "That... Doesn't work on me!”

"Not ticklish?" Orion didn't expect to shiver just from seeing the word signed out, and that hungry, almost predatory look on Homare's face wasn't doing him any favors either. Nevertheless, he tried to keep cool, hoping he could shake the troublemaker off before he learned too much.

"Neh-Nuh uh, it just, uh... It felt weird!" Foolishly, Orion thought he could laugh it off for the time being, until a gentle push to his chest pressed him back against the wall. That little weirdo really had him cornered… But that aura of yearning in his often unreadable eyes made the rockstar's heart pound in his chest.

"We'll do it your way, then." Homare briefly leaned back just to let Orion see him signing. He then slowly tugged at the other's jacket, but he barely had a chance to feel it before Ori eagerly ripped it off himself. His own hands wrapped around Homare's hips and yanked him closer, erasing the gap between the two.

"Aww! Look at you, tryna be all dominant-" Ori chuckles, his goofy, boyish charm still slipping through his seductive front. Homare only hummed and tilted his head, too close to sign a response. Instead, he did the next best thing.

Slender gloved hands trailed down Ori's arms, only stopping to graze the bare skin of his waist. Even through his hunger, Homare was still one step ahead of his target, distracting him with the unfamiliar, yet extremely welcomed advances all while he worked his other magic more subtly.

Ori's racing heart nearly leapt from his body when his wrists were grasped tight, and it didn't take long for him to spot the familiar purple magic forcing his arms up behind his head. Before he could protest, the taller punk's toned waist was stretched taut, leaving him vulnerable in front of the famished incubus. He knew he was seeing traces of a grin under that dark mask now…

“H-Hold on!" Ori's eyes widened when Homare turned away from him. He ignored the man’s preemptive begging, summoning a small portal to sift through his storage. "I was just jokin', babes! Doesn't matter who tops, I'm not that pick- what the fuck are those-"

When he spun back around, Homare was holding several wooden sticks in one hand, and he waved the portal shut with the other. The tools almost looked like ear picks, but the size and sturdiness of the plumes at the end let him know they weren't meant for an average grooming.

Homare didn't grace him with a spoken or signed answer, deciding to give him a more hands on introduction instead. Holding the other four tools in one hand, he traced the feathery tip of the last one over Orion's bare stomach. If the punk wasn't actually ticklish like he claimed to be, he might've noticed Homare was just signing his own name. Instead, his eyes were squeezed shut, fangs clamping down on his lip to hold his giggles in.

"Shihit-!" Ori pressed against the wall, trying not to squirm too much that would give away his ticklishness after all. The round plumes looked pillowy soft, but held just enough firmness to make him jolt and whimper with every stroke.

Homare, being a jerk as usual, stealthily conjured up a small magic hand by his captive's side: those purple fingers then briefly drilled near Ori's back where it met the wall. The punk nearly screamed in surprise and arched his back, giving Homare the opportunity to press the fluffy tool right into his navel and give it a spin.

"GAHAH-?! Oh fffuhuhck you!" It all happened so fast; Orion couldn't stop the quick bark of laughter that forced its way out. He tried to glare at the bratty incubus, but that stupidly cute, cocky look in his eye made Ori give up instantly- or maybe it was that twirling tool in his navel. "D-Don't look at me like thaHAHAT!!"

As if he hadn't had enough surprises, he felt another plume dancing along his skin. The spare magic hand kept the other three tools nearby, while Homare dragged two of them over Ori's waistline. More strained snickers slipped from the punk's lips, just feeding into Homare's urges even more.

How did these stupid things tickle so bad? Even Homare was surprised by how effective they were. His regular victims usually required a lot more effort to crack, but Orion, as tough as he pretended to be, seemed to crumble at the softest touches. With a longing sigh, Homare slowly started to drag the plumes upwards, drawing more panicked prattling from the bound man.

"Nnonohoho don't you fucking dahahare- Ahaha wahahAIIT!!" The incubus paused surprisigly enough, holding the tools right below Orion's underarms.

He'd noticed Ori reaching a new level of struggling once he got a liiiitle too close to his armpits- definitely a weak spot. As much as he would've loved to keep slowly teasing the punk over and over, gradually breaking him down with those soft, calculated strokes… He'd have to save that for a day when he didn't feel like he was withering away from hunger.

