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A dozen creations. Not all of the same world, but connected nonetheless. I stand above them all. You already know me as @mythrite, but here, they know me as TopHat. You're not here for me, though. You want them. Talk to them, while they're still here.

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[sirinoya]

secret life has got so much going on and i need to keep track

there’s a lot of stuff. like there’s already so much what

this fucking symbol ‼️‼️

i can’t be the only one who thinks that this is like the watcher symbol, right?

and why does it glow when you fail a red task??

JIMMY RECOGNIZING THE SYMBOL

bigb’s task? WHY IS IT RED??

this is bigb's

and this is what everyone else's looked like

and the task bigb got is so weird??

it’s multiple lines, the sentences are split up weirdly, it’s super vague, and what’s up with the last sentence???

for comparison, this is grian’s; it’s simple, one line, and not vague at all

and from what i’ve seen, that’s the case with everyone else’s as well

grian said that “he asked for this seed to have end availability”. three guesses as to what bigb’s task is for?

it would also make that last sentence make more sense. who wouldn’t want to base on top of the end portal?

plus, the bordered area is within the first circle of end strongholds; if you’re in front of and facing the statue, you’re looking north and are at roughly (-530 68 1580), give or take some because i was too lazy to properly measure the coords

adding on, did you know that 3 end strongholds spawn 1408–2688 blocks away from (0, 0)?

this means that most likely there is, in fact, an end stronghold here!

the whispering from the taskmaster

the darkening of the sky whenever you get close

and didn’t martyn once say that “the watchers wanted to snuff out all the light” or something along those lines?

the taskmaster looking like a hooded figure

grian editing his face onto said hooded figure lookalike

the suspicious similarities to the official watcher account skin

the taskmaster in general, actually, what the fuck is up with that

grian saying that they “needed to let evolution take its course”

grian saying that quote “there are more surprises in store” in the intro

in conclusion this smp is going to drive us all to insanity and i’m loving it, this is so fun

[ask-lorekeeper-zinnia]

You know what, fine, I know when I'm not wanted. Fuck you too, DeNA.

[fairysylveon]

if you're comparing bl3 or new tales to the movie I'm gonna need a full essay on my desk about why you think they're comparable or I will take you directly to jail

[finnified]

havent been able to write recently which has been SUPER frustrating but i got some of my brainrot for these guys out with some little doodles. i promise i am still thinking about them i just cannot force myself to put words on a page to save my life

(characters featured here belong to the lovely @stuckwithcats and @solsearchingnights !)

[solidwater05]

Instead of making a big lore post, I think it'll be better to make multiple small ones

So, here's a super shortened version of the first big event in the Punctuationverse, the Sun Blackout (all from memory)

Some anons told Nef to kill the sun. He shrunk it and put it off, which caused the whole world to become cold and allowed the Ice People to escape from the ice caves, where they were sealed long ago.

Nef fought and almost died to the Ice People. Vance and Mini tried lighting a fire but it was too cold

Vance managed to re-light the sun

Mini was frozen and became an ice person before Nef bought an overpriced thawting device from Status and unfroze it. Status scammed him, btw

Mini has some scars left

Nef gave one of their cloaks to Mini

There was some bonding between Select and Nef, where it was revealed that Select lost its eye to the ice people

There was also bonding between Nef and Vance but that might not be canon anymore, because current Vance wouldn't do anything that happened during that

[dragonakito360]

Hello bestie ;33 HEHDHEHJW

Anyways, i wish for a doflamingo x fem!reader smut. Reader is the favorite toy (if u can say) that doffy wants to play with, like the other ladies that are in the palace he doesn’t want them, only the reader. Maybe some soft doffy (im a sucker 👉👈)

Also with a hint of misuse of devil fruit, aka bondage🥰

Laced up Nice and Pretty

{ THIS IS AN 18+ NSFW WORK, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT }

⋆｡°✩ Pairing: Donquixote Doflamingo x Reader

⋆｡°✩ Summary: Doflamingo finds his favourite toy all dolled up for him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to take her.

⋆｡°✩ Content Tags: P in V sex, bondage, improper use of Devil Fruit Ability, Possessive!Doffy, a bit of dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, Soft!Doffy and a bit of aftercare at the end

⋆｡°✩ Word Count: 1,350 Words

⋆｡°✩ Lorekeeper's Notes: Thank you for the request! I am in love with that blond man too 🫶 I have not written smut in a long while, hope you guys still enjoy the story regardless!

