#aren't mine but from friends xx

[just-some-random-blogger]

First I wanna say I absolutely adore your writing! <3

I was wondering if you could write a Daemon x Reader where the reader is a noble Northern lady who is like a shieldmaiden and they fight together at Stepstones. They kind of become friends and the reader constantly teases Daemon about how he has never seen anything about life in his Prince-ly upbringing and she knows more than him even though he is older (though it is the start of the battle of stepstones so he is canonically like 25 but still he is like 3-4 years older than her). But then while they are talking and drinking she accidentally blurts out that she is still a maiden and now it is time for Daemon to tease her. Then boom, smut happens.

Mine For The Night

"It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Daemon Targaryen x Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, mentions/depictions of drinking/drunkenness, smut (drunk sex, loss of virginity, piv, breeding kink, choking, scratching, biting?), sleazy!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: rah its been a while since a daemon req so lemme crack this egg

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @thebullship @sa3losa

The onlooking crowd cheers when I dodge the man who charged into me. The bumbling brute batters into a table of men who aren't fortunate enough to be as quick as I am. The collision is heavy and loud. The ruffian, who was dim enough to pick a fight with me, spills all the drinks on the table on impact. It inspires the sat men to stand and to hurtle him against the wall, where he then passes out.

Daemon watches this play out with the rest of the patrons in the tavern, arms crossed, chest buzzing in amusement.

"That'll teach ya to mind yer manners," a man from our company barks before sharing a laugh with the rest of the men.

My inebriety is washed off with my exhaustion. I wobble back to my table, glaring at the men there, "you lot could stand to help?"

Daemon chuckles, but someone else answers, "well, our lady proved the point beautifully."

I roll my eyes, "men are good for nothing," I grab my things and head out of the tavern.

"Oh, don't be like that, lady love!" one of the men call, "I'm sure one of us can show you how good it can be to have a man!"

They share a laugh with each other and I roll my eyes.

The moment, I'm outside, I burp and head back to our camp. I whip my head to the side when I realize someone came outside with me.

"The slurs of drunken cunts," Daemon grins, walking beside me with his hands behind his back.

I shake my head and keep walking, "you're a cunt yourself, since you sat and watched."

"There's something rather bewitching seeing you get covered in ale and blood," he mutters through a lopsided smile.

"Mmm, I pray you be bewitched all the way back to your tent and leave me be," I glare at him before walking faster.

He makes a tutting sound and grabs my arm, preventing me from moving any father. The prince shakes his head and brushes his hand down my shoulder, "my drunken fool has forgotten her promise to me."

I scowl at him, "who are you calling fool?" I shove him back. It doesn't work very effectively. Curses. I hiss, "I made no promise to you. Unhand me."

Daemon chuckles, both his hands now on my arms, "ah, you're right. Twas I that promised you this," he rubs his hands up to my temples and swipes his thumbs on my brows, "the head of our enemy's dimwitted commander for a night you'd not forget."

My breath catches in my throat when the silver haired man leans closer. He mutters, "or did you think my words on the battlefield were weightless, Northern girl?"

"I am not interested in your words, nor doing such lascivious things with you," I push him off by his chest.

Daemon lets me walk away, and he laughs as I do so. "I did not think your memory would be so poor after such cheap wine touched your lips."

I hear him follow after me.

"Shall I recite how you confessed your desires to bed a man before you died?"

"And I am alive, am I not?"

"You'll only truly, once you've had me throw your legs over my shoulders and-"

"WHATEVER I SPOKE TO YOU-" I snap, turning around and pointing a finger at him, "about my sinful desires-"

Daemon chuckles.

"-in moments of weakness, be it when I was drunk or desperate in the middle of a fight, do away with it, devil."

He laughs louder at that.

"I have no intention of sullying myself, all because you-"

"My," he drags out and yanks be by the arm, "my lady is acting suddenly so ladylike."

I narrow my eyes at him, "I have always been ladylike because I am a lady!" I wrangle out of my his grip.

I whine when he grips my shoulders tightly. My stomach drops at the way he whispers in his mother tongue against my ear. Though I do not know what he says, I renders me frozen in my spot.

The prince relishes in this. His hands find my cheeks again. He leans in close, so close I can smell what he had been drinking. "It's not something to fuss over, really," Daemon mutters, thumb on my lips, breath laced with wine, "and wouldn't it better I take your maidenhead than some old man you'll never desire?"

Whatever I flaring retort I had is put out by the moistness of his lips.

I had never been kissed before. The sensation makes my insides roll and it's surprisingly so pleasant to be kissed by such a man as Daemon.

He chuckles, "oh, apologies," he brushes my hair back, "wasn't your maidenhood already broken ages ago on the account of your horseback riding?"

My heart races when his one hand slips into my clothes, on to my bare chest. His other hand comes to my waist. He sighs contentedly when I do not repel him after pulling me close to kiss me once more. I actually kiss him back this time.

"No one's gonna know," he mutters, "just us and the gods."

We're a mess of heavy breathing when we reach my tent. Daemon wastes no time in ripping me out of my clothing. It doesn't take long for it to be just him and I in a sea of discarded fabrics.

My skin reaches out to him with goosebumps when his hot huffs hit my neck. My movements are intrinsic; I reach out to him just as he kneads my body. His hips nestle between my bare thighs. A whine escapes me when he begins to rub against me.

"Relax," he mutters, "it won't hurt. You'll enjoy it."

I sigh as he begins to trail kisses down my neck. I slowly feel myself melt into his touch. He continues meshing his hips into mine until a tingle builds in my belly and my toes curl in response. I feel a slickness build between my thighs. I claw my nails into his back and he hisses in response. My legs tighten around him. He groans, muttering something in his native tongue.

I gasp when he tugs me by my hair and speaks hotly against my ear, "you're making it hard for me to be gentle with you."

I claim his lips with my teeth, making him groan. I scratch my fingers up his nape and pull on his hair in a more gentle and needing manner, "I can take it."

Daemon lets out an amused garbled noise then claws my legs apart as he shifts above me. I throw my head back and squeal the moment shoves in my weeping cunny and he proceeds to thrust at a vigorous pace. He huffs through his nostrils as his thick, heavy member bullies into me. He pins me in place by clamping his hands at the back of my thigh and folding my legs like he meant to make me half my size.

"Oh," he lets out a prolonged sigh, "if they could see you now," he heaves, "powerless against me, reduced into a mewling little girl, taking it like a bitch in heat." He chuckles, lifting himself up to watch how he had me whining and rolling my eyes back.

He releases one thigh then pushes my jaw back; my voice and neck strain because of it. He goes wild over the sight and sound of my frantic breathing. He slightly squeezes my jaw, "no one's gonna know you lost your maidenhead to me."

I feel my lungs deflate when he puts more pressure on my airways.

"Mmm," he hums through the sound of slapping skin, "but everyone's gonna know I pumped my seed into you when your babe comes out looking like me."

I suck in a sharp breath when he releases my throat.

"Let's see how you fare once you're heavy with my child."

[kquil]

hi pretty baby!! I have a very important question for you:

the year is coming to a close and it has brought us many great things (like your sweet sweet stories) and I'm simply dying to know.... if you were to do a 12 fics for 12 months sort of wrap up of your own blog, what would be your 12 most memorable fics of the year? which of your pieces really stood out to you? I'm eager to hear what my friends' proudest works are!

xx

i'm a pretty baby? my stories are sweet? ( /)///(\✿) AHHHHHHHH!

and that's such a fun thing to do as a way of rounding off the year omg! this requires some thought though, so i hope you don't mind if i take a while to answer

these fics aren't in any particular order but would say that the following are my 12 most memorable fics this year... (i will also include fics from my side blogs as those are my works too hehe~)

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 5

this was the fic that i first posted when i came back from my hiatus so it holds a special place in my heart~

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 6

DIVORCING ORION BLACK CHAPTER 7

i'm including all updates for the DOB series because i honestly think it's my magnum opus and i managed to stay consistent with updates until the end of the year ever since coming back from my hiatus

JAMES POTTER | HOW TO DRESS (nsfw)

this is from my nsfw side blog ; it took me an entire year to write this oneshot for james and it's 16k words long, which makes it the longest fic i have ever written AND it's the first ever NSFW oneshot I've ever written and posted haha! so it represents a big milestone for me

SIRIUS BLACK | BIKER BOY

this was dedicated to one of my dearest moots and close friends here @somewereinthegalaxi / @thebestofoneshots and was a fun little way of showcasing an interest we both share motorbikes, biker boy boyfriends and sirius black (づ> v <)づ♡ 

REGULUS BACK | HOLD HER PART 2

i've always loved the trope of characters being given insight into their futures somewhat, in fact, a niche of fanfiction i adore reading is based on that e.g marauders watching/reading the harry potter movies/books or harry traveling back in time and interacting with the marauders -- this is my little way of finally dabbling in the trope without writing another fix-it fic atop DOB (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

REMUS LUPIN | ONE NEGRONI

this combined a guilty pleasure of mine, mob boss aus and the marauders, mainly featuring our beloved Remus Lupin -- it just seemed natural making him the mob boss  (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) hehe~

JAMES POTTER | GENUINE

i literally couldn't sleep until i wrote this and i'm so happy i did too because you darlings seemed to really enjoy it too! now i have a deep love for the actor james x singer reader trope (๑>◡<๑)

JAMES POTTER | LIKE LOVERS DO

this was sooo self-indulgent ( /)///(\✿) it's a manifestation of my love for james potter and the friends to lovers trope -- this fic is secretly how i want to my relationship with james to blossom in another universe where he's no longer fictional and i have a chance at making him mine!

JAMES POTTER | BOUDOIR PHOTOSHOOT

i've been seeing tiktoks of this on my fyp for a long time and i kept thinking of james every time i saw it, my real life responsibilities kept getting in the way of me writing it until i finally committed writing it even if it meant sleeping super late again (๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑)   

GROUP EFFORT SERIES

this imagines series is from my mcu + misc. side blog and i predict having a lot of fun with it in the future ; i'm writing it from a random thought i had during my hiatus when i got into the mcu fandom, it went along the lines of: i wonder how the avengers would handle babysitting a baby like Jack-Jack from the Incredibles -- i slapped my love for single mother reader tropes on it and this imagines series was made!

THE PRINCESS' SEVEN MERCENARIES

after getting into the mcu fandom during my hiatus, i also fell in love with many of Chris Evans' characters and started reading fics about them too, combine that with my love for fairy tale aus, drawing inspiration from a writer with a phenomenal nsfw fairy tale series and you get this snow white au series with seven of my favourite Chris Evans characters (。>\\<)♡

damn... look at this list makes me realise how much i've written this year despite my hiatus -- i need to give myself more credit since half the time i feel like i'm not writing enough omg! thank you so much for prompting me to do this, my love!

[theficpusher]

Soul by roaroftheninth | T | 4772 Liam tosses a grin back over his shoulder. “What are you going to do when I’ve gone and there’s no one around to drive you round the bend?” Louis’ bike coasts to a stop. It happens so slowly that by the time he’s at a standstill, Liam is far ahead, up by the curve. “I’ll forget.” Liam stops much more quickly. They’re alone in the dome; their private conversation can be held across thirty feet of open space. “You’ll what?” Louis watches him. “I’ll forget,” he repeats. “Not the way you forget things, when you can’t pinpoint them but you still carry them in your heart. I’ll just have my hard drive wiped.” Or: Louis is the medical android tasked with taking care of Liam in a world after nuclear war.

Will You Still Call Me Superman by el_em_en_oh_pee | T | 6370 When Harry opens his locker, there's a box wrapped in blue tissue paper, wound messily in a skinny white ribbon, just sitting on top of his textbooks. A piece of paper taped to the top of the box readsTo Harry, Happy Christmas! I noticed how you're always chewing on your pencils in class so I thought this might help! -Your Secret Admir Santa xx In which Harry has an overwhelming crush on Liam, the nicest, coolest guy in school, and his friends aren't very supportive of the pain his crush causes him. The jerks.

we speak in tongues and start to teethe by theamazingpeterparker | G | 8856 There’s a moment, a second, where Liam’s eyes are spitting angry. Bright gold and looking like he’s going to tear Louis’s throat out. And then Louis growls low and tightens his grip on Liam’s neck, leaning close enough that he can lay his sharpened canines on the pulse that’s jack-hammering in Liam’s neck. He could kill him. He could at least bite him, sink his fangs into the soft meat where his neck and shoulder meet as a reminder of who’s pack he’s interfering with, whose turf he’s on. It’s the first time that Louis misses it, for a heartbeat, blood flooding his mouth from more than just a scratch in a fight. Enough blood to satiate the full moon buzzing in his ears. Or, werewolf fight club.

