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diettwistup · 3 days

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HALF OF YOU

PAIRINGS: tashi duncan x f!oc, art donaldson x f!oc, patrick zweig x f!oc

SUMMARY: No matter how bright Tashi Duncan shined, her best friend, Milan Mikaelson, wasn’t far behind. Though seeming second best, Milan would never let that define her career. Holding as much fame as Tashi, Milan encountered Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson. Would this encounter change the trajectory of her life, and would it completely alter her relationship with Tashi Duncan?

WARNINGS: challengers spoilers, reader is milan mikaelson, sexual situations, language, angst, plot alterations.

NOTES: hello lovely people! so excited to be back n finally posting this next chapter. i really hope you guys enjoy this, as it’s a little bit of a filler chapter to get ready for the juicy stuff. also i was a little lazy and didn't edit much, so mind any errors! hope you enjoy kisses n hugs xx 💋

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READ BEFORE THIS: INTRO, ONE, and TWO

CHAPTER 3: CRACK ME AND I’LL CRACK YOU

STANFORD DINING HALL , 2007 1:00 PM

My eyes scanned the dining hall and all the students grabbing late lunches. Taking out my phone, I looked down to read a text from Art.

“I’ve got a table by the window.”

Looking up, I almost immediately saw his backward cap and blonde curls facing me as he looked out the window, hands bridged.

Softly inhaling, I walked over to where he was, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Hi…” I softly spoke, making him turn around and flash me his signature lopsided grin.

“Hey,” He started as I sat down across from him. “Such a beautiful day. I just had to get a window seat.” He nodded his head towards the view we had.

Following his eyes, I saw our beautiful campus basking in the hot California sun.

“It really is beautiful if you have the time to stop and stare.” I sighed as I stole a glance at Art’s side profile.

I felt my breath catch in my throat solely from his features. They really were perfect, and that’s saying something.

“Ready to eat?” He snapped his eyes back to me as I tried my best to play off staring at him, grabbing a piece of my hair.

“Yeah!” I spurted out, too eager for my liking, as I quickly stood up, student ID in hand. “Let’s go…” I finished calmer as I brushed my hair out of my face.

I heard him softly chuckle as we went to go get our food.

Returning to the table, I sat my tray down, looked at my food, and grabbed a piece of my hair to play with.

Again.

“So, I wanna hear everything about how your semester went.” I smiled and crossed my legs under the table.

Shooting me a soft smile while opening his water bottle, Art locked his eyes onto mine.

“It’s been rough. Lots of hard practices and tough classes, but like we said the other day, it’s all gonna be worth it.” He explained before taking a bite of his food.

Picking up my fork and poking my salad, I tilted my head. “Have you and Pat been keeping in contact?” I questioned as I took a bite of my food.

Nodding as he chewed, Art put his fork down. “Yeah, we talk all the time, and he’s visited a bunch,” he responded.

I knew about the visits since Tashi always told me when she needed…alone time.

“That’s fun,” I continued to eat my food before looking out the window. “Tashi said he’s coming for her match next week. We should all do something.”

“I like that idea.” I could feel him smiling at me as my cheeks heated up.

A comfortable silence befell us as we ate our food. Surprisingly, it was very enjoyable. I liked this.

I liked Art.

When we finished our food and returned our trays, Art shoved his hands in his pocket and looked at me, letting his eyes ask, "What's next."

Smiling at him, I bit my bottom lip and parted my lips. “Since we didn’t talk much, I wondered if you wanted to return to my dorm. I have a single, so we wouldn’t have to worry about disturbing my roommate.” I spoke as I played with my fingers.

I could practically feel the happiness radiating off of his smile as he simply nodded.

“Lead the way.” He responded and extended his hand out for me to take.

Softly laughing, I grabbed his hand and walked us to my dorm building.

His hand feels good in mine.

Reaching my dorm, I turned to Art as I unlocked the door.

“She may be messy, don’t judge.” I playfully scolded as I opened the door.

“Don’t worry, if yours is bad, mine is worse.” He laughed and followed me into my room.

I closed the door behind us and put my keys down on my desk as I watched Art look around my room.

Sitting down on my bed, I took off my shoes and moved my legs up to sit with them crossed.

