#ori being the sweetest!

[badwitch-if]

I need to know.. in ranking form. Which route I'd gonna be the hardest emotionally? Whose gonna break me?

Not like you didn't already start that shit with how the au demo ended... js.. stupid Ash!

Like Ash seems to be a tough one definitely!

but Poe seems like a bit of a manipulating turbulent route.. (using an old friendships knowledge as ammo against someone you were once close to is dastardly... i can't wait)

Although pursuing Ori seems so sweet i love a good best friend is the one vibe but especially with the rough relationship with everyone else including how close they are to MCs whole ass ex might get alil messy.

As for hunter... hunter is a mystery to me.

Hmm, I'm gonna go in reverse order because that's much easier for some reason 😅

Hunter is the least known to MC, so they're pretty mysterious to MC as well. They're excited to finally reconnect with MC in a more appropriate setting, but having the least amount of history with MC also means the potential for hurt is lower. It's probably more likely that MC would hurt Hunter than the other way around, they just want what's best for MC (while really hoping that includes them). {current update!! HUNTER = JULES!!}

Ori is the sweetest of the bunch but like you mentioned, there's some awkwardness from Ori being so close to both MC & Ash. Their route is tricky and will require more 'correct' choices from MC, in order to bypass the magical red tape. There's definitely a potential for heartbreak.

OG Ash is more confused than hurt. They still don't know why MC broke up with them and left them high & dry with the professional Demonhall teams. They're a lot more patient & protective of MC and the journey they're going through.

AU Ash knows MC as well as Ori does, if not better. And sometimes, when MC hurts Ash (whether intentional or not), they have the capacity of lashing out like a scorned Witxh. Ash isn't necessarily looking to hurt MC but they're definitely not concerned with protecting their feelings, either.

And then there's Poe. Ohh Poe. They're a huge wild card with a permanent chip on their shoulder. When they're around MC it's like they're constantly at war with themselves, over carrying this decades-long grudge or giving in to the moment. They have a penchant for acting out and that can often come at MC's expense.

But the RO who will be doing the most breaking hasn't been introduced yet ��

Thanks for the ask, that was fun (=

[shirefantasies]

do you have a fave member of the company and of the fellowship? if so, who and why?

⭐️⭐️⭐️

Oh ho ho! Well I’m glad it isn’t too overly obvious 😉 as far as the fellowship goes I’m a big Pippin girlie! From the company I love Ori so much, such a sweetheart and I love non traditional masculine characters every single time! And innocent cinnamon rolls are my kryptonite. I just love him! Bofur, he’s just so adorable and heartwarming and goofy and ahhh! Plus his early exchange with Bilbo is so iconic. “Think furnace with wings.” To quote what my personal blog @spacemanxpaninis has on its page about all my favorite characters:

On Pippin-

“My childhood fictional character crush! …that kinda carried into adulthood… I’m a sucker for humor and adorable innocent dorks, plus Pippin is extremely neurodivergent-coded and it does my clumsy screw-up heart good to see a clumsy screw-up type character. But you know what? Pippin is a hero. He overcomes so much and matures a lot and he’s not perfect, but that’s part of why I love his character. He’s different from all the other unique figures and has a heart of gold, but doesn’t always know how to use it. He wants to help and it breaks his heart that people around Pippin think otherwise and that in turn breaks MY heart. He’s just the cutest, sweetest man and I want to make him happy forever. Plus PLEASE that scene at Sam’s wedding I WILL maintain that is the funniest thing that happens in those movies darnit he is HILARIOUS. That and mission…quest…thing. Iconic. Who is doing it like him.”

On Sweet Ori-

“It kinda kills me how little screen time we got of each dwarf from The Hobbit because of sheer numbers and how much screen time they wanted to give to bigger names mostly the line of Durin. Because here we have dear sweet Ori, canonically in the movies the youngest company member and one of the most polite, this young scribe finding his courage alongside his big brother on a quest to reclaim a homeland he’s never even been to. Yes, more patterns, another cinnamon roll. I never said I had no blorbo type ok? I just adore Ori’s innocence but also the way he balances having traditional dwarf interests with other things like his art, writing, knitting, and such. He doesn’t entirely conform to his people’s standards, but seemingly isn’t too outcast for that either and I find that to be a high word of the dwarrow. Ori is just a little sunshine character for me that always makes me happy :) I wish others appreciated him more too!”

On Bofur:

I mean come on, everyone loves Bofur right??? If not THEY SHOULD! Like, his whole thing is being lovable come on. One of the most unique designs among the dwarves, Bofur looks far different from the stereotype and that’s a wonderful element of ‘not all of any given people look the same’ plus it makes him stand out even more. Bofur is such a comfort character- you know he gives the warmest hugs EVER and he holds you for as long as he can. Bonus points for being one of the first to really welcome Bilbo because he’s just that kind and accepting of a person, someone who would take a lot to really dislike somebody. Beyond being kind he’s also a great listener AND a great party companion, the epitome of ‘get you a man who can do both’ as equal gusto goes into dancing and singing and being with the people he loves and being there for them too. I just know he would be the best dad too ugh.

Lomls fr thanks for letting me rant and plug my personal blog anon 😉🥰

[izzytown]

okay so i had a request to redo my “the fellowship reacts to starbucks” post but with the company (and since this is my niche now, i’m here to provide!)

the premise is mostly the same as the other post, just my silly little headcanons on what the characters would drink at starbucks. i now present to you “the company reacts to starbucks coffee” (part 1/2)

i adore the hobbit, but even though I’ve read the book (and watched the films) a fair number of times, i’m much more well-versed with LOTR characters than i am with those from the hobbit, so bear with me.

note: will not be including gandalf as i’ve already included him in the fellowship’s post - pop over there if you’re curious!

thorin: the grumpy-ass prince himself need not trifle with complicated orders when going to the bux. in fact, i propose he only goes if he’s DRAGGED by his arms and legs by fili and kili during babysitting duty—he gets a dark roast pourover, regardless of what roast is brewed, just because he “respects coffee craft.” you will find him rolling his eyes whenever a frap is ordered, silently mumbling about how his local coffee shop under the lonely mountain is WAY better.

fili: the quieter, more thoughtful sibling, fili is hit or miss on caffeine. if he’s looking for something pretty caffeinated with flavor, i think he goes for an iced brown sugar, toffee nut latte. not too sweet, but very flavorful (just like his personality). if he ain’t feeling a lot of caffeine, he probably gets an iced black tea to have something to sip on while supervising kili's shenanigans. also, he gets a cheese danish as a little snack, it’s canon-

kili: this man is on crack. he’s a kid in a candy store when he walks into starbucks- first off, he gets a birthday cake pop EVERY time without fail (much to thorin’s bank account’s dismay). he’s okay with caffeine, but the taste of coffee is a little much for him, so he cycles through a strawberry açaí lemonade, a vanilla bean frap, a chocolate cookie crumble frap, or an iced chai with cold foam and caramel drizzle. just gallons of pure sugar in a 16oz “coffee” for this guy!

oin: now i know very little about oin, but what I do know is that he seems like he doesn’t give two shits about anyone (respectfully). to me, that sounds like someone who drinks an insane amount of espresso and could care less how long it takes to pull 8 shots. therefore, I propose he drinks a 6-8 shot espresso over ice in a venti cup, with a light splash of cream. the pedro pascal special!

gloin: dark roast is the only acceptable roast of coffee in gloin’s household, how else would gimli acquire his profound appreciation for coffee? gloin tends to go for heavier, powerful drinks, contrasting gimli’s love of a good 'ol cappuccino. gloin’s go-to if there’s no dark roast available is probably a hot black americano with a couple packets of raw sugar, keeping it classic while wanting a drink that packs a punch.

ori: this is the sweetest dwarf you ever did see, and i think his drinks reflect that. not only does he give the vibe of someone who doesn’t drink anything too caffeinated, but he also seems like he has drinks for every season. he’s happy to have a nice chai latte in the autumn, a decaf peppermint white mocha for winter, a peach tranquility tea with two honey packets during the spring, and probably a passion tea lemonade (sweetened with liquid cane) during the summer.

dori: he so slays. dori seems like a mom friend to me, rolling his eyes and being a responsible part of the company, so i’m gonna make the executive decision and say he probably gets a typical “mom” drink, which to me is an iced mocha (or black and white mocha) w/ no whip. or maybe a honey citrus mint tea if he’s feeling sick, trying to cut back on sugar (as if it’s any better for you Lmao)

part 2 is available here

[wolftheidioticfan]

heyyy mack it's 1am you know what that means

fun fact!! parrot is starting to show their true self. them without all the pain and fear and manipulation. they're very gentle, very sweet, very loving. they're very loyal and protective. they're very playful and mischievous.

they're showing that affectionate side to amie and ori. they're gonna start being more and more like their real self over time. slowly but surely. until they get pulled in.

it's a side of parrot no one's really seen before. they're the sweetest, silliest lil guy. it just all got stamped out years ago. they're going to go around the servers hugging people. they're going to play pranks and mess with Sam and jade and mark. they're going to try to preen amie's gills (and ori's, if he lets them) despite the fact that they are not feathers (LOOKS SIMILAR ENOUGH!!)

OUGHH AGGGGHH MY HEART DUDE... parrot getting to heal and be happy... That's like one of my favorite arcs for characters is when theyve been through hell and finally get to be happy again.

Amie would let them 100% he'd think it's funny. Ori would do that thing cats do where you touch their ears and then it twitches.

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Take me to War (The Crane Wives)

All of the words I've swallowed/All of the sharp things I've kept in my mouth/I am always bleeding out/Take me to war/Honey, I dare you/I'll be the sweetest thing/To ever scare you/Give me a fight I can't resist/Give me something to break with my fists

"You know when like. you're just *angry.* and you want to fight something, want to *hurt* someone. that sick, burning *anger* that sits heavy on your tongue. that's this song. It's made to scream with a gravely, angry tone, throat raw and torn."

Shriek and Ori (Gareth Coker)

"I'm a sucker for songs which end a story that tie everything together, and man, this one did it. There may be three songs following this in the soundtrack, but this, aside from maybe the very first song in the series or the song which established a certain motif I'll talk about later, is the Ori song of all time. It has instruments which clearly resemble the boss being fought itself, and almost resemble that of the original final chase from the first game. It has violins, which I'm a sucker for, as well as heavy emphasis on every instrument which could amplify this scene to its greatest. There's a brief hint of the biggest motif in the series, first shown in Restoring the Light, Facing the Dark, only to be drowned out by the boss theme. Then, shortly later, right at 4:33, the motif that has played during most big encounters throughout the series, from the first escape sequence in the series to now, returns in full force, with all the power of the theme of the boss itself. In the final Ori boss fight, I had high expectations for the soundtrack, and man, the level of callbacks made it so that that song delivered."

[illithilit]

what flavor is your soul?

BLURG IS.... ROSEMARY.

ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

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[ below the cut: Graz, Ori, Mourndax, Sayak, Yzare ]

GRAZILAXX IS.... LAVENDER.

oh moon child, restless sleeper, tell me what it's like to dream? you float along the margins of reality, picking up the pieces of fallen memories to sculpt into your own realm. you are searching, but your tongue is quiet, quiet, quiet. open your mouth and sing my dear, silence only does you good for so long. and here you planted roots in the darkness, where not even the moon can reach your leaves. there is such a thing as being too practical, for you sail your ship on perpetually calm waters, and never have you spotted land. your mind has wings, uncage them! allow yourself to dream, you are not too far gone. there is no such thing! trust in yourself dear.

ORIANNA IS.... HONEY.

"sugared mel e lingua serpentis." sugared honey from a serpent's tongue. oh dearest, look how you gleam. how the sunlight dances off your shoulders, how the heavens shine across your wingtips. but you are hollow, hollow, hollow. even the taste of nectar can choke a man. sometimes the sweetest flowers hide the sharpest poison. you lie to yourself, the worst lie of all. you needn't be so obsessed with perfect. the greatest beauty lies in our faults. do you think the moon apologizes for their mara? no, their craters add to their glow. my dear, breathe. you are not an island, breathe, before the honey drowns you. you wish to be lovely, you long to be loved. but did aphrodite trade her powers for perfection? she did not. you can be beautiful, and also whole. be whole above anything else dear. a heart of diamonds is worth nothing if inchor oozes from it. inward. look within and question how well do you know yourself? little petal are you trying to be a god? why? can a god bloom from sullen soil? no. you are whole as you are.

MOURNDAX IS.... SALT.

ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

SAYAK IS..... MINT.

oh spry little dryad, spinning sprite, you drift through life as light as lion down. you are the chimes of churchbells and the laughter of faeries. gossamer and spidersilk shine from your ribs. life is fleeting, you more than anyone should know that. something we love today may never see tomorrow's sun. you pride yourself on skipping through moments, soft and merry. but you do not let your soul be tethered. is it for freedom or fear, sweetheart, that you do not let yourself be tamed? you are as fresh as and wild as bluebirds in snow, you smile at your problems before dashing away. hoping they will never catch up to you. but even nike can't run forever. you have been hurt before. but that is life. you wish to never feel that way again, but regretfully I must tell you that is nothing short of impossible. life is but part sorrow part sun, you cannot have teacups until they are burned by the kiln. oh I see the scars child, they shimmer down your chest, I see the pain in your eyes. but I also see the stardust. keep smiling, but allow tears also. you do not have to be solely wonder, fear, you are allowed to be bitter. so bite, and scream, and laugh, and love. that is what makes life worth living.

YZARE IS..... CINNAMON.

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Hey hey!

This is an interesting way of doing this, and I'd be honoured to answer your questions! Let me see...

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Erm, I'd say most of my Ori fics are rather sweet. My Hobbit writing in general is much sweeter and fluffier than my Silm-writing for example!

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Seat of my pants. I try to do a general outline for events and exchanges so I don't lose myself in a 50k plot, but that never really works out...so...pantser all the way LOL

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Yup, defo. My favourite would be the Christmas Hallmark fic from a few years ago (it's an Ori fic that I've linked so many times lol)...

I quite enjoy Valentine's Day as well...and Halloween to a certain extent (even if I don't celebrate Halloween).

Thank you so much for these questions. I am trying to work through my Tumblr notifications after being away for so long, but I admit I am quite daunted.

<3

Thank you for being absolutely awesome!

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[sorisooyaa]

Paper Planes

Pairing: Ori x @i-did-not-mean-to​

A/N: Yes, I’m supposed to be asleep and resting! But this idea had been floating around my head all day and I could only think Ori with it and ofc, it’s Ori It has to be Angel :D

I had sat outside for the longest time. The heavy weight of the day was still on my shoulders, enough to suffocate me under its growing pressure. Add my own thoughts and doubts its power only multiplied, bringing me closer to spilling the tears I tried so desperately to hold back.

I wanted to scream... cry... shout, but something kept me from doing so and I rocked myself back and forth, trying to control the emotions within that were trying to spiral themselves out of control.

It wasn’t fair how the world worked in twists and turns, to drain out the very essence of the living soul inside one; to crush away the dreams one treasured, trying to put together a life worth living for one.

But unfortunately, there are things in this world that perplexed and angered many... and even killed one, pushing them over the edge because they could no longer take the weight, pressure and hate thrown at them from every corner.

Though one thing can’t exist without the other, some saw it as a blessing, and others saw it as a curse. I guess, it truly depends on the perspective of things that happen. Fo hurt to exist, there must be comfort, like two opposite sides of the coin, or the when day breaks into the night, giving the moon and stars to shine.

It was like that, the light touch of his hand being placed on my shoulder, touching my skin to send warmth through my body and lift away the fog that dared to cloud my mind and heart with darkened thoughts and wishes.

As if his touch is what pulled me out of treacherous waves that tried to drown me day in and day out.

“Ori...” I whispered, as my mind settled and the beating of my heart calmed until I felt only his touch and presence.

“Come here, Angel,” He whispered, reaching for my numb body. He looked for any signs of hesitation or denial from my side, and receiving none, he carefully wrapped his arms around me. He let me rest my head against his chest gently.

I listened to the soft beating of his heart, a peaceful sound that rocked me like a sweet lullaby if I was ever in need of sleep. There was a feeling of warmth and comfort within it; a touch from him and I was home, where I could block away anything and everything that tried to harm me. And I would do the same for him if anyone dared to harm a hair on his head.

The numbness in my arms and body broke; it melted away, and I freely let my arms wrap themselves around him. I pulled myself closer to the warmth he provided, trying to keep myself away from the fog that filled me with dread and darkness.

From my lack of speech, Ori understood there weren’t any words I could formulate right now, I only wanted the feel of him close to me, steadying me against the waves that tried to drown me each time.

And yet still Ori spoke, providing words, ones I wondered if I deserved.

“You’re loved and cared for. Please, do not let any convince you otherwise, Angel,” He almost pleaded with me, his thumb gently stroking my back, while the other hand drew soft circles, “There’s nothing wrong with you, it is the world that is wrong. It doesn’t know how to accept one another. It is flawed from the surface to its core. And the least we can do is shower it with kindness, and hope the receiving end will take it to heart and help another,” He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, before continuing, “We can only do our part, and our part matters! That is why we should not change ourselves to the way the world tries to bend us. We cannot let the flawed world break who we are...”

I think I nodded at times, a part of the agreeing but the other part of me doubting, enough to let my fear and anxiety rise.

“Can I show you something?” Ori suddenly changed his words, smiling down at me. The soft espresso shades in his eyes shone beautifully, and it memorised me every time.

I frowned, but he simply reached over to my bag and took out my notebook.

Opening, the midsection, where words or scribbles of my inked pen had not touched, he smiled at me excited, holding the edging of a page, “Can I?”

With the excitement in his voice, I did not have the heart to deny him. From the light nod of my head, he immediately (and carelessly) ripped a page from my notebook.

I laughed as the stubborn page only cut halfway, leaving an odd-shaped oval in his hands.

He rolled his eyes and casted it aside for now, before ripping out another, carefully this time around, “Ori, what are you doing, my love?”

It was very unlike himself to suddenly rip a page from a notebook, “You will see,” Was all he said, quickly putting those expert hands to work, yes of course there was more than one use for them.

I watched with interest, now eager to know what he was up to as he folded the angles until they were pristine and sharp. He folded the little piece of paper from many sides, asking me to hold it at one point as he made sure everything was folded nearly.

It was only a moment later. I realised, he was crafting a ripped piece of paper into a little paper plane. Once again, checking all the sides and folding them with more might until he was sure they would stay in place, he turned to me, his eyes twinkling beautifully; they put the stars of the night sky to shame, “Ready?” He asked.

I nodded slowly, and he carefully lifted his hands the paper plane held with a soft grip, before he released it into the air. I watched, my eyes following its flight until it fell, no longer under any influence.

“We should to learn to fly like this over hardships and obstacles. And there will always be times where we crash,” He said, gesturing to the paper plane on the ground, then getting up to retrieve it again, “But the most important thing is that we keep trying, keep it going... no matter how many crashes we have, because in the end, you say, I did it, I have overcome it, now I deserve some ice cream!”

I laughed, rolling my eyes as Ori finished. Once he sat by my side again, he reached for my hand, letting us hold it together before we both released it into the breeze, letting it carry on with its journey.

And this whole time, Ori never stopped, always making me floating and souring, letting no fog cloud my mind and heart. He kept me loved and safe...

[grigori77]

CRITICAL ROLE, Campaign 3 Episode 31

Imogen takes a sneaky peek. And 2 points of psychic damage. Nearly goes down because SHE DIDN'T TAKE A SHORT REST!!!

Fearne (about Morrie): "Did you guys ever date?" Ira: "No. She has standards."

"Ludinus?! You fucker." The Cerberus Assembly are in on this shit?

What's with this forcefield shit? The Nightmare King's not being very trustworthy and I never thought I would ever say that ...

Oh, he gone. The prick.

Chetney: "Let's shove letters in where the crown was and see if we can see anything." Sam: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!"

MOON CITY!!! UNDER THE WEBBING!!!

"Were there parks? Was it a nice place?"

Hondir got the skinny on the cage! The Divine Gate? This is Pre-Calamity God stuff ...

Oh wait ... the experimenting on werewolves ... we forgot about that too ...

Ashton just smashed the lens and NOBODY NOTICED FOR THREE MINUTES!!!

Laudna: "What the fuck Ashton?!"

Matt: "Back in the old D&D days Taliesin would have gotten experience points for that.

Call him ... Mr Calibur ...

Sack of gems. Laura pockets it IMMEDIATELY. This is the most classic Vex'ahlia thing she's done for ages.

Marisha: "I try to haaaaa my breathe on the blank paper, National Treasure style." Taliesin: "Does her breath even heat up like that?"

Oh shit, could Joe work out how to work this telescope? Whoa, wait ... DANCER?!!! Fuck ... that's right ...

Chetney gets wood talking about Dwendallian wood.

Orym: "Well I don't know much --" Sam and Travis, singing: "Don't know much, but I know I love you ..."

Chetney: "If we go talk to Treshi about all these gods and stuff he's gonna think we're idiots." Laudna: "I mean we are ...."

I love how Laudna's still giving Ashton shit about the lens.

Imogen: "What if I keep licking the paper?" Chetney: "I think it takes more than that but you can keep doing it for MY pleasure."

Birdie (about Fearne): "I mean how could you NOT fall in love with this cute ... TAAAAALLLL young woman?"

Laudna: "Something that's been bothering me ..." Chetney: "Your scalp?"

Okay ... so Imogen and FCG are looking into Birdie and Ollie's minds ... why am I so worried about this?

Ollie's memories of Ira are sort of ... smeary?

Matt: "So I'd say as you're both holding hands ... or tongues ..."

