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fictionalhoedown · 2 months ago

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Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

#stanley pines #stan x reader #stanley pines x reader #gravity falls #ford pines

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thewertsearch · 1 year ago

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AC: :33 < sorry to bother you again! AC: :33 < is AC: :33 < um [...] AC: :33 < he available? [...] TT: What is the name of this mystery fellow you seek? AC: :33 < aaaaa youre just teasing me now! AC: :33 < i f33l bad about bugging you about it [...] AC: :33 < i miss pounce a lot :(( AC: :33 < and talking to him reminds me of her

Aw, Nepeta. :(

Still, there are ways to solve this. Maybe Rose could give her the code for Jaspersprite's pendant - or just give him his own computer, like Davesprite's iShades.

You won't need it anymore. It served you well. You suppose there are a lot of things you've outgrown, now that you think about it.

...his own computer, Rose! I said his own computer!

Rose is abandoning her primary communication device. Obviously she has others, but her attitude here is still making me nervous - especially considering how heavy-handed her phrasing is.

Who or what do you think you've outgrown, Rose?

JASPERSPRITE: Did you learn to play the rain rose? ROSE: Not yet, Jaspers. ROSE: It's a little complicated, but I believe I've embarked on another quest, one which surpasses the scope of the objectives local to this planet.

I'm on record as being fully on board with Rose's skepticism about her Quest - but she should be equally skeptical about her new quest. Both are sponsored by suspicious entities with unclear motives, and I'm not sold on either of them.

ROSE: I'm saying there's something more important to accomplish now. Something more important than creating a universe. JASPERSPRITE: Oh thats ok rose i wouldnt want you to feel obligated to do that.

That's a strange sentiment, coming from Jaspers. Sprites generally echo the game's expectations for its Players, so it's odd that a game centered around fate, destiny and temporal obligation would tell Rose that her ultimate goal is optional. After all, she was made to create a universe.

Maybe Jaspers just loves Rose so much that he's on board with her rebellion, even though he doesn't understand it.

JASPERSPRITE: I think that winning this game and getting the prize is up to you and your friends. JASPERSPRITE: You get to decide whether or not you feel its right to do that and what kind of prize you want to make!

Is Jaspers implying that Sburb's prize doesn't have to be a universe? That winning the game can mean something else, instead?

Rose thinks her only options are to submit to the game's whims, or fight it tooth and nail. Perhaps that's a false dichotomy, and it's possible to fall somewhere in the middle of the spectrum - some sort of alternate win condition that saves their doomed session.

Perhaps the game has recognized that Rose is a renegade, and it's trying to show her that things aren't so black and white. Maybe Sburb is signaling that it's willing to negotiate.

JASPERSPRITE: Its part of becoming who youre supposed to become i think.

Damn it! Just as I'm starting to wonder if Sburb is more flexible than we thought, it tosses this line at us.

I don't like this sentiment. It stinks of Alpha, and it's exactly the kind of thing that will piss Rose off. She's rebelling against what she perceives to be her destiny - the last thing she wants to hear is that there's someone she's 'supposed' to become.

JASPERSPRITE: I dont know i hope im not being too pushy rose its not my place to be im just your cat! JASPERSPRITE: But the thing that made me how i am now seems to really want me to say this to you. JASPERSPRITE: Your quest is really important for you to do. JASPERSPRITE: Not really because thats how to get the prize. JASPERSPRITE: But because its what you need to do for yourself!

This isn't about the universe, says Sburb.

This is totally bizarre. I thought it was all about the universe, and the game's Players were just the mechanism for creating them. Even the Quests are just extended tutorials on how to terraform planets.

Do the Players have another role to play?

JASPERSPRITE: I love you rose! I always have even when you were a little girl and i was an alive cat. ROSE: Thanks, Jaspers, that's nice to hear. ROSE: It's hard to remember, but I'm pretty sure I felt the same way back then. JASPERSPRITE: It was fun getting to be your cat again rose even if it was just for a little while and also while being a princess ghost. JASPERSPRITE: Bye rose! ROSE: See you, Jaspers! ROSE: If you see my mother in the course of your travels, tell her I said hello.

Alright, let's hit the pause button on the lore speculation. I need to grab some tissues :'(

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #2812 #s76

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mercymermaid · 3 months ago

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okay dragon prince s6 was. a wild fucking ride

here's my live reaction and my post reaction

warning: obvious spoilers, really long, extremely incomprehensible, i also forgot half the non-main characters' names

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live reaction:

JUST REALIZED DRAGON PRINCE S6 CAME OUT LET’S GOOOP

the last show i watched was lmk (besides nezha conquers the dragon king) so seeing them all so animated and actually humanoid is so satisfying

VIREN'S HANDS AND REACTION WHEN HE SEES CLAUDIA'S LEG. RAGDJGUFUJFJDDJBR ME TOO BUD ME TOOOOOO

also aaravos crying in the beginning jumpscared me because i didn’t realize it was him at first i thought it was a new va or smth 😭

ALSO NOOOO SIR SPARKLEPUFF 😭

screaming

claudia: kills her ‘brother’ and loses her sanity to save viren to go save aaravos

viren: nah i choose life

claudia: 😃 haha what

literally she’s sobbing because he’s trying to go back to katolis

oh the running animation is still shit

ughhhh the little humany movements

rayla’s hand being uncertain and lowering and going to her face when callum runs off w her blanket

and soren howling w zym is so real

CUTTING FROM “CAN WE TRUST JELLYBUG” TO THE FIRE WAS A MOMENTARY JUMPSCARE

“i have my blankie” that’s. rayla’s blankie.

okay i’m calling it they sent callum down there without a shot of him replacing the pearl so i bet they took the decoy

either that or the reason they didn’t put a shot is to not make us think that and they brought the actual peael in 💀

jm ever overthinking or a genius

no terry :(

naming a dragon pyrrah is crazy

also not me completely forgetting wtf happened in s5

completely forgot zubeia had her ass kicked

WHAT COULD YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS YOU ARE NOT A QUEEN

DAMNNNNNNN

how have i forgotten like everyone’s names mb

corvus deserves the world i remember why he was my favorite character when he actually had screentime

corvus and soren were husbands your honor

since when was corvus’s leg injured

was that in s5 and my dumbass missed it

but soren carrying him is golden

yeah it was in s5 im stupid just googled

please don’t let the mushroom mage be a villain he’s awesome

the split speech between janai and karim is awesome

and i need to rewatch the other seasons but. did they fix the shading?? or am i just being spoiled after lmk

JANAI AND AMAYA WEDDING LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

corvus and soren are fucking Best Friends Yes Homo i swear ighhjhhh

BUT JANAI AND AMAYA KISSING EARLIER WOOHOOOO LET’S HEAR IT FOR LOVING CARING POSITIVE HEALTHY YURIIIII

NO SHADOWPAW

warriors ass name

i forgot to mention they fixed rayla’s hypothermic forehead

oh claudia’s still alive??

the frozen ship speech

is so foreshadowing or a metaphor or smth cool

terry is genuinely such a good boyfriend

and rayla reading the diary is great

help not rayla reading the diary instead of trying to find supplies

is she crying bc of the sadass story or because she’s thinking of callum

terry do you not know how to brush hair

if there’s a not you grab the hair before the knot so it hurts less

what crisis did claudia go through to cut her hair

okay yeah stupid question

shadow monkey and the bait rip-off baby both cooing at rayla and callum sharing a bed is real

but corvus and soren sharing a bed would be better

CHRIST JELP WHY ARE THEY DOING THAY TO POOR RAYLA AND CALLUM

NO WAYYY

sobbing

DUMB BITCH KI ISS HER

THAT IS NOT A TIME TO BRING UP DARK MAGIC

also claudia honey i love your style but honey you need to fix your hair

OH TERRY MAKING HER A PROSTHETIC LEG SWEETIEEEE

they haven’t spoken at all this entire time

OH THEY KISS TOO

CALLUM YOU DUMB BITCH YOU’RE THE ONLY ONES

“exhales emotionally” is crazy

did their asses just. forget the Pearl

oh yeah they did

rayla’s cooked

oh no she’s fine

the guard bonking the other on the head is so real

how do they not recognize viren

blind ass bitches

DAMN OKAY EZRAN EAT THATTTTTT

im calling it

ep3 already and the only aaravos screentime we had was him crying (over leola i assume) (and callum’s flashbacks but they don’t count)

it’s another mystery of aaravos’s screentime season i see

in america the starscraper would cost 20000000 a month and would have the view of twenty other starscrapers

claudia is a material girl

and I’d get severe social anxiety being inside the starscraper

yikes aaravos has plot armor

“no one can save xadia” okay edgelord

damn not the side quest to go kill a snow monster 💀

last episode before i sleep

please give us actual fucking aaravos screentime

YOOO CLAUDIA IS IN THE INTROVNOW

WOAHHHH

referring to viren as the prisoner is WILD

yeah viren bud you did that to yourself soren had all right to scream at you

watch the snow monster be like aaravos’s pet 💀

the snowstorm isn’t dying down girl

oh nvm

oh yeah that’s not aaravos’s pet im stupid

i expected a plot twist like this

the celestial elves hearing about how the chosen two actually did this for themselves 👁️👄👁️

not astrid’s brother (im sorry i immediately forgot his name) immediately becoming timeblind

HELP NOT CALLUM IMMEDIATELY BEING CALLED EVIL

OH FINALLY AARAVOS CONTENT

oh nevermind it was ONE SENTENCE

buddy we saw you cry earlier you ain’t winning (toxic masculinity is tho!!)

OH I KNEW THAT FLY WAS A METAPHOR

okay one more episode i can’t

ohhhhh the guy was named kosmo whoops

that autocorrected to Komsomol

the fuck is Komsomol

okay yeah we’re not getting any aaravos content this season huh

season 7 is still mystery (though it’s gonna be the last season in mystery) so i assume that’s when shit happens

HOW DID AARAVOS HAVE MORR SCREEN TIME OUTSIDE OF THE SEASONS FUCKING NAMED AFTER HIM

saw the trailer yeah no aaravos is so getting released

I WAS SO RIGHT HE ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE FUCKONG CANDY ORB I CALLED I CALLED I CALLED I CALLED IT

viren trauma dumping to soren is crazy

viren sobbing sounds kind of aaravos sobbing

why is everything black and white when kosmo speaks

okay time line 🤩

timeblind fuck me dude

i love how expressive everyone is

damn astrid eat!!!