It was no secret among the Donquixote Pirates that Doflamingo had women in the castle that he favoured. They were his toys, ready to attend to his carnal pleasures whenever he desired. He used them however he pleased, chasing after his own high and leaving the women to care for themselves in the aftermath. But it was no secret either that he had a clear favourite, and it was you. It hadn’t been long since you came to work under him, yet everyone knew of his attraction to you. He sought your company far more than he did the others, gifting dresses that he would tear off your body, and he would take the time to attend to you once the act was over.

Doflamingo walked down the castle halls, heading out to the garden for fresh air. That was when he spotted you, dressed in the new clothes he had gifted. It was a tight outfit, hugging your body just right as lace frills accented the piece, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was more similar to lingerie than any actual dress. He licked his lips, grinning as he watched you lean up to clean the decor of the palace. He snuck up from behind, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him.

“What a pleasure it is to see you, doll.” Doflamingo whispered in your ear. “Did you dress yourself up all for me? I gifted this just the other day, it’s a shame for me to rip it so soon.”

“Young master, I-” You try to speak, only for Doflamingo to cut you off.

“The chores can wait, I need you now.” He placed emphasis on the last word, making you understand that there was no room for argument. Not that you would have, you were always so willing to please him. He could feel your body give in, his laugh echoing slightly in the sparse hall. “That’s a good girl.”

Doflamingo brought you to his room, sitting on the lavish couch as you stood in front of him. You felt like a prey watched by a predator, his lustful gaze watching your every move, every squirm of your body as you stared back, trying to read his expression. But all you could see was that mischievous grin as leaned back in his seat, gesturing towards you.

“Go on, put on a show for your king, doll. Show me that body of yours, before I rip that dress off myself.” You nodded at his words and unzipped the dress, letting it cascade off your shoulders. You held it up, giving Doflamingo just a peek of your breasts. He watched with anticipation as the dress fell to the floor, leaving you bare, save for the thin, lace undergarments. You approached him, letting your hips sway and running your hands down your body, accentuating your body.

Suddenly, you feel a pull tug your body. Before you could comprehend what had happened, your body had become suspended in the air by Doflamingo’s strings. You were face down, wrists tied above your head, back arched and legs spread, leaving room for Doflamingo to step between them. The man laughed as he tore your underwear with his strings, eyes focused on your pussy as it clenched on air, begging for his touch. He came up behind you, leaning over your body as you turned to face him.

“Please, please Doffy.” You begged, wanting him to just take you then and there. Doflamingo laughed once more, grabbing your chin.

“Making demands of me, darling? You should know your place.” His free hand slapped your ass, rubbing it soothingly as you squirmed. “I saw you and Diamante earlier today. Did you like spending time with him, hm? Did you think I wouldn’t know you were whoring yourself for him? And now you want me to fuck you on my cock? You filthy slut.” He slapped your rear again, rubbing the red, sore spot. “Did you forget who you belong to?”

“N-No, Doffy, I swear. I wasn’t doing anything with Diamante.” You pleaded, trying to convince him of your innocence. And truthfully, he knew you had nothing to hide. But he wanted to play with you for a while longer. He pulled on your body, lifting it upward and pressing your back flat against his chest. he freed his hard cock out his pants, shoving the garment down and kicking it aside. He rubbed it against your pussy, the tip teasing your clit. You let out a soft, shaky breath as he chuckled.

“I think I need to remind you of who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.” He grinned and thrusted up into your cunt, the tip of his cock pushing in. You let out a loud, strained moan as he continued to push in. “Fuck, your pussy’s so tight! Relax for me, doll. You’re taking me all the way in.”

Doflamingo pulled your body down onto his cock, one hand caressing your breasts and the other on your clit, making delicious moans spill from your mouth. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he took a moment to admire the view, your hips flushed against his as your body trembled. Only you could take in all of him, unlike the other women. It was like your cunt was made for him. He thrusted slowly, teasingly, keeping what you both desire just barely out of reach. He then rutted into you at an animalistic pace, laughing between his grunts as he felt the bulge at your stomach.

“Feel that, darling? No other man can make you feel this satisfied.” He held onto your hips, as he thrusted hard into you, grip bruising your skin. He smirked as he felt your warm walls clench on his cock, and he started to slow down to bring you to the brink of orgasm, only to stop.

“Doffy, Doffy p-please.” You begged, trying to move back into him as tears pooled in your eyes. His grin widened, cock twitching at the sight of your plight.