Seriously guys DO NOT BREAK OLLIE'S MIND!!!

Taliesin: "Just carve your names in his thalamus." Sam: "FCG was here."

Shit ... Ira just BROKE them, didn't he? :(

The music box ... Birdie: "Ollie, look what the scary little man made!"

Guys, just TAKE A LONG REST!!!

Good old Fred Boon ...

Yes! FCG got his 3 x 100 gold diamonds! Resurrection insurance for the win!

FCG: "You don't have to hit ALL your problems." Ashton: "I don't know, a lot of them need to be hit."

Fucking hell Orym and his scary high perception scores ...

Imogen casts Fly on Laudna. Orym finds it terrifying.

Beau returns in spirit ...

"Curiosity" on a stone, in Sylvan. Travis: "Passion on a biscuit."

Laudna: "Want to go for a ride?" Chetney: "Oh my god ... TAKE ME." Matt: "I just want you remind you it only lasts for ten minutes."

Taliesin rolls a 9 on an investigation check. Basically Ashton just TRASHES Ira's room.

Imogen and Fearne have a heart to heart about her parents. FCG: "Is there therapy going on over here?"

Fearne (in the sweetest voice): "Oh I'm mad. I'm very mad. I'm so mad I'm thinking very very bad things."

Chetney gives Fearne a doll. An ACTUAL doll. From Travis. How the fuck?

Ashton: "Are we fucking parents up? I wanna hit a parent!"

Okay, seriously, the way Fearne is so sweet when she says dark things ... I really do wonder if she's a psychopath sometimes.

Fearne: "I have a child." The whole group is SPEECHLESS. Fearne: "He shoots fire." Them (and me): "Oh, she means Mister."

They name the doll Caviar. Yeah ...

Pate arranges a potential threesome with Caviar. Oh my fucking god ...

Orym is worried about the psychological wellbeing of all these puppets. Me too, Orym. Me too.

Imogen really IS the leader of this group. Orym isn't the knly one who sees it. "I know leadership. " Gods yes he does.

KEYLETH OF THE AIR ASHARI!!! THE VOICE OF THE TEMPEST, PEOPLE!!!

Liam: "I did not just Hadouken you in the V." Matt: "KO."

FCG casts sending to Dancer. She sounds like she doesn't know who the fuck she's talking to and sounds haunted as hell. He doesn't have a spell slot to respond. SHIT.

HOLY FUCK Laura, where the hell did that belch come from?

Ashley, are you really gonna touch the purple rock right now? Ashley, looking at Matt: "Oh god he's got THAT LOOK on his face."

Wow ... Ashley's guide to how to be a chaos gremlin continues.

Holy shit, that might be the best Twitch Subscription ad yet ... XD

Oh thank god, finally a long rest.

Fearne: "Where did you get it (the hair)?" Laudna: "Oh, I know where he got it."

OH FUCK!!! Fearne managed to trigger Delilah's return! Shit! Ashley, what hath thou wrought?

Seriously, Laudna, you should not be encouraging this! Delilsh IS NOT a devil you want sitting on your shoulder.

Snitches get stitches. Be witches. End up in ditches.

Notes = chaos.

Oh fuck ... FCG tries to contact Dancer again and it seems like xhe's SCARED of him, that he DID SOMETHING to her. And then he takes FOUR POINTS of ... something. Matt won't say what. This is BAD.

He BREAKS. Literally. Like TOTALLY, andnearly takes Imogen with him as she tries to work out what just happened to him. WHAT THE FUCK?!!!

Chetney tries to fix him. By HITTING HIM WITH A HAMMER.

Sam: "I ... I guess I'll just buzzsaw him."

OH SHIT!!! MURDERBOT!!!

FCG casts Spiritual Weapon. As a WOOD CHISEL. Chetney: "Turn him off!"

FCG: "Why don't you shut up! Why don't you shut the hell up!"

Matt: "Everybody roll initiative." The group: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!"

Matt: "FCG's normally white eyes are a venomous red." The group: "Oh shit!" Taliesin: "FCG's Ruidusborn!" Matt: "I got news for you bitches. YOU'RE ALL RUIDUSBORN!!!"

Marisha: "I inflict 50 points of damage." Matt: "Well I should ask you ... how do you want to do this?" Sam: "Um ... I have 56 hit points." "Oh, I guess I was looking at the wrong character sheet."

SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW?!!! LAUDNA, NOOOOOOO!!!

Ashley: "I will cast Heat Metal." Matt: "How do YOU want to do this?"

No, FCG is TRANSFERRING his suffering to Fearne and Imogen.

Okay ... seriously, is it over?

Laura: "Okay, I'm gonna cast calm emotions on this WHOLE FUCKING BUBBLE!!!"

Ashton: "All right, I am watching you all like a fucking hawk."

Orym hoists him upside down. They wake him up and ... FCG is back to normal. He has NO FUCKING CLUE what just happened.

Oh sweet fucking god ... IS THIS what happened back at the cave before Ashton found FCG?

Wow ... Ashton just rolled a 21 for intelligence?

It's hilarious that Chetney was actually IMPRESSED by all that violence.

THE RETURN OF WHITESTONE ANDY!!!

Everybody's a powderkeg. Except Orym. Ashton finds it kind of irritating.

Imogen: "FCG, you're a person with some serious trauma." FCG: "Thank you."

Chetney uses Minor Image to show FCG what he looked like during the episode. FCG: "That's horrifying." Chetney: "It's your ultimate form."

Imogen: "Hey, this is like a warning. If he goes all limp and staticky we don't HIT HIM IN THE HEAD!!!"

Y'know, Orym's right, this episode has just been all about the whole group being a personal MESS.

Imogen (to Chetney): "I know you enjoy it when you wolf out." Chetney: "EVERYBODY enjoys it."

Imogen: "I'm willing to kill all of you if it means protecting the rest of us." Orym: "You're dead to me."

Whoa ... it was Pussy's buzzsaw ... which is ANOTHER thing I never thought I would ever say ...

Laudna: "She (Delilah) wanted the rock. The one Sashimi gave birth to."

Awwwwww ... finally some more quality Imodna content. Yay!

God damn it, the whole group just went through the wringer in this one. Holy fuck, Matt!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Come sail away - Part IV

-> Part III

Dearest @laurfilijames, I hope this can entertain you while you're resting. I love you ❤️

Words: 3.9 k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT! (also soft boys and praise)

Summary: The grand finale (so basically...sex)

“Do you think they’ll be alright?” Maura sat down on one of the deserted deckchairs standing alone and forgotten along the empty beach, drawing Fíli in to follow her like the moon moved the ocean without ever touching it.

“I don’t know,” Fíli replied slowly; he respected her too much to lie, “I am truly sorry that this didn’t work out the way we had hoped it would; Ori is a good dude, but he’s not super convincing.”

“There lies the problem,” Maura interrupted him rather harshly, “he is a little too convincing; he’s scared her half to death and I understand her!”

Fíli’s eyes narrowed as he caught the hint of trembling in her voice; he knew that he could intimidate a man if he tried to, but he had never expected or wanted to frighten the woman he loved with all his heart.

“You’re just all a little too perfect,” she grumbled, “and it is uncanny.”

“Kíli is dumb as fuck, he’s been in love with his best friend for ages and hasn’t caught on yet. Ori might well already be crushing on a woman who has no interest whatsoever in him, and my poor ass is hung up on a lady who doesn’t seem to be interested in taking this relationship any further. We are far from perfect; Kíli and Ori have managed to injure that poor girl, I mean, come on!”

“She injured herself,” Maura contradicted, “and where do you want to take this relationship?”

“I want to be allowed to come to your apartment,” he burst out, not thinking about it beforehand.

“To my apartment? When?” Maura frowned at him, at a loss about what he wanted to say.

Fíli just shrugged; he didn’t know how to make her understand that all he wanted was a place in her life that was entirely his, but if he had to ask for it, it would always feel like a well-meant but not very earnest gift.

“Ok,” Maura rubbed her chin absent-mindedly, “apparently Lexi and I both had a point; I love you, I do! You can come to my flat whenever you want, whether I am there or not; you are welcome, you know?”

“Kíli will be back soon,” Ori sighed against her lips, but somehow, his hands wouldn’t obey him when he tried to retract them from her skin.

Lexi didn’t care; Kíli was a grown man, and he didn’t need anyone to come and turn on the TV for him. She had no doubt whatsoever that he would be peachy on his own, especially as she was convinced that it was him and not Maura who had ratted on her.

Her friend would never make it that easy on her, no, Maura would have wanted her to slink down in abject shame and seek Ori out.

Once again, the other woman’s insult came back to haunt her; how often had she moaned about wanting a man to actively come after her without being pushy or even so much as confident about winning her over.

“Why did you come up?” she asked, compelled by some intrinsic desire to hear something disappointing.

“I was worried about you; I told you, I am a natural worrier,” he chuckled, still unable to let go of her even though the heat of her naked body was slowly seeping into his veins and firing up his own blood; she was beautiful to him and it had been a time since he had last held a naked woman in his arms, trembling with a tension as old as time.

“Am I yours to worry about?” she teased him and felt his lips quirk in dismay before he admitted that – obviously – she was not his in any way or form, but that he couldn’t – once again – help it.

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” Lexi sighed.

“I am sorry? Believe me, I’d also rather be sexy like Fí or funny like Kí,” Ori muttered, “but I am – undeniably and irreversibly – cute, little Ori. Ori and his computers. Ori and his books. Ori and his hopeless inaptitude when it comes to women. Believe me, I’ve heard it all before.”

“I think you’re sexy,” Lexi confessed breathlessly; she remembered his arms around her body and the cute, snow-white butt she had gotten but a glimpse of, and she would have lied if she had claimed that her standing naked pressed against him had nothing to do with that spontaneous striptease before dinner.

“Don’t mock me,” he whispered, “I know better than that. So, are you alright?”

“More than alright,” she replied, letting her hands fall from his shoulders to his upper arms to pull him closer in hopes to seduce him into another one of those slow, melting kisses; she could smell the sweet scent of his skin under the run-of-the-mill deodorant and the clean smell of laundry detergent, “bring me back to bed, please?”

Thinking of her foot, Ori lifted her the way he had several times before, only – even though she had been scantily clad before – she was completely naked now and when the soft flesh of her chest was pressed against him without the protective layer of wet, clammy fabric, the effect was quite a different one.

His clothes seemed to burn on his skin as if he had developed an allergy to cotton in the last few minutes and heat crept up his neck to pool in his cheeks while her eyes sparkled like pearls on the bottom of the sea with unspoken promises.

“Is this seduction?” he asked quietly as he set her down on the edge of the bed but didn’t retreat.

“It is whatever you want it to be,” Lexi purred sensually when she recognised the slow burgeoning of lust in his gaze.

“Oh, then let it be seduction, please,” he laughed in self-derision, “or let me flee this room and your naked self.”

After a second though, he added: “No pressure, it was just a joke. I am…not like that.”