FourFiveSeconds from wildin' by apfelhalm | E | 11366 "What about this one? He doesn't look too bad. I could take on, uh," he stops to look at the name, "Liam. I bet I'd stand a chance against Liam." Liam looks fit, well-trained without being too beefy, and perhaps a bit ridiculous, too, with his gold chain and a bandana hanging from his trouser pocket. He also looks fit fit and if this were a normal dating app, Louis would swipe right in a heartbeat. This isn't a normal dating app, though, and Louis has a bet to win. "So? Are you going to pick him or what?" Harry asks, grinning very much like a predatory shark. Or: the one where Louis and Liam meet through a Tinder-style fighting app.

written in my memory by carissima | M | 21646 Liam turns towards the voice. It sounds a bit like Harry, but deeper somehow. Huskier. He blinks carefully as he stares at Harry, who's half-sitting in the window, staring back at him. Or maybe it's not Harry, he thinks dizzily because this boy is taller, much taller than Harry is. He's also got longer hair, tucked back in a bandana, and he's wearing clothes that Harry would never wear; tight skinny black jeans and a loose black tee, silver chains around his neck hanging loose over his chest. Or the one where Liam has amnesia and he struggles to connect with the boys.

Your Lips On Mine by taecheeks | E | 56139 The situation is weird, like really fucking weird. Liam thought maybe he was hallucinating when he first saw Zayn in their apartment, exhausted from work or something. He thinks about Bradford a lot more than he probably should, always eager for the next time he gets to watch him. But when Niall told him about the other new roommate, Zayn, he never in a million years thought it would be him - even when Niall said Zayn was just his type and had silver hair. [Or the one where Zayn is a camboy, who likes to think about the fit mechanic with a liking for leather jackets and scruffy beards from uni during his shows. And Liam, the mechanic, who realizes his new roommate is Bradford, the man with the smooth skin covered in tattoos that Liam watches late at night with a hand wrapped around himself.]

Floating On The Water by scottmcniceass | M | 58206 Liam just wants to get through his last summer working at Malik Resort before University without incident. Of course, life is never that easy, and he ends up getting roped into giving the bosses son, Zayn, swimming lessons. That wouldn't be so bad, if Zayn didn't happen to hate him so much.

Crawling on Your Shores by juliusschmidt | E | 66631 "You're a mechanic?" Liam nods. Harry gives him another long, appraising look. This time it lingers on his hands. "Your nails are clean." The tips of Liam's fingers tingle. "Got laid off a month ago." "Sorry to hear that." Harry smiles, soft and small. ~ Liam is searching for direction, purpose, connection, and, ultimately, himself. Harry is searching for aliens.

Easy As All That (Go Around A Time Or Two) by sunsetmog | E | 84957 Sometimes the hardest part of growing up is figuring out who you are in the first place. Or: The one where Liam and Louis only kiss when they're on nights out, when it's secret, when there's no one around to see them. If no one knows you're having a sexuality crisis, that means it isn't happening, right? Or, or: Liam accidentally turns Louis' world upside down. A high school sixth form AU.

[darkwitchingflower]

ITS BEEN A WHILE but here's things me and my friends have said as pjo character pt 4/5???

Annabeth: That's not very feminism of you (@wraith--2)

Hestia: maybe build like a life size bread bloke (@carpcranium)

Leo: Feels like my toes are bleeding but it's just cause they're defrosting (@wraith--2)

Percy to annabeth: Nooo pookie don't leave ill get her a spider abortion (friend not on tumblr)

Annabeth: I thought I'd die before seeing common sense in this gc (friend not on tumblr)

Jason: It's not boring to want money and to not be even more mentally ill (@indecisivenb)

Leo: Sure bud (me)

Piper: Jesus was not straight (@wraith--2)

Some random camper in the dining pavillion: Hes staring into my soup (@wraith--2)

Leo: Everyone needs a piece of Leo (friend not on gc)

Leo: Me dehydrated: must not drink sex juice (@wraith--2)

Jason: Me and Percy cockfight like 3 times (@chefchennan)

Piper: Harry x hermione

Ron x jesus or smth

Luna x whoever tf she ended with? (Friend not on tumblr)

Mr D to someone being given a quest: You don't have a choice

They don't have a choice

It's equality all around (me)

Piper: Im not a people pleaser, im a woman pleaser (friend not on tumblr)

Jason (idk why but i instantly thought Jason): saggy balls? (@chefchennan)

Thalia: From your local asexual xx (@wraith--2)

Thalia: Homicide on Pinterest is an interest (@wraith--2)

Chiron: oh that's nice to see! A camper with a smile! (My criminology teacher)

Annabeth: ye I made percy smile by telling him I didn't like him in greek! (Friend not on tumblr)

Apollo: Will! Thoughts on be crime do gay?! (@carpcranium)

Thalia about Frank: Me and him are still friends we shoot kids together yesterday (@chefchennan)

Will doing some form of doctor test idk: I'm gonna skedaddle into your scrotum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: I f**king love garlic bread yummers. Its gotten so bad that I eat is everyday. I sweat garlic butter and shit out logs of bread. It's an endless cycle and I remake the garlic break with what I unleash (friend not on tumblr)

Percy to Annabeth (leo helped after frank found them in the stables): Thine eyes are blessed with the sight of her. Her.

Who I wake to every morning and think of

Who I dream of at night

Aphrodite has forsaken me yet she is my light

The waves will roar and crash

And I know, she is always up for a smash (@wraith--2)

Leo to literally any girl with a pulse: When I see her thoughts are gone

And all I can do is simply long

She could never be mine

Yet still I pine (@wraith--2)

Rachel thinking abiut percy: Days will pass and the sun shall set

All the while I'd place a bet

That I'm still there

Twirling my hair

Dreaming of something that was never fair (@wraith--2)

Thalia: is is the most fun I've had in ages, I'm trying to teach the bot aromanticisum (@wraith--2)

Thalia: As a matter of fact I am definitely aromantic but thanks for the suggestion (@wraith--2)

Leo, he meant to say floppy disks: Have you ever seen one of those floppy dicks-...🤏 (friend not in tumblr)

Mr D: Anyways orgies (@wraith--2)

Will to Nico: She's like nah, no love hearts have an onion were like Shrek now (me)

Percy: When I go to sleep I'm going to dream about gay sea creatures aren't I? (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: It's okay I'm a big girl I cry into my pillow (@wraith--2)

Annabeth: ohhh right in the trust issues (@thatonelazyghost)

[anincompletelist]

twenty questions for fic writers

thanks to @cricketnationrise @happiness-of-the-pursuit @kiwiana-writes

@ninzied @captainjunglegym for the tags friends! it's been a while since I've last done one of these so I figured I would participate again! xx

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how many works do you have on ao3?

56! (technically 60 though… 😏🤫)

what's your total ao3 word count?

1,248,687

what fandoms do you write for?

RWRB (currently) [ 1D and teen wolf (past) ]

top five fics by kudos:

but if you could see us from a distance you'd know I've always been so close to you - the og sex curse one shot

Something Borrowed, Something Blue - enemies to lovers at june's wedding

I'll bet it all on me and you, I'll bet it all you're bulletproof - coworkers trivia fluff

praying our bridges don't make waves - soulmates with a twist

kiss me like you've got nowhere to be - roommates to lovers fluff

do you respond to comments?

nowhere near as much as I'd like to! my capacity for social interaction lately has been... lacking, to the say the least ksjhdkshd BUT I SEE AND READ THEM ALL AND I HOLD THEM SO CLOSE <3333

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ooh I can't usually do angsty endings so I'm carving my own loophole here -- the first two fics in the sex curse series are definitely my most angsty endings before they work their shit out in the third skjdhsjkhd

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

most of mine do, but I'd say that overall the most fluffy ones are in the firstprince first kisses series!

do you get hate on fics?

I most definitely did in my old fandom but people have been generally very kind and supportive to me here so far! :')

do you write smut?

yes!

craziest crossover:

my george x firstprince hurt/comfort is very special to me <3

(but I also have a Jeff from bottoms x Shane from minx au in the docs so ksjhdhfjh that too)

have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not!

have you ever had a fic translated?

not in this fandom! but I have had some lovely folks record some podfics of my works! (here and here!)

have you ever co-written a fic before?

not for rwrb! (yet???? ksjhdkjhfkjh)

all time favorite ship?

I gotta go with fp! they got me like that niall horan ear crawling gif fr I'll never be the same

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

oh gosh I'm not sure. I HOPE I finish them all but I also have an obscene amount so ksjhdksjdhf not crossing anything off yet!

what are your writing strengths?

I think dialogue? it's always the part of my fics that I write first, and then I build the rest of the story around it. I hope it's a solid foundation!

what are your writing weaknesses?

there's a fine line between explaining and over-explaining and I think sometimes I fall into the second category skjdhkjhf. I love some introspection as much as the next guy but I'm working on only including details that feel most pertinent to the story.

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it! I think it can be so special and can be another way to connect readers with the characters and the story. I took Spanish all four years of high school so I'm a little rusty now, and studied French for a while a few years ago and just picked it back up recently! my translations aren't always perfect but luckily I've had some very kind people to check or point these things out for me :)

first fandom you wrote in?

..... hollywood heights sjkhdjkhgdfh

favorite fic you've written?

oh no. I am so bad at perceiving myself ksjhdjkdjfhg. I think each of my fics definitely served a purpose for me while writing them, but lately I've found myself returning to these three (I'm breaking the rules yes sorry):

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

there were pages turned with the bridges burned (everything you lose is a step you take) - diabetic!Alex

treading water in the deep, just waiting for the tides to meet -(soulmates)

but also there's a wip I'm working now which..... might take first place when I post skjdhkjsdh WE'LL SEE!

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PLEASE PLEASE CONSIDER THIS OPEN TAG IF YOU'D LIKE TO DO IT! with all of the tumblr nonsense and how behind I've been on here lately I'm all over the place with tags at the moment.

other tags (no pressure!): @firenati0n @nocoastposts @wordsofhoneydew @thedramasummer

@heysweetheart-writes @stellarm @suseagull04 @bigassbowlingballhead

@eusuntgratie @magicandarchery @read-and-write- @iboatedhere

@anchoredarchangel @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @alasse9 @itsmaybitheway

@getmehighonmagic @rmd-writes @sparklepocalypse

xx

[awsugar]

Hello, sorry if this is strange, but I saw you have facial piercings and I reaaaally want to get a nostril piercing (damn you, revenge era frank iero for ruining my life-)

Can you tell me a little about those in particular?? Most of my friends have septum piercings and I know the two are different in terms of pain and healing but also idk anything waaah !!

Love your blog btw, hope you're doing okay, sorry again if this is a strange ask !! 🥺xx

no that's not weird at all! Back In My Day (😭) nose rings were like the gateway piercing or like you know. even people who only got one thing for their nose pierced. to this day like everyone i know has one. i got mine pierced for my 16th birthday. so i would say that they're very beginner friendly to say the least.

i'm someone who like always did extensive research before anything. before getting a piercing, before i stretched my ears, before i got my first tattoo. there's a LOT of professional piercers on youtube and i think it would be a good idea probably to watch some videos just to get an idea and some information from that perspective.

but honestly they're really easy! definitely do your research as to where you'll be getting it done. a friends recommendation is not always your best option, and it may be! but you want to make sure wherever you're going is very clean, read the google reviews, these days most piercers are active especially on insta so you can see their body of work. also i would say ive learned that while you want to go to someone experienced, the number of years under their belt isn't always the best thing to go on. i've been pierced by a lot of people, and tbh in some cases the people who have been piercing for 10 years are more up to date on industry standards than the people who have been at it for 40 years and aren't willing to update their practices. like i said not always true but just do as much research as you can before choosing a place especially as it's your first! if you already have like stuff in your ears and have a place you trust then you can disregard all that 😭

but as far as pain, it's pretty easy. pain tolerances are different but i think they're much less painful than septums personally. you WILL cry just due to like an automatic reflex bc of the proximity to your eyes/tear ducts but it's over in a flash and it's not like sobbing bc it hurts your eyes will just start leaking lol. and i would usually instruct you to do whatever aftercare is recommended by your piercer, which they should definitely provide you with. these days they usually tell you to use a sterile saline spray which can be bought in the first aid section of most grocery stores or pharmacies. they SHOULD tell you all this but don't twist it don't play with it don't touch it while it's healing. you don't even need a q tip and that can actually get fibers stuck in there. just spray that shit at all angles while you lean pathetic and dripping over the sink FJEIKDLDL

like i said, they should provide you with all the information on how to best heal it. just do your research to make sure you're going somewhere professional and CLEAN! healing should be pretty easy as long as you mostly leave it alone, just be prepared to accidentally knock it a couple times while it's healing and yes it will hurt 😭 oh also be extra castigue with shirts and necklaces when you're getting dressed since you're not used to something there that your clothes can catch on !

good luck! i hope you love it, i have a lot of piercings but my first nose ring i have had for so long that it's literally like a limb atp, i could never take it out its part of my face forever

[gracehateseggnog]

the battle of helm's deep ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ legolas x oc

summary: while the uruk-hai army advances on helm's deep, talwynn searches desperately for the one thing that will allow her to fight: the hurbryn amulet.

pairing: legolas x fey!oc

word count: 11.4k

a/n: this is my first time in a LONG time uploading to tumblr, this oc was made for me and my gf but i finished this 10k oneshot and i was wondering if this could belong on tumblr. anyway, this is just one chapter of many i have planned, maybe i'll upload more as i go, maybe not! talwynn is a fey, i know that tolkien's lore with fey is simply the fact that they aren't really mentioned in the books, but i get a lot of things wrong in this i'm sure (only recently got into lotr + th), and this is really just for fun! xx

tw: lots and lots of gore. nothing super descriptive, but its a war.

gif creds: unknown

Rain began to pour from the sky as the armies of Elves and Men joined their forces for the first time in hundreds of years, soaking the soldiers from top to bottom, but their spirits stayed unchanged. They held their bows out atop the walls of the city, the tips of their arrows in a poised position, ready to shoot at the ever-nearing marching army of orcs, making their way from Mordor further into Middle-Earth. Their footsteps echoed throughout the canyon and up to the tip of the Misty Mountains, each step signed the death warrants of hundreds of them, but it was clear they had no mind for anything apart from the war Sauron had raised them from the dead for. Middle-Earth had to be defended until Frodo could destroy the Ring to Rule Them All in the deepest volcanic pits of Mordor, and finally, the archers of Rivendell and the soldiers of Helm’s Deep had held their alliance strong and true, leaving them with more protection they could ask for.

