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lokiiied · 7 months

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the drinking game scene in rotk bc legolas is just naturally good at everything and also an elf it takes like twenty beers to get him even slightly buzzed and then he’s like, “i feel something…a slight tingle in my fingers. i think it is effecting me!” and éomer is just like #impressedandturnedon

will never not be funny but also imagine:

after legolas “wins” the game and him and éomer lift gimli and relocate him éomer is just amazed at legolas’ elf alcohol tolerance and says,

“have you never been drunk before?” and legolas smiles and says,

“not from this.” to which éomer responds,

“care to have a few more then?” and legolas realises they haven’t really had a chance to get to know each other so he says sure. and about five beers later (ten for legolas, who now cannot stop chugging them) éomer, now very much buzzed himself, leans in a bit more than intended and asks,

“how are you feeling now?” and legolas smirks at him,

“trying to get me drunk, are we?” which makes éomer shift back a bit, trying to read him, and says sarcastically,

“i would never- [and then without meaning to say the rest out loud finishes his sentence]

-seduce a prince” to which legolas’ eyebrows raise and he presses,

“seduce?” and éomer panicks and tries to go back,

“not what i meant, i uhm, not thinking clearly.” but legolas, deciding to indulge, shifts slightly so their knees touch and leans in a bit.

“i think you’re thinking perfectly well.”

and so basically they kiss (no one cares everyone has like centimetres of personal space in there and are all drunk off their asses anyways) and it’s nice, but legolas realises in that moment a couple things:

1. he is maybe a little more drunk than he thought he was

2. it is making him (more) confident?

3. and slightly horny

4. he’s enjoying the attention and flirtation and éomer is very sweet and pretty…but he can’t help imagining éomer is someone else.

5. not just. anyone else.

“i’m sorry”, he gently places both hands on éomer’s shoulders and says,

“i have something i must do now.” and he leaves éomer confused but also he’s probably drunk enough to think think it was all just a weird dream.

suddenly legolas finds himself shoving through drunks and couples, away from the loud and crowded spaces and through hallways…he’s not sure where exactly he’s going, just that his heart is pounding and his feet will lead him to where he wants to be. who he wishes to see.

aragorn is on the balcony, looking out upon the ruined city. he doesn’t feel like celebrating. there’s still a battle to be fought, and although they won this one, it’s not looking very promising. he hears familiar footsteps approaching. light and quiet, but still, he can always sense when the elf is near him.

legolas slows when he sees him. he had so much courage when he was running through the corridors, but now that he was here…his heart is throbbing in his throat and his usual confidence no longer felt elevated. but he knew aragorn must be able to hear his heavy breath, so he swallowed and made his way to the man’s side.

“shouldn’t you be celebrating?” aragorn asks, without turning his head.

“shouldn’t you be with us?” legolas looks to him. taking in his greasy hair and his stubble and his jawline…

aragorn breaks his gaze from the city below, meeting legolas’ eyes. they looked a little glazed, and he could get lost in them if he allowed himself.

“been drinking with the dwarf?” he asks, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smile.

legolas had felt his buzz starting to fade on his run over - it had only lasted 15 minutes or so, and in another 15 it would probably be completely gone. but standing in front of aragorn now, he felt a sudden wave of lust and indulgence washing over him. maybe it was the alcohol…maybe something else. but he decided he wanted to push his luck.

“actually, he’s been passed out about half an hour or so. i beat him in a drinking game.” aragorn chuckled. (god, legolas wanted to kiss that grimy, scratchy, throat)

“is that so?” he could tell legolas was not entirely sober, and he wasn’t sure what direction this conversation was going to take - but he felt compelled to find out.

“mm. apparently it takes a lot of your kind of ale [legolas wasn’t sure what in middle earth had possessed him to reach out and brush his fingers along the front of aragorn’s robes] to take an effect on me.”

“and yet you seem affected, my friend.” aragorn could knew the small act was mindless…but there was also intention to it. he wished legolas would dare even further. for all that had happened, and was happening - he could use a distraction. but legolas wasn’t just a distraction. he was his weakness. and his strength. and the thought of his touch, his smile, his hooded eyes, his parted lips…it was taking everything in aragorn to keep his composure.

the thought of just telling him about his kiss with éomer, was tempting. but then there was a chance that might confuse aragorn. the kiss was nice, but it hadn’t really meant anything to legolas. maybe it wasn’t worth trying to explain all that now.

“i had a realisation.” he decided on that. it was true. and it was what brought him here, standing in front of aragorn now.

“a realisation?” aragorn could feel the world around them start to fade out. his focus only on the small amount of space between legolas and himself. he now had an idea where this might be going, he wanted to coax him on, but he also couldn’t be sure that his imagination wasn’t taking things out of context.

“yes.” legolas wasn’t sure if it was the fading buzz, or the being so close to aragorn, but it was almost like there was some sort of magic that had created a forcefield around the two of them, blocking out the rest of the world. if he was going to be brave enough kiss him, time was of the essence.