Of course he wasn’t, Lexi thought with a mix of emotion and pity; he evidently thought that telling a woman that he wanted her was sexual harassment, even if she presented herself naked and obviously inclined to be kissed by him.

“Come here and kiss me again then,” she invited and giggled when he stepped up to her immediately; she let her thighs fall open to accommodate his form and gave a small huff of surprise when he simply dropped on top of her, his lips caressing her own ever so carefully.

She could feel the solid ridge of his arousal press against her and tilted her hips to get more of it, strangely excited by this unspoken confession that – beyond the shadow of a doubt – was mortifying in the highest degree to the poor man himself.

“Is Maura around by the way?” she asked to give him some time and room to breathe through the panic flickering in his eyes.

“No, she’s gone out with Fí,” Ori informed her sheepishly, “why? Do you need her?”

“Well yes,” Lexi patted her salt-crusted hair, “I need someone to spot me while I shower; I guess that honour falls to you now.”

The expression of horror and desire on his face made her laugh out loud, but he diligently scrambled up and extended a hand to her.

“Alright, let’s go,” he declared bravely and grinned at her.

“You are aware that you’re going to get naked and hold me while I balance on one foot?” Lexi asked as she hobbled over into the bathroom.

“Maura would have held you? Naked?” Ori stared at her in wide-eyed amazement; the images running through his mind made his blood boil and Lexi’s exhilarated laughter did nothing to dispel the heat.

“Yes, it’s much less sexy than you imagine it to be,” she chuckled while she leaned heavily on his arm to step over the rim of the bathtub gingerly to get the water running.

“Ah, well,” Ori muttered indecisively, looking down in utter and abject misery at his treacherous body that would show her in a second just how erotic he found the mere idea of two beautiful women cuddling under running water.

“Get rid of the clothes and come here,” Lexi laughed; she had to lean against the wall not to lose her balance which was dangerous enough as the wet ceramic was slippery, and her head was spinning.

Her word was his command and – reluctantly but steadily – he peeled out of his sober, unexciting garments to lay bare the soft body of a man who spent too much time hunched over flashing screens in dark rooms; once more, he wished he could display the sun-kissed muscles his cousins paraded around so proudly to provoke that amazed look women generally got when gazing upon them.

“Well hello there,” she laughed when he stood – naked as the day he had been born – under her blazing eyes that were sparkling with amusement.

“Don’t mock me, kissing a naked woman who tells you about another naked woman hugging her wonderful body necessarily has an effect on a man,” Ori grumbled, stepping in behind her and extending his arms readily for her to lean on.

“I am not mocking you,” Lexi sighed, “you are truly too precious to be true.”

He held her through her whole intricate shower routine, flinching every time her hands brushed his body and stifling a moan as she let her palms lavish suds across her generous chest just underneath his very nose; he was not a tall man, but God knew he was tall enough to look over her shoulder and follow the movement of those slender fingers across sun-kissed skin.

“Need some?” Lexi asked and gave the shower gel bottle a tentative shake.

His first instinct was of course to tell her that he had already showered, but his voice had been washed down the drain together with the rest of his dignity.

Lexi turned around in his arms, settling her cheek on his shoulder as she had before and he couldn’t help tightening his arms about her, pulling her closer and hence intensifying his own torment as her warm, wet skin was now flush against his own heated flesh.

“I might have ruined my bandage,” she whispered, watching the discreet shiver rippling through his skin to die in the darkness of his eyes; he was beautiful in ways he could not fathom himself and she couldn’t get enough of it.

“I’ll redo it,” he promised, stepping out almost hastily and leaving her swaying; before she could collapse though, his arms were back – solid and reliable – and he swaddled her in another towel before lifting her out of the tub and onto a small – mercifully empty – cabinet.

As he knelt in front of her, Lexi was overcome with a sense of self-possession and playfulness that was exceedingly rare for her and so she let her thighs drift outward – knowing full well what view he’d have from his position – and waited for him to look up.

“Woman,” he cursed when he finally did, pressing his lips ardently against the inside of her calf, “are you purposefully trying to drive me insane? That’s not very nice, you know? You keep saying how sweet I am to you and yet, you keep torturing me.”

Fíli pressed her down flat onto the woven surface of the chair, covering her neck laid bare by the flimsy sweater that felt soft and worn under his lips with kisses and her body with his.

“I want this,” he murmured, “I want to take you while only the moon and the ocean are our witnesses.” “A holiday fling?” Maura joked, but he nodded solemnly.

“Yes, I want to be your holiday bimbo, your Christmas ugly-sweater-partner, your wedding plus-one, your TV buddy…”

“My man,” she whispered, “is that it? You want to be my man?”

The light jumper she had thrown on was slipping off her shoulder and his lips caressed and teased this new spot of naked skin for a moment before he hummed his acquiescence; was it so wrong a yearning?

Already, her legs squeezed him in that rhythmic way that made his thoughts fly apart; urgency surged like a wave within his chest and his fingers clawed at the irritating, shifting garment as he dropped his hips to grind against her, grinning when her lips parted in a silent moan of pure desire.

The air smelled like salt and secrets and Fíli took a deep breath to regain but a quantum of control over his urges, but when her own sweet scent mingled with the aroma of freedom, a desperate groan escaped his gritted teeth.

“I need you,” he whispered, and his eyes started to water – blinking was impossible when Maura looked so beautiful in the moonlight – when her tongue drew lazy patterns onto the side of his throat.

“We’ll be arrested,” she giggled, but her hand was already feeling down his quivering stomach to tease the pulsating bulge between his legs; she was wrapped around him like a protective layer of flesh and beauty, and he wished that this would be his shroud.

“If you keep doing that,” he said while cocking an eyebrow, “they won’t even have time to unpack their handcuffs before I’m done.”

“Want to come to my room later then?” Maura asked as she inserted her hand between his clothes and his skin; all of this had a summer camp feeling indeed, the blind fumbling behind a rickety beach shack and the clumsy kisses in the darkness.

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Fíli admitted, “I want you, right here, right now.”

Maura could think of worse places to have sex than a deserted beach – some of them having been explored thoroughly with Fí before – so she leaned back and let him crash over her like wave, leaving wet trails of kisses on her skin that seeped into her veins to drum her blood up into a storm.

Their bodies seemed to have a mind of their own because – even before any conscious decisions or plans were made – his hips started rocking against Maura automatically, exerting delicious pressure that was just enough to make her whole body tingle with want but not sufficient to get enough friction to truly satisfy her.

“Don’t you just love the sea?” Fíli sighed, breathing in the fresh salty smell as deeply as he could.

Maura rose up against him and – in moment of tenderness – he switched their positions and set her down on his lap, putting his chin on her shoulder and encircling her shivering body with his strong arms; despite their insatiable hunger for each other, they both yearned for these quiet moments of deep-felt connection that could so easily get lost in their hectic lives.

Caressing her throat with one hand, Fíli traced the lines of her body – the smooth elegance of her arms and the tight curve of her hip – with his fingertips of the other, lost in the sensation of holding her like the shore held the sea: loosely and yet passionately.

“I do,” she replied and let her eyes flutter shut slowly; she lost herself in his sweetness and when his fingers dipped into her heat quietly, her sigh melted into that of the ocean breeze.

She had expected urgency after his words, but his touch was slow and coaxing, his fingers trailing absent-mindedly over the soft fabric that was already damp with her arousal which only exacerbated his own, and yet, the surge of hurried desperation seemed to have abated.

This was moon-love – calm, sweet, and deep – unlike the fiery rush of passionate encounters under the blazing sun; everything seemed to have slowed down and time ran lazily through their intertwined fingers.

“I love you,” she breathed into the night air and moaned when his warm palm slipped under the camisole she was wearing to unhook her bra and cup her breast gently, kneading it in time with the slow song of the waves.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slowly pulled down her shorts just enough, holding her – propped up on her knees – against his chest still while freeing his leaking cock from the confines of his own trousers leisurely to let it graze – hot and silky – against the skin of her bum.

Arching her back, Maura made sure to let him feel just how ready and aching she was for him and when his hand – smoothing caressingly along her flesh – was replaced by his cock, breaching her slowly, she let her head fall back against his shoulder in self-forgotten revelry.

Steadily and tirelessly, Fíli rocked her like a ship on the waves, his hands reaching around her to tease her all the way to the stars and back tender and intimate; as she exploded into seafoam and starspray, Maura yearned to eternalise this moment forever.

The sky was full of light and her heart was full of love for the man who could hold her without chains.

She felt him shiver behind, against, and around her and his soft moans of release sounded like music to her muted senses.

“Let’s stay here for a bit,” he whispered, tightening his arms around her almost fully dressed body, “to hell with brothers and cousins.”

“To hell with them, indeed,” Maura grinned, enjoying the sticky warmth of their lovemaking dripping onto the eternal and mute witness of the starlit sand.

“What’s going through your mind then?” Lexi asked coyly, waiting for him to meet her burning gaze.

“This,” Ori whispered and trailed soft kisses along the curve of her calf up to her knee, “tell me to stop!”

“I won’t,” she laughed, the sound breathy and strangled with want as that ridiculous, little moustache of his grazed along her tingling skin so slowly that she thought that she would go mad before he ever made it to the juicy bits.

“This is unlike me,” he tried to defend himself even as his hands slid up the outside of her thighs and tugged hard at the towel veiling her naked form from his questing eyes; she could see that he was earnest enough, the heat of embarrassment and passion sitting high in those rosy cheeks, and she even forgot to feel inadequate when that flickering look settled on her own mesmerised face.

“You’re beautiful like that,” she praised; often had she dreamed of a man like him – someone who could kneel without having to compensate by feigned anger – and now that she could look down on his glowing features, her heart galloped furiously within her heaving chest.

He merely hummed before caressing her with a tongue she had expected to be tied by good manners and overwhelmed astonishment; slow and teasing, his fingers slid along the swollen expanse of her flesh, and she couldn’t stifle the shivering cry of relief.

Despite her own lack of inhibitions, Lexi had had a hard time finding any man who was attractive to her and willing to touch her at the same time; being drawn to shy, quiet men had ever been more of a curse than a blessing to her.

That was…until she had met that gracile creature sitting devoutly between her open legs and devouring her as if she was made of chocolate and cream.

When she tried to pull back, overcome with the intensity of the sensations that kept rocking her body like shockwaves, he tightened his grip around her legs and pursued relentlessly until her head fell against the cold, hard wall behind her with an audible bang.

She whined his name more than she called him, begging for him to stop, imploring him not to; her mind dissolved like a drop of blood in the ocean and her body melted into those churning waves of insanity.

“Beautiful,” she panted again when he stood up clumsily, holding on to her hips as if to steady himself, and tilted her face towards him in invitation of another one of those sweet kisses.

When it fell like summer rain onto her open lips though, Lexi had to admit that this was far from enough; pushing herself up on the small cabinet, she plundered his mouth recklessly, going as far as to nibble on his lower lip in her greedy need of his unconditional mellifluousness.