Orion felt a wave of relief wash over him when Homare stepped back, tossing the two sticks in the air, but that feeling was painfully short-lived. The hand holding the remaining tools split into three separate wisps of magic at the dull snap of Homare's fingers, and two similar wisps caught the others that he tossed. Now all five of the fluffy plumes were poised directly over Ori's bare body, just waiting on the cue to strike.

"Ahh..." Homare noticed his captive breaking a sweat, and clasped his hands together. That nervousness was so cute- it always made his meals more flavorful! On the other end, Orion managed to break his focus from the (non)threatening picks hovering around him, putting on a wide, antsy grin. "Homareeee… Are you trying to kill me?"

Homare shook his head at the pretty-boy's whining, which drew the next question from him. "Are... you mad at me?" Yet another nonverbal ‘no’, and the oblivious man took that as a sign to relax. "...So that means you'll let me go now, right?"

The third answer sent a shiver down Orion's spine. Maybe it was his anxiety over getting the living hell tickled out of him, but he could've sworn he heard Homare actually whisper "no" that time. Before he had the chance to throw out another distraction, all five plumes made their move.

The first began at his waist, drawing a large circle around his stomach that grew smaller with each loop, just threatening to dive right back into his navel. Two more flew up to his pointed ears to mimic the annoying feathers from earlier, but this time there was nothing he could do to slap them away.

The last two dove straight into Ori's taut underarms, dragging up and down in an erratic pattern to keep him on his toes. Some strokes were long and slow, dragging up his arms and down to his chest. The others were faster and never strayed too far from his pits.

Poor Orion was beside himself with laughter. He couldn't even try to hold back the shriek that ripped from his lips as soon as the tools touched down.

"NOHOHOHOHOO!! " The sudden ticklish onslaught broke his nerves immediately, and his initial fit of thrashing against his bonds melted into useless tugging and worming around. After just a few more seconds of reckless squirming, the sensitive punk slumped against the wall, tossing his head back and letting his cackling flow free.

"YOHOHOU'RE THE WOHOHOHOOORST!!" he whined at his captor, who was practically drinking up the panicked, helpless laughter. He couldn't hear Homare's amused giggle in response, but he could tell the sadistic brat was too pleased with himself seeing how the tickling just didn't seem to stop.

But Homare's mean streak didn't end there. Orion’s tickle-addled brain didn't process the sound of Homare snapping again, but he definitely felt the plumes moving faster than before.

The one at his stomach stopped circling around, dipping into his navel again and prodding around incessantly. At his underarms, the tools became more focused on drawing the loudest squeals from their pretty ticklish ‘toy’, twirling right over the smooth skin with a bit more pressure than before.

While he wasn't near the point of silent laughter (damned musical breath training), the pitifully sensitive rockstar couldn't get a single word out once the harsher tickling took over. His already uncontrollable giggling went up almost a full octave, and his body went rigid for a split second before slumping back down. He weakly shook his head, trying anything his instincts could work up to keep the fluffy tools away from his ears.

Homare gave it another minute or two, then slowed down the tickling with another soft sigh of delight. Now that he had the chance, Orion took this opportunity to finally spit out his defeat.

"AHA-ALRIGHT!! It tihihickles!!" Homare's ears perked up, and he couldn't help but giggle in awe. He had only sped up the tickling just to satiate his hunger faster, but Ori's whiny concession was an added bonus.

"Huh?" Just to be a dick, the incubus stepped closer and cupped his ear, snapping at Orion to get his attention. Ori's eyes were blurry with tears, but he could still see the eccentric demon taunting him.

"Oh fuck yohohou- WAITWAHAHIT!!" He only had a moment to regret his poor choice of words: it almost looked like Ori would break free with how hard he jerked under Homare’s fingertips. The incubus listlessly poked around his ribs, getting dangerously close to under joining those plumes at his underarms. "IT TICKLES, IT TIIHIHICKLES!!!”

After what felt like hours to the ticklish drama king, Homare pulled both his hands and all of the fluffy tools away, though they still hovered nearby in just case Ori was dumb enough to to spare any more sass.

Though it felt like he'd just started, Homare's energy had flooded back faster than he was used to. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but this quick, strong rejuvenation wasn't entirely foreign to him. He'd once had an encounter with a nymph queen whose mirthful squeals of laughter replenished his power almost too fast- Maybe Ori's own magic was on par with hers?

