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[chainsxwsmile]

His stomach groaned painfully: a consistent reminder that his plan, even at its fruition proved easier said than done. Not that Bruce had never known starvation beyond the mountains of Mordor. Little food was a daily occurrence, especially in his younger years. Yet, a daily free meal was perhaps the only silver-lining of the Olog's slightly voluntary participation in Mordor's fighting pits. 'Slightly', because few other options in the regiment camps guaranteed the necessities and one had to make certain unsavory choices to avoid starvation. At least he never resorted to cannibalism, as some Orcs had done. The very reminder sent a shiver up his spine and his black mane stood up like hackles. And sent his stomach into the churning that tiptoed between hunger and nausea.

For the most part, Bruce's plan to escape Mordor and, thereby, escape consequent battle played out as smoothly as the very mountains he had traversed. That is to say, quite disastrously.

While Bruce had managed to avoid detection as a deserter, other sorts of misfortunes reared their heads along the road. Several bandits -- Goblins or Orcs, he hadn't quite caught enough of a good look-- made off with most of his food previsions. He'd very nearly drowned in the marshes that fell outside of Mordor, having vastly underestimated the waters' depths. And even his armor eventually proved too cumbersome to carry. With no weapons but his own claws and teeth, and no armor but the thick skin of his hide, the Olog felt quite vulnerable indeed.

Not nearly vulnerable enough to duck into the vast forest to the west just yet. Mordor had no forests. And least none into which Bruce had ventured. And something about the vision of thick boughs and branches stretching over his head for miles elicited a feeling of claustrophobia. So the Olog had needlessly marched northward along the edges of Greenwood in hopes of finding any sort of passage through the forest which didn't make him suddenly feel so very small.

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[caestusvulpes]

@calcmities asked:

tell me, what are you really scared of? / from Lisa Lisa. And three prompt is from the Batman meme.

"Not dyin', if that's yer concern." To learn Hamon, one must be willing to die for it. It was one of the first things that had been cemented in her mind upon arrival. Hikari has her fears like every other living being-- fog being the biggest, and most irrational of them. The Venetian winter, however, staved it off and left only an uncomfortable icy chill and the scent of saltwater.

No, Hikari didn't fear the fog now, and she certainly did not fear dying. She had died once before, and it had been uneventful despite the violent circumstances. She looks somber. It wasn't the answer she was looking for, was it? "... Not succeeding, or letting y'down. I feel like I have certain... attributes that hold me back. I'm sorry in advance, Teach." Anger. Memory. Craving to feel crumbling stone and the blood of those who've harmed her both directly or indirectly...

[dragonspined]

When Devani was younger, they’d wanted to travel the world.  See every bit of Middle Earth possible, not an impossible feat on broad wings.  Those from which they’d been hatched were content with their frozen mountains and hoards of silver and sapphire.  It was a well and good life- if one didn’t crave warm blood and fresh wind.  An older dragon may have considered it not worth the effort.  But she had been less than five hundred years old, restless, seeking something for which she hadn’t known the name of.  Freedom.  Adventure.   And she had found it.  Relished in the strength of lean muscle that could propel her thousands of feet in the air in one stroke.  The power fire gave her over any who thought to stand against a dragon only a few feet bigger than a warg at the time.  It had been amazing.  For as long as it lasted.  As many adolescents, Devani had gotten cocky.  There were few ways to harm a dragon, many judged Smaug harshly for his faltering in Dale.  

They had made a similar mistake.  Not attacked a town or killed for dwarvish gold, they had never had any interest in such things, but a pretty girl taken by orcs who had been none too pleased to see a winged reptile coming in for her rescue.  Neither man nor orc had reacted well in the aftermath.  It had lead to an awful, violent and terrible time.  One that when it ended gave Devani a better understanding of why some dragons blazed and burned.  The orcs had been ignited until their bones were ash and weapons melted.  The girl’s parents were snarled at about being ungrateful rats.  And the wizard who freed her had left. 

