#very edgy and 2000s deviantart

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goodnight Roxas

[year2000electronics]

i’ve had multiple people now tell me my art reminds them of an older age of the internet/makes them nostalgic for it and like.. hell yea… because my art is very 2000s-mario-fandom cos that’s where i grew up! i spent hours scrolling places like deviantart and idk i think it’s cool to be earnest and genuine and a little corny. it’s ok to think “is this too edgy or too overdramatic” and do it anyways. it makes me happy!

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how the boxers were as children ☆

Hey besties, sorry for dissapearing i was busy decaying, enjoy my cringe ass writing

Glass Joe

- Really sleepy & an edgelord, he was the kid that had hair covering the side of his face in middle school

- his parents always said that he wouldnt really be able to take up boxing due to him being a natural coward, jokes on them Joe isnt scared to get hurt (physically)

- loved reading old writing, especially gothic literature, he has a soft spot for dark writing

- wrote cringy edgy poems about every crush he had, his parents sometimes pull them out to torment him

- tried to start his own band, failed miserably

- still attached to his edgelord phase very much

- if he was a teen during the 2000-2010's he def would have a edgy wolf oc and a Deviantart account

Von Kaiser

- sickly victorian child + little german boy hybrid

- his parents always spoke with permission so he also started copying them, leading to him always interrupting people by saying "can i ask something?"

- had that one little german boy outfit, along with the huge ass lollipop and dumb hat, anytime someone pulls out his childhood pictures he prays they dont whip out those photos or he will get bullied recklessly

- NEVER EVER cursed until the wonderful age of 15 when he yelled out the word "fuck" after dropping a wrench on his foot, his dad wasnt even upset he was more concerned because holy fuck his child dropped a wrench on their foot

- got sick really often, he was out here being asked to be taken out into the garden one last time before you all posers

Disco Kid

- that one kid who had a really cool dad that let him do anything as long as he didnt blow up the house

- Really creative, writing up stories with pictures, his grammar wasnt really the best (along with his writing) so his parents had to read "the addventours off the brince" and hold in their laugh

- He was the kid who performed an entire ass dance choreography to get your parents to accept the sleepover invite

- got introduced to Disco music by his dad, got obsessed with it instantly and started dancing everywhere

King Hippo

- ate glue

- never spoke with anyone, Just beat up anyone picking on him and no one messed with him ever since

- people just gave him paper to eat, fresh with colored pencils

- liked to play make believe with his plushies

Piston Hondo

- He let you copy off his homework, i think that tells you enough

- everyone only recognized him for being a smart ass, not being creative and that really upset him

- played chess a whole lot, joined tournaments and won some medals

- academic burnout hit him like a train

- for a while, art and writing was his only escape from stress & pressure, he journaled about his feelings and drew his soul out, due to this he struggled to express his feelings without words

Bear Hugger

- chased everyone around with a spider then ate it, he was so evil for what

- never actually went to school, his parents lived out in the woods and homeschooled him since no one likes walking 2-3 hours straight just to suffer in a seat

- He always had a interest in animals, him and mrs bear go are childhood friends, mrs bear met him when she was a cub, due to this he got spared by mrs bears mom and suddenly had a 2nd mom, once his family realized that their son got adopted by a bear, they kindly let the bears in and treated it like it was normal

- loved fishing with mrs bear, he taught her how to use a rod and she taught him how to catch fish with his bare hands

Great Tiger

- so called "self sufficient" When he was just used to being alone and kinda accepted the fact he'll never have proper friends

- created the most batshit insane scenarios with his clones that would make the average hollywood movie maker shed tears, these gems include: divorce, murder, crime, assault and tea parties

- talked to himself a whole lot to the point where his parents took him to a therapist

- never really made friends, Just made himself his own friend

Don Flamenco

- oh no.

- his dad basically hated him, insulted him a whole lot, made fun of him, literally just made him insecure, when he got the opportunity to escape his dad by boxing, he took it without hesitation and got out of there

- was never really home, he was always out with friends to avoid his dad back at the house

- emotional stability? Who needs that when you can ignore your problems?

- people pleaser no matter what he says

Aran Ryan

- greasy ass bitch

- his parents didnt teach him shit, you think tigers parents didnt care about him? They'll look like helicopter parents next to them when they see what aran has going on

- had bad hygiene, only learned to shower and take care of himself in the 5th grade, thanks to that and his name, my boy got bullied and developed his behavior to defend himself from people

- Always ran from school & home, he had a hide out from away from home and a bit close to school to escape whenever he had the chance, he always dissapeared for a few weeks (sometimes months) and nobody really went looking for him, either from knowing he'll return sometime or they just dont care enough

Soda Popinski

- lonely, him and tiger are the difference between feeling lonely vs being alone, he doesnt handle loneliness well

- grew up with his grandpa & his stories, always loved listening to them and copied him whenever he wanted to tell a story

- never had a proper social life due to having to take care of his grandpa + him getting concerned about soda whenever he was out for too long

- spent most of his time crying from loneliness, away from him

Bald Bull

- precious!!! Was really shy and had a rounder face that everyone in his family pinched like crazy

- extremely sensitive & emotional (he still is hes just bottling it up shh)

- stuttered a lot, think about that one "have you ever had a dream you could you can't you would you you could be anything" kid

- was really short and just shot up one day

- scaredy cat, could be scared from anything, including: bugs, darkness, thunder, needles, sharp stuff, blood, death and alcohol (he also still gets scared easily but shh shut up)

- Always snored in his sleep, inherited it from his dad

Super Macho Man

- obsessed with sharks, dinosaurs, trucks and cars, basically got obsessed with anything he found cool

- his parents spoiled the living fuck out of him, no dime left unspent on him, no quarter spared

- Always lied about having something at the playground, sure Macho i trust the fact that you have "every dinosaurs teeth" 100% never doubted you for a second

- his parents love language was money so it got passed down to him, they were just throwing money at him and fucking off

Mr Sandman

- oldest child in his family, has 4 siblings and loves them all very much, had to help his mom & dad take care of them since they were a handful

- started boxing early so he was never in school that often unless it was 99% neccessary

- slept a lot thanks to him being tired constantly from rushing around

- knows how to do hair & make up from his younger sister

[psiionic]

what are your bloodswaps fursonas

i'll definitely draw up some visuals asap but ill give little descriptions right now!!

Horuss Serket - Initially starting off as a white centuar, Horuss' fursona is a sonic-style white horse (think the way @.Saccharinerose draws horses on deviantart) with four sets of arms and one set of legs. She gets frustrated at the idea of this being a "fursona" design because she feels as if that is more accurate to who she is than her physical body. She does not see her fursona as a furry but as a genuine and true mirror reflection of who she is.