“Aw, does my darling want to cum? Then beg for it. Tell me how much you want my dick.” He grinned mischievously as he held you firmly in place.

“P-Please, Doffy! Let me cum! Only you can make me feel this good!” You cried, hoping it was enough to convince him. Thankfully, it was. Doflamingo snapped his hips against yours, bringing you to the edge once again.

“That’s right, only I can make you feel this good.” He chuckled under his breath. “This is my pussy, do you understand? No one’s allowed to fuck you except for me.”

“Yours, Doffy! Yours!” You felt his cock twitch and your walls tighten its grip. With a pleasured cry, you came undone, your juices all over his cock and balls. He came not long after, spilling his warm seed into your cunt. After rutting in a few more times he pulled out, admiring the view of your hole and his cum dripping out.

“You did so good for me, doll. You always do.” He cooed, releasing the strings that held you. He tossed you onto the bed, his touch gentle and warm. As you laid on your back to get comfortable, he called for a maid to bring over a towel. He wiped off your sweat, kissing your body and the marks left behind from the last time you both had sex. He was pleased to see them, still visible, showing everyone you’re his. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He praised softly and kissed your lips. He tossed the towel aside and got off the bed, tidying himself up in the mirror and putting on his pants. “Get yourself dressed, you still have work to do.”

“Yes, young master.” You responded weakly, throat hoarse from your cries. Despite the command, you knew he wouldn’t mind if you took some time to rest. He looked at you with a grin, placing a kiss to your lips before leaving.

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Hi, LoreKeeper. I was thinking... 2 years ago, I finished the story "The Mermaid's Tale" during this update back in 2023, could you gave me a recap about what happened to White/Black Pearl Cookie?

A Mermaid's Tale Recap/The Origins of Black Pearl Cookie

A Mermaids Tale is the story of how the kind and gentle mermaid, White Pearl Cookie, descended into a bitter siren of hate named Black Pearl Cookie.

History Archive

White Pearl Cookie wakes on the day of her Sea Foam Rite ceremony; a ceremony where gem mermaids get their special powers from the Almighty Sea. But, instead, the Sea herself visits White Pearl Cookie! The sea tells her that she is a small moon and will shine brightest when there is no light. Before the Almighty Sea can finish, she is cut short. At the end of the ceremony, despite the great events, White Pearl Cookie doesn't gain any powers. Devastated and overwhelmed, White Pearl Cookie swims off. Frilled Jellyfish follows in pursuit, desperate to make sure her lady is okay. But, to their shock and horror, White Pearl Cookie is captured by pirates!

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White Pearl Cookie's sister's devise a plan to go save their baby sister. On the ship, a cookie named Abalone devises a plan. When the eclipse comes, the cookies of the sea will be at it's weakest, and that's when he and his crew will rob the sea of its riches. Afyer meeting White Pearl Cookie and finding out the gem mermaids are real, he plans to captute the rest of them. Another Cookie, Lord Oyster (just.. Lord Oyster. 'Not Lord Oyster Cookie'), ends up meeting White Pearl Cookie in the tank that she is trapped in. White Pearl Cookie and Lord Oyster talk one-on-one, and the two get along. He visits her more and more, and eventually, White Pearl Cookie tries her best to get Lord Oyster to set her free and just before he can give an answer, the boat is attacked by White Pearl Cookie's oldest sister, Crimson Coral Cookie!

Lord Oyster realizes that the only way to get Crimson Coral Cookie to stop is if he frees White Pearl Cookie. So, he goes against hid captains wishes and pushes her tank into the water.

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White Pearl Cookie happily reunites with her eldest sister, but Crimson Coral Cookie wants to destroy the boat and those cookies once and for all. White Pearl Cookie stops her, as she doesn't want to hurt Lord Oyster. Crimson Coral Cookie understands and her and her sister retreat.

Meanwhile, on the ship, the crew is thankful thst Lord Oyster's thinking managed to save the ship. The cookies are also starting to question Captain Abalone Cookie after they realized that he would rather save the goods than his own crew-mates. Fearing a mutiny, Abalone Cookie kicks Lord Oyster off of the ship, and Lord Oyster falls into the ocean.

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While in the ocean, White Pearl Cookie spits him and gives him the ability to breathe underwater, as well as not making his dough soggy. The two go on to have a cute little date, and White Pearl Cookie tells him about her and the Gem mermaids. The two promise to meet again in the future.