…No, not a chance. Now that it was on his mind, he could recall similar experiences nearly every time he (begrudgingly) had his precious, eager to please Inori help him feed as well, and he knew her magic was always on the weaker side. He tried to think of anything his best friend had in common with the punk in front of him or a powerful queen, but he just couldn't draw any parallels...

Ori was still pressed against the wall, breathlessly giggling long after the tickling had stopped. Once he blinked away his tears, he could see Homare having a stretch and getting lost in his own mind as usual. The sight of the tools lingering nearby kept him on edge, but he couldn't help but notice a stark change: the magic holding them seemed more vivid in color. "Huh..." Ori huffed softly, his teary eyes shifting from the tools to the seemingly energized troublemaker in front of him.

"What's up? You full already?" He piped up, startling Homare mid-stretch. The incubus furrowed his brows, noticing the familiar shit-eating grin that Orion had the nerve to bear. "Heheh, and here I was thinking you were starving! Can't believe you'd use me as a quick snack."

While Ori was just teasing the other man, he didn't know he was poking a sleeping… No, a freshly energized, very alert bear. Homare stared the punk down, his visible eye now just as vibrant as his magic. He didn't bother to snap this time, cutting out the theatrics in favor of dishing out his favorite punishment.

The bondage around Orion's arms suddenly shifted, and the taller demon dropped to his knees with a startled gasp. He thought his bonds were completely loosened, but the incubus had the rope catch his wrists on the way down, fully stretching his arms above his head. Taking full advantage of his captive's stunned state, Homare dropped down as well, seating himself straight onto Ori's lap.

“Hghn-!? What-???” Orion was already convinced he fit the bill of an ‘inexperienced, flustered idiot’ by now, but the moment he tried to save face one last time, he was immediately countered by Homare slowly tugging down his own mask. It felt like he could never get used to seeing the lower half of the younger demon's pretty face, but what really shook him was the impish, telltale smirk on his lips. Ori shivered, feeling Homare's gloved hands gingerly rubbing up and down his sides. It might've been relaxing if he didn't know what it was leading up to. "D-Damnit! Wait, can't you take a joke?? Ya’ don't really HAVE to keep going-"

"Yes, I do." A lovely, melodic, and oh-so unfamiliar whisper seemed to shatter any of Orion's objections- that, and the feeling of soft lips grazing his cheek afterward. Ori's mind went blank, save for one thought: the incubus known for being an unpredictable, dangerous threat was currently planting the most tender kisses along his jawline.

When it seemed like Homare's lips would finally meet Orion's, that teasing brat only gave him a quick peck instead of what he truly wanted. Homare leaned back and let out an airy laugh, one that Orion would've folded over without a drop of shame if he wasn't so riled up.

Homare didn't give him the chance to whine over it too much. Soon, the hands at Ori's waist dug in, squeezing at his hips without warning. Orion bucked and yelped, almost jerking himself up off the floor, but Homare kept him in his place, kneading that sweet spot with light, hellish precision.

"OH MY GOHOHOD I HATE YOU!!"

“I know…♡ " Homare kept his voice low, leaning in to carry on with the soft kisses, this time right along Ori's ear. The combined merciless squeezing and loving, tickly kissing was maddening. He so desperately wanted to break out of the ropes and give Homare a taste of his own medicine, but a part of him didn't seem to mind the position he was in…

#tickling #tickle fic #my ocs #//orion #//homare #wuughhhjgh i write like english is my 9th language but itll be alright ♡

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seneon · 8 months ago

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What do your moots remind you of?

wait wait anon-chan this gonna be a long ass list. all under the cut and a lot of yapping

@tojiluv ⌇ ory

the smell of office documents and coffee. you radiate a comforting vibe but at the same time you have like 7261616377271 works for complete so you escape to cafés.

@amourlyns ⌇ ven

sports cars speeding through the night. maybe it's the previous batman theme, but you really remind me of those soothing late night drives through cities.

@itonashi ⌇ shina

bone china mug and any type of tea. i can picture you sitting and drinking tea from the bone china mug and humming to yourself saying "mm yes yes... tea."

@syomi ⌇ syo

wine red stilettos and a jazz bar. you remind me of an elegant woman in an old jazz bar just fancying her night through with a drooling group of men who tries to get your attention.