Mituna Pyrope - I havent decided on species yet but I know whatever it is, it's very very similar to the public perception of the Louis Wain cats, his fursona goes through a process of abstraction through out his experience in the game before eventually becoming almost entirely shapes with no anthromorphized features like a face or a clear human body. He doesn't use this fursona anymore unless Horuss insists he does, she refuses to draw a bunch of "shapes" as a reflection of who Mituna is, and this pisses him off to no end. If she can say shes a four armed horse sonic creature then why can't he be a bunch of shapes?

Kankri Makara - Despite having a crab lusus, Kankris fursona is a long slender wolf/fox hybrid, in the style of old 2000s raver fox fursonas. He views her as a less of a reflection of his inner self and more someone he strives to be. She looks like a gothic fox fursuit you'd see in the early 1990s-200s and probably prefers the term "kitsune" over anything. Obviously has a large mime/clown inspiration.

Aranea Captor - She insists on the fact that she doesn't do furry stuff anymore and looks down upon her old furry art, viewing it as something she wasted her time on as a child instead of doing something more productive when she was sick. Despite that, her fursona used to be one of those unique species fursonas that just sort of looked like a cat with wings, but she was intended to be an owl-sort of animal. She still has all her old pictures and has some of them hung up in her respite block, and is willing to talk about it in private with people like Horuss as long as it stays private/in her past.

Cronus Nitram - He just can't choose! His fursona changes species almost every single time he draws it, and it rarely has the same design either. Every design he makes is pretty grand, and has a lot of elements to it that would be really kick ass to see utilized more than once, but he can't keep himself interested for too long, always trying to find himself and always feeling like hes failed. He's really into the general edgy-furry look, with a large focus on sharp teeth, guns, and trench coats. I don't imagine him a sonic furry, but I can see him REALLY liking Shadow the Hedgehog. He'd love to be Shadow, if he wasn't such an eager dork.

[electricpurrs]

anyways this was way harder than it should be, but i looked really hard trying to find the source for this #funny edgy wolf meme.

in this higher resolution version of the pic you can see the artist's signature on the bottom left, it all indicates this was drawn by Deviantart user Vvlad-vVolfen. the thing is that though their deviantart account is still up, their gallery is empty and all their artwork, including this one, seems to have been deleted. it says on their profile they've been on the site for 22 years, for instance deviantart launched in 2000.

the best guess i can make as to when this drawing was made is 2016 or before, because i happened to find an ancient blog post from 2016 showcasing "28 astonishing anthro art" this one being there and them being nice enough to credit the artist, linking directly to a post on Vvlad-vVolfen's deviantart, though if you click on it now it takes to a 404 page

i tried looking up their profile on the wayback machine, but unfortunately theres very few snaps of it, the oldest one being from 2019, when they had already deleted all their art :(

makes me sad to see this person's pretty much entire lifetime of work and art be lost to time, with their only remaining drawing in the public mind being another example of Funny Furry Cringe. hope theyre still out there making art, wherever they are now

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

So me and my mutual were talking about how Vivzepop can’t draw older characters and they bought up how weird that most of the adult characters in the show act like high schooler/college kids and omfg they are so right

Stolas is literally in his 30s and has a daughter but instead of acting like a father his ass is to busy singing sad songs because his childhood friend doesn’t love him

Moxxie and Millie had some stupid fight in unhappy campers all because moxxie a grown ass man got upset about a bunch of kids are not finding him cool it’s giving peak in high school energy

Loona acts like a 15 year old that’s going through a emo phase and is all like “I’m so shy and awkward I can’t make any friends🥺” like girl please you are 22 and your only friend is a 17 year old please make some friends that are your age

Hell even Charlie the princess of HELL acts so childish and remember she’s supposed to be way older than the main cast yet husk acts more mature than the 2000 year old girl

Vivziepop is a very immature woman and as a result her characters act very immature. She's a deviantart teen that never grew past her edgy phase and still thinks she can get away with it as a grown adult.

[ardate]

Oh, jumping in the ask game, if that's alright! Hm, what's a piece of media that you love but find it difficult to recommend to others, for whatever reason? Thank you! :)

WELL.

I didn't even have to think I immediately got slammed by Metalocalypse as soon as I read your ask LMAO

Listen, I've loved Metalocalypse for over a decade now (12 years or so?), it's a show I regularly go back to, it's a show that has one of the most prolific and long-lasting fandom despite a literal decade of nonexistent content. It's also a show I very much struggle to recommend to anyone bhGBh

The thing about MTL is that it is an early 2000s show from the american TV channel AdultSwim about a filthy rich and successful Death Metal band, and as expected it is full of edgy humor from that era. There are offensive jokes and storylines on a regular basis, especially in the earlier seasons. They range from somewhat palatable to so uncomfortable I straight up skip some episodes.

And yet it's also a show that, in spite of that, has a surprising amount of heart. What appeared like a basic serialized series about very idiotic privileged krillionaire metalheads ended up with an interesting overarching plot, a lot of character growth, found family, learning to care about things beyond yourself when you're a deeply selfish group of people... It evolved with the times and its audience, as it originally pertained to edgelord dudes but somehow found itself with a hugely queer, feminine and neurodivergent fanbase. They even made a convention episode with a big nod to shippers (where they featured actual fanarts from deviantart after reaching out and asking for permissions to the artists to put them in their episode, of course).

The journey is worth it, the characters grow on you surprisingly fast, and you end up caring very much about all of those assholes and cheer for them to get better. Interestingly, as the characters grow and mature it feels like you're witnessing the growth of the writers alongside them, or at least it feels that way to me. But also, my god, there are so many warnings to give about it before anyone can even watch it. There still are new people falling into that show to this day, but I do think it's probably getting more difficult as time passes because standards have very much risen regarding edgy and offensive humour and plots, as they should have.

Despite it all, I still love it.

[ausilotus-pokemon]

A character I’ve made a couple years ago. I think about her sometimes and this is my first time drawing her. She’s very uhh. edgy sparkledog oc from the 2000s - 2010s lol. And I really like her. She’s an espeon from the time when people still viewed pokémon as dangerous beasts. She doesn’t have a name yet (yes even after a couple of years lol).

Her story is under the cut, it’s not that long tho. Again, it’s very edgy deviantart oc backstory but it’s fine, this is just personal enjoyment.