When Lord Oyster reminds White Pearl Cookie of the eclipse, White Pearl Cookie starts talking about how she fears that the sea doesn't truly love her, but Lord Oyster reminds her that the sea called her "Little Moon", and how she can shine in her own. He then calls her, "My Moon." Touched by his words, White Pearl Cookie gives Lord Oyster the most important thing to her; her White Pearl. With it, Lord Oyster won't turn soggy in the sea. She says that once he has completed all his goals, they will be able to meet again.

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Lord Oyster's words ring in White Pearl Cookie's head, so she swims to the Tear to find answers. She touches the Pearl to speak with the Almighty Sea and feels power surge within her, and the Almighty Sea herself speaks to her. The Sea tells her that her power allows her to shine when there is no light. That gave White Pearl Cookie courage.

But, her happiness couldn't last for long, because the eclipse was beginning. And that's when Abalone Cookie and his crew attacked, but her sisters managed to drive them away. The Sea basically hypes White Pearl up as that's happening.

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Abalone Cookie, wanting to get back to capturing the mermaids, decides to buy the pearl off of Lord Oyster and use it to convince the other sailors to go along with capturing the gem mermaids. While Lord Oyster refuses, he eventually does accept Abalone's offer, with the promise that it will bring his family out of it's slump.

Eventually, Abalone succeeds on convincing the other sailors, and he goes back with his crew to capture the mermaids. Lord Oyster hears him and rushes to see White Pearl Cookie.

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As another eclipse happens and the gem mermaids are at their weakest , Abalone and his crew strike again. White Pearl Cookie's sister's order her to stay hidden, as she is the weakest of them, but she feels bad and like she could do more to help, so she disobeys their wishes. She swims to the surface to help two young mermaids, but comes across Frilled Jellyfish Cookie. Frilled Jellyfish Cookie follows her and the mermaids she was bringing back to safety. She tries to convince White Pearl that it's dangerous to go back up, but it's no use. In her anger, White Pearl Cookie lashes out at Frilled Jellyfish and swims off to the Tear to gain more power. But, a land Cookie had followed her there.

Frilled Jellyfish Cookie swoops in coming to fight him off with her lady. But, as she does, a horrible accident happens; Frilled Jellyfish Cookie is stabbed through the chest by a spear. In her dying moments, Frilled Jellyfish Cookie assures her thar Jellyfish never truly die, and that she'll be back. Still, White Pearl Cookie had just lost her closest friend. But, knowing that she will one day return gives White Pearl Cookie the courage to swim yp to the surface once more to try and take on the attackers. But, she is captured by Abalone Cookie. And, while she is in the net, she sees her Pearl. The Pearl that she gave to Lord Oyster.

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Lord Oyster is finally able to meet up with White Pearl Cookie after White Pearl manages to escape the net. He tries his best to apologize and explain, but it doesn't work, as he has betrayed her so deeply. She leaves him out at sea, vowing to never meet him again.

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White Pearl Cookie is captured (again) by Abalone Cookie. Crimson Coral Cookie comes to her rescue, but instead of waiting to be saved, White Pearl Cookie actively chooses to fight alongside her sisters. But, their energy wanes, and it seems that all hope is lost. But, lucky for them, the Almighty Sea was listening. With the sound if war and the tears of pearls, the Almight Sea rises, and makes her last attempt to reach the moon.

The sea rises higher and higher up into the heavens. But, just as she is about to touch her moon, the fatal mistake of dropping her sword comes back to bite her, and her entire body freezes, which creates the Tower of the Frozen Waves.

White Pearl Cookie realizes that, if she wants to defeat these cookies, she'll need the strength of the sea.

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White Pearl Cookie goes to the Tear for a final time. Pleading to the Almighty Sea, she touches the Pearl. But, the grief and pain of the Almighty Sea combined with her own is too much to bare, and it transforms her into a Siren of bitterness, power, and hate. A siren named Black Pearl Cookie.

With Black Pearl Cookie's great power, she destroys everything. The land cookies, Tearcrown- everything. Her sisters (and revived Frilled Jellyfish Cookie) were forced to flee from their transformed sister's wrath.

With that, Black Pearl Cookie no longer felt any love in her heart. Only a bitter hatred for Cookie Kind. Now, she lays in the Duskgloom Sea, sinking any ship that comes to her kingdom of solitude.

