#a lonely miner

[michaeltrevino]

BOYD HOLBROOK CHARACTERS + KIDS

[letmeinimafairy]

A lonely pine tree on a cliff by the sea, painted on a beautiful picasso jasper. Didn't want to paint it over too much, it already has landscape outlines.

[zestyleaf]

this one's for all 3 fans of a hidden character from a gameboy color farming sim no one played <3

[steelycunt]

demonstrating the lack of purpose and reckless disregard for his own wellbeing that s is experiencing at the start of this work by having him fuck a blond man

[proxycrit]

Linktober day 11: rollin’ inn

After a day fighting a volcano, the heroic group stumble back to the inn to take a Long Rest. Unfortunately for Link, his sleep is interrupted by mournful ghosts partying it up in his brain.

(Mineru and rauru were the last of their kind ever since the already small insular zonai kingdom was decimated by a strange, flesh bending plague. A lone miner found the two children, and decided to take them in despite concerns of the curse.

He raised them. When they asked him to help fight the source of their blood family’s extinction, who was he to say no?)

More about this totk au! (It all started when zelda did not get teleported into the past, and then spiraled from there)

Patreon!

[historymakesmeangry]

Dating apps have existed for centuries, the app was just the newspaper and letters rather than Tinder and Snapchat

[ikkosu]

Omg are you into sentinel x reader? I've been imagining a scenario where reader is one of the cogless bot he decided to kept as a 'trophy wife' (but more like a pet) to boost up public opinion

spoilers!!! (Not direct spoilers, but just tread safely in case.)

Pookie I am into anything involving sentinel, (my favorite being sentinel x my fist and back shots) ANYWAYS THAT IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA have you seen the size difference between normal bots and the miners?????? Its so delicious. Jazz was half of orion's size and he's so small djddjdjjedkekejf can imagine miner reader on sentinel's lap herhgehehehheheh and he's holding their dainty waist.

He definitely doesn't see them as an equal but I think he does kind of see them a little bit higher on the list since theyre his pet, of course. Sentinel would be astounded at how they polish their plating, being ignorant and all.

"You don't wax?"

"No."

"Right, so not even a little?"

".... No?"

"Unbelievable."

Yeah, he's um a little out of touch. So, he takes it upon himself to 'take care of them' and 'fix them' in other words, haha lol I control what you do so it's best you shut up or I'll send you back to the mines. Or, possibly killed becuase have you seen the size of this guy????

He could just grab you by the neck and boom, broken like a twig.

He's enamored by the idea that he's good husband material and would flaunt you at interviews with ridiculous, made up stories about the two of you. About how he loves coming home and seeing his conjux, 'crying' about not seeing them often because he's got 'prime duties' as he puts it. Airachnid palys as his witness by staring off into space becuase it's all bullshit.

I would imagine he'd still allow them to work so that the miners get the idea that even the Prime's conjux is working at the mines!!! So why shouldn't they?

But the moment you come back he's snatching you up and throwing you into that bathtub like Pokemon go.

You're not an idiot. You know what he's doing and playing along is better than rotting in the mines. And, besides you always knew there was something off with the prime. Cue, reader having mini subplot of unfolding his intentions!!!

This kind of scenario goes two ways, it's either sentinel picked up miner reader and put on his facade for as long as possible, being too nice but also passive aggressive and showing his streaks of aggression and ego, or he could just pick them up, already showing his true self, although I would imagine he wouldn't really yk show show his true entire intentions

Itd be funny if he fell, heads over heels first. Not because he likes you or anything, but becuase he's lonely? I mean being a prime is a lonely job and eventually he believes the facade he puts on and has some kind of crises around it which kind of makes him a little more dangerous. Becuase now you're the biggest fattest weakness to his ego and he doesn't like vulnerabilities.

He might just kill you. Its not like you can run, right?

[quirekey]

Can i request an Orion x gn!reader x d16 but the two try to fight for readers attention and friendship?

<3 pleeeeeeeaaaassse?

Live laugh Orion x Reader x D16 fr dude, I love this request dude I WAS WAITING FOR THIS

[ ORION PAX ] x [ GN!READER ] x [ D16 ]

[ Orion pax x D16 x Cybertronian!GN!reader ]

You were a pretty quiet Cybertronian Miner. Socialising wasn’t something you enjoyed and you preferred the peace and quiet instead of the constant bustling that you will hear. Not having any connections did make your job more lonely since every-bot had someone to call a friend while you are working your aft off in the mines.