When she was an eevee, she was saved and befriended by an old man from Ecruteak City. They developed a very strong bond which lead to her evolving into an espeon after some time. The townsfolk never liked her or the old man for bringing a dangerous animal into the town. So when the old man eventually passed and she became a stray, some would desecrate his grave and harm the espeon any time they’d see her. She experienced unfathomable despair from this treatment and had a transformation, gaining a dark type and her appearance mutates from it. And with her psychic powers and built up fear and rage from all the hurt she’s endured, she wreaked havoc on those who’ve harmed her and disrespected her dear friend. She became sort of a cautionary tale for the people of Ecruteak City. Don’t be like those townsfolk. Show pokémon kindness like the old man did. While pokémon are capable of great power, they’re also capable of forming great friendships.

The first image is when she was at her happiest, living with the old man. The second image is when she was living as a stray, scared and hurt. The third is the exact moment she starts to transform. I still need to work on her new form. But the bigger fangs are a part of it.

[saysike-skedoodles]

CAT CORCRA AG SCREADACH

[BTW- if you're an account that does NSFW/ Fetish content, I kindly ask for you to not interact with my work. Please don't take this the wrong way, I respect your interests, but I'm uncomfortable with that content and wish to not engage with it :] ] --- "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" - Bex, 2024. For a cat knowing to be the one that screams a lot. You'd be surprised I didn't dedicate as much art to well, Bex screaming. BUT THAT CHANGES NOW! I actually had the idea of drawing Bex screaming on my mind for a good bit. I honestly had loads of fun making this as chaotic as I wanted it to be. I also kinda went with the look of it being a screenshot from an episode of TMM. Especially with going for a more exaggerated/ chaotic expression. What is it that's got Bex screaming? At this point, it's like a roulette on what IS scaring her, a spider? A ghost? Oneofherfriendsdead- COUGH COUGH WHAT I SAID NOTHING IN THAT LAST BIT. Like I said in a previous post about Bex (that kinda followed the same idea like with this drawing), she just can't catch a break at ALL. I swear this bundle of fear will have a happier, less stressed life down down the line. Also I realised while halfway through drawing this that the visual gag of Bex's bow exploding from fear/stress/distress is about to become a recurring thing. And honestly, I'm all here for it. I think it would make for some HILARIOUS funny moments in TMM. I like my funny visual gags that defy logic and no one acts like it's anything out of the ordinary. Can you tell my humour came from The Amazing World of Gumball and now is also apart of TMM's humour too. Also, I realised too that listening to emo and pop-punk music from the early 2000s/2010s and drawing Bex screaming go really well together. NOW I MEAN REALLY WELL. Watching the speedpaint of this and listening to something like "Kick Me" by Sleeping With Sirens or "Sarcasm" by Get Scared while watching it just brings me back to those edgy MLP/ warrior Cats speedpaints/PMVs from the 2010s that would use those songs as background music HA. TMM should've just been made in the 2010s and this is further proof of that. --- OK, I guess I should talk about the title of this drawing. If you were wondering what it is, it's in Irish! The title translates to "PURPLE CAT SCREAMING". I kinda wanna include more Irish in my posts/artwork as it is. I like speaking Irish, it's a very beautiful and unique language :] But also I can only include Irish in titles when there's no fadas because for SOME REASON DA doesn't support it. What's up with that DA? >:[

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[choiraugur]

here are my notes on the abraxas trio keyblades btw :D

for kromers keyblade I knew that I wanted to do something resembling melting love or flesh idol because those abnos remind me of him so I put some flesh around a nail base (the nail just resembling her weapon in lcb) and then I was like I kinda wanna add a fire element but idk where or how. so there’s the fire handle variation but I’m not the happiest with it tbh….. after some thinking I was like I kinda also want its keyblade to be primarily white for the purity stuff but since I couldn’t figure out how to do that nicely I just put all the white on her character design. kromers keyblade isn’t my fave tbh- I like the nail base and the flesh being poked by it but it could be better. (im a lazy artist I just named it “nagel und hammer”)

sinclairs keyblade is so silly even before beginning the designing process I knew I wanted there to be tree branches (kinda like invis keyblade?) so I straight up copied his sinner art. his keyblade made me realize how much he fits into the world of kingdom hearts with the light and darkness conflicts he would have a blast im sure. I wanted the left side of the keyblade to look very lively to represent the “light” world and the right side is bleak and lifeless to represent the “dark” world. also the snake going for the apple on the right side I think is silly… the keyblade charm is a coin (: whole time I was like this is kinda just like way to the dawn conceptually

demians was sm fun to make because it’s so 2000s deviantart in essence I like it quite a bit. I associate scythes with demian because his whole “flick of the wrist” reminds me of the swing of a sycthe no? anyway the base is a snake bc im lazy, the shooting stars are there bc of demians constant connections to the stars in lcb, and. since his pendant looks like the gazing eye I gave his keyblade one bc of course he would have connections to the gazing eye. it was supposed to be in the shape of an egg too but the quality is so messed up I don’t think it’s really visible…. also. I tried to make the overall shape of the keyblade be in the shape of the mark of cain (I guess it works better in the scythe version…. the shooting stars on the left are supposed to aid in that). the handle isn’t the most exciting but eh it works. and I think he needs to have the edgy ass angel wing to go with it . Birds you understand

[the-unknown-void]

Because I am a cringey kid who's projected onto characters, I've spread 2000-2010's culture onto them..

Mitchell had an edgy wolf oc when he was very young- you know like, old DeviantArt sparkledog? Yeah that. He would've been into Warrior cats too.

Only Adrian knows about his edgy wolf oc, he would use it to "blackmail" Mitchell into doing things because Mitchell doesn't want anyone else to know.

You cannot argue with me on this. He could still have an edgy wolf oc in the 80-90's, I don't care.

[ihopesocomic]

I know u already did the mp analysis video but like... Honestly u could make an entire video on why hover sucks.

Some of the points brought up on this blog were very powerful and concerning ones. Ie hypocritically expecting nothing to support her while not offering the same, her belittling nothing's disability and abuse faced from her pride, and the most damning thing of all just straight up being okay with nothing dying? Despite joining the pride for her.

It really makes hovers big "redemption moment" devoid of any genuine emotion. She claims to all she loves nothing and this is supposed to be their coming out but... Its not. It really does read like abuser trying to convince their victim or the people around them that their desire to control and own their victim is love.

Itd be one thing if it were an ashfur type esque situation in which Hover does get called out imo the only way to start to salvage that whole plot point in the show, but i doubt itll happen.

Anyways reading the points made on the blog really emphasized how hover and her relationship with nothing never felt right to me.

Sorry for the long rant but you had some very good points and i have feelings on this.

If we hadn't talked about MP already for nearly 3 hours, a Hover-focused video would certainly be tempting.

The thing is that we've stated these points in the review and we've also stated them up and down the comments section of the review a dozen times. Hover fans still think we don't like Hover because of a single argument (which, let's be real, was still pretty shitty on its own?? lol) she had with Nothing.

