#eryn way

[rexlottie]

its oc silly o'clock

[feralrosie]

Eryn/Zevran with song 52 ❤️

I hope you're happy with yourself. You made me write Zevryn for the first time in YEARS, but at WHAT cost. Look what you have DONE.

#52 Heaven's Light/Hellfire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack

Spotify Wrapped - Short Story game

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There it was again, the whispers, the incessant singing that calls her from the shadows. It is louder now and its song more violent, as if the drums of war were hot with the beating hearts of those who live below. 

She doesn’t have much time left. 

It is getting harder every day, but she needs to shake it off. 

“Let’s pause here for lunch,” Eryn says, getting down from her horse and dropping her backpack on the floor. “I’ll fetch water.”

Taking only the two waterskins, the mage doesn’t wait for her companion’s reply. She turns on her heels and descends a slope towards a body of water. The whispering follows her on the breeze, underneath her hair and into her clothing. Shut up, she thinks. Shut up shut up shut up.

Her breathing quickens as the shadows grow around her. They’re too close now. She tries to focus on the path in front of her, on the water glistening under bright sunlight, but her chest is heavy. She is not sure if it was a rock or if her feet gave up, but faster than she can realise, she trips and falls on her knees. 

Where am I? Eryn is not sure if she spoke it out loud, being muffled by the choir of darkspawn beneath the earth. If she digs the shore with her fingers, will she see them? If she screams, will they hear her? Will they catch her scent? Will they know where she is? Do they know where she is? Where am I…?

She lifts her head, searching for the light in direct rejection of the darkness. Then she sees it. She knows this shore, knows these waters. This is Lake Calenhad, and towering in the centre of it is the Circle where she was raised. The whispering runs down her spine as the memories of the cold stone of the circle walls catch up with her. She can’t go back there, not again, not ever. But if she had never left it, there would be silence now. They wouldn’t be speaking to her. No. No, she won’t go back. She won’t—but then, where should she go? To the darkness? Down the deep, deep roads to her death? After all this time, all she has done, the people that she found and that found her, is this really what fate has in store for her? Oblivion? No. No, no, no, no!

A humming breaks the cacophony in her mind. It freezes time, pulls her out of the water and breathes life into her again. It is followed by… a lute? Opening the eyes she did not know she had closed, Eryn can hear the wind on the canopies around, and the lake water crashing against the rocks, pebbles rolling here and there. She feels the warmth of the sun, and turns her attention back to the hill she came from. She sees the smoke of a fire, and catches the smell of wild mushrooms on a pan. 

Eryn stands up, takes a minute to clean the dirt off her dress and fetches water. When she arrives back at the newly improvised camp, Zevran is resting against a tree. He sings an old Antivan song while his fingers dance on the strings of his lute—which he insisted on buying years ago, on their first trip to his home country. 

With his hair loose and his shirt half opened, he smiles at her, and Eryn can only catch a few words of the lyrics. Warm, light, glow, amor. She really has to practice her antivan. 

“Lunch is almost ready,” he says during a break in the song. “Are you alright, mi amor?”

Eryn can’t help but smile back. She puts the waterskins on the ground beside the rest of their stuff, and she feels lighter. Much lighter than what two litres of water should weigh. 

“I am,” she joins him by the fire and rests her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she feels his arm moving ever so slightly as he continues playing the lute. “I am now.” 

When Zevran kisses the top of her head, it is as if the shadows never existed around her. At least, just for this while. 

[howlpendraig]

might go by aderyn on here? trial period ✌

[luvsailor]

A revelation – who I really am

After a bout of deep depression, I think I realize now what kind of person I am. I'm a bystander in my own life, a spectator of sorts, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I've been wondering why I've felt felt the need to suddenly double down on stepping back from social media and it's because that it genuinely drains me to draw attention to myself. I thought about leaving the selfship community, but maybe not entirely. Naturally I'm just not someone who likes drawing attention to themself and that's okay that's not a problem that's just who I am and I've always generally been like this.

Over the years, the internet has changed. I've tried to adjust my behavior accordingly and it just doesn't ever really work out whenever I try to center myself. I never feel like I do enough and people don’t really care. Well, at least, not like they used to. I think I would much rather just live with other people in the moment on VRChat and talk to them and learn about their experiences or expressing my curiosity and discovering other people’s creations and witnessing their feats rather than prioritizing my own and showing off what I do because often times I have nothing personal to share or have any idea how to express myself, but I'm always curious about the world and I enjoy sharing what other people do in their lives.