After working in the mines for a while, these two mechs named Orion Pax and D16 turned out to become your closest friends you ever had yet. The three of you guys always got into some sort of trouble that was started by Orion and you three are inseperatable in the mines.

Overtime, the two have become possessive and each wanted one-on-one time with you and only you. It’s not that they were not friends anymore, they just had a disagreement on who should talk to you.

D16 thinks it’s unfair how Orion can just pull you away from him just to get in trouble by the higher-guards. D16 thinks that it’s rude to pull you away from what you are already doing and assumes that you just wanna talk to him instead of going around since it’s better to stay by the the rules instead of rebelling.

Orion thinks that it’s unfair because D16 is constantly bickering and yapping to you about whoever his new interest or idol is and nothing else. Orion assumes that you think it’s boring and it’s better to get your body moving and frame in shape instead of being isolated in the mines.

They’re both fair reasons but they keep vouching for you and assuming what you want, you’re just too scared to speak up. The two are now constantly fighting over you since they always want your attention and that you enjoy only their company.

“D, you have kept them inside of this isolating waste for so long! It wouldn’t hurt to at-least go outside and get some real light in your optics!”

“Well, I want to keep (Y/N) safe unlike you. You always get them into trouble and you guys could get punished! This is for their safety.”

“Well, you’re only online for so long.”

“At-least I’ll be online for longer than you.”

“And at least I am actually doing something with my life instead of staying in the mines.”

D16 just scoffed and walked off. D16 still cares for Orion but doesn’t want to admit it due to their friendship being at stake. Orion just smirked and shrugged at you, basically not caring one bit about the guy he used to hang out with every klick (minute).

“(Y/N), why is D now so down? He’s changed.”

“I’m not sure…”

You lied to him, you knew both of their secrets to a T but it was best to not share. You are pretty observant so you took some mental notes overtime and you’d reflect over them. Both D16 and Orion Pax are always fighting for your approval and friendship but seemingly their actions prove otherwise. They are way more affectionate than your regular friends and some could never be considered as platonic unless you are really close with them. You didn’t mind their affection but it was strange that they wanted you and only you.

It gets to a point where D16 gives you small kisses on the cheek when he walks by or Orion brings you somewhere empty then asks you to cuddle. You never declined because you didn’t mind but it was hard to pick between the two. You knew they liked you and you liked them back, the problem was that they didn’t want to share.

You just walked away from Orion and thought to yourself

‘Why did this have to happen to me…?’

Well you’re lucky enough that I enjoyed this because now I’m gonna continue this overtime… bigger poll than normal that’s for sure.

[shortfeather]

The thing is there were never any miners. They are all canaries!! They can pretend to be miners all they want but only one of them will ever succeed and of the ones who succeed only one has truly left the mines

I understand why the canary curse is fading as a symbol but like. Consider. It’s a curse, it doesn’t need to stick to one person. It was simply convenient to before, but then the person got stronger, smarter, better, and so it passed. And it will continue passing, because it is the ultimate symbol of these games: that death is coming.

The curse didn’t choose its symbol. The players, the watching audience, the ones behind the scenes all decided what to call it and how to brand it. It’s not on the curse to conform to the nature or player we assigned it to.

The curse is the curse is the curse. The curse is the reminder that this world will not last forever - nor the next, nor the next.

The curse is not that Jimmy dies first. We decided that, and we had our reasons, but they weren’t quite right. The curse isn’t even that someone dies first. The curse is that you will, no matter what, eventually be reminded that you will die too.

And the only way to avoid it is to win.

[gonnadafturpunk]

I was wondering if you can write a Bumblebee(B-127) x Cybertronians!reader, where B-127 was staring at trash burning, and the reader fell out of the trash chute, and he saves the reader just in time before the reader went in the fire, and we help him build Steve?

AWHHH RAHHH I LOVE I LOVE HIMMM (I’m in my bumblebee onesie as we speak)

I LOVE ITTY IGHHFKDSKSKDKFKFKFIGIG

B-127 x cybertronian! Reader

Spoilers for Transformers One if you haven’t seen it. 

gnreader, mentions death, injuries, and angst, not edited.