“This is cute,” Art said as he turned around and showed that he was holding a framed photo of Tashi and me from third grade.

Tashi and I were standing back to back with our arms crossed, both making the silliest faces we could muster. Tennis rackets were in our hands, which you swear were bigger than us. We had just won our first of many doubles matches.

Softly laughing, I stood up and took the photo from him, staring at it with a fond smile.

“We were so young…” I whispered softly as I studied the photo. Art’s head was right above my shoulder, and I was looking down at the photo as well.

“You never told Patrick and me about how you and Tashi met,” he said in my ear as I placed the photo back on my desk.

Sitting back down on my bed, I patted the area next to me with a smile. “Come sit, and I’ll spill my guts.” I chuckled as he moved to sit next to me, taking his hat off and handing it to me to place on my desk.

“Do I need to sell my soul for this information?” He joked and ran a hand through his hair while I rolled my eyes and gently hit his knee.

“Shut up…” I chuckled before moving my hair behind my shoulder.

“Tashi and I have known each other all our lives, really.” I started smiling at the memory of young Tashi and me. “Our mothers were friends, so we were bound to be just like them.” I laughed to myself, looking down at my hands.

“I feel like we’ve been playing tennis since we were both able to walk,” I smirked as I looked at Art, who was hanging onto every word I spoke.

He simply nodded to show that he was listening, a smirk widening at every new fact.

“We were doubles partners for years before we decided to play singles for better recruitment chances, and here we are.” I shrugged at this, looking at the photo on my desk while a lazy smile played on my features.

All Art did for a moment was stare at me with a slight smile.

I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that.

Quickly running a hand through his hair, he laughed softly before looking back at me.

“I can’t say I’m shocked.” He smiles before flickering his eyes back to the picture of Tashi and me on my desk. “You two have something special.” He finishes and looks back at me.

“Look who's talking,” I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and responded. “You and Patrick have one of the most genuine friendships I’ve ever seen.” I smiled as Art adjusted himself, our knees now touching.

“Please,” He laughed and shook his head. “Patrick and I are more brothers than friends.” He smirked.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed and subconsciously moved closer to Art. “That’s what I love about you two. I can tell you really care about him.” I tilted my head with a gentle smile as I placed my hand on his thigh.

Art glanced down at my hand as my face instantly turned red.

“I’m sorry-“ I began as I retracted my hand, but Art stopped me by grabbing my wrist and staring right into my eyes.

“No, it’s okay.” He spoke, eyes piercing into my entire being: soul, body, and all. As he held my wrists, his thumb softly caressed the sensitive skin of my palm.

Biting my bottom lip softly, I turned my head to look out the window as my stomach churned.

“So,” I began as I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’m glad you texted me…” I softly spoke, refusing to make eye contact.

“Wow,” He started and shook his head slowly with a smirk.

Tilting my head, I furrowed my brows and looked at him through my eyelashes.

“What…?” I asked as I gnawed my bottom lip, and my face heated up.

He threw his hands up in defense and let out a chuckle as he stared at me.

“Never did I ever think that Milan Mikaelson would express any sort of feeling without having an attitude.” He laughed as my mouth dropped, and I chuckled before leaning in and smacking his arm.

“You’re such an asshole!” I laughed, not realizing how close our faces were.

He shrugged with a smirk before moving his hand to play with the sleeve of my hoodie.

I watched him do this, eyes trained on his fingers before flickering to the roughness of his calloused hands. Sure, I had them, too, but for some reason, seeing him made me smile at all his hard work and dedication to tennis.

“I told Pat about this.” He chimed and snapped me out of my thoughts, pointing between the two of us to signify that there was now an us.

“I think he’s more happy than I am about this.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

I turned my head to look back out at the window as I softly laughed.

“Yeah, I told Tash,” I responded before looking back at him, his smile growing wider. “She was surprisingly chill about it.” I laughed as I thought of Tashi’s stubborn nature.

Moving his hand from my sweatshirt to my thigh, Art smirked even wider at me.

That damn smirk.

“See, I told you they wouldn’t give a fuck.” He chuckled and patted my thigh.

Rolling my eyes, I clicked my tongue and looked back at him.

