#what makes a king

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Relationships: Éomer Éadig/Gríma Wormtongue Additional Tags: There will be additions to the relationships, Eowyn will get to have some fun, Multiple Pov, Manipulation, Psychological Torture, perhaps some physical torture, Saruman is being Saruman, Mind-fuckery, Canon-Typical Violence, Hate Sex, Enemies to Lovers, enemies to ??? to ??lovers??, Seidr, magic~~~, be wary of wizards for they are subtle and quick to anger, Saruman is everyone's favourite local Tower Top, (Eomer disagrees. He says Saruman is the worst and needs to leave Wyrm alone.), no horses are harmed in the making of this fic, you are allowed to become emotionally attached to Isthunn Series: Part 2 of The One Where Grima Lady Macbeths Eomer Into Kingship Summary:

Eomer and Grima are commencing on their risky deal where Grima agrees to play double-agent and spy on Saruman in return for some promise of future safety should Sauron lose. If Sauron and Saruman triumph, and his deception is not discovered, well, Grima is sitting pretty in a position of helping certain people if he feels they've earned it. He and Eomer also continue to mutually live in each other's brains rent free and they're very normal about one another.

Meanwhile, Eowyn decides that it is time to make her mark on world events and strikes out on her own, giving her brother a hundred heart-attacks in the meanwhile. (Don't worry about it, she tells Eomer, I'll be fine.)

Isengard means to attack, Gondor's defenses are weakening, and no one is ready for the war that lies ahead.

---- Obligatory Excerpt: 

Finally, Gríma gives in and speaks: ‘You know, according to legend, it has been achieved.’

‘What’s been achieved?’

‘Outmatching a Wizard.’

‘Right,’ Éomer nods. ‘That girl who ate him.’

Time now for Gríma to give Éomer a queer stare. ‘I’m not sure I know that version.’

Mischievous becomes the Third Marshal who smiles in the firelight. He says, ‘I heard that ending a few years ago, when I was up north in the Wold staying with Lord Framric. The girl thought to be friends with a Wizard, which was her first mistake—’

‘You and Greyhame are plenty friendly.’

Éomer casts a brief glower over to Gríma who takes the hint and hushes himself.

Skald!Eomer is a missed opportunity. Eomer should quit kingship/third marshalling and take up story telling. 

Eomer: friend with wizard, mistake number one. 

Grima: we don’t need your commentary. 

Eomer: tried to learn from wizard, mistake number two. 

Grima: this is very thinly veiled, Eomer. 

Eomer: betrayed country due to weird hard-on for wizard, mistake number three. 

Grima: that part is NOT in any version of this story. 

[hinamie]

10 years later

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

‘You waited before you sent for me,’ Éomer hisses. ‘You fucking sat on this. I could kill you—’ ‘I’ve no doubt, my lord, for you were ever the one with the martial prowess between the two of us.’ Gríma takes another step back. ‘But that wouldn’t be a wise move and I, personally, am not in the mood to die. Your sister is your sister, I have no control over her. She decided to fuck off into the great unknown for reasons I cannot fathom. You must have said something to her.' ‘What mean you?’ ‘You argued, yes? You always argue—’ ‘That is unfair. We are not always in argument.' ‘I beg to differ, but that isn’t the point. You provoked her.’ ‘Absolutely not! I would never provoke her.' Éomer snaps. ‘You’re always the one haunting her footsteps. You’re the one she dislikes and would not weep over if you were to fall off your perch tomorrow.’ Gríma glares. Dark eyes all heated and full of trembling fury. Oh, Éomer thinks, he has not seen Gríma this angry in years. This is a spitting-oil-in-a-fire angry. Gríma’s jaw clenches, works, he then paces a half circle before coming back to Éomer with hands on his hips as if he were a scolding fishwife. ‘Your sister could ruin things. You know that, right? The situation, at the moment, is balanced in a particular manner—’ ‘What?’ Éomer interrupts, scathing. ‘You've no contingency plan for Éowyn running away?’ ‘Hardly. Though, evidently that is an oversight on my part. I never thought she’d break her oath to your uncle, especially given her comments on the subject of oath breaking when it’s come up between us.’ Éomer heaves a sigh at the same time as Gríma.

From an upcoming chapter in What Makes a King.

Your honour, they're so utterly married and they don't even know it.

Meanwhile Eothain is just like, "Please stop arguing like you're about to enter divorce court and like...help us deal with Saruman or something."

