#Ori ran

[gnomescarfcomics]

Tolkientober Day 17: Dwarves

#Tolkientober #The Hobbit #Ori #Bifur #Bofur #Kili #Fili #Thorin Oakenshield #Balin #Oin #Dwalin #Gloin #Nori #Dori #sorry Bombur you count as two and i ran out of room on my paper #Tolkien #Gnome Scarf art

[orioncore]

textposts part three! ft bcr and a whole lot of azu hi azu ily

#ori textposts #enstars #here we go. oh boy #jun sazanami #hiyori tomoe #nagisa ran #kohaku oukawa #madara mikejima #rinne amagi #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami #hinata aoi #yuta aoi #rei sakuma

[stevespookington]

Eddie used to love to run, it started when he was young. The feel of the wind on his skin, the joy of the playground games. He was always so fast, always felt so free.

Then he grew older, much too soon. And running didn’t feel so free, it didn’t feel as nice. He grew older and wiser and learned about rules. Don’t say this, don’t do that. Don’t be a coward, stand up for yourself. Why are you running away?

And then he met his Uncle Wayne.

Eddie’s uncle was different.

He was quiet and gentle.

He made him soup when he was sad.

Uncle Wayne brushed a finger gently across a bruise on his cheek, patched him up, and sighed. “Kid, there’s a time and a place for everything, and sometimes you stand up. But sometimes? It’s okay to run.

That was and still is some of the best advice Eddie has gotten. Know when you have to stay and fight, but more importantly know when to run. Eddie knows he is gangly, all leg and not much muscle. Eddie knows that he is different and that not everyone is as okay with that as his uncle is.

He passes it on to his kids, to the little sheep that he adopts. There’s a time and a place for everything. Not only is there a place for you here, but it’s okay to be different. Not everyone will be okay with that, but why be the same if you don’t want to be? There’s a time and a place for everything, and sometimes it is the time to run. Run home again to safety.

Run home again to loving arms and family, found or otherwise.

Eddie tells them this and they laugh. Eddie seems so big to them, why would he have to run. But he tells them nonetheless.

Eddie makes a home for them, a safe place, a shelter. He shields them in fantasy and makes himself a target instead.

The loudest freak and also the fastest running.

Spring comes and this is it, this is it. So close, so close.

Eddie is dashing towards the finish line. Hands outstretched and ready to burst out.

But, well, he isn’t dashing anymore.

He’s back to running, one day he will be able to stop.

There’s a time and a place, he tells himself, and he keeps running.

And then he isn’t alone anymore, he ran but others ran too.

They ran towards him. To join him.

And a plan is made. Weapons are improvised. And Eddie crafts a shield.

They are the decoys and Eddie is okay with that. Finally, a reason not to run. He has always been good at distracting others to protect those he cares about. He can do it again.

Don’t be a hero, Steve says. (His eyes say more)

I won’t, Eddie replies. (His eyes whisper his lie)

And Eddie doesn’t run. Until… the door is shuddering and Dustin just made it up the rope. Eddie looks up and then he looks at the door.

There’s a time and a place for everything, a time to fight and a time to flee.

Eddie was a distraction, but maybe he still can be one.

And so Eddie runs.

Eddie runs, but this time it isn’t to save himself. He runs to save Dustin. He’s the decoy isn’t he?

And so he runs, he’s good at it after all, he’s had practice and so he runs.

He gets on his bike and he just pedals, there’s a time and a place for everything, that’s what Uncle Wayne tells him, and this is the time to flee.

Yeah he is stopping the bats from getting through to Hawkins and Dustin, but he needs to run now. He can’t stop now, they are right behind him.

So he runs and he bikes and bikes, the bats are getting closer, but he keeps going. Adrenaline fueling his legs.

He sees figures in the distance, more monsters he thinks at first, but no it’s the others.

It must be done, it’s done, he did it, he was the distraction, but wait he led the bats right to them all, to Robin who’s like him and Nancy who’s so smart and to Steve who he, well, who he has refused to think about.

He has run, but he has led the bats here. maybe he shouldn’t have run after all…

But he ran and now he's here. He ran and now he’s with friends again. He ran and now he’s here and he can see their faces now, their faces are widening in shock and horror.

His legs burn, he really thought that this was his year, he had come into it spirits high and hopes blazing but now? He’s been chased out of town and now? Bats . The others screech to a halt, Nancy aims her shotgun.

But then? A pulse goes through the upside down.

Vines thrash and a whine is echoed through the awful place. And the bats? The bats fall down.

Eddie stops running, he ran far enough. He looks back in shock, it makes no sense. It makes no sense but he’s not gonna argue, he looks back towards the others and gets out a shaky grin before they all head back towards the trailer together, to the exit.

Steve muttering under his breath about stupid heroes and everyone’s eyes are tight with stress and fear, but it’s not as bad as it could have been.

There’s a time and a place to run.

And Eddie? He sure knows the difference.

#eddie munson #you could say that i really took this motif and ............. RAN #stranger things #steddie #ori writes #ori drabbles

[anotherpapercut]

just like blacked out and fell down in the bathroom so hard that I can barely walk. parkour

#not really sure what happened #i have a twice daily flovent inhaler which is like a medication inhaler #and sometimes when im holding my breath after breathing it in i get rlly dizzy and start shaking uncontrollably #for like a couple of minutes sometimes too. idk what it is #but today that happened and then i remember like. seeing the cabinets as i hit the ground #and then they pain hit and i started screaming which i was very vaguely aware of but idk i was really disoriented #and my partner ran in and was obviously very freaked out. i finally fully came to and realized i must've fallen #my toothbrush and toothpaste were on the ground bc i was just abt to brush the flovent out of my mouth #i scraped the fuck out of my knees and arm. my toes mustve bent way too far bc i can barely move them. must've landed hard on my knees too #one of my wrists and my neck are also fucked up. not really sure what happened there #very freaked out tho! my partner too! not rlly sure how im gonna explain the pain to my pt tomorrow...... hope im able to walk better #formerly ori/ons/belts

[origamihoshi]

and some pictures I took with Alpha and Omega.

#Ori plays #endwalker spoilers #6.0 spoilers #6.15 spoilers #ffxiv spoilers #EW spoilers #final fantasy xiv spoilers #Final Fantasy XIV #FFXIV #I ran all the way over where the twins where just to take a picture #and sadly they were too busy talking to care about who Serina was traveling with

[anon-e-miss]

A Touch of Sight - 10

“Fire!” Jazz heard the first shoot as he walked down he ambling road that led to the servants gate of the palace. He turned back and listened. “Fire! Fire! The market’s on fire!”

Ori? Prowl? Smokey? Blue? Jazz shook off his shock and transformed. He barrelled down the streets at the same time as mechanisms, roused from their berths from the screams ran into the streets and looked up at the black smoke filling the night sky. As he raced down the hill, he realized it was not the market that was burning, Ori was safe, the smoke billowed up from Devil’s Acre, the very rookery where Prowl and his mechlings lived. As he drove closer, Jazz’s spark clenched in his chassis. Before he even saw the crowd and the flames he had known, he had known it would be Prowl’s home ablaze. He transformed as he reached the seen. Mechanisms, Prowl’s neighbours were sitting on the sidewalk in various states of distress. Neither Prowl or the mechlings were among them. The roof was on fire, the very top floor; the very floor Prowl lived on with his creations. A figure stumbled out of the burning building, hacking violently. It was Punch.

“Ori!” he exclaimed and he ran for his originator and guided him away from the building.

“I... cough... couldn’t get to them,” Punch said between coughs. “The stairs, the floor, its all burning.”

“Did ya see’em?” Jazz asked. Punch nodded pointed up as he coughed and Jazz looked up. He saw a face in the window. Someone, Prowl likely, had already broken the glass.. Jazz waved his arms. “Help’s comin’!”

“Help! Jazz! Help!” Smokescreen cried. “The wall’s starting to burn!”

“Hang in there!” Jazz shouted. “Help’s comin’. I promise!”

“It ain’t,” one of Prowl’s soot covered neighbours lamented. “Fire marshal won’t come here. They don’t serve Swindle’s properties.”

“Scrap,” Jazz cursed. “Are ya able, Sir?”

“Yeah,” the mech coughed once. “Just took a bit of smoke trying to get ole couple next to be out. They don’t move too good.”

“Can ya drive to the fire station?” Jazz asked. “Tell to get their afts here on order o’ the Lord Inquisitor.”

“If they don’t listen?”

“Tell ‘m I’ll put them to the sword myself,” Jazz said. “This street ain’t gonna burn ‘cause they got a beef wit Swin. That ain’t a threat. Ya tell’m that. It’s a promise.”

“Yes Sir!” The neighbour transformed and raised towards the fire station located deep in the market.