Legolas stood at the centre of a group of his people. The elves that came from Rivendell were not his own kin, but they were his people all the same. He looked at the onslaught of orcs heading theory way with no clear motive to stop until they decimated Helm’s Deep, where Sauron believed the Ring to be held. The elf had his own bow kept at his side, the army closing in on them becoming the least of the worries on his mind. Talwynn had buried herself in the mine and cave system of the city with the women and children in search of the amulet she had joined the Fellowship to find in the first place, leaving without a whisper of when she could expect to return, which worried Legolas greatly. She had her own family to return to, a brother and a mother back in the Fey Realm, he wouldn’t be able to be the one to break the news that she had passed during the valiant Battle of Helm’s Deep. 

Gimli stood directly to his left, standing on the tips of his boots to try and see over the stone brick wall, but ultimately failing and sighing, his dwarvish form too short to look at the thousands of torch lights emerging over the horizon. “You could have picked a better spot.” He grumbled, looking up at Legolas, who only smirked amusedly and looked back forward towards the oncoming army.

Aragorn took long, calculated strides across the wall, looking over every single elven soldier that had lined up, ready to fight. Legolas looked back towards his friend as he approached admirably; the future King of Gondor stood behind him and Gimli, there was no doubt about the fate that would come to him after the Ring was destroyed. They were confident in the army and in each other, but there were ten thousand of the orcs and only more coming, they knew their defenses would fall at some point, and the caves would be vulnerable. Legolas hoped Talwynn would find her amulet before that point, before she was left to protect the women and children of the village on her own, without any other soldier to assist her in getting them to safety. He had no doubt in her, but he had doubt in the village, in the armies they had procured, especially that of Rohan. Théoden King had only just been released from Sauron’s darkening grip, there was no telling if he could be grasped so easily by evil once again.

Their dwarven companion turned his gaze to look up at Aragorn, his hands holding tightly onto his shield and protecting his torso with it, since no chainmail in Helm’s Deep had quite the figure that would fit him. “Well lad, whatever luck you live by, let’s hope it lasts the night.” Gimli remarked to Aragorn.

Thunder began to rumble across the valley, illuminating the armies for a moment before enshrouding them in darkness again, the Uruk-hai’s torch lights reflecting in their eyes. Legolas turned his head to look back at the heir of Isildur, “Your friends are with you, Aragorn.”

“Let’s hope they last the night.” Gimli remarked.

Lightning burst across the land suddenly, striking down on a tree far off in the distance and alighting it into flame, burning its leaves as the influence of Mordor did to its own surroundings and land, telling Legolas of Sauron’s power continuing to grow, continuing to plague and grow across Middle-Earth. If they stood at Helm’s Deep and did nothing to defend themselves from the Uruk-hai, or simply ran to the hills and hid in Rohan, there would be no telling when Gondor would be seized, or even when his own home, Mirkwood, would fall deeper than it already had into the grip of Mordor. His life had lasted this long, it would be pointless not to give everything he had, all of his years to the people who truly needed it. He was unselfish unlike his father, there was no reward to reap from Helm’s Deep despite his protection of it. Perhaps there was a small part of him who wanted desperately for Talwynn to find her amulet for reasons other than to allow her to fight amongst the elves and the Men, but he did not allow that to stop him from assisting his people.

With a pat on Legolas’ shoulder, Arargorn continued to make his rounds across the wall, starting to shout out instructions in elvish to the Rivendell soldiers. “Dail ú-chyn, Ú-danno i failad a thi; an úben tannatha le failad!”

Show them no mercy! For you shall receive none!

A tight roar came from the Uruk-hai leader, stilling the entire Isengardic army in their tracks, not many leagues away from the walls of Helm’s Deep. Each and every one of the orcs held a long metal spear high in the air, undoubtedly crafted in the millions by Saruman’s workers to keep the tens of thousands of suicidal orcs protected and aggressive. Legolas thought to Talwynn as a burst of lightning filled the sky, shortly followed by the rumble of thunder in its wake. She wouldn’t be able to return to the battle as long as this weather kept up and she was still missing the amulet, which worried Legolas just as much as it relieved him. That selfish part of him that only wanted to see her safe wished she would keep into the caves with the other civilians unable to fight in the Battle for Helm’s Deep, but he knew she had the same relationship with her fey people as he did the elves of Mirkwood; she would do anything and everything in her power to return to them with glory and granted protection to their place amongst Middle-Earth.

Beside Legolas, Gimli reached his head as far high up as he could, peering over his shield and straining to take a look at the Orc army across from them. “What’s happening out there?” He asked the elf, leaping up a few times, but his eyesight never making it across the wall.

With an amused smile, Legolas replied, “Shall I describe it to you?” and turned his head downwards to look at his dwarven friend through the thick rain peltering across his hair and skin. “Or would you like me to find you a box?”

Gimli met Legolas’ eyes for a moment, his face pressed into a frown, before he let out a dwarvish chuckle, his eyebrows raising and disappearing beneath his helm as he looked back to the battleground, or rather, the stone wall that shielded his view from the battleground.

Another war cry ripped out from the Uruk-hai leader’s lips, giving a mysterious signal to the other Orcs that did not manifest in their usual Black Speech dialect. Instead, it seemed they had begun communicating in battle and animalistic shouts that got their points across faster, that or they simply didn’t know Black Speech. With the unclear instruction from their leader, the Orcs began to roar in response to the army standing across from them, bows equipped and ready to shoot Mordor’s army they had brought into the once peaceful lands of Helm’s Deep and Isengard. The sound of scraping metal clashed against Legolas’ sensitive ears as the Orcs readied their weapons, slamming the hilts onto the grassy ground and echoing out a nearly harmonic beat of metal against the mix of rock and dirt on the floor. The elf could nearly hear the troubled cries coming from behind him and from inside the cave system that hid the general population of Helm’s Deep, and another strike of hope for Talwynn’s safety electrified him.

Before Aragorn or Théoden King could call the armed soldiers to send out their arrows and throw spears, one of the old men standing next to Haleth, Aldor, let his hand tremble, his fingers letting go of the arrow tapped onto the front of his bow. Legolas followed the projectile with his eyes, watching intently as it lodged itself into the neck of one of the Orcs, sending the Uruk-hai into a collapsed state, its body crumbling into its fellowship behind it. It let out a foul groan at the pain before its last breath left its lips, and the soldiers surrounding it dropped the body to the ground. There was the main difference between the two armies, one had no remorse or compassion for their fallen comrades, whilst Legolas knew the people surrounding him would care for him much more than to allow his body to drop so carelessly if he was to receive an arrow anywhere in his body, let alone in such a fatal location such as his neck, and he also knew he would do the exact same thing for the soldiers, Elven or Men, that stood beside him.

“Dartho!” Aragorn cried out, holding his left hand up and stopping any more arrows from escaping the bows of his men.

Hold!

The third and final war cry rang out amongst the valley, instead followed by the crushing sound of the bottom of their spears against the once green earth, now tainted with the blood of Mordor. The mass horde of orcs began to cull the land beneath them brutally by slamming their weaponry into the ground, the horrible noise of their screeches and bites of meaningless anger sending the message of their newfound aggression into the hearts of those that stood in Helm’s Deep. It had only taken one to die, one man to slip his hand from his arrow and kill one of the Uruk-hai for them all to rejoice, to be able to return to Mordor surely victorious with the tale on how they had no need to strike first to begin combat. The orcish leader let out another roar and thrust his brute spear into the dead of night, letting the stains of blood wash off from the rain before commanding the Orcs to fall forward into battle in the savage language of Black Speech. 

“So it begins.” Théoden King remarked, his eyes reflecting the blaze of the might of the Orcs in their torches as they ran towards the walls of Helm’s Deep.

Unmoving, Aragorn shouted, “Tangado halad!”

Prepare to fire!

Legolas notched his arrow against his bow, and never had he been so sure of something he had been a part of. For years it had been his father, in between and before and during the years of the Lonely Mountain’s siege, when he ran alongside Aragorn in Rivendell, or even when he had joined the Fellowship of The Ring to save Frodo and Middle-Earth from their perils, sending him to continue the fights Mirkwood hadn’t started, but had means to end. His nimble fingers grazed the tail of his arrow as he looked upon his scope of the Uruk-hai army, breathing evenly in anticipation for the moment his crownless King would give order to let go, to begin the fight that had already started from the sacrifice of a slipped finger. Legolas was standing alongside Gimli, a dwarf he called his friend, for the sake of an alliance he once had no hold of, and he knew that though he held himself in brevity, his father would shake his head. Mordor would have no reign over those going to the Undying Lands, but to Legolas, Middle-Earth, and most importantly, those who lived inside it, was more important to him than any kind of immortality.

“Faeg i-varv di na lanc a nu ranc.” Legolas murmured to the Elven soldiers that surrounded him in Sindarin, his eyes unwavering from the target of the Uruk-hai army that only grew closer to the walls they shrouded the civilians in.

Their armour is weak at the neck and beneath the arms.

Finally, as the Orcs lay only a few leagues away from the city, Aragorn cried, “Leithio i philinn!”

Release the arrows!

In that moment of kinghood, every single Elf, Dwarf, and Man that stood on the holds of Helm’s Deep released their arrows and throwing spears with an echoing sound of metal against metal, the armour of each soldier scraping against its own pieces in order to allow the movement of its holder. Hundreds of arrows, including Legloas’ as he let go of his, melded with the rain that fell from the sky and pummelled down onto the army, slotting themselves deep into skin and some knocking against armour and pathetically falling to the floor in a heap. Legolas kept his eye trained on his own arrow as it embezzled itself into the neck of an Uruk-hai, but grabbed another immediately from his quiver, propping it against his Elven bow and awaiting another instruction, just as his fellow allies had done beside and across from him. Bodies of the hundreds collapsed to the ground, but the army of Orcs did not stop for their fallen friends, and it seemed their rage only grew at the sight of their own decimation.

Gimli looked up at Legolas, “Did they hit anything?”

“Are you sure you do not wish for a box, my friend?”

“Give them a volley!” Théoden King commanded.

Gamling, the soldier standing behind Théoden King at all times, raised his armoured hand above his head, then struck it down with a cry, “Fire!”

A repeated shout rolled through from one of the Helm’s Deep soldiers in reply, “Fire!” and the arrows were released in the same manner again, though the Uruk-hai never stopped despite their culling, and only seemed to replace the fallen with those who were well enough to continue fighting in their place.

Another shout from Aragorn ripped through the army, “Fire!” and the Elves shot again, their fingers beginning to slip against the bottom of their arrows from the mix of sweat and rain that continued to pelter them.

“Send them to me!” Gimli impatiently shouted, riling himself up and bouncing on the balls of his feet. “C’mon!”

