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#from the mouth of madness - originals #kingdread - Aragorn #despicable canadian - Boromir #reputable canadian - Faramir #horsegirl supreme - Eowyn #thranduil hell container - Exactly what it says on the tin (I need him to not contaminate other stuff) #number one elfdad - Elrond (you are my daaad... You're my dad! Oogie boogie woogie)

[incorrect-koh-posts]

You said "which is a tragedy in its own right as far as my tastes are concerned, but I digress", but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on this. I hope it's okay to ask, but what kind of fics/pairings would you like/prefer to see emerge from the fandom?

Of course it's okay to ask, dear anon!

Personally? I'd love to see more variety. One of the chief reasons why I enjoy reading fan fiction is finding new things I like - perhaps some pairing I hadn't considered before, some batshit premise or crossover that turns out to be actually brilliant, or maybe a cool genfic that explores previously unseen sides of a character or character dynamic that people don't write about very often. I'm not really the kind of person who seeks out fic based on specific tropes. Once I've read a story with a certain trope in a fandom, it's pretty unlikely that I'll go and read another one with a very similar premise, unless I really enjoy the author's writing.

So what I'd be excited about seeing in the AO3 tag would honestly just be: something new. For instance, a sapphic Sibylla/OC fic would be such a fascinating read (as would be anything at all that explores Sibylla's character a bit more). Or a Saladin-centric fic - sign me the hell up. I'd adore finding something for Godfrey or Imad, and we all know a new Tiberias fic would have me foaming at the mouth. I'd also love an interesting and/or wacky AU (and I'd write one myself if I had the time). Make it Jane Austen and let Baldwin have a gentleman suitor, while Sibylla elopes Lydia-Bennett style with Guy, and Godfrey and Raymond grump about in the Navy. Write a daemon AU (as in His Dark Materials) in the canonical universe. Or throw them all into the 21st century and let Reynald send Saladin threatening messages via fax.

I know the KoH fandom is much too small to engender the sort of variety I'd ideally like to see, and it's only reasonable for writers to sort of double down upon the fic premises and tropes that have done well in terms of hits and comments in the past and write more of the stuff the majority enjoys. As far as taste goes, I'm aware I'm the complete outlier here, and I really don't mean to antagonise anybody with this post or insult their writing or reading preferences. I'm glad your fics are doing well, folks, I truly am - it's only that I'm very likely not the target audience for them. Sometimes I just wish I weren't the only freak in the circus, lol.

(The post anon is referring to is this one btw.)

[turnwashingtonsbaddies]

Turn Meme Bracket: FINAL RESULTS

the people have spoken!!!! after a thrilling fight to the finish and a hard-fought campaign from the "intimate intercourse" camp, horsegirl hewlett is officially the victor of the turn meme bracket with 54% of the 169 (haha nice) total votes cast!!!!!!

this has been a thrilling ride and a great deal of fun, so thank you so much to everyone who has participated whether that be by giving suggestions, campaigning in the reblogs/tags, making campaign posters, or simply by voting in the polls!!

[krillbeans]

Post it you stupid coward!

This is like if i was gonna throw away a rotten burrito and then I see one of these creatures rattling through my trash that I have to scare off by making loud noises but he approaches me instead and feeds off my hand bc apparently the rotten molding burrito was much more appetizing than the ammonia scented jars of jizz it found in my neighbors trash

[camelspit]

4 horsegirls for friends day!!! was originally planning to do more but procrastinated until last night 😔

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[honestlyboringperson]

Team BEST in the Persona 5 AU! Skizz looks like utter dogshit because I can’t draw muscles! Sorry Skizz!

Also yes, Etho’s outfit is partially based on @/spell-struck’s Arcana Swap AU design for Yusuke. Go check it out! Their designs are amazing.

Again, More Information is under the cut.