Because this is what happens when you relate to a character to such an unhealthy degree. You take any kind of shade directed at them as an attack on your character and rather than idk just finding a better and more decent character to relate to, you're just in complete denial that you looked up to a character who is fundamentally a towering, uncaring bitch.

Hover actually serves as a fine example of how messed up the characterisation is in MP. She's presented as radically different from Nothing and her family so people automatically like her because she's a breath of fresh air. In reality, the reason she's radically different is because - basically - she's an unfunny edgelord character in the midst of characters we're meant to feel for and relate to, because we're meant to feel empowered by them. She doesn't fit.

In fact, this is how Hover started out: as an uncaring, aggressive edgy DeviantART OC from the late 2000s, where her crowning moment was throwing the c slur at Hobblestep (Nothing) for simply sharing her oxygen. Unfortunately, she was barely modernised in the rebooted series and this is why she comes across as an asshole. Her creator fell into the age-old trap of thinking that a character being a cool rebel comic relief means being a bitch to everyone in the vicinity. Including her girlfriend. It's a very common issue and is one I've fallen into in the past with previous works but ultimately realised it was a form of bad characterisation.

What's incredibly funny is that the creator tried to humanise Hover and tone her down later on… by having her not be a bitch and be sensitive with the WRONG characters. Like Farleap. She never criticises her for her treatment of Nothing once and, not only that, she sympathises with her and doesn't even bat an eyelid when she bitches about her dead girlfriend. What decent person does that? If anybody shit talked anyone I cared about if they went missing, I'd smack them in the mouth.

And this is why Episode 7 falls flat on its ass so heavily. It’s just trying to humanise Hover by… making her awkwardly bond with her girlfriend’s abusers and - scarily enough - actually making the audience feel they had legit chemistry. Which is all sorts of fucking yikes. lol - RJ

[egg-emperor]

I think I’m mixed on whether Eggman is more popular or not. On one hand I think he is since he’s talked about more and I see more fanart of him than in the early 2000���s, but then there’s a lot of misconceptions and wishing he was no longer the villains of games. He definitely was more popular when the 2010’s first started out. I remember a lot people happy to see him be the final boss again, but after the 2010 games began to lose favor people began associating him and him beinga finalboss withit

He is definitely more popular than he used to be, at least from my experiences. I've been a Sonic fan since Heroes and I've been looking up Eggman content online for years. Both Eggman haters and fans have always existed but he's become a more popular subject over the years as both sides have gotten louder. It's a good thing on the side of more people recognizing how great of a character he is, but not good for the way misconceptions and misinterpretations have become more prevalent.

I never saw a whole lot of talk and content for him but there was some on places like forums and fan sites, which was something. There was some great art on DeviantART and I found a couple of fics where he wasn't terribly written but that especially was very rare. Compared to the anthro characters, he's always been one of the more forgotten and ignored and that's still the case today, even if he is more popular than he used to be. Not too much has changed when it comes to classic/modern Eggman.

Unless I wasn't looking in the right places and you really had to dig for it, there wasn't a whole lot of Eggman related talk or content on most sites. Definitely not more than today, probably less. There was hate for him around that was easy to find, like misconceptions that still exist today, his mistreatment in fics, those that put him down compared to SatAM Robotnik and other villains, those that drew crude joke/hate art, those that redesigned him to be a young skinny anime boy or anthro, etc.

The 2010s is definitely where I started to see more talk and content for him arise. I did used to see more people that were happy that Eggman was the main villain again in games like Colors and Generations. But now so many wish he wasn't the main villain and they're somehow blaming him for recent final bosses being copies of the Nega Wisp Armor. They're also starting to get tired of him being the main villain because they favor the 'cooler' typical edgy and monster of the week villains.

It seems those that overlook and ignore his qualities have been much louder more than ever though, especially on Twitter as discussion of him that involves more hate than praise has been enough to get him trending two times within the past four months. As Eggman has gotten more popular over the years, the haters have sadly also increased and it doesn't help that the misconceptions that some hate him for have been supported by a certain piece of official media for a while now.

He still doesn't really have a whole lot of fans to defend him in comparison to those that hate on him, or at least the latter are the loudest and easiest to find. He's also always been much less popular than all the anthro characters and still is. And I mean classic/modern Eggman, not Boom and Jimbotnik, as I've found those tend to be the more popular versions in the fandom spaces I've been in. But even in 2021, while he is more popular than before and it's good, game Eggman still doesn't get as much praise and defense as I've always wished he would.

I always contribute as much as I can in my own way as he's very important to me as my favorite character ever! When people are shitting on him and spreading misconceptions, I'll always be one of the fans that appreciate and defend him as the brilliant character he truly is. 💜

[solradguy]

Hi hi hi who's your current favourite blazblue character

Hello :D I've only seen the anime and played BBTag so I'm sure this'll change as I get into more BB media but I really like Hakumen and Azrael so far. Hakumen's design is so COOL and Azrael's got this over confident bastard energy that I love. His back walk animation is 10/10 lol Taokaka is also pretty great but she isn't in BBTag and didn't get fleshed out very much in the anime :(

Ragna's also grown on me a little bit too. I thought he was gonna be super edgy/insufferable because he's a half-vampire protagonist with heterochromia (like every early 2000s DeviantArt OC haha) and a special super powerful weapon arm thing but he's written with a lot of flaws that do a really good job balancing him out, imo. He's not my number 1 favorite, but I wasn't expecting to like him much at all, to be honest

[twifangs]

i think bloodclan is an interesting clan to think about not only bc its a change from how the 4 forest ones function but also the other ways it could’ve been written if there was the chance. i like the canon bloodclan they’re edgy and just. feel very much late 2000s deviantart emo self indulgent story you’d make when you’re like 12 or whatever but thinking about how else they could’ve been written is also fun. what if they acted more like a found family? instead of relying on fear to rule, scourge could have led bloodclan to help and protect others. or maybe even being a little bit scary to frighten away any troublemakers. like... “oh lets maybe not go to that twolegplace.. that street bc bloodclan is there/might find out” etc etc.

i just like to think of them as appearing very scary and there’s a lot of rumours of them (kinda like the rumours the kittypets used to say about the forest clans) but you meet them and they’re just a bunch of goodhearted cats looking out for eachother and supporting others who may not have the best life or chances or whatever. found family but make it a scary sounding bunch of emo cats who when you meet them are actually just kind and silly and like to help others. and if you need help from them then they won’t turn you away.