Soon enough, the arrows of the Men and the Elves did little to combat the attack of the Uruk-hais, and their crossbows began to fire up to the large opposition army. Legolas watched as his allies began to fall slowly, some caught in the neck by the twisted and poisoned arrows of Mordor, others slipping from a nick of the tip of a spear and impaled by the Orcs that held their weapons and prowess high. Some men fell down the stairs, others into the pit of Uruk-hai to be barbarically killed in ways that would only be acceptable to the terrible race. A flicker of reflection from the moon caught both Legolas and Aragorn’s eyes as a new horde of Uruk-hai approached, holding a long, wooden object in between the groups that rushed through their own crowds, trampling over their own dead in haste, unholding of weapons but growling and crying out manically all the same. Legolas released another arrow into one of them, but it did not stop the rest from continuing with their mission; they were trying to get up the walls of Helm’s Deep.

“Pendraid!” Aragorn shouted.

Ladders!

“Good!” Gimli  yelled, bracing his axe and shield in front of him.

As the Ranger and the Dwarf spoke, the ladders of the Uruk-hai came crashing down onto the stone walls. Their barbaric weapons held high in the air, they growled and cried as they lept up into the kingdom, besting even the Elves who had lived thousands of years longer than them, and had released more arrows from their bows and sliced more enemies with their swords than the amount of meals the Orcs had eaten in their lifetimes. It was still hopeful for the allies of the Fellowship, no matter how many soldiers seemed to fall atop the walls and collapse in bloody heaps, the crude axes and hammers the Orcs wielded creating forever marks even in those who hadn’t perished. There was no way they knew how to get into the safely kept Helm’s Deep mines, and even then, Legolas was assured that the defenseless hadn’t gone without defenses. A newfound breath of air and rain flew through him, and he began striking his arrows of fear into the hearts and necks of his enemy Orcs.

“Swords!” Aragorn roared, and every single Elf retracted their bows and arrows and unsheathed their primary weaponry, including Legolas, who grasped a tight hold on his dual long knives, one held in each hand. “Swords!”

“Good!” Gimli smiled, and began to swing his axe across the chests of the Orcs.

The rain didn’t stop on their poor, aching bodies as the Uruk-hai began to fall, their tough skull-like helmets bent inwards and outwards in their attacks. Aragorn dipped beneath the stone wall level for a moment to catch the upper hand on one of his attackers, sliding his own large sword into its abdomen before piercing another Uruk-hai that had thought it had caught the crownless King in a moment of weakness. Legolas slid his knives easily into the necks and heads of the Orcs that tried to best him, kicking them across and off the walls of Helm’s Deep for any extra measure he needed, some even ended up wailing and landing atop their allies’ weaponry. He found joy in fighting, often, and this battle was no other beast to swallow, other than the fact they were outnumbered, which had a simple solution. All they had to do was win, and keep the mines of Helm’s Deep protected from Mordor’s Uruk-hai at any cost to prevent the killing of civilian life, and the killing of Talwynn.

“Legolas!” Gimli shouted with a widespread grin on his face, his axe and face bloodied as he held up two fingers of his right hand towards the Elf. “Two already!”

Knowing immediately that the Dwarf was talking about their ever-continuing battle between who could gather more Orc and Goblin kills from the battle, Legolas smiled and slammed the side of his bow into another Orc. He always enjoyed competition. “I’m on seventeen!”

“Huh?” Gimli exclaimed breathlessly. “Argh! I’ll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!” With newfound rage, he threw his axe in between the legs of an Orc who had just finished scaling the wall to the side of him, watching with glee as it fell to a heap on the ground.

Legolas unsheathed his bow once more, dropping his knives to their holders on his pants and returning to what he was simply best at in combat; archery. “Nineteen!” He cried with an ear-to-ear smile at Gimli.

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Talwynn could hear the cries of battle on the outside of the mines where she resided, bumbling with a nervousness that made her entire body shake, though that could have also been the simple movement of the cannons firing that echoed through the caverns. Her entire body was soaked to the bone from the rainwater, her wings weighing her down desperately and making hovering in the heights of the mines a tremendous task, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like to mix that feeling onto being on the battlefield, slaying hundreds of Orcs like Legolas was, but she wanted to. The amulet was hidden somewhere in the first layers of the Helm’s Deep mines, she was sure of it. She didn’t have a single moment to be unsure, even, as she spared a longing glance at the shortsword her Elven comrade had left her, balancing across one of the rocks near the furthermost exit of the caves. She was a soldier, and she only needed to find one stupid pendant to get out there and name herself as one in front of the Uruk-hai army.

One of the rocks that her tiny fingers pulled apart had to hold the amulet inside, every shine she saw in the corner of her eye as it reflected against the droplets of rain on her eyelashes were looked at, and every too sick elder and too young child was asked to keep a lookout, even if their eyes were never to open. Talwynn’s skin began to scrape as she pulled apart cracks in the walls, her gaze darting between unmined diamonds and trinkets that would mean nothing to her nor to Helm’s Deep unless they could pull themselves out of the fight they had found themselves at war in. She bit back the pain of every drop of water that fell onto her wings, nearly sending her tumbling back if it weren’t for her vice grip on the rock wall and her intense training for weather just as this, but if the rain on the outside worsened only further, she feared she would become of no help to her friends at arms. So she continued her search, dipping down to the ground level of the mines and searching amongst the crowds of confused and cold citizens.

“Talwynn!” The angelic voice of Lady Éowyn called, her voice echoing through the chambers, but depleting as it furthered due to the mass of bodies in the mines.

“Lady!” The fey called back.

Lady Éowyn was beautiful by any Man’s standards, but she was frightened, and Talwynn worried for her equally at the sight of the second-in-place to the Helm’s Deep throne. Her blonde hair was dirty, her face covered in soot, ash, and sick, and her hand was cradling a young boy’s head beneath her, caring expertly for one of the soldier’s children, there was no doubt. Talwynn supposed she looked no more beautiful in that moment, though, as her hair was darker than Éowyn’s, yes, but it was nearly blackened, and her wings could barely keep her and her tousled adventuring clothing afloat, even with the Elven cloak Galadriel had given her kindly when they passed through Lothlórien. She knew she was no lady by any Man or Elf standard, but she didn’t usually look so disheveled and out of sorts. This was a new kind of situation for most there, though, and worrying about fruitless things such as appearance was unwanted and unneeded when a war was being fought on the outside.

“What’s happened?” Talwynn inquired, slotting her feet down on an outcrop of rock in front of Lady Éowyn’s eyes.

“The ill are getting weaker,” Éowyn cried. “When the soldiers return from the outside with wounds and scrapes worse than the cough that lingers here, what shall we do? There will be no Helm’s Deep nor Minas Tirith to rebuild!”

“The Elven army is out there with the brave soldiers of Men, Lady. They have the hope of Middle-Earth atop them, even if Gondor is unwilling to call to command.”

“Wilfred is worsening, he is one of our greatest nobles. If he has fallen, the bravest of the Men, who will prevail?”

“We will, Lady. You must believe that to be true.”

“You are not Gondorian.”

“Nor am I of Helm’s Deep, yet I am still here. Mordor’s army would not reach the Fey Realm for many years still to come after this siege, and my people and I would surely have enough time to take boats to the Undying Lands before their darkness took hold, but we are fighting. I would rather die in battle, only to be remembered through Elvish and Entish song in hundreds of years, than to shrivel and cower at the sight of Sauron’s eye, whilst two hobbits are challenging everything they know to save not only their own, but all of Middle-Earth.”

“Sir Boromir—”

“Sir Boromir died for the noblest of causes, and though I did not know this man you speak of, Wilfred, he will die for the cause of nobility if he must, because that is the task you take when you give yourself to rank. From what I hear, his brother, Faramir, is more than up to the challenge of taking the Stewardship from Gondor, if the heir of Isildur does not choose to take the crown upon himself.” Talwynn bit her tongue back to say Aragorn’s name. In truth, if the Steward of Gondor knew of the Ranger’s inherent right to the throne, he would surely willingly give all of Middle-Earth to Mordor’s reign, just to see himself in power. “Our fighting is not done, and it will not be done, even if our feet do not touch the barren lands of the battlefield, we will be here, and we will fight for the sick and the ill, and those who do not get the chance to fight against Sauron like we do.”

“You do not fight.”

“I do not have a choice in the matter. I am a soldier, like you, Lady. I wield a sword and shield, I swear oaths to protect my kin, even if they may not come after me in the event of my death, but I do not belong on this battlefield. The treasure that will bring me to my war is hidden amongst the rocks in these mines, but I do not disregard myself for being of no use when I know I am. You and I both are protecting these people, and that sword,” Talwynn pointed with her arm towards Legolas’ Elven shortsword, still balancing against the rock wall, “Will wait for me until my time to fight comes. For now, I stay, and I help you with what you have been tasked to do, and we contribute to this war in the ways we know we will succeed in. You are headstrong, Lady, as I am sure your father and brother have told you. It is a good thing, but you must know when and where not to place your judgement.”

“And what of Legolas? Do you not wish to be out there with him?”

“Of course I do,” Talwynn admitted, her eyes wandering from Lady Éowyn’s to fixate on her betrothed sword, then to the exit of the mines. “But there is a place for even the smallest, I’ve learnt that through my many years of training.”

“This is all so new to me.”

“And that is not any fault of your own. Learn and grow, that is all any of us can do. This journey has taught me more than I ever thought I’d know, and I’m confident you will grow, too. Probably to become much more than I will.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not the best with advice, you’ll have to forgive me.”

“You should give yourself more credit.”

Talwynn smiled, but didn’t acknowledge Lady Éowyn’s compliment, instead turning to the man laying next to her, heaving breaths and eyes fluttering. “Who is this?”

“Sir Wilfred, the man I mentioned earlier.”

“Is he alright?”

“There’s no telling. I have the hands of a shieldmaiden, not a healer.”

With a kind and understanding nod, Talwynn let her feet lift off of the rock she stood on and she found her way down next to Wilfred, staying a decent few of her own paces away from his face in case his illness was something passed through the air. “Sir?” A low grumble came from his lips of acknowledgement, and she knew he could hear her small voice. Out of her satchel, she pulled a small dose of Kingsfoil. “There is infectious grossity in the air of the caves, the orcs are surely the cause. These weakened bodies suffer from a mere breath of the Uruk-hai.” Talwynn explained, reciting what she had learnt from her father and Aragorn in their short time together.

“What will the herb do?” Lady Éowyn inquired.

“If the orc sickness can be destroyed at the root by the Kingsfoil, the colour will return to his cheeks despite the cold and damp of the cave. If not, the herb will at least hold off the cold shakes and the murkiness in his head.” Talwynn landed her feet onto the man’s chin, opening his lips delicately and slipping a chunk of Kingsfoil between for his body to melt down and digest. “Most of these people will need some, but what he has is all I brought, and there is barely enough in his mouth to fend off the ill.”

“These people… they all have this orc sickness?”

“That is what Aragorn told me,” Talwynn replied, looking up at Lady Éowyn, barely managing to miss the stifled expression of hope at the uttering of his name on her face. “But only time will tell. The Gondor House of Healing may become their home if the battle lasts, assuming they have Kingsfoil in their gardens.”

Lady Éowyn nodded. “They do.”

“At least there is that.” Talwynn nodded with a worried, but reassuring glance. 

A glint caught the fey’s eye before silence could become the trio, just a flicker of reflection of light from the stalagmites above, but it was enough for Talwynn’s eyes to widen. She stepped down from Sir Wilfred’s chin, landing delicately on his exposed collarbone. Beneath his tunic was a chain of a necklace she hadn’t seen before, and she knelt down to lift it up into her hands, the weight heavy on her fingertips yet barely noticeable in comparison to the deep pit pulling against her chest. This was a kind of feeling so foreign, but her head buzzed with nostalgia, with a sense of belonging she only felt when she was in the Fey Realm. She couldn’t place the feeling, it wasn’t the same kind of fluttering when she saw Legolas, perhaps it was what being drunk on elven wine felt like, or on dwarven ale. All she knew was that her chest felt heavier than wielding a human-sized longsword, and her lip quivered, her mouth letting out a gasp of hope as the necklace continued to lift up from underneath Wilfred’s tunic, a sparkle akin to the colour and look of her wings manifesting around the centre of the jewelry. A song of her people rang through her ears as if a choir existed between each chain link, though only Talwynn’s small ears could hear the chorus:

The Spirit of Man has come to me, In the form of a beautiful dancing green woman. Her eyes filled me with peace, Her dance filled me with peace. The Spirit of Man has come to me, And has blessed me with great peace. Her eyes fill me with peace, Her dance filled me with peace. The Spirit of Man has come to you, Int he form of a beautiful dancing green woman.

