#drew these to sort of go together so posting them together

[spookierdeer]

clowncore pinkie and coquette fluttershy for cutegirltober

[snekdood]

bitches prolly out here psychoanalyzing my old art on behalf of my abuser to cushion their belief that im a Horrible Person but then dont see the irony when I point out the shitty things my abuser has drawn and how I see it as clear evidence of their mindset and beliefs (of what's okay to do and how to treat people) descending and pairing that along with everything else they've done and it paints a clear picture of how this person got to the point of thinking it was okay to abuse me the way they did and then the people looking for reasons to hate me through my art will act like "they're just drawings !!!" about their art. which one is it. does someones art say something about them or not? or does it only say something about them if you hate them?

[bluegiragi]

I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz and soap in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting (months before this incident) other art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. The art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for over six months. The callout in question has framed me as a close friend of theirs when, in truth, our total timeline of interactions could probably be counted on one hand, and I haven't interacted with her in so long that I genuinely forgot I was still following her.

The crux of all is this is that I did not unfollow + block this artist earlier on when the racist art was posted months ago, and then I retweeted a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

The pedophile claims are because I retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con without reading all the squares properly, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it. All in all, the post was on my account for maybe a few minutes.

The zoophile claims are because people say i support someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs, and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

The anti-asian racism claims come from the original accusers in the callout thread thinking that I made Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive as a way of making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid in that AU and cats are sensitive to light.

I tried addressing all this in a casual way earlier on in a misguided attempt to sort things out more 'civilly', and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it clearly- yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist directly to the wolves - I genuinely believed them at the time when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time, but not unfollowing was a decision that I made. I know now upon reflection that it was naive of me, unwarranted and frankly irresponsible to take a stranger at face value and believe they had good intentions, when the act of not deleting the post in question was evidence of a lack in remorse. In the moment, I'd thought back to my own personal experience with a friend of mine who used an asian slur in my company, who later sincerely apologised and legitimately cleaned up his act after I gave him a second chance. It informed my choice to not unfollow at the time, but there's a difference between someone you know irl for months and a stranger on the internet you've interacted with a few times. I shouldn't have coddled them in my response, and I'm sorry for not treating it with the severity it deserved. It was callous, and stupid, and indicative of internal biases that I ever thought it was a light enough offence to "see through", and I deeply deeply apologise. I promise from the bottom of my heart to do better.

That's everything so far. I didn't unfollow an artist when I absolutely should've, which i'll always strongly regret. I also retweeted a properly-tagged fic on my clearly 18+ nsfw account. I've undone both of those actions now. I hope this can be the end of it.

[bitchslapblastoids]

Prompted by your post about dnp inviting audience interaction: it /is/ really brave, and so interesting! I haven't been watching them for long at all and one of the biggest things that just drew me in and deeply fascinated me about them is how so much of their work (not just on stage) is in some way a conversation/interaction with their audience and the more you watch the more you notice it. No wonder its easy to be parasocial about them and about the Phandom itself!

To me, at least, they seem to be the sort of performers/creators that need a relatively high level of audience interaction in order to be inspired or for their work to feel meaningful. Like, im absolutely sure they could also create things without this close relationship with their audience but it seems to be what their naturally drawn towards? Obviously the problem has been in maintaining boundaries within that but it seems like that's going better now than at some points in the past, which makes me really happy for everyone!

Sorry about the long yap, this is so interesting to me and I just needed to express it a little

(original post referenced) yes!!! i love this!!! so beautifully worded! no need to apologize at all - i am in such hearty agreement and actually think about this so often. i think the engagement with their audience is their superpower, and it runs so deep. what was one of dan's favorite things about phil before he met him? phil's interactive adventure videos, in which he was creating an interactive experience for his viewers.

when they film pinof1 together, what are they doing? they're answering an audience-submitted q&a. the audience interaction is literally baked into their foundation! <3

2010, dan's uni dorm. what's displayed behind him on his wall? art and letters sent to him by viewers. he films danmail vids where he opens and reacts to said art and letters and personally thanks the senders.

for years and years and years, what's at the end of every phil video? fanart! draw phil naked! (in retrospect literally so weird lol but shhh)

the ongoing avalanche of vyous and younows and tumblr reblogs/follows and responding to yt comments and retweets and and and. so much interaction. the videos directly engaging with twitter and tumblr creations. they see us, they know us, they get us.

their first book? included a double-page spread with dozens of pieces of phanart.

every single one of their tours has multiple essential audience interaction components, and even more brilliantly, with multiple different access points that are perfectly calibrated to their audience. too shy to speak up? send in a submission ahead of time. want to be a part of the masses? shout something out during the audience participation segments! and there's always the likelihood that they'll include fanart in the show itself, casually mention an actual actively popular fic, throw in an ancient phwedding manip, or just build whole segments of the show around our tropes and the world that we created with them. all of that keeps things exciting and engaging on stage, bc you never know exactly what's going to come next. but it also keeps their audience feeling seen, valued, and like co-creators in a way.

When you look at the other britcrew and big yters from the 2010s, they simply weren't generating that ongoing, authentic conversation with their audiences. their approach followed the simple format of: i post, you watch. and then it became: i post, you watch, then i try and sell you something while i call you my 'community' because you are all watching me and sometimes you talk to one another in the comments. but it's not like zalfie or joe and casper etc. were chiming in on the convos too, or at least not in any meaningful way. it wasn't a community in the same way.

dan and phil truly built community. i think communities require mutual exchange, communication, a sense of value and worth, commonly agreed upon truths, shared experiences, touchstones of connection, and leaders who have integrity. i know this is all starting to sound a little lofty, but i really do think dan and phil are good humans who have worked hard to wield their power and influence responsibly and compassionately. they set the tone for us, constructed this world, paid attention to what landed for us, how we responded to things, everything that we were up to in response to what they were up to. they listened. they made us feel seen and celebrated and appreciated, and in turn we continued to celebrate them. they created weird inside jokes, we adopted them, then we all shared the weird inside jokes. they existed, we created our own language and lore and encyclopedia in response, and now there's a whole stage show about it.

that's how you get people sticking around for 15 years. that's how you get people to actually want to spend money on you. and yeah, some more boundaries at times couldn't have hurt. they fostered a sense of proximity and entitlement that obviously put them in harm's way. but i'd say ultimately what they've manage to do has been a net good for them and a tremendous success.

you raised such a good point that it seems to be what they are naturally drawn towards. i think it's because they, too, were fangirls. phil was writing buffy fic. dan was running a lost wiki. they both understood the power of online fan community before they were the titans of their own. they get it, they get us <3

[jmdbjk]

Are you sure?

August 14, 2023: I said this back last year:

Are Jimin and Jungkook going around the world Namjooning? In May they were in Japan. We know they were together in New York in July. And also in Connecticut during that same trip. And now they're cooling their butts off in the ocean down in Jeju? Where else have they been and we didn't know it? WhAt doEs it ALL mEaN? Are we getting some sort of vlog or Bon Voyage subunit at some point in the future? Is it for a subunit MV?

Last year, I knew saying all that might stir up some delulu controversy but I know there was a window of time in May when they could have snuck off to Japan. Someone supposedly saw them, and blabbed about it and that's why I had mentioned it last year. But that's it, only hearsay. It was enough to make me pay attention.

On July 12, 2023, Jungkook departed Incheon Airport for New York City to make appearances for Seven.

The next day, Jimin leaves to join him in New York (with a fresh full body wax that made his skin as slick and shiny as that terrazzo floor he's walking across):

Once in New York, the buzz about sightings of Jimin and Jungkook together began to heat up. First at a restaurant called Antoya where someone snapped some pics of them.

Then the next day the boat captain of the yacht they chartered blabbed about it and we got this from him:

That is this boat:

Another sighting in Connecticut, buying grocery store deli pizza.

Then Jimin goes back to Korea and Jungkook moves on to London for more appearances related to Seven.

On August 31, Jimin posted this on his Instagram:

It looks like it was taken while they were in New York state or Connecticut.

He posted these on September 28 on his Instagram and said Jungkookie drew a fish, we later find out directly from Jungkook that Jimin also helped draw but it was supposed to be a whale (awwww):

On September 29, Taehyung posted this sunset from Jeju on Weverse:

This is the same rock in one of the preview images for "Are You Sure?" Is Tae's pic above taken from the deck of the sailboat?

And on October 3, Tae posted these on his Instagram:

They were at a place on Jeju called Chai Cafe – Jjaidabang (짜이다방).

Chuseok holiday was Sept. 28-30 (Thurs-Sat.) last year. Did the three spend Chuseok weekend there? If so, what was the trip back in August for?

On November 21, BigHit sent out the notice that Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung and Namjoon had initiated the enlistment process.

We didn't know yet that the enlistment process had begun months and months earlier for Jimin and Jungkook because it was only right before they went in that we found out they'd be enlisting together under the accompanying military program or companionship enlistment. It was still a shock.

They knew they had to break it to everyone that they were going to spend the next 18 months together and they spent much of 2023 laying the foundation for that.

On November 23, 2023, Jimin and Jungkook depart Gimpo Airport together for Japan.

At this point, they can't or no longer care to hide or be discreet. That entire trip was riddled with sightings at the airports in Japan. Rumors of them staying at an onsen (hot spring) resort in Sapporo emerged when it was mentioned on a Japanese show.

Jimin posted these on his Instagram on November 25:

But what were they doing in Japan back in May, if we are to take the rumors of that sighting as possible too? Hmmmm. Don't know.

Well, now we know they were going where ever the mood struck on the spur of the moment and making it up as they went along. "Are You Sure?/Is this Right?" (however you'd like to interpret "이게맞아?)"

And we'll find out soon what sort of fun they had on all of these trips. Will Tae make a cameo appearance in the Jeju episodes? Will we see if they actually went "glamping" or if they were really trying to rough it? I can hear them now: "Is this right? wait, are you sure that goes there?"

They'll be on watercraft, and various types too: kayaks, sailboats, yachts...

The foods they will eat... will they include grocery store deli pizza in one of the episodes?

I wonder if they are eating seafood will they be catching it, cleaning it and cooking it? Again: "Am I doing this right? Are you sure? this doesn't look right. What do I do with these fish guts?"

And can't forget to talk about the drinking. The brewery they visited in Connecticut and possibly Sapporo... All I can hear from them here are the satisfied "ahhs" when they take the first taste.

Will we finally see MMA in their sleep?

All I know is they were very, very excited about it.

They promise it will be unpredictable as they embark on their journey without any plans, simply relishing the joy of traveling together. 

As I sit here thinking about them (as I often do), the past year (or two or ten) continues to bring into focus more and more their dynamic and relationship. All the unnecessary projections and narratives that people have placed and continue to place upon them...Jimin and Jungkook just continue being themselves and as close as ever through it all.

All of last year and even all the previous years, all of the things: the "twinning" in their style concepts for their solo work... the scenes of them from the Beyond the Star documentary... the passages in the Beyond the Story book about them and the GCFT trip... every time Jungkook mentioned Jimin, calling out to him during lives or spending time watching Jimin content, especially the post-NY/CT-naked-in-bed live that made us glitch:

2023 was not just another year of copying each other or strange coincidences. It was them preparing us for the inevitable.

All of it bringing it all into such sharp focus.

Anyway. All that rambling to say I have never wavered in my understanding of them as two people who were so very close, so very similar and so very important to each other.

And one more thing... what about this?

I thought it was coincidental that the bar pendent necklace that was sold at the Monochrome pop up was so similar to the one Jimin wore most of 2022...

Will we see the ring necklace as part of a merch line at some point in the future too?

[hllywdwhre]

Blurred Lines

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

Summary: You come to Jonathan with a new idea that he’s more than willing to help you test.

Warnings: Ideas any psychological association would frown upon, Jonathan being Jonathan and getting off on fear, I’m gonna be honest I didn’t have the patience to write a lot of plot soo…. You’re getting enough to set up the story but that’s about it, needles, unprotected p in v, technically recording a sex tape but under the guise of ‘it’s for science’, lowkey (highkey) doctor/patient kink, bondage, dirty talk, degradation, light spanking, fingering

Word Count: 3.2K

Notes: I need help and a lot of it

You and Jonathan had worked together at the asylum for a couple months now. You were one of the only therapists that he could stand to work with, and it was purely because you took an interest in his… less than ethical ideas. Your interest in these ideas, mixed with the attraction you held towards him, lead to your own less than ethical idea.

The two of you typically stayed late at the asylum to work on paperwork. Usually, this involved you helping him with his and you teasing him about how you deserved a pay raise for being a psychiatrist and his assistant.

Tonight your teasing was absent as you thought over how to bring the idea up to him. You sat on the opposite side of his desk, sorting through a stack of papers. Deciding to bite the bullet and just spit it out, you cleared your throat and drew his attention to you.

“So, I had an idea about a way to overcome certain phobias,” you said, still looking down at the stack of papers as you flitted through them.

“And what would that be?” Jonathan asked, briefly glancing up at you before returning to his own stack of papers.