"I don't want to go back up there, anyway..."

I listened to Chihiro and Ocean Eyes while making this lol.  

You were a miner. A very low-ranking miner. 

You had tried to be happy. Sometimes it didn't work.

You always ended up frowning, doing your job.

You had a [Preferred paint color] paint job and were always covered in scratches or dirt. It was rough. It was so rough. 

You were always tired, always looking pitiful. You didn’t know why you did. You were working towards saving Cybertron. 

You weren’t treated with much respect. You were always being taken advantage of. By anyone. The bots who worked aside you, your superiors, everyone. It seems cliche, but it does.

Doesn’t everyone get stepped on, especially in this environment? Well, you could argue yes, but it sure was damn different.  

You already had a dangerous job, and felt so invisible and treated with such disregard. You were by yourself, always by yourself. 

Sometimes, on little breaks, you thought to yourself. You thought to yourself a lot; Too much for a little ol’ bot with a low-ranked job. It was hard to find your reason in life and who you were. 

 Sometimes you’d question why you had no cog or were not of high rank. You’d question why you even had to mine for Energon anyway. Why were you always mining for it? It was hours on end.

No sleep sometimes. Barely, if you’re lucky. 

One day, you were working on putting packages and boxes together to send to the other bots to put on the transport.

You were leaning over the edge of the conveyor belt, even though you shouldn't have, to make sure some of the packages were sealed correctly. It is true that some slack and rush, and don't even check if it's right or corrected.

something had happened in which all the bots had to evacuate for something.

You tried getting up from leaning over the edge, but instead, you got shoved and pushed.

You had fallen in. It happened so fast. It's like you fell sideways but you went downward.

You or anybody else didn't have time to react. Did they even care? Probably not. Maybe some did.

You hit the side of your helm and it felt like you blacked out. You blacked out on what seemed like the conveyor belt to the...To the trash chute!?

You were barely even conscious. You really just look up and then close your eyes. You couldn't think much about anything. All of this happened too fast. You felt a cold liquid run down your face (do they even bleed? or. would I say leak?)

That's really beside the fact.

You did hear "Oh my primus," a couple times from the bots above you, but really it was kinda late to grab you or get anyone to save you.

Now to B now!

Bumblebee was simply watching trash. Trash that goes into the burner.

He didn't really get the point, but at least he could keep this assignment.

Sure he felt lonely, but again, it wasn't like he didn't fully enjoy his job. He could just hang by himself all day.

All B was was just a bot who was by himself a lot. All the time. No one even came down there.

Yeah, sometimes he wanted someone who he could talk to, or hang out with. It felt like hell. Maybe it was. I mean he did work near the trash burner on one of the lowest levels. It might as well be.

Even trying to be optimistic, he would find himself frowning at the trash like this.

( LMAO THIS POOR BABY)

Anyway, he really did try to stay as sane as he could.

when he heard a sound coming from the trash chute, he couldn't help but wonder what it could possibly be.

"Do they just send anything down here now?" he went.

"It can barely fit down the chute," he continued, getting closer to it.

Once whatever was in the chute got close to the end, it came down fast.

With a BANG, you fall on the conveyor belt, limp.

"Oh my Primus, it's another bot!" he said, quickly acting, pulling your limp frame off of the conveyor belt before you could reach the trash. He stopped the machine and placed you on the ground.

You look kinda conscious but definitely not responsive.

He took off his protective helmet and tried to figure out your situation.

"Are you alright?" He tries to speak to you.

All you could do was move your eyes. Little by little you realize you were on the ground.

"Do you need help?" He asked again, panicking, especially after realizing you had a cut or a bruise of some sort on your helm.

"Try getting up, maybe I could help you if you get Energon running through you again," he suggested.

You blink a couple times.

You try to recognize where you are. You couldn't Though, was that really the most of your worries. You fell into the conveyor belt and almost died for crying out loud.

You groan and put a servo on your helm as you get up slowly.

You rub your face plate and look back at it. Dirt, dust, and-- shit you're leaking.

You put your servo back and down and look around. Everything through your optics felt so saturated. It felt not normal. You hadn't even noticed the bot next to you, looking just as concerned for you as you were for yourself.

You could honestly care less about your surroundings or who this other bot was. At least for now. Not in a mean way. You just felt hurt. Your frame felt numb and so did your face plate.