“Hey, I was just playing it safe!” I explained in defense as I leaned my head closer to his to counteract his smug expression.

“When is playing safe ever fun?” he replied and leaned in, grinning from ear to ear.

My mind trailed back to the hotel as I remembered the harsh eye contact between us when Tashi and I first arrived. This moment seems to be teleporting me back in time.

Returning to my senses, I noticed that Art’s hand had moved from my thigh to my waist, and our noses were almost touching.

“Art…” I whispered, almost warning him about what we were about to do.

He only learned more until his lips ghosted mine.

“There’s nothing to worry about…they’re fine with it, remember?” He reassured me and moved a hand to cup my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb out of comfort.

He was right. We can do whatever we want…I know we both wanted this.

Softly laughing and smiling widely at this realization, I quickly pressed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He, of course, kissed back instantly as his hands moved to the base of my neck.

I could practically taste his smirk against my lips as I parted my lips to give him access.

Swiping my tongue across his, I laced my fingers into his hair and gently tugged the blonde tuffs. All he could do was softly groan into my mouth before pushing me back gently on the bed to let me lay on my pillow.

I smiled at this as I moved my leg to wrap around his torso and push my heel into his back to push him further down, whining at the slight friction below.

I was almost totally lost in the kiss before Art pulled away after biting my bottom lip to catch his breath.

Panting softly, I raised a hand to brush a piece out of his face, softly humming to myself.

“I really want to get lost in you, but I’m refraining myself because I want to show you that I’m all in. I don’t want a one-time thing.” He spoke breathlessly as he leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek and gently pick me up so that I lay on his chest.

“I want us to happen. I need us to happen.” He continued into my hair as he gripped me closer, hands under my shirt, tracing shapes on my bare stomach.

Smiling and closing my eyes, I moved my hands to play with his.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard something more perfect.” I laughed and buried my head more into his chest before continuing, voice quiet.

“This is exactly what I want. Everything I need.”

NEXT WEEK- STANFORD DORMS 2007, 10:00 AM

“Are you excited?” I smirked as I sat with my head dangling off of Tashi’s bed, hands resting on my stomach.

“Excited? Yeah, excited to beat that Pepperdine bitch.” Tashi finished as she sat at her desk and did her skincare.

Scoffing, I turned my body around to sit upright on her bed.

“Um, I was talking about Patrick coming…” I laughed with a subtle eye roll as I rested my chin on my palm.

“Oh,” Was all she said as she looked at her skin closely in her mirror.

I fell back on her bed with a chuckle as I stared at her ceiling.

“What about Art? How’s that going?” She chimed, grin so wide I could practically hear it.

I blushed at the mention of his name and turned my head to face her, hair falling into my face.

“It’s been good,” I smiled like a child as I thought about last week with Art.

We’d been taking it slow to really get to know each other. Finding time in our hectic schedules was definitely a challenge, but we were both up for it.

All I heard was Tashi snorting before standing up from her desk and moving to sit next to me on the bed.

“I’m happy for you,” She smiled and draped her body over mine as I let out a laugh with protests for her to get off of me.

Times like this made me wish that Tashi and I didn’t have to worry about the future. We could perpetually live in certain moments where we would only show certain sides of ourselves to each other. It was refreshing, really.

Laying next to her, I grinned and brushed my hair out of my face.

“The four of us should do something after your match. Maybe grab dinner off campus or something.” I thought out loud as I grabbed one of Tashi’s stuffed animals to lie with.

Shrugging, Tashi sat up next to my head and pulled a blanket over herself.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” she nodded before letting a smirk break out. Just think, this will be the first time the four of us have been together since the hotel.” I saw her eyes flicker with mischief.

Sitting up quickly, I gently pushed her off the bed as we both burst into laughter.

“That night was fucked!” I laughed as I crawled to the edge of the bed to see her sprawled out beneath me, clutching her stomach as she continued to laugh.

“Hey, but it brought both of us two attractive men who play the same sport as us!” She quipped before grabbing my arm and pulling me off the bed, laughing through her words.

She does have a point.

As we continued to laugh momentarily, I softly sighed and sat up, brushing my shirt off.