The smell of his skin and the taste of her own lust on his lips were intoxicating; far from being satiated, Lexi closed her legs behind his lower back like a vice in an effort to draw him closer to that voracious heat thrumming deep within her lower abdomen.

“Woah,” he exclaimed when the tip of his cock but brushed her wet folds, achingly ready for him, “are you sure you want to do this?”

Lexi cocked one eyebrow at him.

“I am; are you?” she laughed, rubbing herself against him to make him feel just how much she wanted him.

“Very much so,” he admitted passionately, but the soft, nipping pecks he lavished upon her throat were still torturously tender and sweet; the contradiction between the throbbing testament to his unbridled lust and the cautiously delicate blandishments of his lips drove Lexi half insane.

She wanted to imprison him in the purgatory of her desire and burn every brick of that wall he had erected around his heart to the ground; when he pushed into her slowly, she rocked forward to meet him mid-stroke, sinking her teeth into his bare shoulder.

As expected, he flinched, surging forward and filling her to the brim, and she made a sound so deep and vulgar that she would have been ashamed of it if she had but the awareness to mind it.

“Let me take you to dinner,” he moaned as he started moving inside of her, “let me invite you out. See me again?”

Lexi agreed, she would have agreed to sacrificing her firstborn son in this moment of blind, mindless, irreverent passion, but a part of her also really enjoyed him.

His breathing accelerated and she increased the tension of her legs, forcing him to pound into her with short, deep bursts that made him grit his teeth in his struggle not to lose control.

“Oh, you’re glorious,” he panted, letting go of her leg for a second to cup her breast and – when he contorted impossibly, straining against the constraint of her legs to close his lips around her right nipple – a second orgasm – flatter, faster, and sharper – singed through her like a live wire.

To witness how the tension rose in a crescendo before draining completely out of her face was more than Ori could take and – burying himself deep within her – he climaxed with a tremulous cry of sheer relief.

It should not have surprised Lexi that he didn’t pull out and leave right away; it was strangely in character for him to hug her against his frantically beating heart and kiss the top of her head tenderly.

“Dinner then?” he whispered, a note of apprehension in his voice.

“Dinner,” she agreed against his skin, “and then…my place or yours?”

“You…” Ori fell silent. “You want to repeat this as well?”

“Yeah,” Lexi laughed, “you can bet your sweet ass on that. Would you imagine that? I guess there are plenty of fish in the sea.”

So, that was the last part of this story...special thanks to @laurfilijames for the inspiration and the readership :D

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I'd be glad to get a comment or a reblog if you have the time <3

Thank you and have a lovely week

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[forjongseong]

“Have a nice day, Miss,” Mingi smiled, his eyes disappearing. You said thank you with the sweetest voice ever before turning away.

STOP IT NANA YOU ADDED MINGI OMG MY hART!

Jay eyed your drink and saw the message on the cup “To: Miss Y/N, an angel without wings”. His eyebrows furrowed.

YEAH JAY BE JEALOUS YOU DOODOO HEAD!!! lol jkjk he is the sweetest hehe

Jay followed her movements with his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He then made eye contact with the barista, Mingi, who he swore was judging him silently with his eyes.

mingi me too!!!! me tooooooo!!! let's fight jay rn omg im rolling up my sleeves as we speak!

“I can write a 10k-word document explaining why and how to tell a girl that you’ve got a girlfriend. Men do this all the time!

OKAY THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH!!!! girlboss!yn frfr because the frustration, i tell you!!!!!!! fgdhasjdaskd

“But how do you say you have a girlfriend without making it sound weird?”

i'm about to punch him! lol jkjk but gimme that empty iced vanilla latte because i'll throw the ice cubes at him hahaha

You then pretended to text and mimic Jay’s voice the best you can.

“Oh, sorry, Hyunseo, I have a date with my girlfriend that day, I can’t go. Oh, that’s a great café, Hyunseo, it’s my girlfriend’s favorite place. Hi, Hyunseo, do you have any suggestions on what I should gift my girlfriend?”

WHEN I FUCKING TELL YOU THAT I SCREAMED AND READ THIS OUT LOUD HFAJSDAHSJHAHAHAHA NANA PLEASE I AM WHEEZING MY STOMACH HURTS

“Forgive me?” He asked, lips moving against your skin. “I will do everything you say.”

“You already do that. I’m your boss,” you snatched your hand away and started walking.

ASDFGHJKASL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IN YO FACE JAY

“Then can you take super cool candid pictures of us?” Sunghoon joined the conversation, looking somewhat hopeful.

WHY ARE YOU HERE FOR THIS SUNGHOON, GET OUT

Heeseung nodded. “I don’t mind working on weekends, I could use the extra money. I could be your second Mr. Lee.”

You chuckled at the idea before you looked at Jay. He was shooting daggers at Heeseung with his eyes.

now i understand what ori meant with mr. lee fdgasjdhajs im wheezing so hard rn omg

“Personally, I was just looking forward to driving a Benz.”

LEE HEESEUNG LMFAO OKAY BUT SAME LOLOL because if i had chance i'd do it too hahahahahaha

“I want you all for myself.”

i just melted all over the floor bye

“I will feed you,” Jay cut you off, busy unboxing the meal he ordered for you. “Just keep typing.”

standards EVERYWHERE omfg i need my bf to read this gdhsajdhaj

“Evening, Miss,” Heeseung bowed slightly and Jay rolled his eyes at him.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahhahahahahahah i love this

“You don’t need me to open your door, do you?” Heeseung asked Jay as he made his way to the other side.

Jay squinted his eyes in annoyance. “Just shut up and drive.”

I'M WHEEZING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON HAHAHA NANA PLS OMG

Great, another Lee, he thought.

THE LEES ARE OUT FOR JAY HFJASDHAJS ITS A SIGN LOLOL

“Well, I can,” he placed your hand on his shoulder and rested his hand on your waist, taking your places on the dancefloor. “And you can just follow me.”

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOMG MY HEART IS POUNDING SO FAST

Yeji had both hands covering her lips while Keeho’s mouth was agape. “Did you see that?” Keeho asked Yeji. She nodded.

ME SQUEALING WITH THESE TWO

that ending omfg nana i just LET ME CRY?!?!?!?! THE ANGST IS SO chefs kiss because i am ready for the next part to come so i can cry more and happy clap like a seal when they patch things up IF THEY DO IN THE NEXT PART ahhhhhhhhh i am a mess rn

OF COURSE I ADDED MINGI I ACTUALLY FELT BAD FOR LEAVING HIM OUT OF THE GANG HASHDASDHAS my goal is to add as many idols as I can as cameos

NOT ME drinking vanilla latte AS WE SPEAK

and Jay being surrounded by Lees is super unintentional I really just noticed it in this part HAHSHAH

I actually felt bad because they literally 'broke up' after sex which is DEVASTATING BUT LIKE THE ANGST IS NEEDED

I AM ALREADY WORKING ON PART 5 RIGHT NOW!

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Fic Questionnaire

@ford-ye-fiji tagged me to do this; thank you. ^_^

How many works do you have on AO3? 106

What's your total AO3 word count? 395,897

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 27 fandoms, though for most of them it’s only like one or two. They are Akatsuki no Yona, Bungou Stray Dogs, My Hero Academia, Hunter x Hunter, Tales of Zestiria, Tales of Berseria, Tales of Graces, Tales of the Abyss, Tales of Xillia, Tales of Hearts, Tales of the Rays, Professor Layton, Noragami, Pandora Hearts, Dai Gyakuten Saiban, A Series of Unfortunate Events, RWBY, Tangled the series, Doki Doki Literature Club, Ori and the Blind Forest, Vanitas no Carte, Genshin Impact, Kiznaiver, Boku dake ga Inai Machi, Kuroshitsuji, Ai the Somnium Files, and Charlotte.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? “Pictures, Posters, and Tender Beauty”, “Plus Est En Vous”, “My Reason”,  “I Am Here, Too”, and “A Bandage for my Scars, and your Heart” ...Not surprised that four out of five of those are MHA fics, but I will never understand how that Tangled the series one I did got so insanely popular..... maybe because the show director himself acknowledged it. 0_0

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try to, though I have to shamefully admit I pick and choose which ones I respond to. I appreciate every comment I get, of course, every writer does, but idk, I just feel like a broken record responding to all similar shorter comments with “Thank you so much!!! I’m so happy you liked it <3″ or something like that... Is that cruel of me? >_> I also feel weird responding to comments on my super old stuff, because aside from a few exceptions, I don’t really like most of my old fics anymore alkgklflkkl and I barely remember them enough to be able to give a reasonable response to comments on those. Instead I just put all my energy into responding to longer, more detailed comments, because with those I actually have more to work with to say back... But again, I love all my comments!! I’m really sorry if I don’t respond to your comment, it doesn’t mean I’m not grateful, I just don’t know what to say back OTL

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Haaaah, there are a few, but proooobably the most angsty ending would be in “Smile, and maybe tomorrow, you’ll see the sun.” Since the thing is basically 12k words of agonizingly drawn-out All Might death... :’) Though I meant for the actual ending to be somewhat hopeful/bittersweet? and I surely have other ones that have more painful endings... But that’s the obvious one that comes to mind, since I’ve had multiple people yell at me for it. :)

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I can’t remember any instances of outright hate, but I’ve gotten some... odd comments every once in a while... Or just some annoying criticism that the person didn’t intend to be mean about, I don’t think, but that realllly wasn’t warranted. These comments are very rare though.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Noooo way in hell lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? ....I mean, not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yeah, I think I had at least one someone asked to translate into Russian, although they put it on FF.net lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No... I really want to though. Multiple friends and I have planned different ones, but we haven’t gotten around to doing any of them yet because I’m into different fandoms atm and also dealing with health problems that distract me.... My ex-friend and I had a major one that was in the planning stages, but then she stopped being my friend so it never got off the ground. :’) I’m still upset about that...