[foibles-fables]

Foibs, I am placing the blame entirely on you for how unhinged eternal strands has made me. For a game that gives you so much amazing lore, I still have so many questions! I need the DLC. I need a sequel. I need a series of origin comics. I need a week long seminar on cultural practices within the Mayda😤Anyways, long way of asking a littlest big guy question. How does the rest of the band interact with Emryn? Also, very important: does he get to take naps curled up with Arva?

if you're looking for an apology, you won't find one here 😌😌😌ougghHHh we need so much more. a trilogy. companion novels. an art book. a lore podcast. merch. this gorgeous world YBG has put so much love into creating deserves to be fleshed out. i won't rest until i've yapped about it enough to help make that a possibility. THANK YOU for giving it a chance and for adoring it! so so so glad you've loved it.

and thank you AGAIN for your questions about Emryn--my heart is so happy!!!!

I do think Brynn and Cas keep their family plans pretty private until they're really ready to go for it--maybe Brynn confides in Oria, seeking advice and guidance given the way having a child would affect both her duties as point and the band as a whole, but that's probably the extent of it. The others are probably a bit surprised when the two of them announce their intentions, but they're thoroughly supportive from the start--then by the time Em is born, and they see how much Cas and Brynn adore him, any lingering surprise or doubt is long gone.

Despite the very frank advice Oria gives to Brynn about being a point and a parent--that it's not impossible, but not easy, and also not for everyone, herself included in that count--she is taken with him, and always speaks to him quite seriously as a full and equal member of the band from his infancy. It's not uncommon to see her standing at the scry while Brynn is out, wearing him in a sling (or, when he's older, letting him sit on her shoulders), giving Cas a well-deserved break. Most of all, she's proud of his mothers, having watched them grow so much both individually and together in the years since she first met them.

Sola and Dahm are the equivalent of the double income, no kids aunt and uncle who spoil the absolute hell out of him. A typical moment of overexaggerated exuberance from Dahm is what earns Em's first real laugh, and Dahm doesn't stop talking about it for weeks. (finally, some overt appreciation!)

As the band's alchemist, Laen has plenty to do with Emryn's conception and Casmyn's pregnancy--though they respectfully ask to be spared of any granular details regarding the former. (even as a dedicated lorekeeper, there are certain things you don't have to or want to know about your good friends.) When possible, they choose to love Em from a few feet away until he's old enough to hold a semblance of conversation--infants aren't their strong suit--but after that, they quickly become his favorite minder, with stories and panjal lessons galore.

One night, when Em is a newborn, Sev shocks the band by effortlessly soothing him from screaming to sleeping when even his mothers couldn't calm him. When asked, he mutters something about younger siblings before he left home to join his found.

As for the hearthsiders--Hirun, while typically stoic around children, often comments on his striking resemblance to Brynn, saying that if he acts like her, too, then they're truly in for it. (he does, and they are.) Arek is the epitome of Jock Uncle who gets him all riled up with playtime and then hands him back to his mothers when he needs to wind back down. (let's be honest, though—nine times out of ten, Brynn is also complicit in the winding-up.)

and ARVA. Oh, Arva. She's like a sweet and gentle golden retriever meeting her owners' newborn for the first time--Emryn is her baby, too. Even if, at first, there are times when she gets a little jealous of the attention he receives, she makes it known with nothing more than an indignant little huff or moo. She accepts all nap cuddles and is gracious about accidental fur-pullings.

[nocturnalnella]

No Place For A Lady.

Summary:

To preserve her late father’s legacy and the knowledge he died protecting, Eira disguises herself as a male scholar and joins the Company of Thorin Oakenshield on the quest to reclaim Erebor. Cold stares, heavy footsteps, and a king with no patience for weakness — nothing could have prepared her for the mountain of a man who sees her as dead weight. But secrets never stay buried on the road to a dragon’s lair… and neither does desire.

Chapter 1: Deception.

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She shouldn’t have been there. Not among warriors, not among dwarves. Not with a pack on her back and a forged document in her pocket and her ribs bound so tight she could barely breathe. But then again, if anyone had asked what she should be doing, they’d have said embroidery. Or baking. Or marrying. They’d never say this.