"Y-you fell down the chute..." He began, looking at you.

You rubbed your helm a bit more and looked at him then at where you would've ended up if he didn't do anything.

"Thank you," you said simply.

"My pleasure," he replied.

"I'm guessing don't have many.. uhm options to get back up there..do I?" You asked.

He shook his helm.

"I could help you- with your injury that is. You seemed to have taken a really big fall," he said, grabbing something.

You guess you did. You barely remembered what had happened it had all gone down so quick.

You looked down. Maybe if you hadn't leaned over the edge, none of this would've happened. You were lucky to even still be online.

B looked at you, after grabbing a bandage. He saw you were upset. He couldn't blame you. Maybe you had it good up there.

"Hey, uhh, I never got your name--" He starts, trying to distract you.

You widened your eyes, getting ready to respond.

"Oh, it's Y/N," you began.

You look at him as he gives you the bandage, hoping he'll respond with his name back.

"Well, Y/N, I'm B-127, I work here at this very level...Just me..." he says smiling...Kinda.

You give a weak smile. He seemed sweet. And alone. Just like you.

"I worked as a low-rank miner who packaged boxes for transport," you go on. "Not so different from picking out valuable stuff from scrap, and watching trash." you finish.

"Looks like I'm stuck down here, but at least you seem cool," you say smiling a little more.

He smiles back sitting with you. He was pretty happy. You were a person he could talk to.

"At least we'll have one another," he says.

"It's better than what my life was up there." You say, thinking.

"I'd rather be down here than be up there," you continue.

After a couple of days, a bot couldn't tell if you guys had been friends all your life or if you guys met a couple days prior.

It was funny because, after about a month, you guys decided to build a buddy!

You decided to name him Steve :3

After building Steve, you had wanted to make a mask just like B's.

"I made a mask like yours, B. Isn't it hella badass? I got it from you," you laugh.

He definitely calls himself Badass after that

(that's where he got the name from!)

You both are glad you found each other when you guys did. You both needed it.

silly ahh alien LMAO

-Lena

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The Royal Welcome

( Please come see me on my new patreon and support me for early access to stories and personal story requests :D https://www.patreon.com/NiqhtLord Every bit helps)

“My royal decree of the Tekmek Authority Council, this world is now under the dominion of Tekmek Autocracy. All rights, privileges, and claims of ownership by the Terran Confederation are hereby rescinded and void. Prepare for the arrival of your new overseer.”

 The announcement was played over and over on every frequency to the people of Devron V as the human population looked up and saw a Tekmek fleet orbiting their planet. Their ships long and slender like icicles slowly circling the planet in their hundreds with the largest concentration of them hovering in lower orbit just above the planet’s capital city Arminius.

There had been no announcement over the galactic news or word from Earth regarding this sudden change of affairs, but the Tekmek’s were quite insistent that their new overlordship of the world was sound. To the current planetary governor, Claus Beckler, this was an outright proclamation of war that he would not take lightly. Yet as his military advisors were well to warn him, the difference in current military power was vast and should they choose to resist destruction on a global scale would surely be a result.

Beckler was well aware his standing defense forces were only sufficient to repel the occasional alien raiding party. He also knew that even with the dispatches sent back to Earth it would take at least twenty three days for a relief force to arrive. He needed to play for time and thus came up with a devilish plan.

“We welcome our new overlords of the Tekmek Autocracy.” Beckler said over a video communication link to the Tekmek flagship. “Allow us the time to prepare a proper welcoming party here in the capital so we may celebrate the new dawn you bring us with your enlightenment.”

Drowning in their smugness and the performance Beckler made to stoke their egos, the Tekmek gave him three days to assemble a proper celebration.

From around the planet human convoys could be seen making their way to the capital carrying all manner of lavish gifts and offerings. During this time Beckler made repeated conversations with the Tekmek discussing the finer points of the transition of power and assisting them with getting any requested information such as current mineral veins and outputs along with agriculture surplus. From these dealings Beckler was able to piece together that despite their grandeur the Tekmek were in dire need of raw materials and had made the gamble of taking Devron V to prop up their failing economy. To his annoyance he also learned that they had chosen his world as it was far enough from human core territories that it would be listed as a low priority world and more negotiable for transference.

