#human!smaug

[groovy-lady]

A Concept: human!Smaug with Benedict Cumberbatch’s natural auburn curls would be GORGEOUS!!!!!!!

[garr9988]

Monster harem romance where the "self-insert(?)" human protagonist is actually a hugely manipulative and terrible person. They may get manhandled by the big strong monsters, but they know how to manipulate them and cut them to the quick to keep them under their heel. Maybe the monsters are tricked into seeing them as defenseless and sweet, or they're attracted by their savagery and capacity for cruelty. The monsters get a cute little plaything to own, and the human has a pack of lovestruck loyal pets under their control to use to their own ends.

A human, but yet another monster all the same.

[tsrmarina]

Humanisation of Smaug the Dragon

[lathalea]

Now this is interesting 👀👀👀

Dragon’s Share - Prologue

As requested by the ever-patient @tsukuyomi011, who puts up with all my issues and procrastination:

“A Thranduil!AU where he is an incredibly famous actor falling for his equally famous co-star for a movie- loving her from afar and preparing to wait for her when he knows how happy she is with one of best actors in Hollywood- Smaug of all people”

Modern!Thranduil, Human!Smaug. Since I had to stick to the near real settings, the names are changed to Ruston Spring for Thranduil and Rhys Burrow for Smaug. In a way, both are translations of the canon names. :) 

Expect a Prologue, 3 Parts and an Epilogue. Yes, it’s that long.

The pic credits - Iaranthranduil (I think, the signature is hard to make out) and, seemingly, Ruven Afanador.

Dragon’s Share

Prologue

“Enjoyed your evening?”

The contrast between the dark suite and the brightly lit hall outside made the arrival seem taller than he was, almost matching the host himself in height.

Ruston flicked the switch, and the ante-room filled with light, too, but the unwelcome presence didn’t become less tangible.

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[ai-katsuu]

the king under the mountain sees what seems to be a familiar friend's past...

[skeleton-on-wheels0]

I started a sketch...

So I did this in the span of maybe 20 minutes and I have no idea what to do with it now. My first idea was to make this a humanoid Smaug holding the Arkenstone, then the Arkenstone turned into Thorin's soul(because a flower whispered to me that dwarves have precious stones as souls). So you can vote in this poll...

For a bigger sample size, please reblog. Thanks!

[talestobetold]

i am a transfem stereotype.

[eli-workshop]

PA👏PA 👏SMAUG👏

[dreaminonao3]

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for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

“You have good traits?” Alina asked, one eyebrow raised. “I have yet to see them.”

From the next part of my Smaug/OFC modern AU series.

Okay, technically, it's two sentences, but what are rules if not things to break?

[sar3nka]

I am not done until I seduce every dragon I can think of

[meeghanreads]

Top 5 non-human characters

Hello friends!! Welcome to Top 5 Tuesday!! This week’s topic is top 5 non-human characters!! Umm, about five years ago, when Shanah was taking a hiatus and just before T5T found its home here, I decided to just do my own T5T posts. And one week I did a top 5 non-cat cats post. Now, you might be saying “wtf is a non-cat cat?” and that would be well within the boundaries of normal conversation.…

[diapurple]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bilbo Baggins/Smaug Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Smaug Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Asexual Relationship, Russian Translation Available Summary:

This was what Bilbo noticed: for all that the dragon was a monstrous thing beyond Bilbo's imagination – it reminded Bilbo of the little lizards that would sometimes sunbathe on the rocks in his garden back home in the same sense that this mountain palace reminded him of those rocks – the dragon seemed prey to the same ordinary failing as any creature that thought rather too much of itself.

And that was, of course, its vanity.

[adventures-written]

Tag dump 2/?

(Ignore this, my tags got deleted)

[flawseer]

#31 - "Smaug"

Smaugust 2024

Beware the stalker of dreams.

"But Flawseer! The prompt says 'Smaug', you can't just draw Scarlet instead, that is against the rules!"

Nah, I totally can! Scarlet is pretty much a lady-version of Smaug. Here is a list of what they have in common:

Big red dragon.

Evil and cruel.

Loves gold to an unhealthy degree.

Humans or human-looking creatures always pining after her gold and invading her lair.

Covers her body in a protective layer of gold and gemstones.

Set up as the main antagonist at the beginning of a story (Arc 2).

Gets defeated half-way through that story and the plot carries on without her.

Point-of-view character delivers vital intel on a weakness to help facilitate her defeat, but does not kill her herself.

Rather, she is killed by a side character who only entered the story proper relatively recently, when it was already underway, and was not a major part of the narrative before.

Magical jewelry is involved in her defeat.

Name starts with "s", has two vowels in it, and the first one is an "a".

Terrible with kids (could you imagine hiring either Scarlet or Smaug as a babysitter? They would sit on the baby! Terrible!)