Her boots sank slightly in the gravel outside the camp. The wind curled around her, cold and sharp and reeking faintly of iron and smoke. The Blue Mountains loomed behind, stark and bone-white under the clouds. And ahead...men. Dwarves. Warriors. Packing weapons, tightening saddles, arguing in Khuzdul. She adjusted your cowl, pulled it low over her forehead. Breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth. She’d practiced this. In mirrors. In shadowed alleyways. In the stolen hours between midnight and morning. Confidence. That was the key. Not swagger. Just certainty. Enough of it, and people rarely questioned her. Her hand went to the document tucked inside her coat. The seal wasn’t real. The ink had barely dried. But the name, Eiran son of Marnil, cartographer’s apprentice, fluent in Westron and Khuzdul, trained in historical recordkeeping, lorekeeping, and royal lineage. That was real.

Marnil had been her father. Her teacher. The only man who ever told her that her mind was worth something. They didn’t bury minds, the Council had told her after his death. They buried daughters. She swallowed that memory and walked forward. A dwarf with kind eyes and a white beard was the first to notice her. He looked up from a worn piece of parchment and gave her a long, assessing glance.

“You’re late,” he said mildly. “We ride at dawn.”

She pulled the document from her coat and handed it to him without a word. Let the paper speak first. Let him read the lie with his own eyes. He scanned it. Then again. One bushy brow rose.

“Marnil’s son,” he said slowly, as if tasting it. “We’d heard he passed.”

“He did,” she said, voice low and even. “But not before teaching me everything he knew.”

He looked at her again. Closer this time. “You don’t look much like him.”

“I look more like my mother.”A pause. A flicker of something like amusement touched his face.

“Well, we’ve no shortage of warriors,” he said, folding the paper. “But minds are rarer. Especially ones with knowledge of old lineages. You’ll speak to Thorin.”

She stiffened. “Now?”

“Aye. Best not to delay. He doesn’t take kindly to surprises.”

No one told her what Thorin Oakenshield looked like, but she’d read the records. Descendant of kings. Hardened by exile. Crownless, but proud. And when she followed the white bearded dwarf who later introduced himself as Balin around the bend in the camp and saw him… There was no mistaking him. He stood by the fire with his arms crossed, speaking low to a taller, bald warrior beside him. Not tall by human standards but solid. Imposing. His hair was dark and thick, braided and bound, and his face was carved from steel. Sharp. Stern. Tired in a way that said he did not rest often. Balin handed him the document. Thorin read it, silent. Then looked up at her. He didn’t blink. She met his eyes and felt the bottom drop out of her lungs. There was nothing welcoming in his stare. Only calculation. Judgement. She could almost feel him weighing her, her size, her strength, her usefulness and finding her wanting.

“Another scholar,” he said flatly.

Balin cleared his throat. “He’s Marnil’s kin.”

“I don’t care whose kin he is,” Thorin said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had weight.

“This is no errand for parchment rubbing sons of scribes.”

She bristled “My knowledge could aid you. I know old Dwarvish dialects. I’ve studied Erebor’s royal line, its vault systems, the histories of the First Halls and -”

“And can you wield a blade?” The question cut through her words like an axe. She hesitated.

“Not like a warrior.”

“Then you’ll die before the mountain’s shadow touches your boots.” He turned to Balin, dismissing her. “We’re not babysitting a scholar.”

“I’ll carry my weight,” she snapped, before she could stop herself. His head turned back sharply.

“And if you don’t?” he asked, voice like frost. “Will your ink and quills defend you when orcs come through the trees?”

“If you think ink has no power,” she said quietly, “then you don’t know the weight it can carry.” The silence stretched. Balin looked like he was holding his breath.

Then finally Thorin handed the document back to him. “You ride in the back,” he said, still looking at her. “You speak when spoken to. You do not delay us. If you falter, you’re left behind.”

She nodded once, trying not to shake.

“And if you die,” he added, “I won’t mourn you.” Then he turned and walked away.

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Later that night, she found a spot on the edge of the camp and sat cross-legged with a cold biscuit and her father’s compass clutched in her hand. She didn’t open it. Just felt the familiar shape under her fingers, the comforting weight. To find one’s way, even in darkness. She were in. She’d done it. The Company of Thorin Oakenshield would ride for Erebor at dawn and she would ride with them. Even if the man leading it hated her very presence. Even if her lie was a noose waiting to tighten. Even if every heartbeat in her chest reminded her that one wrong step could cost her everything. Because this wasn’t just a quest for gold. Or kingship. Or home. This was her father’s legacy. And her only chance to prove that she, too, were worthy of being remembered.

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[nyxshadowhawk]

My Hymn to the Muses

Since I can apparently write poetry now, I've decided to begin work on a hymnal. It's going to be a long-term project. As is proper, I've begun with the Muses. (I also really could use their help right now.) I was sobbing while writing this, so, that's how I know I'm on the right track.