Three days came and went and by the dawn of the forth the capital city was alive and thriving like never before. It was as if the entire population of the world had come as every street and alleyway was bustling like never before in celebration.

From the flagship came a lone landing craft decorated entirely with gold and studded with all manner of jewels that formed elaborate murals. Several squadrons of fighter craft escorted it to the surface followed behind by bulky landing craft that bore the occupation forces of the Tekmek military.

At the outskirts of the capital a grand landing pad and walkway had been erected for the Tekmek to land on that led directly to a raised platform. Beckler and several honor guard stood atop the platform watching their new rulers land while the walkway was lined with soldiers on either side carrying large flags that fluttered in the wind. A small crowd of civilians had gathered behind the platform waving a variety of flags and cheering as the ornate landing craft touched down and the boarding ramp slowly lowered.

For the first time Beckler had come to see the Tekmek in person and he was likewise unimpressed.

Like their ships the Tekmek dressed in overly elaborate clothing that in their eyes was meant to highlight their superiority, but to the average human screamed of obnoxious indulgence. Peering behind the delegates Beckler could see the soldiers were no better as even though they wore more practical combat armor and weaponry they too were decorated with studded jewels here and there.

Claus had to suppress a smile thinking of them trying to sneak through the night in such adornments and standing out like a disco ball.

Pulling himself together Claus stepped forward as the Tekmek’s strode down the walkway and made their way to him at the platform.

“We welcome our Tekmek guests to the planet Devron V.” Claus began as the lead delegate finally reached the platform and stepped on to it.

Standing before him he noticed that they were slightly taller than the average human coming in around 6.3 ft tall. Claus had to tilt his head back to look up at the lead delegate, a Tekmek named Con’gorda he had spoken with before. They held out a document that was in short a transfer of ownership of the planet and all its assets to the Tekmek in which Claus was meant to sign.

It was certainly a surprise that instead Claus slapped a pair of security cuffs on to Con’gorda’s arms with an overly loud locking sound as they activated and trapped the delegate.

“By the powers of the Terran Confederation I hereby place you under arrest on charges of unwarranted aggression, planetary threat, illegal occupation, violation of sovereignty, inciting unrest, and disturbing the peace.”

Without waiting for Con’gorda to react Claus turned to his security detail and shouted “NOW!”

Without hesitation the guards reached into nearby decorative flower vases and pulled out pulse rifles. Shouldering them with smooth precision they opened fire on the other Tekmek’s as they stood dumbfounded. The delegates went down screaming as the pulse rounds tore them to shreds while the soldier’s armor took the rounds better.    

“Activate city shield!” Claus shouted into the transmitter nestled into his ear. He drew his own pistol and popped off a few shots and the dwindling alien guards as Con’gorda fell to his knees from a stray round clipping his thigh.

In the distance Claus could see a tide of Tekmek soldiers now rapidly disembarking from their landing craft and the wings of fighters swinging around to start a strafing run on the city.

A loud humming sound came from behind Claus and he turned to see an energy beam shoot up from the center of the city. It had just reached higher than the tallest building before it began rolling back down in a giant dome shape. Claus watched as the energy shield crashed down into the ground, bisecting an unfortunate Tekmek soldier in half.

Several Tekmek soldiers were not cut off from their reinforcements who were now trapped on the opposite side of the shield. With nowhere to retreat and no reinforcements they laid down their arms and surrendered to the human guards as they encircled them. The gathered crowds of civilians behind the platform began cheering as Claus turned to them and held up a now cowering Con’gorda.

“My countrymen,” Claus began as he addressed the crowd, “in the coming days much of you will be asked but as you have seen just now I assure you our victory is inevitable!”

The gather crowds cheered louder as outside the enemy fighters began firing off pot shots at the shield to no avail. The energy barrier was capable of withstanding sustained orbital bombardment for thirty days before the energy reserves ran out, but even then Claus knew the Tekmek would not know this nor risk the life of their official who was now his prisoner.

Springing the trap had gone flawlessly and now all Claus and the citizens of Devron V would need to do was wait for the relief force to arrive and wipe out the orbiting Tekmek forces. A notion made much easier by conveniently using the excuse of a party to gather provisions and the entire population into one easily defensible area.

[magiertama]

TFOne Dratchet AU doodles!

Because cogless Ratchet and cogless Drift are kinda young, they are a bit more open with their affection but also very clumsy about it.