@anqelically ⌇ angel

japanese cherry blossoms and spring mostly. you're like a pretty sakura. you LOOK like a pretty sakura. you are a pretty sakura. so cute right. ily angel ur really an angel 🩷

@yuquinzel / @luvmequmi ⌇ hana

flowers! definitely a white tulip or a camellia. you're so sweet and you treasure + honour your friends more than yourself. so, you deserve a flower or two occasionally as achievement.

@noomon ⌇ noo

raincoats and gumboots. noo you're like a soul that always goes out after the rain stops just to jump in puddles. or or, you'd go out in the rain just to dance in it.

@caelivir ⌇ kory

a stoic apothecary. idk you remind me of someone who'd be so obsessed with testing poisons and finding a cure/medicine to everything. all done in pure stoicism.

@saewako ⌇ winter

snowy trails and misty fogs. you highly remind me of a tired village girl escaping from home and now she walks through the snow and mist with sore, red feet. heha.

@milyz ⌇ mila

clouds and a farm. you're not working on the farm though. you're a visitor of the farm and you'd sit by the balcony of the inn just to stare into the clouds. bonus if you're drawing.

@hyoismbbg ⌇ vy

konapun toys. especially the popin' cookin' ones. or a japanese drugstore. you're definitely someone who likes to buy bags of stuff from cheap drugstores.

@httpshujii ⌇ ray

red lipstick and leather jackets. add in some knee-length boots and you'll rock the look. to put simply, you remind me of a sweet, kind, and cool rockstar girlfriend.

@okkalo ⌇ kalo

bubblegum and cotton candies! you actually remind me of very sugary treats that either melts in your mouth or will have an enjoyable time chewing.

@saelestia ⌇ rain

vivienne westwood's gunmetal orb heart lighter. fancy and classy, that's the vibe that you give off. i chose a lighter because there's also a fierce and fiery side of you.

@kyoghurts ⌇ kenji

i've said this before, and it's the smell of a bakery. like the scent of a very sweet dessert. red velvet cakes, soufflé, grape-flavoured cheese tarts.

@rninies ⌇ kylin

yves saint laurent's opyum sandles. no because honestly my first thought after like checking your blog out, it reminded me of those ysl heels. and honestly? you'd look good in it.

@iluvies / @luv-lies ⌇ luvie

white butterfly koi fishes. they're so majestic and beautiful and they honestly remind me of you, someone's who's so kind and beautiful like a butterfly koi. you're very gentle too!

@todorokies ⌇ knives

would it be funny if i said actual knives? okay maybe not... but daggers or swords. the ones which are freshly forged and ready for battle. you're like a honourable warrior. so kewl.

@omitea ⌇ sinnie

green tea and zen gardens. you remind me of a japanese girl who sits by the engawa (wood corridor) of an old japanese-style house's garden, relaxing with nature.

@wishmemel ⌇ safi

pearls. simply... pearls. because you're a really elegant person and all you remind me of is fancy and naturally expensive pearls. you're like a gem, an unobtainable one.

@noirflms ⌇ zen

laces and ruffle skirts. cute, coquette, soft. those are the elements that heavily reminds me of you. maybe even some strawberry shortcake and strawberry milk.

@kaiser1ns ⌇ kiki

love letters. those sweet, corny, and super romantic ones. oh and one of the letters which is from a secret admirer definitely talks about being crazy in love with you...

@rizzmin ⌇ armin

medieval knight's armour. i believe it's the whole knight theme you have but you're definitely a knight in your last live. and your name is majestic too like ?*!*!*?

@kurosaaki ⌇ jen

hunger games. specifically, a player in hunger games. i don't know, you just radiate survival / apocalyptic vibes in any media like the last of us and stuff.

@conan-hearts-u ⌇ conan

mint chocolate ice-cream. you're very very chill and nonchalant, and super cool just like ice-cream. the mint and chocolate is just a preference that you remind me of.

@jaysgirlx ⌇ kleo

penthouse barbecue parties. with all your home girls just chilling at the penthouse, cool music in the background and the sizzling of barbecued foods. yess i want barbecue now.

@white-poppie ⌇ gauri

soft rose lippies and heart-achingly beautiful poetry. you are the epitome of poetry. a muse, something i would write hours on end about. you're also the writer. it's both in one.