Cliff is very small, therefore a hobbit is technically involved.

I really should have ended this list three points ago.

It's over.

[skeleton-on-wheels0]

y'all, I have just woken up from a dream in which Smaug was human and actually hurt Thorin while SINGING about how love or power(I'm not sure which one) is a gift, then he(Smaug) returned to the king's headquarters in Erebor, where he hoarded the things he found most precious. BUT a very sexy lady, in a very simple dress comes and seduces him and I think that she was going to kill him like a woman in the Bible, but I'm not sure since the dream ended when I turned in bed. Also, that very sexy lady is also an elf.

By the way, when Smaug hurt Thorin, Smaug got very big, like a dragon, but still halfway in his human form, and he had on one of his fingers Thrain's helmet like a ring, and for a moment before being hurt, Thorin saw his father's face in blue outlines where the helmet layed. Then Smaug took Thorin in his hand and I think crushed him.

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Authors and artists alike, do what you want with this. Just tag me in the artwork so I can see it. I want to see stuff inspired by my dreams.

Edit : I just saw some GIFs with the Eagle scene in An Unexpected Journey. More precisely when Thorin gets picked up by one. THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE. Feels like my dream, when Thorin got crushed. Probably going to animate so it's easier to understand.

[moth-mimic]

Suffocating

‣ pairing: Legolas x Maid/Healer!reader

‣ words: 1639

‣ content: basically childhood friends, unbalanced power dynamic, Legolas is a littleee jealous and petty (as in like… a lot), Legolas being too clingy and a little questionable, suggestive near the end, pleading men <3

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‣ summary: Legolas had chosen you to be by his side from first glance. Even before he could wield a bow, he saw through your status and deemed your soul the same as his. However, his affection for you can be a bit… suffocating.

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Legolas had claimed you before he even knew your name. Call it fate if you will, but something indescribable had seized him the moment you were presented to his father. Like a ripe fruit you had been plucked from your cozy orphanage and displayed in front of the king. At the time you were not sure why you were in this place, a grand castle decorated with exquisite, flourishing fauna and marble cleaned so well it glinted in the sunlight, yet the prince very well knew. A nobody you were— simply an Elven child of mixed blood who had been found abandoned in Mirkwood’s forests— yet your excellence had soon shown itself in your healing. With a few whispered prayers and hands delicately placed, a wound could vanish within minutes. This is why you were here.

Mirkwood was exceptionally skilled in archery, but what was gained in one area was lost in another. The kingdom had healers, like many, yet none that could heal a wound with their own hands. So it was a surprise that you, an unassuming child, had been blessed with the gift of life. It did not take a council to decide that your gift must be fostered and taken care of like the most delicate sprout.

Although your skill was doted on, you, however, were not. You were an elf of mixed blood— the classic story of a rebellious Elven man who had seduced a human woman before vanishing for The Undying Lands was not unique. The story between an elf and human royalty was one that was respectable, yet this was not yours.

Although your royal guidance was intended to help you grow in your healing abilities, it became increasingly obvious your current job was not to heal the innocent. Instead, you were frequently assigned the task of assisting the prince after his rebellious endeavors. From healing his scraped knee after he hurled himself off a tree to even pouring his tea, you were practically his maid at this point.

However, Legolas did not see it as this— you did a lot for him, yes, but he found himself frequently getting into trouble and calling upon your help purposefully, simply longing for your care and attention. He did not have many other young elves to involve himself with, and you were perfectly fine as company. He even admired you, in fact, especially as he watched you use your healing gift on him. You both were taught basic skills such as how to wield a bow and how to analyze Elvish texts, yet you were oftentimes dragged away for additional training in your healing. Times like these he wondered if he was too dependent on you.

And now the prince, far past his coming-of-age ceremony, still wondered the same as he scanned the halls for your presence. His boots could be heard clicking against the pristine floor from even a man on the other side of the castle as he paced the area. Elves from Rivendell had arrived to discuss matters on the group of dwarves headed to reclaim their home from Smaug, and you were nowhere to be seen. Embarrassed to make his affection for you so obvious, he excused his worry as simply making sure you were not late to greet the guests.

“Y/N! Y/N, where in Middle-Earth have you wandered off to now?” He shouted, perhaps to himself. The maids rushing down the hallway did not give him a mere glance. His worry for you was not only typical, but also a frequent point of gossip. He let out a loud sigh and turned, frustrated, finally giving up in his search. He would definitely receive a scolding from his father at this point. Perhaps it would be worth it if only to share the burden of being late between the two of you. He hurriedly retraced his trail to the entrance of the castle, hoping the guests would still be there, yet he abruptly stopped as laughter floated through the halls.