Southlanders

The Scottage + Gem

Fairy Fort

Magical Mountain + Cub

Bdubs - “Scout” - The Lovers Arcana - Peter Pan/Orobas

A man of short stature and an even shorter fuse, Bdubs is a college student pursuing a degree in architecture and is known for his dubious ability to immediately know what field someone should go into. Be it art, film, or even just mathematics, his judgement is never wrong which led him to be recruited into a local theatre troupe to help with casting members to roles. This causes him to befriend a certain young prodigy actor who specializes in theatrically heroic protagonists and bombastically charismatic villains.

His persona is Peter Pan who is a famous pop culture character. Peter Pan is known for his devil may care attitude and his claims of greatness. His abilities allow himself and others to fly, and in this AU, Bdubs is known for uplifting others with both his scouting abilities and work as a phantom thief. Bdubs is also quite boastful, also fitting with Peter Pan’s character.

His Ultimate Persona is Orobas, a Great Prince of Hell and a Goetic Demon. He is the patron of horses, and gives power and control over others. He also can protect people from evil spirits and is clairvoyant. No wonder Bdubs “Horsegirl Supreme” got this guy as his ultimate persona.

Etho - “Shade” - The Hanged Man Arcana - Arahabaki/Inari-Okami

Etho is a mysterious college student known throughout the campus as being aloof, quiet, and even possibly dangerous. Those close to him know he’s just socially awkward. At a young age, he is known for his inventions in engineering and was presented with several scholarships to several prestigious institutions across the city. Unfortunately, he is horrendously bad at anything that isn’t engineering, with his apartment in shambles and his diet mostly consisting of energy drinks and a wide variety of instant ramen.

Arahabaki is a Japanese god of uncertain origin, with this particular portrayal & the one in the Shin Megami Tensei franchise being mainly inspired by the forgery by Tsugaru Soto-Sangunshi. They are a symbol of treachery, rebellion, and heresy after Emperor Jimmu found his enemy Nagasunehiko worshipped him.

Inari Okami is the kami of foxes, fertility, rice, tea, and general worldly success. They are the reason several shrines in Japan have fox statues and they are known for their ability to shapeshift. Their entourage was made up of pure white kitsune, categorized as “zenko” as opposed to the malicious “yako” kitsune.

Skizz - “Knight” - The Justice Arcana - Templar/Heracles

Skizz is Impulse’s best friend and former police officer. He currently works as a construction worker, but helps Impulse with his smithing business. He was fired after directly opposing the corruption that began to spread throughout the city’s police force, and his name was slandered. Despite these tragedies, he keeps a goofy and cheerful demeanour throughout his days. Despite no longer being in the police force, he will not overlook anything he sees as harmful.

Templar, full name Simon Templar is a Robin Hood figure coined “The Saint”. His calling card consists of a stick figure with a halo, and said calling cards were often given to corrupt politicians, warmongers, and other similar low-lives. He was described as “a buccaneer in the suits of Savile Row, amused, cool, debonair, with hell for leather blue eyes, and a saintly smile.”

Heracles is a famed Roman hero, and is considered the god of strength and heroes. He is most known for his tale of the twelve labours, wherein he completes twelve labours set by King Eurystheus to atone for killing his family after Hera makes him temporarily lose his mind. These tasks were aided by his allies and finished with a combination of strength, trickery, and camaraderie.

Tango - “Blaze” - The Magician Arcana - Guy Fawkes/Nimrod

Tango is a popular novelist and D&D master, known for his works in the fantasy horror novel franchise “Decked Out”. Although the original novels were made to satisfy his own desire to tell a compelling story, he becomes severely creatively blocked and is unable to keep up with the demands of his fans. After joining, he’s trying to start fresh with a new franchise, and is currently looking for inspiration for a new novel with the help of Jimmy.

Guy Fawkes is a key figure behind the infamous & controversial Gunpowder Plot. The Gunpowder Plot was a planned regicide, with several barrels of gunpowder being hidden within or near the House of Parliament, with Guy Fawkes being in charge of the explosives. The plan was to blow up the Parliament with the King James I inside and instate a Catholic monarch to the throne. Despite the motives being questionable, the plan failed and all the offenders, Guy Fawkes include were executed for treason. Today, in celebration of the king’s survival and the failure of the plan or simply enjoying the festivities, Bonfire Night was created, with several bonfires, fireworks, and other similar events taking place.