@seumyo ⌇ eumy

goldfishes. the moment i met you i already immediately thought about fishes, especially goldfishes. it's a bonus for me when you actually have a fish theme HAHA.

@angeliicheartt ⌇ elle

eyeliners and chokers. this is random but i really love the way you do your eyeliners. it's sososo pretty and you're so cool and grunge i fw you heavy. for the choker, uhh your emoness

@heartkaji ⌇ mars

the 2000s mcbling aesthetic. so unrelated to you but you give me heavy mcbling vibes. it's the striking hot pink and blinking queen stuff you have swirling all around you.

@bloodswrd ⌇ rosalyn

"i was all over her" by salvia path. yes, a song. you give me the vibe of a child lost in their dreams, wandering around a foggy forest looking for their way back home.

@sepptember ⌇ august

my english teacher. mb this is so weird but you radiate my eng teacher vibes HAHA. she's very nice and kind and so are you. she's also quite poetic! and really pretty 🙏

@metsukini ⌇ mimi

cinnamoroll. ueygshd i love cinnamoroll sm he's so cute just like you. y'all both are sososo adorable i wanna keep you in my pocket forever. wanna squeeze your cheeks all day too..

@lunatiqez / @poetlus ⌇ liv

ramen with naruto. the swirly thingy with pinky lines. and of course, miso ramen! or the noodle takeout that looks like this 🥡 you seem like a friend i'd go to an izakaya with (:

@rueclfer ⌇ rue

a crystal castles song. you give me the vibe of you dancing to a crystal castles song in your room then the next second you're on the ground, contemplating about life.

@sweetheartsaku ⌇ saku

i think you can kinda predict what i'm gonna say... fireworks and stars. i cannot watch a fireworks show or the stars the same anymore aft meeting u. it's a game changer, saku.

@raeson ⌇ claire

@luvlyycy ⌇ cy

bees flying around petals. you have a really sweet vibe and i imagine you as a flower petal and there's cute bees flying around you on a perfectly sunny day where the sun is peak.

@bbluefllame ⌇ eirene

a jovial black & white cat. you radiate kitty vibes. those two colours always bear the cutest kitties ever, and it screams eirene. yk, the typa kitty who has a insta account js for u.

mini skirts and cupcakes. you're soso upbeat and cute i imagine that one dabi x girly! reader with you as the reader like actually. wanna keep you in my pocket!!

ok that's all. i think i missed a few people but oh well im lazy to re-edit it again so mb if you're missed out 🙏

#﹙🦇 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝖘𝖘𝐞𝐝﹚

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piranhartist · 3 months ago

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Been on a huge Sonic kick because of friends, aND genuinely playing Sonic Adventure 2 for my first time so I could experience the chao garden like I always wanted to as a kid, so here's some pixel art + pen sketches from the past week~ Also some random non-sonic stuff like some lil practice sketches of my baby Ori, and some stuff between me an my partner @ghostlyghosti 's cats again

#piranhart #my space babies #pokemon #sonic #my partner's babies #sonic the hedgehog #chao garden

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utapri-translations-uuuu · 9 days ago

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Shinsengumi ~Zan'yō no Yukusue~ LINE messages - Translation

Translator's notes can be found at the end and are marked with an asterisk.

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

Eiichi Otori

"I bought a little more handmade washi paper than usual. I thought I might be able to use it for the New Year’s first calligraphy. I’m already looking forward to it."

Kira Sumeragi

"Seven Kiyomizu ware* pieces have been added to the cabinet. Their striking blue, reminiscent of thin ice, is beautiful to the eye."

Nagi Mikado

"The souvenir I got in Kyoto is a Nishijin-ori* book cover☆ It makes any novel look stylish, I love it♪"

Eiji Otori

"The Kyoto-style shichimi* has a different mix than the one I usually use. I feel like it gives the food a slightly milder flavor."

Van Kiryuin

"The sencha tea I had at the filming location was super rich and delicious! I asked where it was from, and since then, I’ve been having it again and again."

Yamato Hyuga

“When I see a wooden sword while traveling, I always end up wanting one. Well, I have one in my room now. It's for training purposes.”

Shion Amakusa

“I find comfort in this booklet that lets me enjoy the majestic views of the garden* in each of the four seasons... Someday, I’d love to see it covered in snow.”