“It’s a mix of classical conditioning and exposure therapy.”

“Sounds like something that’s been tried before. Offer a reward to a patient so the patient associates their fear with a positive reinforcement instead of a negative memory,” he said dismissively, brushing you off.

“Yes,” you said, your voice turning hesitant, “but that’s not all for my idea… mine involves a different type of positive reinforcement.”

This seemed to catch his attention. He looked up at you, an eyebrow quirked.

“What type of reinforcement?”

“Well, what are the physical and chemical similarities between fear and arousal?” You asked. Both eyebrows raised as he seemed to catch an idea of where this was going, but he answered your question as if he was clueless just so you would continue explaining.

“They both release adrenaline and cortisol, and they both increase heart rate and breaths per minute.” His voice was calm as he answered, but the way his eyes remained glued to you as he answered revealed his interest.

You nodded your head and continued,

“And when you orgasm, the adrenaline and cortisol mix, along with hormones and chemicals specific to sex. You get a state of temporary bliss which can lead to the person experiencing the orgasm even developing fond feelings towards their partner. My idea would capitalize on those feelings of post-orgasmic bliss and use them to help people overcome their fears.” The words came out rushed but they had captured his attention even further.

Jonathan leaned back in his chair, the paperwork on his desk long forgotten now as he studied you and let the idea run wild through his mind.

“The theory is an interesting one, I’ll give you that,” he said, pausing for a moment before adding on, “but who would be willing to have this theory tested on them?”

A blush tinted your cheeks and you looked away from him.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to it, it’s just a bit difficult to test… alone,” you said in a voice that was just barely audible.

He stood up from behind his desk and came to stand in front of you, one hand going under your chin to force you to look at him.

“I thought you had lost the ability to surprise me when you found out about my fear toxin, but here we are,” his voice trailed off as he continued to take you in. You could see his mind working a mile a minute behind his eyes as he went over your idea again and again in his head. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, “I’ll help you test this, but only on certain conditions.”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. You didn’t know what you had expected his reaction to be, but a willingness to test your theory with you wasn’t how you thought he’d respond.

“What are they?” You asked.

“Firstly, I’m not blind. I know you didn’t just come to me with this idea because of my own unethical ideas. This entire experiment involves sexual attraction being needed, and I’ve noticed the way you look at me.” Your cheeks darkened even more as he called you out on your attraction to him, and this only made him chuckle. “If we do this experiment, I’m the only one who gets to see you like that. No one else.”

You resisted the urge to tease him and ask if this was his way of asking you to be his girlfriend, knowing it would get you nowhere and somewhat fearing the answer. Instead, you nodded your head once to say you understood.

“Next, we’d have to record these sessions. Neither of us are going to be in a clear enough space of mind to pay much attention to anything else during the session,” he said.

You nodded again. You knew you definitely weren’t going to be able to concentrate on anything aside from him during the session.

“Lastly, we’d have to do these sessions at my personal lab. Meaning you’d be seeing where I live along with a multitude of other things that I’ll need your word you won’t say anything about.”

“I haven’t said anything about your fear toxin, have I?” You pointed out, causing him to chuckle again and shake his head.

“No, I suppose you haven’t,” he admitted.

“Not to mention that you’re literally going to have a sex tape of me. If I said anything about this, both of our careers would be ruined,” you added on.

“I take it that means you agree to my terms?” He asked.

“Yes, I do,” you confirmed.

“Then how would you feel about starting the first session tonight? It’s a long weekend so neither of us have work on Monday in case you need an extra day to recover,” he offered, causing another look of surprise to rise on your face.

“I-uh, o-okay,” you stuttered out, watching as the familiar smirk grazed his lips.

The two of you gathered your things and made your way out to his car with him telling you he would bring you by to pick up your car the next day, but that there were a couple more things he wanted to go over with you on the ride there. You both put in place a safe word, deciding to use the color system. If everything was okay and he checked in on you, the color was green. If you needed things to slow down, you could say yellow at any time. And if you needed things to come to a complete stop, you could say red. He also informed you that there were already security cameras recording his lab, so both of your every moves would be recorded the entire time.

When you arrived back at his house, you followed him inside, taking in the area while he led you to his personal lab. You followed him through the doorway and down to the basement, entering into a room that looked exactly like a lab. You could see where it was once just a finished basement, but now there were tables full of various chemicals and, in the corner, a doctor’s examination bed, along with plenty of other things scattered throughout the room.

Plenty of questions flooded your mind, but you thought better than to ask them. The less you knew about what he did outside of work, the better.

“You said your fear was needles, correct?” He asked, causing you to turn and look at him.

“Yes. No particular reason for the fear, though,” you answered.

“I’ll gather everything if you want to go sit down and get ready,” he said in a voice devoid of emotion, as if you were just another patient he was treating.

You stripped naked and sat on the table, feeling what you were sure was going to be a permanent blush on your face.

Jonathan walked over a moment later with a tray that was covered and set the tray on the table. Despite the way he was trying to remain somewhat professional, you noticed the way his eyes raked over your figure, taking in every inch of you.

“Do,” he stopped and cleared his throat, another sign that he was affected by this the same as you were, “do you think you’ll need to be restrained?” He asked.

This time you couldn’t stop yourself from letting the teasing comment leave your lips,

“I don’t think I’d need to be restrained, but I’m okay with a bit of bondage if you are,” you said, a smirk making its way across your lips as you spoke.

Jonathan’s eyes shot to yours and you felt a bit of smug satisfaction at the way you had been able to catch him off guard.

“Quite the little minx, aren’t you?” He asked in a teasing tone of his own.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Crane. Being tied up is just the tip of the iceberg.” With every sign of attraction towards you Jonathan let show, you felt your confidence boost, and this only seemed to spur him on.

He came to stand in front of your naked form, looking down at you and placing a hand under your chin again to keep you from looking away.

“Seems like it,” he agreed. His hand went from under your chin to the back of your neck, “maybe I’ve finally met my match,” he commented before pulling you to him.

Jonathan’s lips met yours in a hungry kiss and the last of your insecurity faded quickly. He kissed you as if he was a starved man and you were the only thing that could satiate his hunger. His tongue slid past your lips as he laid you back on the examination bed and crawled onto it himself. Your hands made their way to his hair, tugging slightly and eliciting a moan from him.

One of his hands went to your hair and pulled, exposing your neck to him. He left a line of kisses down it while nipping at random spots before he continued down further.

“F-fuck, Jonathan,” you moaned out when his mouth attached to one of your nipples.

His hand left your hair to play with your other nipple before he traded off and took your other one into his mouth, letting his tongue dart around it at the same time that his hand trailed between your legs.

“A bit of kissing and having your tits played with you gets you this worked up?” He taunted as he felt just how wet you were already, “Or did the idea of me strapping you to this table and doing as I please with you have something to do with it?”

Another moan fell from your lips as he teased you and began to rub gentle circles on your clit.

“Please, Jonathan,” you whined, your hips pushing against his hand as you desperately tried to get him to apply more pressure than the faint touches he was currently using.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he said in a voice of faux sympathy before pulling his hand away. Before you could protest, he was strapping your wrists to the side of the table and crawling off of you to do the same to your legs.

Your legs were hanging off the edge of the table and bent at the knee and he crouched down to strap your ankles in place. There was no way for you to close your legs from him, leaving you on display.

When he stood back up again, there was an almost predatory look in his eyes as he took you in.

“All tied up for me,” he commented, trailing his hand along your inner thigh as he spoke, “a perfect little toy.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the pet name and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“All those times I caught you staring at me and I couldn’t figure out why,” be continued teasing, his fingers beginning to rub at your clit again and causing another moan to leave you, “who would’ve known it was you fantasizing about me tying you up and leaving you completely helpless to whatever I decided to do with you?”

With his free hand, he picked up something off of the tray he brought over earlier and revealed the object to you. It was an empty syringe and you felt your heart lurch when your eyes landed on the needle.

A slap was delivered to your inner thigh, causing your eyes to shoot back over to him,

“Eyes on me. You’re my toy, you watch me, not the needle. Understood?”

You nodded your head but another slap was delivered to the opposite thigh,

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you replied, stopping yourself before you said ‘sir’ and giving him a sly smirk, “yes, Doctor.”

The firm look he had been giving you changed. His eyes darkened and you could see the way he hadn’t expected for the use of his title in that manner to affect him so much.

“Such an obedient little thing,” he praised after a moment before pushing two fingers into you. He immediately curled them upward and caused you to let out another moan. “Such an obedient and twisted little thing. I lead you into my basement, tie you down, and give you a couple slaps and you’re this wet already? I could only imagine how you’d react if I got to treat you exactly how I wanted.”

The entire time he spoke, he was thrusting his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them and hit that spot inside you every time while your pathetic moans and whimpers continued filling the space.

“Then again, judging by the way you’re reacting to this, you’d probably get off on it.”

His words should’ve caused some amount of shame inside you, but at the same time they registered in your head, you felt the cold touch of the needle trailing down your cheek and towards your neck. The sensation caused you to freeze for a moment, but when his fingers curled inside you and he used his thumb to begin rubbing at your clit, the shame left your mind.

“Fuck, darling, you might’ve been onto something combining fear and sex,” he said with a chuckle, “Especially if you clench around my cock the way you clenched around my fingers.”

You felt your mind and body battle with themselves as he continued to trail the needle down your body while his fingers continued to work at you. The needle’s presence sent your body into fight or flight, but with nowhere to go, you became keenly aware of every sensation. You could hear the rumble in his voice and the feeling of Jonathan’s fingers inside of you seemed to be amplified, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm already.

“There we go,” he coaxed, “let the pleasure and fear blur together. Cum on my fingers like the good little slut you are while I’ve got a needle pressed against you, and maybe I’ll let you cum on my cock.”

Fuck, you knew there was something wrong with you, but you couldn’t care less. Jonathan’s dirty talk, the unrelenting rhythm of his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit, and the presence of the needle heightening your senses caused your orgasm to hit you full force.

Your head fell back on the bed as you moaned out and you felt the needle press against your tied up arm. The pace of Jonathan’s fingers never faltered as he pushed you through your orgasm and let you ride out your high.

When he finally did remove them, your head was spinning and your breathing was heavy. It was the sound of his belt hitting the floor that grabbed your attention and caused you to look down at him.

“You have no idea how much control it took for me to not ruin our first session and drop the needle and go ahead and fuck you,” he said, stepping between your legs.

“Thought you said I was your toy? Sounds like that makes it your decision on when you fuck me,” you commented through the haze of your mind.

“It does,” he said, dragging the tip of his dick through your folds, “and I wanted to see the way you looked when you couldn’t decide if fear or lust was going to win out before I fucked every thought out of that pretty little head of yours.”

Whatever response you had was lost as he pushed his cock into you. Your jaw fell slack and a pathetic mix of a whine and moan filled the room as he filled every bit of you. His hands gripped your hips and he gave you just enough time to adjust to the way his cock felt inside of you before he was setting a brutal pace.

A symphony of his name and curses left your mouth and he seemed to revel in the way you sounded and looked beneath him.

“God damn,” he swore, “it’s like your cunt was made for me,” he said while his hand came down to rub at your clit, watching the way your back arched off the table.

“Please, Doctor,” you begged, not even sure what you were begging for.

He sped up the pace of his thrusts and removed his other hand from your hip to begin rolling your nipple in between his fingers, going back and forth between the two.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He taunted, “for me to tie you down and fuck you? For me to use you however I wanted?”

“Y-yes, Doctor,” you stuttered out between moans, feeling your orgasm creep up on you again.

“Such a good little toy. Getting off on being reminded of your place with me,” he chuckled, “Go ahead then. Cum on my cock and prove how much you want to be my little fuck toy.”

It didn’t take much longer for your back to arch off the table again, his fingers still rubbing at your clit in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

Once he was sure you had ridden out your high, Jonathan’s thrusts sped up and he began chasing his own, cumming inside you after only a moment longer.

The both of you took a couple moments to catch your breath and then he was pulling out of you. He undid your restraints and helped you to sit up, making sure you were okay before kissing you again.

“I meant what I said back at the asylum,” he said against your lips, “No one else.”

You shook your head the slightest bit, still kissing him in between his words, “I don’t want anyone else. I came to you with the idea for a reason.” You pulled away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes, a playful look crossing your face as you spoke again, “Besides, I can’t wait to see your reaction as you learn more of what I’m into if that was the reaction I got for something as simple as being tied up.”

Jonathan chuckled and shook his head slightly,

“You little minx,” he muttered, kissing you once more.