Nimrod is the architect of the Tower of Babel and is known as a king who rebelled against god themselves. The Tower of Babel was intended to reach towards the heavens, but God struck it down and changed the language of the people so they could no longer understand each other and scatters them across the earth.

[gabessquishytum]

Hello I was playing LoZ and started thinking about Hob and horses and thought the words “horse girl!Hob” as a joke but then -

Dream has been summoned and bound in a form again except for whatever reasons the sorcerers chose a horse. Their bindings were faulty. Dream escaped, though he’s still stuck. For a while he’s just running blindly, panicking a little about how to get home before damage is done. He ends up running to the New Inn without consciously thinking about it for ‘it’s basically a temple for Dream’ reasons, and Hob is like “welp I doubt anyone else in here has calmed a horse as many times as I have and anyway if he kicks the worst I do is start over and Dream knows I’m around still now”

Akskdjfj yeah <3 Dream as a big black strapping stallion!!! It's the content we deserve. Gonna tag my resident horsegirl supreme, @akhuna01 because I can't make a horse post without getting her involved.

The possibilities for shenanigans are excellent. Dream foaming at the mouth when anyone except for Hob comes near, so people think that Hob is a horse whisperer? Dream getting fed polo mints by well meaning local children? Hob having no choice but to, um, ride Dream?

I'm imagining that Hob mounts up in the hope of getting the horsey under control, since it seems to want him to ride??? He can't explain but he's getting that vibe. Anyway Dream immediately rockets off with Hob clinging on for dear life. And when he finally slows down he starts talking and Hob. Falls off. He's seen a lot of shit but never a talking horse.

When Dream explains, Hob is like "Well I'm not sure there's much I can do to help. But I COULD braid your mane, I used to be really good at it." So they lie together in a field and Dream gets a pretty pony makeover <3

[dracolunae]

I’ve been seeing so much Brasil from the olympics in my dash so I figured I’d check out how my country is doing and hey! Tenth place with 6 gold! Not bad!

Then upon checking the breakdown of that I found out that Germany is just horsegirl country supreme, apparently, with half our golds from equestrian

[pluviatrix]

i was going to leave this as a comment on ASTCB itself, but it felt too personal. you don't have to post this, considering the personal bit 'n all, but you are welcome to if you feel so inclined! i won't mind. sorry in advance for splashing this into your askbox on tumblr of all things, but also thank you for reading.

i need you to know that i never thought i would relate with twilight of all links. i did not even know that i could do that until i read your piece and it filled me with words and then wrung them right back out of my soul until i was sobbing right along next to twilight. i've been dealing with mental health issues for a very long while but they have been getting really bad recently, and the way you wrote twilight's own long-term grapple with the same instilled something so Whole and understood into my being.

you didn't get rid of it, either. it wasn't cured, didn't get moved to the back burner or forgotten after a few paragraphs and never mentioned again. it was there throughout the whole piece. it was nice. i definitely didn't feel alone in my experiences while i stood next to twilight to watch as the story unfolded, and while it might sound sad that it took a fictional character to ease my mind, i don't think i mind. comfort in weird places, or whatever.

your writing feels like balm on a sunburn that just refuses to go away. the ending left me crying like a babe in the weirdest (/pos) mix of emotions i've felt to date. the scene where warriors asks if twilight has a death wish rattled me so badly because it hit Close. i realized a few things, just then, and had to take a very gentle moment for myself ( i cried into a pillow). the scene nestled itself right under my ribs and i've still not been able to pry it out just yet, and i don't think i'll even attempt to anymore. it deserves to be there as far as i'm concerned. it serves as a good reminder, but so does the entirety of ASTCB. so.