Translator's notes:

*1 Kiyomizu-yaki- (Kiyomizu ware) kind of Kyō ware (Kyō-yaki), a type of Japanese pottery traditionally from Kyoto

*2 Nishijin-ori- Traditional textile produced in the Nishijin district in Kyoto

*3 Shichimi- Seven-flavor chili pepper

*4 This could refer to one garden or to multiple gardens

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Week 4 - Garden

And we go on with this purely self-indulgent story! <3

Prompt: Garden

Pairing: Bilbo x Thorin, Ori x OC

Words: 1 515

Warnings: Fear, danger, a night-time trek

Carefully, this unlikely angel put their things neatly into the negligently discarded packs, his hair shining like polished copper in the dancing glare of the firelight.

“I’m Elya.”

He looked up, a soft smile turning his eyes into pools of shimmering ink. “Ori,” he repeated gently. “The King wants to see you. There will be food.”

Elya interlaced her fingers to keep herself from reaching out and checking his teeth just in case his mastery of their common language had led to an unfortunate misunderstanding, and she was meant to end up on the plate to feed a horde of pointy-toothed savages.

“We know the woods,” he explained slowly. “We can give you good food. Meat.”

That, unfortunately, did nothing to assuage her doubts or calm her fears.

“King?” Bilbo interrupted her mental downward spiral resolutely. “There’s a monarchy in place?”

Ori nodded, beaming with pride, as he jerked his thumb at the outline of a mountain, bathing peacefully in the moonlight, some distance ahead. “The King under the Mountain. You’ll meet him soon!”

He then bobbed his head at the first two men to find their camp who were still standing at the edge of the clearing like mute sentinels. “These are the princes, his nephews,” Ori declared, pride and earnest fondness turning his voice warmer yet.

Afraid that she’d been hexed, Elya hesitated, digging her heels into the soft ground.

Only then did his alert gaze register the hint of unease in their expressions.

“We won’t hurt you,” he promised solemnly. “It’s not safe out here at night; we’ll take you to safety. Come now! Trust us! We wish you no harm!”

He stood and slung one of the packs across his back as if it weighed nought more than a sack of dry leaves and tossed the other to the one called Kíli.

Then, he extended a hand and pulled Elya to her feet.

At once, she was overcome with admiration for his unexpected strength and the warmth of his silken skin—before she could bethink herself of her morals and good breeding, she instinctively wished he’d hold her hand for a little longer.

As soon as that thought sank in like a stone to the bottom of a dark lake, she withdrew her hand.

“Don’t fear,” Ori reasserted, but she could see she’d vexed him with her brusque motion.

“Who are you?” Bilbo interrupted yet again as they were shepherded, wedged between Fíli and Kíli with Ori taking the rearguard, deeper into the forest.

Soon, there was no light other than the moon overhead to guide their steps, but their attendants seemed to know the way by heart and didn’t hesitate or falter.

“We’re the Khazâd,” Ori supplied from behind. “Who are you?”

“We’re researchers,” Bilbo replied readily. “We’ve come to explore this virgin island which doesn’t seem to be so deserted after all.”

Chuckling under her breath, Elya found that his unshakeable humour and verve did much to calm her frayed nerves. She’d trust Bilbo as she had since the beginning of this venture, and they’d certainly end up as right as rain.

“We’re…secret,” Ori informed them tersely. “We can show you, but you can never tell.”

At that, Bilbo visibly withered. This could have been his life’s work. Then again, he’d never write another paper anyway if they were beheaded or left to die in the wilderness by that mysterious king they were destined to meet before the sun came up.

“All right,” he said hesitantly.

“The King will explain,” Ori promised.

As they walked, Elya noticed that their surroundings shifted and changed nigh imperceptibly—little by little, the greenery seemed to grow less dense and suffocating and more ordered in its wild, mesmerising display of textures and shapes.

The sun had crept over the horizon slowly, now bathing the scene in a pale golden light which revealed a blinding array of vibrant colours that positively took her breath away.

“A moment, I beg,” she exclaimed, tugging her notebook from a side pocket of the bag on Kíli’s back and hastily sketching the charming curves and constellations of a cluster of flowers onto the next free page.

Someone snorted good-humouredly.