Ratchet is reserved, because he always has half his brain processor running on medbay duty and assessing damages so it seems like he is zoning out and not paying attention when he already has your medical report planned out and medicine ready to be administered. He has a much bigger cavity where his T-cog should be compared to others of his frame type. Reasons unknown, but he is kinda bothered by it. His hands are smaller, more delicate than others, which makes him perfect for medical duty even as a cogless. He was quite taken by Drift's unusually colored optics. Before Drift started annoying pursuing him and appearing in the medibay he was a little lonely especially when he noticed how the other miners formed pairs to be with and hang out. In a way he was envious of Orion Pax and D-16, because a doctor's work was always solitary.

Drift is affectionate and handsy because he knows what he wants and intrusive thoughts often win when it comes to Ratchet. He has some ventilation system troubles ever since he came online which results in dizzy episodes and panic attacks and no one really has any idea what might be causing it. It also causes him to heat up easily. Whenever he puts his servos on some paint, he makes murals in abandoned corridors or alleys. His paintings always fills him with nostalgic feelings even though he has no memories of a life before the Primes where alive... He has Gasket to keep him company in his team, but he can feel an unknown gravitation towards Ratchet - whether it be for the care the mech has been showing him, or his soft voice, he isn't sure. But as much as he adores Ratchet's caring attitude, he really hates when the doctor isn't taking care of his own needs.

They have a good relationship right until Sentinel is killed and they get their cogs back...

...together with memories of a life before the fall of the Primes.

[muletia]

Hello I'm the anon that brought the idea of pocket spouse. I didn't expect pocket spouse too take off like these. As it was the last thing i said. I was happy to share my idea with you thinking that perhaps it would just be a one time thing. But it has blown up to a where it bacame a full fledge au and where people are making fanart of it!? It makes me so happy. I guess pocket spouse has became our baby haha

While I'm here i can share more of my thoughts concerning Sentinel marketing. He would think of everything, showcasing how we come in different shape and size all with unique personality and traits. That if a bot as a type, they'd have the spouse for it. Not to mention the difference accessories you can give your spouse, from dresses to suits and casual wear and of course the more scandalous attire (to view catalog send a request now and you may be the lucky bot or femme to see it first!)

Get a customise bed for your spouse equip with plushies! Pocket spouses have a infinity for soft things and if you like you can book a special order where we'd make a plushie version of you for your spouse. So they won't be lonely when your away. If you play your cards right, your pocket spouse would be a loyal companion. Your shoulder to lean on in hard times or a loving embrace to look forward too. Work hard miners and you may receive a pocket spouse of your own

Omg hi! You have a galaxy brain, you know? <3 Thanks to your idea with pocket spouses, I’ve already started writing a little fic about the first meeting with Orion and D-16 (there’s also gonna be a bit of x Elita, but more on the platonic side). But damn, writing dialogue (or anything, really) got hands.

This is exactly how I imagined Sentinel spreading the pocket spouse propaganda. He’d play his cards so well that bots would start worshipping him even more for “enriching” Cybertron with humans and unintentionally inflating his already massive ego. And since his loyal followers took the bait, it’s time to push the human campaign even further. That’s where the merchandise comes in — clothes, plushies, lingerie… So many bots with pocket spouses will discover a fetish for lace. They’ll want you to walk around in very revealing outfits all the time because hehe they make spike hard. Someone’s gonna have to explain to them that no, not all humans are comfortable walking around just in the lingerine…

The plushie version of the bot?? How cute. I can totally see more jealous bots (D-16) having beef with a stuffed toy — especially when you start giving it more attention than your actual bot <3

[teawithmagician]

Lonely Mountain = Armenia

I have a take to make: Armenian culture is very similar to how I would imagine the culture of the Dwarves of Lonely Mountain.

When you think of the halls of Erebor, images of grand stone halls, intricate metalwork, and proud, resilient people come to mind.

Interestingly, this mental imagery resembles Armenia, a rich and ancient civilization in the Southern (that is important - Armenians are not Caucausians per se, like Georgians and/or Dagestanians) Caucasus region. From the stone-borne proud spirit of the Armenian people to their architecture and traditional clothing, there are fascinating parallels between the two cultures, real and fictional.