i didn't know i could relate with the country bumpkin, the absolutely limp-wristed horsegirl supreme with a cowboy hat, but i'm glad that it was with you that i did. thank you so fucking much, and if you ever write more i will be right there waiting to experience the story you decide to tell us all over again.

okay, so, i've read this whole thing probably 15 times over and after several days of internal debate i decided to post it mainly because i afear the machinations of a tumblr inbox and i dont wanna lose it in the gears

just.. like,,, nodding. yeah. this is what i wrote it for

[weaseltotheface]

I've been living for your lowkey liveblog of horsegirl anime, Supremely relatable! I have another to add to the list for later: lycoris recoil! It's a lil gay and has lots of intrigue and good gun shooting

I'm glad you're enjoying it lmao I'm enjoying it, it's fuckin batshit in the best way

And someone reccomended lycoris for me already! Glad to see a second opinion too! I love a sample size lol

[sarcasticscribbles]

I know this could have been a supreme thirst trap old man cowboy sees you but horsegirl elias

Per your last post: please please please please please draw cowboy Elias. I will be so normal about it. Dear god, cowboy Elias.

when he found out the patriarchy wasn’t about horses he lost interest

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A Queen - Part 2

So, after many distractions...here's the second part to this as well...

Thank you for the lovely request, @lathalea!

This time as well with a small cameo from @laurfilijames the OG horsegirl haha (love you, babe)

-> Part 1

Words: 3,2 k

Warnings: Heartbreak

Characters: Thorin x OC, Fíli x @laurfilijames

She didn’t cry, she didn’t yell, she simply turned away.

Fíli felt his shoulders cramp, the muscles bunching into knots of discomfort, as he tried to explain yet again that he felt nothing for that dam his uncle had taken such a liking to. While he could not have cared less for the Lady Íth – beyond benevolent propriety – he minded the king’s happiness greatly and felt compelled to prove himself grateful and worthy of the deep love and bitter sacrifices of his mother’s brother.

“I understand that this is what you have to do.”

It was a cold answer – dismissive and cutting – that made his blood freeze in his veins; he wanted her so much, not least because she truly did understand, and he hated that his duty might cost him the one selfish desire he harboured in his generous heart.

“We are having dinner tomorrow,” he went on, even though he was not sure why he wanted her to know about that, “and they will all be hovering around.”

His hand slid into her long, heavy, dark hair and wrapped around her slender neck.

“I wish I was here instead, with you, alone.”

“We cannot always get what we want,” she replied calmly, “and you should return to your quarters now, Your Majesty, I wouldn’t want to damage your reputation or marriage prospects by letting you be seen associating with your inferiors.”

“Don’t talk like that,” he roared, “you are not beneath me! If anything, I – a disloyal subject and a dishonest son and nephew – am unworthy of one so righteous and noble as you.”

She tensed under his palm, and he let go despite it being the hardest thing he had done since getting up from his sickbed to meet the world head-on once more; he didn’t want to lose her, but he wouldn’t promise her things he was not sure he’d be able to keep either.

“Wait for me tomorrow,” he begged, “I’ll be down as soon as dessert is served.”

She did not believe that he’d be allowed to simply desert his own courting dinner, but – weak and enamoured as she was – she would be lingering in the stables, nonetheless.

Íth had never wanted to go to this charade in the first place, but her mother – old and frail – had implored her to at least go present herself to further the hopes of her sisters; she could not deny that by going to court, she might just strike up an acquaintance that may – in time – lead to an advantageous match for them.

Hence why she had run all the way from her father’s house to the royal inspection of nubile dams and had arrived – dishevelled and disgraceful – to perform the role of the demure lady.

In truth, Íth was thoroughly uninterested in prancing like an adorned and bejewelled pony under the bored gaze of a prince much too young for her; Fíli was undeniably handsome and charming, but she thought of him with indulgent worry more than burning passion. Like any other living creature under the Mountain, she had been eagerly awaiting news of his recovery, but she had never imagined herself in the role of his young queen.

Too many things had happened, too many people had been lost, and her heart was a graveyard in which the dead reigned supreme; there would not be enough space left to nurture the seeds of a whole life – pebbles and plans – within that barren bosom of hers.