“Hey! You!” Jazz waved a bystander who was giving coolant to the victims. “Go to the palace. ‘N get the to wake the Master o’ Arms ‘n Medic Ratchet. Tell’em theirs a fire ‘n the Lord Inquisitor called for ‘em.”

“Yes, My Lord!” The femme said. She transformed into a slick motorcycle and raced towards the palace.

“Ain’t ‘nough time,” Punch said.

“I know,” Jazz replied. “Anyone go some coolants I can use?”

“Oiy!”Another bystander stepped forward and offered Jazz the cube. It looked to be the last one on hand.

“Thanks,” Jazz said. He offered it to Punch first, who took a swig. Then he took rags from his subspace and soaked them. “Do ya know where the weaver’s shop is?”

“Aie.”

“Take some friends, take all the energon and coolant ya can carry ‘n bring it here, take care o’ everyone,” Jazz ordered. “That’s my Ori and his shop... just sayin’... in case anyone gets any ideas.”

“Be careful Jazz,” Punch ordered. “But be quick.”

“‘M always careful,” Jazz replied.

His originator scoffed. Jazz did not counter, their definitions of careful were different. He wrapped the wet rags around his servos and rolled his shoulders. The wall of apartment building was cool at street level, it would not be as he climbed higher. Stretching his arms up as he jumped, Jazz servos magnetized to wall. Digging his pedtips in, he started to climb. Swindle may not have been so shoddy with his upkeep after all. Jazz had seen buildings like this in the Dead End burn up in nanokliks but then, Jazz supposed that even if Swindle had insurance on it, the payout would not cover future lost rents. They would still have a talk later. If shoddy electrical work had started this, Swindle would pay for it. Heat radiated from the wall as he climbed higher. Thick smoke poured out the wind. He saw a tangle of thread trapped on ragged glass dancing in the smoke and looked down. A makeshift rope lay in a pile on the ground. Unlike that rope, Jazz would not let them down. The coolant soaked rags around his servos were heating up. He could hardly touch the tips of his digits to the wall it was so hot but he grit his denta and pushed on.

“Jazz!” Smokescreen coughed as his head poked out of the black cloud of smoke. He disappear for a moment and reappeared, pushing a pillow against the jagged glass.

“‘M here!” Jazz choked on a face full of smoke. The back wall of the apartment was a wall of fire. The floor was wet. Broken pipes from the washracks. It was starting to steam. Prowl was standing next to the window, holding Bluestreak’s face towards the fresh air. “‘M here, Prowl.”

“Take them!” Prowl exclaimed, fear clear in his voice. His doorwings were spread wide, guarding Bluestreak from the unbearable heat.”

“Get on my back, Smokey,” Jazz order, swinging one leg over the broken window leg, trying to avoid getting cut up. “I need to hold on. Ya can’t let go.”

“I won’t,” the youngling promised and he crossed his legs around Jazz’s waist and his arms around his neck. Jazz gave his wrist a squeeze as he pulled his leg back out. The wall burnt his palm and his ped tips but he held firm.

“Prowl,” Jazz reached out his servo.

“You cannot carry the three of us down,” Prowl said. “Take Bluestreak.”

“I...” Jazz saw the wall of flames and saw the determined line of Prowl’s doorwings and mouth and he hated that the crystal peddler was right. He took Bluestreak, the little mech still holding the little lupinoid Ori had given him, and held him to his chassis. “Hold on to me, Blue. I’ll be back for ya Prowl.”

“Just do not drop them,” Prowl begged. “Please!”

“I won’t,” Jazz promised. “Hold on Prowl. Stay right here ‘n I’ll be back for ya.”

His servos and peds were burning but Jazz pressed his arms and servos flat against the wall as he shuffled down. Bluestreak was too paralyzed with fear to hold on properly so Jazz tried to form a cage around him with his arms and legs. Smokescreen held the collar of Bluestreak’s armour, with more strength than a youngling should have had but he held tight for both of them. He watched Bluestreak’s doorwings and pressed off the wall just a little to keep them away from the red hot metal. If not for the mechlings, Jazz would have just risked the fall, he had the dexterity of a pneumalion but he could not dug and roll or twist mid fall with the mechlings, not without dropping them and he had given Prowl his glyph. Even as they descended and the wall was no longer burning hot, Jazz’s arms, servos and peds were on fire. Someone reached up and pulled Smokescreen from his back. It was Swindle. Jazz looked at him.

“I didn’t do this,” Swindle insisted.

“It was the crazy mech,” Smokescreen exclaimed. “He was ranting. Said he was burning the demons... then... then he screamed and screamed. I think he jumped into the fire.”

“He was supposed to be in the sanatorium!” Swindle exclaimed.

“Ori,” Jazz jogged to his originator as he called out to him.

“Sweetlin’” Punch took Bluestreak in his arms and hugged him.

“I need to go back for Prowl,” Jazz said. “Take care o’em for me.”

“Be careful!” Punch ordered. There was a loud crackle and the ground rumbled. Jazz looked up and saw the roof collapsing onto Prowl’s apartment.

“Creator!” Smokescreen screamed. Jazz stared up in disbelief. He shook his helm. He did not give up so easily.

“Stay with Ori,” Jazz ordered as he squeezed Smokescreen’s shoulders. “Y’re Creator don’t give up easy, do he?”

“No!” Smokescreen replied.

“Neither do I,” Jazz insisted.

Every step hurt but Jazz ran to the burning building and started to climb. It did not matter how much it burned, as Jazz climbed, it goaded him on. Prowl had faced worse, Prowl was facing worse. The inferno crackled loudly above his helm and he could feel the wall moving as he climbed. He stared up into the smoke and fire and it seemed like Prowl’s whole floor had collapsed. For a nanoklik it seemed hopeless but then Jazz shook his helm and snarled to himself. Prowl had been alone with the mechlings through armegeddon; he was not alone now. Jazz moved to climb around the window below Prowl’s and he gasped as he saw the gaping whole above it. The whole floor had collapsed. He saw a flash of white in the blackened debris and put his elbow through the window. In a frenzy, Jazz broke the window and crawled quickly inside. Coughing as smoke overwhelmed him, Jazz crawled to the debris and pulled and pushed it away as his blistered servos screamed. A wide white and black panel came into view, Prowl’s doorwing! It was still white, his spark sang. It was still white. Jazz dusted off Prowl’s intakes as he dug him out.

“I got ya,” Jazz told him. He did not stir. Energon covered his face from a gash next to his empty optic socket. He was alive. That was enough.

Jazz looked back to the window and over to the door the tenant had left wide open. Lifting Prowl over his shoulder, Jazz climbed through the debris a went to the door. The fire was spreading along the walls. Moving quickly, Jazz raced to the stairs. The smoke was so thick it choked him. As Ori had warned, they had collapsed at Prowl’s floor, they had collapsed here too but the floor’s below still looked intact. Jazz took a leap of faith. He shouted with pain as his burnt treads hit the ground but Jazz did not collapse, instead he ran, taking two steps at the time as his helm throbbed and his peds screamed. As his knees gave way, Jazz was hit with a blast of coolant. He looked to see the barrel of a gun disappear. Servos reached out and pulled him up. Ironhide hauled him and Prowl together out the door.

“I got the idiot!” He exclaimed. Jazz hacked. He could not even argue.

“Bring them over here,” Ratchet ordered. “Well Jazz, that was brave and stupid.”

“Good thing I got ya that fluorite,” he coughed. “He gonna make it?”

“He’s taken in a lot of smoke and his doorwings are burned but his spark rate is good,” the medic replied. “You’re a bloody mess yourself.”

“I got the blighters!” The neighbour Jazz had sent to the fire service station raced up, fire engines following behind him.

“Bring it down!” Ironhide barked as he stepped back into the street.

“Like I told this reprobate, we don’t...” the captain of the fire vigile snapped.

“I didn’t ask,” Ironhide snarled as he flared his armour. “I told ya, bring it down before the whole street goes up. Now!”

“We don’t...” The mech, a fire engine, stood taller than Ironhide but Ironhide had never been intimidated by bigger mech. He pointed his blaster at the captain.

“I said, bring it down,” Ironhide snarled. The other vigiles quickly got into formation. The captain glared but transformed back into a fire engine. Ironhide continued to stare him down. “Do it!”

Smaller vigiles stood on the ladders their larger compatriots extended and reached long poles topped with hooks up to the roof. Together, they pulled and the badly damaged building collapsed with a flurry of sparks and smoke. This could not happen again. Not the fire itself, though it seemed to him like it could have been prevented, it had not needed to happen, but the refusal of the fire service to attend a fire. They were a private operation, they all were. If Jazz had any say, they would be under the Prime’s authority soon. With Ironhide’s support and Jazz was sure he would have it, Optimus would agree, if he did not come up with the idea on his own. Vigiles outfitted with hoses sprayed down the surrounding buildings as Ironhide watched on, blaster hanging loosely in his servos.