OHHHHHHH

THE WHOLE

BLACK AND WHITE TJING WAS HIS FLASHBACK AND THEN CHANGING THE PAST AND FUTURE

OKAYTYYYYYY MAIN CHAARCTERRRRR

damn viren why’d you do kpp’ar dirty like that 😭

NAHHHHHH

rip buddy

no what happened to the spider

did they forget her on him 💀

STOP CUTTING FROM CALLUM PLUMMETING TO VIREN TRAUMADUMPING IS CRAZYYYYYH

what is viren doing anyway

writing a fucking autobiography

like how is this going to get soren to like him

yeah all that did not fit on that one piece of paper with his huge ass handwriting

IS THAT LEOLA

WHOS THAT PRETTY POOKIE

THE MERCIFUL ONE?.

all he needed was to go fly up really high and now he’s plot power protected 💀 no wayyyy

are they gonna tell him about the candy pearl tho 😭

IS HE STILL WRITING

JESSUSSSS

viren a sorry isn’t gonna help anymore

dumb bitch

oh thank god kosmo told his sister

viren should listen to kosmo

oh look at him making smart choices

go soren

YEAHHHH BURN I

oh the spider is alive 😁

okay callum be introspective

aswwwwww they’re fixing their past

FINALLLYYYYYYY THEY KISSSEEDDDDDDDDD UGHHHHHH LONG TIME COMING DIMNAZSESSSSSS

DUMBASSESSSSS

AWWWWWWWW THEY’RE SO CUTEEEEE

AND YET NO FUCKING AARAVOS

YOU HAVE THREE EPISODES LEFT.

USE THEM.

why the fuck are they going to the moon nexus

awwww them kissing like a high school couple is great

OHHHHH she got wings!!!

did they. tell callum and rayla that they brought the wrong pearl???

SOL REGEMCIS THAT YOU

“fix my wings and i’ll fly” yeah

oh they’re doing it rn nvm

how are they doing it….

oh runes magic wowwww

the soldiers slamming their staffs is off-beat

YEAHHHHH HE GOT NEW WINGSSSS

since when is corvus a musician

since forever my dumbass forgot about what i saw in the wiki

oh kazi is enby

cuteeeeeeeee

morning clouds is crazy

this is very discouraging poetry

YIPPEEEEE

oh fuck karim dude it’s her wedding be niceeee

run roh bald guy is infecteddddd

oh janai come on you’re the stupid and foolish one

ezran buddy you’re not gonna help 😭

dayum karim be niceeeee

ren pooks i appreciate the humor but not the time

gren

im stupid

ugh these two are so wholesomely in love it’s so sweeeetttttttttt im screaming

ughhhghghghghfhfhghghghggh

YEAHHHHHHHHHHH

HEALTHY LOVIJG CARING POSITIVE YURIII FOR THE WINNNNNNN

history cannot be forged without fire, without strength

damn

ezran bud honey

are we ignoring the archery girl what fucking help was she

ZYM EATTTTTTT

GO BRIDLELESSSSS

YESSSS GO ARCHER GIRL

who tf is archer girl anyway i forgot everything abt her

DONT SHOOT THE HORSES

thank god

yeah they’re cooked

help did the guy riding sol regem betray him

OHHHH THEY’RE GOING FOR KATOLIS

DAMNNNN THAT’S FUCKING FOULLL

WAIT OMG WAIT WAIT WAIT

SINCE THE REAL PEAEL IS IN KATOLIS

ARE THEY GONNA INADVERTENTLY DESTROY THE PEARL AND RELEASE AARAVOS

for being the crownguard soren is useless

ouch that’s a concussion

just use a fucking cannonball

yeahhhhh the pearl is fucked isn’t it

oh rip soren he’s a dead man

OHHH WAIT YEAH THE PEARL IS BEING DESTROYED

BALDIE IS POSSESSED

help making viren do magic is crazy

DARK MAGIC IS WORSEEEEE

oh yeah no

SOREEN NOOOOO

NAHHHHHHHHHH

he’s so dead

NO IS SOREN DEAD

NOOOOOO CORVUS NEEDS HIS POOKIE BEAR

OH SOREN LIVED????

OH SHIT

VIREN USED HIS OWN HEART

PLOT TWISTTTTTTTT

DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

only show in which i care about all the characters

HELP WHY DID SOREN LOOK LIKE THAT

oh right they became monsters or smth

it’s okay viren you died doing the thing you didn’t want to do

I AM A SERVANT IS CRAZYYYYYHY

imagine viren’s body lands on soren

nvm

WELL THEN WHAT DID THE GUY WANT WITH KATOLIS IF AARAVOS’S PEARL IS FINE??.?

claudia your dad is dead im sorry

OH IT AAS FOR AARAVOS

FINALLY AARAVOS CONTENTTTTTT

he looks so annoyed when soul regem looks away

TELL ME HE RELEASES AARAVOS BY ACCIDENT

what mystery

WAIT LUNA TENRBSI

I ATE HER

I ATE YOUR GRANDMA

DAMNNNNNNN PLOT TWISTTTTT

DAMNNNNN SOL REGEM DAMNNNNNNNNNN

rip baldie

oh rip sol regem too

oh yeah they’re both dead 💀

crazy ass way to go imo

okay bye bye star bitch you still have an episode and a half to prove yourself

terry is right

okay ignore everything terry justbsaid

claudia honey good luck

see now THAT is sobbing

AARAVOS GO AWAY YOU MANWHORE

OHHHHHH THE PEARL

OHHHHHHH CLAUDIA WILL RELEASE HIM OR SMTH

THAT’S FUCKIGN CRAZZYYYDYSHBEVKJSDBIFUGRWLUBRSVIF S

ohhh they’re at the moon nexus

still dk why

ohhhhhhhhhh the coins!!

fake quasar diamonds calling it

anyway i called that the pearl was fake and i called katolis’s destruction leading to aaravos being freed

ARE THEY FREEING HIM RN

CRAZZYYYYYYY

TERRY IS SO REAL

AARAVOS LET HER DEAL W HER DEAD DAD IN PEACE

claudia why do you want to help him

BUT YES IS HE FINALLY GONNA GET RELEASED LET’S GOOOOOOOO

calling it he gets released at the end of the last episode

and then we have to wait for s7 to actually get content

please. all i want. is a scene with him just. being overwhelmed by existence.

which isn’t gonna happen bc he’s the Mysterious Overpowered Villain where any weakness we saw from him was him sobbing over Leola

if that doesn’t happen im writing it i swear to god

NO THEY NEED THE QASAR DIAMOND TOOO

COME ON DUDE

OHHHHHH

THE GEM IN VIREN’S STAFF

IS THE QASAR DIAMOND THAT’S SIPPOSED TO BE IN THE CORONA

CRAZYYYYY

OHHHH THEY’RE RELEASING HIM

PLEASPELEPWSLELWPALSLEOWLALDE

help did they fail

dumbass bitches

LAST EPISODE

IF HE DOESNT GET RELEASED

I AM GOING TO SHOOT MYSELF

help why does intro claudia still have long hair

i was so right about him being released late wasn’t it

I WANT A SCENE WHERE WHEN HE GETS RELEASED HE GETS HIS SHINE BACKKKKK

okay is aaravos gonna traumadump now

claudia doesn’t know how to cast spells with love

that’s pretty sad

OHHHHHH HE’S TRAUMA DUMPING ABOUT LEOLAAAAAA

UEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

UGHHHHH SHE’S SO CUTEEEEEEE

LEOLAA WAS SO CUTEEEEEE

im telling her to save her family fuck runaan (i forgot who he is)

ighhhhh lwk they should have an older version of zym available for pfp usage

“please don’t die” eloquent!!

“what happened to you” honey love pooks those are soul fragments

this isn’t who you are! you’re broken! but i can make you whole again!

rayla, honey… are you gonna sing fight song next

oh now she’s faced with options

go back to save runaan

or go and save her parents

HELP IS THE PEARL A MODEL OF HIS HOUSE??? THAT’S FOUL AS FUCK

yeah leola’s abt to die isn’t she

that cube hole was not big enough for the cube

OH HE’S SO KINDDD

NOOOOO LEOLA

GOLDEN DRAGON

DAMN SOL REGEM DID YOU TAKE HIS KID

AARAVOS ON A FLOATY PLATFORM (IN TRAILER) ISNT HIM BEING RELEASED IT’S HIM W LEOLA

leola is fucked

AWWWWW AARAVOSSS

OHHH MERCIFUL ONE!!

DAMNNN KILLING THEM BOTH IS CRAZY

is she not saving her parents??

OHHHHHH

THEY’RE DYING

YIKES

OHHHHHHHHHHH THAT’S WHAT THAT MEANS

ALLOWING THEIR SOULS TO COMBINE BECAUSE THEY CANT DIE OTHERWISE

OKAYYY MAIN CHARACTER AARAVOS

how did he get his daughter tho

who did he fail

*rail

WHY DID HIS VOICE CHANGE LIKE THAT

bro is sobbing

OHHH LEOLA THAT LOOKS PAINFULLLLLO

LEOLA’S LAST WISHHHHHHH

DAMNNNN

BRO CRIED LONG ENOUGH TO MAKE A SEA

DAMN BRO

yeah he just trauma dumped to claudia and terry

oh she’s bringing back runaan???

oh he’s good now

“i’m a monster” yeah you’re showing that

you’re still trying to kill her buddy

HELP WHAT

HUHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT’S THAT

SHE’S HIS DAUGHTER???