When a golden ray fell onto her shoulder only to shiver and die, she realised that she would be late again if she did not make haste; time management had never been her strongest suit but – if one was invited to have dinner with the royal household – such intimate weaknesses were barely acceptable excuses.

Rushing through the necessary motions – and despite being interrupted several times by her siblings – she made it to the heavy, intricately carved doors of the royal dining hall with but two heartbeats to spare.

She was announced and guided in by a taciturn guard who glowered at her under bushy brows.

Íth was painfully aware then of how simple and charmless her appearance must have seemed to him – and thus to the royal family – compared to the lavish silk and silver the other dams had sported when submitted to the critical gaze of their rulers.

Íth was not a vain creature though and whatever adornments she had inherited or bought over the years had been handed down to starry-eyed sisters without reticence; hence, she wore her hair three simple braids – interwoven into a knot at the back of her head – that bore but the customary runes stating her marriage status and her alliance to her family.

As a noble lady – whatever that meant in these times – she was devoid of any exceptional skills other than being a good sister and daughter, and she’d feel foolish wearing an ornament that claimed such inconsequential achievements.

The king looked up and nodded in greeting; his manner was grave and dignified which made her stomach clench around a shadow of hunger that would never be sated by the appetising feast laid out on the heavy stone table. Ashamed of her own girlish weakness, she pushed away the fluttering excitement that overcame her every time she was near that ponderous, awe-inspiring dwarf who had led his people through misery and heartbreak to a brighter future.

Still, those azure eyes – hard and beautiful as precious stones – rested on her countenance like a tiara of unspeakable worth.

Prince Fíli – on the other hand – did barely look at her, a moue of bored annoyance making his moustache droop quite unflatteringly, and Íth felt almost relieved. She knew that she would not reject the prince if he made her an offer – she knew her duties too well – so she could only hope that it would never come to that.

“Pay the lady a compliment about her sensible choice of dress,” Thorin hissed into Fíli’s ear, “and – when you find an opportune moment – invite her to join us for a picnic tomorrow.”

His nephew looked up in confusion; in thought, he had been down at the stables, eating a light supper with his beloved on a bale of hay, and he resented being interrupted in his daydreams by the king.

“Her dress?” he whispered back after throwing a cursory glance at the plain dark green dress his guest was arrayed in; he had to admit that she wore it well – she had the aura of quiet elegance that needed no garish frills and laces – but, as far as simple raiment and natural beauty went, he much preferred the wild, joyous rejection of artifice he had found in his own chosen one.

“This is a nice dress,” he complimented Íth nonetheless, “it is well selected and suits you admirably.”

Íth had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from rolling her eyes; they had not exchanged more than a perfunctory greeting in the past and she highly doubted that the prince would be able to tell what suited her – in complexion or nature – in the least.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” she replied with a polite smile that was as bland and tepid as her own cooking.

Remembering his uncle’s exhortation – and the extensive list of poems, compliments, and gestures to weave into the conversation he had been given – Fíli went on with a little more enthusiasm: “Would it please you to accompany us to a picnic tomorrow? We could take out the horses!”

The idea had come to him in a flash; it was a risky gamble, but the mere hope of being able to abscond for but a few stolen moments with his love, while Thorin would sing his praises to his intended, made his heart race with excitement.

“Horses?” Íth cocked her head; picnics were a common enough courting device, but usually, the assembled company would walk leisurely to the elected spot rather than risk tarnishing their clothes and ruining their braids by trekking through rough terrain on horseback.

“Very well, Your Majesty,” she agreed nonetheless with effortless grace and inclined her head in his direction, catching the king’s intense gaze that had been resting on her moving features – witnessing confusion being replaced by acquiescence – all this time.

As the hours went by, the king’s hawk-eyed attention started to seep into her bones, sparking fires of nervous anticipation; she knew not what he hoped to find in her expression, but – despite her better knowledge – she caught herself basking in that radiant gaze that felt like a spray of stardust on her burning skin.