What's your all time favorite ship? Mmmmm that’s hard; I don’t ship that much at all, so although I have a few favorite ships, one in particular doesn’t really stand out to me as my hardcore OTP.... Buuut I guess I would say Snow/Serah from FFXIII; I love ff13 so much, it’s so special to me, and those two are just the absolute sweetest and the heart and soul of the game 🥺❤️ I haven’t written anything for them or ff13 in general, but maybe someday.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I only ever have one WIP at a time, so..... Hopefully not my current long one, I am constantly trying to slap myself for thinking, intimidated as I am by it with all my ideas for it and all the research I need to do. :’)

What are your writing strengths? I think I’m really good at writing characters’ emotions... the emotions they show, and everything they’re feeling internally. I really like the stream-of-consciousness style of internal monologue I’ve started using within the last few years; I think it’s very... cathartic? In general I just think I’m good at writing softness, cause I definitely feel the soft feels rereading my stuff lol

What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation.... starting a writing session and not getting distracted.... ADHD.... what do I do. :’) Although I just said I like that stream-of-consciousness style I use, I often feel like I use it too much, or things get redundant, and too wordy and overwhelming, bah..... I’m also shit at just.... knowing things, like worldbuilding, but like, real-world stuff that everyone knows, but I’ve been living under a rock my whole life and not done a lot of things that are normal for most other people, so I struggle with that in my writing, which is why all my fics not-so-subtly eek around mentioning things like food and irl places and so much else, haaah.... now I’m got myself writing 1800s Victorian London; someone save me

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Ehhhh only do it veryyyy sparingly, like when a character is startled and might briefly revert to their native language, or something similar. I just did that in one of my recent fics, actually, and looked up a few Russian words, being super anal about getting it right.... and I still got a comment correcting my Russian, even though it was only like 3 words in the entire thing, with nothing else to say about the rest of the fic... it was a little frustrating :’)

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for? Akatsuki no Yona/Yona of the Dawn. That was the first series that really got me into fandom and making online friends, and gave me the courage to try writing fics; I’m so grateful to it for that, and it still remains one of my favorite mangas <3 Ah, to be able to pump out fics as easily and quickly as I did back then...

What's your favorite fic you've ever written? I think it’s still “Manufactured Hearts, Real Happiness”, the sole Tales of the Abyss fic I’ve written. TotA is my favorite game of all time, and I wrote this for a Tales big bang that happened a while back; it turned out much longer than I ever anticipated, one of my longest fics to date, and pretty much exactly how I wanted it to be, which is always the best feeling... I was so happy to feel like I did my favorite game justice. :’) Now.... my dream is for my current WIP to become my new favorite, if I can pull it off right; we’ll see :’)

Uhhhh I’ll tag @sixtyfourk , @cenally , @arcane-palm , @kyoukalay , @magicmetslogic , and @evevoli03 , if any of you want to do this~

[idjitlili]

Shrimp Dick Azog.

Kili x reader, requested by anon.

Summary:  Kili convinces you to to join him on hiding from his royal duties as a prince.

Word count: 2899

Warnings: Language , sorry watched Moulin rouge.

So, you hadn't actually grown up with Kili and Fili, more like bloody thrown from the sky a year ago, into their world. Not their world, middle earth. Was not the best thing you wanted, you had just been walking down the stairs with a lightsaber,why a lightsaber? You knew the answer, whether it was yours or someone else's, you knew.

Oh, the dwarves did not like that at all. Surrounding you in a circle a circle , most under average height men, one tall old man and a cute curly haired toddler. Activating the lightsaber, glowing blue, humming as you held it, several confused faces around you.

"Witch!" The men definitely did not know of the modern world, you thought you had landed right into 17th century.

"I do not know what your game is, kidnapping me , but I will use this, stay back!" Feeling like Wendy from the shining, swinging the lightsaber.

Swoosh.

Woosh

Pssshhew

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVVVVVVv

vvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvWWWVV.

Yeah wasn't long after that you were a part of the company, you had a higher purpose according to Gandalf, so be it. Okay, it would've been horrifying if you had accidentally hit one of the dwarves when you first met them, not long would they have killed you. Why? Because some how it had became real getting into this world.

Basically you were a padawan and a Jedi master at the same time, highly dangerous with no experience. Was this necessary for the Gods to do this? No it was not, however , Lili just misses Obi-wan, okay?

Being very young, not a minor, but young in the eyes of the dwarves being between the ages 60 and 300. You had been befriended by Fili and Kili quickly;even if you were shy and made friends difficultly. They welcomed you and made you feel comfortable, oh don't get me started on little Ori. He knitted you a blanket within an hour of your arrival, he wasn't just the youngest , he was the sweetest.

Kili right off the back he was a teasing, you weren't sure if he just wanted to get a hold of the lightsaber.  Of course you couldn't just be Fili or Kili's friend you had to be both, they were not just brothers, they were best friends.

You did end up being best friends with both, Kili on a slightly higher level.

At the battle of the five armies, no one stood a chance, the orcs struggled to defend themselves from the lightsaber. Though, you should've let Thorin killed Azog he would not have made it. So, you had simply cut Azogs shrimp dick off and then sliced him in half.

Thus, the battle was won, saving the line of Durin was your greater purpose.

Though, once Azog was defeated Fili and Kili had run into the ice ,unharmed mostly , towards you and their uncle. Kili had slipped pretty fast, smacking his face right into the solid ice, you were surprised he didn't break his nose. Fili went to stop but his younger brother was already back on his feet grinning larger than ever running again.

Your lightsaber still on, humming in the background, stuck out to the side. Thorin heavily breathed, his arms crossed like he was not exhausted , thankful his nephews were safe.

"Oh, OH, who did that?" Kili and Fili smiling up to their uncle and you briefly before Kili had noticed the tiny dick on the floor. Maybe Kili had trouble distinguishing what the small thing was, Fili and Thorin joining in to look. Thorin's face snapping back to yours with disgust ,sighing.

"Y/n, you cut Azogs cock off?" Jabbing Kili in his ribs, at his language , Fili had let out a snort of laughter, patting you on the back.

"I'm sorry, who killed him? Me? So,"

Kili hadn't hesitated picking up the small dick, with two fingers, holding it up to you, too close, stepping back, he had stepped forward.

"Stay back, stay back, I'll kill you with the lightsaber or I will run away with Legolas I always wanted to taste a princess's puss- STAY BACK."

The rest of the company not long after had made it to the four of you, and the shrivelled dick was taken and put on to a cocktail stick . Placed in a glass box on display to present their power towards the Orcs. You were not sure really why they thought that would be a good idea.

Imagine bomber comes in and mistakes it for cocktail sausage.

Erebor was reclaimed, you Bilbo welcome to stay for your contribution to the quest, not just because you saved their stupid arses. Anyone could have seen that was a trapped. Bilbo had went home not long after, promising he would come back, he just really wanted to check on his hole. You having nowhere else to go you stayed.

Though it was a good idea to start, as Erebor filled up the less time you spent with the brothers. The royal duties pulled them away constantly. It was not like you exactly fitted in, you were human, you didn't have a beard to your hips, you were a 'warrior' now but that was because you a had a fucking lightsaber.

Most days you'd be in your chambers with a book, good from the kitchen, or taking your little money from the quest to the now rebuilt markets of dale. It was hard to make friends, so, you were alone. Sometimes you'd visit Bofur in his toy shop or Ori in the library.Frankly , you went to Ori often, he gave the best book suggestions.

You rarely saw Fili or Kili anymore unless they were rushing by you in the halls in a hurry , not even glancing at you.

A whole month of being alone had went by, on that night you began to pack. You figured to go visit Bilbo before heading Gondor, it had been without an heir for years, with Ecthelion II as the steward. Minas Tirith was the city of man, you had no where else to go. Unless you lived in Mirkwood as a witch.

With your bag packed, you left your chambers, during the night, early morning, so that you would not be questioned. Your shoes tapping against the stone , leading yourself out of Erebor quickly.

At the top of a set of stairs is when you head it, the pounding against the stone someone was running. Rushing down the stairs , at an increasing speed, trying not to trip. "Y/n?"

Your face. Your race. The way you talk, I kiss you are beautiful. You knew that voice, the voice of a flirt now panic, as you ran towards the entrance of Erebor.

"Y/n, wait!" But you didn't you continued running as fast as you could, ignoring Kili's pleads that echoed through the empty halls. Well, until you tripped landing flat on your face, against the cold stone, just as Kili had.

"Y/n!" Rushing towards you still, he had knelt by you, flipping you on your back, your eyes shut and motionless. "Please , don't be dead." His voice soft, letting out a load dramatic sob, you were not sure if it was real, his hands on your cheeks squishing them. Pushing his hands off you forcefully, sitting up to look at him. The moon light brightening his face from the sark halls, only a few candles were lit.

"I'm not dead; just wanted you to go away." His shoulders sank , as did the smile he gave you, his chestnut eyes dulled looking over your form and your bag.

"Where are you going...y/n?"

There was no point lying, you were clearly going somewhere, no I'm not going anywhere bullshit.

"Gondor."

"Gondor? Gondor?! Why would you go there? What do you have there?" He was not happy, you both just sitting on the cold floor, staring at your feet as Kili stared you down.

"What do I have here? I've done what I was meant to." Kili had scoffed in annoyance his face scrunching up as you stood from the floor.

"You cannot be serious. Y/n/n, please, I was coming to see you before I saw you in the hall. Don't leave."

"Well, that's lovely."

"Y/n, please don't leave me, please..." The voice soft, cracking into a higher pitch, your feet halted in place.

"Walk me back to my room."

With that, Kili did a bright smile on his lips, grabbing your bag, and your hand. As he skipped to your room, pressing a large kiss to your cheek.

"See you in the morning, love!"

You were alone again, sleeping in your bed with all the furs over you, you fell into slumber. What only felt like minutes had been hours , waking up from your door being slammed open. You forgot to lock it... Jumping out of sleep to see who was there, your hair stuck to your face , your eyes sagging.

Closing the door, there stood Kili smiling at you panting, his hair wind swept, leaning against your door. You had let out a groans falling back onto your pillow, your eyes slamming shut. For a moment there was no sound no nothing, but you knew you would not be able to go back to sleep. Especially when Kili had jumped onto your bed, specifically onto the pillow next to yours.

Turning your head to the side, there laid Kili his head held up by his hand with his arm in a triangle. Yeah on his side, that pose, grinning at you.

"Good morning."  Half tempted to grab your pillow and cover his face with it you had let out a moan again, flipping to face the other way. The bed got lighter, Kili had left no he had not, he was going to do something you wouldn't like. Seconds later, the squeaking of draws being opened , hit you, you were not getting more sleep.

Your eyes now wide, after rubbing the sleep from them, sitting up against your pillow- You could clearly see Kili going through your draws picking items of clothing out. Wait, what was he wearing? He had a long brunette wig on. Hold on he was not picking out one outfit, but two. Did he think you were the same size?

"I'll buy you more." Like he knew what you were thinking, he turned and threw some clothing at you. "Hurry up, I need you to help me." His tone serious, not harsh nor loud just differently his flirtatious usual tone. There was no point arguing, the stubbornness of dwarves.

Going behind the divider after peeing you had gotten dressed quickly. "Take your tunic , and pants off, put on the undergarments for when I'm done."  Standing still for a moment Kili watched your shadow, opening his mouth to disagree but quickly closing it. He wondered about how you did not even question what was going on.

After it was clear for you to come out, Kili had thought you would laugh, but instead you loosened corset lifting it over his head and over the shift. "Do you want it tight?" Your casual tone,  caused Kili to become distracted, your hands gripping the strings waiting.

"I'm sorry, did you say t-tight?" Kili looked at you in the body sized mirror his cheeks pinched pink noticing you holding the corset strings.  "Oh, just believable not too tight." Kili's mind was somewhere else. Letting out a dramatic cough at the slightest pull you had decided that was enough, he'd moan for the rest of the day.  You hadn't been used to these dresses either , you rarely wore them, only since you had been in Erebor. That was only for special events, today must be one of them.