“Valar…” Talwynn sighed, the cord wrapped in her chest bursting at the sight of the amulet in her hands, beautiful and colored as the very green that surrounded the forests in the Fey Realm. The Hurbryn Amulet had found her. “May I serve your honour well, wielders of the sword in my home, now lost.”

The words given to the fey had finally dawned upon her. The Hurbryn Amulet was never to be found amongst rock, that was not the “hidden darkness” they were tasked with, no. Talwynn had gone through the darkness to find this very necklace, she had taken lives, she had faced orcs, trolls, Saruman, Sauron, blizzards, and anything that manifested within the darkness in Middle-Earth. Of course it was hidden to her, she was too blind to realize that joining the Fellowship revealed everything to her, and revealed that the Valar had put the amulet in the Realm from the very creation of the world. She could cry with relief, but her eyes would not allow her, and her chest raced, pulse beating loudly in her ears as her head turned to the door to the battle. That world, out in the pillaged fields of Helm’s Deep, where Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn fought with bows, axes, and swords was where she was meant to be from the very beginning, even Gandalf had known that despite her kindness and size, she would make it to the battlefield to fight, no matter when her gift of the amulet came. Her place was out there, defending her people as she had been trained to do since she was a babe. She belonged somewhere, and it wasn’t in the Fey Realm, it wasn’t as a wandering traveller, or a lost fey finding her home in various woods, it was here, amongst her friends.

Talwynn’s gaze turned to Lady Éowyn, her hands warming from the amulet. “Lady?”

“Yes?”

“Please grab Legolas’ sword.”

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“Seventeen! Eighteen! Nineteen! Twenty! Twenty-one! Twenty-two!”

Legolas bit back a grin as Gimli stood atop one of the stone ledges of Helm’s Deep, swinging his axe back and forth, each time slicing into an Uruk-hai and counting with a loud shout. No matter if he drew blood, the sheer force against their bodies pushed them off the edge and their ladders, sending them plummeting to the ground, and most often, staking them onto one of the other orcs’ spears. The blonde elf knocked another three arrows to his bow, releasing them nearly as soon as they had been placed against the wood, slicing through the heads of three orcs and sending them to the ground. When he could feel (and smell) the grotesque presence of an enemy behind him, Legolas turned quickly in a whiz of platinum hair, braided kindly by Talwynn, and slammed the centre of his bow into the orc’s jaw, then another time against its temple for good measure. A slight amount of blood cracked against its skin, mixing with the downpour of cold rain, but the impact was enough to send it to the ground in an unmoving heap. He pulled another three arrows from his quiver, releasing them against his bow; one, two, three, and slamming the last orc off the stone wall with a sharp kick to the abdomen. Grinning as the flickering lights of the Uruk-hai torches began to dwindle with each arrow shot into their neck from both Legolas and the Elven army at his side, he couldn’t imagine anywhere he’d rather be; alongside his friends. Though, one, significantly smaller of those friends, was missing.

“Na fennas!”

Causeway!

Aragorn’s Sindarin cry came from below Legolas, and his neck and aimed bow aimed towards where he pointed with his sword; the entrance to the stronghold, the long bridge above the trenches now covered in a formation of orcs with their shields above their heads, deflecting flying arrows from above and inching closer to the doors. Tens of arrows were released from their bows in that moment, including Legolas’, as those standing on the walls to the side of the entrance managed to get a better point of attack, their arrows burrowing themselves in the orcs’ sides and sending them tumbling down. He knocked another arrow and released, another, release, another, release, his counting never becoming jumbled amongst his many thoughts. A clear mind was one of the most important aspects of the Sindarin fighting style, his fingers working in tandem with his head and feet and body, everything in complete rotation with the next. 

His keen, elven eye couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of a larger, crying light down the centre of the Uruk-hais, and Legolas turned to look at the blinding appearance. One large orc had split through the middle of the crowd, holding a flare-like torch above his head, sending plumes of blinding, white smoke into the air above. The orc screeched menacingly, warning all in front of his path that whatever was in his hand led to great importance, leading to the victory of the battle. Flames from his comrades’ torches licked its disgusting, warped skin and Legolas’ winning smile dropped as he released another arrow into the army parading into the front doors. One keen eye he kept on the centre beast, though, keeping a hard gaze upon it as it ran. The orc had a clear path towards the entrance to the city, to the mines, to Talwynn. How had the orcs found the grate so fast?

“Togo hon dad, Legolas!” Aragorn shouted.

Bring him down, Legolas!

Faster than the wind could brush through the leaves of a tree, Legolas turned his arrow to the orc with the flare, hitting him in the neck. Despite the small movement of it to let the elf know he hadn’t missed his shot, the orc continued on. He should’ve known the beasts of Sauron had no will to live. All they longed for was to fight, no matter their death, no matter the searing pain of a poisoned arrow in the centre of their jaw, all they cared about was to kill. Legolas shot another into the orc’s chest, pursing his lips into a deep frown as all the Uruk-hai did was continue on. What would be left of Helm’s Deep if the vulnerable on the inside died? What would be left of the Fellowship if Talwynn died, before she even got the chance to become human? Legolas tried not to think about it as he aimed another arrow at the orc, sending it into his head, only for it to be knocked against its helmet at the last moment. Its skin blended in with the metal and Legolas’ eyes stung with rainwater, it was becoming harder and harder to have hope of a victory.

Aragorn continued to Legolas and the other elven archers, directing them to the flare headed for the centre of the city, towards the women and the children. “Dago hon! Dago hon!”

Kill him! Kill him!

One more arrow was released from Legolas’ fingers, embedding itself into the orc’s neck, but it was too late. It took one more step and dove into the grate, the cloud of white smoke disappearing for a moment until the entire castle wall exploded above it. Tens of orcs died on the underneath, hundreds of elven and human soldiers sent flying across into Sauron’s crowd, dying on the stakes of spears or from the blast. Legolas was sent back from the impact of the smoke, a piece of debris lodging itself across his chest plate and sending him to the floor of the wall, his back hitting the stone and his chest filled with smoke. He breathed quickly and firmly, as he was taught, and despite the searing pain on his torso, he sat up, gripping tightly onto his bow to ground himself. Beneath him, Aragorn stumbled to rise, and the Uruk-hai began to make their way through the massive hole in Helm’s Deep. Behind Aragorn, the lower archers of Lothlórien, and Legolas found new strength at the sight of them, letting his wobbling legs stand up and the adrenaline to course through his body. On the other side of the break in the wall stood the remaining elven soldiers that had been placed there, along with Gimli.

“Brace the gate!” Théoden King called from the centre, and Legolas turned his head to see the smaller army of Uruk-hais, now holding a large piece of wood to try and break down the door into the city. “Hold them! Stand firm!”

Legolas knew his arrows would not last to the bridge, and his skill was needed in front of him, where orcs ran like madmen through the water-filled moat, infecting it with their disgusting warts and the pus that poured from their skin. Ignoring the pain that flared in his shoulders, the elf knocked arrow after arrow against his bow and sent them into as many orcs as he could, aiming for the head and wishing them a swift downfall. Yes, they were orcs, beings of Sauron that had no place on Middle-Earth other than for causing torment, and Legolas felt relief fill his body every time one dropped. But Legolas was also an elf, stitched to his faith in Ilúvatar and faith in nature. Every life he took he would ask forgiveness for, he would beg the land that had to take in their death and their blood to forgive him for giving the orcs to her, and to the sun in all her beauty, that had been forced to turn an eye to Middle-Earth because of Sauron’s wrath. He didn’t feel bad for the orcs with the Mirkwood arrows embedded in their necks and heads, but he felt great devastation for the earth beneath. 

“Aragorn!” A dwarvish voice called from the destroyed walls above, and Legolas’ hands stopped shooting as he watched Gimli stand up on his feet, running across the wall. 

“Gimli!” Aragorn shouted.

Gimli let out a loud war cry as he leapt from the wall, holding his axe above his head and slamming the blade against the many orcs he landed atop of. Without instruction, Legolas began shooting his arrows ruthlessly once more, his chest pulling in pain for what was surely the pain of his friend. Despite his past with his father, Glóin, Legolas had become fond of Gimli, and the friendship and camaraderie between them was clear despite their constant competition. Legolas smiled at the thought, quietly thinking about how many more orcs had arrows plunged into their skin as their cause of death rather than the quite brutish dwarven axe his friend had such an odd relationship with. His mind wandered to his own shortsword, then to Talwynn, who still remained in the mines, to his knowledge. He hoped she was okay, and selfishly, that she hadn’t found her amulet as the battle continued. This was one he hoped she would stray away from fighting in. 

Aragorn held up his sword again, then pointed it to the Uruk-hai army ahead, instructing the elven army behind him. “Hado i philinn!”

Hurl the arrows!

“Herio!” Aragorn cried.

Charge!

With Aragorn’s command ringing in his head, Legolas bit back the pain and grabbed one of the Uruk-hai’s shields from the ground, tossing it onto the staircase that led down to the ground. He grabbed tightly to his bow, knocked an arrow, and leapt onto the shield, surfing it down the stairs with impeccable balance. Perhaps his father would be proud. He sent tens of arrows into the heads of orcs before sliding to the bottom of the staircase, jumping off the shield and pushing it forward, sending it into the chest of one of the Uruk-hai. Unsheathing one of his daggers, Legolas stabbed the orcs that were waiting for him at the bottom of the wall; one in the neck, another in the head, both falling into the murky water that didn’t remind Legolas of anything that was similar to the namesake at home. When the closest orcs were clear from him, the elf looked forward to where Aragorn stood, thankfully with Gimli under his arm as they fought valiantly with the elven army. Legolas let out a breath of relief.

Dressed in a dead soldier’s chainmail armour, Talwynn emerged onto the battlefield already bloodied, Legolas’ sword making its way into the stomachs of the orcs that had their eyes set too close to the mines. She was the size of a human for the first time, and the feeling of it made her lip curl into a smile, invigoration ran through her body, and her much larger wings fluttered behind her. Rain soaked through her blonde hair, dying it a darker colour as her years of training as a soldier finally came to fruition. Blood soon coated her body entirely, her face dirtied and wet, as she killed orc after orc, sending them to their early graves, their bodies melting into the small pools of rainwater and the sickeningly disgusting-smelling ground. Talwynn felt truly alive for the first time, despite the pain of her bruised body everytime she swung Legolas’ sword, despite the way her hair stuck to the dirt, rainwater, and sweat on her face, this was what she was born for.

“Aragorn!” Talwynn could hear Théoden King’s shouts from above as she pushed Legolas’ shortsword into another orc, sliding it quickly out before it fell to the ground and slicing another’s neck. “Fall back to the keep! Get your men out of there!”

“Na Barad! Na Baraad!” Aragorn yelled, then looked up to the walls above, addressing the leader of the Lothlórien army. “Haldir, na Barad!”

To the keep! Pull back to the keep! Haldir, to the keep!

Talwynn followed the instruction, fending off Uruk-hais that had found her amongst the crowds of themselves and making her way towards the keep. A flash of platinum blonde hair, marred slightly by the dirt and blood of war, caught her eye, and she cried out, “Legolas!”

He heard her. There was nothing that could have stopped him from hearing her. Legolas turned his head straight around, eyes wide in fear and emotions he couldn’t place. “Talwynn!” He yelled.

There, in the crowd of orcs and soldiers, stood Talwynn, not as tall as him, but a normal size for a human woman. Her wings towered over her head, his sword gripped tightly in her hand as she fought off the odd attacker, hair soaked in blood and rainwater. How long had she been on the battlefield, and him unknowing? He ran to her, and her to him. Arrows left his bow but all he could see was Talwynn, covered in the armour of a soldier, as she was meant to be seen, fighting off Uruk-hais. She was beautiful in the light of the flames and the moon, beauty unmatched to any elf, in his opinion. Talwynn looked to him with just the same admiration, even if the braids she had carefully woven into his blonde hair had fallen out, even if his skin was tainted with the blood of the orcs he had killed, the moon illuminated his face as if Ilúvatar had heard and received all his offerings, and had let Talwynn gaze upon his beauty in return. Maybe that was more of a gift to her. 

They met in the middle, and before any of them could exchange words or even breaths, Legolas grasped delicately onto the back of Talwynn’s neck, underneath her hair, and kissed her. Her knees buckled and she melted into him as everything she had felt about him in the last half year released to her lips, eyes shut, stomach fluttering as if her entire family had decided to flutter their wings in place of the breakfast (Lembas bread) she had eaten that morning. Legolas didn’t know what had come over him, all he knew was that the woes of battle seemed so insignificant when his lips touched Talwynn’s, and he let his other hand fall to her waist. The weight of the world, of the Fellowship, disappeared between them, replaced with currents running through their bodies, their breaths mixing, their eyes meeting as Legolas pulled away, his blue contrasting against her dark brown. Talwynn caught her breath with a heaving sigh,  her grip struggling to keep hold of Legolas’ sword in her hands as her body weakened. She hadn’t kissed an elf before. If this was what it was like everytime, she didn’t blame the romance writers of Rivendell.