[me-myself-and-eyes]

season 2 really managed to make me lose love for a sapphic ship and I am incredibly sad about it

[incorrectskyrimquotes]

turns out the mood music i needed to write was "fuck tha police"

[punishertruther]

@qvimcra

[slivermedal]

consider the following: eryn 5ex

[royalarchivist]

YD: Ahh, so adorable. I recorded some stuff, like them trying yukke. [Reading chat] Right? I was flabbergasted when I heard his age! I didn’t know that he was… 20 years old??? He was also shocked when I told him my age. I don’t really ask their ages when I’m talking to foreigners, we’re just friends, ‘cause they don’t have distinct honorific and informal languages like we do. And he guessed I was like, 23? [Laughs] I laughed my ass off.

YD: These kids are polite. They seem very polite, don’t they? Especially after hearing how old I am. It feels like they’re saying, “Yes ma’am, it’s very delightful.” So cute, and they seemed like they really enjoyed their meal.

YD talked about meeting up with Tubbo while he was in Korea and shares two videos of them eating food at a Korean BBQ place!

MASSIVE thank you to @Forgetmelotz on Twitter, who translated and subtitled this video and gave me permission to share it on Tumblr! Please make sure to give the original video a like.

[Full Video and Subtitle Transcript ↓ ]

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⚠️ This transcript is VERY LONG! ⚠️

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YD: So I was planning to have a dinner with Kei [a Kpop Idol / Singer], but unexpectedly, there's a foreigner friend I met on QSMP named Tubbo, he's from the UK, and apparently he's visiting Korea. And he posted an Instagram story about it. I saw it and was like "Wait, are you coming to Korea?" and it [Tubbo's post] even says Korea blah blah within the date two days after my birthday. So I sent him a DM and he responded with "Haven't you seen my Twitter DM?"

YD: I recently distanced myself a little from Instagram and Twitter for a while, yeah I didn't check my phone that often, and it turns out he messaged me about 3 - 4 days ago saying "YD, I'm flying to Korea! Blah blah–" so I was like "Oh, oh... I'm sorry I didn't see that!" and I checked the DM the day before he arrived here... I told him that I am so sorry and asked if I can meet him in person.

* [Translation note: this can also mean the other way around, ie: he may have asked her if they could meet in person]

YD: So we ended up seeing [each other] on the 21st. I was supposed to have dinner with Kei, so I told her "but my friend from abroad... is in Korea now... what should I do..." and we rescheduled the dinner to inviting her to come over next week. So um, the, right– Tubbo, Tubbo's friend [Eryn], Seoneng [one of YD's crew members] and Kang-si [YD's husband] the 5 of us had dinner together.

YD: We went to a Korean BBQ place. I was searching through restaurants thinking “Uh… which Korean restaurant should I take these foreigners to so that they would be super impressed?” [YD thanks a dono] Yeah, I was searching hard and so I asked Ryeori. You know the Kwak tori & Ryeori couple? Ryeori the hair designer, I asked him, “Reyori, I’m trying to buy a dinner for my foreigner friend, do you have any recommendations for where I should bring him?” and he started listing up like Michelin star-rated pork gukbap restaurants and stuff. Then he also tells me that it’s really difficult to find an actual Korean restaurant in Hongdae, like it’s difficult to find a decent place. There are mostly fusion Korean food [places]. But then he goes, “Oh, hey, this place looks fine” and recommends me this Korean BBQ restaurant. I decided to bring them there and fed them.

YD: The reason I liked that place was that they sell doenjang-jjigabe, galbi-tang, jeyuk bokkeum, and other dishes as well as their main menu, the beef KBBQ. The banchans [side dishes] were also served neatly, they even had japchae, they sold yukke. Obviously there are better Korean restaurants outside of Hongdae, but their hotel was located there. It wasn’t like he had a car here, so I was trying to meet them somewhere they can just walk to. So Hongdae it was. On top of that, YD 4-cuts is also located in Hongdae.** So I thought it would be the best to just eat out here. And while we were eating, I’ve recorded some videos.