[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[genericpuff]

oh boy it's that time again

when rachel posts 'video progress' of her work and we proceed to dissect it like a frog in 9th grade science class

like ok first the caption of "is persephone the chicken and hades the egg" makes no fucking sense except to anyone who overthinks it and goes "wait is that a reference to the popularly-perpetuated version of the myth where persephone went down to the underworld willingly and hades didn't actually exist???" because if it is ima scream lmao

but MORE IMPORTANTLY-

Here's the transcript of what she's saying in the video:

"I think I've always wanted to write Hades' and Persephone's story because obviously I really like them. It's like very much a chicken and egg situation because I think in the beginning I thought that I was going to use a very abstract black and white style, and I realized it wasn't very enticing or fun for me, um... and I started drawing these very like vibrant characters and as I drew them I understood more about the story the more that I explored the art style, um and I guess an example of that is, y'know, Persephone is like a very bright color um, and the Underworld, is a very dark dark blue, and so when she says she really sticks out so it's just environmental uh processes like that that really helped inspire the direction of the story."

(despite her expanding on the "chicken and the egg" bit it still doesn't make sense imo lmao)

But what we're seeing isn't S1 LO, it's actually from S3 of LO:

But um... you notice anything interesting about the screenshot I just showed you?

That literally looks NOTHING like what we see in the final panel. At the VERY least I think this goes to show how overcooked it becomes in post-production, when they add the canvas layer and hypersaturate the shit out of the colors, but even the blending technique just isn't matching up?

A lot of what she's doing in this video also feels very... non-existent, like she's brushing her pen around but very little is happening so it feels more like her just putting down random brush strokes to try and make it seem put-together but really she's just kind of pushing colors around and/or doing nothing. Especially when, again, what she's painting here looks nothing like the final picture (so at best it's a lot of wasted work??)

And knowing what we know about the assistants drawing the characters separately so that Rachel can rearrange them in the final episode layout... I don't wanna call foul play here, but this feels like yet another attempt on Rachel's behalf to make her process seem more involved than it is by simply redrawing a scene for the performative aspect of it all. It's like the "sketches" in the books looking way too 'clean' for the final product and giving the impression that she just sketched over the final panels to make them look pretty enough for print.

I also wanna mention that for some reason she's drawing this on her iPad when she owns a Cintiq. It could be because she was drawing this while abroad in the US for her conventions last fall, but despite clearly being ahead of schedule, she still wound up drawing the final episode the night of-

Oh yeah and btw there are like a million clipping layers for what looks like just a simple drawing of Demeter. And this lines up with our previous theories about her using like 128549021809 layers for literally one character.

And aside from all that her commentary, as always, is very nothingburger, just a bunch of word salad. Like she's literally trying to explain LO's color theory as "well Persephone is bright pink and the Underworld is dark blue so she sticks out! That's all you need to know!"

IDK, I'm not coming to any sort of ironclad conclusion based off this one video, but it does feel like yet another desperate attempt to prove that she does work on LO and doesn't just leave it all to her assistants to do at the last minute. But like... she's kind of screwed in that argument either way, because even if she draws the majority of panels in LO, that just further proves the argument that she's stopped trying.

[damnfandomproblems]

We received a handful of very similar submissions not too far apart from each other, so I've decided to break format a bit and include them all in one post together here to get them out of the way. Each will have their own Fandom Problem number but we will still be getting the same amount of posts today, this will just be one item in the queue.

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Fandom Problem #6735:

I saw someone complain that Hatsune Miku drawn as an Israeli teenager is exactly the same as drawing Nazi Germany Miku!

This is an example of an antisemitic trope called Holocaust inversion - but that's actually beside the point.

I saw the same person post their own lovely fanart of an Egyptian Miku.

Look, I don't think random ass Egyptians nowadays are to blame for their government's or their ancestors misdeeds. Nor do I think Egyptian Miku somehow represents them.

But I find it hypocritical that they're implying Israeli civilians are just like the fucking Nazis when they're from a country where ~20 Jews live.

There are over 50 000 Egyptian Jews in the world! They had to leave Egypt because there they're were being murdered or having their houses firebombed. Most went to Israel because no other country would take them.

I guess by this person's logic they're just as bad as Nazis.

But since this is a fandom blog, let's bring Miku back into this:

Miku is Japanese.

Japan is a nation with an imperialist past. Japanese nationalism is still going strong. The Ainu people and Ryukyuan people had their homelands colonized, and were forcibly assimilated. To this day the Japanese government does not recognize them as minority ethnic groups.

The Wikipedia category page for Japanese war crimes has well over 50 entries, sorted by the nation they were committed in. Between them, hundreds of thousands were killed, and hundreds of thousands were raped or forced into sexual slavery. This is not a distant past, there are "comfort women" survivors still alive today. The Japanese government didn't apologize for any of this until the 1990s. Japan continues to not have any laws in place to prevent racial or ethnic based discrimination.

Does Miku represent imperialism, colonialism, mass murder, genocide, racism, and state sponsored mass sexual slavery, just because she is Japanese?

No, of course not. That would be dumb. We don't hold individual Japanese people, and certainly not random Japanese fictional characters, responsible for this. That would be both racist and pointless.

If you think that it's somehow different for a fanmade Israeli teenager Miku design,

🫵you are an antisemite🫵

Fandom Problem #6736:

'white people participating in the international hatsune miku trend is LITERALLY colonialism' isn't a take i expected to see and yet here we are!

I think it's time we all go outside!

Fandom Problem #6737:

I really don't want to be judgemental and I know that the whole Mikusona monday/personal Hatsune Miku design trends from a while ago were all about redesigns based on the artist's tastes.

But you know, sometimes the design is so far removed from the original that its just unrecognizable as Miku?

I mean if your character has a different silhouette than Miku, a different outfit than Miku, a different face than Miku, a different hairstyle than Miku, a different hair color than Miku, nothing that would thematically connect it to Miku, then that's not Hatsune Miku, that's your OC!

Fandom Problem #6738:

"I drew Palestinian Miku because Israeli Miku made me feel sick!"

Really? Seriously?!

You drew Palestinian Miku, not because you love Palestine, not because you love Palestinian culture, but because you wanted to stick it up to those pesky Israeli artists?

That's... I don't even know what to say. That's awful, and it reveals an awful lot about you.

You're not even Palestinian - you're appropriating Palestinian culture to fuel your hatred of Israeli citizens.

You aren't pro-peace. You aren't even pro-Palestine. You're just antisemitic.

Fandom Problem #6739:

Artist draws Chinese Hatsune Miku

People: 😍🥰🤗💗

Artist draws Iranian Hatsune Miku

People: 💖☺️😄🤩

Artist draws Afghan Hatsune Miku

People: 😊😻💞🥰

Artist draws Indonesian Hatsune Miku

People: 👏🤗💗🙂

Artist draws British Hatsune Miku

People: 😄♥️😽💕

Artist draws USAmerican Hatsune Miku

People: 🥰😍✨💝

Artist draws Israeli Hatsune Miku

People: I literally feel sick rn kill yourself you racist nationalist genocidal colonizer! How dare you touch Hatsune Miku! Your culture is fake and your art is ugly as shit!

...somehow, I feel that it isn't about genocide being bad 🤔

(and yes, I have actually seen people say each and every single word I wrote there. It's not an exaggeration.)

Fandom Problem #6740:

There's a trend going around of people drawing Hatsune Miku if she was from their own countries, which is really fun to see, but I gotta say,

If seeing someone's drawing of Israeli Miku makes you 'feel sick' (actual quote that I saw), or if you think someone drawing Israeli Miku means they support genocide,

I need you to step back and realize that this line of thought isn't normal, it is in fact really fucking racist.

Random citizens of Israel aren't to blame for their government's actions, if you can't realize that, you have been radicalized and not in a "cute" way!

People are not to blame for their government's actions. Random people sharing their culture and making a drawing fucking Hatsune Miku aren't showing approval for everything their country does.

If you can respect, say, Chinese, Russian, or Iranian artists (or anyone, really) in spite of their countries' rampant human rights violations - because it's not their goddamn fault - but you are unable to do the same for Israeli artists -

That is just racist, it's a double standard, and it reeks of antisemitism.

This sort of performative outrage, this performative disgust - it does JACK SHIT to help people in Gaza.

Please do better.

Fandom Problem #6741:

I can't help but to side eye people who draw their blorbos with Palestinian flags... OK, you drew Miku with a keffiyeh on her ass. Exactly how is that supposed to help? By creating awareness? You really think anyone on this site isn't aware by now?

It seems like performative activism at best.

If you really want to use your art to help people in Gaza, take charity commissions or something that'll help materially you know!

[anrimii]

Omg a Sannah enjoyer, are u even real cuz people tend to forget them so much 😭

Can you tell us your opinion about them???? Like everything u think about them, either before or after the twins went missing???? Thanks!!!

'At some point on the night of Feb 2nd, 2014, the liquor is flowing and the music is bumping. These two introverted gals are having a little gossip sesh to the side....'

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Woah woah woah woah woah ..... say less. The underrepresentation of this ship in the fandom is cray cray so here are some more headcanons I have for them!!

My overall opinion, they are so lovely and have so much potential 🥺 I am simply a sucker for best friends to lovers and I'm sold each and every time it is fed to me. That being said, the complexity of Sam's feelings for the Washingtons is my personal special interest...

I like to think that some of these confusing feelings she held for her best friend may have transferred over to that friend's older brother following her disappearance.... thus birthing Josh/Sam.

That is a completely different post, none the less I thought I'd mention it here 👀

These hcs will be about the prologue and leading up to the trip where the prank happened.... mayhaps gonna lead into another headcanon post I'm working on so stay tuned!!

Juicy stuff below the cut ↴

God Hannah was SO excited for this trip. There wasn't anything especially out of the ordinary about plans for the gathering, but she just had this feeling in her gut. Something big was going to happen. It filled her with anticipation.

She couldn't contain her giddiness and constantly texted Sam about her excitement leading up to the day. It made Sam feel a bit better about the upcoming get-together.

Sam had been having some anxiety surrounding the latest trip. She had started to notice some... red flags, let's say; amongst some of the people in her friend group and worried about spending a weekend with them and the trouble that could arise.

She wouldn't tell Hannah these concerns, especially seeing her excitement at the mere mention of the get-together her and her siblings were planning. Hannah already struggled a bit in these larger social situations and seeing her light up at the prospect of one was a positive thing in Sam's mind.

Of course, 90% of the discussions about Hannah's excitement centered around Mike's presence and the things she hoped she would get to do with Mike....

Sam tried so very hard to shove a lot of those anxious heartache feelings away. She did not want to find out where they were coming from. Let alone threaten to entertain them.

She tried drawing and sketching the group to ease her nerves when simply partaking in the substances brought to the party wasn't enough to take her mind off things.

The first portrait she drew from the group was Hannah's

She couldn't seem to get Hannah off her mind that night.... despite all of the shenanigans and craziness all around from everyone

The combination of nerves and seeking a distraction got Sam thoroughly sauced and out of it, keeping her glued to her sketchbook until she started noticing things happening around her... whispers and glances in her direction...

She finally picked up on the group's plan to pull some kind of "prank", catching a sly remark from Emily and Jess as they discussed the contents of their written note.

Sam's hazy mind eventually pieced together who their intended target was, trying to sort out her jumbled thoughts...

TBC......

[wolvertooth]

what if, victor, logan and wade were all boyfreinds, all three cant die so they said fuck it

here u go anon. the 1st piece of sabes n wolvie fanart i ever drew(back in july 2023) after rewatching hulk vs wolverine, feat. deadpool(not my 1st wade, we had quite the history in highschool)

i think my brain is so gripped by sabrevine that it cant think of them being with anyone else.....but i'll give it a shot. for wades sake.

i do see them all as post weapon x survivor besties. and immortality homies.

wade is basically an honorary feral type, since he literally shares his dna with logans. wades an odd case, due his killer instinct being...natural. in a human way. he was born with the urge to kill n maim. which is different, but im sure they'd get to a point to trust him enough to wanna chat about it.

wade n logan would bond over their psychosis, even tho being fairly different experiences. i can see them also having a lotta smoke hangouts while logan just listens to wade rant

vic n wade would bond over their shitty dads, and also talk about being dads. as well as their merc lives and heavy knowledge of killing(infodump sesh on weapons)

all of them would bond over their memory problems.

group therapy would be a thing. calling out eachothers bullshit. problem with that being that logan would get ganged up on pretty frequently, and thatd piss him off....all 3 of them hate being told theyre in the wrong, logan getting frustrated by it the most. seriously, logan gets picked on a ton by these guys and thatd be something they’d need to sort out lol(maybe he enjoys the attention sometimes tho)

i kinda wish they showed more of wade n vic being buddies in the comics, since it was mostly in deadpool 2016 issues 8 - 12, showing when they used to work together and how theyre still sorta pals…..

i think both logan n vic see wade as someone they should take care of, mostly from the standpoint of having some age on him. bit like a younger brother. that does make wade kinda the odd one out, but hes got other lovers in his life at least(is his wife still alive? i havent caught up on the comics since like 2016)

they all share the burden of being cursed to forever deal with their fucked up brains, never being able to escape who they are, and that can make for some good sleepover conversations ig. like, its not even a lovers thing, its a ‘ur the fuckers im forced to spend eternity with, and even tho we all have in common the shit we hate about ourselves, im glad its with u’ type of thing

oh and theyre all pain junkies so u know the sex is freakyyyyyy

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Greetings.  I would like to make a request with Lester where the (female) reader recently turned 18 and she and Lester have been together in secret for a while and Apollo's sons and daughters are shocked that their stepmother is supposed to be barely older than They.  Thank you!☀️

Ty for the request! Sorry it took so long to post!☺️🫶🏽

Title: Do We Call you Stepmom now?