oh i see

so she let her parents pass on and instead went w runaan is crazy

oh no she just got a lotus looking thingy

no parents

oh runaan exists as a pretty flower now 💀

YES TERRY TALK SENSE INTO HER

aaravos watching terry tell claudia that his love is twisted: 🧍

okay so claudia did not have a redemption arc

goddamn

OHHH THEYRE SIMULTANEOUSLY BRINGING BACK AARAVOS AND RUNAAN

CRAZZY SHITTTTT

THAT’SNFUCKING WIDLS,WOD

how did her first attempt look any different than this 💀

i see

terry is regretting his choice of gf

PLEASE LET AARAVOS’S RETURN BE DRAAMTIC PELASEESSA

help why is runaan nearly naked

did he just lose his clothes

poor guy didn’t deserve that

HELP IS AARAVOS GONNA BE NAKED TOO 😭 GIVE THE MEN SOME DIGNITY

YOURE KIDDING KIDDING ME

THEY SHOW RUNAAN GET BRIUGHT BACK

THRY SHOWNCALLUM GASO

AND HE’S FOCUSING ON KATOLIS

AND NO

FUCKING

AARAVOS

I TOLD YOU HE WAS GONNA GET BROUGHT BACK AT THE END OF THE LAAT EPISODE INN THR SHITTIEST CLIFFHANGER KNOWN TO MAN

YOU’RE FUCKING KDDING ME

YOU’RE FUCKIGN HOKIHJ

ohh yippee janai and amaya can have an actual wedding!,

OH FUCK EZRAN DOESNT KNOW ABOUT KATOLIS

SHITTTTTTTTTTT

HE’S ABT TO FIND OUT POOR UGY

YES SHOW AARAVOS

PLEASE

let”smog

YESSSSSS FINALLLLYYYYYYYY

oh he’s not naked

WHY IS HE SO BIG HELP

BRO REALLY DID SWALLOW JANAI’S GRANDMA

EXPLAINS WHY HE MANAGED TO LITERALLY CRY AN OCEAN

every aaravos-comes-back fanfic punching the air rn

make him smaller i don’t like this wtf

WAIT HOLD ON IT DONT MAKE SENSE

IN THE FLASHBACKS

AARAVOD WAS NORMAL SIZED

IS HE JUST HYPER MAGIC

AND THAT

WAS THE SHITTIEST WAY

TO END

THE

SEASON

IM GOJ; TO SHOOTVMYSELF

OHHHHH THE LAST LITTLE CREEITS DRAWING IS AARAVOS WITH LEOLA MY HEARTTTTTTTTT

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post reaction:

okay wow now wasn't that a season!!!

salty about the fact that they released aaravos at the very end, but i lapped up aaravos's story and his angst like a kitten to milk

loved it, wish s7 was out, and wish his release was a tad more dramatic because! he has been imprisoned for centuries! let him have a breakdown, he deserves one!

also not me managing to predict plot twists 💀💀

anyway if you made it this far, have some sunfire cake 🍰🍰

#mercy rambles #tdp #the dragon prince #tdp season 6 #spoilers #tdp spoilers #tdp s6 spoilers #tdp s6 #mercy yaps

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lathalea · 1 year ago

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The White Raven 6/9

Yes, it's happening, I'm back with a fresh new chapter of this fic, and I'm so nervous! It took me a while to get here but I hope you'll like the next part of Thorin and Carra's story.

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield x OC Carra Rating: G Warnings: mentions of injuries/death Author's notes: This is the story of Thorin Oakenshield's quest to find the White Raven, a mysterious creature of legends only few were fortunate enough to see. This is the story of love stronger than time, destiny, and laws of gods and mortals alike. You can find this fic on AO3.

Special thanks to @legolasbadass for being an amazing and insightful beta reader and helping me out with Very Important Things Like Commas and Temporal Issues In Middle Earth😍🤣 Extra special thanks to @legolasbadass (yes, again, OMG, you're so popular! 🤣) and @i-did-not-mean-to for our Silm evenings and very deep discussons that helped me write this chapter 💚 Thank you everyone who showed their support for this story, you motivated me to continue writing 💙 You are the best readers in the world 🤩🤩🤩

Khuzdul: Lulkh - fool Yasthûnê - my wife ’ugbalul ’uhaskhajam - [the] greatest sacrifice Adad - father Tharkûn - Gandalf

Thorin did not know how much time had passed. A few heartbeats? An hour? An eternity? Vaguely familiar shapes circled the darkening sky above him. Ravens? Eagles? He did not know that either. Thinking did not come easily any longer. His thoughts were muddled. His wound pulsed in pain with the rapidity of trickling blood. And he could not move. His foe’s blade had pierced his body. Some unknown solid weight pressed him to the cold, unforgiving surface. It was difficult to breathe. His nostrils filled with the stench of Orc blood. The icy chill spread through his limbs.

He opened his mouth, but only a whisper came out before Thorin lost the internal battle with his own body.

“Carra…”

Silence. Bird-shaped clouds in the sky. Snowflakes on his cheeks. Or perhaps tears. He could not keep his eyes open any longer. His mind slowly drifted off into the darkness.

***

“Uncle! Uncle Thorin!” A faraway voice invaded Thorin’s mind, stirring it awake. This voice sounded familiar. But he was tired. Too tired. The darkness beckoned, offering the comfort of oblivion. He needed to rest. Sleep.

“Look! Kili! He is here!” another voice replied, slightly deeper than the previous one. “Under that Orc carcass?” the first voice asked.

“There is so much blood… Isn’t that Azog?”

“Aye! Or what’s left of ‘im,” a third voice joined in. Older. Raspier.

“Look at his back!”

“Either that’s Orcrist’s tip or I’m the Goblin Queen! That son of a goat did it! Quickly now, lads, help me take that beast off Thorin. Fili, on my mark, pull!”

There was movement. More voices. Piercing pain. A dull grunt filled Thorin’s ears. Was it his own voice?

“He’s alive!”

“Thank Mahal! Uncle Thorin, can you hear me?”

“He’s unconscious, you lulkh!” “We need to get rid of that filthy Orc blade first. It’s stuck in ice.”

“Slowly now!” A sea of pain washed over Thorin, his whole body stiffening with each wave. But the darkness patiently waited for him and took him in its merciful arms once more.

***

“He’s still breathing!”

“Thorin, wake up! Wake up, ye lazy bastard!” someone growled straight into his ear. “Damn it!”

“Dwalin, look, we stopped the bleeding.”

Those voices again. Pulling Thorin back into consciousness. Into the pain and emptiness.

“Let’s finish dressing his wound and then we’ll take ‘im to Oín,” the growling one said.

“What’s that, Fili?” the young, familiar voice said. “Where?” “Over there, by that pointy rock on the other side of the river.”

“Looks like a dead Warg to me,” the one very close to him rasped out. A pair of hands kept on doing something to his chest. It hurt. He wanted it to stop.

“Too small for a Warg, Dwalin. It’s… by Mahal’s beard!”

“Where are you going, Fili? Wait for me!” The first voice sounded irritated.

A sound of hurried footsteps. Iron-heeled boots against ice.

“Those two can’t sit in one place in peace if their life depended on…” the raspily-sounding one grunted. “I tell ya, Thorin, when ye’re better, we’ll send them on guard duty. First morning shift for a month. That’ll teach ‘em!”

Somehow, it made Thorin want to smile. But now, even smiling hurt.

“It’s a raven! So big! Look at its wings! Why are you staring, Fili?” the youthful voice reached his ears again.

“I think it’s… the White Raven.”

“What?! It’s just a fairy tale!” “I’ve seen this raven before, Kili,” confidence rang in the second voice. “I think it followed us on the way to Erebor. It helped me fight off a Warg-rider in the Misties just before the eagles came.”

Thorin took a reluctant breath. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears.

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good. There is so much blood… Is it dead, Fili?” “Let me see… That’s a nasty wound.”

Thorin’s muscles tensed. He wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to speak. But his body didn't want to obey.

And then he heard two gasps at the same time.

“What’s happening?”

“Do you see it too, Fili?”

“It’s… it’s magic!”

“No, it’s a shapeshifter!”

“Look! Look!”

“A woman?!”

Both voices intermingled in Thorin’s exhausted mind, making less and less sense. He needed to act. He needed to… He breathed in. The air smelled like snowdrops.

“Thorin! Ye’re back! And here I was thinkin’…” A tattooed forehead and a bushy moustache appeared before his eyes. “Stop squeezing my hand so hard!”

“Carra…” Thorin managed to rasp out. He could barely keep his eyes open.

“What are ye sayin’?” Dwalin demanded.

“Help…. her…” He tried again. “She is…” “What? I can barely hear ye.”

The last wisps of strength were leaving him. He could feel the darkness beckoning to him once again. “Yasthûnê…” Thorin articulated slowly. “My… wife.”

***

Warm rays of sun gently caress Carra’s cheek, and she enjoys the sensation for a short while before opening her eyes. It takes her a moment to adjust to the bright light. She lays on soft ground, the strands of her silver-white hair interlacing with the lush green blades of grass. A multitude of colourful flowers adorns the meadow around her, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air, intertwining with the lazy buzz of bees. She rolls onto her back and stares at the perfectly clear blue sky above. Then she takes a deep breath. A distant echo of pain rings out in her mind, but there are no bruises or wounds on her body.

When a puffy white cloud drifts into her blurred field of vision, Carra wipes off the wetness from her cheeks, stands up, and looks around. The endless meadow seems to stretch for miles in every direction. A soft breeze kisses her face, bringing the faint sound of water lapping against a distant shore. She follows it, and soon, a sparse grove of trees appears in front of her. Beyond it, she sees a stream, its silvery current sparkling in the sun. For a brief moment, an orange butterfly dances just above her nose and then flies off towards the meadow behind her. Carra’s eyes follow its flight when a curious harmony of sounds draws her attention back to the stream.

Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.

It seems to be coming from across the stream, and Carra decides to find its source.

Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.

As she walks through the grove, she encounters a young doe nibbling on a nearby shrub. It glances at her curiously and then trots away, as if deciding that Carra’s presence is disturbing its meal.

Tap-tap. Swoosh. Tap-tap. Swoosh.

Carra walks on, her bare feet sinking into the silky soft moss, step after step, until she finds herself at the edge of the grove. The stream is only several steps ahead. Its murmuring waters bring a hum of voices.

Tap-tap. Swoosh. Ta-tap. Ta-tap. Tap.

An irritated sigh.

“Another broken thread?” A warm, feminine voice asks. It makes Carra think of spring in full bloom.

“Too many of them. It seems like another busy day for my husband.” Another woman speaks, her voice as melodious as the nearby stream.

“And you? You have been weaving since dawn,” the first one says.

“This pattern grows ever more complicated. It changes much too often for my taste these days.” The other woman sighs again. “Tell me that at least your work bears fruit.” “Some of these seeds refuse to sprout. The taint is spreading. I feel it in the earth.”

“The Fallen One is regaining his strength,” a third voice joins in. Deep and resonant. “I see his traces beyond the veil.”

