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[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

For: Elrond :: @calcmities Muse: Elrohir Verse: Empath | AU

Dol Guldur.

formerly known as Amon Lanc; once the home and fortress of Oropher, late King of the Greenwood. now the current residence of the Necromancer, better known as Sauron. it wasn't a place where most would dare tread, even if they wanted to. not even the Elves of the Woodland Realm, who lived within the now aptly named Mirkwood, would go there.

it was common knowledge that Elves and Dwarves rarely got on well together, especially after the Fall off Erebor. both races tried to stay away from each other, only crossing paths if they had no other choice. in the few places they did live close to the other, Ered Luin for example; there were usually Rangers of the North nearby to keep the peace.

while folk almost never came to the old Elven fortress, it was far from being deserted. alongside the so called Necromancer and his minions, the dungeons held some long term guests of his. guests who had been missing for so long, many thought they were dead. and who, despite their races, had found a mutual companionship in each-other.

"…El..?"

'Just resting, Thrain...'

a lone blue eye peered at the, older than him but still young, elf. concern stirred at the faded mental response, a direct result of pulling him from the Dark Lord's grasp. he didn't know how long his companion had been in Dol Guldur but time had not been kind to either of them. "..Not alone... Above Tharkûn... Elves..."

the halting words, spoken in a mixture of Westron and Khuzdul, the secret language of Dwarves, finally caused silver eyes to open and focus on Thrain. only then, was it possible to fully recognise who the elf actually was: Elrohir, the younger twin son of Lord Elrond from Imladris.

'Elves... Few would attempt.. to come here.. unless...'

although still weakened from earlier, Elrohir used his empathy to scan the fortress for whom Thrain had spoken. it wasn't difficult- his grandmother and father were easy to identify. his time spent as Sauron's prisoner had strengthened his power yet at the same time, weakened his control.

so his scan was more powerful than the silent elf intended, unintentionally helping the White Council in their fight. there was also another unintended side effect: it alerted them to prisoners below.

'Gandalf, Thrain is.. alive and safe...'

although the message was intended for the Grey Wizard, it was broadcasted to both Istari and elves. his mental words soon wavered and faded. but there was no doubting who had spoken- or that the missing young elf was still alive. if only just.

[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.

@calcmities

[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.”

@calcmities  from here

[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."

[tcbefearless]

Eilonwy knew that she should be helping the dwarves rebuild, though exploring was more on her mind than picking up a hammer or anything particularly useful. Truth be told she'd gotten into trouble more than once for not doing her jobs or leaving things half attended, though who could blame her? The leaves had turned a beautiful colour of amber, red and even the slight mix of green. She was sure times like these were where she indeed relished, at least her hair was certainly more the aesthetic of autumn than spring or summer.

"Kili!" Eilonwy stated with a slight huff though she couldn't help but laugh, watching as the leaves flew high into the sky and then fell upon her hair and clothes, some getting stuck which only made her laugh more. She grabbed a handful of her own, deciding in that moment to throw it directly at the brunette's face, a cheeky grin forming across soft pink lips. "two can play that game!"

@disasteregyptologist asked: [ 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ] from Eilonwy on edgedsword to Kili

Fall happened upon Erebor much sooner than the young dwarf realizes. Not a complaint left him as he always relished in the cool temperatures the season brought with it. Months had passed since the big battle between dwarves, men and elves - and orcs; allowing the dwarves to return little by little and rebuild their home. The second born prince and Thorin's youngest nephew and their newly acquired companion turned family member; Eilonwy, had spent most of their days exploring the mountain inside and out. A day had not gone by where the two were not causing some sort of shenanigans and the King ended up hearing word of it.

One particular day such had happened. Kili had convinced the young woman to walk into the Woodland area nearby, where trees and plant life where now living once again. Tools in hand the young prince had began to comb through the grass, catching said leaves to pull into a pile before going for more. Little by little both had curated piles of leaves, the brunette looking proud of himself for a moment until a rather sneaky idea popped into his head. A grin began to slowly form across his features as he dropped his rake and bent down, scooping up a handful of the leaves tossing them high into the air eventually creating a whole new mess.

@edgedsword

[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. ”

[tevinteredeemer]

"Has anyone given you trouble?" Adir asked, hoping that his fears were unfounded. It mattered not the life Dorian left behind, only that he was there now. And here to help no less.

     “No more than I expected.” Dorian answered honestly. He knew even when reaching out to the Herald through Felix that he’d not be seen in a favorable light by most. He was surprised Adir himself seemed to see him so positively, being an Elf and all. It wasn’t like Tevinter was exactly kind to his people. “No one’s threatening me or anything, I can assure you. Just glares and whispers behind my back, I’ve dealt with far worse back in Tevinter.”