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[demigods-posts]

headcanon that percy is historically hard to beat at monopoly. and it's intially the most mind-boggling thing ever watching him turn the tide of a game. because he's definitely losing at the beginning. but percy is not only an amazing strategist. he has a deep understanding of money and knows how and when to bet on the board. he knows when to test his luck. and he's amazing at getting into people's head.

[keets-writing-corner]

Thinking a LOT about Lucifer in the latest Hazbin episode. Idk what I was expecting but not this??

As I was watching my immediate thought was just "huh... Lucifer is kinda of weird..." but as the episode went on I realized the issue

the dude is off the chain depressed, like he says it as a joke but holy cow it is SO BAD

He's manically just creating rubber ducks cuz his daughter really like it that one time but it's empty, it's never good enough but he keeps doing it, maybe cuz he doesn't know how to pass the time otherwise.

like I get the feeling he HAS better things he SHOULD be doing than making rubber duck after rubber duck. At first I was like, "Bruh why isn't the king of hell doing anything?" aaaaand then it became clear...

The dude is disassociating so bad he can barely hold a conversation let alone remember information. He clearly WANTS to, he wants to be involved with his daughter so bad, he wants to care about the things she's doing so bad, but his depression keeps interfering. It's like he can only hear every other word and he grasps onto the ones he does hear semi-out of context. Like you can see every time he catches something that he hadn't before and he just "well shit I didn't catch that part"

and that's why he reacts so weird when people talk to him. He is struggling so bad to engage with the conversation he's only getting 50% of it

does that look like the face of a man who knows what the hell the conversation is even about??? he is STRUGGLING

like Charlie spent so long telling him about the hotel, and he STILL didn't understand what she wanted. Yeah it comes off as ditzy but literally I've been in that position where your brain just "nope, not doing this right now" and nerfs your conversation comprehension. So as someone who's BEEN in that position, to me it feels exactly like what he's dealing with. He's sorta engaged with the conversation, but only as much as his brain will allow

For example, when I'm dealing with this, this is what someone talking to me feels like this where the crossed out parts are what I missed and bold is what I catch, "Hey! You know I was thinking for dinner we could either make some chicken with rice? But if you don't feel like cooking, pasta is super easy and you love that right? What do you want to do?" you can kinda get that someone is trying to talk to you about dinner, and towards the end you get the impression that they asked something that needs your input so you can decently put 2 and 2 together and try and pass off, but crucial bits were left out, I would have no idea that either chicken or pasta is in the conversation only having heard "rice". When someone is just talking at me, I can decently pass off as being engaged but the second I'm required to participate in the conversation I'm screwed. Seem familiar? At which point I have 2 options, try to give a bullshit answer, or admit that I missed what they were saying and ask them to repeat

Lucifer, unfortunately, is trying so damn hard to hide that he's dealing with like 24/7 dissociation, so he can't admit that he's missing entire chunks of the conversation, hence his really weird replies. He does eventually get the full picture and then he and Charlie start having the real conversation

Also, the Alastor/Lucifer rivalry was hilarious but also really indicative of more of what Lucifer is dealing with

Alastor is, unfortunately, really good at picking up people's insecurities, and thanks to Charlie's description earlier and watching Lucifer clearly trying to overcompensate, he immediately picks up on the fact that Lucifer KNOWS he struggles to be a good dad (we know cuz it's cuz of the depression, hard to be engaged when your brain keeps turning off) and decides to rub salt in the wound by pretending he's been acting as a surrogate father to Charlie. Now why Alastor decided to pick a fight with the king of hell is beyond me, I do not understand Alastor (and I LIKE IT) (maybe it's cuz Alastor thinks he's hot shit and was expecting Lucifer to at least have heard of him but Lucifer just treats him like a nobody? who knows)(why would Lucifer listen to radio anyways when he can't even pay attention to a conversation it'd just be white noise)

But yeah I just was expecting someone who oozed either charisma or presence and instead I got a depressed dad who's dissociating so bad he can barely function and be present in his life. The only thing it seems he CAN do is make rubber ducks cuz his daughter really liked it that one time

Idk Lucifer is tragic to me. Whatever the full details of what heavan did to him absolutely broke him and he can't deal with it. He's aware of it, and he doesn't know how to fix it, so he tries to over compensate and sorta makes an ass out of himself but no one says or does anything cuz this guy is supposed to be THE king of hell