Apollo x Fem!Reader

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You finished up with training the new demigods at Camp. The new kids gathered their supplies and walked off to prepare for dinner. You finished cleaning up the weapons and sorted them properly on the weapon stache.

The sun rays glint brightly in the clear waters. The golden hue of the sunset always made you smile thinking about him. Just the thought of him made you blush and made your heart thump. As if reading your mind, you heard a chariot land behind you. You turn and saw Apollo getting off the chariot. He transformed into Lester. You didn’t mind at all. You loved him both ways no matter what. But he will always be the goofy, charming Lester to you no matter what.

His eyes glossed over as his mouth curved into that brilliant smile of his. He held out his hands and cupped your face gently. His blue eyes twinkled. Lester leaned into you and placed his lips onto yours. His kisses were always like this. Slow and meaningful. You always felt loved by him.

“I missed you darling,” He said pecking your lips.

You giggled, “I just saw you yesterday.”

He sighed dramatically, “Oh my love and it’s never enough.” His hands traced your back and he held you closely.

You glanced over your shoulder and saw Kayla walking over to where you and Apollo were.

“Ah!” You pushed him away and started to pretend lifting a sword.

Lester raised his eyebrows at you, “Y/N!”

“I’m sorry but we haven’t told your kids yet we’re together! What will they say! Im a Demigod!” You panicked ducking behind a shield.

Lester bit his lip, “Well let’s tell them now! Darling you just turned 18 it’s fine! We’re happy and in love!” He clapped happily.

You furrowed your eyebrows still ducked behind the shield. Kayla was getting close now soon she will see you two. Lester knelt up to you.

“My love, my sweet sunshine it’s ok I promise. They won’t say anything and as far as I can tell they love you!”

Your lips trembled, “are you sure?”

He nodded and he held his hand out. You took it and brushed the dirt off your knees. You spotted Kayla and waved at her.

“He-hey Kayla!” You nervously smiled.

Her eyes darted when she saw Lester, “Hey dad! What are you doing here today.”

You fiddled with your thumbs nervously.

“Greetings amazing daughter, me and y/n actually have something to tell you and the others, where are they now?”

“Oh they’re getting ready for dinner! Come on! I was just looking for y/n since I hadn’t seen her.”

Your heart warmed. Maybe they will be ok with this. The three of you chatted and walked back to the cabins. Kayla seemed unknowing of you and Lester. His fingers brushed against yours as the three of you walked. You finally reached the cabin and your heart raced faster.

Will was chatting with Nico outside the cabin. Austin was running around looking for a piece for his saxophone.

Will spotted you 3 and his eyes beamed. “Dad! Hey!”

“We have news to tell you all, my magnificent children,” Lester grinned. You nodded trying to seem confident. You all gathered in the central living space of the cabin. All eyes were on you and him. Even Nico was there. He smirked and drew a heart with his fingers. You bit your tongue. Oh no.

“So we are gathered here today to say-“ Lester began.

“What that you and y/n are together and happily in love?” Austin cackled. You froze in place. You looked over at Apollo who seemed a little anxious.

“Cause if you’re going to say that, we already know,” Will finished looking at the others. Your mouth gaped slightly open. They didn’t seem angry or uncomfortable which was a good sign.

Kayla got up and swung her arm around your shoulders, “maybe next time if you wanna keep things secret don’t make out on top of the training hill.”

Your eyes widened and your face turned beet red. “I uh can explain that!” You stammered.

“Fine yes we are happy and in love! We wanted to tell you ourselves but it seems we are indeed bad at hiding it,” Lester blushed.

“I just didn’t know if you guys were gonna be ok with it, we’re friends and I adore everyone in the Apollo cabin, you’re good people,” You spoke, your eyes looking down.

Kayla still had her arms around you, “We discussed it and we’re all ok with it! Actually we’re estatic! We all love you y/n, it’s a little odd you’re around the same age as us. But we will get used to it!” She gave you a squeeze and went to sit back down.

Your heart felt warm. You started to tear up and you felt Lester’s fingers lace into yours.

“Told you honey,” he said softly.

Will got up and wiggled his finger at Apollo. “Now now that doesn’t mean we won’t hold our father accountable though. Don’t go hurting our precious Y/N!”

You giggled and side hugged Lester. “I promise on myself I won’t!” He Exclaimed.

You were so happy. You and Lester can be together publicly now and it made your heart skip a beat. He was your everything. The cabin seemed happy about it. Everything was perfect

Austin cleared his throat and everyone looked at him, “but do we have like start calling you step mom now?”

[hiskillingjar]

Do you think you can make more of ren Hana x reader please and keep doing amazing amazing job 

yeah sure.

1300+, hyperfem mc, kind of...au post BTD2 ren where he's trying to be a normal guy and. doesn't work out for him. cw for ref to CNC but we're all freaks here so......

College was supposed to Ren's fresh start.

Well, community college was supposed to be, anyway. A full bank account and a computer full of fake documentation software and malware couldn't get him into a regular school (what with a lack of a GED and all).

So, he had applied to the closest community college with a sob story (something something abusive relationship that forced him to drop out, something something he’s trying to build a life for himself again) and gotten in on a partial scholarship to finish his high school diploma, and to study coding and programming after the fact.

It was good. Or, at least, it was movement to start a new life for himself, a normal life, a life he could be proud of that wasn’t built off of the legacy of-.

Then she happened.

He wasn't going to do this, he had told himself from the beginning. He wasn't going to let himself get caught up in the dazed and familiar spiral of infatuation and dangerous obsession, as he was so prone to do.

She deserved better than that. She was good and he was going to be good, too.

But...he was never that good at controlling himself.

Which was why they were making out in the college library, his hand up her frilly skirt (he was a sucker for that kind of thing and she almost leaned into it) and his tongue down her throat.

She moaned little whimpers against his lips, pressing her fingers in to his hair, her fake acrylic nails occasionally scratching at his scalp and rubbing the base of his ears, making him totally melt against her.

They were decorated with ‘My Melody’ charms this week, the pink matching the pale streaks in her blonde hair.

Like she had been plucked right out of his fantasies and placed in front of him.

Like a steak in front of a starving animal.

“Ah, Ren,” She gasped sweetly, wrenching her lips away from his as his fingers stroked over the front of her underwear. He pressed two of them against the slightly damp fold, and idly circled the plush flesh underneath, feeling the wet fabric cling to her skin. “Mmm…noooo, don’t…”

“You like that?” He whispered, dipping his head down to kiss her neck.

She smelled of perfume and powder foundation, and he was addicted to it.

“Stoooop,” She whined with the slightest pout, pressing her face into his shoulder and gripping his hair a little tighter, pulling a little too hard for it to feel good.

“Ngh,” Ren let out a little grunt, pulling himself away and shaking his head (like a startled animal) before staring at her, his brows knitting together as he drew his fingers back from her panties. “Are you not into this? Should I stop?”

“Huh?” She blinked as he pulled back, her fake lashes fanning against her cheeks, making her eyes look even bigger and doll-like. God, no wonder he was crazy about her. “Oh, no, I’m…really into it, actually.” She admitted shyly.

“But,” He tilted his head with a confused look. “You were telling me to stop…”

“Um…y-yeah,” She giggled, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, matching her blush, as she idly scraped a lock of pink hair behind her ear. “Ah, not to freak you out out or anything, but, mm…I’m kind of into that sort of thing…consensual-non-consent, roleplay…stuff. And, you know, we’ve been seeing each other for a while, so…”

Ren blinked too, his ears tilting back as his expression gave away even more confusion.

"Non-consent? You...think about that stuff?" He asked, idly hooking a fang over his lip and biting down.

"Ah," She shook her head and covered her face to hide a bashful smile. It was a ridiculously adorable gesture. "I-It's not that big of a deal...and a-a lot of girls are into that stuff, more than you think!"

"Isn't that kind of messed up, though?” He continued to press, drawing his hand back from her thigh and letting it trail down to her knee, where her sock was slipping down.

“I mean, I know it's a little messed up, even if it’s not...the real thing," She insisted, her hands back in her lap (like she was chasing after his hand, chasing some way of grounding her body to the Earth) and looking at him, sweet sincerity in her big eyes. "I know it is. But it's like a...reclamation kind of thing, you know?"

Ren frowned.

"Reclamation, wha...?"

"Like, taking bad things that have happened to you and,” She paused, biting her lip to hide a thoughtful frown of her own. “...Putting them in a situation that you have control over. A situation you can stop, if you need to."

"Huh..."

He’d never considered anything like that before.

Ren did know, probably more than most, that there were a lot of…weirdos out there (pot calling the kettle black, he knew), but he hadn’t considered that she might be like that too.

It didn’t make sense to him. She dressed in pink and white, got new nail designs every two weeks, and told him extensively about her plans to program a game about cat sitting when she had finished their course.

Girls like that didn’t have the darkness that he had, did they?

She was his ‘sweet one’, after all, his innocent, little angel, his doll, his Madonna, his-

"Please don't think I'm weird..." She murmured, her smile dropping at little at his extended silence. “I was being a little hasty, I know that. We don't have...I was just trying-"

She was so nervous. She was so worried that showing her darkness was going to scare him off.

If only she knew how often he though the same.

"No, no, I-" Ren cut her off with a slight chuckle, rubbing her knee affectionately. "It's okay," He then said, giving her an encouraging smile (trying not to let it grow into something bigger, scarier, more threatening, more honest). "I...I like it too, I think.” He knew, but he didn’t want to tell her too much. Not yet. “I like that you like it, too. We can keep going."

Her eyes widened a little and that sweet, innocent smile came back to her face.

"Really?" She said, her voice filled with something close to awe.

"Yeah," He dipped his voice down low and moved in closer again, reaching up and wrapping his fingers around her wrists and squeezing tight, keeping them pinned together (in lieu of any bondage) as he gave her a fang filled smirk. "Let's keep going."

She shivered, trying to wrench her wrists away from his grip as he pressed his smirk to her neck for a harsh bite.

“AH!” She gasped, her soft thighs pressing together as he dug his teeth into her skin, bruising her, marking her as his. “No, no…s-stop-“

He paid no attention to her protests (uncaring if they were even real or not) as he dug his teeth in a little harder, feeling the first pinpricks of blood welling against his lips as he reached one hand back up her skirts and began to knead at her panties again.

She was much wetter than she had been before, and he didn’t stop himself from purring lowly in delight.

“Dirty girl,” He murmured hotly, laving his tongue over the bloody bite on her neck. Her cute blouses weren’t going to hide that one, and he struggled to contain his delight about that. “Getting off on this, aren’t you? Me touching you when you don’t want it.”

“Nghh…” She kept twisting in his grip, her bottom lip swelling as she bit down even harder. “I’m not…getting off-“

“Yessss, you are,” He drawled, suddenly pulling the gusset of her panties to the side and pressing his fingers inside of her. Thank god it was late, and the library was empty. “Look at that, angel…I think your body is smarter than your head~”

“Fuck,” She swore, pressing her face into his shoulder again and tensing up even tighter. “T-That’s good…”

“I know,” He crooned, pressing a wet kiss to her cheek and sliding his fingers deeper. “I know it is. Good girl…”

“Just let me take what I want, now…”

[drawingnovels]

LNDS: Kids w/ MC

I got back into Love and Deep Space while also going back to tumblr to look at the tag and I was so inspired by what the community was making!! I drew these kids and make a lot of my own headcanons, but I NEED to point to @goldenstring6123 ‘s post about the boys as parents… it’s so good. It was Rafayel and Sylus specifically that got to me so I had to draw.

Girl dad Raf and twin kids Sylus… PERFECTION. thank you for writing them, @goldenstring6123 !!

MC x Rafayel

Oldest daughter was a total daddy’s girl, before she grew up and began to take on MC’s more… mature personality. Though, still seeks to spend time with Rafayel, in her own way

Seen as the cool, mysterious girl at school

Plays the flute amazingly; Rafayel always buys her an almost ridiculously large bouquet of flowers for every concert and she is secretly overjoyed by it

Spends a lot of time at the beach, practicing or looking for shells for her younger sister

Youngest sister is Rafayel’s partner in crime (but frequently sells him out when MC convinces her with treats… “Et tu, little starfish?!”)

