#sad boi elf

[laneynoir]

Heyyy :)

I was wondering if you could do “How long has it been since someone hugged you?” From the writing prompts, but with Y/n asking Legolas that? Cuz I thought that would be fitting ig.

I love youuu <33

I adore this idea! And of course, I've never tried to write a wedding scene before, so please don't shoot me (or do, that's your choice.)

"A month!" The cry of Gimli is met with an amused expression from the king. "Near an entire month yet you've kept us here, under no clear pretense! Only now to tell us that this elven lass is to be your bride?" Here does Gimli pause, looking to Arwen. "You are a lass? I thought Legolas was for the first week of our journy, your braids are so odd."

Laughter as soft and glowing as the stars flows from the Lady Undómiel. "Yes Lord Gimli, I seem to remember your father, Gloin, making the same mistake. Worry not though, you have not insulted me any more than you did my grandmother when you asked her favour."

"Well I for one," You break in before Gimli can start another speech on the grace of Galadriel. "Would like to be the first to offer you both congratulations. My heart sings that you should finaly be wed, I can think of no better a reward in peacetime for what you hace done for our world."

Legolas echoes your words. "Indeed, I can think of none more deserving of this union, prehaps Lord Elrond has finally decided you worthy of the sceptre of Annúminnas?" The jest is taken goodnaturedly by Aragorn, who responds with a false groan. However the comment perplexes the residant Hobbits, and it is Pippin who asks what on earth 'and you minnes' is.

A lovely smirk on her face, Arwen supplies. "When he was young, and first come to Imladrís, Aragorn was given the heirlooms of his house, save the Sceptre of Annúminnas which my father withheld until Aragorn should earn it. This supplied my brothers with a bet: for which could Aragorn earn first? Arwen or The 'shiney stick'? My father learned of this bet before, and with some vindictive pleasure enssured that Aragorn should gain both at once."

The laughter of the fellowship causes no embarrassment for the Man, he has eyes only for his beloved. "All true words, though I am afraid still that I will never truly earn your love, but I will spend the rest of my days trying."

After the others who are there offer their congradulations, Sam asks a question which has obviously been bothering him. "Begging you pardon, but who do you have making the cake? Strider hasn't introduced us to any of his family, and I was curious."

Aragorn frowns. "The... Cake? I suppose one of the cooks will provide a cake." Four gasps of horror, and one of laughter (from you) resound at the statement. "I beg your pardon, it seems we've reached a cultural differance yet again. Samwise, would you tell us of this tradition?"

Despite the faint blush on his cheeks, Sam agrees. "Cakes are very important at wedding sir! Why the very though of not having one is horrible. When a couple is joined in matrimony, the youger parent of the younger partner bakes the cake. At the wedding, the couple slices the cake which is colored on the inside, and if a bit of the blue is on the spoon, the first child will be a girl, if it's red, then the babe will be a boy."

Aragorn smiles kindly at the hobbit. "It would surly be a shame to skip such a delightful tradition, though my blood family no longer lives. If it is I would ask you to fill the task?"

Sam's face lights up in pride and delight. "It would be an honour, I promise that no pastry will ever rival the wedding cake of the first restored rulers of Gondor!"

~

The entire city seems to have accepted invitations for the wedding; people of all ages crowd around the the palace gardens (which, true to his word, Legolas has assisted in whiping into shape).Vines of deep greens creep down contrasting white stone arches, life on cold rock, hope in an empty place.

Aragorn stands under one such arch, dressed in royal garb that has caused at least two of his new subjects to swoon. His face shows nothing but calm content- at least on the surface. However to the eye of one who has traveled for high on a year with the man, and lived for his youth in Imladrís, you can see the stress in his eye.

Standing on the side of Aragorns honour guests, you send him what you hope is a comforting and encouraging smile. He inclines his head just the slightest amount, acknowledging you. His attention shifts rapidly however as a string of clear music flows from the hands of the twin elven minstrels.