** [Note: This is a photo booth event with custom YD frames, as show in the background of this video]

YD: [Scrolls through to find the videos and laughs] Ahh, so adorable. I recorded some stuff, like them trying yukke. [Reading chat] Right? I was flabbergasted when I heard his age! I didn’t know that he was… 20 years old??? He was also shocked when I told him my age. I don’t really ask their ages when I’m talking to foreigners, we’re just friends, ‘cause they don’t have distinct honorific and informal languages like we do. [She thanks another dono] And he guessed I was like, 23? [Laughs] I laughed my ass off.

[YD plays a video she took of Tubbo and Eryn at the restaurant]

Tubbo: Oh, ok. [?]: You should tell them how to eat it together.  Tubbo: You’re overestimating my chopstick skill.  [?]: Here. [Passes Tubbo some of the meat]  Tubbo: Oh, thank you. [?]: And here, together. Tubbo: Ok. [Takes a bite] Waitress: With this vegetable. Tubbo: Mm, it’s really sweet! [?]: Foreigners quite like it. Eryn: [Reaches over and tries some food too, struggling a bit with his chopsticks] [?]: Unexpected, right? [?]: Oh, they like yukke? [?]: They just need to get used to it. Waitress: I will grill and hand it over to you, so please help yourselves. [?]: Ok, thank you. Eryn: [Tries more food and gives it a thumbs-up] [?]: Hm, good?! Tubbo and Eryn: Yeah! Tubbo: So far 10/10.

[The video ends]

YD: These kids are polite. They seem very polite, don’t they? Especially after hearing how old I am. It feels like they’re saying, “Yes ma’am, it’s very delightful.” So cute, and they seemed like they really enjoyed their meal. They were eating it up. They drank soju, they ate some noodles, and even doenjang-jjigae. I’ve heard foreigners don’t really like the taste of doenjang-jjigae, but they ate pretty much [all] of it. The restaurant also had pot rice, so I made them try that too. They ate that well too.

[YD plays the second video she recorded of them at the restaurant]

Tubbo: Go crazy ok, yeah! Alright.

YD: We ordered naengmyeon for a palate cleanser too. We ordered a lot.

Tubbo: [Struggles to cut the noodles with the scissors that were handed to him]

YD: He’s asking why we cut the noodles.

Tubbo: [Manages to cut the noodles] Kang-si [?]: Ok, and- and– [does chopstick motion] Tubbo: [Laughs] What am I gonna need?  Eryn: Chopsticks? Kang-si [?]: Yeah. YD [?]: Chopsticks, mm. Eryn: [To Tubbo] You go first. Tubbo: [Inaudible] Why is it cold? YD [?]: Oh, because the noodle is cold.

YD: Yeah, he found it interesting that the noodle is cold.

Tubbo: [He struggles with his chopsticks] Oh no, oh no… [Everyone laughs] Kang-si [?]: Very difficult. Ok! Tubbo: [Manages to fish some noodles out and holds his hand under them so they don’t splash everywhere as he transports them to his bowl] Seoneng [?]: Oh, uh, oh! It might be difficult for them to eat that. YD [?]: Hm? Kang-si [?]: Do you want some, Seoneng? Gimme the chopsticks, I’ll share you some. Eryn: [To Tubbo] Slippery. How did you get it?  Kang-si [?]: I’ll give you some, hand me the chopsticks. Seoneng [?]: Can I hand you mine? Just a small amount, please.

YD: They mimicked how Kangseok [Kang-si, YD’s husband] handles the noodles. Like, picking up the noodles like this and moving it to your dish.

Tubbo: That’s why you’re better than me (?).

YD: That’s Seoneng.

Kang-si [?]: Here’s your chopsticks, Seoneng. Eryn: I think this is enough. YD [?]: Oh, he’s taking some to his dish. Seoneng [?]: He learned. Tubbo: Do you like, spin 'em? Seoneng [?]: Scissors? Kang-si [?]: Like– [He holds up his chopsticks and shows them how to do it. Ok. OK! Eryn: [Picks up only a few noodles, which dangle] Seoneng [?]: Good! Tubbo: Maybe I did- I did a sht job of cutting, I'm sorry. Eryn: That's ok. Doing good.

YD: It had a nice atmosphere.

Eryn: Bravo. Tubbo: Oh, thank you. YD [?]: The noodles might be a bit slippery for them to...