Carra takes a careful step forward and focuses all of her attention at the opposite side of the stream. There, a garden of breathtaking beauty blooms before her eyes. Within it, she notices three silhouettes, the owners of the voices she hears. At first, their appearance seems similar to Elves, but soon after, Carra quickly understands her error. They are taller, their posture and movements are even more graceful, and there seems to be an otherworldly glow about them. Whenever she tries to look up into their faces, Carra has to squint—not only because of their radiance but also because their features seem to be ever-changing, fluid, like water in a mountain stream. Each of these noble figures is clad in finely ornamented robes that sway slightly when the same gentle breeze that brought her here plays with their hems.

One of the ladies kneels on the ground, ignoring the dirt stains on her garments. Their fabric is as green as her eyes. Her right hand rests over the brown, freshly turned soil and wisps of chestnut hair fall over her eyes. The other lady, her hair wavy and black as night, sits by a strangely-looking wooden frame with numerous threads attached to this elaborate contraption. Their colours form an intricate, multi-level pattern that seems to grow—bloom—in all directions in Carra’s eyes. She immediately feels dizzy and has to look away. Then her attention focuses on the third figure that joined the others a mere moment ago. A strapping man, his aspect equally stunning as those of his two companions, strolls towards them, his movements measured and dignified. As far as she can discern, he is clean-shaven, unlike Dwarves, and his long, white hair flows freely down his shoulders. In his hands, there is a silver jug, its surface glistening in the sun.

“Even though you bring morbid news, you are a welcome sight, brother-in-law!” the black-haired lady says, clasping her hands and moving away from her loom. “May I offer you some refreshment?” He bows reverently to his companions, and before they respond, he fills three silver cups with the contents of the jug.

Carra licks her parched lips.

“The sweet water from your fount!” The Green Lady stands up graciously and takes one of the cups.

“I know how fond you are of its taste.” The man’s hair dances in the wind as he speaks. An orange butterfly flutters among his flowing strands. “You come bearing gifts but it is not why you are here.” The Weaver looks into his eyes.

“I have simply come to admire your weaving skills,” he offers.

“Dear Dreamer, you are curious about my winged children, are you not?” The Green Lady gives him a nod.

“It is only natural,” he refills her cup. “Some of them bear our blessing, do they not?” “Indeed they do.” The Weaver approaches him with her cup and states, “How interesting that you chose today of all days.”

“My visions are blurred. Inconclusive.” He stills, gazing up into the sky, and then turning his attention back to the two women. “Tell me, have our gifts to them remained a blessing or have they rather turned into a curse?”

The Weaver sits back at her loom and looks closely at the glistening fabric; her fingers run along some part of the pattern hidden from Carra’s sight. “Your children have been fulfilling their duties well. Although the youngest one tends to make my work a tad more challenging.”

“The youngest one?” the man frowns.

“The one with wings dusted with silver.” The Green Lady takes a sip from her cup, her features schooled in a neutral expression.

“Silver? That certainly explains quite a bit. Your husband and his experiments…” The Weaver shakes her head. “Why now? Why this one?”

“I truly cannot say.”The Green Lady gives her an enigmatic smile and takes another sip. “But perhaps you would rather see her for yourselves.”

“Perhaps we would.” The Weaver’s fingers hover above the countless threads of her loom while the man nods. The butterfly lands on his shoulder, folding its orange wings.

“Very well. She has been listening to us long enough,” the Green Lady says, taking a look at the dark patch of planting ground under her feet. “Come, child.”

It takes Carra a blink of an eye to realise that she is not standing in the grove any longer. She gasps and blinks twice, but her eyes do not deceive her. Now she faces three luminous beings—in their garden across the stream.

“Great Mother!” she whispers and falls on her knees in front of the lady clad in green, bowing her head. In the presence of these great figures, blinded by their magnificent splendour, she feels like a feeble, featherless fledgling that fell out from its nest.

“Rise, Carra,” the Green Lady addresses her softly, and Cara does what she is told. “Do you know why you are here, my child?”

“I…” she croaks faintly, unable to stop staring into Great Mother’s incandescent face. A kaleidoscope of images fills her mind. The freezing ice. Thorin’s face when he notices her and his widened blue eyes. The Pale Orc, his teeth bare, with his blade pointed at her mate. Her bloodied talons clawing at Azog’s face. And then—darkness.

“I have died.” She hears her own voice.

In a blink of an eye, the images are gone, dispelled like a wisp of smoke on the wind. Only the orange butterfly swirls around her head.

“Do you know, child,” there is a frown on the Weaver's face when she turns to Carra from above her loom, “how thin these threads are? How delicate? Even the slightest whiff of wind can change the pattern—or destroy it as if it was a spider’s net.”

“I have only tried to protect the pattern,” Carra swallows, feeling three pairs of eyes on her.

“You have saved some vital parts of it, that is true, but I hear that you also left us with tangles in the weave,” now her life-giver speaks, her eyes glistening like emerald waters of a fathomless lake.

“Forgive me, Great Mother. The line of Durin had to stay unbroken. I did my best. But I have failed,” Carra hears her own trembling voice. “Darkness clouded my dreams…”

“And so you staked out your own path, Silver One,” the Weaver speaks as if to herself, patting her index finger against her lips in reverie. “Which left us with all those new thread combinations.”

Then she exchanges a glance with her companions, and the man called Dreamer speaks.

“See for yourself,” his eyes, grey like a wolf’s fur, rest on Carra. First, he raises his eyebrow but then motions her towards a small rock basin. She can swear that this object has not been there a moment ago. He takes the silver jug and fills the basin with a narrow, glistening stream of water. The orange butterfly dances above it and then rises above their heads. The water’s surface resembles a mirror, and Carra’s eyes are drawn to the movement she seems to see in its depths.

Countless veins of silver run through coarse stone walls of a cave, glittering like gossamer strands that cover foliage at dawn, but instead of dewdrops, tears flow down from a Dwarf-woman’s cheeks, following the crevices of her wrinkled face. She wears a crown of snow-white braided hair and a dark blue robe with golden ornaments. In her weatherworn hand, she holds a piece of parchment with a green, rectangular seal at the bottom. Beside her sits a slightly hunched elderly Dwarf with bushy, grey whiskers and rows of faded tattoos on his bald head.

“Now we are the last ones, Dwalin,” the Dwarf lady sobs. “My boys… My brothers… And then Balin… Dain and his son… Gone.”

“Aye,” the old warrior gently closes his hand over hers. “But they will not be forgotten.”

“Gone…” Carra’s lips tremble as she stops herself at the last moment from touching the water. As she moves her hand back, a curtain of ripples falls over the image, changing the scenery.

The image of the familiar green and black shape of the Great Gate of Erebor fills the rock basin. An army of Dwarves rides to battle on their war rams, led by the King Under the Mountain. Carra recognizes his blade at once. Orcrist. It is Thorin! She gasps. The Raven Crown graces his temples frosted with grey. And his beard has the same colouring as her feathers. Silver-white. As the events unfold, she recognizes them from her past dreams. The Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain and the Iron Hills join forces with the Men of Dale. The battle is long and bloody, but the allied forces ultimately crush their enemies. At that moment, the vision changes. She does not recognize this new detail. An armour-clad warrior rides from Dale on a white war ram. As soon as Thorin sees him, he dismounts, and soon both men greet each other with a strong embrace.

“The city is safe, adad!” The young warrior grins, taking off his helmet. The wind plays with his entangled hair, which seems to glow in the setting sun.

“You did well, Thráin,” Thorin replies, his gaze softening. He presses his forehead against Thráin’s and whispers, “You made me proud, son.”

A faint whiff of wind kisses the water’s surface, transforming it into a flurry of silvery ripples.

By a gilded cradle sits a young Dwarf-woman. Her chestnut hair glints as if enchanted with fire, contrasting with the snow-white laces of her sleeping gown. The mithril beads in her braids clink when she takes her babe into her arms, and a smile brightens her heart-shaped face.

“You will be a king one day,” she whispers lovingly, kissing her little one on his forehead. Quietly humming a sweet lullaby, she adjusts the blanket her son is wrapped in. Carra notices that its hem is embroidered with little black and golden ravens.

A sudden wrinkle on the water disturbs its surface, making the water glitter like diamonds.

A cold, pale sheen illuminates the green marble walls when the King Under the Mountain ensconces on his throne. The source of this light comes from a jewel of unmatched beauty set over the king's head. The golden and obsidian crown rests on his raven-black hair. But the ruler of Erebor, Thorin II Oakenshield, is not smiling. A deep, menacing frown darkens his face. In his hand, he holds a wide dwarvish sword. Blood drips from its tip onto the cracked marble floor. There is no red-haired Dwarf queen beside him. There are no children playing at his feet. There is only deathly silence. And the shadow he casts is that of a dragon.

When the visions finally fade, Carra finds herself staring into the bottomless depths of a pair of grey eyes. She does not notice when the orange butterfly lands on the edge of the empty jug.

***

“Carra…” her name sounded like a helpless croak. Thorin’s throat was parched.

It took him a while to regain all of his senses and open his eyes. He lay on a large cot in a spacious tent that looked suspiciously like a work of Elvish hands. He grunted. Every single part of his body seemed to hurt. Bandages covered most of his torso, and he could not move his arm without inducing even more pain.

A louder groan left his lips when he tried to sit up and failed. Something in the nearest corner of the tent moved.

“Your Majesty…” A young Dwarf in a healer’s tunic appeared seemingly out of nowhere. “You are awake!”

“Where…” Thorin coughed. Even breathing drained his strength.

“All is well, my lord. Try not to speak, please. The enemy is defeated. Erebor is once again ours.”

“Is… my…” His attempt at speaking failed once more.

“Your kin and companions are alive and well, Your Majesty.” A mug was pressed against his lips, and Thorin greedily drank its contents. He welcomed the sweet taste of water on his tongue. It probably came from the spring at Ravenhill.

Ravenhill.

His heart sank.

“Carra…? Where…?” he whispered. Every word felt like a struggle.

“Forgive me, my lord, who?” the healer frowned.

Thorin did not respond. He was already asleep.

***

“The White Raven?” Dain Ironfoot’s brow furrowed as he clutched a tankard in his hand. “Here, in Erebor? Are ye drunk, Fili?”

