#strangely hard to find scenes that contain only one type yknow? mine always are a great mixed up bag of stuff! 😂

[blazewatergem]

Ankylosaurus or Deinonychus! (or both if you’re feeling indecisive!)

Ahhh fun! I’ll do both anyways, I love ask games :D

Surprisingly, it was hard for me to find a proper scene for this ask! After looking through a few fics, I settled on this scene from the prologue of Court of Chaos, a Hobbit fanfic of mine :D the explanation for this scene being Bilbo trying to raise his friend Titania’s spirits, as he notices her in a strange mood and decides messing with her is the way to help.

“Do tell, maiden of mischief, where lies your worries?” Aha! Bilbo spots a turn of a corner, a beautiful start, “Surely that crown of dewdrops and wood sung from the very tree you came from has not weighed you down?” Grinning, Bilbo gets up and puts out his pipe. Titania shakes her head.

“Don’t you dare start, Baggins, what Trey has taught you.” Even as she says the words, a resigned look crosses her face and almost makes Bilbo drop the act...if he didn’t know how much fun it could be.

“Pray tell, what could bother the Queen of Discord? She whose eyes are made of shadows and starlight? She who could put to shame the very elves of Greenwood with her cleverness and bravery? The one who could kill Orcs with only a glance, for her might and magic echoes in the world around her until it obeys her very mind? She who has curled locks so red and firey, the sun itself turns a putrid green from envy?” Bilbo goes on and on, barely pausing for a breath as Titania laughs all of hers away.

Looks like I’ll be sticking with Hobbit as the fandom for these two asks!! I’m an addict for descriptive scenes, I love trying to paint a picture with words and putting the reader right in my worlds. One of these scenes is in Flameborne, a Hobbit fanfic. Quite frankly I love the entire first chapter, but the scene of Bilbo first seeing Isadora - my main Tiefling character - has a special place in my heart.

Trembling, Bilbo looks back in the direction of the knife, and all he sees is red. Not in an emotional sense, oh no emotionally he was quite tired really, but the being in front of him was all red. Bright, beautiful red skin that stood out as strongly as roses in a garden, or fresh blood on snow. He supposes the second comparison would be better than the first, current events considered. The being starts walking over, a slow movement that looks more animal than man, with them crouching low and hands raised. They almost seem like they’re trying to get close to a spooked deer — oh. He’s the spooked deer.

Bilbo spies carefully, looking over the strange person with a critical eye. His mother took him to Rivendell before, as a small fauntling, but no Elf has ever looked like this before. Far too tall for any family of Hobbit -- and the feet! Hooves, like goats, with faint white hair trailing up what leg he could see — or any Dwarf he’s ever heard of from book or rumor. He’s also seen Men in Bree, and no. Never have they had such bright coloring before, no...never such feral eyes, a shade of purple he’s only ever seen in the summer nights. No claws like that, and he has a feeling the red on them is not their natural color but from a much more sinister source.

Bilbo swallows, hard, and tries to stand his ground. The being before him actually pauses, standing still only a few feet away, almost exactly like the wolf had before. Sweet Yavanna, he almost wishes the wolf had gotten to him. He knows what is in front of him now, even if they were never meant to be true. Only people from storybooks, long long gone and never to see the light again. Made up shadows to scare faunts into listening to their parents, but just as fake as the dangers of dragons or as fake as heroes riding in on white horses, swords shining.

The impossible being smiles at him — oh, the teeth aren’t yellow but white and pointy, what a nightmarish relief that bloodstains were absent — and gives a small wave hello.