1. Architecture: Stone, Fortresses, and Underground Structures

The Dwarves of Erebor are renowned for their skill in mining and stonework, creating vast underground cities with intricate carvings and fortifications. Similarly, Armenian architecture is marked by the use of stone, with many historical fortresses, churches, and monasteries built using basalt, tuff, and other locally sourced materials. These buildings, often nestled in mountainous regions, reflect a deep connection to the earth, much like the Dwarven kingdom carved within the Lonely Mountain.

Examples:

Geghard Monastery: Partially carved out of mountain rock, this UNESCO World Heritage site demonstrates the skill and artistry of Armenian stonework. Its cavernous halls and intricate carvings are reminiscent of the Dwarven halls deep within Erebor.

Tatev Monastery: Perched on the edge of a cliff, this fortress-like monastery reflects the grandeur and defensive nature of Dwarven architecture.

2. Traditional Clothing: Regal, Rich, and Embroidered

Tolkien’s Dwarves are often depicted in elaborate, layered garments with intricate patterns, a testament to their pride in craftsmanship. Armenian traditional clothing, especially royal and ceremonial attire, shares this emphasis on richness and detail. Armenian robes from different historical periods were made from fine fabrics, often embroidered with gold and adorned with jewels, echoing the regal appearance of Dwarven kings and warriors.

Examples:

Royal Armenian Attire: The robes of Armenian kings and nobles during the medieval period were crafted from rich fabrics and detailed embroidery. Visuals of King Gagik I or the attire from the Bagratid dynasty era would illustrate the parallels well.

Women’s Embroidered Dresses: Traditional women’s dresses from regions like Syunik and Artsakh, adorned with intricate patterns and gold-thread embroidery, reflect a similar pride in craftsmanship seen in Dwarven culture.

3. Craftsmanship: The Art of Metalwork and Jewelry

The Dwarves are famous for their skills as blacksmiths, miners, and jewelers, creating intricate items from precious metals. Armenia, with its long history of metallurgy, also boasts a rich tradition of metalwork and jewelry-making. Armenian craftsmen were known for producing exquisite silver and gold pieces, ranging from church crosses to ceremonial weaponry and jewelry.

Examples:

Armenian Crosses and Jewelry: The detailed filigree and gem-inlaid designs seen in Armenian religious artifacts show a high level of skill. These pieces could easily be imagined as treasures from the hoards of Erebor.

Ceremonial Swords and Armor: Historical Armenian weaponry, including richly adorned swords and shields, can also be found in museums. Their craftsmanship mirrors the care and pride of Dwarven smiths.

4. Resilience and Pride: A Shared Spirit of Survival

Both the Armenians and the Dwarves have a shared history of resilience and pride in their heritage. The Dwarves, displaced from their homeland of Erebor, strive to reclaim their lost kingdom, a narrative that echoes the Armenian struggle throughout history to preserve their culture and identity in the face of invasions and displacement.

Armenian history is marked by perseverance, whether through the maintenance of cultural traditions, language, or faith, even during periods of hardship. The Dwarves' determination to return to Erebor, despite the dangers, reflects a similar strength.

Examples:

Armenian Genocide Memorials: These monuments, while somber, speak to the resilience and enduring spirit of the Armenian people. They stand as a testament to survival, much like the return of the Dwarves to Erebor.

Mount Ararat: The iconic mountain, which has a deep connection to Armenian identity, is often depicted in art. It symbolizes endurance, much like the Lonely Mountain symbolizes hope for the Dwarves.

Conclusion

While there is no evidence that J.R.R. Tolkien based the Dwarves of Erebor on any specific real-world culture, the similarities between Dwarven and Armenian culture are striking. Both are defined by a love of stone, a tradition of intricate craftsmanship, and a deep-rooted pride in their heritage. These parallels offer a fascinating way to look at Tolkien's world.

[foone]

I've got an itch in my head to write a scifi short story in a 70s style about a lonely asteroid miner who lives in a habitat that's only men, and he's saving up to buy a ticket off this rock, and he's planning to visit the Martian colony. See, they had significant limits on lift mass when they colonized the planet, so they took primarily young, thin, women. So he hopes he can find a spouse there. The PanAm check-in counter says "Enjoy your trip, Mr Bowie"

Story title: Is There Wife on Mars?

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Tw rape, piss kink, spit kink, spanking, anal, cum/piss drink, ovipositor, bug mimics. Long confession sorry.