“Well, I should get going. I want to grab something to eat before I go to study before your match,” I said as I stood up and walked to my backpack and shoes. Plus, I know you’ll want to have some alone time with Pat.” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her as I bent down to put my shoes on.

“Fuck off.” She laughed and kicked my foot as I cursed her out and threw one of her stuffed animals at her.

“You’re being defensive because you know I’m right.” I stuck my tongue out at her before quickly putting on my shoes, fixing my outfit, and slinging my backpack over my shoulder so Tashi couldn’t throw anything back at me.

“Love you!” I yelled as I ran out the door, only catching a glimpse of her shooting me the middle finger.

Smiling to myself, I quickly made my way to the dining hall, not wanting to waste any time so I could get ample studying in before Tashi’s match.

Reaching a hand up to my mouth, I bit my nails as I entered the dining hall, looking around to see if I knew anyone.

Shockingly enough, Art and Patrick were sitting by the window, eating churros and talking about something.

I decided to get my food before heading over, just in case I got caught in a long conversation.

It’s happened with them before, who said it wouldn't happen again?

Grabbing my food quickly, might I add, I walked over to the boys with a small smile.

Patrick was the first to spot me, expression turning to a wide smile as he waved.

This caused Art to look at who his friend was waving to, and his face immediately lit up when he saw me.

How sweet.

“Mila!” Patrick exclaimed as he got up from his stool and hugged me. “How’ve been?” He asked while I hugged back, laughing softly.

“Awe, Pat, good to see ya,” I smiled before letting go of the hug. “I’ve been decent, pushing through.” I laughed and placed my food next to Art.

“Hi,” I whispered to Art while he wrapped an arm around my waist below my backpack and smiled at me.

“Hi,” He responded with a lopsided grin and whispered softly. “You look good today,” He patted my waist while I gently chuckled.

“How about you, Pat? How's the tour?” I angled my attention back to Patrick, who looked between Art and me with a knowing grin.

“It's been great. I've learned a lot of things and am getting better every day.” He nodded and crossed his arms with his signature smirk.

I smiled at this, genuinely happy for his success. I never really took much time to get to know Patrick, but I knew he was a good guy. He and Tashi made a good couple, and I know he was treating her right, which is all I cared about.

“Well,” I began, patting Art’s arm, then grabbing my food. I have a huge test to study for, and I want to get a lot done before Tashi’s match, so I’ll see you two there?” I pointed between them, already knowing the answer.

“You know it,” Patrick smirked before sitting back down on his stool and shot Art a very large smirk.

“Yup, I’ll text you.” Art smiled and moved in to press a small peck on my cheek, making my face heat up.

Well, that’s new.

Laughing softly, I waved to both of the boys as I yelled, “Let's get dinner tonight with Tashi!” before making my way to the library.

Something tells me that today is gonna be a great day.

STANFORD TENNIS COURTS - 2007, 1:00 PM

The walk from the library to the tennis courts was never something that I had never done before and was never something that I would do again.

My legs were about to give out any moment, and you would think they would be strong from years of training, but when you’re carrying a backpack with textbooks, notebooks, multiple papers, and more, your abilities are truly tested.

As I reached the bleachers, I walked up and sat near the middle, discarding my backpack and letting out a groan.

“Tashi Duncan, you’re glad I love you,” I told myself as I pulled my phone out to text Art that I had seats for him and Patrick.

After a bit of waiting and looking over my notes to get a little extra studying in, Art showed up, startling me as he pulled my notes out of my lap.

“Hey, give that back,” I protested, staring at him through my lashes.

“Hm,” he started before sitting next to me and skimming my notes, pretending to know what he was looking at.

“The importance of oxygen in oxidative phosphorylation? Who wouldn’t know that?” He pointed to my section in the notes as I laughed and took them before putting them in my backpack.

“The day you can explain cellular respiration, you can put a ring on it.” I joked as I zipped up my backpack.

“Well, I guess there will be no marriage anytime soon.” He pretended to sound extremely disappointed before looking at the court.

Rolling my eyes, I stared at him in confusion as I realized his partner in crime was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Pat?” I asked as I rested my chin on my hand.

All Art did was shrug and look back at me. “He went to Tashi’s dorm a bit after you left and told me he would meet me here.” He explained and ran a hand through his hair.