As one, the congregation of men, elves, hobbits, a wizard, and dwarves alike turn to the opening in the garden wall that separates the high garden feom the battlements.

Framed against the ivy, the light of early dusk adds an ethereal effect to the Evenstar; Arwen. The dress she wears is simple at first glance, a simple white gown with green trimmings. The waves of fabric seem to float around her; her steps are so light they seem nonexistent, she takes Aragorn's hand after steping onto the slightly raised platform.

The ceremony is short, but breathtakingly beautiful. A satin cloth so pure it glows is wrapped around the Royal couple's hands. Eyes locked on the other, they resite there vows, words so heartfelt that very few eye stay dry, and when they seal the union with a passionate kiss that has a watery-eyed Elrond grimacing, the applause is deafening.

Your hands sting with how hard you clap, and you pause, eyes drawn to Legolas beside you. He wears his soft smile, the one that just barely turns the corners of his lips up, yet still makes your heart shudder. Still though, there seems to be an indescribable light in his eye, that hints at somthing hidden behind the facade of content grace and joy he usually keeps.

Curious, you stick close to your elven friend throughout the reception, and as the toasts pass, and the dancing has moved away from the consistent expectation of nobles asking gor a dance, you withdraw to a more secluded area of the brightly lit room. Your eyes wander over the sea of elegantly dressed people, searching as always for the light presance that holds your heart.

"Do you look for someone, Y/n?"

You jolt at the voice, turning happily to Legolas. "Indeed, my prince, though ive found him now." He smiles, but it looks almost... Strained. Sipping on the rosehip wine in your hand you look over the elf. He meets your gaze with the same calm as usual- at least on the surface.

Looking closer you notice the delicate crease in his brow, faint and noticeable as a small ripple on a clear, calm lake. His fingertips tap together, one after the other, each touching once, before he appears to catch himself, and the movement stops, leaving the hands tense.

His actions, and lack thereof, remind you of those before a battle, however legolas even usually did not exhibit such, not even before the throes of Mordor were washed upon you all.

"Legolas," you ask, hesitantly, "what bothers you?"

His eyes widen a moment, before his expression softens. "Nothing of any great importance. Only... I find the sounds and smells of such a large gathering almost suffocating." He says this as if it were a crime, and he were addmiting to such before a council. "Especially after so long of traveling, I have become unacustomed to life in court, and thus the stress which acompanys."

The knowledge that Legolas has been in discomfort for some time, as it draws near midnight, sets a feeling of dismay in your stomach. Straightening yourself resolutely, your snatch up his hand and weave yourself among the outskirts of the crowd.

Through an ornate door you pull Legolas into a small garden, and while the sound of sparse minsterals can be heard, the sound of talking fades into the background. "Better?" You ask, peering at Legolas.

He nods, but you have no time to admire the light in his bearing before he is bowed over your hand. "May I have this dance?"

The question startled you, but you quickly affirm your acceptance, allowing him to pull you closer, and the soft instrumental tune provides a leisurely beat to step with. You meet his eyes, and a mist covers them, so doing the natural thing you remove your hands from Legolas' own, you wrap him in an embrace.

When he stiffens, you make to pull back, but instead he tightens his grip in a way that you can feel the muckes beneath his tunic, his head nestles into the crook of your neck.

Running a hand along his spine in what you hope is an appropriately comforting motion, you feel the damp of his eyes drip onto your skin. "Oh Legolas," You trail off a deapseated sorrow filling your very soul at the inability to know what brings such display to the usually strong and lighthearted elf. "How long has it been since someone hugged you?”

"I- don't..."

At the words you gently pull him to the ground, a movement which is slightly hindered by his unwillingness to release you. When you reach a half sitting, half kneeling position, he draws back slightly. "I apologize, I-" you cut him off with a fingertip to the lips.

"Please do not let such words nor guilt fill you," you trace the line of his brow, and see the pink hue in his eye from tears long withheld. "I love you, and any service I may do, or condolence I can offer... All that I have is yours, please do not try to take the privilege of heloing you away."