YD: They really struggled to pick the noodles up. They asked why we cut the noodles then proceeds to eat like that 'cuz it's too long.

YD [?]: Shall we cut it? Kang-si [?]: Eryn? [He leans forward and cuts Eryn's noodles with scissors]

YD: –So we had to cut it for him like he's a baby.

[Everyone laughs] Eryn: It kept on moving!

[The video ends]

YD: [Laughs] Ah, so cute. It was fun. So we tried various dishes together. And uh, UK– UK– both of them are from the UK, but they didn't know there is a viral series of British students trying Korean food,*** so I told them "Seeing how you react to unfamiliar foods, like... How do I put this? You were very polite trying these out, not making any weird disgusted noises (so you can go viral too)." They didn't refuse anything. Well, they also said that this was the best Korean food they had so far. They might've been just being polite, but still, you know, they were... Hmm, very neat? Yeah. I get why he's so popular.

*** [Note: YT: Korean Englishman]

YD: Anyways, it was a lot of fun. After the meal, I asked them if they wanted to go take a YD 4-cut with us, explaining this is a trending form of birthday event amongst fans of younger generations in Korea where they rent and run a photobooth for their YouTuber / CCs / Influencers. I asked "It's close from here, you wanna go?" and he said yes. That's how we ended up taking a group photo. It wasn't planned beforehand.

YD: We arrived there– [Laughs] I tried, I knew it closes at 10pm, so I tried to visit there around then (to avoid people). So we got there around 9:30? And my fans were sitting there waiting for me. As soon as they spot me they go, "Wooooooo!!! It's so good to see you in person!!!" ...then they started crying, which made Tubbo and Eryn panic a bit. They were like "Wow YD, u a superstar! Whoa." [Laughs]

YD: No, 'cuz I told them that there might be a few fans because it's my birthday event, and they were OK with it. Well, he's also a Youtuber, so he wouldn't be too unfamiliar with this kinda situation I figure. But even though I warned [him] about it, they seemed a bit surprised as people started SOBBING, so Kangseok evacuated them all. He told them, "Let's get out and try some salted butter rolls while she..." The boys leave and get bread, and I go have a short conversation with my fans, take photos, give autographs... [Laughs]

YD: It was a LOT of fun. It was a memorable day.

The original VOD can be found here (please note that the video is only available to VIP members of YD's channel).

Timestamp for this conversation: ~12:30 - 23:00

[zillabean]

MADS MIKKELSEN SIGNED MY HANNIBAL BODY PILLOW 💖💖💖

Thanks ECCC, for another wonderful Hannibal Reunion Weekend! ❤️ I had an absolutely lovely time with Mads and Hugh, and all my awesome Fannibal friends! Always so sad when it’s over, but very grateful for all the fun memories. Here are a few fun highlights!

I gifted Mads some caramels and he smiled and goes “Oh, are these chocolates?” I told him they were handmade caramels and he was like “Ooh!”, held up the box and did this cute smoochy kiss at it and then gave it to his handler (Steven again!) to add to his gift stash. 🎁

I asked him to sign a few figures for me and that I would have another new Embarrassing Thing for him later. (“Alright, then!”) I was sheepish about it and said “I hope you don’t mind…!” and he was like “I don’t mind at all, bring it on!” and did this Gimme Gimme hand motion. 😆

I told him it was maybe about as weird as The Boobies (the Hannibal mousepad), but he was totally fine with that so maybe it wasn’t a big deal. 🤣 He smiled and said “🎵~You’re The Booby Girl~🎵!” and I just started laughing and said “Why yes I am!” 😌

The fact that Mads Mikkelsen knows me as The Booby Girl is a title I will wear with pride.

“The Girl With the Tiddies” and “Chicago Girl”, he called me at RDC6.

'Tis an honor, sir~ 🤣

I told him I appreciated his tolerance for my nonsense and he smirked, “I bet your family does, too.” 😏 TERRIBLE MAN. 🤣 I got a selfie with him and he gave me a fist bump and a “see ya later”~ ❤️

The Hannibal Panel itself was, as usual, WONDERFUL. Mads & Hugh are just fantastic! Their chemistry and friendship really shines through in their easy way of chatting with each other, and it’s always such a joy to see them interacting and chatting about our favorite series. ❤️

I’m not going to do a whole write-up about it as the panel is viewable online, and others have posted far better quality photos than any of mine came out. I’m always doing my very best to ‘live in the moment’ during the panels because I just want to take it all in as best I can!