#anon-e-miss writes #valveplug #tf prowl #tf jazz #maccadams #a touch of sight

[lawqual1ty]

Home (Trafalgar Law x Reader)

Pov: For a little context you have been teleported to the world of One Piece almost two years ago, resulting in you becoming a pirate as you try to look for a way back to your world... However during a tough battle you end up severely injured after winning, Law together with Jinbe tried to look for you after the battle...

Trigger warning: Blood!, injuries, homesick reader, broken bones, feelings of nausea and fainting

It was finally over... I had finally defeated him... I can't believe it...

My head was spinning... I was so dizzy... I was coming down from the adrenaline rush from earlier, my body was in immense pain, it hurt to even breathe... But I had to stand... I had to get back...

I started wandering around... My legs hurt... One of them was definitely broken or sprained, there was no doubt about that... But I had to get back...

I had to get back... Home..

Home...?

Where's home...?

I was lost...

Home...

Why did that word feel so... Foreign?

As if I hadn't been home for...

Years

"Y/N!"

I raised my head, my eyesight blurry as I looked at a blue figure approaching me in a rush...

Who was it...? I couldn't tell... I was exhausted and covered in blood... I just kept walking

"Y/N-YA!"

Ya...? I chuckled clearly amused... The only one I've heard use the -ya is Law... But... That can't be

He's not real...

Am I starting to hallucinate...?

Was I... Dying...?

It didn't feel like it... I was just in pain...

Why were they so... Panicked...? I'm confused... Should I run...?

My eyes widened as I saw who it was... A smile of relief appearing on my lips almost uninvited

"Jinbe..."

I smiled softly as he ran towards me, as soon as I noticed his presence my legs started giving out...

I felt light headed... I can't fall right...? I shouldn't... But...

my body wasn't responding...

"YOU BETTER REACH HER JIMBE, ROOM"

I saw a faint blue glow appear in front of me... Suddenly the warmth of a pair of strong arms surrounded my limp body, holding me close

My breathing became softer...

He was... Really there...

"Home..."

I whispered softly, my head snuggling against the blue warmth of my savior... I heard a soft sigh coming from above me followed by a pair of rushed footsteps arriving next to us

The last thing I saw was Law and Jimbe smile at me relieved...

"Good job, Ori... You did well"

I started feeling myself tear up...

It felt warm but suddenly another thought filled my mind...

I turned to look at Law with pleading eyes...

"Law..."

I started sobbing with the last of my strength

"I want to... Go home... Please..."

I noticed his eyes widening at my words, almost as if I had struck a nerve as I cried quietly... The tears and sadness keeping me awake...

"I no longer... Know what's home..."

I kept talking before I slowly felt my conscience slip away, Law quickly ran for me noticing my deplorable state...

With those last words I fainted...

I knew I wasn't home...

But I had a feeling that I would find it...

Soon enough...

I could make a part two for this one... Should I?

#trafalgar law #one piece #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece x reader #op #one piece fic

[v1olentdelights]

The hobbit

Reader is from are world, joins the company yada yada.

Reader as always had there beanie hat on, it’s a bit baggy, a nice dark green hand made beanie. They don’t really take it off around the company, no reason, it’s just the uses it too keep there hair out of there face.

So when the yarn starts to come loose, ori offers to fix it, the company see you take it off, more importantly, your hair.

It’s long, like past your ass down to your calf’s long, what’s the reaction to your long human hair?

(If you don’t want to write this it’s cool, but if you do could you make it so the reader is taller then the dwarfs? A lot of stories have them shorter then them and still human, I have long legs Dame it!!)

Hello! Sorry for answering so late, I haven't been accepting requests, but I really liked this one, but couldn't figure out what or how to write it. Also, we love long legs, I didn't make it a big piece, though there is like 1 comment, and I totally imagine the reader being at least a foot or so taller than the dwarves. I hope you enjoy!

The journey with the company was enjoyable to say the least. But it was demanding, a lot of moving around, jumping out of the way of falling objects and such. So you had to find some way to keep your hair out of your face, and obviously braiding it meant something very different to the dwarves. Not wanting to come across in the wrong way, you decided to use a hat to keep it out of your face. It was a beautiful forest green yarn hat that was made by one of the women in your home village. 

You were fairly good at keeping your hair tucked into it, only a few baby hairs coming out here and there. But after a particularly big branch came flying back at you, because Kili had decided not to hold it out of the way any longer, you fell backwards with such a force your head hit the ground. As you began to sit up you could feel that some part of your hat was caught on something. Thinking it was only a small piece you decided to rip it, hoping the yarn wouldn’t come undone. Though you weren’t so lucky. A few hours later, you and the company had settled in a spot near the edge of a wooded area. 

“Your hat is falling apart!” Bilbo noticed as he reached to grab the now loose string. 

“Nooooo,” you practically whined. What were you to do now? Obviously the hat wouldn’t be able to hold your hair back now. 

“I can fix it really quick, if you want.” Ori offered with a kind smile. You had to admit, you were a bit surprised he knew what to do, or at least seemed to. 

Setting down your bowl of food, though keeping a close eye on it because some of the dwarves were known to take whatever was left lying around. You pulled off the hat as you stood up and made your way to Ori. But all the usual chatter stopped as your hair fell out of the twist it was in to keep it all underneath the hat. You noticed the silence immediately and took note of the way they watched you walk by. If you hadn’t spent weeks with them already, you’d have assumed it was because of your height, but they were no longer interested in the few inches you stood over them. 

“Your hair…” It was Thorin who spoke first, the stoic and somewhat abrasive dwarf was lost for words. You subconsciously ran your hand through your hair as you looked around the group. The only person who didn’t seem surprised was Gandalf, though he was not phased by much. 

“Yes, what about my hair?” Now you were somewhat self conscious, did having long hair mean something? You knew braids were important, but was the length a tell of something? 

“It is just so long, and smooth.” Nori who, though you’d never admit it, was your favorite said. You smiled at what you hoped was a compliment. Though as you were about to talk he cut you off with an agitated comment “Why have we never seen it?”

“Well, it really is just too much work to try and maintain it when we are always on the move. I don’t want things to get all caught up in it. Human hair is much more delicate than dwarven hair.” You stated, watching Ori finish up the patching on the hat. It took you a long moment to twist your hair back up into your hat again.

“I think, if you can, you should let it out again sometimes.” Fili added. 

“Um, thank you. I appreciate the… compliment from you all.” you took your seat back around the fire and continued about the evening with a new found confidence and love for your hair.

#grace writes #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #lord of the rings #lord of the rings x reader #lotr x reader #lotr fanfiction

[marshvlovestv]

In honor of me having so much video game music downloaded on my phone that I ran out of storage and had to buy a new phone. My favorite track from each video game OST I have!

Bastion: Brusher Patrol (Such a bizarre clash of styles, I can't help but love this one. Shout-out to the part that sounds like Darren quietly scatting in the background.) (Also special shout-out to Build That Wall, probably my favorite vocal track in any Supergiant game)

Celeste: Scattered and Lost (I am such a normie for this choice but face it this track absolutely slaps.)

Chicory: A Colorful Tale: Song of the Wielders (I love how this song has actual lyrics but I still prefer to sing along with the Simlish version that Pizza and Chicory sing.)

The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood: Illusion (First of all I love how every character in this game has their own theme I go feral for that kind of thing. Kurielle is probably one of the characters who stood out to me the least but by god is her theme gorgeous. I love the vocals and how a later track includes a sneaky reprise.)

Cuphead: Dramatic Fanatic (Tap dancing :D)

There are literally thirty of these so I'm doing a read more

Death's Door: The Grey Crow (A heartbreaking boss fight scored with the appropriate amount of anguish)

Deltarune: Cyber Battle (This melody is so underrated and ya know what, so are the characters associated with it. Sweet Cap'n Cakes forever.)

Elsinore: Donne, The Boat Boy (I love this song because it's associated with Lady Guildenstern, aka the best character in gaming full stop, but it's also just a fun little sea shanty that I think they made up for this game so I love that. Also has a lyrical version.)

Evergate: Police (Okay so the level with the police drones is one of the more frustrating ones in the game but the music is hauntingly beautiful so I give it a pass)

Going Under: trust fall (Marv is easily one of the most hateable video game antagonists of all time but damn if his boss theme doesn't slap)

Hades: Last Words (The rolling and the tolling of the bells bells bells bells bells)

Harmony: The Fall of Reverie: Reverie Ascendant (Lena Raine does these medley tracks so good man)

Hollow Knight: Dung Defender (By far the catchiest song about poop on my entire phone)

Ikenfell: Rose Thorns (So the insanely long final boss fight against Oxley overshadowed Aeldra's boss fight in my memory for a long time, but when I watched another playthrough and bought the OST I realized "Oh her theme bops SO much harder than his ever could")

Inscryption: A Final Duel (A hardcore remix of The Scrybe of Magicks, aka one of the only melodic tracks on the album and therefore the one every YouTube video about Inscryption uses in the background. I prefer the epic version just a bit more because honestly that Magnificus setpiece is the best moment in the game)

Jimmy and the Pulsating Mass: Fun, Sunny Day (A fun and silly track as the title suggests, elevated even more by the context in which it plays in the game. The area music alternates between this and the more somber Rainy Sunday to illustrate that Jimmy mother is bipolar [very cute and silly game])

Omori: Bready Steady Go (Like the absolute dipshit I am I actually completely missed the optional Orange Oasis when I played this game myself. Every Let's Player finds it somehow, though, and when they fight the Unbread Twins I invariably stand up and dance along to the boss music.)