A choked "Meleth" is all Legolas can reply to the declaration, but the intent is visable, so you pull him closer, and run the silk soft hairs of his head through your fingers.

For you meant it, anything for him is well worth doing, and you would be colder than the stone in a creek before you could even think about galting your care.

[taniushka12]

his sopping wet ways have captivated me alright

[dark-elf-writes]

Izuku, strong not only in body but mind and soul as well, who makes his way through the Labyrinth practically leaking love everywhere he goes. Who catches the adoration of all the denizens of the Underground with no effort simply because he is him. Who smiles in delight at all the different tricks the Labyrinth has to offer even as his eyes are so sad

Is it really such a wonder that Jareth ended up just as entranced as his subjects

Izuku thought he had always been a shattered thing.

It had to be the reason so many people hated him, right? Had to be the reason he was born quirkless? He was broken toy to be cast aside the minute his usefulness had been completed.

And tossed aside he was. The depth he had had to dig to in order to defeat All for One, the breadth of One for All by the end, it had terrified even those closest to him. Well almost all of them. Eri, Hitoshi, and Aizawa had stood at his side, scarred and hurting as they were form their own losses.

It was actually from one of Eri’s books that he had gotten the idea from. A battered red bound thing that he had read to her time and time again because it was both of their favorite. He had clung to it on those nights when things seemed at their worst. Clung to it until in a fit of desperation he had spoken the words.

“I wish the goblins would take me away, right now.”

It was, apparently, the first time someone had ever wished themself away in the entire history of the Labyrinth. The king’s face was pinched, those littering eyes looking over Izuku as if trying to solve a puzzle.

“You will run for yourself,” He said at last, nodding as if he had made some royal decree. Which Izuku kind of supposed he had. “Thirteen hours to save yourself and if you do not succeed, you will be mine.”

Izuku wondered what would happen if he sat downs den just refused to run. Wondered if Hitoshi and Aizawa would ever forgive him for just giving up. Wondered if it was at all worth it. If he was worth it.

But he smiled at the Goblin King all the same. “Thank you.”

The king blinked. Slow. Almost alien. Izuku wondered if anyone had ever thanked him for everything he did. He doubted it. Change was an uncomfortable thing and often unappreciated. Izuku knew that well enough.

“Thirteen hours,” The king said again before he disappeared along with the hill they were standing on, leaving Izuku on the outskirts of the labyrinth.

Despite everything. Despite the pain and grief that had haunted them. Despite the shattered pieces of himself still leaving bleeding gouges on his soul, Izuku laughed full of delight and wonder.

“I wonder if he would tell me about the magic if I asked,” he murmured as he approached the unbroken wall of the Labyrinth.

[angelicrelic]

Oh no, Astarion is going through his early 2010's emo vampire phase...

[brisskwinds]

chicken scratch comic but I like to hc that po-uta is either selectively mute or doesn't ever talk to anyone but avanna. Anyone else hearing him speak is a super rare occurrence

[arcanagoat]

After Treehollow Haddock thought he’d found somewhat of a sense of purpose and identity with some scribes of Deneir but got framed for a crime he didn’t commit, cast out, and thrown in jail… which has left him all kinds of jumbled about who he is, where he belongs, and what’s left for him aside from a desire to see his beloved sisters happy and a deep, burning hatred for the lies adults build their world on.

(also Coral + Saffron are played by @skiddoozle and @bodbdearg and Felice the half-orc is played by @lamibun !)

[madamrynodm]

Just gotta poke some fun at my frosty boy

[chloecorvid]

My D&D character Norphanus is having a looooot of feelings as of late. Some good, some bad, mostly confused and uncertain. And I needed a new portrait of him for my... 9th playlist based on him and this game he's in. So! Here that is!