They went on the picnic – Íth was still convinced that the young prince was nowhere near ready to hand over his freedom and youth to the crown – and for rides; strangely enough, the king himself seemed to always find the time to accompany his heir on those courting missions, for really, their outings felt like a chore to anyone involved.

Within her heart, Íth also suspected that the prince might have set his eye – and potentially even his heart – on a young dam who tended to the horses a good deal and who had been an awkward addition to their riding picnic that second day; the way he looked at her spoke of intimacy and longing while his eyes expressed mere polite patience whenever they fell on her. She was not hurt or vexed by that as – even after numerous encounters – she still felt not attracted in the least to his handsome face and pretty manners.

He would be a good king, she didn’t doubt that, for he managed to lavish generous smiles upon a woman he decidedly did not personally enjoy, but she could not see herself being married to anyone who cared so very little for her interests and sorrows.

Already, she had sacrificed a large part of her life to the satisfaction and safety of others and – truth be told – she yearned to experience something that would make her heart shiver and her soul sing; the prince – kind and lovely as he was – would never manage to evoke such strong sensations and emotions in her though. It was time to end this charade, even if that meant putting an end to the quiet complicity she had hitherto established and shared with their chaperone: the very ruler of Erebor whom she had come to appreciate for his dry humour and his slightly gruff kindness.

“Milady,” a voice suddenly tore her out of her daydreaming as she walked through a small courtyard after another heavy dinner, “has my nephew forsaken you? Have you enjoyed the feast? It seemed to me – to Fíli, I mean – that you’ve expressed a fondness for those berries.”

The king made a face; Íth knew that he had to order the referenced fruits from his neighbours in Mirkwood and that he preferred not to owe them any favours, hence why she had been pleasantly surprised to find them on the menu once more after having, indeed, expressed her favourable opinion a few days prior.

“Thank you so much,” she replied softly, “I see how much you care about this engagement, but…”

She turned around and – in a moment of brazen courage – she grabbed his hand and held it in her own gingerly. “My king, you must see that I am not the woman for your nephew; I appreciate all your efforts…” “You are wonderful,” he interrupted her, “you are kind and generous, you are smart and cultured, you are hardy and brave. Fíli would be the luckiest bastard – forgive the unseemly use of crude language – if he could but win the heart of such an excellent dam. You’d make a great queen.”

Íth inclined her head and nodded pensively.

“Indeed,” she agreed, “I might make an acceptable queen during the time of the reconstruction; I am frugal and patient because I’ve known suffering and loss, but, my liege, I am also too tired and beaten down to help birth and nurture a new generation of prosperity in Erebor. Please, accept my sincerest apologies, but your nephew and I are incompatible in heart, mind, and purpose.”

When his face closed into an expression of stern misery, she sighed: “I am truly so sorry for I know that you’ve done your best to support this match. From the very start, I’ve seen your hand in every gesture and I’ve heard your voice in every word of your nephew’s. It is known that it was you who has chosen the venues, the menus, the activities, even the poetry read to me in an impatient and yet bored voice.”

In Erebor, even the walls had ears and she had felt more than actually been informed in so many words that everyone was aware of how desperately Thorin II had wanted his heir’s wooing to succeed; it felt terrible to have to admit that all his efforts had been in vain for there was no way she and Prince Fíli could ever see eye to eye.

She would not have believed this possible, but the king’s expression grew sourer yet as she went on digging her own grave, struggling against the quicksand of shame and despair engulfing her at an alarming pace now; with another heartfelt sigh, Íth then tried to make him understand that she did not resent or dislike Fíli in any shape or form.

“He has clearly not heeded my advice,” Thorin grunted, disappointment bleak and glaring on his features, “and I admit that I am disheartened to hear that he merely transmitted the pieces of advice entrusted to him rather than adapt and personalise them.”