She is constantly asking to help him paint and, of course, he obliges

They both end up in a huge mess

She’s playful and loud, often causes trouble (sometimes Rafayel joins in on her tantrums and they just end up giggling together)

Asks Thomas to promote her own paintings… He has so many of them now

She LOVES cats, much to Rafayel’s dismay and tries to get rid of what she thinks is Rafayel’s “fear” by bringing home the stray cats she comes across

MC x Sylus

The girl twin frequently butts heads with Sylus, acts like an angel to MC

She frequently orders Kieran and Luke around, they call her “Lil’ Boss”

Desperately wants to attend those important meetings Sylus goes to, pitches a fit when she’s told she can’t

Mephisto listens to both twins, but perches on her shoulder more often

Has a sort of… morbid sense of humor as she grows up, tells her family that she’ll protect them if Sylus ever dies ( to which he’ll reply: “At least the N109 Zone will have fitting replacement, darling daughter.”)

Calls herself the “older” sibling and she is fiercely protective over her twin

As an adult, she wants to be in charge of Onychinus and she has more than enough experience for it

The boy twin is the more quiet of the two

Let’s his sister do the talking for him

Sickly as a child, it was a great source of concern for everyone, but he grows healthier

Shy with Sylus because he feels he can’t keep up with him and his sister, but they grow closer over time

He prefers MC, but frequently asks to be carried by Sylus. He likes being tall

He’s the one secretly giving Mephisto treats

Excels in his studies, helps his sister out

As an adult, he struggles in the N109 Zone and prefers Linkon City, but he still wants to help the family

These are my headcanons and if they’re OOC, I’m sorry! I went really specific and I thought of my MC while making them ^^ I’ll probably make another for Xavier and Zane, but I need to think about it some more which is funny because I like those two more than Rafayel…

Anyways, thanks for reading! (And apologies if the formatting is weird, I just joined tumblr again ^^)

[dingodad]

Hi! I like your work and I saw one post a year ago in which some "Balrogs" were mentioned. Is it possible to get some information about them and their biology maybe? I'm asking here because I haven't found any information about them on all three of your accounts.

thanks! it's crazy that this keeps coming up even 10 years later LOL. the balrogs were the subject of literally one single post which contained the following information:

they are a "cousin species" to cherubs

their genders align with order (blue) and chaos (red) rather than creation and destruction

they transform into giant scorpions rather than giant snakes

the post you saw on this blog is the second time in a decade i have ever drawn or talked about this concept so there is not a lot else to go around but because you asked nicely i drew some more pictures and thought about them a bit more:

instead of discarding a shared personality upon maturity, balrogs consume their mates and make them part of their body. they take on their final scorpion form together, with the losing partner becoming the tail (above). sort of like the male anglerfish who shrinks down to just a sexual organ attached to the female

cherubs are angels who fly through space so balrogs live in the cores of planets instead (duh)

cherubs are associated with black holes and astrophysics so balrogs are connected to quantum mechanics and the physics of tiny particles (where order / chaos and probability are important physical forces)

^ in connecting those two things, balrogs could have the ability to burrow not just into the earth but into the atomic substructure of all matter. so they can travel across the universe to meet and fight but through back channels rather than actually being able to fly through space

they use the Forge / other volcanoes to lay their eggs in the cores of planets and then the eggs hatch when the inhabitants of that planet dig deep enough to awaken them? like the story of the balrog in lord of the rings

the eggs would hatch into millions of babies like spider eggs and the swarm of young balrogs would spread across the planet to potentially disastrous effect. but only one or a few ultimately survive to grow into the cosmically powerful adult stage

i think the discovery of a balrog egg sac in the core of your planet could be like a kind of cosmic test determining whether the civilisation on that planet aligns more with the forces of order or chaos. and maybe the results of that test determine which type of balrog survives to adulthood

unless people have more questions i don't particularly have plans to do anything further with balrogs but you're not the only person who has expressed interest so i think it would be fun if anyone who is interested in the idea could play with it themselves and see what they come up with :)

[nostalgicnarrator]

Over Hill and Under Mountain

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Word Count: 9,586 Parings: Thorn X Bilbo Description: as Thorin and his Small company make their way though the wood, Thorin is met with problem after problem, he just wants to see his hobbit.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

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Note:

I’ve rewritten this five times, and this is the chapter filed down and useless info removed, and it still feels wrong and kind of empty and honestly I think I fumbled with the characters in this chapter but I really don’t know how to fix it and if I don’t post this now it will forever be stuck in limbo. So I’m sorry I did my best, here ya go.

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The hours passed slowly as the group continued, till they came to a bridge that was supposed to be there, and granted it was, sort of.

With its timbers rotting and broken, it wouldn’t have even supported a hobbit or an elf. it cracked and creaked dangerously as wind brushed against it.

‘This is definitely the wrong path’ Thorin thought but- it would take too long to trace back-‘ a voice interrupted his thought.

“We can’t cross here,” Dwalin said, frowning at the collapsed structure. “We’ll need to find another way.” Dwalin looked at Thorin.

Thorin nodded, his jaw set. “We must find a different path or make our own…move carefully. Stay alert and stick together.” Thorin commanded.

the group forged around in a familiar fashion. Dwalin took the back Nori was behind Thorin as the two younger found themselves in the middle of the group.

Thorin spurred his pony forward, she reared up when he tried to get her to leave the path. But after a bit of coxing the pony’s begrudgingly tread off the path.

the dense forest seemingly closed in around them. They moved slowly but not quietly, fallen leaves crunched and rustled under hoofs.

Thorin couldn’t help but feel more uneasy than before, sick almost. He glanced back at the others, they seemed to feel similar by the looks on their faces.

Suddenly a quick rustling snapped the attention of the whole company. Thorin looked just in time to watch a spider knock Nori from his pony and throw him to the floor.

The dwarf was barely fast enough to push the venomous jaws of the spider away, he kicked and flailed somewhat helplessly in his panic before a war hammer found its mark on the spider’s head.

The spider went flying away from Nori as Dwalin swung again and smashed the head of the spider.

Nori scrambled up and pulled his mace from its hold and he slammed it into the very next spider that dropped on them-Thorin drew Orcrist and joined the others, his sister’s sons not far behind.

The company fought against the onslaught of spiders, Thorin hardly remembered there being this many spiders before. He turned and sliced the head of one spider in half.

Kíli gets pinned by another spider, Fíli stabs at its abdomen, and Kíli is able to kick it away. Nori was watching the back of Dwalin horribly mangling any spider that got close.

The battle felt long though it truly wasn’t, as Kíli ran out of arrows, Fíli had lost a sword seeing as Kíli left his on his poney who had run off with the others when the spiders attacked.

Thorin’s jaw set once again, he looked around, ‘this is it, I failed, i failed my family, my friends- I failed Bilbo’ Thorin squeezed his eyes shut at that thought ‘I failed Bilbo’ he looked around desperately at that thought 

‘I can’t! No I can’t fail him now I can’t-‘ but his thoughts are interrupted by a flurry of arrows whizzed through the air, striking the spiders with a deadly precision. 

He looked at Kíli who was shakily welding one of Fíli’s twin swords. ‘Then who-?’ A blond and very familiar looking Elf comes into view, he slides to a stop near them, he releases arrows as fast as he drew them.

Before even a moment had passed, most of the spiders were dead, the others fled away deeper into the shadows of the forest, the sky was darkening slowly.

The blond elf spoke haltingly, “Do…do you… need help?”, he asked Thorin. Thorin watched as the elf’s gaze turned from himself to the rest of his group. Thorin eyed the elf suspiciously.

Thorin could almost recall the name of this Elf, he was sure it started with an L, he was the elven king’s son. He knew that much anyway, he also remembered how they had met, under unsavory conditions.

Thorin had also been introduced to him formally in court of course but he really couldn’t remember the elf’s name. Was it Leg? Leg something. ‘I wonder if I asked, if that would be considered rude..?’ He thought.

Apparently, Thorin had been quiet for too long, and somewhat glaring at the elf in question. So much so that Dwalin had answered for him. “Aye, we do.”

After a long moment, the elf gestured for them to follow him. Thorin felt the eyes of his small company find him, he nodded and followed after the elf as he led them away deeper into the darkening forest.

“Where are you taking us?” Thorin asked, The elf looks back at them and then straight ahead again.

“Uncle don’t worry!” Kíli said while smiling. He clapped Thorin on the back “I’m sure he’s not taking us to a dungeon again.”

“Ugh! Don’t even joke about that- that was horrible” Fíli whines as he puts his swords away.

“That it was” Nori agreed as he nodded, Thorin looked back at the Elf. He really rather not be locked away again.

You never know with the temperament of elves, even though Thorin assumes he’s in good graces with the elves he could be wrong. Well, maybe not good. 

And maybe even especially with this elf in particular. The prince had been the one leading the group that captured them the first time. And Throin does openly insult the boy’s father. This could be a trick.

Dwalin, again, after a long silence, cleared his throat, getting the elf’s attention. “So, what’s yer name again lad? Aren’t ya the elf king's son?”

The elf blinked at them but decidedly remained silent. Thorin really couldn’t help the thought that came to his mind. ‘Does he know common?’

Thorin looked up when the elf answered the first of Dwalin’s questions “Le-…Legolas.” The boy said in an unsure tone while shifting his eyes away to the tree line.

Kíli pushed ahead to be beside the elf. “That’s right! Do you remember us? You kinda locked us up for being in your territory! Your guard captain helped me when I was poisoned!” Kíli said, far too cheerily.

Legolas looked down at Kíli and rolled his eyes as he looked away. ‘So he does know common?’ Thorin thought. 

Kíli continued to try and speak with Legolas as they continued through the forest but the elf seemed uninterested, while Kíli continued to talk, nonstop. Thorin was a Kíli question away from having only one hire.

Sometimes Kíli would get “yes” or “no” to questions, which only seemed to fan his flame.

Legolas led them to a different path deeper in the forest, one that was a bit better kept than the other 

Once they made it to the path, Legolas seemingly disappeared. Kíli looked around for the elf he was just next to but found nothing. 

Thorin didn’t see much of a reason to worry, the business of Elves was none of his, though his sister’s son seemed to think otherwise.

“Uncle! Legolas disappeared!” Kìli cried, stating the very obvious. The lad looked out into the forest as if to find the elf.

Fìli looked at his brother when he cried out, he whipped his head around also looking for the elf. Fìli’s eyes found his uncle. “Why do you think he-.” But Thorin didn’t even let the question fully settle in the air.

“Lads, he is an elf, I am not his king or his father. I have no reason to worry.” Thorin grumbled, he was not in the mood at the moment. 

They had lost all their supplies, the elf was gone, and they very well could starve here.

“But uncle-“ Kìli whined. Thorin interrupted them again, he was starting to get frustrated with his sister’s sons. He had far too many other things to worry about, he did not have time for a stupid elf.

“THAT IS ENOUGH.” Thorin yelled, the two boys immediately shut their mouths, all questions quickly lost before they could be asked.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the whole company. Thorin sighed and rubbed his face, a sudden exhaustion washed over him. 

Dwalin was the first to break the silence by clearing his throat, Thorin peeked over his hand that was covering his face.

“Thorin, the ponies had our supplies.” Dwalin stated and Thorin had to almost fight himself not to roll his eyes. He was very aware of what was happening. “What should we do?” Dwalin asked after a moment.

Thorin dropped his hand from his face. “We’ll make do with what we have.” Thorin crosses his arms. He looks around and then looked back at Dwalin 

“Dwalin, go with the boys to gather things for a fire, maybe you will find something to eat.” Thorin suggested dully, Dwalin nodded and left with the boys.

Thorin watched them for a few minutes before turning to his spymaster. “Nori help me make a list of everything we have.” Thorin nearly demanded.

Nori nodded, and the two of them dug through what little supplies they had. Aka the two backpacks. One was Dwalin’s and the other was Fíli’s Nori had a side back and Thorin had a few things in his pockets

Thorin felt himself almost pale at the prospect of how little they truly had. He felt even more so when not much wood was found for a fire that night nor food.

Thorin did not sleep. Morning came and went. After a bit of debating on which direction to take, the smaller company began to follow the new path that they were set on by Legolas.

As much as Thorin didn’t want to, he'll have to thank the lad when he sees him again. If he saw him again.

Suddenly there was a soft rustle of leaves, everyone drew their weapons and formed a circle quickly. Thorin whipped his head to the left of the path where the rustling was coming from.

Suddenly, Legolas emerged from the trees. Beside him were two of the small company’s missing ponies, Thorin’s very own and Dwalin’s old pony. 

They trailed in, looking a bit battered and beaten. The ponies somehow kept they’re owners' packs on them.

“Oh! That’s where you went!” Kíli said excitedly, Thorin raised his brow at the sound of relief in his sister’s son’s voice.

He did not know this elf well nor did they meet in good will, the first time anyway, yet Kíli sounded relieved that the elf came back. Did they seriously not trust him to lead the company out of these cursed woods.

“How did you find them?” Throin heard Fíli ask, Throin watched as Fíli huffed when Legolas offered no answer.

Legolas decided to simply stand there, as if he’s waiting on something. Thorin’s theory of Legolas not knowing common was relit at his lack of response.