“Faerië nín,” Legolas spoke quietly, letting his fingers caress the back of her neck and the hair that resided there. “Melin gin.”

My fairy, I love you.

Even though Talwynn had no idea what Legolas had said in his beautiful Sindarin, something in her chest told her. “I love you, my elf.”

“We must make haste.”

“To the keep?”

“Yes.”

“How many have been lost?”

“Too many to count.”

“I should’ve been out here earlier.”

Legolas placed a calm hand on Talwynn’s shoulder reassuringly. “You are here now. That is all that matters.” Talwynn nodded, and he turned to the bridge. “Gimli won’t wish to part peacefully from the battle.”

The elf and the fey, reunited, began to traverse the battlefield, the taller of the two taking his bow and arrow to the orcs that strayed closer and closer to the entrance of the castle, and the shorter slicing the Uruk-hai until they lay still on the ground, bleeding deep into the dirt. The rain didn’t let up on their skin and lashes, and Legolas particularly had issues with the droplets on his much longer eyelashes, blurring his vision at times and making him blink to get rid of the ailment. Talwynn was still finding her footing, but it wasn’t much different from being small, she had concluded. Her wings would still allow her to fly, perhaps not in such torrential weather, but she hadn’t tried yet. Unfortunately, the original thrill of both coming to her destined height and seeing Legolas after such a harsh beginning to the battle had worn off, replaced by the dread of what was to come for the group. What of Gimli and Aragorn? Haldir? She longed to stop time for just a moment so she could see them amongst the rain, in their battle glories without the stress of orcs surrounding them at every second.

Gimli was the first of the group to make himself known to Talwynn. “Lass!” He shouted, a grin on his face as he slashed down another Uruk-hai with his axe. “Not so tiny!” Though Legolas wanted to smile at the reunion, he couldn’t help but frown at the sight of the dwarf continuing to battle against the field of orcs without any sign of retreat.

“Indeed, Gimli!” Talwynn called back, sending Legolas’ sword into the abdomen of an orc.

The next to see her was Aragorn, who ran over from his station of attack. “We must fall back to the keep, we are losing too many men!”

“What?!” Gimli cried angrily. “No, we are winning!”

Talwynn cringed, the smell of dead elves making their way through above everything else. Aragorn shook his head. “Gimli, the women and children!”

“They will be safer if we continue!” Legolas and Aragorn exchanged a look, and both scooped Gimli’s arms from underneath him, not disarming him from his axe, but pulling with enough force to keep his feet off the ground, dragging his flailing body towards the keep, as much as it protested. “What are you doing?” He shouted. “What are you stopping for?!”

As they made their way towards the keep, Aragorn addressed the Lothlórien army’s leader from below, calling out to him to tell him the new instruction to fall back. “Haldir!” He cried again, repeating himself after seeing the blonde man continue to fight. “To the keep!”

This time, Talwynn could see Haldir nod at the instruction, then turn in front of him to slice through an Uruk-hai. Aragorn, Legolas, and Talwynn turned forward towards the keep once again, the two men pulling Gimli as he kicked and shouted, the woman continuing to take down orcs alongside her, dodging the dead bodies of friend and foe on the ground as they went. The stench of death was overwhelming, especially as it mixed with the orcs’ natural smell and blood, and the rainwater only exemplified it. Legolas struggled against the sheer strength and will of Gimli, narrowly avoiding the sudden attacks of the orcs with a swift step or Talwynn’s (Legolas’, if you recall) sword. They were becoming more and more desperate with every moment Helm’s Deep fought back, and though it was a hopeful feeling, that they were losing their tactics and having to range into their barbaric ways, their savagery was something to fear.

An earth-shattering cry came from Aragorn’s lips, deeply rooted in pain and despair. “Haldir!”

Talwynn glanced up to the Lothlórien man, only to see him fall from his position on the upper wall. She could almost feel the heartache and sheer horror Aragorn had felt. “Go to him!” She shouted, as if snapping Aragorn out of a trance.

“Let me fight!” Gimli didn’t need to struggle much against Legolas as he stampeded alongside Aragorn towards the wall, towards where Haldir had fallen.

“Talwynn!” Legolas yelled, and she turned back to him, and to where they had to continue towards the upper walls of the keep. “We will not fall.”

The fey nodded, and they continued together through the battlefield, fighting side by side as if they had been doing it since the summer of the Fellowship began in Rivendell. Every movement they made, perhaps having both been soldiers for their lives, or perhaps having known each other for so long and so well,—Talwynn didn’t know how to explain how Legolas and her knew each other, all she could say was that she hadn’t known someone like this in years. She wondered if he had before.—caused them to move in perfect tandem. They made their way to another set of stairs quickly, hearing the shouts of Théoden King’s men with orders to brace the doors, and some kind of assault from Aragorn and Gimli on the bridge that Legolas could make out from his keen ears (and the fact that Gimli loved loud war cries). It seemed like the battle had become a perfect balance; everytime the orcs seemed like they were losing, they would come back with an unexpected attack that put the scales at equal tides again.

“The ladders!” The fey cried, scaling the stairs ahead of Legolas and gaping at the sight of tens more ladders pressed up against the walls, including three much taller ones threatening Théoden King’s last position. “The ropes can be sliced—”

Talwynn’s words were cut short as she stabbed into an orc that had come up to the side of her, unfortunately spraying most of her chest in its grotesque blood, but Legolas got the just of what she was saying, and aimed his arrow at one of the ropes holding an incoming orc ladder. “This must count for tens.” He muttered to himself with a smile at the thought of Gimli hearing his eventual number of kills, then released his arrow, sending the ladder plummeting back down into the crowd of orcs, squealing at the impact of being crushed beneath their own kind.

“Gimli! Aragorn!” Théoden King shouted from where Legolas and Talwynn could only assume was the inside of Helm’s Deep’s castle doors towards the two fighting on the bridge. The two blondes looked down from the edge of the wall, catching sight of their friends slicing through Uruk-hais, but the orcs had no intention of stopping. “Get out of there!” The king cried, yet there was no way for them to continue on towards the inside of the castle, not with the incoming brigade. 

Legolas thought fast, grabbing onto one of the leftover ropes, cut and frayed from the orc ladders, but it would still work. Talwynn defended him and carved open the Uruk-hais that began to surround them as he ran to the edge of the wall, tossing it off and yelling, “Aragorn!” to get his Dúnedain friend’s attention, locked into the grasp of an orc, who also had a hold of Gimli.

With quick thinking, Talwynn grabbed onto one of the dead orcs’ scimitars on the ground, then, with one keen eye, (not keener than an elf, and still very unused to having her eyesight be so enlarged) threw at the orc in between her two friends, landing the blade straight in its face. “Quickly!” She yelled at them.

As soon as the Uruk-hai holding them fell in a heap to the ground, Aragorn ran forward, grabbing tightly onto the rope with one hand, and gesturing Gimli to hold onto his torso with the other. The dwarf hugged tightly onto the Dúnedain’s stomach, which Talwynn found a slight bit amusing, even as blood splattered across her face as she kept Legolas from an attack of another orc. He braced himself against the edge of the wall to hold both Aragorn and Gimli’s weight on such a lackluster rope, tugging tightly against the pressure as the two began to scale the stone wall, safely away from the attacking distance of the horde they had been fighting. That’s when Legolas began to pull, arm by arm, grunting and squinting his face in pain as he continued. He didn’t need to turn to see if he had an orc behind him, the sounds of Talwynn’s war cries and the matching curdling of the Uruk-hais’ screams of pain were enough to know he was well-protected by his fey lover. Lover. Even though the pain of pulling Aragorn and Gimli up and onto the wall was great, Legolas smiled at the thought that he could call Talwynn such words of endearment.

“Fall back!” Gamling shouted, his voice echoing through the halls of Helm’s Deep, and Talwynn’s heart dropped in her chest. They had lost hope for the castle, when would they lose hope for the mines? “Fall back!” He cried again.

Legolas panted as Aragorn was close enough to grab onto, and Talwynn left her station of defense to grab onto Aragorn’s shoulder plate, helping her elf pull him and the dwarf up onto the wall. Théoden King roared, “They’ve broken through! The castle is breached! Retreat!”

“Fall back!” Gamling replied.

“Retreat!”

“Hurry!” Aragorn called to the group, and led them through the crowds of soldiers on the walls towards the keep. Gimli followed, then Talwynn, then Legolas, turned fully to the other direction as he fired arrows at any orcs that dared to follow. “Inside! Get them inside!” He demanded to Théoden King, gesturing to the soldiers still fighting despite their grave wounds, despite that even the king himself had lost hope in their battle.

When inside, the company immediately began bracing the door. Talwynn and Legolas ran to the side of the room, picking up a large dining table and hauling it in through the door locks. Aragorn and Gimli picked up a large chunk of wood to do the same, while tens of soldiers that had followed them braced the doors with their bodies. The hall was beautiful, and Talwyn wished she had the chance to see Helm’s Deep in a better light, when the threat of Sauron didn’t have its eyes on the civilization, when the shops flourished and it wasn’t cursed by Mordor’s darkness, and most importantly, when orcs didn’t threaten its very existence. She stood tall at that moment. She had made it into a hall of men as a soldier, standing amongst some of the greatest fighters across Middle-Earth. It was all a bit stunning, really, but she had to remind herself to stay grounded, and she kept her eyes trained on Théoden King, who stood off to the centre of the room with Gamling. His eyes held no hope, his chest heaving with clear pain, and only then did both Talwynn and Legolas notice the blood seeping through his undershirt. 

“The fortress is taken.” The king sighed. “It is over.”

“You said this fortress would never fall while your men defend it!” Aragorn replied, running forward and grabbing onto a chair from the table Legolas and Talwynn took, who followed him to pick up the others. “They still defend it! They have died defending it!” He added.

“The doors aren’t strong enough to save the women and children from the brigade,” Talwynn cried, ceasing her actions and standing next to Aragorn, Legolas next to her. “They are falling ill, even the breath of the orcs’ on the outside has caused a plague, they are already too close!”

“Is there no other way for them to get out of the caves?” Aragorn asked the king, but silence came as his only answer. “Is there no other way?”

A moment passed, and Gamling shakingly spoke up, “There is one passage.” He began. “It leads into the mountains, but they will not get far. The Uruk-hai are too many.”

Another blow landed at the doors of the mines, they could all feel the floor shake beneath their feet from the impact. Aragorn placed his hand on Gamling’s shoulder and commanded, “Send word for the women and children to make for the mountain pass.” Talwynn couldn’t help but think about how much Aragorn looked like a king at that moment. “And barricade the entrance!” He pushed Gamling forward, towards the doors.

“So much death.” Théoden King sighed, shaking his head. “What can Men do against such reckless hate?”

The floor shook again, the door to the mines weakening at any moment, surely. “Ride out with me.” Aragorn answered. “Ride out and meet them.”

Determination sparkled in Théoden King’s eyes. Perhaps, for just that moment, he saw what Talwynn saw; the King of Kings. “For death and glory.”

“For Rohan, for your people.”

Talwynn looked to one of the windows, and for a moment, the crest of hope filled the room as the light of day did. “The sun is rising.” She remarked, and Legolas’ eyes followed her gaze. Then, she recalled Gandalf’s words:

Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east.

“Yes.” Théoden King nodded, sensing Aragorn’s sudden hope as a good sign, and Talwynn knew Aragorn had remembered Gandalf’s words just as she had. “Yes! The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep one last time!” The king of Rohan cried victoriously, though nothing seemed to have been won to him just moments before.

“Yes!” Gimli yelled excitedly, rushing to the steps that lay the horn of Helm Hammerhand.

Théoden King was the one to place his hand on Aragorn’s shoulder this time. “Let this be the hour when we draw swords together, fell deeds awake. Now for wrath!” Soldiers met them at the door with horses, one for each of them (except for Gimli, who remained as the horn-blower), and Talwynn and Legolas mounted theirs. Aragorn unsheathed his sword, separating from the king and jumping atop a horse. “Now for ruin!” Théoden King placed his helmet on his head and mounted his horse, Legolas knocked an arrow, and Talwynn held Legolas’ sword in front of her. “And a red dawn!” The mighty horn’s blow sounded through the entire castle, and gave hope to Helm’s Deep one last time. “Forth Eorlingas!”