One Step from Eden: Perpetual Motion (It's just a good-ass track y'all)

Ori and the Blind Forest: Conundrum (In a soundtrack of sweeping orchestral pieces, this more subdued version of theme that only plays during one small puzzle section might seem a weird choice. But I've always really liked it)

Ori and the Will of the Wisps: Kwolok's Malaise (Kwolok's leitmotif is perfect for a giant frog and the boss remix takes it to it's logical conclusion)

Paradise Killer: Go! Go! Style (This track makes me feel like I'm having a sugar rush. The whole OST does actually but this one especially)

Pyre: Path to Glory (It's just got a really unique vibe to it. I like it)

Scarlet Hollow: Avery (Chill and really beautiful. Avery themself is kind of a sleeper character at this point but I can't wait for Brandon to remix their theme when they get assimilated into a giant plant monster)

Slay the Princess: The Princess (Okay full disclosure I've only played this game once so I don't have the full context for a lot of the tracks on this OST. Maybe hearing them alongside their respective princesses will make me like them more, but for now the title theme is too iconic to beat.)

Sounds of Sympathy (the OST for the game anthology Essays on Empathy): Zen and the Art of Transhumanism (In the Essays on Empathy documentary, fingerspit talked about how she prefers writing obscenely long tracks so the loop doesn't get annoying. Unfortunately for her my favorite track on this album is only three minutes long. It's a lovely little bop.)

Spiritfarer: Mind Palace (I played Spiritfarer before any of the character updates were released, so I didn't get Daria's mind palace sequences in my game. And I mean, they look very platforming-heavy so I'm okay with that, but god this is a gorgeous piece.)

Transistor: Impossible (I think this is Royce Bracket's boss theme? I don't know when any of the tracks on this OST specifically play in game. Regardless of all that this one gets me pumped.)

Unavowed: One Man's Power (I couldn't find a video of this one, but it's gentle saxophone solo that plays when Logan Brown is introduced. I think it fits is character really well and just sounds really nice)

Undertale: Death by Glamour (Best song for best character, enough said)

Wandersong: Moonscape (God knows this game gave me a lot of great options to pick from, but I settled on this one because it's so uplifting.)

#bastion #celeste #chicory: a colorful tale #the cosmic wheel sisterhood #cuphead #death's door #deltarune #elsinore #evergate #going under #hades game #harmony: the fall of reverie #hollow knight #ikenfell #inscryption #jimmy and the pulsating mass #omori #one step from eden #ori and the blind forest #paradise killer #pyre #scarlet hollow #slay the princess #essays on empathy #spiritfarer #transistor #unavowed #undertale #wandersong

[andinthedarknessbindthem]

Bofur x Reader - Loving Stares

This is based on a 'Sickeningly Sweet Relationship Bingo Card' that I found and forgot to save. So if I find that post, I'll add it here!

I'm a bit rusty since I haven't written since 2019, so please feel free to send requests or comments on anything I need to change! Thank you and much love! <3

✿ Words: 1,214

✿ Themes: Fluff

✿ Prompt: Staring into each other's eyes.

✿ Posted: 2/11/23

Tonight had been an especially frigid night. You had been tossing and turning just trying to keep your body warm by the fire. It was truly an unpleasant night. If you were on your back, your right side was cold. But if you were on your stomach your left side was cold. It was even worse when you completely faced or turned away from the fire.

After what seemed to have been hours (but was realistically only minutes), you sat up with a defeated sigh. There was no way you were going to get any sleep tonight. You looked around the clearing and over all of the sleeping dwarves. They all seemed so peaceful and content when they aren’t fighting orcs or fleeing for their lives. The light crackling of the fire and the soft breaths and snores soothe your thoughts.

You slowly stood up from your bedroll, moving close to the fire with your blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. A glint of eyes in the tree line caught your attention as you sat on a tree log next to the fire. You narrowed your eyes to try and get a better look at who it was, a small smile spreading over your lips. It looks like Ori was on watch. Silently waving at him, he returned the gesture with a bright smile.

What a sweetheart.

You turned your attention back to the fire, only now noticing how stiff your hands felt. Attempting to warm them, you lightly rubbed them together close to the fire. A slight breeze blew past, making your whole body shiver. You were so cold that jumping into the fire seemed like a viable option.

“Psst.” A quiet voice cut through the air, pulling you out of your trance. Your eyes jumped from dwarf to dwarf to skim the faces around the flames until you spotted Bofur, eyes slightly cracked open.

You silently tilted your head in question. His hand raised and signaled you over.

Bofur had always been the most approachable of the dwarves to you. When you first ran across them, they all seemed skeptical of you. But not Bofur, he accepted you with open arms and an open heart, making you feel like he genuinely cared for you.

He had been your go-to person when you need a lookout to wash up or if you generally needed help with something. Truthfully, you found yourself falling for him with every sweet thing he said or did for you.

One moment that stood out, in particular, was the first week you traveled with the company. Your body hadn’t been used to walking for long distances yet. Aches and cramps plagued your muscles with every passing day. One night, He came up to you with no words, just lifted your legs onto his lap and slowly started to rub your tense calves. His fingers were like heaven against your skin, applying just enough pressure to work out the strained muscles but soft enough that it didn’t hurt.

You stood again, crossing your arms to contain your light shivering. Slowly moving towards him and being as quiet as possible not to wake any of your other friends.

When you finally reached him, you took notice of how the flickering light of the fire licked over his skin deliciously. His hat was discarded to the side of his bedroll. You swallowed thickly, pushing down any depraved thoughts.

He didn't say anything as you looked down on him. He just smiled that lovely smile up at you, eyes half-lidded. His arms raised towards you causing your head to quirk in silent question. Slowly, the gears turned in your head, your cheeks heating up as his actions finally dawned on you.

He wanted you to share his bedroll.

“Oh, Bofur.” You started with a swift shake of your head “Uh- I shouldn’t… cant! I can’t.” You corrected yourself.

“Just lay down lass.” His voice was thick with sleep. You blinked for a few seconds before lowering yourself onto your knees at the very edge of his bedroll. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you forward onto his chest. You did your best to haphazardly toss your blanket on you both.

“Mahal (Y/N), you’re freezing.” He cringed, eyes clenching closed as your frozen skin meshed with his own warmth.

You placed your hands on his chest to push yourself up before speaking, “I’m sorry, I can go back to the fire.” Your breath hitched when his arms tightened around you, not letting you up.

Both of his eyes opened now, a subtle look of concern peeking out. “No. Stay.” The desire in his voice kept you locked in place. You waited for any sign of reconsideration but there was none.

Slowly lowering yourself back down onto him, you began shifting around for a moment, his arms loosening to allow you to get comfortable. As you slid off of his chest to lay next to him, his left arm moved underneath your head as his right rested on your waist.

You couldn’t help the content hum that passed your lips. He was providing enough warmth under the blankets for the both of you.

Everything was so quiet, despite the occasional crackle and snore. Time seemed to slow in this position. Both of you stared into each other's eyes like you were entranced. After a while, his right arm tugged you closer so your torsos were pressed together. You're sure that your face is bright red now. When his right arm slowly moved upwards, fingers lightly trailing against your skin, a shiver ran up your spine.

You open and close your mouth looking for the right thing to say, but settled on bringing a hand up to stroke one of his soft braids. His hand comes to rest on your cheek, thumb rubbing in warm circles.

Unknowingly, you both had been closing the small gap between each other. You could feel a light brush of his mustache against your cheeks.

So close…

Watching carefully as Bofur’s eyes moved down your face, pausing on your lips before making their way up again. Your heart fluttered excitedly, the cold air soon forgotten.

Bofur’s thumb lightly brushed over your bottom lip, leaving a hot trail in its wake. Your eyes flickered between his as you pushed forward, your lips connecting hungrily. You were completely at his mercy.

Despite Bofur's lips being lightly chapped, they were soft against your own. His tongue teased at your lower lip, moving into a light nibble. A soft moan escaped your throat as you parted your lips for him. Your tongues mingled together, he was so warm and sweet.

Bofur pulled back, littering a trail of kisses over your cheek and down to your neck. Any attempt to catch your breath was halted when he began to suck the skin meeting at your shoulder, a quiet whimper flitting past your lips. You could feel his grin widen against your flesh as he placed one last kiss on the spot.