Nori wasted no time, immediately going through the packs on the ponies to check them. Dwalin took the reins from Legolas, offering a curt nod of thanks while waiting for Nori to confirm what they had recovered.

Fíli looked Legolas over quietly, Thorin began to wonder if Fíli felt offended when Legolas did not answer him. Fíli was used to receiving respect as the heir and crowned prince. The boy's words carried some weight among his own people. But not here

Here Fíli’s words meant as much as an elf’s would in theirs. Thorin was very sure that being ignored so casually, by an elf especially, most likely stung the princeling’s pride, and if Thorin really looked he was sure he could see frustration beginning to bubble over inside the princeling.

He had seen a similar look when they were captured the first time though Thorin was sure it was more over being manhandled by elves. Thorin opened his mouth to say something but was instead interrupted “Only two?” Fíli asked.

Thorin watched as Fíli’s eyes scanned the woods as if hoping more ponies might emerge from the shadows. Legolas only nodded.

Dwalin grunted, “The spiders most likely got the others.”

Kíli gasped, “-no! Not peanut-she was really sweet.” Kíli whined. He looked at Thorin as if asking if it was true.

Dwalin huffed and grunted, “Not much you can do for it now lad.”

“- I think that’s mostly everything we might need, we might be a little low on food and comfort.” Nori said seemingly unaware of the other conversation he was interrupting.

Thorin stepped forward to take the reins of his own pony. The animal snorted softly, almost like recognizing Thorin. He noticed a freshly treated cut across her cheek and gently petted her snout, murmuring words of comfort. 

“Thank you,” Thorin mumbled to Legolas. Apparently, the gratitude did not go entirely unheard like he thought. Thorin could feel the rest of the company look at him. 

Dwalin cleared his throat and Thorin looked at him, the confused crinkling on his friend’s brow wasn’t lost on Thorin.

“Remove the saddles.” Thorin began, he turned to the rest of the company. “What we can’t burden ourselves with, the ponies will carry.”

Nori and Dwalin took to removing the saddles and dropping them to the sides of the path. They won’t be needing them.

Kíli took a pack off the ponies, Kíli and Fíli moved to carry them but Dwalin took Kíli's pack, Thorin took the other from Fíli and everything else was situated on the back of the two ponies.

When the dwarves were ready, Legolas began to lead them once more. The trek through Mirkwood was slow and difficult, especially with unwilling ponies and heavy packs. 

It wasn’t made any easier with the foul air of the forest. Thorin began to allow his mind to wonder once more. ‘Has Óin faced similar perils?’ ‘Is he delayed in getting to Bilbo?’ Bilbo. 

Now that’s something that takes the mountain kings mind quickly. He hasn’t thought too much on Bilbo since he received word about what happened.

‘How hurt is he?’ Thorin pails at all the images that run through his head after that thought. Thorin had to remind himself to breathe, ‘perhaps, It's best not think about it…’

Thorin looked at their elven guide, and decided to wonder over to the elf instead. ‘I wonder why he has decided to stay with us.’ Thorin casted a glance at Kíli and Fíli who were talking to the elf guide.

Thorin briefly thought of asking the elf, but as Thorin watched Fíli look up at the elf expectingly only to deflate with faced with no answer, he decided that if he did ask Legolas would probably not tell him.

So Thorin resigned himself to following this quiet elf. Dwalin, Nori and himself try to avoid talking to the elf as much as possible. Kíli and Fíli kept trying to talk with him.

But as much as the elf try, it seemed it was almost impossible to ignore the two young Durins. Not even an elf prince who acted as cold as stone could out will them.

“Perhaps a funny story will lighten you, Legolas” Kíli suggested.

“Oh, I have a good one Kíli. Once my mother, our uncle and us were walking through the stall markets in a man city.” Fíli said, he looked to his brother and grinned at him

“Fíli! No-ow!” Kíli cried and tried to cover his brothers mouth

Fíli shoved Kíli away and bounced in front of the elf prince- who started to fight a creeping smirk on his face.  “Hush nadadith, the adults are talking, so Kíli and I were near the fountains where some Dwarowdams were and, he tried his hand in flirting-lets just say it ended horribly- mother showed up and-“

“FEE! Shut up!!” Kíli yelled, Thorin had to stifle a laugh as the boy stomped his foot. Almost like a child not getting his way.

“-And-ah! Uncle help!!” The two boys crashed to the ground making the ponies whiny in slight panic. Thorin chuckled as he and Dwalin calmed the ponies. But almost immediately everything fell deftly silent as Legolas snorted, a sound that Thorin didn’t know an elf could make, the elf prince began to laugh.

Thorin looked up in shock, it was the first time Legolas had anything but a blank face or an annoyed look. As the elven prince calmed he had to cover his mouth but Thorin saw it, the smile the lad held. Then surprisingly, the elf spoke with a humored tone.

“Father said you are all pig headed people that hate other races, that you and your people are violent and untrustworthy, that i should avoid talking-“

Kili interrupted him with a loud “Hey!”

Legolas shook his head but showed his smile “I am beginning to think that he was wrong, at least somewhat.” That raised a chuckle from Dwalin.

Fíli got up and smiled up at the elven prince. “Maybe you’ll answer my questions now?” 

Kíli jumped up and joined his brother. “To think all we had to do is tall a story-“

Fili nodded, then offered his brother a bobcat-like smile and elbowed him before saying “hey how about I tell the one about-mmph!”

Thorin knew the story the lad was talking of and promptly put a hand over his mouth and glared at Kíli who just looked lost.

Thorin huffed and opened his mouth to yell at Fíli, then the elf prince spoke up “while I … love stories, perhaps, we should continue?” He waited a moment and when Thorin nodded the elf continued to lead the way. Legolas began to gladly talk with the boys, though he was a little strange toward Kíli for a while. 

After that day each evening after they made camp, Legolas would disappear into the woods, only to return with game or other food. Then sit and spend almost hours talking with the boys.

Thorin found himself very grateful for it, it kept the boys distracted and they at least had something to eat. He also, for some reason, was beginning to feel very proud of Legolas, that the boy was to be the future leader of his kingdom.

Though he doesnt think he’d ever say that out loud, Dwalin had taken a bit of a liking to the boy too, mostly because of the princes who would occasionally drag him into the conversations.

Nori had taken a liking to the elf, but for a different reason, he saw him as a personal challenge. Nori tried to steal from the elf a few times-and each time was caught.

Thorin was grateful that the young prince took it in good humor, he’d rather not have to go explain to Dori how his brother tried to steal from an elf prince then was arrested, or try and beg the elven king to let him free. They were already on a time crunch as is.

When they finally neared the edge of the forest Thorin was not surprised when it was Kíli who lingered, “Thank you, Legolas,”

Thorin knew it was a silent goodby to the lad. He and the rest of the company waited at the end of the forest now. 

“You are very much welcome my friend, you are all welcome back here by my invitation any time.” Legolas offered kindly.

“Really?” Kíli asked as he raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes of course. You know there is a guard captain I know, she talks about a-“ Legolas stopped and looked up at Thorin then smiled back at Kíli. “Her friend. Perhaps we can all get to know each other better”

Kili smiled and nodded. He turned to Thorin, who was very certain his sister’s son’s face might just split in half.Thorin sighed and nodded to the elf.

Legolas left them a moment later. The company paused to make sure they were ready, then the company set off once more, the shadow of Mirkwood slowly fading behind them. 

Thorin’s mind, however, was already on the path ahead, focused on the time they had already wasted getting lost. Not to mention his hobbit. Bilbo was waiting for them in Rivendell.

The company had trudged along the rugged path, their footsteps began to slow as the hours passed. Thorin walked at the front now, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his mind still churning with worries. 

They only had two ponies, and the meager supplies they had left wouldn't last them long.

"Beorn’s house is not far from here," Dwalin called from the back, his voice breaking the silence that had settled over them like a thick fog.

Thorin glanced back at the older warrior, then at Nori when he nodded in agreement. "Aye, Beorn," Nori added. "We all know he’s not one for guests, but he might make an exception for old friends… especially old friends of a hobbit in need…”

Thorin’s jaw tightened. He knew they had little choice. It was truly their only option if they were to see Bilbo.

The thought of his hobbit paled face, his labored breaths growing weaker was enough for Thorin to swallow pride. "Very well," he muttered. "We head for Beorn’s."

And the journey to Beorn’s cabin, though a little off track, wasn't more than a few hours away. It was silent as Thorin walked ahead, footsteps being the only noise. 

With little else to do, Thorin's thoughts drift back to Bilbo. Thorin wasn’t sure when but he had come to admire his hobbit's courage and cleverness. Yet now, Thorin felt a strange ache in his chest when he was without him.

By the time they reached Beorn’s cabin, the sun had dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the clearing. The cabin stood sturdy and strong, an almost comforting sight. Almost.

Thorin’s eyes scan the surroundings for any sign of the skin-changer. A low growl from the woods made them all tense, hands instinctively reaching for their weapons. 

But before they could do much else, a massive familiar figure emerged from the trees. Beorn, the skin changer was in his man form. towering over the dwarfs, glaring down at them intimidatingly.

“What brings you here?” His voice was a rumbling growl, deep and dangerous like thunder rolling through the hills.

Thorin stepped forward, his jaw clenched, and forced himself to bow his head slightly. Swallowing his pride was like swallowing broken glass, and he could feel the weight of the others’ stares on him. 

“We need your help once again, Beorn,” he ground out, his voice tight. “We are short on supplies, and… Bilbo is in trouble. We must-”

At the mention of Bilbo, Beorn’s expression softened, just a fraction, and he grunted, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s wrong with the little bunny?”

Thorin’s frustration flared, a bunny his hobbit is not. “We received word he was hurt. We need to get to Rivendell.” Thorin all but growled out.

Beorn made a noise, something between a grunt and a scoff. “The elves will heal him better. What do you and your people expect to do?”

Thorin’s fists clenched at his sides, fury bubbling to the surface. His teeth ground together as he glared up at the towering man. How dare he? He was Thorin Oakenshield, not some wandering beggar!

“If you will not help us, then we’ll be on our way,” Thorin snapped, his voice sharp with barely restrained anger. He turned, ready to lead his company away. His pride had been battered enough for one day.

Beorn raised a bushy brow, clearly amused by the dwarf’s outburst. He grunted again before speaking. “You may stay, Thorin called Oakenshield, son of Thrain. But I’ll hear the whole tale. Start from the beginning.”

Thorin’s mouth was a thin line, his pride warring with the reality of their situation. He needed Beorn’s help, no matter how much it burned. “Fine,” he bit out. “Yes, Thank you.”

Inside the cabin, the company settled in quickly, grateful for the warmth and food Beorn had provided. But as much as Thorin should appreciate the food, and the warmth around him, he could not.

Thorin glared at the food Kíli had given him, he couldn’t eat as His stomach still churned with frustration. He felt his anger still simmering under his skin like a restless flame.

Thorin left to sit near the fireplace. The crackle of the fire did little to soothe him. He grabbed his pipe and began to pack it as he glared into the dancing flames. 

He spilt some of his tobacco, and Throin felt his anger flare again. ‘Why must everything be a battle?’ He thought angrily. 

The words of Beorn earlier still echoed in his mind. The skin-changer’s casual dismissal of them grated on his nerves more. Just as the smoke began to curl around him, Beorn sat near him. 

“Tell me, Thorin,” Beorn rumbled, his voice still deep, he sounded curious as he spoke. “Why do you insist on traveling to Rivendell? The bunny is safe there.”

Thorin inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around his pipe. He didn’t want to have this conversation, not now. Thorin huffed and looked up at the skin-changer. 

“He called for me… for us,” Thorin said, he couldn’t tell his tone was harsher than he should have used. “I sent Óin ahead. If you don’t remember him, he was the healer who traveled with us before-“

Beorn interrupted with a grunt of recognition. “Oh yes, I saw him from a distance. He was being escorted by a few elves, and passed through not too long ago.”

Thorin’s irritation faltered for a moment, as relief began flowing through him. He hadn’t realized how worried he really was until that moment. He exhaled, a small but genuine sigh of relief escaping him. “Good,” he muttered, nodding. “Good…”

But Beorn it seemed was not done yet. Thorin watched as the sink-changer crossed his arms. “You didn’t really answer my question. Why do you need to go? The elves are more than capable.”

Thorin gritted his teeth, feeling the urge to snap again, but something in Beorn’s eyes warned him off. He didn’t know what it was but the creature had an air about him.

“Because he asked for us,” Thorin repeated, more quietly this time, an uncomfortable feeling settled its way under Thorin’s skin now.

Beorn snorted. “Don’t lie to me, Dwarf. I may not know much about you, but I know when someone is lying.”

Thorin froze, caught off guard. He wasn’t lying, not really… So what did Beorn mean? Thorin felt his chest tightened as he looked up at the skin-changer. 

He forced himself to look away, feeling heat rise and settle in his face. ‘Where is that pesky wizard when he’s needed?’ Thorin cursed silently.