For my photo ops Mads was so sweet! ❤️ When I came up, he turned to me and goes “There she is! C’mere~” and held his arms open and did this cute beckoning hand gesture to bring me over, and let me hug him for the photo ❤️☺️

When I asked him to sign my Hannibal pillow case he goes “Let’s do it, give it here, let’s go! 😤💪🏻 *gimme gimme hand gestures again* No hesitance at all, no weird looks, he was all in 🤣 What a seriously great sport! 💖

He also signed some of my art for me (which I gifted him as well) and he said they were very nice~ 🥹💖

I later went for my duo photo with Mads and Hugh and when it got to my turn and Mads saw me, he again goes “Oh, here she is!” and did his cute customary beckoning hand motions, and Hugh gave me a big smile “Hello!” ❤️

Eryn later gifted me her photo op as she was stuck in the Summit building and couldn’t make it back to the Arch in time for a pic, so she was like “HERE, GO” and so I was able to sneak in a bonus solo photo at, literally, the very last minute before Mads left.

Mads was just chilling in the chairs with his handlers, and I told him “my friend was supposed to be here but she couldn’t make it in time, so she gave me her ticket.” Mads grinned “Well then it will just be the 2 of us this time, c’mere” and let me give him a big hug again. 🥹

I had a few more really memorable and funny interactions with him but this post is getting long enough so those are posted on my patreon. My lucky patrons can read all my Mads Mikkelsen squealing and gushing over there. 🤣 (You guys get to see him basically call me TINY haha 🤣)

I also had a few interactions with Hugh which were very chill and nice! ❤️ I asked him to sign my art and gifted him a print as well and he was very sweet. He doesn’t see my silly face as often as Mads so I don’t think he recognizes me at all, but he is always kind and courteous!

I also managed to get Gina Torres to sign my Hannibal book! She is absolutely radiant in person, and I told her that her Bella was just heartbreaking in the show. She agreed, and said she kept hoping she'd beat him (Hannibal, at his game), but... 💔 Very lovely woman.

I also got to see my sweet friend Tia Ballard a few times! Mads & Hugh didn't arrive until Saturday so I haunted Tia whenever I had a chance on Thursday and Friday when she wasn't too busy. She is just the SWEETEST. So sweet, so lovely, so talented! A really radiant soul. 💖

The rest of the con was just a whirlwind of fun with Fannibal friends! The Hannibal Meat Up went wonderfully, so many folks attended and we had a great time! Various Fannibal groups came and went throughout the hour. Lots of gift exchanges and chatting. Thank you for coming! 💖

Overall, a very fun con, as always! I do hope there will be more opportunities again in the future, and that I will be blessed and lucky enough to partake and see everyone again. ❤️

ALSO BONUS: Eryn, her husband and I went and got the most EXTRA hot pot we could 🥩🥘🍲🤣

[rexlottie]

[two-white-butterflies]

would you fall in love with me?

Description: "I will fall in love with you. No matter how long it has been, no matter how far the past and the future collude to leave us behind. Your mine. Don’t tell me you’re not the same person; you’ll always be my husband, and I have been waiting six thousand years to be here by your side."

In which, your husband finally arrives in the sacred lands of Valinor.

Pairing: thranduil/reader

Words: 1.5k

Thranduil could not take his eyes off the shoreline. It has been six thousand years since he last saw you,��six thousand years since you were taken by the darkness and forced to retreat into the Grey Havens. A feeling of tranquility enters his body as the boat floats closer to the holy land, the sense of tranquility made better by the thought of being able to wrap you in his arms and inhale your scent of vanilla. 

“Six thousand years,” he hears Celeborn clear his thought from behind. “—you are not the only one who has been counting,” The older elf by a century smiles. 

Thranduil jerks as he feels the halting motion of the boat, wood meeting sand. 

They were the last boat to leave for the sacred lands, and there was a crowd of elves waiting for them at the docks. “Will she be able to recognize me still?” Thranduil, never the one to show his emotion, suddenly found himself asking. ‘It has been six thousand years,’ he tells himself. He has longed for your touch longer than he has felt it. 