Devani couldn’t give a number on how many years ago it had happened.  Decades, centuries perhaps.  It didn’t matter.  She had settled in a mountain, restless and taking too long to heal.  The itch under her skin seemed to only have been building.  That was one of the few reasons she hadn’t flared wings or immediately blasted Gandalf with fire.  One was not normally visited by a wizard-not without reason.  “Ah.  So the dwarves are to reclaim Erebor from Smaug.”   Neck arched to raise head above him, tilted to put an eye on the other.  “And you wish I to risk my life against the oldest dragon alive?  To help the King under the Mountain return home?”  Their lips curled back in a fanged grin, teeth sharp and gleaming like their eyes.  “While I would love nothing more than to see that old worm taken down, what’s in it for me?  I care not for his gold and silver.”

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[beastbitten]

@calcmities asked: ❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ \ From Hayley.

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

The last thing he'd expected was to come across someone like him -- - or anyone, if he was being completed honest with himself. It wasn't as though he was looking for any interaction at all, but there was no mistaking what she was and it seemed she'd noticed him too, though he supposed it wasn't difficult in the way he'd found himself staring at her as though he'd been frozen in place. At least when she spoke to him, it knocked some sense back into him. "I... sorry, ma'am, I..." Stumbling over his words, the tall Texan backed away with another step, swallowing hard. "I don't want no trouble now... I'll jus' get outta your hair. No harm no foul, yeah?"

[kxjostarr]

calcmities asked: why do they always paint hallways that color? / have an avdol who is always midly curious and alive post pt. 3  

PROMPTS FROM OCEAN'S ELEVEN

"No idea. I guess it's to give a pristine look, but it honestly it looks boring." Even though she wasn't the type to be focused on interior design, it didn't stop her from commenting on something if it was brought to her attention.

"But at least it's easy on the eyes and doesn't look tacky."

[wanderingarcherviola]

She wasn't quite sure what all the fanciful stories were about now. Sure, Rivendell was pretty, but it was just a bunch of pretty buildings in a valley, inhabited by a bunch of uptight pointy-ears.

There was nothing even intimidating or threatening about the jail. If one could even call this a jail, because Viola was certain they'd just tossed her into a regular room and locked the door.

Though she wasn't sure how long she'd been left there, it was long enough for her to get bored and start looking around, curious as to what half the things in the room were, and wondering if any could be used to escape.

"How do folk live all cooped up in one place.. Maybe this whole place is a prison valley." She started talking to herself "I gotta bust outta here before I become all boring and complacent with a settled life!"

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[theprincessdoom]

“And suddenly the monster in him falls silent

As he rests his head on her lap…”

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[tcbefearless]

@calcmities elrond & Eilonwy

To be amongst the elves of Rivendell was an honour itself. To say that Eilonwy felt a little embarrassed about the dwarvish behaviour was an understatement. She could feel eyes on her, as if the other elves were burning a hole in her back, she hadn't touched the food kindly given to her by their hosts. A soft sigh passed her lips, "if you will just excuse me" she muttered getting up from her seat to walk away from the table. "What is wrong with the lass?" Ori asked to which Nori gave a slight shrug.

Eilonwy walked down the steps toward a place where she could simply breathe. Feeling the cold air upon her face, she felt silly for running away, wanting to be alone, it was then she heard footsteps behind her. "Fili, please, I just want to be alone" although it was true that she made an assumption that the footsteps were of the dwarven prince.. yet the redhead didn't turn to face them, eyes instead resting on the peaceful landscape before her.

[disasteregyptologist]

@calcmities sent : ❝ are all librarians this much trouble? ❞ / from Rick. <3

Blade in hand Evelyn looked up to Rick, a smile forming on her features, the type of smile that she simply could not help when she looked at him. "Not all, just me" She replied with a small smirk, truth be told, Evy was probably the most troublesome librarian that anyone had ever come across, always looking for adventure and often ending up walking into trouble that she didn't mean to fall into. It seemed danger had a habit of making its way to the Egyptologist. "If I have you then trouble isn't too bad" Which was true. Rick was her home, she knew that now and even though their relationship had been turbulent in the beginning, now it had blossomed into something far more.