“…I…” Thorin started, but the words caught in his throat. Why was he so intent on seeing Bilbo himself? And Thorin couldn’t answer that question, he couldn’t, he didn’t understand it himself, Thorin just needed to, he wanted to.

He tried to think of something to say as his hands fidgeted. ‘The truth, the real truth.’ Thorin did not know, he grit his teeth and sighed. 

“I care for him,” he finally pushed out. “He is… my friend. I need to see him safe, with my own eyes.”

Beorn raised a bushy brow, then let out a rumbling chuckle that filled the room. “Ah, I see now,” he said, shaking his head as if amused by some private joke. “I will never understand that bunny or the company he keeps, but it seems dwarves hold just as many surprises.”

Thorin huffed, feeling the tension in his chest finally ease. He wasn’t sure what Beorn understood fully, but it didn’t matter. He kept his eyes trained on his feet.

Thorin tried to stop his hands from fidgeting so much. He tried to take a deep breath like Bilbo said to do when he got frustrated.

“He is more than he seems,” Thorin felt his mouth say, he couldn’t stop himself as he spoke. “Far more, I care for him, more than anything.”

After that Beorn left, and Thorin found himself alone with his thoughts once again. He stood and made his way outside to the garden.

He passed the flowers that were strangely enough still in bloom, Thorin was pleasantly surprised when they got to the land around the Cabin, it felt warmer than the area they came from.

He plopped himself down on a bench, he stared up at the stars that dotted the night sky. His thoughts raged loudly in his mind, and despite everything he had to think about, his mind decided on Bilbo. He felt his face warm once again.

His hobbit, when had he started calling Bilbo ‘his hobbit’? Does Bilbo think of himself as Thorin’s hobbit? Or does he think of Thorin as his Dwarf? 

Thorin huffed and rubbed his face, he was sure if one could see him his face would be entirely red. Thorin leaned back against the bench and blew a smoke ring.

Bilbo had shown him how to do that, his hobbit was quite proud to show off and Thorin couldn’t help but find his hobbit so cute.

He didn’t want to admit it then, but now Thorin didn’t mind, he loved his hobbit, Thorin tried to remember when he had begun to think of Bilbo as cute too.

And in that moment, Thorin felt a strange sense of peace, a warmth spreading through him, then it hit him like a stone to the head. 

He loved him, the feeling that had been there every moment he was with his hobbit, the loneliness when he wasn’t. He loves him, and he wasn’t going to let Bilbo go again once he had him back.

A day or two later the company was ready to leave Beorn’s house. It was decided that the mountain pass was too dangerous for Ponies.

Though without them the whole of the company would move far more slowly then they would like, but they would rather not have a repeat of Mirkwood. 

When they left they’re packs full of provisions, Thorin hoped it was enough to make it to and through the mountains.

He looks to The Misty Mountains in the distance, their peaks shrouded in mist given her namesake Thorin thought this not strange. The company trudged on.

The wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Misty Mountains, carrying with it the first icy bite of snow. Thorin Oakenshield narrowed his eyes against the biting cold, the chill seeping through his fur-lined cloak.

The mountain range loomed above them, her sharp, reaching peaks cutting into the billowing stormy sky. The path that lay before them was narrow and treacherous, snaking its way along the mountain, slick with a thin layer of frost.

Behind him, Dwalin and Nori trudged through the frigid winter that settled over them, their breaths coming as clouds in the air. 

Thorin could feel a weight in his bones, a weariness that clung to him like the deep chill of the lost caverns beneath them. The cold nipped and bit at the small company like hungry wargs

Dwalin grunted as he tightened his cloak against the chill, his hand instinctively gripping the hilt of one of his axes. “This weather’s turnin’ foul, Thorin,” he muttered, glancing up at the darkening sky. His voice was low, laden with concern. “We should find shelter, now.”

Thorin nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. His thoughts churned almost sickly ’We’re moving too slowly, far too slow…’

‘Each moment lost in this storm brings us closer to danger, closer to the possibility of failure.’ He grit his teeth in an almost snarl The possibility of dying out here. Of never seeing his hobbit again.

The wind picked up, stinging his face with its icy flakes, it tore at his skin like vicious claws, Thorin had to squeeze his eyes shut tightly against the sudden blast.

His boot slipped and Thorin felt his stomach lurch as his eye snapped back open despite the sting. He caught himself just in time, gritting his teeth again as he looked ahead for Fíli and Kíli.

His sister’s sons had pushed ahead. Thorin felt his heart clench as he struggled to spot them. ‘I can’t let them get too far ahead,’ he thought. ‘The last thing we need is to lose one another in this cursed weather.’ He opened his mouth to call out to them, to demand they fall back, but before he could, Fíli stopped and turned to look at him.

Seeming to understand Thorin’s unsaid command, Fíli reached out, grasping his younger brother’s shoulder to halt him. Thorin felt a spark of pride toward the boy.

Kíli frowned, seemingly not like the idea of stopping, but a few whispered words from Fíli was apparently enough to convince him. They waited, their figures barely visible through the swirling snow.

Nori, who had, at that point, fallen toward the back of the group, pulled his hood further down, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. Or what little he could likely see of it. 

Nori’s shoulders squared and he glared much harder, Thorin began to wonder what Nori saw. “Aye, this storm’s no ordinary flurry,” Nori muttered, his voice tight with palpable unease. “It feels cursed.”

Thorin’s grip tightened on Orcrist’s hilt, he looked ahead in a silent agreement to Nori’s words. ‘We need to find cover before we’re caught out in the open,’ he thought grimly. 

He turned his head back slightly, calling to Dwalin and Nori. “You’re right, we cannot push on like this. We’ll be buried if we’re not careful.”

As the words left his mouth, the wind rose to a furious howl, and the sky unleashed a torrent of snow. Thorin’s eyes widened in alarm as the storm escalated from a mere flurry to a blinding blizzard. 

It took less then a moment and now thick and fast snowflakes attack them in, the ice whipped around them with a fury that made it hard to breathe, let alone see.

“Fíli! Kíli!” Thorin’s voice was nearly drowned out by the roar of the wind. He knew they were somewhere ahead, but the storm swallowed them in its blanket of white. 

Panic clawed at him as visibility dropped, the path ahead disappearing into a white blur. The snow was falling so thickly now that it felt like they were being buried alive.

“Don’t move! We’re coming to you, understand?” Thorin shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation. For a moment, there was no response, only the relentless howling of the wind and the sting of ice against his face. 

Fear tightened in his chest, the thought of losing his sister’s sons in this frozen wasteland unbearable. He almost trudged himself forward into the flurry.

Then, finally, a voice cut through the storm, it was hardly more than a wisper to Thorin over the howling wind and cutting ice. “Okay-okay, Uncle, be careful, the path gets thinner.” Fíli’s words, though strained, brought a flicker of relief to Thorin’s heart. 

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as his hands stopped shaking ever so slightly. Thorin looked back at his two friends then nodded.

The group trudged forward, the snow crunching beneath boots. Thorin pushed through the biting cold and the unforgiving wind. 

Thorin kept an eye on his other companions, he noticed how their movements were beginning to look sluggish, but they couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop and his companions wouldn’t let him run off alone.

Thorin’s heart pounded in his chest, louder than the wind howling in his ears, as he finally caught sight of a large rock jutting out in the path ahead. 

It loomed like a dark sentinel in the white expanse, the path that he saw the boys take was barely wide enough for his toes to fit on and the rock looked slick and smooth, the edges of the path crumbling and slick with snow.

He reached for the only hand holds he could find, his hand finding perches as if second nature, began to inch his way past the jut of rock, his boots found precarious positions on the narrow ledge. 

The ground beneath him felt unstable, threatening to give way at any moment. Then, without warning, his foot slipped, and he barely caught himself on the edge of the snow-covered ledge, his fingers digging into the icy ground.

Thorin’s hands struggled to find purchase, to grip onto the ledge, “Thorin!” The alarm in Dwalin’s voice was unmistakable, even as Thorin was dangling off the edge with wind making him haft deft.

Dwalin rushed forward, and dropped down the best he could on the narrow path and grabbed Thorin’s arm. With a strength mostly born of desperation, Dwalin heaved him up.

Thorin could distantly hear his sister’s sons calling out for him as they made their way closer.

Thorin’s heart raced as he was hauled back onto the path, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, he stayed as flush to the stone as he could manage, the cold seeping into his bones, before finally pushing himself to the other side.

Fíli and Kíli hovered over him as he stumbled to the other side, their worry etched in their faces. Thorin turned to the two boys and caught them both by the back of the head.

They both gripped his arm, “Uncle, are you alright?” Fíli asked, his voice tight and wavered slightly. Kíli, too, looked shaken, his usual bravado replaced with fear.

Thorin forced a reassuring smile, though his heart was still pounding and his hands slightly shaking. “I’m fine, lads,” he said, his voice unreasonably steady. “But we need to find shelter now.”

He brought their four heads to his own in a silent promise that he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Reluctantly he relinquished his hold and the two boys 

The boys kept hold of him though. “Fíli, Kíli- help Dwalin find us a spot to make camp. Nori and I will gather what we can for a fire.” Thorin said quickly he nodded the boys off and watched them leave, Dwalin patted his shoulder as they passed.

Nori and him moved not too far behind Dwalin and the two boys as they scouted ahead, as time went and Thorin was nearly certain that they would find no place of relief.

Their movements were beginning to turn sluggish and the snow fell thicker, faster, Fíli called out to the rest of the small company, there, nestled in the large cliffs faces was a small concave in the mountain. It wasn’t a cave truly but it did block the harsher winds.

As they worked to set up a makeshift camp, Nori had somehow managed to get a small fire lit before the world around them had been completely swallowed by white. 

The Misty Mountains had truly turned foul, she had turned and now their only hope was to wait out the storm, while being buried alive in the unforgiving snow.

Thorin wasn’t a fool, he knew they might just die there, Thorin might never see his hobbit again, Bilbo might believe that Thorin simply doesn’t care for him- such thoughts made Thorin almost feel sick.

It had been almost a week of this, of cold nights and finding something to keep the fire alive, of Thorin watching as the snow fell relentlessly, piling higher, nearly burying the company in a cocoon of white. Effortlessly trapping them along the rock face.

Of the winds that howled like hungry wargs, Thorin thought it an almost mournful sound that seemed to seep into his bones, sapping what little warmth he had.

It was a particularly strange night as Thorin stood, he felt something was to happen. Then again maybe it was just his fatigue. it was well past any hour someone should be awake but he found himself unable to sleep, his mind wouldn’t allow it.

He walked towards Dwalin, the dwarf who had volunteered to keep watch that night, that placed him outside the range of the little fire they were able to keep.

He placed a hand on his cousin’s shoulder, “I believe you should take my place, I can watch” Thorin said quietly so as to not wake anyone.

Dwalin huffed at him, he rolled his eyes before saying, “Thorin, you need to rest, I said I can-“

Thorin put up his hand to silence the warrior. “I’ll stand guard for tonight.” Dwalin crossed his arms and looked back out into the icy void.

“I don’t like this Thorin, I feel like-“ Dwalin began to say but Thorin interrupted.

“Like something is going to happen? I feel it too…I will stand guard tonight, go” Thorin said, nodding to the camp when Dwalin looked at him.

“Thorin” Dwalin grumbled, but they looked away from each other when they heard voices.

“Uncle, what are you even watching for…?” Kíli whined, rubbing the sleep from his eye.

Fíli was already sitting up watching the two older dwarfs. He nodded at what his brother said before adding “nothing with haft a mind would come out in this.”

Apparently, Thorin wasn’t as quiet as he thought, “the lad’s right,” said Nori, he got up and walked over. He looked the two of them over. Thorin could at that moment truly see how he was related to Dori.

“You two should come away from the edge, warm yourselves and actually eat something“ Nori finally finished, he had his arms crossed.

“Man, Master Nori, you’re starting to sound like Master Dori!” Kíli said, apparently Thorin hadn’t been the only one to notice the family resemblance either.

Nori whipped his head around and glared half heartedly at Kíli. “Don’t ya dare joke about such a thing lad.” Nori said as he moved his hands so they were resting on his hips instead. 

The boys laughed and Thorin smiled lightly, he looked back to Dwalin and nodded to Nori with a raised brow. Dwalin sighs when he gets up.

“He said it to both of us Thorin” Dwalin grumbled, he crossed his arms, Thorin patted his shoulder and pushed him towards the group.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll join you in a moment.” He told Dwalin who was already making his way into their makeshift camp.

Thorin sighed and sat, he dug around in his pockets pulling out his pipe, he huffed at his low supply of pipe weed. 

Thorin packed and lit his pipe as he watched out into the abyss of white that swallowed the mountain side. His eyes narrowed against the blizzard that raged outside. 

He had barely slept, his mind as consumed as the world outside.  But his laid blank with worry, worry of food and freezing but worried thoughts of Bilbo weighed heaviest in his mind.

Thorin’s gaze drifted to the snowy expanse beyond their shelter then drifted further, as far as he could. ‘Has Óin found his way to Bilbo?’ Thorin wondered as he puffed on his pipe.