I have a specific fantasy where I, a lone female adventurer, am going through a dungeon/cave system looking for a mineral or plant. Something that is needed for magic. I think I find it in a hole in the wall that is juuust my size. So get on my hands and knees and start to crawl through only for some sticky substance or the wall itself to cinch around my waist. I’m trapped, unable to move forward or back out. I try to scream but there’s no response.

After a few minutes I feel something crawl onto my back and then onto my ass. Whatever it is uses its pincer like claws to tear my pants and leggings apart. I scream as I’m exposed and I try to buck it off but that just makes it dig its legs into me. It uses its legs to spread my cheeks so it can have easy access to my pussy and asshole. Something slimy, maybe a tongue or tentacle, starts to poke and prod at my holes. It does this until I’m good and wet, my legs shaking from being on the cusp of an orgasm when it pushes its tentacle inside my pussy. It’s quick to fuck me with it and it ignores when I orgasm, leaving me a twitchy mess.

Soon, I can feel the tip of the tentacle expand. It pushes against my pussy walls and stops moving. But before I think it’s done I feel something move down the tentacle and push its way into me. It pushes August’s the walls of my pussy before it drops the egg into me. One, two, I loose count quickly. Before long I’m heavy with the things eggs and it skitters away. I’m still stuck however, unable to move.

Later I hear people or something approach. I start to call out when I realize it’s goblins. It’s too late, I’ve caught their attention. They come over, laughing at the stupid over world girl who got stuck in a trap. I can’t even argue as that is exactly what happened. To my horror they start to grope me. I try to kick them away but the are able to pin my legs down and tie them to some heavy tent stakes. They press their fingers into my pussy and asshole, stretching me out even more. I can on whine and moan as one rubs my sensitive clit. Another spanks me. Some have already pulled out their hard cocks and have begun poking and rubbing the heads agains whoever skin is available.

With a loud moan one begins to push his cock inside my cunt. He’s big, bigger than the tentacle or any human fuck I’ve had in the past. He grabs my hips and fucks me. He calls me foul names like “dirty whore” and “dumb rape meat” and his friends laugh. Eventually he cums but I’m not given a moment of rest before the next one is there. One gets below me and fucks into my cunt while another gets on top and thrusts inside my ass. I can and scream in my hole but no one is able to hear me. No one who can help. They all spit on me when they’re done and leave me stuck.

I’m approached by another creature. I only really know when they grab my hips and thrust their cock inside. They’re practically massive, pushing me to my limits and the head of their cock knocking against my cervix. Their heavy balls slap against me with each thrust. I only know what they are when they growl something in orcish as they cum. They slap my cunt as they pull away. I hear them stand up and they place something under me. A bowl, maybe. Either way, it’s collecting the jizz that’s leaking from pussy. They lean over me and I wonder if they’re going the fuck my ass when I feel their hot piss hit my asshole then my pussy. I’m too weak to fight. Instead I numbly lay in the dirt wondering when i can get up.

It’s too long after he leaves he comes back with friends. Each one fucks my ass or pussy, slapping and pinching whatever skin they can find. One shoves their cock into my cunt and pisses there and I hear the orcs laugh. Everything is being collected below me.

By some miracle the substance holding me in place weakens and I’m pulled out. They tear off my top, their hands and mouths everywhere. I’m held tight and pulled to my knees. One orc reaches out and presses against my swollen stomach. I whimper in pain but can’t squirm away. After a minute and some pressing the eggs begin to loosen. Slowly they fall out of my pussy into the dirty bowl below. One fingers me, pressing so far inside that he can feel how many eggs are inside. When the last one is done the orca pull the bowl from between my legs. They take out the eggs. The one holding me still and grabs my head and forces my mouth open.

“If you want us to let you go, you’ll have to drink the whole bowl,” he explains. I whimper as there’s not much else I can do. I’m not strong enough to finger any off.

The bowl is pressed to my lips and then tipped, the cock rack of piss, cum and spit flowing into my nought. I gag as I swallow mouthful after mouthful but eventually I’m done. The orca gather round and cum one last time on my face and tits before I’m left alone.

Later I find out that the creature was a mimic wall and tried to impregnate me, and the only way it lets its victims go is when it feels like the eggs are fertilized.

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