One final blow destroyed the door in front of them, and hundreds of orcs spilled through the newfound opening, spears and shields in their hands as they cried out in victory, but this would not be the end of Helm’s Deep, even if they died defending its honour. The soldiers charged forwards on their horses, pummelling down the crowds of Uruk-hais with their swords sweeping across their necks, riding out into the new dawn and emerging to a sky with no rain, and the battlefield walls once again met their gaze. Legolas bathed in the sun, slaughtering orc after orc as they made their way down to the lower levels of Helm’s Deep, desperate to get towards the grand army once again. The bridge that had once held the brigade of shielded orcs became nothing under their company’s attack, striking down every Uruk-hai that stood in their way proved effective, and cleared nearly all of them off the bridge immediately. The Helm’s Deep flag flew high in the soldiers’ hands, and Talwynn felt a moment of remorse for not wearing an insignia of the Fey Realm on her. 

Halfway down the bridge, the sun seemed to part for a mysterious figure in the east, robed in white and atop a beautiful stallion, unrivaled by any other horse in Middle-Earth. “Gandalf.” Talwynn cried with joy, slashing through another orc beside Legolas. 

Another figure joined his side, with long, blonde hair and a helmet befitting of a soldier. “Éomer!” Théoden King cried his son’s name at the sight of tens of more Rohirrim soldiers joining his and Gandalf’s side.

“To the king!” The fighters yelled.

And with the final battle cry of the Rohirrim at Helm’s Deep, the soldiers basked in the golden sunlight began their fast descent down the mountain, shouting various instructions at one another as they met in the middle with the Uruk-hai. No matter the number of the orcs, they didn’t last a chance, and what remained of the Fellowship in the lands of peace continued faithfully down the bridge, using the light behind them to blind the orcs, searing their skin. No being of Mordor could stand the purity of the sun, and Legolas thanked Her for such a gift. Hundreds of orcs fell in heaps of blood and disgusting bodies at the hands of the Rohirrim in the centre, and Legolas and Talwynn stuck to one another’s sides on their horses as they sliced through the last of the Uruk-hai on the bridge, separating from Aragorn and Théoden King at the bottom. They killed hundreds, but Legolas could only smile as the Sun touched his face, seemingly clearing the hatred of the orcs. Talwynn smiled as he did, knowing how much the sun meant to his kind, and felt it against her face, as well.

The orcs began to fall back to Mordor, running as fast as they could from the Rohirrim, Lothlórien, and Rohanian soldiers. Théoden King was the first to shout, “Victory!” With a large smile on his face. “We have victory!” 

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When the last of the orcs faded into the distance, Legolas slipped from his borrowed horse, handing the reins to one of the stablehands to take back to its rightful owner. To his delight, Talwynn emerged from one of the city walls, just as bloodied and bruised as he, and dismounted her own, regarding the stablehand with the same request. Then, she turned to look at her elf, admiration sparkling in her eyes, and Legolas could only thank the Sun for reflecting off her face in that moment, twinkling her eyes and blurring the bruises on her skin from battle. Just for a moment, they felt normal, as if they hadn’t fought a battle that could’ve ended the both of them, as if a ring in the hands of a hobbit wasn’t dictating their future, and as if they weren’t divided by race, they were just each other, and that was more than enough. Legolas looked at her as if she was the Sun, though he should curse himself for making the unfaithful comparison, he couldn’t help it as she smiled at him, lips cracked and bloody. She looked so different from when he had seen her before, relatively clean from the thanks of small bathes in lakes and facing little war because of her small stature, now covered in dust, sweat, blood, (lots of blood) and rain. This was how she was meant to look from the very beginning, Legolas concluded, and he loved her in both ways.

“We did it.” Talwynn smiled, and stepped closer to Legolas, a hand reaching up to brush a stray platinum lock of hair away from his eyes. She’d have to rebraid it. 

Legolas simply shook his head, like his father, he was an elf of little words. He placed his hands onto her lower back and kissed her fiercely yet tenderly, surprising her clearly as she let out a short, chirpy ‘peep’. Talwynn quickly leaned into it though, and kissed him back, leaving her waving hands to rest on his shoulders as he lifted her up, as if to show the world (although simply just the crowd of Helm’s Deep) what the victory of the city was truly about for him.

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a/n: talwynn's poem is lisa thiel's spirit of the plants, edited to make it fit middle-earth a little bit better <3

[broken-bottle-chandelier]

Star Wars design studies and other doodles

Decided to just bundle up all the Star Wars doodles I had lying around from this year into one post since... it would seem the only way my brain knows how to get used to drawing things is by making either memes or just drawing the first thing that comes to mind...

Aaand that leads us to the word vomit section! (Enjoy the bonus sketches!)

Been trying to do a lot more studies as of late of things and one of my favorite mechanical designs, quite possibly ever, is General Grievous. I maaaay have a bias to it though because repetitive shapes in designs are my favorite thing and he is just... full of arrows and V shapes... Which is why drawing his full body, be it chibi, was really fun to do! Though that drawing definitely had some room to improve, I was just aiming for the overall idea of Grievous. Finding references of him that aren't from the front was definitely a fucking journey xx*xx ... I had been planning to do a study of the back of him as well but after cross-referencing 5 different photos of him to get the side view I was a liiiittle intimidated by that ahahaa... That being said, he is incredibly fun to draw, especially his little disc ear thingies Also yes, I am spreading my Grievous and EV-A4-D agenda around, you are powerless to stop me.

In between doing that, my friends and I were re-watching Clone Wars (2008) and got to the first batch of the Cad Bane episodes. And, though a little clunky, I'm incredibly intrigued by Todo's weird droid body type - how he finds balance is beyond me... Aside from having another shape-heavy design, I dislike Cad Bane's treatment of him and was compelled to draw him enjoying life because he deserves it. >:'[

And here's some bonus meme drawings of Grievous including the 2003 version being, as I like to put it, "reduced to juice". The Grievous ballin' one was just cause a friend of mine REALLY wanted to see Grievous playing basketball...

[issie-https]

𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹, 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑼𝑴 𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫

✧༺𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅༻✧

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑁𝑜

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑝．

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑠𝑒𝑥，𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦，𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒，𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝？𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 770 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠

I stared at the message that was lighting up my phone screen.

Calum: Come over? Xx

Me: Be there in 20 xx

Calum: See you then, gorgeous xx

Me and Calum aren't dating but we're somewhere between fuck buddies and friends with benefits. We would probably never make it official due to our somewhat "infamous rivalry". We'd exchange a couple bad words over the internet and everyone would lose their bollocks.

I put on a sort of 'skimpy' dress, a set of red lingerie, a pair of heels, did my hair and makeup and snapped a few pics. Some for Instagram and the rest for Calum's my eyes only folder.

I grabbed my keys and phone and headed over to Calum's. The whole drive there, one thing was on my mind, the fact that I need to tell Calum that we can't keep sneaking around. Yes, I love the sex but I can't keep pretending that I don't love him because I do. Whether he felt the same didn't matter at this point because our flirtatious "hate" comments could just turn real if he doesn't feel the same.

I arrived at his house and knocked on the door, taking three deep breaths trying to calm my nerves. "Hey up, gorgeous," he smirked, standing to the side and letting me in. "Hey, Cal," I replied. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. "Nothing. Outfit observation?" I replied, giving him a little spin. He just gawked at me, undressing me with his eyes. "Calum Thomas Hood?" I laughed at his stare. "Wow," he breathed. I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck, pressing my lips of his. He put his hands on the back of my thighs and slapped lightly, signalling for me to jump. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me to his bedroom.

He placed me down lightly on the bed, parting from me to catch his breath and remove his clothes. I sat up and removed my dress and heels, revealing my red set to him. "Just for me?" He groaned, stroking his length. "Just for you," I replied, palming my tit. He sat at the head of the bed and patted his lap.

I removed my panties, crawled over to him and straddled him, lining my entrance with his precum smeared tip. He let out a deep moan as I lowered myself on his cock, making more adrenaline rush through my veins. "Good girl," he praised.

I lowered my mouth to his neck, sucking love bites to the surface and marking him as mine and mine only. "F-fuck," he groaned, moving his hand down to my swollen clit and rubbing quick circles. Second by second, he dragged me closer to my orgasm, lighting my skin on fire.

I pulled my lips away from his neck and let out a loud moan. He removed my bra and lowered his mouth to my nipple, suckling on the sensitive bud. I laced my fingers through his hair and pulled on the dark locks.

"I'm s-so close," I whined. "Cum for me baby," he parted from my breast. I came around his cock, scratching my nails down his back and letting out a near pornographic moan. I continued riding through my orgasm until I was oversensitive but begging for more.

I pulled Calum's face to mine, locking my lips with his. "I'm close, hun," he groaned as he squeezed my thigh. "Me too," I whimpered in between kisses. He placed a few light slaps to my ass, squeezing the flesh after each one.

I felt him twitch inside me before releasing, burying his cum deep inside me. He moaned in my ear, making me cum on his dick for the second time. The mix of both our releases oozing out of me and down our thighs.

He pulled out of me and went to get a towel to clean us up. "Cal, can we talk?" I said quietly. "You already ready for round two?" He quipped. "No," I laughed, "it's about us."

"What about us?" He asked. "We can't keep doing this. All the sneaking around. I understand if you don't feel the same and that's fine but I love you, Cal. I-" I started. He cut me off my kissing me, knocking the air from my lungs in lust. "Y/n. How can you not have noticed? I love you too," he replied, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "R-really?" I sighed. "Yes, dummy," he laughed.

"So. You said something about round two?" I smirked. "I really do love you," he laughed.

[cinnamoodles]

heyy can I get a 🍓[strawberry dream] from the hp fandom: golden trio/lightning era (no poly stuff please)

I am a straight female Slytherin. I'm kinda mean but like to my really close friends and it can be considered banter (by them anyway) I am like really nice to strangers. I love drawing I take my sketchbook with me everywhere.

I am 167.5 cm (5'6 approx) tall xx

Trauma Dumping is a guilty pleasure of mine. I often make bad decisions like choosing friends but I have a usually positive influence on people around me and often tend to change them for the better.

I excel in maths and english and currently am working on getting a degree in maths and or computer science.

I am an infp-t. I'm introverted around almost everyone except like my really really really close friends. my super close friends are usually the negative influence type but I still love them because they understand me the best xx

I'm a pretty well behaved student but my friends most definitely aren't. My friends got told off like all the time in school whereas the teacher never had to give me any warnings.

I am loyal to my friends. I will fight for them. One example of that is both me and my (now ex) bff liked the same person and I gave them up for her xx

I get along with more males than females despite being a female myself.

I'm kind of an idiot sometimes and end up giving stuff up for people that would never do that to me. In fact my bff that I gave up my crush for actually sided with someone else. One thing you outta know about me is that I digress a lot so like you can ignore this paragraph lmao.

I feel bad for people easily and believe everyone deserves a second chance even b*tchy people (excuse my French)

I love art and music and am really good at drawing portraits if I do say so myself. I've been doing music since I was 6.

As for my appearance, I have a sandy/tan skin colour. I have naturally curly dark brunette (almost black but not really) hair.

My clothing style varies. For formal occasions I wear vintage ish clothes. I wear checked dresses with puffy sleeves and white collars (really specific because it's one of my fave dresses and I own one). I wear "cute" outfits like skirts and sweatshirts. I also wear jeans (apple bottom high waisted jeans own my heart) and I wear cargo pants with cropped tops far too often.

I wrote a lot absvsccsav

Sorry if that's too much xx

thanks for checking out the cozy cafe event !

i ship you with…

cedric diggory !

— the both of you are definitely enemies to friends to lovers coded, probably only becoming enemies because of something your friends pulled on his friends.

— you’re very loyal and caring, which he respects, and how you’re always willing to give people a second chance, no matter what they’ve done.

— i get the vibes that you’re better at supporting other people then standing up for yourself, so he’s your personal bodyguard (even if that isn’t true).

— he would listen to your rambles with literal STARS in his eyes and whenever you apologize for trauma dumping, he has to take a minute and be like ‘why are you apologizing? go on, keep talking’.

— MATCHING OUTFITS OH MY GOD they’ll be so cute because you dress so pretty and formal and he’s such a rich prep boy so your dress styles go along great.

— you trying to teach him art is so funny because he has no idea what he’s doing (its canon he told me) and he just wants to impress you so much.

— the banter is great because he’s a pretty flirty person, but he BLUSHES every time you make fun of him and his friends totally rag on him for being so whipped.

anyway, i hope you liked your 🍓 — [ strawberry dream ] and please apply again! this was super fun to do!

[femmefatalevibe]

What does it mean when a guy plays the staring game with you for 6 whole months but has never approached you?? What I mean is, he either 1) steals looks at me when he thinks I don’t notice (I always catch him from the reflections of glass or from my friends telling me), 2) holds eye contact with me 3) when he’s feeling brave enough, gives me flirty prolonged intense eye contact that it actually gives me butterflies 4) but theres also times when we’d meet eyes and he’d glance away???