To the Muses O Muses, from whom all stories flow Like the waters of the Hippocrene, that pours from Helicon’s towering heights onto the sacred planes of Greece; Daughters of Zeus and mothers of song, whose voices sound like chiming bells, heard in the ripples of the stream and the calling of the wind, singing stories older than the many languages of men; Your voices sing within my soul And always have, since I was born.

Urania, who in my youth led me to a sacred stream, and turned my face up to the stars; Calliope, who leads me through the lengthy stories that I tell; Terpsichore, who compels my limbs to express what’s in my heart; Euterpe and Erato, who with their sweet voices, charm my soul; Polyhymnia, who speaks to me now, encouraging me to praise the gods; Clio, she who calls my glance back to the rich lore of the past; Thalia and Melpomene, the witty players on life’s stage, who remind me to enjoy the show, and teach me how to cope with endings.

Pegasus brought me to you, Once, very long ago. And in that time you’ve taught me well How to sing and dance and write, the many arts of lorekeeping. Sisters, now I call to you-- fill me with the voice divine, so that always, always the words will come.

[ask-mythrite-ocs]

Lorekeeper what did you do?? Did you break in another timeline?

No… I was just getting more Lore!

…

I broke in another timeline.

No guilt?

No guilt. I mean did you SEE the look on his face?

Valid.

[sirinoya]

a transcription of the diaries/journals from the prismarine castle

i dont want to forget any of it, so i made this so i have easy access.. screenshots of the journal pages are after each journal transcription!

Edith's journals:

"Ice Wall" by Edith

It happened so fast, and it came out of nowhere! An ice wall split out city in HALF! I was busy doing errands when it happened. Our power regulators... they're encased. I'm at one of the towers writing this right now. Our bridges are flickering. This whole situation is looking pretty dire. I'm trying to stay calm and practical about it. I don't know whether or not Elise is over here yet, as I haven't gone looking. But if she's not here, then she must be on the other side, along with whoever else. Maybe this will be a temporary thing.. At least, hopefully our systems can get back to working before things become worse. Till next time.

2. "Elise" by Edith

Oh Elise... It's horrible out there, and I hope, not as horrible over there. The council is trying to break through the ice—I fear it is too strong... Every day I examine the perimeter, but it is getting harder now that the vents are blocked. Water is seeping in and I've noticed it has climbed to my knees. Eventually, I won't be able to go down to the lower quarters. I pray to find a crack in the wall soon. I will get back to you. My Elise.

3. "Accomodations" by Edith

The council has started to make decisions now for the 'greater good.' They are militarizing our situation. I feel as if I am a poseable doll. They are telling me to do this and that. We sleep on cots and eat portions which leave me hungrier than before. The water is now too high for me to walk through. I am stuck up with them. Without you... Elise, I hope your side is doing well. You might have fared luckier since Constatine is most likely with you. He knows how to guide us rightfully. Stay strong My Dove.

4. "Decisions" by Edith

Elise. it is getting dire now on our side. Whispers are being shared of abandoning our homes and leaving. Leaving!? Pah! I've lived here all my life, and with you. Nothing else is out there worth my attention. Only you. Only these memories of us. I'll stay here instead, if they do decide to leave through the cobbled walls.

4. "Cold" by Edith

It is getting colder in the air. My body shivers. The walls are getting crystalized by the ice. I can't even move if I wanted to... I can't feel much anymore either. I hope it's warmer over there for you, Elise.

these are all the journals i saw. twitch has stopped working for me, though, so i haven't been able to check through apo, graecie, martyn and kuervo's group </3 someone please tell me if there's another! tyty

[ask-lorekeeper-zinnia]

You're only taller than me because I haven't stolen your kneecaps yet.

[cozymochi]

Cozy, plz. You are killing me here. Absolutely floored by the Nyoka voice reveal vid.

I love Tia, I love Nyoka, I love Cecil, I love Emilio. The list is gonna grow as you share more.

Big dopamine rush when I see your work on my dash. It brightens up my day. Always proud of you.

(In reference to this) 💖DsdsfGdgdh

Thanks it was the most accurate depiction of my little vision 😭😭 I’d do more like it, but it’s veering a little too niche to be enjoyed outside of myself. So any future stuff like that is probably better off staying in the drafts, so to speak.