He pressed his face into your hair, whispering a small, “Bunnanunê.”

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his hair. “What does that mean?” You hummed.

“My tiny treasure.” Bofur breathed before removing himself from your hair and taking your lips again.

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #middle earth #lotr #bofur x reader #bofur the dwarf #the hobbit bofur #dwarves #hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fanfiction

[orioncore]

holding a smooth crystal in my hand to restore my humanity

my comfort rocks

#ori thoughts #posts ghostwritten by nagisa ran

[stevespookington]

steve is a lighthouse, eddie is lost at sea. a fish looks up at a man and wishes, oh he wishes, to be set free.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #lighthouse and mermaid au #? i guess? #idk I just had the mental imagine of steve looking out into the cold dark rain and seeing eyes glinting back at him #also the eddystone lighthouse and eddie make lighthouse brain go brrrrr #ori arts #a sketch that ran slightly

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - people can change

Part 7:

A/N: italics will be sign language

Negan looked at the woman who had spoken to him, she offered him a warm smile before she went back to eating.

“Why doesn’t Ghost train anybody?”

The woman sighed a little, gesturing for him to eat his food.

“Eat first, we have plenty of time to talk after.”

Negan nodded his head, they finished eating and he stood up, helping the lady up and take the tray back to the counter.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Negan. What’s yours?”

“Marie.” She smiled.

Marie placed her hand on his arm, and he looked at her but didn’t say anything about it, he just let her decide where they going to go.

She left him over a few bridges, to another cabin and sat down on a chair out the front so he did the same thing.

“You know ghost wasn’t our only leader, when all this started there were camp instructors, a large group of delinquents, a few families.”

“How did you all get here?”

“The dead came from the trees, the instructors panicked and left us all here to fend for ourselves, it was absolute chaos. Then there was Rosco, a leader, and ghost. His second in command. Rosco passed of old age a few years after this started.”

Negan furrowed his brows, and Marie pointed behind him so he turned around.

It was you, standing on the roof of your cabin, your back to them as you just stared out on to the lake.

“When Ghost became the leader, things changed for us for the better, she found more people, farmers, builders, cooks, letting people chose whatever jobs they wanted and were best at. Rosco just thought about survival, that’s it. Ghost thought about actually living.”

Negan kept his gaze fixed on you.

“She taught us all how to defend ourselves. There was three commanders you know, not just two.”

Negan turned to Marie.

“Three?”

“Yes. Echo, Zero and Oris. Oris was the third in command after the other two, he was a young gentleman, respectful and showed a lot of promise, but he struggled in training. Ghost decided to train Oris herself, ensure he could do what it took to keep himself safe.”

“What happened?”

“Well, it turned out Oris was sick, we’re not sure what but he said it ran in the family. To keep him safe Ghost had him assigned to the community, he wasn’t to leave. He wasn’t able to train anymore and he wasn’t ready to go outside and fight.”

Marie sighed a little bit, looking down at the table.

“She carried on training him though, just like always, but… but something went wrong. While training there was a gunshot from nearby, Oris faltered, and she couldn’t hold off her advance, he couldn’t block it, she severed an artery.”

Marie took a deep breath, looking back up at Negan.

“Oris died on the roof of that cabin, she refuses to replace it, so you can still see his blood. She blames herself, despite the fact it was an accident. She’s refused to train anybody since that day, she assigns instructors to train new people.”

“But it was an accident.”

“Taking a life is never easy Negan. Especially not one of somebody you held close to your heart. It’s why she won’t train anybody. Ghost will never get over that night.”

Negan nodded his head and he stood up.

“Thanks.”

He wonder around as the night drew closer, thinking about what Marie had told him.

He had never really considered the thought that a community like this which was isolated for so long would have gone through things as well.

Scouts began to like the torches along the bridges, and he made his way back to his cabin for the night, thinking about what he wanted to do.

He didn’t have any work to do the next day, she he walked past the children’s training school, watching as they were taught how to hold wooden swords.

“It’s just to get them used to them so they aren’t scared.” Adam said.

Negan nodded his head.

“Boss sent me to let you know if you wanted to be trained then I can do it, but it’s up to you, you don’t have to, we don’t force anybody into being trained. Just the basics such as moving around and basic sword handling. Everything else is more intense.”

“Yeah, yeah I still want to learn. Do you know where Ghost is?”

Adam shook his head.

“Not on site right now.”

You were busy for the next few days, the only time people saw you was when you were passing through to collect papers.

You kept to the roofs of the buildings so you could come and go quickly and quietly, and just as Negan went to speak to you you would be gone.

So, he began his training with Adam, simple training for starters.

How to wield a sword like Lakeshore did, how to make sure it never fell from his grip and simple blocking techniques.

He wasn’t allowed to carry a weapon, but he was allowed a practice sword whenever he wanted it, so he kept it on him.

The children loved to come and try charge him when he wasn’t paying attention, and they liked to spar with him as well, along with a few others who were still just learning.

He was starting to feel like this was his community, a place for him, even when the refugees from the others came for safety.

“Hey kid.” Negan smiled.

Judith looked up at him, and she grinned a little bit.

“I thought they would’ve kicked your ass by now.”

“Language Miss Grimes. I’ll have you know I’m doing good here, even got my own job.”

“Yeah? What is it? Annoying people?”

He chuckled a little bit, helping her sit down on some crates and he sat down on the one next to her.

“No, repair man. Even training too.”

“Why?”

“Ghost said it was my choice, thought why not.”

“Where is she? I wanted to show her something.”

Negan shrugged a little, patting her shoulder and he stood up.

“Sorry kid, no idea. Hasn’t been around much recently, maybe ask one of the others.”

Negan went back to his cabin, setting his tool belt and sword down on the table, sitting on the chair with a heavy sigh.

Taking the papers that were left for him he looked through them, grabbing the pencil he was given so he could work.

You knew that the people had arrived safely to the community, and you stood I front of Cole and Luke on the road and they turned to each other.

We need to do something.

You gestured back towards Lakeshore and they followed you to the border, jumping over the ditch that you had dug out.

Once across you turned to them.

“This is not Lakeshores battle Cole, you know that. I am not willing to lose my people for a fight that isn’t our own.”

“Come on boss, I heard it myself, he’s going to kill them all.”

“Then we defend the ones we have here, it’s as simple as that. It is not our job to fight everybodies battles for them.”

You made your way a card is the lake and they followed.

“The scouts want to help.”

“I haven’t given the order, they are to stick to what they’ve been told to do. That’s all, nothing more.”

“Why can’t we help? You’ve helped people before!” Luke snapped.

He walked around and stood in front of you, taking his mask off and he set it aside.

People crowded around, going silent as they watched, and Negan opened the door to his cabin to see what was going on just outside it.

“You’ve gone out of your way to help people before, why can’t you do that now?” He asked.

“Because that never involved fighting in an Al our war with a horde of the dead and people that walk among them. If we do this it puts a target on our backs.”

“So does just sitting here. I don’t think they’ll stop at those communities Ghost, I really don’t.” Cole sighed.

“I have made my choice, that’s final.”

“Your choice is bullshit!” Luke hissed.

You looked at him.

“I have never questioned your before, I respect you and the choices you make. You know that. But this is bullshit, they need our help.”

“And I need my people to be alive.”

“You won’t even consider it!”

“The choice has been made. That’s enough.”

You barged past him.

“You’re a coward, you hide us away here because it’s easier, we could do so much more and you won’t let us.”

You stopped, turning around and you drew your sword and he did the same thing.

“You think this is easy? Having all of these lives under my belt? Having to make the right choices that come at a cost you don’t know at the time. I do what I do for these people, I sacrifice what I do for these people, Lakeshore is my priority. If you want to change that then kill me, take my place, the orders then fall on your head, but you have to know it won’t come easy.”

Negan stepped out, standing between you both, holding up his hands.

“Come on guys, that’s enough, you’re not going to get anywhere and neither of you his going to kill the other. So let’s put our junk away and just walk away.”

You put lowered your sword, running your hand along the blade to put the flames out before you sheathed it.

“This is not a choice I make lightly you two, I know what will happen by doing this, but I will not send you to die.”

“Then you’re just as bad as them.” Luke snapped.

He stormed away and you went in the opposite direction, making your way to a dead end in the pier and you sat down.

Taking your mask off you ran a hand down your face, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes.

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to…” Judith said quietly.

“This is your home we’re talking about, doesn’t it make you angry I won’t help?”

Judith shrugged a little, sitting next to you.

“You’re helping us stay safe, we can’t force you into helping.”

“You’re a good kid.”

“Ghost?”

You turned to look at her.

“I know it can be hard running a community, especially on your own. My mom did the same thing for a long time, so did my aunt Maggie. They just wanted to keep the people safe.”

You nodded your head, gesturing with your head towards the cabin.