The petticoat already on him, helping him into the hoop. Keeping his own shoes, you had pulled the final dress layer on him, helping him with his wig no gloves his hands were too big. Okay he had thick arse, muscular chest so he looked like dam. Kili stood before you, dressed in your clothes, he had only stubble , passing as a Darrow dam would not be hard.

"Truly beautiful, Kee." As he spun around in front of the mirror before stopping in front of you, grinning widely. "You think?" Nodding at him, he spun again. "As do you ,my lady." You had scoffed, as you brushed your hair.

"Why did you need me do this?"  Dramatically he had turned back to you with his mouth open. "You of course, how else am I supposed to get out of my duties, if everyone can recognise me?" That was very clever for Kili anyways, had he been thinking about this for a while?

“Well, what are you going to do today, Miss?”

“We are going to flirt with old men.”

“What?”

“Come on, we have some mischief to cause.”

That’s how you ended up at a ball, which Thorin was fuming because he could not find his nephew, Fili had told Dis that Kili had went to Dale for Bofur. She did not believe it. A ball without a Prince? Disgraceful.

Whereas he was there, with you. Pretending to be well behaved woman as you ate food and drank. Music playing in the background...wait was that Jareth singing? Yes it was, sorry about that, oh and Freddie Mercury? What? I’m sorry Kenobi too?

Men approaching the both of you, Kili laughing along with their jokes, and slapping them ‘gently’ on their shoulders, one had dropped their glass, rubbing their shoulders when walking away.

It was very embarrassing when both of you were facing the food table when you had been tapped on the shoulder. “Can I have a dance, my lady?” Both of you turning around, at the same time, Fili’s eyes widened when seeing it was you.

“Oh, Y/n, you look absolutely lovely, and who is your friend?” His eyes meeting Kili as he sipped his drink, spitting his drink all over Kili. His eyes travelling up and down his brother in shock and disbelief.

“Kili?!”

“Shh! I am Keanu, of the blue mountains.” Fili had looked back at you covering your face from trying not to cry with laughter, his face reddened snorting out a laugh too.

“This was his idea wasn’t it?” Nodding at the Prince he had bust out with laughter, lifting your hand to his lips pressing a kiss to your knuckles before travelling away, towards Dwalin...

“Would you like to dance, y/n?” It was not strange for woman to dance together, nodding, he had grabbed your hand as the song changed, leading you to the floor. Heroes tune playing , anything is possible.

‘And you, you can be mean.’

‘And I, I’ll drink all the time.’

‘Cause we’re lovers’

The two of you elbows locked as you swung around together, dancing around , Kili had even lifted you above his head like he was Patrick Swayze. You told him you couldn’t do that back. Eventually ended up become tired really fast, your heads in each other’s shoulders, careful Kili’s wif did not fall off.

Swaying together, your eyes locking as smiling at each other, giddy. Kili’s eyes flickered down to your lips for split second before returning to your eyes, trouble is what comes from that smirk.

“You know what would really cause a scene?” Shaking your head slightly, frightened, well not really.

“If we kissed, right now.” Your heart pounding in your chest, he wasn’t seriously surely? His hand reaching to cup your chin, his chestnut eyes glistening in the yarn light.

“What are you are you asking, Kili?” You weren’t sure if he even heard your whisper over the noise of the ball.

“Y/n/n, darling, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” His lips were upon yours pressing a long peck against your soft lips, before pulling away from them. The cold air hitting your lips from the loss of warmth. Cheeks pink ad you looked at Kili. “You know, I love you, Y/n.”

“Yes, I lov-“ Though your confession was cut short, as several gasps had alerted Thorin and most of the original company, as well as Dis. Who all saw some of what had just happened, yes lesbian relationships did happen in middle earth just not often. Nor were they so public.

“Y/n!” Thorin called you other, your hand intertwined with Kili’s you pulled him with you, towards Thorin, Dis, Fili , and Dwalin. Thorin’s disproving gaze on both of you, jealous not disproving, he longed for a certain small fellow.

“I am sorry to disrupt your night with your date, but for your safety I must advise you do n-“ “ Kili?!” Dis had interrupted her brother, Dwalin had sighed under his breath. Thorins head had snapped to his sister looking around for Kili with no luck. Until, he had followed her eyes, to next you.

“Kili?!” Smirking at his uncle, oh gosh he looked like he was going to have a stroke, how could he not see it, this was like Clark Kent with no glasses just a wig.

“Sorry, this is Keanu, Kili is in Dale at the moment.”

[finrad]

Unexpected Party - Thorin x Reader

I suck at writing for the dwarves because they're not really my type (I prefer more feminine men and women) so I'm so sorry if this isn't good.

0o0o0

You walked to Hobbiton with the young dwarves, Fili and Kili. The three of you were to find the hobbit home with a mark on it and knock on the door. A dinner was awaiting in the home, and you were starving.

"Are you excited to see Thorin?" Fili teased. He and Kili suspected that you fancied Thorin, who is your uncle. And their suspicions were true. You did fancy him.

"Stop teasing, Fili," you began. "it's getting annoying."

"I believe that our uncle will not be pleased when he sees you." Kili stated. "He wouldn't want you in the company, don't you think?"

You pursed your lips. "No, he would not." you answered. "But I shall be joining you all whether he likes it or not."

The beautiful green lands of Hobbiton appeared closer and closer until soon, you were facing a round, green door. This was the home you needed to be at. Kili knocked on the door loudly. A hobbit, who was shorter than you, Fili, and Kili answered the door.

"Fili-"

"-and Kili..."

"At your service!" the brothers said simultaneously. You and the two brothers bowed.

"You must be Mr. Boggins!" Kili told the hobbit.

"Mr. Baggins." you corrected him. "His name is Mr. Baggins." The young dwarf shrugged.

Mr. Baggins then said that he wasn't expecting company and that you shouldn't be at his house. Fili and Kili then talked to the hobbit before quickly walking in. Inside, Balin and Dwalin were preparing to eat.

In hardly any time, the other dwarves, except for Thorin, had arrived at the hobbit home. As soon as everyone entered, there were sounds of cheering, chatting, eating, and singing. Gandalf, who is a wizard, was also in Mr. Baggins' home.

Soon, you and the dwarves were drinking ale and being very noisy. Fili and Kili decided to tease you. "Thorin is going to arrive soon." Kili nudged you with his elbow. "He's going to see you and confess his UNDYING LOVE! And you are going to say I LOVE YOU TOO, THORIN!" You blushed and hid your face in your hands.

It seemed that Bofur heard Kili's teasing, as did the others, as he shouted, "Look at who likes Thorin!" He pointed right at you. Everybody else stared at you. And then they began to laugh and joke.

"I'm telling Thorin!" Nori yelled.

"I do think he loves you, too." Ori claimed. "You are a good match for him. Plus, you are wonderful!" You smiled. Ori was the sweetest dwarf of them all in your opinion.

Everyone messed with you until one of the dwarves burped loudly. Ori then burped louder. Almost everyone in the room erupted in laughter. And after you all happily ate, Ori asked Mr. Baggins, who was talking to Gandalf, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but what do I do with my plate?"

And that caused you and the other dwarves to start messing with Me. Baggins' plates and silverware. "Be careful with the knives!" shouted the hobbit. "You'll blunt them!"

"You hear that, lads?" asked Bofur. "He says we'll blunt them!" Since Bofur was Bofur, you knew that a song was to be sung right about now. And you were correct.

Blunt the knives

Bend the forks

Smash the bottles

And burn the corks

Chip the glasses

And crack the plates

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

The song continued for several moments. It was then when the song ended when Mr. Baggins saw a stack of cleaned dishes. This chaos continued until there was somebody at the door. Must be Thorin.

Mr. Baggins answered the door as you were walking by. As he explained that he got lost in The Shire and sort of made fun of Mr. Baggins, you froze and stared at the dwarf. You had fancied him for years now and you couldn't help yourself.

Thorin entered the home and looked at you. The others were either looking at the two of you with a confused look on their face (specifically Mr. Baggins), or they were giggling and snickering (the dwarves). "Awkward..." muttered Gloin.

"What are you doing here?" Thorin asked you in a raised voice.

"I-I c-came here t–" you stammered, before being interrupted by Fili and Kili.

"Follow us, we'll explain." they said. The brothers lead their uncle to another room. You were able to see the, but you didn't hear them. Fili and Kili were talking and after a while, you saw them suppress laughs. Were they telling Thorin about your feelings for him?

Nervously stepping away, you hoped that the young dwarves never said a word about your feelings for their uncle.

At last, the three left the room and Thorin, without even glancing at you, walked to discuss the trip to Erebor. The company needed a burglar, and Mr. Baggins was asked to be the burglar. Unfortunately, after reading the contract, the hobbit fainted and soon refused the offer.

Later, in another room, all of the dwarves sang.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere break of day

To claim out long-forgotten gold

You and the other dwarves continued to sing. As soon as everyone finished singing, Thorin called your name and you walked up to him.

"Come with me." Thorin whispered in your ear. The whispering made your cheeks turn pink. "I must talk to you in private."

Thorin lead you to another room. You seemed pretty nervous. It was only you and Thorin. "So... why did you bring me here?" you asked.

"My nephews told me something about you." Thorin began. The brothers must've told him about how you like him. This is why you never trust a dwarf. Especially the younger ones. "You... love me, don't you?"

The next time you see Fili and Kili, you are going to confront them about this. "No! I d-don't, actually." you lied.

"There is no need to lie." Thorin said. "Because I return your feelings." It seemed that the others were eavesdropping, as you heard loud cheering and applause from the other room.

"Fine, I'll admit it... I love you, too." you confessed.

The cheering grew louder. And then, the others chanted, "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" The dwarf that you love looked into your eyes and shrugged slightly. You leaned in closer and gently kissed his lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

"We kissed!" you announced when you and Thorin stopped kissing. Once again, the dwarves cheered and Mr. Baggins and Gandalf were probably sick of the noise.

Right as you left the room with Thorin, Bofur joked, "So, when's the wedding?" and the whole room burst into laughter.

At last, you and Thorin were now a couple.

[erosofthepen]

Hello! I had an idea for an imagine that I wanted to get your thoughts on, if that's fine by you. Which Characters from The Hobbit and Lotr do you think would most enjoy dating a Dark Academia-style Writer? So like she dresses in the Dark Academia fashion, reads Classical Literature and her own stories and essays to them while cuddling, excitedly Rants about History and Literature to them, and maybe they even find her journal full of sappy love poems and rambles about how much she loves them? Who do you think would be most down for a s/o like that, if you don't mind me asking. I'd love to get your thoughts on this, and your blog is so spectacular btw!

Oh ho ho, my friend, this is right up my alley. I am obsessed with Dark Academia.

For ‘The Hobbit’:

Bilbo Baggins.