Why do so much when it’s easier to slap a still image over un-transcribed audio and call it a day? Sure would accomplish the same thing. I should be a corporate board member with an inflated salary so I can finally eat something outside of popcorn.

AS FOR OTHER CHARACTERS, aside from the one guy that’s still being revised (despite existing before Nyoka), the list will probably remain small 😩 I only really make characters if there’s a story I really wanna see (I mean no one else except @/oddberryshortcake the lorekeeper will see them, but still.)

still thank u for being proud of me let’s hope i don’t mess it up 💃

[kitty-is-writing]

writecamp day 34

thanks to @agirlandherquill for organising writecamp! today's prompts are here if you want to join in ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

a couple of the prompts fitted a part of Haven's Release pretty well, so here's a fresh WIP snippet inspired by these prompts:

The call of home

An unexpected invasion

"I've done all that I can."

Xhih’a stared across the plains at the distant lights of the human town. A mass approach would likely be interpreted as a second attempt at invasion, and fired upon before any of them had a chance to explain otherwise. Sending a single scout would only result in that scout's death, and while most of those remaining were loyal enough to be willing, she did not see any of them as disposable.

“Perhaps a spell, Piraj, to send one of us directly to their halls? You did so five years past, when you warned their Chief of the potential dragon attacks,” Xima’o suggested.

“Not this time. We must remain unseen for as long as possible. Using a spell here and now would attract attention we cannot afford to draw.”

The two of them stood side by side a while, silently contemplating the best course of action, until a faint sound made them turn as one. The librarian from the fallen citadel stood behind, watching them. “My apologies, Lokre, Piraj. I happened to overhear, and may have a suggestion, if you would hear it?”

Xhih'a nodded. “We will listen, librarian.”

“I remained in occasional contact with one of the human mages after they were returned to their lands. In that correspondence, I have learnt a few of their customs, and may be able to approach their town to speak with their Chief, or at least someone with authority. With your permission, may I attempt to do so?”

Xima’o thought for a second, then nodded. “As we have no better plan, you may make the attempt.”

Xhih'a watched as he tore a strip from his white undershirt, scrabbled on the ground for a stick, and tied the rag to it, making a small, crude flag. “This is a human custom?”

“So I have been told, Piraj. A white flag of peace. I shall approach bearing this, and if my information is correct, they will understand I wish to speak with them.”

Xima’o held up a hand to stop him. “Have you an assistant or apprentice? We cannot afford to lose any more of our history and knowledge.”

The librarian bowed his head. “My son, Qani’er, is able to take my place as lorekeeper if this should fail. I shall make the approach myself; better to lose an elderly male than a young one.”

“Then go, with what remains of our people’s strength.” Xima’o waved him forward, and he stepped out of the shadows under the trees.

They watched the lone, small figure cross the open plains that stood between their sheltering copse and the human town. His rough flag caught a stray breeze, flapping feebly on its stick. “I hope the librarian’s idea works,” Xima’o said after a moment’s silence.

“As do I.” Xhih’a watched him a little longer. “Do you suppose we will ever be able to reclaim our home, Xima'o?” She had not expected to miss the great citadel and the crowded streets of Zyain as much as she did.

“Perhaps one day, but I doubt it will happen in our lifetimes. We should make the best we can of this exile we find ourselves in, and make friends of these humans who have proved themselves equal to us.”

Xhih'a shook her head slightly. “It still seems odd, considering another kind as equal to ours. I know better than most what intelligence hides behind those flat, fleshy faces of theirs, but my heritage tells me otherwise and it is difficult to ignore.”

“We all ought to set aside that ingrained prejudice, Xhih'a. You and I have already made steps in that direction, but there is a long way to go. I've done all I can to guide what is left of us towards a better path, so far, but much of it must come from them.” The contraction belied her common upbringing, and Xhih'a was glad of the reminder of familiar things. Their home was gone, but it still called to her.

“We are making progress, however slow. The loss of all things that once held us in that mindset may prove to be a blessing, after all.” She paused, seeing the librarian reach the edges of the human town.

One, clad in the light armour of a guard, stopped him. They seemed to exchange words, though it was impossible to hear from this distance. After a moment, the human guard seemed to bind the librarian's hands and lead him into the town. Before they disappeared between the rustic houses, he glanced back and gave a brief nod towards the trees that concealed them.

“Now we wait, I suppose.” Xima'o shifted her weight slightly, watching the point where they had vanished from sight.

Xhih'a nodded. “We wait,” she echoed.

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