“Oh,” she answered fervently, “there was absolutely nothing wrong with the things he’s said and done, everything was beyond perfect, but his heart was not in it. Would you wish such misery upon your own nephew and heir? Would you see him betrothed to a dam he deems agreeable but devoid of real charm?”

“He would come to his senses, I am sure,” the king barked, “how could he not?” “You flatter me, my king,” she smiled warmly; to her astonishment and shock, she also realised at that moment that she was still holding his hand – broad and calloused – in her own as if it was the most precious of gifts.

His fingers tightened around her palms and – fool woman that she was – the veil of confused incomprehension was lifted in a single instant; suddenly, she could fully appreciate the man behind all the good parts of her failed dates, and her smile softened further.

“You liked the gifts? The poems? The outings?” he asked almost shyly.

“I did, my king, they were expertly planned and beautifully set up. Someone has gone to great trouble to ensure I was having a good time; I surmise that someone was you?”

“Indeed,” he cleared his throat sheepishly at this confession, “indeed, it was I. It was important to me that you’d feel welcome.”

“Why?” she asked urgently, desperate to hear why he would go to such lengths for a dam who was only one of many eligible candidates as far as he was concerned. He had been watching her so intently all this time and – now that the final moment of painful goodbyes had come – she needed to know what had inspired such intense scrutiny.

"Because," Thorin sighed heavily, “because you seemed the perfect candidate for a queen. Funny, charming, serious, lovely, wise…”

“Serious? Lovely? Wise? Is that the woman you’d bind a young dwarf to?” she laughed, giving his hand a fond squeeze, “You make me sound like a crone, my liege.”

“Not at all,” he protested, but then rubbed his free hand over his face tiredly before admitting that he just might have been blinded in his selection by the things he himself would have cherished in a queen.

“It’s been too long since I’ve been a hopeful, promising prince myself,” he confessed, “and it is possible that my experience made me seek out a match Fíli will hopefully not need for many a year to come.”

Íth thought that this was the end of the conversation, but the king’s hold on her hand did not relent.

“Do you object to the idea of being queen?” he asked her soberly, evidently trying to sort through all the things she had so callously thrown at him without considering that he would have to pick up the broken pieces of his hopes and endeavours on his own.

“No,” she replied honestly, “I just don’t want to be married to someone who does neither love nor truly need me.”

“Would you…” Thorin pulled her closer by the wrist, “would you then consider being wooed by someone who thinks – who has always thought – that you’d make a wonderful queen? Someone who sees everything you are and cherishes it?”

Íth pondered his words for a long time; she had owned up to the fact that she had enjoyed all the little things he had arranged for her and the mere idea of spending time with the person who had gone through so much trouble to ensure that every encounter between them had been enjoyable made her heart quake.

“What are you saying?” she asked calmly, afraid that her hopeful heart misgave her.

“Clearly, my nephew has not won you over with his boyish and slightly careless charm,” Thorin explained ponderously, hiding his own nervousness behind formality, "but I think you are a valuable addition to this court.”

Her face grew cold and he realised that he was about to commit the same mistake his nephew might have made – consciously or unconsciously – so he corrected himself quickly: “And I enjoy your company immensely; you strike me as very sensible in your choices and tastes – most of which I genuinely share – and so, as you have formally rejected Prince Fíli, I would humbly ask you to consider accepting my suit.”

“Is that possible? Is that appropriate?” Íth inquired cautiously; it was hardly proper or dignified for the reigning king to pick up the leavings of his heir.

“I don’t care,” Thorin barked, “I should have been less of a coward from the start and said that you had caught my eye at the presentation. Maybe it was because my sister had told me that she’s given up on me and maybe, it was due to the fact that I had most probably resigned myself to a life of celibacy as well. Either way, I did not dare hope to win a young, charming dam such as you for my own heart. I shall not reign for a very long time, there is no promise of great glory I can lure you with.”

“Can you love me truly? Give me home to rest my bones and a project to work on? Can you offer me hope? We both know that we won’t get back those years lost to misery and strife, but could there be peace and steady productivity to fill the ones left to us?”