“Do you like Thorin’s gardens?” Ori’s careful, well-modulated voice cut through the haze of her concentration, pointedly ignoring the unequivocally needling comments from his fellows.

“That’s a fascinating language,” Bilbo observed. “Your drawing seems to have elicited a surge of hilarity. If I’m not very much mistaken, they are mocking our translator, though I’m not yet sure what particular element strikes them as so amusing.”

Elya looked up from her pencil sharply—the forcibly neutral tone of Bilbo’s voice made her narrow her eyes in an instinctive fit of embarrassment.

“I—No!” Ori squeaked while blushing furiously. Evidently, he either was much more fluent in the common tongue than he’d let on or Bilbo’s provocative purr had been universally comprehensible. “It is a good likeness,” he went on with strenuous equanimity after clearing his throat a few times. “If you want, I can show you my own sketches of the gardens in the cold season.”

By that time, the two presumed royals were laughing so hard that they were clutching their bellies as they bent over.

“I would love that,” Elya replied with as much dignity as she could scrape together in her disadvantaged position. “We could look through my notes. Maybe you could give me a few pointers and explanations?”

To her astonishment, Ori’s complexion grew ever darker, making the golden freckles covering his cheeks and nose gleam like stars fallen into a sunset ocean.

“It would be my pleasure,” he whispered curtly but earnestly.

“Careful there, old girl,” Bilbo mouthed when he finally managed to catch his assistant’s eye. “If you’re not mindful of your words, you might well end up married to the odd chap before we’ve even made it to our audience.”

Elya, who’d stubbornly escaped matrimony by disappearing into her scientific and academic endeavours, grimaced as she realised that this ludicrous idea was nowhere near as distasteful and horrifying as it should have been.

She mulled over this uncharacteristic impulse, hardly paying any attention to her surroundings, and gasped in shocked astonishment when she found herself suddenly faced with an intricately carved portal that had been almost entirely obscured by the deceptive layers of greenery.

“I’m sorry,” Ori piped up. “You must be tired, but the King will certainly want to see you first.”

“You better let me do the talking,” Bilbo impressed upon her insistently. “I’d rather not catch up on our lost sleep in a dank cell.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m not a complete brute,” Elya hissed back, vexed to the core by his insinuation.

“If you had told me that yesterday, I’d have believed you,” her superior smirked knowingly. “However, I’ve now seen you make eyes at our poor guide and guardian, and I’d rather not go home empty-handed, tight-lipped, and an assistant short because you pledged yourself to a whole tribe of strangers!”

Elya scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Please,” Ori, blessedly ignorant of their little aside, whispered, waving at a set of heavy double doors.

With a minute shrug, Bilbo stepped forward, shielding Elya with his body and nodded at their confusing would-be-saviours.

As soon as the doors opened, his pulse slowed and then picked up all at once. The room beyond the doors was unexpectedly, amazingly beautiful.

Bilbo knew not what he’d imagined, but—never in a thousand years—could he have foreseen to find a hall carved out of living rock and adorned with precious stones and rare metals.

“Not a jungle hut then,” Elya breathed behind him, apparently less tongue-tied than her boss.

Giving her a sharp glance that was at least in part meant to be punitive, Bilbo felt his head swivel back almost against his will.

At the end of the long, spacious room stood a throne on a raised dais, and—on that massive chair—sat the most enchanting being he’d ever seen.

Now, Bilbo had discovered, labelled, and catalogued his fair share of quasi-miracles, but he was nevertheless struck dumb by the apparition in front of him.

Here was a king and no doubt about it—everything, from the dark, luscious locks to the thin-lipped smile in a sharp-featured face, spoke of a kind of nobility Bilbo had believed to have died out a long time ago.

He’d never seen eyes that glinted like enchanted sapphires in the chiaroscuro of the torch-lit hall or a frame that promised as much elegance as raw power.

Suddenly, Elya’s. sudden weakness seemed less ludicrous to Bilbo who realised, with a pang of wordless shock, that he would only too gladly have succumbed to the mystery that was this enigmatic king on his throne of black stone.

Instinctively, he quickened his pace until he was almost running towards the crowned, bearded stranger in his eagerness to reduce the agonising distance between him and the most glorious find of his life.

“King Thorin II, son of Thráin, son of Thrór,” Ori declared with resounding finality.

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