“It’d take more than a mug of ale to make me drunk, Uncle!” the young dwarf protested. “I swear on Mahal’s beard. She fought the Pale Orc together with Uncle Thorin and…”

“She?” said Agnarr, one of Dain’s captains who sat on his left, raising his eyebrows, which resembled a thick, black caterpillar.

“Aye! I found her myself! And then Tharkûn said… well, he didn’t want to say anything about her at first, but I convinced him to tell me…” Kili started with a mischievous smirk, only to be interrupted by his brother.

“He followed the wizard day and night and bombarded him with questions, until Tharkûn had enough,” Fili whispered conspiratorially, leaning towards Dain.

“Well, I convinced him, didn’t I?” Kili huffed. “The wizard said that if not for her, Thorin’s fate would have been very different! You saw that wound of his.” “Aye, if that orc blade went in a bit lower, he’d be resting in the catacombs together with the kings of old,” Ironfoot muttered under his breath.

“Exactly. Besides, before he left, Tharkûn mentioned something about treasure, too!”

“A treasure?” Dain Ironfoot asked.

Kili shrugged in response, “I don’t think he meant the gold in our mountain…”

“Wizards and their riddles…” Dori sighed, pouring himself another mug of ale.

“So ye’re telling me,” Dain demanded, “that a creature straight from our legends appeared out of thin air and fought the Pale Orc with Thorin? And that the White Raven is a woman?”

“And a pretty one, too!” Bofur winked. “That hair of hers…! White as snow!”

“More like silver-white to me,” Fili puffed out a cloud of pipeweed smoke.

“Was she not supposed to be a great bird? Like the legends say?” Dain grunted.

“She is!” Kili nodded eagerly. “I mean, she was a bird, but then she turned into a woman, I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Now she looks more like a Dwarf,” Fili added.

“A raven looking like a Dwarf?” Vari, son of Nari, another of Dain’s soldiers, scratched his bald head.

“And a bit like an Elf, too,” Kili grinned and waved his hand in the air. “She has pointy ears, you know. Ouch, Fili, why did you kick me?”

Dain groaned, “Pointy ears…? By Mahal’s beard, I think I need another mug of ale.”

“Are ye drinkin’ without us, ye sewer rats?” Dwalin appeared by the table, followed by his brother.

“We’re all celebratin’ our victory over the orcs and wargs!” Captain Agnarr pointed at the multiple groups of Dwarves gathered around them in one of the least ruined halls of the Lonely Mountain.

“There’s nothing better for a soldier’s morale than a few casks of the Iron Hills ale,” Balin sat beside him and poured two mugs—for himself and Dwalin. “What would you say about a toast?”

“To victory?” Ori proposed.

“We drank for that last time,” Vari shook his head.

“If all you said is true, lads,” Drengi, a large dwarf, said, two golden teeth glinting in his mouth, “we should be toasting the White Raven.”

“To the White Raven!” strong voices echoed against the ceiling of the cavern as more dwarves joined the toast with their mugs raised into the air.

“To Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain!”

“To King Thorin!”

“To the Lonely Mountain!”

“To the Longbeards!”

In the growing racket, Balin turned to Fili and Kili.

“What did you tell them, lads?”

“Nothing much besides what we saw when we found Uncle Thorin after the battle,” Fili said.

“And that the White Raven helped us during the Quest,” added Kili. “Fili, I completely forgot! Remember what Uncle Thorin called her when we were taking him back to the Lonely Mountain?”

Fili nodded, but before he answered, Balin put his hand on Kili’s shoulder.

“That, my boy, is better left unsaid.”

“But Uncle Dain said that the King Under the Mountain will need a queen now and that he has a perfect candidate for Uncle Thorin. How can Uncle Thorin marry her if he…” Kili continued.

“This is the conversation that Thorin—and Thorin only—needs to have with Dain. Do you understand?” the elderly dwarf searched their faces solemnly.

“Aye, Uncle Balin, we do,” Fili reassured him.

***

“...since we moved his majesty into the Mountain. His fever has dropped and the wounds are healing well but he keeps on asking about someone named Carra.”

“Thank you, Nari, you were most helpful. Try to catch some sleep. I will stay with him now.” Words spoken in a soothing timbre of voice reached Thorin through the haze of dreams.

“Balin?” he blinked a few times, trying to chase the drowsiness away.

“I’m here, laddie,” a familiar silhouette in a burgundy robe stood before him. “You gave us a scare for a wee moment there.”

Thorin could not stop himself from smiling at the sight of the familiar face of his old mentor. As he attempted to sit up, an intense spike of pain ran through the left side of his body. The only thing he managed to do was lift his head slightly. At that moment, an additional pillow was placed beneath it. He grunted. At least the Dwarvish beds were much more comfortable than the Elvish ones.

“Carefully now, laddie. No sudden movements. Your foot needs time to heal properly. Your left shoulder and arm were badly injured too. The healers had to use a splint…”

It was a challenge to focus on Balin’s words, but as the dizziness subsided, Thorin’s thoughts became more coherent. Various parts of his body ached, his left leg felt heavy, and he could not move his left arm—it was indeed encased in a splint, exactly like Balin said—but he was able to take a look around the room. Even if he did not recognize this particular place, he recognized its walls hewn from the same greenish rock as the walls of the old chambers he used to live in as a young prince. A lifetime ago. And now, he was home again. Home.

“Tell me everything. Is Erebor safe?” With a pained grunt, he turned towards Balin.

“Aye. Worry not, the Mountain is well-protected. Dain is here with his warriors. We are working on making our home liveable again,” Balin replied, patting Thorin’s right hand, which lay on the bed. “You did well, laddie. The corridors and caverns are echoing with stories about the return of the King Under the Mountain who killed the Pale Orc and avenged his esteemed grandsire.”

Killed. He swallowed, attempting to ignore the memories of that fight that came back to him like an unstoppable flood—and of the price he paid to survive. Or rather, the price someone else paid for him. He lost her.

“King? Me? A Dwarf who succumbed to the curse that plagues his house? Who valued hoarded gold over…” With a sneer, Thorin looked away, his voice hollow. “I am not worthy of that title, Balin. Not any longer.”

“Do you remember that audience in the throne room when King Thrór met with the refugees from the White Mountains? You were still a prince at that time.”

“How could I forget? Not only did I break protocol, but also I interrupted Grandfather. I declared that if he would not send his troops, I would fight the Orcs who invaded their homes—on my own. Mother was truly ashamed of me on that day. And Father would not speak to me for a month.” “Ah, the impulsiveness of youth,” Balin nodded. “But you have always had your heart in the right place. Do you remember what I told you on that very day?”

“Life is like a battle. When you fall, you have to rise again and fight. Otherwise you lose,” Thorin said under his breath. He recalled the countless nights when he whispered those words to himself, lying on the hard ground, far from home, when the thought of retribution was the only thing that drove him forward.

“We reclaimed our homeland thanks to you. You overcame the curse and led us to victory. You have fought and won this great battle, Thorin,” the elderly Dwarf spoke softly.

“I did not. Not alone,” Thorin admitted, unable to look Balin in the eye, his throat constricted. Something ached in his chest, and it was not his wound. “I had help.”

“Indeed. I saw the Pale Orc’s corpse. It bore marks of dwarven weapons… and others that bore resemblance to talons and a beak,” the older Dwarf said.

Thorin did not reply. Not because he chose not to speak but because the right words would not come to him.

After a pause, his mentor added, “Fili claims that he heard a deafening sound, like a large bird’s screech, only moments before they caught sight of you on the frozen river.”

“A screech…” Thorin repeated to himself. Something stirred in his mind; Azog’s hideous grimace, the ice beneath him reverberating with a strange sound that filled the air, and the moment when the tip of Orcrist’s blade plunged into the Orc’s chest. He blinked several times. His own words rang in his ears.

“Carra, no!”

He remembered the darkness that came afterwards. And pain.

A life for a life.

It should have been him.

Balin’s voice seemed to come from far away.

“... I heard the guards retelling the old legends of the White Raven. And a new tale is spreading through Erebor: a story about a large, white-feathered raven that bravely fought by the King Under the Mountain’s side at Ravenhill,” he said.

Thorin remained silent, staring at the white sheets that covered him. White as ice on that day. White as the feathers in her wings. He felt cold.

Silence seemed to stretch between them like the bottomless chasm beneath the Mountain until Balin spoke again.

“Help me understand this, laddie.”

Reluctantly, Thorin’s fingers found the leather band strung around his neck and pulled it from under the blankets that covered him. His old friend’s eyes widened at the sight of a silver-white feather.

“The White Raven…” The words in Thorin’s mouth tasted like ash. “Carra. I have known her for most of my life. After Smaug's attack, she left her nest behind and followed me to the Blue Mountains.” Thorin met his mentor’s eyes.

“The White Raven... The stuff of legend, eh?” Balin hummed, examining the feather with reverence.

“I am aware of what it must sound like. Legend or not, she is real. She was,” he corrected himself, swallowing hard. “At Ravenhill… Had she not intervened, Azog would have taken my life. She chose ’ugbalul ’uhaskhajam and gave her life for me instead.”

“Thorin… By Mahal’s hammer, laddie, what are you saying?” The feather fell from his mentor’s hand onto the bed. “’Ugbalul ’uhaskhajam, the act of sacrificing one’s life in battle to protect another, is only performed by one’s kin!”

“Or a spouse,” explained Thorin flatly.

Balin looked down at the silver-white feather and then glanced towards the door before speaking again.

“Dwalin told me that you spoke of a wife,” the elderly Dwarf said. “We thought it might have been your feverish mind speaking, nothing more.”

“It was not. She is… Carra was my wife, Balin.” His own whisper sounded hollow.

Balin stayed silent for a few heartbeats and then cleared his throat, as if deciding on something.

“That certainly explains quite a bit—including a very curious occurrence. You see, Thorin, after the battle, we did not find any signs of this revered bird at Ravenhill. Instead, there is a strange woman of mysterious provenance in our infirmary, and the healers…”

“Here, in Erebor?! Alive?” Thorin grabbed Balin’s sleeve, seeing him nod. “Tell me, what colour is this woman’s hair?!”

“Her hair is like this feather: white, dusted with silver,” his mentor replied. “She lives and is under good care. We brought her into the Mountain together with you, but...”

“Thank Mahal!” Thorin rested on his right arm, lifting his upper body as much as he could. “Balin, take me to her at once!”