He was literally the first person to pop into my head. He is a perfect mix of cottage core and light academia, and I feel like he would have a lot of love for dark academia as well. When you’d cuddle, you’d both be reading your respective books (or even better, reading the same book with one another, or even even better, reading aloud to one another), and when a particularly deep or meaningful quote or scene happens, you would both discuss it thoroughly. You would both go into rants about history and literature you find interesting, and understand one another perfectly, going into incredible depth about the topics. If he ever found love poems you wrote about him, he would read them with the fondest smile upon his face. Who knows, in a few days, you might even come across a few poems or songs he has written about you.

Bard.

Bard has a lot of respect for history, (I hold firm to the belief that he was one of the very few lake men who really cared about the towns past), and would probably even help teach you some history of Dale and Esgaroth. And if you teach him about our worlds history and mythology, he would be all ears and find it utterly fascinating. He would totally be down to just spending quiet days at the library with you, and would probably read every book you recommend to him (Imagine discussing ‘A Secret History’ with him… that would be quite an interesting conversation). And if he ever came across love rants/poems… this man would get all cute and tell you how much they mean to him. He’s just that kind of person.

Thorin.

This dwarf would be incredibly into Dark Academia. I can just imagine dressing him up in one of those gray waistcoats with the white, long-sleeved undershirt. If he should roll the sleeves up to the elbow… sigh. He could totally dress the part. And he would absolutely love seeing you dressed dark academia style. His color palate is very similar to what is typically dark academia. And get ready for hours of discussing both dwarrow and human history with him. Also, if I may go out on a limb here, there is this headcannon I have about dwarrow museums being carved into old mineshaft used of resources. Thorin would be immensely proud and excited to show you and teach you everything in the museums. Walking down the stone halls and him pointing out various carvings and texts on the walls, your dark academia mind couldn’t be happier. And cuddles with his arm around your shoulders, lying in bed after a long day, ending the night reading. He would occasionally look down at what your reading (possibly asking what’s going on in the plot, depending on if you get annoyed by interruptions or not) and smile to himself. If you read your own work to this dwarf, expect the best feedback possible. He is very thorough with his feedback, and knows how to properly give constructive criticism as well as highlighting the best parts of your work.

Lindir.

This sweet little elf would be beside himself. He loves the libraries in Rivendell, and you sharing and reading stories with him opens up worlds. He would also love the way you dress, and will often ask what has inspired your ‘look’ for the day. He gets excited when you come to him with a new topic to rant about, and will likely contribute some very insightful views on the matter. When you come to him with questions about Middle Earth’s history, he will gladly answer whatever you ask (and probably end up having a history rant of his own. ‘Hey Lindir, what are the Silmarils?’ ‘…how about you sit down, and we’ll chat about it for a few months.’). He would just be the sweetest if he found your love rambles, and would be blushing the entire time reading them. Expect a wonderful thank you and an entire sonnet of his own composed for you.

Ori.

Can’t forget this little scribe. He would be beside himself at finding a fellow reader and writer, and the two of you would have so many reading sessions where you discuss what exactly this word meant in this context, or just ranting sessions where you gush and/or vent about a certain scene or plot development. He would find your outfits absolutely exquisite and probably even help you piece some together. Cuddling with him while reading is honestly the best, because you’ll just be laying side-by-side, surrounded by pillows and blankets (possibly in front of a fireplace in the Great Erebor Library), and just be reading your different books together, content to just read without feeling the need to talk. If you ever read your work to him, he would be beside himself at the level of trust you place in him (being a writer, he knows how daunting sharing your work can be), and he would love whatever you write. Expect him to start sharing his work as well. For the love poems, You’ll probably find his poems/rambles first, tbh. He just loves expressing himself through writing, and expressing his love for you is his favorite thing. You both get all sappy and blushy when you read one another declarations of love.

For ‘Lord of the Rings’:

Frodo Baggins.

Much like his Uncle, Frodo has a healthy appreciation for history and literature. He’d just love pouring over different books with you, and discussing them. His favorite thing to do with you on rainy days is to curl up with a good book and read aloud. Maybe even a walk down the trails and paths with an umbrella as well (Lobelia in the hobbit movies and the end of return of the king has proven there to be umbrella’s in Middle Earth). Hobbits are known for their passion for History, particularly family History, so he’ll definitely go into some rants of his own about the history of the Shire, and will sit and listen to your rants as well.

Elrond.

Lord Elrond is like a living, breathing, history textbook. He would be the absolute best person to discuss historical events and mythology and such. His keenness for knowledge knows no limits. There will definitely be very, very, long conversations about literature and meanings behind what the author writes, and the morals and values of the texts. Honestly, there is just such a depth of understanding between you and Elrond that is incredibly hard to find in others.

Faramir.

This man. This is the man who literally fanboyed over Gandalf and became a pupil to him. He would absolutely be beside himself when he meets you, because another human who is obsessed with learning and history and literature and discussing it and having deep conversations about it??? He would fall hard. And he would always love the way you dress, whether you are wearing a cozy sweater-vest or a dramatic trench coat. The two of you would literally spend hours in Gondor’s libraries, pouring over shelves of scrolls and books, taking notes on them, and maybe with a few older ones, restoring them together. Your favorite thing to do before going to bed is lighting a few candles and reading together. He would especially be fascinated and amazed at anything you have written and willing to share with him. He honestly just loves you so much, and feels so understood when he’s around you. And finding love poems written about him fills him with an indescribable amount of joy.

Aragorn.

When not off doing important Ranger or Kingly duties, Aragorn would just love to spend time reading with you. The kind of quality time where neither person needs to say anything, because the simple presence of the person is enough. He’s very into History, and I can totally see him ranting to you about the story of Beren and Luthien (perhaps the rest of the Silmarillion if he has the time), and would love to hear about your stories and books from our world. He’s the kind of person who prefers to dress practical, but that doesn’t stop him from complimenting your outfits and thinking how great you look every time you walk into the room. He loves the aesthetic of it. And should he ever stumble across a poem about him, he will probably keep it to himself, but memorize every word and repeat it to himself while traveling.

So I may have gotten just a tad bit carried away with this, but it was so much fun doing! Thank you for this ask! I hope this is what you were looking for. Now, i’m going to make myself a cup of tea and go to bed.

[storyteller-inn]

And here is the second part for @holmes-the-meddler's request. I hope it will be satisfying, my sweet!

P.S. I'm really sorry for the delay, but work got in the way >.< ◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇◆◇

PART II [Part I]

Quite unsurprisingly, for Bofur it felt like love at first sight when a young bard like you joined the company. An artistic kind of love, of course, that soon developed however in a fast-growing and long-lasting friendship. He was the one that kept close and encouraged you when everyone else seemed to be in everything but the mood for music, the one to always manage to put a smile on you. There was no describing the wonderful melodies the two of you could play together, you with your trusted lute and him with his ever-present flute. And that time, after Thorin's umpteenth scolding, when you felt the impulse of just throwing your beloved instrument down in the river? «Hey!» Bofur had interrupted you, just one second before your hand let go of the lute. «Hold on, my dear, that is no way to waste a good instrument!». Without asking questions, he had given you his handkerchief so that you could wipe away those angry tears, and sat down by you for the rest of the evening. «You are one of us, Y/N» he had whispered sweetly, «And so is your music. More than any of the others could ever realize».

It was always somewhat difficult for you to understand whether Bifur liked your music, barely tolerated it or simply couldn't stand it. After all, the dwarf only communicated through disconnected Kuzdul words - completely unknown to you - and some confused hand gestures. It took some time, lots of riding together and sitting around the campfire, but finally, one evening, you did notice it. And even if he stopped the moment he saw you looking, his foot bouncing along the rhythm of your lute was an image you would treasure forever in your memories.

Bombur was, for you, one of the sweetest among the dwarves. Despite being someone of a few words, there was no misunderstanding his kind smiles and friendly pats on the back. You would often giggle, seeing how he shook his body to your music while he was cooking, and you couldn't help but planting a kiss on his cheek every time he would secretly bring you the best slice of cheese or cuts of meat - to which he would reply with a wink, while trying to hide the red of his face behind his beard.

Probably the most elusive dwarf of the Company, Nori decided you were not much of interest once he verified that your lute - or anything else in your possession - was of no real value on the market. Regardless, as time passed and miles of road together went by, he could not avoid but feel somewhat protective of you, the same way he was of his brother Ori. He also "found" you a bunch of new chords for your lute, after your unfortunate encounter with the trolls. «Oh Nori, thank you! These are exactly what I needed!» you had squealed with happiness, «But where did you find them?». «Oh, no need to worry about that my dear» he had playfully scoffed, only to then whisper to himself «Those harps in Rivendell had too many anyway».

It took some time for Dori to stop imagining what kind of awful scenarios your playing music would bring upon the Company. «By now, someone ought to have heard us travelling already» he had complained once «And they probably have sold our exact location for a pretty good price. Mahal knows how many enemies are on our traces already». «Master Dori,» Gandalf had coughed «I can assure you that if the bard's music hasn't attracted indiscreet eyes, your constant rambling has done the trick by now». After that episode, Dori had kept the complaining to himself, but ultimately content about the effect your melodies had on his younger brother Ori. Not that he would have ever admitted it.

You and Bilbo had some sort of friendly understanding from the very beginning. You had some things in common, after all: both of you enjoyed a simple life, made of good food, evenings spent in front of the fireplace and a quiet place to call home. Both of you had been, well... dragged into this quest. And both of you also felt out of place, from time to time, despite the rough attempts of the dwarves to achieve the opposite effect. It was easier, for you. Being a bard, singing of adventures and heroes, made you always feel slightly more enthusiastic about your situation, whether it came to camp under the stars or dodge some boulders thrown by the rock giants. But you were also younger, a bit more carefree, while Bilbo dearly missed his home, his routine and could have definitely have managed without Thorin's constant criticism. That is why you knew when the hobbit most needed your help, in the form of a kind word or a song: you understood him, understood his nostalgia for his old life and his feeling of being out of place. But you were always there to remind him of his worth, as he did in turn for you a countless amount of times. And if there was something you were certain of, was that the friendship you built on that trip would have lasted forever.

Gandalf knew, from the moment he heard your music on his way to Bilbo's house, that you were special. There was something about the way you played the lute, something magical, that seemed to tug at chords inside people that would normally be left buried deep. The fact that you also knew songs from the tradition of different races, well, that was just another indication of the peculiar person he has stumbled upon. That is how he decided to bring you with him, at least for the meeting planned at the hobbit's house, to see if that hunch of his would somehow be confirmed. And when, after dinner, you started to sing along the dwarves' choir... Once on the quest, he always appreciated your music: they gave him the chance to relax and to focus on his thoughts, because, oh yes, he had to do a lot of thinking. Thinking about the treasure, the curse. About Thorin and the corruption Radagast had mentioned. About the orcs, and about that ancient song, capable of soothing even the spirit of a dragon...