[theartofbeinganeldar]

The Art of Being an Eldar: Legolas x Reader Prologue

Summary: You're a fantasy-loving, LARPing human from this world, who's the black sheep of society because of your obsession for the unreal and alienation of what's real. When you're in the middle of a LARP battle with some pretty phony boars, you fall out of a tree and bust your head. You wake up, alone, and are suddenly attacked by some very pissed-off, very real wargs. Without any idea of how you got there, you got dropped into Middle-Earth, with only bits and pieces of memories of Tolkien's masterpiece, though your recollection of everything else is perfectly clear. And of all places in Middle-Earth, you got dropped into Mirkwood, with some suspicious, potentially hostile, Woodland Elves...

Chapter No.: Prologue

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: So, this is my first fanfiction on tumblr, and I'd thought I'd try it since I have very little time for DeviantArt's chaos. It's much different from my Legolas x Reader on there. I added a small loving family to make the emotions relatable-- even if you don't have siblings, or have more than what I added, it's just fanfiction! Also, I tried to make my pronouns for said reader gender-nuetral so that everybody can enjoy it! The reason your character is so wild is for the sake of not fitting in to this world, yet you're used to it, so that later points in the plot can become more... Well, you'll see. And yes, I made Elves pansexual because I don't think they'd care much about gender or age at that point. LARPing plays a big role in the prologue, because your character is really into it for personal reasons. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. I hope you like it! Feedback, likes, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused,  Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

You'd never been considered normal by anyone. You enjoyed LARP instead of reality. Your "job" was just staying at home and captioning videos all day every day you weren't LARPing instead of interacting with society at a normal job. Your home? A tiny studio apartment that only cost $450 a month without bills, and you did without cell phone, car, and electric for the sake of being your weird self. You hadn't been to college yet, despite the fact that everyone told you to go once your gap year was over, and it almost was. What would you even study? Acting was all that got you close to who you were, so, ok, guess that's fine, but nobody else thought of that as a career. Maybe you could write fiction-- you were good at that much.

You weren't always like this. There was a time when you were just a normal kid, living a normal life. But somewhere around ten, you started to change, and by sixteen you'd become who you were today. If the Old You could see the New You, you weren't sure if they'd think you were weird too, or if they'd stare up at you in awe.

Hopefully it was the latter, which made you feel good.

I mean, come on, were you born in the wrong timeframe or what?! That's what you thought, anyway. There's no way that this world was for you. The fact that nearly all people were heartless jackasses that enjoyed destroying the planet, the fact that everybody had to be the same or were considered freaks, prejudice and injustice were key factors of life and the rich got handed everything on a silver platter while the poor had to scavenge... Just, everything of this reality made you hate it. If only you'd been born five hundred years earlier, or, y'know, in Game of Thrones or Lord of the Rings...

You'd really liked to have been born in Middle-Earth. You had so many books about it, you knew practically everything there was to know, even the confusing shit about Faramir being in the Fall of Gondolin. You'd practically memorized Elvish, and dwarvish, and you knew the whole six movies by heart, every line. And of course, like most Lord of the Rings fans, you had a massive crush on a certain Elvish princeling who was too pretty for his own good. In fact, Legolas was who inspired you to learn archery; maybe one day you'd be as good as he was.

Despite your wishes, you were stuck in reality, however much you hated it

. Even amongst your LARP groups, you were considered outlandish.

Everybody else had normal lives outside of their games, whereas you pretended this was your life. You didn't have any job aside from the small caption jobs you did when you weren't LARPing, no social life, nothing. The only people you had was your mother, brother, sister, and your only friend, [F/N]. They accepted you and your strange fantasies, even if they thought you'd one day regret acting in a way when you could've been beginning a normal life and being productive.

So excuse you if you decided to invite them to a LARP event and let them borrow some of your costumes. It wasn't the end of the world. But your LARP group apparently didn't get that memo.

"You invited your mom?!" A royal asshole sneered, yet you took satisfaction in the fact that his knight costume looked like it was made of cardboard painted silver, whereas your sci-fi Elf getup was actual leather and cloth. His name was Jacob Brent; you'd never really liked him. He'd always had it out for you because your costumes were so much more fabulous than his. Plus you may or may not have actually known swordplay and archery and dagger throwing and martial arts... Kinda. You were still in the process of learning kickboxing.

You cocked a sky blue-- yes, sky blue-- eyebrow to your equally bright blue hairline, spiked up in a short faux hawk. This was your first sci-fi Elf, and you'd wanted to go all out. A cocky grin split its way across your face. "Yeah, so? It doesn't effect you on any level, Tin Can."

He sniggered with his cronies. "I can't believe you don't have anyone else to come with you." He mimicked rubbing his eyes like he was four. "'Oh Mommy, I need somebody to come with me!'" His whole group burst into laughter.

You surprised them by joining in, actually appluading. "Oh, wow! Wonderful, just wonderful! Hey, should I tell Mindy that I seen you feeling up Roxie behind your fort last week?" He paled, and almost everybody in his group of crappy cosplay got 'o' faces. You put your hands on your hips. "Guess what, asshole, just 'cause I'm close with my family and you're not with yours doesn't make it a crime to hang out with them. It's my life, my decision, and I enjoy spending time with them." You hefted up a disappointingly fake spear, turning to walk away. "Oh, and by the way, your paint's chippin' off."

Reason for Hating Reality Number 6, 965: Immaturity levels are almost incomprehensibly high.

Your mom glared daggers at Jacob's Immaturity Harem. She'd always been a tough gal, always sticking up for you when you got bullied when you were younger, but now that you were an adult, she had to let you kick ass yourself; you were pretty good at it. "I don't like him." She stated casually, and you chuckled.

"'Course you don't. He looks like a cheesy robot costume you'd get from Wal-Mart with a too-big crotch protector that's not impressing anyone but himself, and he has the face of a roasting pig. Too tanned, too grubby, and always with something in his mouth."

She smiled slightly. "Has he always been giving you trouble?"

You swung your gear pack off of your shoulder, letting it yank itself down to earth. "Since the day he tried kissing my ass 'cause he didn't know me." [F/N] must've overheard that last sentence, because he burst into laughter when he approached with your brother, [B/N], and your sister, [S/N]. "You talking about Jacob?"

"Sure as hell."

You'd first met [F/N] a year ago, when you'd joined extra-curricular activites for your last year of high school. He thought your personality was incredibly brave, especially in this modern world, but even still... He was just a friend, not a best friend. You'd never had that luxury outside of your tiny family. You just didn't trust him after the life you'd had.

Unfortunately, it seems they didn't like the getups. "Do I have to wear this?" [B/N] asked dramatically, slumping over. He didn't look right in the pauldrons and leather breastplate.

"It's too heavy!" [S/N] complained.

You sighed theatrically. "My piteous children, deal with thy armor, for it must be worn despite thou complaints."

[B/N] pressed his palms together and bowed down. "Screweth thou, false companion."