“Go on, it gets cold at night.”

She frowned a little bit left you alone, and you carried on staring at the water, looking at the reflection of the moon and the stars.

After a few hours of sitting in thought, you got up, making your way to the hall with your mask in your hand and you set it down, leaning over the table.

Grabbing a pencil, you began to draw on the map along the markers they had already placed there.

You weren’t sure how long you had left until they reached Oceanside, and you knew the other survivors would be coming up with a plan.

Walking over to a box you dug through some papers and pulled them out, writing some numbers down on the map at the side so you could erase them after.

“I see I’m not the only one awake.”

“Stop.”

Negan stopped walking, and he noticed your mask laying at the side of the table, but your hood was still up.

“Why’re you here?”

“No reason, just wanted to talk.”

Picking up your mask, you turned around and put it on, then you turned to face him, gesturing for him to come sit down at the table with you.

“Tell me Negan, what’s your stance on this? Do you think we should assist?”

“Honestly if I had to decide, let the fuckers get what’s coming to them.”

“You hold a strong hatred for them, I understand. However, I don’t want you to think of the leader of the saviours, I want you to think as part of community.”

Negan looked at you.

“Why do you wear the mask all the time?”

“Answer my question and perhaps I’ll answer yours.”

“Alright, fine. I’ve heard people talking, a lot of them want to help and are ready to fight. Whether you tell them not too they’ll most likely still go, you can’t control that, they’re not scared of you.”

You hummed a little.

“Do you think that’s the only way to lead?”

“Got me pretty far.”

“Got you locked in a cell with a scar across your throat and on your hand because you were betrayed.”

“Ah, shit happens. I know I had the balls to do what had to be done.”

You stood up again, going back to your work and Negan watched you.

“People do not respect a leader they fear Negan, they simply just fall in line because of fear, it means they’ll revolt when they see a chance.”

“So, how do you lead then?”

“I do what I have to do, I give my people a choice where I can, let them decide what to do. I lead through my community. They are the most important people. A good leader knows their people are well before resting, their people are fed before eating. But I can’t justify sending my community to die.”

He nodded his head, leaning back in his chair.

“Yet here you are making damn battle plans.”

“Leading a community isn’t easy, I need to think of my peoples safety, and when I took this role I knew that. I knew the weight of these lives would rest on my shoulders.”

You flicked through a few more papers, setting some aside.

“Why’re you talking to me about this and not your people?”

“Simple, you have history with them, we don’t. You will offer honest truth. People may not like what you have to say, but you’re honest.”

“You’ve already made up your mind, you did before I even stepped foot in here.”

You lowered the papers, resting your hands on the table, your eyes connecting with his, and he could only make out the faintest (E/C) under the mask.

“I will not force them to fight, it is their choice, but they should have a plan in place.”

“Are you gonna fight?”

“I have to, for my people, with them. You have the same choice as everybody else, fight, don’t fight, that’s up to you.”

“You gonna answer my question now?”

You sighed.

“We wear the masks to hide ourselves, so we can’t be remembered if we’re ever seen.”

“But why do you wear the mask all the time?”

“I’m shamed of the face that I see when I take it off, because it reminds me of things I would much rather forget, and when I die, I’ll become nothing more than a faceless ghost.”

“Well shit, that got dark fast.”

“You asked I answered and that’s the truth.”

“I respect the hell out of that, but ghost?”

You stopped what you were doing to look at him.

“We’ve all done shit we ain’t proud of, hiding your face ain’t gonna change that. You’re still gonna wake up every day ashamed of who you are.”

“Are you?”

“Yeah, yeah I am. I’ve done shit I ain’t proud of, but I survived. That’s what we do, we survive.”

You studied Negan for a moment.

“Tomorrow at sunrise, if you’re not there you won’t get another chance.”

With that, you took some papers and left, vanishing down the quiet streets of Lakeshore while he had to figure out where you wanted him to go

#the walking dead #the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #twd imagine #Negan smith #Negan smith x reader #Negan smith x you #negan smith x y/n #Negan smith imagine

[justsomerandomfanfic]

The Siren's Song - Fili X Female Reader

Title: The Siren's Song

Fili X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Bilbo (Mentioned), Thorin, Kili, Bofur, Bifur, Nori, Ori, Bombur, Azog (Mentioned), Other Hobbit peeps (Mentioned), Gandalf (Mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), and the rest of the Company (Mentioned)

WC: 3,223

Warnings: The Hobbit canon violence, death of main characters mentioned, Reader is a Siren, murder mentioned, flesh-eating fish mentioned, yelling, fighting (verbal), flirting, sassy/sarcastic Reader, blood mentioned, weapons mentioned, crying, angst, threats, orc death (yay), vomit mentioned, Everybody Lives AU, and fluffy ending

The company had been walking for hours it seemed. And they probably had been walking for hours, but the point is that their feet were hurting and they were in dire need of some rest. Though, as stubborn as the King was, Thorin kept going. 

"No time for rest," He'd say as most of the company groaned, "We must make it to the next town before sundown." 

But it had been hours. Walking and walking. They didn't even have ponies to ride on, and their backs hurt as they carried their heavy bags, supplies, and weapons. They wanted a break, they needed a break. Yet, their King wasn’t as merciful.

As the hot afternoon sun shone down on the Dwarves and one Hobbit, the bright forest they were wandering through, turned into a misty dark wood. The aura and atmosphere of the forest changed drastically with the change in temperature. The air was cooler as well as the smell, and the leaves crunched underfoot with every step they took. 

Then, suddenly, the air turned freezing cold. It felt like an icy blast hit them all at once, making it feel as if they were standing on a high snowy mountain. They stayed quiet, wary of everything around them, even some pulling out their weapons, just in case. The company looked around, trying to find any sign of danger.

"Be still." Thorin commanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked around him, "Be at the ready for anything."

Then, suddenly, there was singing, coming from somewhere ahead of them. The song was enchanting and sweet, and it made the Company feel slightly more at ease. It was beautiful and melodious, almost like a lullaby; it sent shivers down the Company’s spines.

Fili felt his heartbeat quicken as his mind began to fog, and he couldn't seem to keep up with his thoughts. His head swam with emotions. Was it really a song? Was it just his imagination? He could see himself humming along to the melody, swaying back and forth… It was hypnotic and entrancing. Fili felt as if he was walking on a cloud, as his eyes drooped in a heavy daze until he stopped; pausing mid-step. The fog in his head slowly dissipated, as Fili blinked rapidly; confused. He looked around in panic, watching as the rest of the Company, even his Uncle, slowly, sluggishly walked towards a large lake.

Hypnotized, the Company headed straight for the dark lake, which seemed to be the source of the voice they were all hearing. The water was dark, deep, and misty; however, they didn't care about the lake -- they were all too enthralled by the beautiful song that came from within its depths.

Fili, who had broken free from the hypnotizing song, noticed something as he stared at the lake. Near the middle of it, there was a face, peaking out of the murky waters with bright eyes.

Fili watched as the eyes widened when he realized that the Company was walking closer and closer to what he realized was a Siren. He ran over to the front of the lake, pushing Thorin away from it just in time. Thorin's glazed-over eyes blinked, as he snapped out of his hypnotized state. He quickly realized the severity of the situation and with the help of his eldest nephew, they shook awake the rest of the Company.

"Oh..." The Siren from the waters sighed, "You're no fun." 

Thorin turned and glared at you, "What did you do to us?" He demanded and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Hypnotized you with my song." You said simply. "A girl's gotta eat."

Kili furrowed his eyebrows, "You eat Dwarves?"

You let out a hauntingly beautiful laugh, "Oh no!" You giggled out, "I hypnotize people to become bait for me to eat. I sing, lure unsuspecting victims in, pull them into the lake, and then the flesh-eating fish will feast on you... While I feast on them."

There was a tense silence after you finished speaking. Then, Thorin spoke up, "Well, you are not going to turn us into a meal!" He exclaimed, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"Well, I can't now. For one of you Dwarves has broken out of my spell." Your gaze slid over to stare at Fili before you slipped into the waters below. Fili looked around the lake before you popped out of the water, right in front of Fili; surprising him. "How did you do it?" You tilted your head to the side, your wet hair matted to your head, and parts of your face. "You should have drowned. How do you escape my enchantments?" You questioned. Fili opened his mouth to respond, but he closed it again. His heart was racing, and the blood rushed to his cheeks. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. You smirked when you noticed and laughed softly. 

Thorin pushed Fili behind him, pointing his sword right in your face, making your eyes cross. "Stand back, Siren Temptress." He growled, "Or else we shall skewer you where you stand!"

Your eyebrow raised, amused. “Tempress?” You asked. Fili was shocked at how calm you sounded, despite being threatened, but also surprised at how little effect the threat had. “No one's ever called me that one before. I must say... I like it. But then again, no one's ever fallen out of my spells before." You smirked, tilting your head to the side to stare at Fili again; something about him fascinated you.