[effcrvescence]

If you could go back and change something, anything, about your life, would you do it?

“yes.” she wouldn’t major in bio.

[apcstasies]

how does it feel being the most sought after apocabachelor™???

‘ how does it feel like to breathe–– wait, no. you’ve got asthma, never mind. my point is, i don’t feel any particular way about that title because it’s just another wednesday for me. ’

[tragediist]

♩~!

send me a musical note : no longer accepting!

i saw your eyesand you made me smilefor a little whilei was falling in love

A FLOCK OF SEAGULLS, “Space Age Love Song”

[piinetrees]

          @divxne-calcmity​​ said:  "You are not afraid of me? No.. I think you've seen far worse than I." ((From Crest, post Weirdmageddon))

         Oh, the boy is definitely afraid, he has just learned to control it. Even afraid as he is, the fear takes a backburner when curiosity or wonder is in the mix. Dipper will always choose to investigate first, run later. Hasn’t proven to be a fatal flaw yet!

         “ Who — what are you? ”     Dipper speaks in awe, big round eyes peering up and up and up to the stranger,     “ I’ve never seen anything like you before, and I’ve seen a lot of stuff. ”

[loyaltyofacanine]

@divxne-calcmity liked for a Starter! Maple

❛❛ I’m almost a hundred percent sure that I am probably the only dog that can talk... Sort of, dog. But no, it’s not normal for animals to speak the human language. Unless you’re a parrot, but those guys just imitate what they hear so It’s really not the same thing. ❜❜ 

The German Shepherd tipped her head over, ❛❛ People like to talk to their dogs as if they can talk back, though. Sometimes it’s a little strange... ❜❜

[tcbefearless]

@calcmities for gandalf

The battle was long, it felt hard and the night was drawing in quicker. Orcs surrounded the company, they were losing this battle and Eilonwy could see it. Black blood dripped from her sword, chest rising and falling heavily. "Gandalf!" Eilonwy called as she sliced another Orc from behind "We are losing!" She knew what she had to do.. for her friends, for those she cared about. Eilonwy sheathed the sword the hoard of Orcs running straight toward them.

She allowed the power to flow through her veins, to channel it in a way she hadn't done before. "Lass what are you doing!" She heard bofur call, yet her veins began to glow and just in the right moment, Eilonwy stretched out her arms, fire emitting from her palms in rage. The once blue hues of her eyes turned ember, she wasn't going to let the Orcs kill those she cared for. Not again. "Gandalf! Do something ! She is going to kill herself!" The distant call of Fili emerged as Bombur and Bofur tried to hold the Prince back.

[notagoodfather]

4, 7 and 8 of the backstory meme :3

4. Did they have any childhood enemies? Any friends? Enemies that became friends?

Surprisingly not. Sven was one of the few children born into his Order. He interacted more with the children at the orphanage. But his teachers forced him not to socialize too much. Being an agent of the Order was like being a pawn, someone expendable. They wanted to prevent Sven from creating ties or possibly weaknesses. He only got two friends in childhood. And one of them became his first passion. It didn't end well in the end, though.

In the DMC verse there are variations. (Since Sven was originally an OC of this universe). In this verse he is childhood friends with Dante and Vergil. He met them before the attack on the mansion in Red Grave City. But it is always optional depending on the preference of the mutual.

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

The times he spent with his grandfather and father. He even managed to go on missions with the two. And the worst for him was the death of his father.

8.If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others?

The death of Karamat (Sven's father) was the most traumatic experience in his life. On a mission, his father sacrificed himself and became a human shield to protect his son's life. Sven watched demons kill him in front slowly. But it was just the right time for other agents to arrive and rescue Sven. But the boy was traumatized by seeing such a horrible scene. He was 8 years old when this fact occurred.

Then his master made a request to Order to erase his memories. So he managed to get out of the state of shock that he had been in for months. They made a seal protecting these painful memories. In adult life he left the Order and released this seal. Remembering it all was unsettling for Sven. But he managed to overcome it somehow.