“Yes,” Thorin breathed, “yes, all of this and more, that I can vow to you.”

“That is all I asked for,” Íth replied, cupping his bearded cheek tenderly in an overly familiar and shockingly intimate gesture of solace.

“Erebor for a time,” Thorin whispered, pressing his lips against her fair brow, “and my undying love forever.”

So...a happy end for everyone!!! (Well, maybe not yet for Fí, but soon at least)

Yayyyyy!

Lots of love from me 💖💖💖

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@laurfilijames, @fizzyxcustard, @linasofia, @myselfandfantasy, @legolasbadass, @midearthwritings, @guardianofrivendell, @mismaeve, @middleearthpixie

[tweedfrog]

Ada Stark to Lyanna Stark "Look at me, I'm the horsegirl now!"

There can only be 1 supreme horse girl in Westeros so Ada has to joust Lyanna and Sandor

[anamneseverge]

hello mods!! this is emu @thosferatu on twitter, could i please extend my ferdinand von aegir reserve for another week? thank you!! <3

hello emu! you absolutely can. horsegirl supreme ferdinand von aegir has had his reserve extended until november 10th!

🜁— MOD FLICK

[horseslur]

given centaur horsegirl supreme aideen, does that make this satan?

Hey sse I’ll pay you so many money to horrify children around the world.

[lambergeier]

captive prince secret santa letter

hello, secret santa! thank you for creating for me a gift. i love it already.

things i like: how much damen and laurent are in love! this probably goes without saying. also:

both writing AND art, just to be clear

i will be extremely happy with either

canon AUs

auguste lives: always a good one. more out there stuff like hennike lives or “hypermenestra is secret vice president of akielos” or even just like “they do get found by that akielon column in the 2nd book and laurent DOES get delivered to ios as damen’s prisoner”? i love all of it.

post-canon stuff is also great, love a sequel or a 5 yrs later or anything like that. anything along the lines of the charls adventures for instance: god i love hijinks

established relationship damen/laurent:

i love when people have problems and work through them successfully like adults. this is a very real kink of mine.

ot3s

really hard to do in this canon, but i try my hardest anyways. damen/laurent/jokaste is a secret pleasure. damen getting with auguste and then having to shamefacedly explain to auguste, his beautiful and athletic one-night stand, that actually he’s head over heels for his petty little brother? iconic. no actual brother-on-brother action, thanks, but i do firmly believe that damen would hook up with whichever brother he met first, no goddamn question. like he still ends up with laurent of course, but you know what, let’s just make this its own line item

damen/auguste

see supra

h/c

probably at least a little obvious from my oeuvre.

jokaste

rips open my shirt, revealing a second shirt that reads “she only did SOME things wrong” beneath

would love some jokaste gen, some jokaste+laurent gen, some really ominous pre-series jokaste fic as she completely fails to prevent bad things from happening (by her own hands and others’!), some jokaste and her baby gen stuff

horses

pacat didn’t tell me enough about the horses in this series

if the books had been laurent POV we wouldn’t have had this problem

i’m only partly kidding about this, i do very much enjoy how much of a supremely dedicated horsegirl laurent is, and how much damen just has like, a normal enjoyment of horses. a normal person’s enjoyment of horses.

political intrigue

i love it. it’s very annoying to do, i’m sorry, you can ignore this one

LESBIANS

http://hawberries.tumblr.com/tagged/queens-rising/chrono

LESBIANS

things i like less:

modern AUs

the exception to this are the really wild ones like superhero AUs or a modern AU in which they still do incredibly fucked-up shit to each other and then have to figure out how to forgive each other at the same time as they’re falling in love

infidelity

really don’t care for it in any context

pallas, lazar, erasmus, and kallias

look they’re very nice. they’re just not why i get up in the morning

i think i’ve included a couple prompts in the listings above, but if you need any more, please feel free to send me an ask on anon (if the mods are cool with that?) or message me through the mods (if the mods... are cool with that....?)

thank you again, and i can’t wait to see what you make!