"I do not know." Fili answered, "I just felt this pull, and I could think again."

You hummed, "Well..." You ran your gaze across his figure, "You must be special." You mused. "So... Where are you all heading?" You asked and Thorin brought your attention back to him.

"Do not speak as if you had not tried to kill us all."

You glared up at Thorin, pushing the tip of the sword away from your face, "Do you not know that it's quite impolite to point a sword at a lady?"

Thorin scowled, "And yet you tried to harm us!"

"Now, now, Thorin. You play too rough," You chastised, placing a finger on your lips coyly, "That's hardly fair. I didn't mean to harm anyone. It's just my nature." Your brows lowered and you pout your lips.

His glare seemed to harden as he stared at you, "How do you know of me?"

"Oh, your reputation precedes you... Your Highness." Your words dripped with sarcasm and you chuckled, flicking your tail out of the water when Thorin flinched. That comment had hit a nerve. "I may be able to help you, you know." You hummed, eyes slyly dragging your gaze from Thorin to Fili. "I can hypnotize others. You might need me." You let out a dramatic sigh, “And, I’d just love to get out of this lake.”

Fili felt a slight chill run down his spine and he swallowed nervously; he couldn’t stop staring at you. "No! No, you will not come with us." Thorin yelled, as Kili nodded beside him.

"We can't have a Siren join the Company!" Bofur cried out as most of the other Dwarves nodded in agreement.

"I do not know..." Fili began, his eyes staring into yours, "She might be helpful."

The Company turned to look at the elder Prince, eyes wide in shock. "What!? Have you gone mad!?" Bifur exclaimed.

Nori nodded, "She'll eat us to bits, one by one!"

"He must be under her spell!" Ori shouted, backing away from you.

"Why would you want to help us!?" Bombur shouted.

"If we go with her, we all die!" Bofur yelled, trying to get through to Thorin.

Thorin ignored them as he stared at you, narrowing his eyes, "If you step one toe out of line, I will not hesitate to skewer you." He stated firmly.

Your eyes flashed gold, and you grinned devilishly, "Good thing you won't have to."

Your eyes flickered back to their original color, and you dipped the rest of your head back in the water. Fili furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at the water, confused and curious. He, and the rest of the Company, watched as the water bubbled as if it was boiling hot, and then, you rose out of the surface. Instead of your tail, it was replaced with legs, and thankfully whatever magic you used, had given you clothes. A simple billowy tunic, trousers, and boots. If anything, you were also ready for the adventure.

Thorin stared at you, skeptically before going ahead of the group, and leading the way. You saddled up beside Fili, incredibly intrigued by the Prince, and how he was able to break out of your spell. What was special about him? Was he truly immune to your charm? But, the longer you stared at him, the more you realized how handsome he was. His dirty blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and his little mustache braids… There was a sort of magnetism that drew you to him and made you feel like you wanted to be near him. It was strange.

"What should I call you, little Prince?" You asked, gaining his attention.

Fili turned to see you already looking at him, walking alongside him as you clasped your hands behind your back. "I am Fili." He introduced himself, face still flushed, "What is yours?" He asked, turning to face you.

"My name is Y/N." You replied, grinning.

Fili smiled at your response, "It suits you better than Siren."

"Hm. Or Temptress." You added, making him laugh lightly. Fili bit his lip, side-glancing at you with a playful smirk. You frowned slightly, "What are you grinning about?" You asked.

Fili shrugged, "Nothing really, just your company is nice."

"Is that so?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly, as Fili nodded.

"Yes."

You stopped and stared at him for a few moments before smiling, "Good. Because I think you are nice company too."

Kili couldn't help but overhear your conversation with his older brother, smiling slightly in amusement at the two of you. 

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Over the past couple of weeks, you had grown closer to the Prince and grew to actually really like him. He was a good person, and he cared very deeply about the people he cared about. You admired that about him. You were starting to notice things about him that you hadn't noticed before. The way he twiddled with his thumbs or how his demeanor changed when near his brother…

You liked seeing Fili happy, you enjoyed spending time with him, and you found yourself falling deeper and deeper with every passing day. You knew that you were in deep, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Fili. You'd been keeping that thought to yourself though. For fear that he might think of you differently if he found out that you had feelings for him. You didn’t want to say it… But you would show him with your sweet gestures.

"What is it like, wandering and going on adventures?" You asked softly, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping Dwarves or gain the attention of Kili who was on night watch.

Fili hummed, staring up at the stars with you, side by side, "Well," He began, "Sometimes it is dangerous, but other times it is quite... Peaceful." He glanced over to you, seeing how your eyes gazed upon the sky. Your face was illuminated by the light coming from the fire which lit up the small area in which the Company had set up camp. You were beautiful, especially with the moonlight shining off your skin. Like a Goddess sent from Mahal himself.

You glanced over at him and looked away shyly. "I wish I could've seen the world more. All my life, I have been in that lake, doing as my parents had taught me." You paused, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "I never thought I would get the chance to see the world." You continued. Fili turned to face you, frowning slightly in concern.

"I understand." He murmured. "For a long time, I wanted to go out on adventures when I was younger."

You bit your lip, before turning your head to the side, looking at Fili, "I'm sorry for almost killing you and your friends."

Fili shook his head, "There's nothing for you to apologize for. It was your nature." You smiled sadly, nodding slightly in understanding before looking back at the starry sky. "What is it like being a Siren?" Fili questioned, breaking the silence between the two of you, "Being able to change your form?"

You blinked, your thoughts suddenly taking a turn. "It is very tiring. To say the least. Swimming all day… It takes a lot of strength." You looked back over at him, "What is it like being a Prince?"

A sad sigh escaped Fili's lips and he glanced up at the sky, "It's difficult, I suppose." He paused, "But I wouldn't trade it for anything." He gave you a small grin. 

"Are you happy?" You asked him, and Filipused his lips, thinking before he nodded.

"Yes, I am happy." He looked back at you with his blue eyes, "Are you?"

You sighed, turning to look up at the stars as a shooting star flew by, "I am now." Your hand brushed against the soft grass, your hand bumping lightly into Fili's. His pinkie nudged yours, making your heart flutter. Slowly, his hand encased yours, and he squeezed gently, earning a small giggle from you.

"You're adorable." You said, giggling as he rolled his eyes playfully as his cheeks flushed once more.