You mimicked his bow. "Off to hell with thee."

"Hey! You guys! It's starting!" [F/N] cried, and ran off, his pack of weapons and magic bags trembling dangerously on his back. The rest of you followed more slowly, as you explained to your family how exactly LARPing worked. Battles weren't actually bloody, magic was just colored powder, you get points for a hit, and so on and so forth. [B/N] and [S/N] got it immediately, but your poor mom, who hadn't even ever played Skyrim, had no idea how the point system and leveling up worked. You had to explain it six times over before you'd reached the massive gathering of LARPing cosplayers. [F/N] returned to you as you reached it, carrying a map. "We were in Larsgyushter Prairie last, right?"

"Duh," You shrugged, at the same time [S/N] asked with a grimace, "Luckyestire Prairie?"

[F/N] inclined his head. "Well, I made some arrangements because your family joined us. We made for Glewnburg, where we picked up their characters, and then headed into the Elder Woods."

You took the map. "Sounds fair enough."

[S/N] frowned. "What exactly were you guys doing last time?"

[F/N] blushed; he must've liked her, which made you feel proud and like pummeling him all at once. "A quest to defeat a horde of wildebors in order to get a good amount of gold."

"How much?"

"Four hundred."

Your mom seemed confused. "Is that a lot?"

"For the land of Sisgremor," You retorted, "Not much. But it's enough for us. We hunt for food, and sleep in the woods. It's summertime, so we don't have much need for shelter unless it storms, and we know where to find caves. The coin is for some new bits of armor, and some weapon upgrades and a couple of magic books for [F/N]."

"Oh," Your mom said, and you took the lead, getting into your Elven character with a huge grin on your face.

"Come, my children! We must meet the bors by midday!" You ran off, but you didn't miss the looks over half of the LARP community gave you.

~le time skip~

The one thing you didn't like about LARPing was the enemies. They weren't believable and were crappily dressed, at least in your community. They were crappy actors and their dying acts were unrealistic. Unless they were orcs that had good makeup skills and good cosplay, they weren't worth fighting, but you had an imagination to kick them up a notch.

As always, the wildebors were just some guys in black outfits decorated with needles, and wearing pig masks with an underbite bearing tusks. Your imagination knocked them to eight-feet long beasts with bloodstained tusks, wild red eyes, and porcupine-like needles that shot out of their near-impenetrable hides if provoked.

You'd only fought these beasts once. They had three separate healthbars, each a different strength: eight hundred, four hundred, and one hundred. Your spear-- the only weapon you could afford after your bow snapped (Poor prop craftsmanship.), had a damage rate of ten health per hit, thirty if you could make a three-combo move (The highest combo move allowed.).  [F/N]'s magic bombs, bolts of energy, and other magic stuff only varied from ten to fifty health damage per hit, except for his Fyrering, which was a once-a-day power that was ninety health damage, plus a three minute window of burning which took ten damage every thirty seconds.

The boars were also viscious; one hit from them took around fifty health, and at level nine, you and [F/N]'s health bars were only at two hundred and fifty, plus your armor rating of fifty and his of twenty. Your family, however, were only at level one, with a one hundred strength health bar each and armor ratings varying between ten and fifteen.

In short: that meant a hell of a lot of hits, very little openings, and there were always numbers to consider. There were six of them, and five of you. If you had your bow, this would be easy. You'd climb a tree, avoid their needles, and fire your twenty-five damage arrows relentlessly (With the thirty plus bonus from your actual bow.) while [F/N] pelted them with magic. You could take down two, maybe three that way before retreating, waiting for your strength to regenerate and your undamaged arrows to "respawn" before coming back for more battling (The arrows don't actually exist, for safety reasons. You had to wait for ten minutes before an approximated number of arrows, determined previously by the quest-giver, "reappeared" in your "inventory.").

But you had to think of a new plan. A brand new plan. You had three level one novices, two level nine intermediates, and six angry-as-hell wildebors that were level twenty. This was an impossible quest. You should never have accepted it knowing your family was coming.

You were hiding behind a huge oak, and glanced around it; for a split moment, you saw the crappy actors, but your mind quickly fixed that. Above and to your immediate right, [F/N] hid behind a mound of boulders up on a hill, and you'd positioned your family similarly. You just couldn't see them. [F/N]'s hand waving caught your attention. Frantically, he pointed above you. You whipped your head up, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You gave him a look like WTF dude, and he rolled his eyes. He picked up a rock as an example and pointed back up into the branches, but still, you didn't see anything. He gestured again, almost forcefully, and this time, you seen it: brightnuts, a specialized kind of walnut bred specifically to explode into a bright white light on impact, with dangerous shrapnel and poisonous fumes that had one hundred and fifty health damage.

Of course, in reality, they were just blue and white beanbags hanging in nets rigged all over the branches, but you pretended they weren't.

But still, perfect.

You'd start calling out orders as soon as you started throwing them. [F/N] knew how to improvise to a plan already, but your family didn't. You propped your spear up on the tree, and started climbing, wincing when the bark scraped your palms; you were wearing what'd used to be white bridal gloves, but you'd tinkered with them to match your costume, sewing sky blue patterns into the gloves.

You personally didn't make a sound, but a couple of leaf-covered branches fell; luckily, wildebors were mostly deaf and blind, so you should make it to the top of the tree without any consequences.

You flashed [F/N] a triumphant smile when you reached the topmost branches, snatching a bag of brightnuts and holding them high above your head. He shot you a double thumbs-up, then made a wheel-like gesture to get you to move on. You stuck your tongue out at him, then readjusted yourself on the branch to get a good aim.

A few seconds of struggling against the knot, and you'd gotten the net open. With barely a minute of hesitation, you drew your arm back, and fired. Your aim was almost perfect. You hit one of the wildebors in the side, and you seen the actor as he started the most over-acted reaction you'd seen yet: a violent jump, then what sounded like a deranged "Guuuugh!" You rolled your eyes. So dramatic.

Either way, [F/N] whooped behind you. "Hit! A hit!"

Before you could give any orders whatsoever, [B/N] charged down the hill with his realistic-looking wooden battleaxe bellowing a war cry. You slumped over. "Aw, shit."

In the blink of an eye, [B/N] was officially dead but still pummeling the poor actors, your mom didn't know what to do, [F/N] didn't realize what was happening from behind his rock, and [S/N] was dodging air like a boss. You waited on the branch until the coach of the actors stood, took off his mask, and blew his whistle.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! You with the axe! You died already! Come on everybody, regroup, come on..." Your mom and [S/N] were laughing it off with a couple of the actors, but [B/N] was having a heated argument with the rest of them, and they were starting to shove each other around; he'd always been a sore loser. The coach separated them, and [F/N] called to you from below. "Guess we failed this quest, huh?"