Suddenly it's making a lot more sense why he just rolls over and lets heaven do what it wants and even told Charlie to go in his place the start of the show. He's not in any headspace to hold a basic conversation let alone negotiate! He didn't even know who Alastor was, he's been so out of touch

idk I like him, he seems sweet, I hope Charlie brings some light back into his life. He really needs to get out of that rubber duck room

[petrowriting]

the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[freakcliff]

many things about the chronicles of Narnia made me irrevocably insane at the small age of six years old but one of the big ones was the bit in prince Caspian where caspian blows susan's horn to try and summon help and it summons the pevensie kids like. that's crazy ok. that's insane. imagine at 12 years old you're given a horn thats purpose is basically summoning divine intervention & then years later someone blows it and summons YOU . I'm crazy !

[enigmaris]

Ive written like 20k words for my two dpxdc ideas but of course my mind is giving more ideas:

Ghost King!Danny gets summoned one time by a cult and is like 'absolutely not'. He is already barely scraping by in highschool with all of his ghost fights, if he can be magically yoinked at any time he can kiss graduation goodbye.

He asks his ghost friends and one of them tells him he will need a human magic user to create a ward for him, since its human magic thats summoning him the protection should come from the same source.

Now where to find a magic user that can

1) make a protective ward for a half ghost/ half tired teen

2) will do that when Danny has about 3 dollars in his piggy bank

Danny through whatever means are the funniest discovers the soul tax evading John Constatine and has an idea!

A few days later John finds out his soul has been bought by the high king of the infinite realms, who last he checked, was a homocidal maniac.

This isnt going to end well.

[lilislegacy]

i’m just gonna come out and say it

if luke comes back in a future book, i hope percy is taller than him now.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

working on a scene with Saruman (everyone's favourite Tower Top) and god he and Grima need to fuck (derogatory) (no, they don't).

get a room!

Eomer: I'm banning you from Orthanc.

Grima: that. goes against our plans.

Eomer: if you're sucking dick, it's mine, not that old man's.

Grima: but what if I want to fuck that old man???

Eomer: no.

[just-a-small-menace]

Charles Rowland comparing him and his "platonic best friend" to Orpheus and Eurydice 0.002 seconds before saying he's not in love with him is truly just the most out of pocket moment

Like sir what kind of denial are you on and can i have some

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

Neither teases are six sentences and both are from the same work: What Makes a King Pt 2: This Time with the Fellowship

‘I’ll send men to look for her [Éowyn],’ Éomer determines. ‘I wish them joy in bringing her back if she should not desire to return.’ Gríma tilts his head. Éomer has taken to pacing, shooting dark glances at Gríma every so often. ‘What? You know something.’ ‘She overheard us—’ ‘When?’ Éomer shakes his head, no, no, no, Gríma need not worry. Nothing of their poor life choices, as it concerns one another, was witnessed. ‘She heard us in the stables the other night, when we were discussing the ring, and she confronted me—’ ‘You told her,’ pure accusation. ‘She heard enough that denial seemed fruitless,’ Éomer snaps. He rounds, again, on Gríma, pushing him back towards the wall—which also keeps them out of the line of site of servants. Éomer’s hand, flat on Gríma’s chest, could be a brand. The world becomes heated though it be mid-October. ‘She’s gone north to Rivendell, I’m certain of it.’ Gods preserve Gríma from the House of Eorl and their turbulent decision-making tendencies.

Grima, you can't talk when it comes to judging others for their turbulent decision making tendencies Mr. I've Backstabbed Everyone In My Life At Least Once

From her uncle’s sick room Éowyn departs and enters the present where she is upon her beloved Windfola and beside her is Hamsa who is riding out on Oslaf, a handsome bay and very opinionated. It is an open-sky sort of day that makes Éowyn want to runrunrun into the wild and strip her body from her body and bury herself into the marrow of the earth. It is these days that make her wonder what it is she is doing. It is these days that lead to her stripping naked at night to hold a breast in one hand and weigh it as if it were a sack of prize flour. Then the other. Then she will look down at them and the roundness of her stomach with its fat and its softness, the broad, expanding width of her hips and sturdiness of her thighs, the wiry hair between her legs, and think that this is all terribly strange. Who gave her this and what could they have meant by such a decision? She and her brother are built the same: strong as an ox, sturdy as an oak, and unforgiving as a cliff-face. Then, yes, the gold hair and such. Everyone fixates on his copper fire to her silvering ice and see not that there is fire in her, too. But blue, white-hot, and growing. The piercing centre of a flame.