[im-okay-mj]

So are we thinking that Astarion gave Cazador the biggest attitude for 200 years straight or what

[predictablychaoticart]

Made some design changes to Dulah that I think make him work better. Got inspired by art by an artist called gem1ny on I believe Instagram (don't know where else they are) for the scales, I like how the size and weight of them makes them feel more distinctly dragon-y. Also brightened up his hair and made his eyes a deep brown, which I think suits him 100x better than what I was working with before. The extra scar on his cheek is from a recent event wherein he went to a infinite extradimensional library that contains different potential timelines within its books; he was nearly killed by his former lover/king. Man's had it rough.

[vacantgodling]

i am gonna redo aslin and i AM GONNA LIKE IT

[dark-elf-writes]

Did anyone ever teach naruto how to use the swing? Or has he just been sitting there when he’s sad the whole time? Cuz I feel like his quality of life would have improved in he knew how to pump his legs right to get high up.

“Here, kid.” Naruto jolted at the soft voice from to close behind him, nearly tumbling from the swing as he twisted to see who had snuck up on him.

A flat porcelain mask looked back at him, detailed to look like a bird. From behind the eyeholes in the back brown eyes looked back at him. Soft. Full of kindness rather than disgust.

ANBU, but… not one that Naruto normally saw. Not one that looked at him with the same rage and hate that everyone else did. Not one of the ones that he caught ducking around corners and into the shade of rooftops when he turned too quickly. Not even the one that he sometimes saw crouch on the roof next to the orphanage who felt… sadder than the others. Sometimes on the days Naruto saw him, little trinkets or food would appear in his room in the orphanage. Gifts for all that Naruto didn’t understand why.

Naruto but his lip. “I can go…”

The ANBU clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Stay, kid. Let me help you.”

Naruto blinked. Help him?

A soft laugh, muffled by the mask but honest and kind in a way most laughs around him were not. “With the swing kid. Has anyone shown you?”

Again Naruto blinked. He slowly shook his head.

He’s seen parents push their kids on the swings before. Has seen some of the older kids wiggling their legs to themselves go without someone behind them, but no one had ever shown him what to do.

“Grab the ropes,” the ANBU said, humming when Naruto scrambled to comply. After a second gloved hands were on the ropes above Naruto’s dragging the swing back a little bit before letting it go.

The wind blew through his hair.

It kind of felt like flying.

A hand rested in his back gently pushing him to help him swing a little higher.

Naruto laughed, in exhilaration, in joy, in some jumbled warm feeling he couldnt explain. Someone was playing with him.

Someone was playing with him.

After a few pushes the ANBU hummed again. “Tuck your legs under you when you go back and swing them forward when you start going forward again. You can lean back when you swing foreword if you want to go higher just make sure you’re holding into the ropes.”

It took Naruto a couple swings to get the movements right but when he did.

Swinging. He was swinging!

He laughed again, leaning so far back as he did that the ANBU lunged forward to grab the ropes to make sure he didn’t fall. “Why don’t we do that with our feet on the ground yeah?”

Naruto was a mess of giggles and tears as he nodded. The ANBU didn’t seem to mind as one of his hands let go of the ropes to rest off Naruto’s head. Comforting. Grounding. Slowly the tears and hysterical laughter stopped and Naruto slumped against the gray clad chest. He wanted to keep this. Wanted someone like everyone else got to have.

“I’m not sure if I have it. Will you show me again tomorrow?” He asked, tipping his head back against the ANBU’s chest to look up into his brown eyes behind the mask.

The ANBU snorted. “Cant do tomorrow but I’m free the day after. I’ll show you again.”

Naruto beamed. Finally he had his own friend.

[heyitsdeni]

Doodling and watching a dramatic doctor show…I desperately want to play dnd but at the same time my anxiety lately would hate it!

[lionbearfox]

inktober 8: witness my pathfinder party! i've had only these weirdos for a monthish but if anything happened to them i would. be really excited about it actually. anyways, love them! my new favorite group of guys :)

[ravelqueen]

Also also i get that matt wants to give others a shot at stuff but can we all agree that No One Else Gets To Voice Essek

[bellara-lutare]

saw someone in a tiktok comment call fenris astarion from wish