Swiftly, he moved to the side in an attempt to rise from the bed while a pang of pain shot through his body, sudden like lightning. He fell onto his pillows, taking deep breaths and fighting a wave of dizziness.

“I am afraid you are in no shape to walk, laddie,” Balin rested his hand on his uninjured shoulder. “You are on the mend, but the healers say that you will need time to…”

“Balin! By Mahal’s beard!” Thorin fisted his hand, trying to curb his temper and ignore the pain. “Do you not understand? I need to see her!”

“You are as stubborn as your grandfather,” the elderly Dwarf shook his head in defeat. “Let me talk with Nari and see what can be done. I will be back in a jiffy.”

Balin’s jiffy felt like an eternity to Thorin, but he waited, albeit impatiently.

Carra was alive.

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noobsomeexagerjunk · 2 months ago

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pentiment review & thoughts

so. i played pentiment. writing this while at my 4th play (with my first and third as same stats, different accusations). bookworm, hedonist, bookworm again, and now businessman. having a lot of fun so far.

was prompted bc 1) this game is a common rec for disco elysium players, 2) i got andreas maler in a blorbo uquiz, so of course i had to see what the fuss was about

spoilers, obviously:

prefacing first that. uh, i got into this game with relatively surface-level understanding of the late middle ages/early renaissance, and like very little of how this impacted germany. god bless the glossary. the only thing really guiding me was being catholic + my familiarity with benedictines (the people who ran the all-girls catholic school i studied in) so uh

given that, my 1st andreas had his wanderjahre in Italy, is a bookworm with skills towards Oratory and Logic, possessing a Master's in Theology. this will be about the first play

act i

what an introduction. i played off my andreas as an intellectual with a love for God but also a concern for people regardless of class, and i just went around being as respectful as possible. emphasis on "as possible," bc i can refuse to be a Lutheran and still criticize the abbey actually <- pissed off both gernot and rothvogel

the DRUCKERS! my best friends :)

spent much of my dinners with the farmer-peasants. had a meal with sebhat as well. tassing is so alive!!!

the implication that andreas fell asleep if you choose to watch matthieu and rüdeger go at it is very funny to me. monk sex is boring ig. also sorry zdena, im too worried about piero to fuck you right now

why did i think the baron was just an intellectual outcast. of course he's an asshole who abuses his power

THE KIDS! THEY ARE SO LOVELY!

none of these suspects feel like the murderers. tbh i probably should've settled on lucky bc he had the most damning evidence in retrospect. but ferenc just had more, and i was able to push him to the archdeacon

i am a coward and did not look at the execution

act ii

this Andreas just came from France!

"you are banned from the abbey, but i need you to come join me for dinner" okay father gernot???

the golden hand inn looks sooo pretty. surprised i could only make conversation with samuel until the troops were like, really close/the drinking quest

things got worse, a revolt is in formation. this was apparently a trend all over germany at the time, and not limited to tassing. weirdly familiar huh

when you want to escape from your problems via involving yourself from the problems others instead

caspar my boy! im glad to have known you

the Sommerfelds are so lovely

these aqueducts are so cool

it was so much easier to pick Guy, as far as the evidence i got on him is concerned. your embezzlement had an effect on the abbey's management of tassing, which is now biting all of you in the ass

i knew Lenhardt was an ass but i didnt think he'd go as far as to protect the accused

that ending holy shit

act iii

haha i opened tumblr before getting here and got spoiled about the mysterious guy following magdalene

my magdalene bg is Vitae Sanctorum, Bookkeeping, Haggle, & Volksbücher

Ötz you are adorable but you do not suit Magda at all

it does not help that the town ships the two

every single theme is coming together. the question... of history!

the letter writing being so prominent here is very felt

the familiar and unfamiliar are so clouded as time progresses, its insane

apparently ill peter can live *that* long

i learned the hard way after my first run that werner will be an outright asshole in act iii if andreas doesnt speak with him well via my second run; see, my major and only interaction with the guy in run 1 is during the drinks quest in act ii. the difference is stark

martha pfieffer i wish i got more time with you <- got her contemplating the monastic life in the 1st run only? i wonder what triggers this

fucked up that i couldnt send sister susanne out. i think i played my magda too nice with the nuns

snitched on the twins immediately whoops. this is fine, i can go down the mines myself

haha i thought baltas was an act iii-only character, i straight up didnt interact with him during act ii and probably forgot he spoke during the discovery of otto's body

the readying for christmas was sooo brain-sctatchy. seeing the direct effects of our choices in the previous acts, it's so!!!

gotta be real, i thought the discussions on historiography and historical revisionism were like, just there? i didn't think it would be the core of the problem but. of course it is. it makes me feel very stupid for not pointing at father thomas sooner

like, if you spend significant amounts of time with the guy enough, his distrust of collective lay men and assertion towards the authority of the church is like, very very obvious. you see it during the dinner with the baron. when he says the words that triggers peter into burning the abbey. when you talk about claus publishing the 12 articles and agreeing upon the suggestion of banning book reading. the story of how he and sister amalie escaped the fire from their old abbey. in my 3rd run, i got strong hints when i (andreas) decided to eat with the albans (fr. thomas is present in the meal), particularly when discussing the strictness of the abbot

also, notably, in my 3rd run, during the conversation with father thomas for the christian tassing quest, a Vitae Sanctorum Magdalene can ask about the veracity of the story regarding the marian apparition, our lady of the labyrinth. when father thomas asks why she's pondering on it, if Magda is also of Volksbücher bg, she can bring up comparisons to a story she read about a man who tricked a town into believing a head he possessed was a relic from a saint. Father Thomas will then outright ask whether Magdalene thinks that it is valid of the guy to lie about that. Whatever you make Magda respond, he clearly values it. that fucked me up upon discovery, especially since i chose not to question the story of the church in my first run. that's outright foreshadowing, especially since that conversation literally takes place inside said church

anyways, i considered for a moment as to how conscious Sister Amalie was about the notes she wrote. to my fury (against thomas) and relief (for her), she was very unaware. fucking hell, i love christian mystics, and i outright ignored the implications of father thomas as her interpreter

like, i knew such interpreters would twist the testimonies of mystics to assert the church's authority, but. i assumed that this, like the obvious real-time historical revisionism in-game, was just shit that happens. not the core. another blow to my observation skills, but what matters to me is that i figured it out eventually

i had an inkling claus would die but not like that D":

like. magda on christmas eve. dad's friend is back from the dead. the town priest has been responsible for the deaths of people who risked the secrets of the town. dad is dead. idk if the devs over there are interested in spin-offs, but the time between christmas 1543 and when magda leaves for prague should be known

the müller kids really take after their parents, and seeing them interact with old man maler really warmed my heart

ugh, what a lovely game. it deserves its praises

#pentiment #pentiment spoilers

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oddluver · 6 months ago

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RVB: Restoration Spoilers! It's a long one.

Dr. Leonard Church still finding ways to fuck everyone over.

Classic Grif having an existential crisis.

Classic Simmons being a kiss ass.

Caboose knows Spanish? Also Lopez speaking in English. The language swap is funny.

THE PHOTO FRAME OF THE CAT FOR WASHY 🥺

MY BABY THETA AI.

Caboose is the biggest threat, Grif. SOUND THE ALARM!

Hi, Sheila.

8. Caboose is the answer to life's greatest mystery.

9. Oh wow.

10.I honestly forgot about Gamma and how much of a lil bitch Sigma is. LEAVE MY TUCKER ALONE.

11. Why is Dr. Grey acting stranger than Wash? They made my boi sound crazy 😰

12. HOW THE FUCK IS 479ER STILL ALIVE?!

13. I FORGOT ABOUT THE CONFETTI THAT COMES OUTTA CABOOSE'S GUN. MR. FRECKLES!

14. OOH SOMEONE IS WFH ON A BEACH. DAMN TECH DIFFICULTIES.

15. WTF SAVE CABOOSE ALREADY

16. "DON'T FEEL BAD AFTERWARDS. I FORGIVE YOU."

17. WDYM SARGE WENT OUT LIKE THE BASTARD HE IS?! WHAT WAS THE REASON?!

18. "COME WITH ME." ALRIGHT LISTEN HERE YOU SON OFA-

19. WASH THREW HIMSELF OFF A CLIFF?!

20. CABOOSE TELLING THE STORY OF CHURCH, ALLISON, AND CAROLINA 😭

21. GRIMMONS CASUALLY DYING IN BATTLE WITH THE META. HOW ROMANTIC.

22. SIMMONS LIKES BEING CALLED SIR.

23. WHO YEETED THE WARTHOG?! THAT'S SO FUCKING FUNNY.

24. TEXAS! YEE MOTHERFUCKING HAW! 🤠

25. CAROLINA! WHAT A MOTHER & DAUGHTER REUNION!

26. TEXAS' FUCKING THEME! OH SHIT.

27. "PROTECT ME CONE!"

28. TEX KICKING THE META'S NUTS!

29. CAN THEY HAVE THEIR HAPPY ENDING? I'M GONNA FUCKING BAWL MY EYES OUT.

30. OOH IM UGLY CRYING YOU BITCH

#roosterteeth #rt #red vs blue #rvb #rvb restoration spoilers

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kirosnleo · 2 months ago

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Pulled through time Leo and Oc fic part 1

Leo gets a letter about a mysterious half sibling that he's sent to find

If you’re a demigod you get used to the idea of not knowing many of your half siblings if their gods or demigods, I probably have like a thousand alive right now. So when I got a letter from my dad personally about a half sister I was intrigued. ‘Your sister, she's in the Uk, she needs you to fly discreetly to the enclosed address, bring her this necklace’.

The hundred dollars for a international trip showed how long its been since the god flew on a regular airline. I had to borrow money for a sudden mission from Chiron to cover for the rest of the damn ticket for a drop off. ‘Why couldn't she come get the necklace or better yet why couldn't he send her the necklace, was she too busy drinking tea or whatever British people do?’. I hated airplanes on the Argo. I could bring whatever I wanted. I could lay down all my tinkering tools and just sit and do what I want but on a plane I felt confined and like I couldn't breathe. My mom said that one time when she took me on a plane that i was the best behaved baby there I feel like it was lie she told it after i got suspended with the principal saying i was a bad kid for starting a food fight, She probably wanted to raise my spirits and make me believe i wasn't a lost cause or maybe i was a well behaved baby cause I could actually move my baby legs on a airplane without hitting my knee on the front chair.