“Hm, I see.” I slowly spoke as Tashi exited the locker rooms, the crowd cheering. Maybe you should send him a text,” I added as I looked back at Art.

“Yeah, let’s see.” He responded as he pulled out his phone and quickly texted Patrick.

Not even a full ten seconds later, Patrick had responded.

“Well fuck,” Art said as he read the text. “He said they got into a big fight, and he’s not coming.” He sighed as he put his phone back in his pocket.

“Shit, that’s not good,” I spoke as I reached a hand up to my mouth and bit one of my nails. “Thank God Tashi knows how to lock in.” I continued and watched her stretch and warm up.

Humming in response, Art’s eyes were focused on Tashi just as mine had been.

I shook my head at the thought of Patrick and Tashi's fight. The match began, and Tashi started off perfectly, as usual.

The crowd roared as she continued to score over and over again, strides faultlessly, obviously not letting the fight with Patrick get to her.

When Tashi set the next ball, the volley with her opponent went down momentarily. I watched in awe as she strategically moved across the entire court, hitting the ball back with great force.

“Come on, Tash!” I yelled as the crowd roared with me.

“She’s really on point today,” I glanced at Art and spoke before my eyes locked back onto Tashi.

“I know, she’s so-“

CRACK

“Oh my god…” I gasped and stood up as I covered my mouth in horror while Art shot up, eyes wide.

Tashi was on the ground, thrashing and crying out in pain. Her screams wracked throughout the stadium as she gripped her knee.

“Fuck, Art, we gotta go,” I exclaimed and, without hesitation, sprinted down the bleachers, jumping over the fence and net with Art over to Tashi.

“Tash, hey, it’s gonna be okay…” I calmly spoke as I moved her head into my lap. Art grabbed her hand and rubbed it soothingly.

Moving her hair out of her face, I whispered softly down at her. All she did was cry and squirm back and forth, blubbering about her knee and how badly it hurt.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, everything is gonna be okay,” I whispered as I wiped her tears away before glancing at Art, who was looking at me with a worried expression.

Biting my lip out of anxiety, I looked back down at Tashi as she cried and turned her head to hide her face in my thigh.

Shit.

STANFORD INFIRMARY - 2007, 2:00 PM

Complete and utter silence filled our end of the infirmary as Tashi sat on a stretcher between Art and me.

No one dared open their mouths while we listened to the physicians and tennis coach speak hushedly.

I knew this was going to break Tashi. She would never let anyone know that even me, but an injury like this is something that could severely affect her future. I reached a hand up to my mouth to bite my nails in anticipation of her exact diagnosis.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” A rushed and exasperated voice sounded from the doorway. Looking up, my eyes locked with Patrick’s as Tashi started to yell at him.

“Get out,” She warned before raising her voice to scream when he wouldn’t listen. “GET OUT!” She spat and threw her entire body to point at him to get out.

Patrick continued to protest, wanting to explain himself and apologize as his eyes darted between us, looking for some forgiveness.

“Patrick, get the fuck out!” Art yelled when Patrick went to step closer to us while I closed my eyes, shook my head, and furrowed my brows.

Why the fuck was HE yelling?

Crossing my arms and biting my lip, I sadly looked up at Patrick as I spoke softly.

“Pat, I think you should leave.” I softly whispered, his eyes burning into my being.

If Tashi wants him gone, he should go.

All I was met with was his defeated eyes, pleading for this not to be serious. I turned my head away from him, and he finally nodded in disappointment and left.

Sucking in a breath, I turned my body back to Tashi and moved to grab her hand, softly gripping it while she did the same back, her gaze pointing forward.

Looking back up at Art, he only stared into space with a piercing expression.

Sighing softly, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall.

So much for today being a great day.