‘I am no longer the same man. No longer the King who would spend every night singing lullabies with a harp on his lap, singing with the Nightingales and the Adarnas. I no longer possess the softness that was the reason for her being besotted with me.’ He speaks to himself. He watches as a few of his people make their way down to the beaches; he is nervous to even take another step forward.

“Thranduil,” Celeborn says. “—are you ready?” He ignores the younger elf’s previous question. Aware that the answer should not come from him but rather from you. “If I wait until I am ready, then we shall we waiting forever.” Thranduil tries to lighten the mood. Do it scared, he remembers your favorite saying. 

It takes all his strength to take another step forward, his feet wobbling, but he manages to convince himself that it only stems from the motion of the waves. He forces a smile on his lips – his heart rejoices, but he also fears rejection. Six thousand years of talking to himself, pretending that you were still around. Six thousand years of finding beautiful little orchid-themed trinkets, buying them, forgetting that you weren’t – and those same trinkets ending up in a locked closet inside of Legolas’ room. 

Six thousand years and finally he’s home. 

“Ada!” Legolas was the first to wrap the King of Eryn Lasgalen in a warm embrace. 

“Leaf,” Thranduil smiles, following his son’s request of removing the ‘little’ from his moniker. A request that happened exactly three thousand years ago. Thranduil places a gentle kiss on his son’s forehead, and he hears your gentle footsteps on the sand. He turns around to look at you – to his absolute delight and ruin, you are as beautiful as the day you left. Your skin still shining in the sunlight, your face still gentle and kind, and everything that reminds him of home. 

“Husband,” you give him the sweetest smile. 

He places a hand on your arm, his tough palms feeling the softness of your skin. Your body still feels so soft after all these years. “Wife,” he responds. In his eyes, you are still the most beautiful creature in the world, and he cares little if the others think the same. “It’s you.” You stare at every part of his exposed body. Checking to see if the same freckles remained, if the same moles were in their rightful places – or if there are now parts of his body you needed to explore again. 

“My husband,” you felt the need to repeat, having not uttered that word for thousands of years. “Meleth,” he smiles, his hands dancing down to your waist until your bodies were only mere inches apart. You stared off to the side – watching as Legolas greets his great-grandfather, Celeborn, as he enters the sacred shores. You take a deep breath, finally sinking deeper into your husband’s embrace, unable to break free for a second in fear that the Valar shall take you away again. 

“It has been lonely without your presence.” You whispered, inhaling his scent of wine – which were previously chocolates, but you do not complain. You do not complain even when Thranduil has changed because he is your husband, and you would rather fall in love with all the different versions of him than not fall in love with him at all. 

“I felt so empty that I contemplated returning. I was about to beg the gods to allow me a new form, perhaps one of those Nightingales that you adore singing beside – or a new form like Glorfindel, but then our little leaf arrived.” You narrated. 

“He is perfect, and I am sorry for not being able to raise him by your side.” You apologized, still wrapping him in a warm embrace. His head resting on your own, your face already buried deep in his chest. “It is not your fault, my wife.” He comforts, rubbing sensual circles on your back – comforting you with his warmth. He already found himself reverting to his old demeanor, the old Elvenking before the sorrows. 

You break free from the embrace, turning to meet his gaze. 

His eyebrows merge as he realizes that tears have been cascading from your eyes. “Meleth,” he wipes the tears away. “He looks so much like us that it feels terrible not having witnessed his first steps, his first words, him learning how to use a bow. I was not able to tell him the stories of my kin. I was not able to tell him the stories of my childhood.” You mourned. “We have eternity to give him what is rightfully his.” Thranduil cups your cheeks – pressing a kiss to your lips. 

Those lips that he has not tasted in eternity. 

“I love you.” You smile. 

“I love you most,” he responds, “—but I am no longer the same elf.” He adds. Making it his duty to inform you of the changes that have taken place in both his mind and body. “What do you mean?” You inquired in curiosity and interest. 

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Thranduil removes the glamour that previously concealed his face and body. “The serpents of the north,” Thranduil says, searching for any signs of disgust in your features. During the first years of having earned these scars, he found them disgusting, he found them to be a reason for you to hate him forever – but slowly as time progressed, and as the past left him behind. He grew to love the scars. A sign of bravery! Little Legolas used to scream from the tops of his lungs, pleading for his Ada to show him the scars in fascination. 