But whatever I got in the taxi cab “Hey im Leo”, The taxi driver ignored me as he drove in silence leaving me with my own worries I met my half siblings before, I live with them at camp but being sent across the globe to visit them, it made it feel more like i was meeting a actual half siblings like in soap dramas where they find out their father had an affair and they play it up for drama. I kept imagining how it would play out, maybe she's lost and needs guidance to camp, Maybe a quest left her stranded, or maybe she's the key to saving the world but doesnt know it, I felt like I was getting a little sister! But without having to take care of a baby. It kept me busy till I finally got to the airport.

I got in no problem tsa don't really check lone kids, usually they were just flying to visit parents after a divorce. The plane ride was “fun” . I wasn't sitting with anyone annoying, thank the gods, just some other People who wanted to get to the Uk for business or personal reasons and weren't interested in chatting his ears off or snoring and thankfully crying.

But now I was finally here, the address wasn't too far off. I was able to walk and actually move my legs instead of staying still like a statue where my legs lost all feelings and felt like a thousand needles.

The British Museum, the address was for a museum I dont think most demigods willfully just went into one or the ones I know anyway. The Greek Section made the most sense so I found the closest bench and just sat down to wait while staring at the bronze statue infront of me.

#leo valdez #leo pjo #percy jackson oc #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez fic #pjo fanfiction #pjo fanfic #hephaestus pjo #pjo #rick riordan #pjo oc #pjo ocs #fanfic #pjo art #pjo fanart #rrverse

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cosmica-galaxy · 2 months ago

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Hey, im back once again! And holy damn is my ipad glitching like hell but i fix it! Anyway's, i've seen in your description area is that you like star's and i mean its kinda obvious on your @

So your gonna meet my character, i think you'll like her, i think? But its up to your opinion

Ahem, introduction right

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Name: starling W. astra

Age: 21 y/o

Gender: Female

Personality: sweetheart, helpful, understanding, younger sister vibe's, playful, innocent, oblivious, kind hearted, sleepy -sometime-, soft

Favorites: nap, sleep, cuddles, board games, strawberry milkshake, winter, hot choco, the player -aka you since we are the player-, friends, family???, star gazing in the outertale au, the reappearing and disappearing constellation marking's on her body

Likes: video games, apple pie, peacefulness, summer, hanging out, physical touch

Dislikes: crowded areas, physical harm, betrayal, lies, being abandoned, being forgotten

Abilities: gaster aster summoning, telekinesis, ambush striking bone's, blue bone's -that makes you unable to move-, teleportation, soul string's -that can grab your soul and is possible of controlling-, aura sneses, portal summoning, immortality

Origin: came from the now destroyed AU named Startale or the Mixedtale or Soultale, it had three name's because of starling having a mixed soul, the outside of her soul is a normal upside down monster heart but inside that soul is a human upright heart, the monster soul color is still the same white color but the human soul inside is a soft light purple color with many neon dark blue and purple string's that are tightly and firmly on it, nobody know's how but its a mystery for all of eternity of the AU

Mother's name: [stellrion Y. astra] - Deceased

Father's name: [past name: gaster W. astra --- now known: consto W. astra] - Alive but Missing

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I apologize if this is much, but have a nice and amazing day/night/afternoon/evening! -- What a lovely OC! I'm not into Undertale anymore as I used to.

But this character is very unique! Sorry it took me a bit to appreciate them!! Excellent job on the artwork as well!

#submission #not my art #OC art #yakazumi #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #haxorus imp

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chaosfantasmic · 1 year ago

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LINKS FANFIC INTRODUCTION IS HERE!!!😲😲😲😲😲👉*your gay*

well y'all polled it out, and here you. (Also if this is bad I'm sorry I'd pay for your therapy but I'm broke so🤷)

....

Oh of all times to get dumped into a new hyrule THIS was it? They had just been in the captains era and there were hoards of monsters as usual, what was up with that why the hell did he need so many? But point is, at the end of the fight wind had a VERY FUCKING BAD concussion, some bitchey bokoblin socked him the head, yknow but Hyrule would just give him a little red potion and he'd be alright the next morning. But NOOOOOO hylia had to be a fat fucking bitch and open a portal FROM UNDER THEM!? Ok that's inconvenient but at least they were all together, wrong, very shitting wrong, it just so happens that the very badly injured one (im talking about wind) did not come with them, so now they were in god knows what era, with no idea where wind is or weather or not he's still ALIVE, and worse of all it was NIGHTIME, so they couldn't go looking for him, which meant they were forced to set up camp while there injured brother was off somewhere in this place (cause god this hyrule was HUGE, like even wild agreed it was BIG), so yea, it wasn't looking to great.

.....

(WIND POV CHANGE WOOSH WOOSH TRANSITION TRANSITION😲🖕)

Where am I? Why is it....so..dark? Oh, it's nightime. What happened why-, oh yea, I remember now we were in wars hyrule fighting all the damn monsters there, and I got...hit..in the head with a bat..and I got a concussion and then a portal opened up and I'm here.

When the sailor sat upright his head immediately started throbbing like crazy, he clutched his head and groaned

"Annnd there's the concussion." Wind cursed

He grumbled, did he really have to get dropped all alone in the woods of god knows where at night, with a concussion might he add.

The forest was pitch black, either that or he was starting to hallucinate, the only sound was the hum of the crickets and the calm flow of a nearby river

But wind was anything but calm. His head was bleeding like a river and orange and purple spots started to cloud his vision.

Should he at least try to stand up? No no that's not a good idea, he could barley lift up his arm without nearly being exhausted.

"ok calm down wind, calm down, your brothers are here...somewhere, they'll Probobly find you....eventually...maybe....hopefully."

"They're not coming."

And that was when wind realised just how shitty his current situation was.

He could very well die if he didn't do something, which you really can't when your on the verge of passing out. Was he really going to die, no no he couldn't die, what about granny and aryll and the rest of his brothers, what would they think?

The sailor knew that there wasn't much time left before he lost consciousness, so he did the last thing he could think of, with the last of his strength, he shakily mouthed out

"Help."

....

(HEY! TRANSITION!, POV SWITCH BITCHES RAAAAA)

Well help did come

Out of the corner of Winds eye, he saw a small figure, standing amongst the trees, holding a....racoon? Ok he was definitely hallucinating now.

"Ok buddy, It looks like I have some business to attend to, you promise to visit me tomorrow ya?" The mysterious person spoke as they let the racoon jump out of there hands, letting it run off into the woods.

Wind couldn't make out there face, it was covered by a thick green hood.

The person walked up and crouched down beside him, eyeing his head, they grimaced

"Eesh, what creature did this to you?" They said

They shuffled around in there pocket before pulling out a wad of bandages and a thick rag, they set the rag on the spot where winds head was bleeding

"There that should soak up most of the blood-ICK! Gee when did i last wash this thing?"

The rest was a blur to wind, his vision had started to fail him, his ears started ringing, and everything was blurry. All he remembered was a bandage over his head, and the warm orange glow of a fire

"Don't worry, your ok." The person said softly as he drifted off into unconsciousnes

....

Heeeey you finished it, oh Majesty has something to tell you!

#legend of zelda #linked universe #funny #silly #lol idk what else to put here #lu warriors #oc #legend of zelda oc #lu time #lu wind #lu sky #lu wild #lu twilight #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend

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mhaynoot · 1 year ago

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finished tgcf book 1 and here are some random thoughts i had through the book and certain passages that i kept rereading:

xie lian with sincerity: "if you pray to me for good luck, i think you might actually get cursed instead"

he actually ascended after 800 years of collecting scraps??? what. it took me until like the end of the novel to realise that wasn't joke and actually real what. what.

he's so pathetic meow meow i cant wait to see him cry and break my heart into itty bitty goey pieces (currently reading book 3 and im in hell now)

mu qing: passive aggressively bitching at xie lian

xie lian with sincerity: who are you?

he's really just murphy's law on embarrassment but at least everyone else is getting dragged into the pit he made (too bad he's right there next to them, falling flat on his cute face)

first arc flash review:

nan feng and fu yao are instantly obvious like i'd be more shocked if its revealed theyre actually not feng xin and mu qing but it's really really funny seeing them fall into pits one after another

wow that bridal sedan scene is so heart fluttering i think i reread each paragraph like 3 times

goddamn what a fucking ml introduction 👏👏

holy shit people actually die in this??? i was expecting the cannon fodder because he was just so fucking annoying but that woman too? damn that's just so sad

pei xiu meeting xie lian here is just retrospectively as embarassing as the second time

also very nice foreshadowing and setting up of themes

second arc flash review:

they just meet like that????

the donghua made it so obvious but even in the book, you can tell hua cheng was just desperately restraining himself whenever xie lian did some freaky flirty shit

he's such a sweet ml, i'm already foreseeing so much fucking suffering to counteract this blissfulness

dni curtain

i can't believe hua cheng just upped and left to get a tattoo AND make a brand new door after seeing the dni curtain

xie lian is so lax about things, its almost concerning like i get why feng xin and mu qing- i mean nan feng and fu yao are "?!?!?!?!" at him sksksk

i gasped at the venom sucking part, like audible breath and everything, holy fuck

also cute detail about how hua cheng disinfected his blade with nan feng's fire and how both of them did that with implicit understanding

honestly i did not foresee the general being xie lian and had to reread that passage again after finding out. so embarassing for him. i close my eyes. but also hua cheng making everyone kowtow to the grave is just that much sweeter

xie lian does not restrain himself with the skinship at all. he immediately becomes embarrassed afterwards yeah but he always instinctively wants to touch hua cheng sooo badly. like how tf is hua cheng still alive - no wait i guess it's because he's dead that's why.