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hallothere · 2 years

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13, 16, and 20? (I'm just trying to get you to post pics of outfits, lol, maybe tips for dressing dwarves)

13. Any idea how many alts you have?

UhhhHHhh maybe 25? 12 on Crickhollow, assorted on like 7 other servers. I've been more active on Landroval recently, but Crick is still home sweet home

16. Do you have a favorite race to play? Favorite combos of race and class?

You know, I'm most partial to Standard Dwarves, but by pure numbers I have the most Men alts. I don't know why. I feel like Dwarf Guard also is so fun. So stereotypical (for lotro) but so, so nice

20. Do you spend a lot of time on cosmetics- outfits, weapons, housing, pets? Do you have any favorites?

Oh you know I do. And since you asked so nicely, I'll give you a dwarf fashion show as well as tips? I guess? on Choosing Dwarf Looks TM

Before I begin, remember to think about the beards! If the collar of your shirt is its' strongest point, maybe save it for someone with a short beard.

I'm going to start with the highlight:

Now, this is a Curator piece, but there's a very close match in Erebor or Ered Mithrin somewhere and it's going to do great to illustrate my thesis (which I'll get to in a second)

Here we have Ruutbier and Throwan showing off the versatility of this piece. You can go from cozy winter adventurer to spring flinger to mysterious Anorien traveler all with one shirt. Now, I like my Dwarves in some sort of hood item, but as you can see there's a lot of range even there. It's classy, it's timeless, it dyes very well.

But! It's not the only thing you can use (even though it's 6/8ths of Throwan's wardrobe)

This is my central point: because of the way Dwarves are modeled, you're going to be able to get your results by paying attention to how the waistline of the shirt is modeled. The different waistlines are usually a big hint in how the chestpiece will look!

Say you want something like my Grey Mountains Elite fit here? That's a hefty but streamlined dwarf. Centerline simple waist and no skirt/volume in the legs. Add bulk to the shoulders and you're looking at a hammer shape. De-emphasize them with a shawl and there's a sturdy fellow who looks quite hug-able. Your options are limitless and a lot of them are greatly impacted by the breadbasket.

Cases in point:

A Round Dwarf, Perfectly Circular:

Throwan is modeling Identical accessories but look! A busy (read: modeled vs. textured) waistline gives us a rounder look. The first chestpiece is the Remmo light armor, which looks relatively uninteresting on Elves and Men. See how those belts, buckles, and bags change the look of the whole thing!

Tasteful Tapering:

Here we have 3 very different looks (in Light, Medium, and Heavy) demonstrating the effect you can get with a centerline waist and a very minimal belt. The wide Dwarf-stance gives it an almost hourglass look, but can be emphasized or de-emphasized by shoulders and boots. (note: heavy modeling on the calf parts of your boots will really shine! if they're not scrunched to oblivion)

A Wide-Sweeping Statement

Back to Throwan! We're in identical accessories again to show off the different ways a skirt will sit. Robes with centerline, well-defined but simple waistlines will flow nicely (left) and not give your Dwarf an ill-fitted look. Non-robes with greater-than-knee-length elements will become tea length easily on your Dwarf (center). But this one still gives a little flourish at the hem and maintains a round look. Dresses are hit or miss (right). I think this one works because the greatest emphasis on this model across races is the skirt instead of the chest. It sweeps out wider than Throwan's excessive shoulder pads and bounces back from the odd effect created by a center-ribcage waistline.

Interesting Results:

These three are examples of things I didn't expect out of a chestpiece. The Dwarf-make jacket (left) looks meh on Men/Elves but manages to pull off both the Round and Visible Chest Design looks on a Dwarf, so, a win. The Breastplate of the Honed Blade (heavy Pelennor, center) has a lot of emphasis in the chest but still manages a sturdy look with a visible White Tree Motif past the beard. A rare find!

I don't know what's happening with the Sunflower Dress (right). The waist is on the ribcage but it also acknowledges the waist on the model. I personally don't love it.

So yeah! The waistline of your chestpiece determines the whole look 9/10 times because Dwarf Model. Go find those Shapes! Get your Dwarf Runway Ready!

#noooooooo my formatting whyyyyyyyyy #didn't mean for this to become Making Dwarf Shapes 101 but here we are #i love the Dwarf model but i don't feel like much stuff is made with them in mind #lotro #you can have anything!!!!#there are so many options #but this is like How to ID pieces that have the look you like #bombur cosplay? look for centerline or low waist with belts!!#fancy lady dwarf? the bigger the skirt the better #[i dunno noise]#you can get so much mileage out of this

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