You shrugged. "It's all good. There are other, less dangerous quests."

He perked up. "Yeah, so hurry up and get down here! We've gotta get back to Glewnburg!"

You tossed the beanbag you'd had in your hand back into the net. "Comin'." Unfortunately for you, you were a bit of a show-off. You stood, stretching your arms out for balance, walking quickly and carefully across the bough. A loud snap that echoed through the forest silenced everyone: your sudden movements had weakened the branch down the middle, where a split was slowly cracking open.

"Oh shit." Did I have to choose the top branch?

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as you fell. Your ribs exploded with pain as you slammed into a slightly lower branch full-force. Your ankle snapped. Your arms were whipped and bruised. Your head cracked painfully across the thick, unmoveable base of one branch, and white and yellow dots burst in your vision. Your sight started to fade, as did the pain, until you met the ground with a dull thud.

I should've went to college.

~time skip~

When you woke up, the first thing you realized was, Hey, I woke up! I'm alive! which was immediately followed by, Holy fucking shit what the fucking hell did I break, then a much more painful thought of Why the fuck am I still in the goddamn forest? 

And you were. You were laying on your side, in a couple of very small but still immensely terrifying pools of drying blood, one of which came from the corner of your mouth. Your entire body throbbed painfully. Every breath you took caused sharp, white-hot pains to spiderweb across your entire torso. Your ankle was burning up, and you couldn't move it or your left arm. Your head felt like you'd been hit by a truck. A truck made of solid wood...

Why were you still in the forest? You knew your mother well enough to know that she've panicked. She'd've screamed your name and ran to you and called 911 immediately. [F/N] would've done the same. In fact, there was no reason why they wouldn't have called for a medic. You fell from the equivalent of a three-story building with poles sticking out of it.

By all accounts, you should be near death.

So why were you still in the forest, exactly where you'd fell?

With immense effort, you rolled onto your back, panting heavily and wincing against the pain. Your vision swam, and things were blurry. The trees were different; the tree where you'd fallen from was tall and branchless for most of the way up, and definitely not an oak. To boot, there weren't any nets full of beanbags, and your spear was gone. Behind you was  a cliff with an outcropping of rock that looked similar-- but not the same-- to the one [F/N] had been behind. There were roots and underbrush and bushes and walls of thorny branches surrounding you, and in between the ground was filled of orange and gold fallen leaves; up in the canopy, which hadn't been as thick before, the leaves were all dressed for Fall. You stared at it in confusion. "What the hell?" Shit. Even that hurt.

Where were you? Why weren't you in an ambulance with the sirens blaring? You were pretty positive you'd broken quite a few bones, and from that fall, you couldn't not have internal bleeding. So where were you?

You waited, but no one came. When the sky started to darken and the pain began to worsen, you were forced to move, slowly getting up, inch by inch, until you'd managed to be in a sitting position. It felt like all the blood rushed from your head and torso, making you cold in the evening chill. You hugged your right arm to your chest, really wishing you'd've worn arm cuffs or something; your short, high-collared, sleeveless, sky-blue leather jacket over a thin white crop top and a black corset-style belt really weren't meant for chilly weather.

"Hello?" You called out. Your voice carried on, but you got no return call. Blood trickled down your chin from where your lips had rebusted; you were lucky you hadn't bit your tongue off or shattered teeth. "Hey! Help!" Still, nothing. "Hey!"

After a twenty-minute bout of screaming for help, you gave up. You were confused-- so, so, confused. Where were you and why were you here? Where was your family? Where was [F/N]? Where was the coach, and those shitty actors? Hell, where was the rest of the LARP group? You'd even be relieved if Jacob appeared out of nowhere.

The moon had risen by the time you’d made it to your feet. Your ankle wasn't as bad as it was earlier; you could put some weight on it now, even if it wasn't a lot. You must've only sprained it. You tried calling for help a few more times, but only the crickets replied.

Then, they went silent.

You frowned. In books and movies, that was usually a bad sign. What'd caused them to shut up so abruptly? Not aliens, you hoped, like in Signs.

A low growl from behind you-- behind you, dammit-- made your skin crawl. A chill ran down your spine. You turned, slowly, hoping you wouldn't aggravate the wolf or coywolf or whatever it was; it wasn't either of those.

It stood on top of the small cliff, and it was at least the size of a horse. A boar-like coat, dull brown, covered its entire body, spotted in places. Its head was broad and massive, bearing an underbite of fangs and small beady eyes. Drool fell from its jaws as it snarled at you. You were half tempted to try the "Nice doggie" before you seen the rider.

Damn, it was ugly as hell. Small, malformed, with dark green skin and a crooked nose. Greasy, thin hair hung from its wrinkled scalp. Nasty claws protruded from its wart-covered fingers and dug into the horn of some kind of saddle. It sneered with an evil grin, and a mouthful of sharp teeth.

You didn't know what else to do; you took off running at full speed, ignoring the pains shooting up your leg from your sprained ankle. Branches and weeds whipped your skin, trailing blood. You glanced back once. The monster-- which you knew was an orc-- and the giant dog that you couldn't place the name of watched you for a couple of moments more before the orc gave a sharp order in a language you didn't understand, but it felt familiar. Two more of the giant dogs burst from the bushes on either side of the first, and they did give chase. Shit, were they what'd happened to your family? Some whackjob dressed as an orc riding a pitbull on steroids mauled everybody?!

You pushed yourself to run faster. Your heart pounded in your ears. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Each step jarred your aching body, but you couldn't stop. The dogs were enjoying the chase, keeping their strides slow enough to still be on your heels, but not close enough to get you yet. A new sound-- a river, maybe-- gave you hope, and you tried to move even faster, your lungs burning from the strain.

It was a river you'd heard, but it was down a steep hill filled of arching roots and thorny bushes. You didn't have time to stop; you barreled forward, tripped, and rolled the rest of the way, hurting your body even further. By the time you reached the pebbly shore (With all of the sharp edges of the rocks jabbing into you unnecessarily.), the dogs were halfway down, the orcs riding them laughing like hyenas.

You couldn't swim, but you'd rather take your chances with the river than with the giant pitbulls. You waded in, and were immediately swept off your feet by the strong current. It dragged you under, and you were bashed into some boulders, getting cut up badly. One slammed into your hip, nearly causing you to suck in. Another rammed into your already-broken ribs, and this time, you did scream, getting a huge gulp of water. A crimson cloud engulfed you as something long and sharp burst through your calf. You were pushed up against another boulder, and you grabbed on, hauling yourself out of the water and hanging on for dear life, hacking and coughing out the water that'd filled your lungs.