"does it matter if you're human or not?" XIE LIAN YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT TO HUA CHENG (AND ME)

LMAO nan feng running away when he heard xie lian offer to cook and then running back in to give hua cheng the stink eye and xie lian a warning only to leave again is just so funny, i was soo sad to not see that part in the donghua ver

last part and ending thoughts:

"your highness" ugngnnghhhngnn

the whole conversation between them and their upfrontness with each other is just so refreshing

im suprised they resolved this mystery so quickly, like i was expecting another arc or even a whole more book to dance around this but nope. xie lian says one "hua cheng" and then bam it's in the open.

donghua made xie lian full grab xie lian's face while it was a poke in the book but i approve of both versions, all very cute, all very likely to make hua cheng fall in love even more

awww he has to leave? ohmygod ringringring

and yep thats my thoughts so far

i read the whole book and then watched the donghua btw!! i'm not an "anime first" girlie, im a "the manga was better" loser tryhard always

also i just read all of book 3 by the time i finished writting this so lmao

#ha reads tgcf #tgcf

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yuri-cocaine · 4 months ago

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i finished msq

-whadda hell bulnosaur....................,,,,,i thot this was our summer vacation

-living memory made me cry so damn much that music is sad as hell. i can't believe the legendary city of gold was an artificial afterlife that we had to pull the plug on. and then afterwards it's just this ugly gray city with the distorted sad music playing through mall speakers. being there after the msq is extremely uncomfortable.

-im wondering if sphene was deliberately programmed to be hostile and unreceptive to any solution that isn't "sustain the dead by killing and sucking up living aether." because it is possible to actually bring back the dead and sustain them without being a parasitic blight! all the beings in ultima thule are alive because they were brought back by dynamis, and azem's magic resurrected all the scions and briefly emet and hyth. obviously preservation doesnt know about dynamis and they can't use azem's magic, but that doesnt matter because we could have presented these solutions to sphene. but no, sphene straight up refuses to consider any other solution to sustaining living memory that isn't kill everyone on other worlds.

-there's also sphene's tiara being shown ominously after the credits roll. im willing to bet that the new arc villain really was using sphene as a pawn to destroy worlds for some unknown reason.

-re: azem's magic: azem is insanely powerful jesus christ. they're able to call people to their side no matter where they are, even resurrecting the dead in their summoning. and now azem apparently has a key that can open portals to other worlds, even tho azem lived prior to the sundering. why this key went to a bunch of lalas living in aloalo island is a big mystery, and im surprised aloalo was even brought up again. i did all the routes to get the statice mount so i fought the statue of the speaker, but i assumed the aloalo lalafells just sailed away on a boat to la noscea. the fact that they had an artifact azem created to hop to another world is insane.

-cahciua reminds me of venat, so i just feel horribly sad for erenville when he had to say goodbye to her. poor erenville ;-; he lost his home and his mother both. don't worry erenville you can jump right into yuma's loving arms and rest your weary head in her bosom i mean what

-everkeep is a massive eyesore, and im not a fan of solution nine sorry. i don't like glowy rgb cyberpunk aesthetics and purple is my least favorite color, and solution nine is both of that at once lol. radz at han is a way better endgame hub.

-im kinda confused about how interdimensional fusion is working. everkeep still has the endless lightning storms, but the unlost world that living memory is in seems to have a clear sky after we shut down the golden light. is that a real sky, and if so, why isn't it in a perpetual lightning storm too? and if living memory didn't get transported to the source along with the rest of everkeep and only has the gate to it connecting it to the source, then how hasn't it fallen apart the moment everkeep transported??? isn't it the twelfth floor of a giant tower.

-im going to guess that the unlost world is the ninth because of all the ff9 refs. even though the twelfth was already rejoined with a calamity of lightning, there's only six elements (not including light and darkness) and 13 reflections. the ascians are going to have to reuse elements for rejoining eventually, so if things went their way we would have had a second calamity of lightning rejoining the unlost world. electrope not being in the source (or maybe it is and we havent found any yet) sounds like ascian shenanigans too. tip the world strongly towards the element of lighting, then introduce a suspiciously convenient ore that can make use of all the excess lightning, and manipulate nations into destroying each other for it. lindblum's lightning superweapon would be the perfect tool for a rejoining.

-i wonder if there are any reflections that are still relatively okay, but i also wouldnt be surprised if every reflection was left in a horrible state to prime it for rejoining. due to the time discrepancies between shards, i think it'd be cool to find a reflection that didnt even develop civilization yet lol

-anyways. i thought nothing would top amaurot for being the saddest place, but living memory is just fucking me up so bad. deleting the endless was bad enough, but to leave it in that ugly shut down state with distorted music playing is horrible. we killed the golden city and are left with its corpse. also, something scary to think about it that if everkeep is the last intact place from the unlost world and it's been transported to the source, that means the unlost world is completely barren and the final remnant of its last standing civilization is an empty necropolis. goddamn if it was another star and meteion found it, she'd be adding it to her list of reasons to despair for sure.

#dawntrail spoilers #yamtrail #oagghe

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lincolnmkicks · 2 years ago

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i don’t want to claim i have a wholly unique experience wrt dndads bc i decided to listen to this podcast bc i loved anthony’s previous writing in borderlands 2 BUT borderlands 2 is one of my fav games of all time and i want to shed some light on smth i very rarely seen talked about: the biggest narrative comparison between dndads and bl2 through willy stampler and handsome jack.

SO right off the bat im gonna mention anthony is fairly explicit about both willy and jack being attractive. it’s literally in jack’s name, his title after becoming ceo of hyperion, and he also managed to date—even if only for a little while—the in-universe most attractive woman in that corner of space (moxxi). anthony also makes it a point to talk about how frustratingly hot willy is all throughout the podcast, both seasons 1 and 2.

the intent is pretty clear. abusers aren’t all “conventionally unattractive,” and sometimes people have pretty privilege, and anthony by way of making both willy and jack attractive is forcing us to confront internal biases about who and what kind of people are abusive.

also the password being “i love you” for the box that supposedly held ron’s anchor that could only be activated by willy’s voice saying it? stolen directly from borderlands 2 (granted anthony wrote that so it’s not stealing but you know)

next up, they are not the exact same character-wise. willy pretty much hates his son from the get-go, there is never a time we see him hold genuine love for ron without a catch of some sort, and even the “genuine love” we see from willy is quite literally just tolerating his presence long enough that he can position him perfectly to murder him. jack, meanwhile, would probably kill anybody who tries to hurt his daughter. in fact, he damn well tries because we kill his daughter.

i’m gonna need to get a little in depth about angel real quick, so bear with me. angel is this mysterious voice in your head in both bl1 and 2, a guardian angel so to speak, and she helps you throughout both games. in bl2 it’s revealed that she works with jack, and for a time we believe she’s simply an ai he created to help him find/charge the vault key to awaken the warrior (long story, but the goal of a borderlands game is usually to open an ancient alien vault which has tons of loot but also contains vault monsters, the warrior being one jack wants to use to in essence colonize pandora).

angel is forced to betray us about a third of the way through bl2, but she reveals she feels extremely guilty about it and wants to help set things right by giving us the vault key. she tasks us with making our way through a bunch of security measures intended to kill anybody who tries to get near her, only to reveal, yeah she’s not an artificial intelligence, she’s actually jack’s daughter, hooked up to a vast intelligence network as a child to be jack’s eyes and ears across the planet as well as being constantly pumped full of an alien substance called eridium to help her charge the vault key. the reason she wanted to help us get to her was because she wanted us to literally put her out of her misery.

control core angel (the level where you fight off waves of robots sent to stop you from assisting angel in killing herself) is… sad. it’s just sad. dameon clarke does a killer job playing a sociopath like jack when he’s laughing about scooping people’s eyes out with spoons or telling you he’ll pay you to kill yourself, so it’s not much of a surprise that he’s also good at playing a man begging you not to hurt his baby girl. yeah, the whole time you’re fighting off the enemies in control core angel he is screaming at you, insulting you and threatening you, sure, but as you whittle down angel’s health, destroying the injectors literally keeping her alive, he begs you to forget all of this, and not hurt an innocent girl.

eventually the fighting stops, you succeed in allowing angel to die, she thanks you, jack begs her to stay with him because they can still fix this… and her last words are calling him an asshole.

bl2 has been out 10 years and people to this day debate jack’s love for angel. was it ever real? was he being genuine in control core? was he playing a part? trying to evoke your sympathy? did he truly think he was doing what was best for her? had he fallen so far? were all those security measures because he wanted to keep his daughter safe or the macguffin of the game? he’s still an incredibly interesting character to discuss and examine, his relationship with angel being one of my favorite bits of one of my favorite games.

willy would never. willy is forthcoming about needing daddy magic, knows his power comes from being a father, comes from the impact he had on ron’s life. meanwhile willy couldn’t give less of a shit about ron. he was a mistake, he is nothing, and willy was content with killing 13 year old ron to get some semblance of peace. willy is uncomplicated in his sliminess. maybe more complicated with his relationship with scary, but still nowhere near as divisive and mysterious in his motivations as jack.

jack is decidedly funnier than willy, mostly because borderlands 2 is a funny game, but after angel dies there’s an anger boiling just beneath the surface. dameon clarke grits out threats through clenched teeth, he relishes in torturing one of our allies, he rescinds a bounty on our heads bc he wants to kill us himself. nothing else we’ve done to hurt jack’s plans has made him react like this. but nothing else we’ve done has hurt jack’s plans this much. is that quiet, threatening anger, that vibe you get when your parents are angry but can’t express it until you get home, is that jack’s grief for his daughter, or anger that you tried to really mess up his plans?

jack is unknowable, because we aren’t his kid. angel tells us “he tries to guilt you and make you feel like it was your fault, don’t listen to him!” and the implication is clear. angel’s been strapped to a hyperion information network since she was like 7 years old, forced into a chair looking out over pandora for jack’s benefit, jack’s gain. but he still calls her “my angel”, he seems genuinely sad when he has to re-remember she’s dead in tales from the borderlands, he’s a father who lost his way seemingly.

angel was poisoned slowly, decaying over the years bc of her father. ron wasn’t worth the effort.

willy we know. ron is angel in this scenario. and maybe jack believed he held love for angel, but angel sure as hell didn’t like it. angel was poisoned slowly, decaying all her life by her father. ron wasn’t even worth the effort.

idk if any of this like. makes sense or if it’s just luci rambling about borderlands but the difference in anthony’s writing for two shitty dads with some similarities is crazy frankly.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #willy stampler #ive been planning a relisten of season 1 to try and write a video essay or something?#ive always wanted to do that #and i’d totally put my personal experience w borderlands into it #angels a v important chara to me and i think jack really shows the beginnings of anthony’s understanding of complex fathers #idk just rambling!!!!!

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