Eowyn-Dernhelm my beloved

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I love how right before the Cupid scene, Jason has to just fucking decide whether he’d homophobic or not. Like he still has very little memory of his past, for all he knew he could’ve been a massive anti-gay activist growing up. He could’ve been a misogynistic, racist transphobe who boycotted drag brunches and protested pride marches. But, in that moment, he’s faced with a choice. He has no idea if he’s even met a gay person before, he has no reason to show them any respect or human decency- it really doesn’t affect him. But he’s faced with that choice, and he chooses kindness.

You see, queerness isn’t a choice. Homophobia is.

Be more like Jason Grace. Choose kindness.

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake – From Vigilante to Infinite Realms Royalty

It was one of those things that Tim never imagined would happen, not in his wildest Gotham nights. But then again, dating Danny Fenton, aka Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, came with more than just the usual paranormal hijinks.

Tim was used to strange things, but being royalty? That was definitely new.

The revelation hit him one evening when Danny casually mentioned it, like he was talking about the weather.

“You know you’re technically royalty now, right?” Danny said, lounging upside down in the air like it was the most normal thing ever.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Royalty? What are you talking about?”

Danny grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Well, you’re dating me. And I’m the King of the Infinite Realms. So that makes you my consort… which, you know, technically makes you royalty too.”

Tim froze. “Wait—what? That’s not how this works. I didn’t sign up for—”

“Oh, but it is how it works. Welcome to ghost politics, Drake.”

And that’s when Tim realized his life just got infinitely more complicated.

Naturally, the bats found out. Because of course they did. And it spiraled into something Tim really didn’t want to deal with.

It started when he casually mentioned it during a meeting in the Batcave. He figured it wasn’t a big deal. After all, being ‘royalty’ in a ghost dimension didn’t really change anything, right?

Wrong.

Bruce didn’t even flinch. He just kept typing at the Batcomputer. “You’re dating the Ghost King, and now you’re royalty?”

“Technically, yes,” Tim said, trying not to sound too defensive.

Bruce glanced at him. “I see.”

That was all he said. But it was enough to make Tim feel like he’d just announced he was moving to the moon.

Jason, of course, immediately jumped on it. “Hold up. So you’re, like, ghost royalty now? Does that mean you get a crown or something?”

Tim shot him a glare. “No, I’m not getting a crown.”

“Oh, I dunno,” Jason grinned. “Sounds like royalty to me. Next thing you know, we’re gonna be bowing to Prince Drake of the Phantom Zone.”

“It’s not the Phantom Zone, Todd.”

Damian, predictably, was furious. “This is ridiculous. You, Drake? Royalty? You are not fit for any throne, especially one in the Infinite Realms. The entire concept is absurd.”

Tim sighed, rubbing his temples. “I’m not ruling anything, Damian. It’s just a title.”

“An unearned one,” Damian muttered under his breath.

Steph, on the other hand, thought it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “Wait, wait. So if you and Danny are together for real, does that mean we have to call you ‘Your Highness’? I need to know. Are there royal ghost duties? Do you have to make decrees?”

“No. Please stop,” Tim groaned.

But the worst part? The teasing didn’t stop. Every dinner, every mission, every time Tim walked into the room, someone had something to say.

“So, Tim,” Dick said one day with a grin. “Have you started planning ghostly state visits yet? I’m sure the Justice League would love to attend a royal banquet in your honor.”

“No state visits,” Tim said through gritted teeth. “I don’t even rule anything.”

“Sure you don’t, ‘Your Ghostliness,’” Jason added with a laugh.

The bats seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. Tim? Not so much. But he had to admit, ghost politics were no joke. He was already getting drawn into weird Infinite Realms power struggles, where ancient beings would bow to him and ghosts would whisper about “the King’s consort.”

At first, Tim tried to play it off. He didn’t need the title. He wasn’t about to walk around with a crown and robes, or start making royal proclamations. But when one of the ghost courtiers addressed him as “My Lord,” he couldn’t help but cringe.

Danny found the whole thing hilarious. “Don’t worry,” he’d say with a smirk. “You won’t have to do anything royal. It’s just… a perk.”

“Some perk,” Tim muttered.

Still, despite all the teasing and the bizarre ghostly politics, Tim knew one thing for sure: he wouldn’t trade it for anything. Dating Danny came with chaos, sure. But at the end of the day, Tim was okay with it. Even if it meant being ghost royalty.

Just… no crown. Ever.