[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.

[amidst-snow-and-ice-moved]

“You waited how long?” / have an elrond, elrohir.

for a very brief moment, Elrohir considered not responding. but he knew that his silence would only worry his father further, something that he didn't want. "A day longer then I should have. I.. couldn't do the Pass..." he shifted to sitting up on his bed, pulling his knees to his chest and words quiet.

@calcmities

[shirecorn]

You want to commission me to draw angst for you

divxne-calcmity was so much fun to work with! Hurt/comfort after my own heart

[assholevoice]

Joel had met up with the familiar FEDRA guard in their usual meeting spot. It was in a small courtyard formed by a maze of redbrick buildings. It was close enough to FEDRA headquarters that it was often overlooked as a place for smugglers to meet. No less, in this instance, because who would suspect of FEDRA agent of being part of an illegal exchange? Joel had nodded goodbye, sliding a plastic bag back inside his pocket as the agent disappeared into a backdoor, when he heard a bark coming from behind him.

Joel’s bad ear had not detected the animal’s light paw steps but he turned he head back halfway at the dog’s greeting. He wasn’t prepared to stop but he was surprised to see a dog who didn’t look as though he was full of fleas and lice like the other street dogs. There wasn’t many of them; more mouths to feed meant more resources to be taken so people had stopped having pets. Most of the animals belonged to FEDRA and were used a guard dogs; the street dogs being the consequences of illegal breeding.

Joel looked down at the fluffy golden retriever and almost wanted to reach down to pet its floppy ears. “Better get out of here, buddy.” He said, not wanting FEDRA to get their hands on the animal.

@assholevoice || gets a starter

It was a relatively calm day, FEDRA and the Fireflies had seemingly paused their rivalry for the moment. Though nothing was perfect in this tainted world they now lived in.

So this changed nothing, they still had to be careful.

Penny snuck through the alleyways with her trusty golden retriever right beside her. The dog, affectionately named "Kro", was a flunked military dog.

Funny thing, such a sweet animal being trained to kill. But with the limited pool of potential parents to parent man's future best friends, you took what you could get.

Penny suddenly stopped and clicked her tongue while pointing at her feet to signal to Kro, the dog sat beside her with a soft blink of their big brown eyes.

It was now that she caught sight of a soldier and man going separate ways, this meant one of two things. Either a deal had just been struck, or well... nope that was the only reason that made sense.

"Kro, follow." Penny whispered, pointing towards the man as he walked away. The dog immediately stood up and trotted after Joel.

Kro uttered a soft bark as they got close to Joel, tail wagging slowly behind them as they smiled dopily up to him. Meanwhile, Penny waited to sneak up behind Joel when he'd (hopefully) be distracted by the adorable dog.

[strongfuck]

@divxne-calcmity // from here.

"What, you could do that all along, buddy?" Rhys asks, laughing. Try as he might to sound lighthearted, though, the exhaustion of spending all day walking got to him like anyone else, and it probably shows in how easily he lets himself crumple by Crest's side with a sigh.

"I gotta figure out how to get a car going."

He rubs his one hand against his thigh for some friction, then holds it out in front of the admittedly generous fire. Out here in the badlands, the nights are terribly cold. They're even colder without the temperature regulation his cybernetic arm used to provide.

For all that his empty ports ache with residual pain, however, Rhys tries not to dwell on that.

"Well... and build a new arm and eye. But the car feels a little more important."

[songbirdsandsugar-moved]

Lucy held her bag a little tighter, fingers wrapped around the strap hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. Her mage staff was strapped to her back under the knapsack. She didn't have much. A few robes, a couple of books. Growing up in the Mage Tower before being sent to the Chantry left her with very little of her own belongings. She looked around at her new surroundings, taking it all in. She should've been rejoicing, she was free, even if only for a little while. But she could barely contain her nerves.

She swallowed, trying not to look startled when the woman spoke to her. Gaze shifted to meet her and a weak smile curled the corners of her lips. Shelter? Was it possible that they could provide that? That she wouldn't have to go back? That maybe she could find a life that was entirely hers? "I don't...I...I mean that..." She swallowed again, trying to bury her nervousness. "I was volunteered for the Inquisition by the Chantry." She was too afraid to admit that this wasn't what she wanted. What if they didn't give her shelter? What if they sent her back?

@divxne-calcmity

[thesoulofasurvivor]

Emotions/Reactions Game

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Tagging: @divxne-calcmity (for crest!!) @cantxswim @fireflymuses (for scarlett!) and whoever wants to steal this!

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.     being unable to stop smiling. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

★  ⸻   𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.   furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

★  ⸻   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑.  wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

★  ⸻   𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.     constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.”. shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.