"And you are enchanting, Y/N."

~~~

The Battle of the Five Armies was ongoing. There was so much blood and gore. You spent most, if not all of your time in your lake, so you never saw a battle like this before. You were doing your best to help Thorin and his Company, hypnotizing and mesmerizing orcs, forcing themselves to walk off cliffs or stab each other. The fighting was brutal, there was no mercy whatsoever. All dwarves, even though injured or wounded, refused to yield. It was overwhelming. But as you continued to sing, luring a bunch of orcs to kill one another, you took a glance around you, unable to find Fili; you went in search of him. 

You began to panic when you made your way to the castle ruins up high on the mountain, eyes widening as you watched Fili, being held by Azog on the broken balcony of the ruins. You froze, petrified as you watched Azog stab Fili in the back, before tossing him away. You screamed as tears streamed down your cheeks. Your blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the mountain, causing many to cover their ears as they began to ring; even some vomited from your piercing yell. You quickly rushed over, falling down on your knees, pulling Fili close to you, his head resting on your lap. Tears streamed from your eyes as you looked down at his pale form. A large pool of blood surrounded him, staining your pants and knees; but you didn’t care. As you looked down at him, you began to sing again, hoping that your song would somehow heal the wound on his back. But nothing happened. Your heart clenched painfully. You began to shake as you gazed at him helplessly, watching as your song slowly faded away, leaving a dead silence in its wake. 

Opening your eyes, you stared down at Fili's glazed-over eyes, your chest tightening, a painful lump forming in the pit of your stomach. Your breath hitched, choking back sobs as you placed your palm against the side of Fili's face. His cheek felt cold against your fingertips, making a whimper escape your lips. Biting your lip harshly, trying to stop yourself from crying, you pulled Fili close to you, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Please... Don't leave me." You whispered in his ear, and you shut your eyes, letting out a shaky sigh.

Unbeknownst to you, the tears you had shed landed on Fili's cheeks, melting into his skin. And after a quick moment, he let out a faint groan, his eyes flickering open. Your eyes widened at his sudden sound, sitting upright as Fili let out a cough, wincing.

He opened his eyes, gazing up at you through half-closed eyelids. "Y/N?" He rasped. You looked at him, relief flooding over you as he sat up in front of you. You cupped his cheek, leaning forward, and placed a light kiss on his lips.

"You are awake." You breathed. He grinned softly.

"Am I dreaming? Is this real?" Fili asked, gazing intently at you.

"No, you're here. With me. You're alive." You responded, pressing your forehead against his own.

"I'm alive? How?" He asked softly, and you shook your head slightly.

"I do not know." You muttered, "But, I am oh-so glad you are alright." You let out a small laugh of relief.

"Me too, my Y/N." Fili told you, bringing his hands up to cup your face, and then pulling you towards him, kissing you tenderly. You returned the kiss, feeling relieved, and happy to finally have him back in your arms, safe and alive.

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Thankfully, after the battle, Azog was killed by Thorin, and the battle for Erebor was won. Smaug was dead. And everyone, even the rest of the Company survived. You were currently lying beside Fili, who was snoring lightly while you traced circles onto his forearm, smiling slightly. Living in Erebor with your beloved was a dream come true. With help from Gandalf, you had found out about your merpeople. Along with that, you had found out the reason why Fili came back to life. Your tears. Your magic tears. Something you didn't even know about yourself. Which you were beyond grateful for.

You had fallen in love with Fili. He had fallen for you. You both loved each other so much that neither one of you ever felt like you could live without the other. You both were inseparable, never without each other; always be each other’s side. He was everything you needed and ever wanted. You loved him. You truly did. 

Fili stirred beside you, opening his eyes and staring sleepily down at you. You reached up, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb, a small smile gracing your features. "Hey, you're finally awake." You commented, brushing some strands of hair away from his face before fidgeting with his courtship braid.

Fili yawned, "How long has it been?"

You shrugged slightly. "Since we went to bed last night." You answered, flicking his mustache braids playfully. "How are you feeling?" You asked curiously.

Fili groaned lightly, reaching his hand up to cup your cheek. "Perfect." He replied, chuckling tiredly, his thumb running soothingly across your cheek. His eyes landed on yours, gazing dreamily.

"Good," You whispered softly. Fili chuckled lightly as he leaned forward, capturing your lips, kissing you passionately, and wrapping his arms around your waist. You smiled into the kiss, tilting your head slightly to deepen it. Pulling apart slightly, you rested your forehead against his. "I love you." You mumbled softly.

"And I, you, my Y/N." Fili smiled, pecking your lips softly.

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[oreotoreads]

— i love me better when i am with you.

pairing: jake x fem!reader

WC: 0.9k

warnings: drunk jake, mentions of alcohol. fighting with jake (how dare you)

a/n: ori the oreo sometimes gets soft over her favorite puppy jaeyun… enjoy reading <;3

one thing you didn’t guess seeing when you came home was seeing jake, fell asleep on your couch, his knees scrunched up to his chest and his both hands under his cheeks, sleeping like a baby.

you regret leaving him like this, you were in a heated fight and you had to leave to not hurt him or say something bad, you found it easier to run than making him sad or losing him. you thought he would leave too, after you, but instead he stayed and waited for you and eventually fell asleep.

you loved him with your whole heart, the reason for your fight was something stupid and unnecessary, you hated yourself for making a fuss about it. he has always been an amazing boyfriend for you and now seeing him so vulnerable sleeping like that made your heart ache, he was everything you ever wanted.

you dropped your keys on the table and walked over him, then you realized the empty bottle of vodka on the floor. 

“oh my …” you mumbled, kneeling in front of him to hold the bottle, and see it was the one you drank only halfway in so he drank half a bottle himself when you were gone.

you got closer to him, resting your forehead to his just to listen his steady breathing and you closed your eyes, feeling content, his existence was a blessing. you needed to take care of him now, you wanted to tuck him in bed and make him sleep like a baby.

“baby?” you bopped his nose lightly for him to wake up, then you poked his cheek, making him whine and open his eyes slightly.

“am taken ma’am…”

you snorted, poking his cheek again, “really? who is the lucky girl?”

there was a few seconds of silence before he licked his lips and ran his fingers through his silky hair, turning around in his place to get more comfortable. a pout formed on his mouth before he talked.

“her name is y/n. and i am so lucky, not her.”

“does she treat you right, mhm?” you asked, pushing his hair away from his face, and holding his hand, intertwining your fingers.

“hmmmmm.” he nodded, squeezing your hand in his, “i love me better when i am with her.”

you felt your eyes getting teary at his soft words, you leaned in and pressed a light feathery kiss on his lips before he dozed off again. you giggled, putting an hand under his neck to make him sit and grumbles and whines spilled from his lips.

“ma’am, i only and only fuck with one woman,”

you laughed, his forehead falling down to your shoulder as you rubbed his back, “i know jaeyunie, i am taking you to her, okay?”

he nodded his head against your shoulder as you made him got up from his place, you made him held your waist and hug you from behind as you walked to your room, turning on your bedside lamp before making him lay on the bed.

you had to put him in his pjs now.

“arms up, my love.” you straddled him after getting his shorts and pajama top from the drawer, pulling his hoodie from his body and taking it off. his eyes were still closed, he looked so innocent and cute like this.

you quickly took off your top and bra before you pulled down his hoodie from your head on your naked skin, you loved when his scent lingered on his clothes. then you moved on pulling his pants from his legs, thank god he helped you and lifted his legs, when you made him wear his shorts and stopped until they reached his waistline.

you softly caressed his skin over the shorts, his body was so warm and soft, you couldn’t wait to cuddle with him whole night. you also gently tuck the sleeves from the t-shirt and then his head slowly, finally full dressed.

you kicked out your jeans before you got into bed next to him, putting your bare legs over his before you pulled his head over your chest, kissing his hair. he softly wrapped his arms around you, hugging you closer .

“y/n? when did you arrive?”

you giggled, looking at his lost puppy eyes.

“i am sorry, my love.” you mumbled, leaning down and kissing his lips. he smiled into the kiss, putting his hand on your neck to pull you in more, tasting your lips before his sleep.

“i am sorry.” he trailed off, trying to scan your face with half closed eyelids, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” his lips softly touched your neck, giving sleepy kisses on your skin and made you squirm a little.

“i love you.” he murmured before rubbing his nose to your chest and hugging you tighter, you smiled, feeling butterflies all over your stomach.

“i love you, jake.” you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing it will put him into a sleep in seconds, he loved it when your fingers were massaging his scalp. soon, his breathing was regular, his soft breaths hitting your neck and tickling your skin, and his hands on your waist sometimes squeezing you, scared of letting you go even in his sleep. you smiled, pressing your lips to his warm forehead before you mumbled, even though he wasn’t going to hear it.

“i also love me better when i am with you, jake.”

#jake x reader #jake fluff #jake soft hours #enhypen soft hours #enhypen fics #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fanfics #jake fanfic #sim jake x reader #enhypen jake

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Keep it Short: Immortal!Reader being the reason why everything started: Last Part

Sorry for the delay, i went to a long ride of burn out(i guess), didn't really have the inspiration to continue writing on my own. But i will try my best, this is supposed to be the last part of this mini series, since this will keep going on and on...

[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGER WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]

Tags: @rosaryos - @haven-is-happy

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It's an endless cycle.

You tried, you know you did.

Only if you knew that Targaryens were persistent, that each and all of them would keep you trapped in this room, where no one but them could find you.

Each more insane than the other, you even remember their names...

Aenys...

Maegor...

Jaehaerys...

Viserys...

Daeron...

Maekar...

Rhaenyra...

Aegon...

Aegon....

Aegon.

AEGON!!!

That dammed man kept hunting you even after DEATH! They were all different, but the name was like a curse that drags you to wherever hell that man was locked into!

You couldn't take it anymore, and you did try, you tried to make it stop.

The scars in your wrists are the proof of it...no, you are not proud of them, you just wanted it to stop, but your curse kept you alive.

The new man that visits your chambers is the second boy named Aerys. You remember the first one, a boy desperate to conceive a child and thought that you were the answer.

This one is different, his insanity escalated to another level, his ways of using you were...flammable to say the least. You didn't feel much pain, after all, what's the use for pain if you are not going to die.

This went on for years, you got used to it...my, even admire it.

The fire, of course, not the man, he was a pig like all the others.

One day, you had been awaken by the sounds of discord, something you were familiar with. You tried to analyze the sounds and for some reason, you opened the door that locked you for centuries, no guards, nothing.

You were free.

You were finally fucking free.

You ran around the Red Keep, trying to find some sort of exit, desperate to get out, for this might be your only chance.

And then you found...him

Aerys, lying on the ground, dead.

The Targaryens were dead.

You saw a man standing by his corpse, but before you could do anything, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you away.

Everything goes black

Once you wake up again, one more time, you find yourself in those chambers, once again, you were locked.

The door opens again, a new man appears, he has the features that remind you of that targaryen bastard, Orys Baratheon.

He wore a crown, meaning he was King...and you were his.

His to savour

His to love

For all eternity

The blood of the Dragon indeed runs thick.

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A/N: And cut, i wrote this before breakfast so i don't know if it's good enough, but i truly hope you enjoyed.

#yandere imagine #yandere x reader #a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #the targaryens #yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house targaryen #house baratheon #Immortal!Reader #reader insert