He peered around the wall and outside into the garden, which held the source of the sound, and scowled at the sight he saw. You and one of the Rivendell elves— pale-skinned with hair various shades of hickory, undoubtedly one of Elrond’s sons— sitting on a bench and chatting— No, flirting. It was obvious with the way he was leaning into you, your face lit with joy at the jokes he charismatically threw. The sight was enough to make Legolas seethe with jealousy.

“Y/N.”

The unexpected sound of your name prompts you to jump a bit before looking towards the blond elf. You smile at the familiar face. “Legolas! Where have you been? The guests are already seated.”

“Well, that I would not know. I have been looking for you since I noticed your absence,” Legolas makes his way towards the two of you, eyeing the dark-haired elf as if he were goblin trash. “I see you have acquainted yourself with one of our dear guests.”

You rub the back of your neck apologetically, oblivious to the stare-down happening between the two. “Ah, I apologize. I was at the entrance long before they arrived, although I should have noticed you beforehand to ease your worries.”

Legolas is the first to break the glare, quickly changing his expression to one more gentle, more suitable to one as pure of heart as you. He crouches down to provide you comfort. “Of course. My worry for you is natural, yet it’s nothing to burden yourself with. May I?” The Elven prince takes your hand and holds it firm before you can even respond, almost as if the other may rip you away.

“Yes, but—“ You begin to protest as you look back towards the Rivendell elf, but he is the one to speak next.

“No worries, it is time we all join each other in the dining hall.” He huffs, clearly defeated. It is the prince of the kingdom he is visiting, after all.

And with that, Legolas guides you with him to the dining hall. The other merely trails behind in surrender.

With the rest of the night, Legolas is strangely distant. As you make your rounds offering tea to each elf, Legolas holds his hand over his teacup without so much as a simple “No, thank you.” Instead of contributing to the council like a respectable prince, he stays oddly silent and tightens his jaw in what seems to be annoyance. After a considerable time of him being obviously troubled about something, you follow his incomprehensible glare across the lengthy table to the elf you were speaking to earlier. You observe from the sidelines, expecting his glare to waver, yet it lingers. The other elf just seems to uncomfortably avoid eye contact. Even Thranduil notices enough to make an occasional irritated side glance at his son.

You simply excuse it as a harmless quarrel between princes.

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As the moon exudes her care across the darkened kingdom, Legolas can not seem to quiet his mind as he lays down to rest. His eyebrows tense and his chest tightens at the image of the Rivendell elf practically courting you, and you enjoying it. The thought of you being carried away back to Rivendell by this elf seemed none other than a nightmare. And perhaps it was still possible— the Rivendell group had settled for staying in the guest chambers tonight— perhaps he was making his way to your chamber at this moment. He would knock on your door, gently, as to not startle you, the way Legolas had done so many times before— you would answer, dressed in silk, hair ruffled by your pillowy sheets. In a heartbeat he would confess his attraction from the moment he saw you. You would fall into his arms and he would hold you, softly, as if the dream could break. You both would join lips in a passion, and soon enough you would be his.

And soon enough Legolas is making his way to your door— not too far of a journey, considering your chambers are right next to each other. He pauses for a moment, and two, before he gathers the courage to lightly knock on the wooden door. He awaits your presence, a burning inside his core threatening to swallow him whole. As he waits, his mind trails to his previous nightmare. Perhaps he is too late, he thinks, perhaps this is a mistake—

And soon enough you are there, in front of him, dressed in silk and your hair ruffled from your pillowy sheets. He stands there for a moment, silent and flustered.

“Well?” You sigh sleepily, rubbing your eyes at your interrupted slumber, “Are you alright?”

He sighs. With eagerness or longing you cannot tell. “Tell me you do not want him.” He bluntly states, his mouth moving faster than his brain. He grips both sides of your doorway, leaning towards you, keeping himself from joining you into an embrace. You can see his knuckles nearly turn white.

Your eyes are wide now, confused. “Who— sorry?”

“The Rivendell elf. You do not want him. He is an adventurer, he knows no home. He is not right for you, I assure you, he knows nothing about you. You are just a pretty face to him, but I— I…” He pauses, gasps for air as if he has almost drowned, and completely stops at a loss for words.

You stare at him a moment, his eyes wild and pleading. From the soft gazes he’s given you when teaching you how to correctly hold a bow to the seething glare you saw from him last night, this is unlike anything you’ve seen.

“Legolas…” you begin, but words cannot fathom what you want to say. Instead you lift your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his pointed ear, gazing at him with newfound vulnerability. The back of your hand trails down his neck before resting on his chest. “He is not the one I want.”

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ok dang it’s like 1 am now. anyway sorry for cutting it off so abruptly I was starting to cringe a little and I just couldn’t do it. also thinking about adding 2 more parts to this but idk if I’ll have the motivation 🤕