The dogs had chased you up the shoreline, and the orcs carried shortbows with arrows of dark wood. A glance down and, sure as fuck, they'd hit you with one in the calf, dammit. You looked ahead of you: rapids, a slow and drawn-out death. Ahead of you, probably a very painful death, but hopefully it'd go faster than drowning while being battered to a lifeless corpse.

I should've gone to college.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight and braced yourself for the next arrow, but you were pretty much forced to open them again when you heard the sound of dogs yelping and orcs wailing. One of the dogs was dead, neck slashed open and pouring blood onto the rocks. It had landed on its rider, who struggled beneath its weight. The other dog had taken off, but its rider had an arrow jutting out of its face.

A troop of warriors, clad in forest-colored tunics of dark browns, greens, and grays had appeared in the second you'd closed your eyes. Every one of them had long, straight hair, braided away from their faces. Most had a quiver of arrows and a longbow, but some, like the one who'd killed the dog, had a curved longsword. Others still had long knives. Compared to the dark orcs, these people seemed to almost be made of light...

Oh shit.

Elves. These were Elves.You could see it clearly now, in the way they carried themselves: regal, majestic, every move perfectly balanced and smooth. Their ears were pointed, but not drastically like the ones from Zelda, and they were taller than most average men. You were in awe.

These were some damn good actors.

No, they couldn't be actors. That clicked, finally. Especially when you were able to see the one that'd killed the dog slice off the struggling orc's head cleanly and deftly before kicking it into the river. Thankfully, it didn't come near you.

Shit. These were real orcs, real giant bloodthirsty dogs, real Elves... This was all real. But how...?

You heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled taut, much closer to you. You couldn't exactly whip around in your current state, but you still moved as fast as you could. Another Elf, standing on the flat rocks halfway across the river, no less than thirty feet away. How the hell did he get there?!

After the initial shock passed, you realized there was an arrow nocked in the bow. You'd already felt one once in the last ten minutes, you didn't need to feel it again, so you stayed still. He watched you with eyes so blue you could see them from where you were. He was illuminated from the side by the moon, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. His hair was somewhere between platinum and very light blonde, and a quiver of orange-feathered arrows hung over two identical sheaths for ivory-handled long knives. His bow was almost as gorgeous as he was: dark wood engraved with golden leaf designs. His tunic was dark green, and you admired his fancy Elven belts and buckles and bracers for a second before your eyes were drawn back to his face, the profile of which was almost... Dished, in a way, like an Arabian horse's. Your eyes locked, and you felt as if you'd seen him somewhere before...

An Elf on the shoreline spoke, breaking the trance. You couldn't understand what exactly he said; you could've swore you knew some Elvish...

The Elf staring you down watched you for a minute longer, then jerked his bow toward you in gesture, shouting an order to one of his comrades. His voice sounded so familiar... It was on the tip of your brain... It was deep and soft and gentle and commanding all at once. You couldn't explain it. Two Elves followed his order, nimbly leaping from tiny rock to tiny rock to get to where he was, then past him, coming to you. Their weapons were sheathed, so you hoped they were going to help you instead of kicking you into the water or something.

Carefully, noticing how banged up you were, they grabbed you underneath of the arms and lifted you onto the flat rocks the blue-eyed Elf stood on, still ready to fire, and stepped back as you coughed up some water in a delayed reaction to nearly drowning.

When you finished, your eyes felt like they wanted to close on their own. You felt too tired, too weak, too pained... Despite that, you sat up, shivering in the chilly evening air. "Th-thank you..." With a start, you realized they might not even understand English.

"Who are you?" The blue-eyed Elf demanded. "Answer me quickly; do not think we cannot throw you back to the river."

Shit. Pressure. Suddenly you forgot your name for a split second. "I-I'm [Y/N]."

"What are you doing in these lands?"

"I was chased," You looked pointedly at the dog and orc.

The Elf watched you for a minute, judging you... He signaled. "Throw them back into the river." Suddenly, you were being dragged.

Aw, fuck. You struggled against the Elf's strong grips. "W-wait! I don't even know where I am! The last thing I knew I was playing a game with my family and I fell out of a tree! All of a sudden I'm being chased by giant dogs and being manhandled by a couple of Elvish pri--!" You were cut off by a bought of coughing that wracked your body so hard that you doubled in on yourself, pulling the Elves down with you. Your eyes widened when blood trickled out of your mouth, leaving crimson droplets on the rocks. Shit.

The blue-eyed Elf ordered something in their tongue, and the two dragging you halted on a dime. He finally decided to lower his bow a little, inspecting you. "Are there more of you?"

You shook your head; you were getting dizzy, and your vision was blacking out. "I-I don't know... I was alone when I woke up."

The Elves conversed in their own language for a few minutes, and the blue-eyed Elf finally came to the conclusion that you weren't much of a threat in your current state. He looked to the Elves on the shoreline, and gestured at one of the ones holding you, who then scooped you up bridal style, but like you were the ugliest bride he'd ever seen. "Und win'doheim!" Shouted the blue-eyed Elf, obviously the one in charge, and lead the progression back to the forest.

I should never have gotten out of bed today...

Despite the crazy situation, you managed to doze off a few times on the Elf that carried you, until a coughing fit or pain would wake you up. A fever spiked up as you crossed a bridge, and you were half out of it as you entered some kind of woody building surrounded by trees and rivers that you couldn't comprehend very well in your feverish state. You were panting and wheezing, and couldn't see straight. It all seemed so surreal, like you were viewing this from somebody else's perspective. This had to be a dream... A very vivid, very painful dream...

The last thing you remembered was Elvish chanting, golden and white lights surrounding you, and the silhouettes of the Elves. Your pain faded, and you fell into a forced sleep.

When you woke up, a breath of relief whooshed out of your lungs. It was a dream! It was all a dream! It was night, and your nighlight had gone out, but your hall light was still on. You turned over to see what time it was, but your nightstand was gone. So was your window, and shelves and desk and computer and all of your things. Your bed was different. Your relief dissipated to terror.

Fuck. It wasn't a dream.

You were in a small room. An orange-hued light came through the low doorway, and the dark walls were ridged, as if carved from the earth itself. You felt the remains of your injuries from earlier-- or days ago, you couldn't tell how much time had passed-- as throbbing remains. Your clothes were still ripped and bloodstained, and as you stood up, it felt like you were just coming off of the flu.

Wobbly, you staggered over to the doorway, hoping to find somebody that definitely wasn't an orc or Elf.

You slammed face-first into elaborately crafted iron bars.

Outside of them, fully-armored Elves patrolled on small ledges beside the spiraling rows upon rows of cells like yours. This was a dungeon.

...Well shit.

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