To explain our dynamic the best : There was this one time where we had full on prolonged flirty eye contact w one another when we bumped into each other in the city (he was w his friends and i was with mine) and i remember getting the butterflies lmfaooo but then abt an hour later, we bumped into one another in the lifts of our uni building and it was just the both of us alone and it was like EVERYTHING THAT TRANSPIRED 1 HOUR AGO DIDN’T HAPPEN? He looked so closed off & aloof that it was so fucking painfully awkward. We both just flat out ignored one another & acted as if we weren’t just flirting w our eyes an hour ago 💀 It was so tense and uncomfortable i’d much rather have taken the stairs than get on that lift w him. It’s funny when u think abt how we know the other person exists and we’ve been fucking playing the staring game with each other for 5-6 months but put us in the same place alone together with no one around and we both act like we’ve never seen one another before. Is he playing with me? Why is he confident to do things when people are around/he’s w his friends but when its just the both of us, he goes all 😐 I want to approach him but idk how to even start & what if he’s not really into me like that…what if he’s just fucking w me…but why the constant staring? THE BACK & FORTH CONFUSES ME

Hi love! He sounds like he's either really shy, socially awkward, creepy, or some combination of the three. You can just initiate a normal conversation as friends to see if there's a mutual connection/spark. If you aren't feeling it or get uncomfortable at any point, feel free to make an excuse and calmly leave the conversation. Good luck!

Hope this helps xx

[onyxandemerald]

My Daily Read!

I've been so caught up cleaning up my inbox I've been neglecting my own daily read. Hekate's Day is tomorrow (!!) so I did this reading to reach out to her. Spread guides are here, this one is "Crossroads with Hekate" (but with my own personal spin!)

A handful of months ago I did a reading together with my family. The question was essentially "what do I bring to the table?" or maybe more like, "what niche do I fill in our relationship web?" Each of us pulled a card, and I barely remember what everyone else's were, but mine was Nine of Cups. I say 9 is my lucky number, and during that time I had been going through a strong period of emotional growth. I felt like this card was trying to tell me that my contribution to my family was my emotional strength and that if I just loved them hard enough, everything would be okay. Fast forward to very recently- many of these (found) familial relationships have fallen apart. Some of it I know is my fault, but I also feel like the majority of it is out of my control. Seeing it reversed in the space of the maiden makes me feel like I failed. I really did try my hardest but its just another reminder that I can't love the fear out of people who aren't ready to release that yet. I just end up screaming at walls. My own emotional wounds still need work.

This development has made me realize that I haven't been taking my values and boundaries as seriously as I need to, which has gotten me into this situation more than once. I've been minimizing myself to fit into another person's tiny expectation of me, again. I refuse to follow this path for even a minute longer. I'm using this dark event to destroy anything that stands in the way of my success and my fulfillment, and I am reconnecting with the things that bring me joy and fill me with passion. I think The King of Wheels is telling me that I am on the right path, and my values are real and true. That I need to honor myself more particularly. Maybe I do know what I'm doing. I would like to surround myself with more people who do the same.

And our good friend Ace of Snakes. I feel like I see a crone looking back at me, telling me to embrace this transformation, even if it is a difficult one. I haven't even moved yet and already I miss my friends. I feel invisible in my own home. Its time for me to shed this and find something new. There's nothing left here for me.

I always hate seeing Judgement XX reversed, too... "Who am I at this crossroads?" I'm scared, I'm unsure, I feel lost. Should I just get over myself and apologize? How do I know mental illness isn't lying to me again? Am I actually in the right here or was this entirely my fault from the beginning? I guess there's no way to know. I guess the only way out is to find out.

I have a real bad tendency to be lazy, and then when I realize how stagnant I've been, I freak out and overwhelm myself again. My Fire can be fairly unbalanced in this way. My path forward is paved with good ol' fashioned determination, passion, and hard work; Three of Wheels. If you want something that badly, you make it happen. I will work tirelessly until I find where I belong.

I do free 2-card tarot readings (anon on Moon Days) if you sign off with your favorite emojis! DM me for PWYW complex readings like this, or check out my Etsy store to support a starving artist in these trying times. Loving kindness 🐂🌻

[awalnutshell]

June 19th

i used to write what i called concepts, little vivid vignettes that served as an escape from reality. i remember writing about living in new york as a young adult, dreams of friends and lovers and art. now i am living it, not quite as i envisioned as a child, but something wonderful nonetheless.

let me write a concept now, or try to at least. when i was younger i wrote them with such palpability, describing the smells and sounds and textures of every thing until the vision solidified. ill try this again.

concept no.1

summer is in full swing now, with the fourth of july just a week away. the city is hot and sticky but the neighborhood is bumpin. i am sunkissed and bronze, my freckles on full display. i am drinking hibiscus ice tea and sunbathing on the roof this afternoon. the heat penetrates my bones and flesh and feels good. i have stopped wearing bras almost entirely, only loose fitting dresses. i buy them at the thrift store down the street. my husband and i have been practicing meditation for a bit more than a month now. i wake up early and sit on the sofa, taking deep breaths through my nose and silencing my mind... life is sweet and blissful.

i have blessed and steady employment. a couple clients i cook for, and two good jobs with good people and good money. i have had to learn to use my time more efficiently. i have had to study the art of discipline. i am growing and developing. i am getting stronger of body, mind and spirit. i have routines that i stick to that bring me great joy and a sense of accomplishment. i no longer compare myself to others. i am never bored, nor unsure of what to do with myself. i am living with less, clearing out all that which i do not need. my home is clean and tidy and organized. i pray all day, every day. i pray for clarity, creativity, vision and strength. i pray for healing upon everyone i meet. i pray for peace and prosperity. life feels like a movie again, i feel like a character in one of my novels. everything is aesthetic and beautiful.

i no longer wear much makeup, my skin is flawless and clear. i don't feel the need to hide the way i used to. i am healthy, wealthy, happy and wise, and it is all due to God. i find purpose and meaning in all things, every little detail of life appears to me as proof that i am loved. my partnership with Paul gets sweeter with each passing day, and i have faith that we will endure all the years that are to come.

i am in therapy, with a decent woman, it is actually helping. i feel as though each week i untangle more of the knots in my brain that have been holding me back for years. i am becoming a better writer. i am practicing. practicing violin, practicing writing exercises, practicing patience and gratitude, practicing piety, practicing self love and self discipline, practicing french and spanish, practicing being a better partner. life is so perfect and i know that God has gifted me this. my blessings are mine and aren't going anywhere. i am safe. i am protected.

xx

[askinkiskarma]

im here to vent q lil lol coz idk who else to say this to but

idk rn i just feel soooo undesirable in both platonic and romantic way likei feel like an ugly duckling in my friend group but ik its not true like im literally on a girls trip with them but it's just like itd be more fun for them if i wasn't here.

and my bf has been making me sad not that hes doing anything wrong just that i see my friends relo with her bf and ik its different coz they aren't long distance but he talks to her all times of the day and all my bf does is make excuses on why he can't call. he hasnt even told me his full name and uts our three months tmr like r u serious. it feels like he doesn't care at all. but i don't want to bring it up because i hate even a little conflict plus all he does is just keep sayibsorry. its just hard and i wanna make us work because then all my friends would reiterate how they never thought it would work in the first place

n e way ilypoookie

omg baby kay, i love hearing you from you so much, and i'm so sorry you're not having the best time :(((

honestly, i think what i can honestly say is our brain is our biggest enemy, and it so often makes us feel inadequate and inappropriate and it makes us question and overthink even the most innocuous of situations (at least mine is). i really really doubt you are the 'ugly ducklin' of your friend group! i mean you are on a girls' trip, having a good time (i hope), with your friends, who i am sure cherish and love you. i feel like this a lot too, and i can honestly say i am really sorry because it's so unnecessarily unpleasant, but most often than not, it is just our heads trying to hurt us/sabotage us, because it's easier to think this way than fully immerse yourself in love and be prone to getting your heart broken.

also, you should never compare your relationship to someone else's, especially since the circumstances are so wildly different. you go at your own pace, and find what works for you - your boyfriend will do the same. i will say, though, it is weird he wouldn't share his name, and i do think it is worth communicating and just having an honest conversation about your thoughts and how you feel about the situation. i think it is important to set off on the right foot, because you are amazing and deserve the world, and you shouldn't settle for someone who isn't willing to give that to you! butttt, i will say, give him the benefit of the doubt, it may be that he's still learning the ropes of a long distance relationship and relationships in general! some people are worth sticking by xx but do talk to him if you can!!

i love you x i hope everything gets better

xoxo

[flames-f1]

Prompt list

Prompt list

- We aren't just friends and you know it

- Please don't cry I can't stand to see you cry.

- Stay with me

- Walk out that door we are done

- Well? Yell, Scream say something

- I can't breathe

- I hate how much I love you

- Why are you so jealous

- Where do you think your going

- Just leave me alone

- Despite what you think I'm capable of taking care of myself

- Stop pretending it didn't happen cause it did

- Please just be my best friend not the person I confessed my love to.

- Stop pretending your okay. I know you're not

- Just talk to me

- Bite me

- If you insist

- I think m in love and it scares the shit outta me.

- I just think your really scared. Are you?

- Why are you so nice to me

- Choose me. Please?

- We'll get through this I promise

- Your so fucking hot when your mad.

- Go fuck yourself.

- Why are you to scared to do it yourself?

- Your mine. I. Don't. Share!

- Just shut up and kiss me already

- Make me

- If we get caught I'm blaming you

- Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now

- I think I forgot how to breathe

- Stop biting that fucking lip

- Your blushing

- 'M fucking not-

I missed something didn't I

- You came into my room at 3 am to cuddle

- Well this is awkward

- Is that my shirt?

- You look like you need a hug

- I can't belive you don't like Disney Movies

- Please come home I need... I need you

Pure angst prompt list <3.

Give me a chance .

Not you again..

Leave me alone..

Why do you hate me. . 

I fucking trusted you..

I loved them more than my own life, now they are dead because of YOU!.

Ad astr per aspera- to the stars through difficulties..

If you really cared about me, you'd do as I asked..

I wish I'd never met you honestly..

Did I not mean anything to you..

Please don't hit me. .

Stay away from me..

Person A falling asleep on person B..

Person A/B finding out that the other person they were looking for is dead or missing..

I assume you're the dude who stole the life of ______? No I'm the Grinch who stole Christmas! What do you think detective Dumbass..

Any last words? Please! I-I never d-did an-anyth. Jesus Never fucking mind! 

. I think they're dead [kicks dead body] What do ya think _____?

Please feel free to request in the comments xx

Or in my request box xx ♡

[ghcstcd]

i'm in the process of designing ghouls and i love hearing abt how other people do it :o so i'm wondering if the elements influence the way your ghouls look? that probably. makes no sense but like. the way i'm doing it is like. all fire ghouls have [This Set] of features in common and all water ghouls have [That Other Set] of features in common etc. i don't think i see that in your designs (like your quintessence boys are soooo different from each other it's absolutely delightful) and!!! idk i guess i'm just curious to hear abt other processes and thoughts! do elements influence their designs? do they have maybe a more human and a more demonic form? what's up! only if you wanna share tho. ofc. 👉🏻👈🏻 i love all of your art so much btw. yea. xx -N

You make perfect sense, beloved stranger!

Yes, I do have a set of rules or suggestions that influence how I draw the ghouls. Their elements do influence how I draw them, but so do the era that they joined the ghost project. I operate under the assumption that with each era and change of masks, the clergy's demon summoning technique advances. Each new ghoul they summon, the more the clergy perfects the craft and creates a more human passing ghoul as their servant.

Ghouls such as Omega, who have been in the Ghost project since at least Primo's era, appear anything but human beneath their ministry issued uniforms. Opposed to Aether, who was summoned much later, and looks arguably more human than his fellow Quintessence ghoul. They share similar features, such as black horns, black sclera, and skin pigments that aren't exactly human. But that expresses the Clergy's improvements.

I also like to use character design as a form of story telling. In my design for Dewdrop, people note the ombre from black hands that fade up his arms. Once upon a time, Dewdrop was a water ghoul. He shared many similar traits to Rain: gills, webbed fingers, fins upon his tail. But now, Dewdrop's limbs and tail appear scorched, like salted draft wood on a bone fire. One might presume that those gills and fins were burned off during his transition into a fire ghoul.

These are just a few examples, but they're my favorite and ones I've thought a lot about! It's a lot of world building, and I love world building.

TDLR: yes, their elements do influence their designs, but so do some other things that are all headcanons based upon mine and my friend's world building.