“The sign of a warrior,” you whispered under your breath, slowly moving closer to inspect them until you were sitting on his lap. “They have healed in time,” Thranduil adjusts his grip, his hands firmly placed on the sides of your waist. There was a singular scar on his face, spanning from the top of his right forehead to the left of his chin. Which, in your eyes, only made him look more ethereal. 

A god walking amongst elves. Your husband. 

“—and I have decided not to get rid of them. They are part of me now.” He informs, his eyes solely painted on your face, tattooing your features in the back of his mind. ‘Never shall we part again,’ he makes a promise to himself. Six thousand years is already enough to convince him not to spend another day without your presence. 

“I have wrestled with wraiths for thousands of years, all teasing and taunting. Thoughts of those serpents returning with the great darkness and sewing discord to our kin, ruining everything that you sought to protect.” He continued speaking as your hands danced against his clothed chest, unravelling the buttons of his robe to further reveal the deeper scars that were on his chest. 

There were more scars on his body; his chest was covered in former bruises, a part of his shoulder was entirely smooth, and one of his nipples was burnt off. All of these things that he believes to be the ugliestparts of himself are parts of his body that amplify your desire for him. These scars are only proof of him being your husband. Your Thranduil has sacrificed his happiness for the sake of Middle Earth. 

What a handsome man. 

“I will fall in love with you. No matter how long it has been, no matter how far the past and the future collude to leave us behind. Your mine. Don’t tell me you’re not the same person; you’ll always be my husband, and I have been waiting six thousand years to be here by your side.” 

You press a kiss to his neck, and he moans. 

“Wife,” he looks down on you with a smile. “Husband,” you replied with a mischievous grin. He is glad to be back in your arms. 

[luvsailor]

i forgot he plays left-handed 💔

[me-myself-and-eyes]

how have I managed to find a fic that affects me in the same way THG growing together fics do

[rainonthedeer]

this is like my first time sharing art here so yay hi :3! also ERYN ENCRAIGGGG AHH 🫶

i love ocs x canon so much like yes please give me more details and lore 💗

art by: me! <3

oc (eryn encraig) by: @angellustrates

pubblegum is consuming my brain circuit in a good way

[shutupanakin]

The Dream SMP is server locked.

It’s what Dream tells them after they join, after they’re white listed; they’re server locked. If you really wanted to leave, fine, but you can’t come back. It’s supposed to be a forever home, after all.

The DSMP is server locked; that’s what he tells them. He doesn’t tell them there are no communications, in or out, they figure that part out on their own.

Tommy realizes it when he joins and can’t contact Wilbur; it’s why Wilbur joined so soon after, the lack of communication had initially freaked him out.

Wilbur realizes it when he tries to send a comm message to Phil and is met with an ‘error’ code. The only way for him to communicate with his father is his strange, magical crows. That’s fine. He misses Shubble, Scott. Fuck, he’ll miss MCC, but he can make a home here.

The three life rule seems fair, at first. The DSMP isn’t a hardcore server, it’s a SMP. Surely there’s no need for it. Surely Dream won’t let his players perma die.

It’s an issue, when more and more people join; when the wars start. When people start dying. When re-spawns hurt.

It’s an issue, outside of the server, too; thirty people disappearing into thin air is a problem. A communication black out from a server is unprecedented— it raises concern from other admins. (Especially Scott Smajor, who lost a good chunk of his MCC players.)

Messages go unsent— on both sides, inside and out. The last thing on Wilbur Soot’s comm before he dies is an apology to Shubble that never sent.

Tommy tries, in exile; he’s desperate. He knows it won’t work, but maybe something will patch through. He tries his friends; Deo, Wisp, Eryn, Freddie. Then some admins— particularly Scott and Xisuma. Some more impressive players, like CaptainSparklez, Grian, Sneeg. He begs, pleads, he apologizes and he spans over and over and nothing goes through.

On the other side; the Dream SMP has slowly become an issue. No one can get through that fire-wall, getting into the server, let alone communicate is impossible. All their concerns and calls are met with error codes.

(With a three live spawn lock, no way out, no communications, they are stuck there. Most don’t realize it; they’re lucky. They. Are. Stuck. There. You try to keep your lives, you try to stay of of conflict because if you Die you will be sent somewhere so much more worse then deaths true realm. You will live the rest of your life on that server because— You. Are. Stuck. There.)