The pipe brought little relief to the cold of the storm, Thorin’s focus began to come back as he  stared at the blinding cold, then a distant dark shape, barely visible through the snow came to view.

It moved erratically, struggling against the wind, the closer it inched the bigger it got and more Thorin was able to make out

Thorin squinted, his heart skipping a beat as he recognized the shape. It was a raven, but not just that, it was Hugin. He stood dropping his pipe not that cared for the moment and pushed himself outside into the storm.

‘Somethings terribly wrong.’ Thorin’s thoughts offered, ‘he should not be out in this- had he even made it to Rivendell?’ Thorin thought as he watched the raven.

Hugin’s flight was unsteady, Thorin could tell with no misplaced horror, that Hugins wings beat frantically, and that the raven may not know where he is, the young raven hasn’t ever flown in this type of weather before, most ravens refused such a fight.

“Hugin!” Thorin cupped his hands around his mouth as he called to the raven. He stepped farther out into the snow, his hand reaching out now for the young Raven. Hugin snapped his head up at his name.

A gust of wind pushed Hugin aside, and he struggled to recover but when finally reached Thorin, he ignored the hand as he crashed against Thorin’s chest in a flurry of black feathers. 

Thorin caught the bird, cradling the raven close like a babe. He was suddenly struck by a memory remembered of when he was lad.

Thorin would often, when he had nothing to do, go and watch the ravens, his father had given him his own to watch after when his mother had gone.

It was that raven who had entrusted Hugin to Thorin, who he had promised that the raven would be kept safe in the shire, he shook his head and hurried back into the camp.

“Dwalin! Nori! Get some food and water!” Thorin commanded quickly as he laid the exhausted raven near the small fire.

He heard the others digging through packs to find something for the raven, Fíli and Kíli had moved to Thorin’s side to look at the raven, the lads hadn’t seen many of them yet. Or at least not close up.

Hugin’s feathers were ruffled, his eyes half-lidded as he panted heavily, Thorin could see a desperate gleam in them that sent a shiver down his spine. ‘Have I led this Raven to as worse perils as my kin?’ Thorin thoughts began to swirl.

But not for long as Dwalin was at Thorin’s other side, a strip of dried meat and a small bowl of water in hand. Thorin was focused on the word in front of him once again.

He took them quickly, offering them to the raven with a gentle care he had not used in a while. “Hugin, here, eat and drink,” he urged, his voice soft.

Hugin hesitated only for a moment before he began to eat, the raven’s movements were labored. Nori had come close finally and offered a blanket to Thorin.

Thorin waited for Hugin to take his fill of food and water before wrapping the raven in the warmth of a blanket, Thorin rubbed the bird's head gently.

“What, is a raven doin’ so far this way?” Dwalin asked

“This is Bilbo’s personal Raven, Dwalin he was meant to be in Rivendell, he was to deliver a letter, warning everyone of our arrival” Thorin felt himself say. He gently petted the raven.

“What? Uncle, what do you mean? If that is so why is he-“ Fíli asked quietly.

“I do not know…” Thorin hummed just as quiet.

Nori sighed and looked at the raven “Hugin?” He asked softly “What has brought you here?”

Hugin lifted his head, his beady eyes looking at Nori then locking onto Thorin. “Gandalf… Gandalf sent me,” Hugin croaked, his breath labored gasps “Bilbo… he’s not well. Óin says he’s not well, Gandalf sent me the second time they lost his pulse-he said, you’d be here in the mountains on the western face!”

Thorin’s heart lurched. Bilbo, his Bilbo, was sick and getting worse. The news struck him like a sword though the chest. For a moment, he could only stare at Hugin.

“Bilbo…” Thorin whispered, his voice barely audible. Thorin wasn’t sure if he was breathing, he wasn’t sure if he knew how, he felt very, very far away.

Thorin wasn’t quite sure how long he stood there- till Nori was bracing his shoulders, Thorin couldn’t make anything out really but he knew Nori’s lips were moving  and that someone else had a hand on his black and chest.

All he could understand was ringing in his ears, and suddenly Thorin was getting shook. He followed the arms that were shaking him. 

Dwalin raised a hand to pat his cheek, as his voice cut through the ring, “Thorin, just breathe lad, breathe-”

Thorin grabbed Dwain’s arm and squeezed it almost desperately, his head stopped spinning so much. “W-We have to move,” Thorin heard himself say, though his voice didn’t feel his own anymore. 

Dwalin furrowed his brow and looked over Thorin’s shoulder behind him, “But the storm,” Dwalin looked back at him then to the boys Thorin knew weren’t far away from him.

Thorin forced himself to stand up to his full hight, he felt a bit of a dizzy spell hit him. “I won’t leave Bilbo alone-,” he replied, 

“He’s not alone Thorin, Óin and Gandalf is with him, you heard Hugin”

“Dwalin- i refuse to leave Bilbo to suffer without me there, he never left my side, I should have never left his”

There was a moment of silence, the only sound Thorin could make out was his own heartbeat in his ears. Then, slowly, Dwalin nodded his head.

“Okay, alright we’re right behind you.” Dwalin looked up behind Thorin and nodded to everyone else. “Gather what you can,” he ordered. “We leave as soon as Hugin is strong enough to fly.”

Hugin let out a weak caw, making Thorin turn to look at him, the bird shook his head. “No… I’ll fly now. I’ll guide you through the worst of it,” he rasped.

Thorin hesitated a moment before he nodded. “Very well, Hugin. We’ll follow your lead.”

It took them only moments to pack what was necessary and then they found themselves back outside, facing the icy cold and harsh conditions.

The storm raged on as they all but dug themselves out from the snow that had basically buried their camp. It was grueling, each push, each step, each curse.

Thorin’s breath was coming in heavy puffs of steam that froze right back onto his face as he pushed through the blizzard. The cold was biting his face raw and the wind wailed in his ear, but he barely felt it.

“Keep moving!” Thorin shouted over the wind as the others followed him not far behind. “Stay close, and help each other through the drifts!”

The path was barely recognizable, buried under a thick layer of snow, but they pushed on, even as they basically sank into the snow with each step. 

The wind tugged at Thorin’s cloak, the snow stinging his face, Dwalin and the others followed close behind him, helping each other as they struggled through the snowdrifts. 

It was slow going, the snow was up to their knees in places, to their chest almost in others, but they didn’t stop. They couldn’t, even if they found somewhere to rest.

Hugin flew above them, his dark shape barely visible against the white sky. The raven fought against the wind, guiding them through the worst of the storm.

Hours had passed by the time, the sky began to darken and the last homely house of the elves came into view. 

Thorin quickened his pace, his heart pounding loudly in his ears and as they crossed the bridge leading into Rivendell, the storm seemed to ease, as if the very presence of the elven haven was enough to push the raging storm away.

Throin did not slow though, even as he heard the others stagger into a heap in the courtyard, even as Thorn felt his legs want to give up or how his fingers were so cold it hurt to move them.

He was making his way up the stairs in front of him to look for Bilbo, he didn’t know where his hobbit was and he did not have time for any elven nonsense. 

He was stopped abruptly by an elf with flowing robes, he couldn’t place the name and he honestly didn’t care to. The elf was followed closely by Tharkûn. 

The elf offered a graceful bow that got Thorin glaring dangerously at the elf, “Welcome to Rivendell, Thorin Oakenshield. We’ve been expecting you-“

Thorin brushed past and interrupted the vaguely familiar elf, his eyes scanning the buildings in sight frantically for anything familiar. 

“Where is Bilbo? Where is my hobbit!?” Thorin demanded loudly. He whipped around, glaring at the two immortals before him. “You called for me, and I am here. Now, where is he!”

“Thorin…” Gandalf began, stepping forward. His voice was unusually soft. “You cannot see him right now, he has fallen gravely ill. Please, trust me-”

“Tharkûn!” Thorin cut him off, his voice cracking as he looked desperately at the wizard. “Gandalf, do not lie to me. If-” His breath hitched, Throin balled his hands up into a fist as he let out a shaky sigh. “If my hobbit is dying, please, please, let me see him!”

Gandalf lowered his gaze, his silence more damning than words to Thorin. Gandalf sighed heavily. “Thorin…”

Before he could speak further, a sudden flutter of wings interrupted the conversation.

“I know the way, my king!” Hugin cried as he swooped down, he landed on the railing of the staircase. The bird was still panting from the fly down the mountain. “I’ll lead you.”

Without hesitation, Thorin rushed to Hugin, extending his arm for the bird to perch on. The juvenile raven’s talons gripped Thorin tightly as he took his place.

“Thank you,” Thorin muttered. “Lead the way.”

Thorin’s boots echoed loudly then he liked on the stone flooring of Rivendell as he followed Hugin’s directions, the dim halls casting crawling shadows. 

Thorin could feel his heart in his throat as he ran down the incredibly unfamiliar halls, finally, they reached a door, Thorin seriously doubted if he would have found this place by himself.

Hugin flew from him and perched on the doorframe. “Here, here! I remember him being here.”

Thorin was quick to shove the door open, hard enough he was sure it would have broken. Inside, the room was dimly lit by a single lamp. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and medicine.

Óin, looking up quickly from leaning over the bed, glaring at whoever just nearly broke the door down, Throin briefly wondered how much the healer had slept or if he had at all. 

“Mahâl Thorin!” Óin shouted. “You can’t be in here!” But Thorin barely heard him. His gaze was fixed on the small shap lying in the bed, nearly lost beneath the silky white sheets. 

Bilbo’s face was deathly pale, his brow damp with sweat. The golden caramel curls, usually as neat as one could keep curls, were tangled and unkempt, and there was a bandage wrapped around Bilbo’s head. 

Thorin’s chest tightened painfully. “Wha-? What happened?” Thorin demanded as he stepped forward to go to his hobbit.

“Thorin,” Óin warned, raising a hand as if to ward him off. “The lad’s been through it. He’s got a nasty head wound from a fall, and it caught an infection. He needs rest.”

Thorin’s fists clenched at his sides, every inch of him was  screaming to be at Bilbo’s side. He took another step forward.

Óin moved to block his path more, he glared up at Thorin. “I mean it lad, listen to me Thorin, If you care for him, you’ll keep your distance.”

Thorin opened his mouth, to yell at Óin to get out of his way, but a faint voice stopped him. It weak and so soft Thorin was sure he misheard. Then he heard it again.

“Thorin…?”

It cut through Thorin’s anger like a hot knife. He pushed past Óin, reaching Bilbo’s side before the older dwarf knew what was happening. His hobbit’s eyes were half-open, glazed with fever that left his face red, Bilbo reached a hand up as he searched for him.

“I’m here, Bilbo,” Thorin said, his voice softening as he knelt beside the bed and gently took Bilbo’s hand in his own. The hobbit’s fingers were cool to the touch, and Thorin felt his heart ache. “I’m right here.”

Bilbo’s lips trembled into a faint smile. “Thorin… you made it,” he murmured. “I was worried… you wouldn’t.”

“We’re here, and we’re all safe,” Thorin reassured him, squeezing Bilbo’s hand lightly. “You’ve nothing to worry about now.”

Thorin glanced up at Óin as he made his way to the foot of the bed. “He’s fought hard, Thorin,” the healer said quietly. “… I had moments I thought-well…, he needs rest lad.”

Thorin nodded, though he didn’t take his eyes off Bilbo. “You need to sleep, Bilbo,” he urged gently. “Rest now, and I’ll be here when you wake.”

Bilbo’s eyes fluttered as he tried to resist, his grip on Thorin’s hand tightening ever so slightly. “Promise… you’ll stay?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Thorin’s chest tightened once again. “I promise,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Thorin’s words seemed to ease Bilbo’s mind, and slowly, his eyes drifted closed. Thorin watched Bilbo’s breathing evened out, his soft features relaxing. 

After a while, when Thorin was sure that Bilbo was truly asleep, did he finally allow himself to breathe easily. 

Óin approached quietly, placing a hand on Thorin’s shoulder. “You should rest too lad.”

But Thorin barely heard him. He was too focused on Bilbo, his heart still pounding. Unfortunately, exhaustion began to catch up with Thorin, the adrenaline ebbing away.

Thorin shifted to sit more comfortably beside the bed, his hand still holding Bilbo’s. The sheer relief of finally being at Bilbo’s side, washed over Thorin in waves, and before he knew it, his eyes began to droop.

As he drifted off to sleep, Thorin’s last conscious thought was of the hobbit beside him, ‘he’s safe’ his mind happily supplied, and to him now, that was all that mattered.

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Last chapter really was supposed to go at the tail end of the second chapter but I didn’t want it to be that long and I had to split one chapter into two so think of it as a filler while I make sure that this chapter was really to go.

but also this chapter got out of hand but I can’t post this chapter in twos because the next chapter is the last of it and I really hope this chapter is good enough for now, I'll probably have to fix this later but whatever. Anyway, Have a good day/night.

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