“and what is that?” aragorn wasn’t sure how much longer he could bear to be still with legolas looking at him like that. he wasn’t sure how had ever been able to restrain himself from leaning in to his touches and wrapping his arms around that waist and pulling him in so their hearts touched. how he had resisted tucking that glorious hair behind pointed ears and caressing that perfect jaw-

“i kissed éomer.” well, if he was going to confess his truth, he might as well confess all of it. besides, he wanted aragorn to know that

“it happened in the moment. and it was very nice - but it meant nothing, to me at least. but it did lead me to realise that it wasn’t him i had hoped to be kissing…that i…i was thinking of another.”

aragorn had not expected a confession of this sort, and it did surprise him for a moment, he felt a little sorry for éomer. and a little envious, of not being the first to feel legolas’ lips on his own. but he also knew that, to have legolas’ heart was that of hard earned pining, and of highest fortune. and their every moment together had lead to this one. and if he was being truthful, he could have lived in it forever. but fucks sake was it taking too long. he breathed in through his nose and gently placed one hand above legolas’ waist, slowly, carefully, closing the space between their bodies. the other tucking a strand of hair behind pointed ear.

“and might this ‘other’ have had you running through the halls in your courageous and intoxicated state, to confess this truth?” legolas’ breath hitched, he actually wasn’t sure when he had last taken a full breath- his head was cloudy, and he wasn’t sure if what was happening was real - or perhaps a fantasy that he would soon wake from. he had to be sure.

legolas’ soft, but cold hand found it’s way to cup the side of aragorn’s stubbled cheek. he felt some force of nature pulling them together, it was no use fighting. their lips were centimetres apart…

“he may have.” legolas’ eyes were hooded, and those few words to answer aragorn’s question moments ago (seconds? minutes?) were all he could manage to escape his lips before he found them meeting aragorn’s, finally. he breathed in sharp through his nose and let the air travel between them, before breaking away.

legolas’ hands were on the back of aragorn’s neck, contrasting the heat there. his own hands were now gently clutching the elf’s lower back. he was certain legolas’ smile then was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“i don’t think i have ever seen you smile with such ease” legolas teased, but truthfully it must’ve been the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“i don’t think it’s ever been so easy to smile.” and he meant it.

“what now?”

“what would you have me do with you?” oh. well, there was no one answer to that. and certainly not a very respectful, elvishly, one. he took aragorn’s hand, leading him away from the balcony and towards presumably whatever closest chamber or reasonably private place they could find.

“very unprincely things.”

#okay so like #um #idk whom of my following this is for #probably just me #but uh #here!#have some aralas #something possessed me to write this #it is very amateur be nice #anyways i finished my lotr marathon today #prepare to be sick of me again #aralas #legolas #aragorn #legolas x aragorn #lotr #éomer #aralas hcs

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smellygooberalert · 4 months

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merry dirkjohnmas... (its christmas eve)

heres a quick &shitty dirkjohn!!!! ^_^

#homestuck #christmas eve #christmas!!#homestuck art #dirkjohn #obligatory art tag #john egbert #dirk strider #YAWWWNNNNN!#okay so like #usually me and my family celebrate christmas on christmas eve #then we open gifts at like....#12am-issshhhhhh?...#maybe later #so like basically today 8s christmas for me brehhh🤷‍♀️#btw john is holding tamales because like i hc them as mexican (projecting)#merry christler 2 those who celebrate

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pockethexapod · 11 months

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David Attenborough: “Here we see the queen in her natural habitat, watching her subject emerge from its chrysalis...”

(GOD I LOVE THESE GIBDO REDESIGNS, 12/10)

#totk spoilers #totk #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #gibdo #queen gibdo #my art #cool bugs #okay so like #hear me out...

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lesbianwriter · 8 months

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helooo!

i love your blog!!

If you don’t mind!

can you please write a snippet about just some cute fluff? where the “scary and dark” villain wakes up and is just so cuddly around hero and is only soft around hero so hero just teases villain for that soft side of hers?

just some cute fluff🥹🙏

i would really really love that!! thank you so so much!!🫶🫶🥰

“Mmm…no, don’t go to work.” Villain murmured into Hero’s shoulder, her arm wrapping tighter around Hero’s torso.

“Duty calls, Villain.” Hero stroked Villain’s hair softly. A slow smirk began to twist on her lips. “Although, I love seeing you so…mushy. It’s adorable, really. And to think that a few hours ago you were almost demolishing the city.”

It was odd to her how someone could go from acting like a snarling wolf to a cuddly puppy. People feared Villain and her wrath, but nothing was fearsome about her now, with her face still half-asleep, hair askew, and face pressed into the soft crook of Hero’s neck and shoulder.

Villain wrapped her fingers around Hero’s side. “I don’t like that word. Mushy is a weird word.” She exhaled softly as she nuzzled closer, her breath warm on Hero’s neck.

“What would you prefer? Sappy? Cheesy? I’ll let you pick, princess.”

“I am very fearsome, I’ll have you know.” She opened her eyes and half-heartedly glared up at Hero before leaning back down again. “Stay. I won’t be bad today if you stay with me. No villainy, no destruction of the city…I think that’s a good offer.” Villain yawned.

Hero rubbed Villain’s back. “Aw, does Villain want me to stay and pamper her? I don’t know...has she been good enough to deserve it? Why should I, when she was so evil yesterday?”

She inched closer, wrapping a leg over Hero’s body to further secure her to the warm bed. “Please? For me?” Her fingers teasingly drew circles into Hero’s skin, the touch light as a feather, and oh was it tempting to sink beneath the waves of Villain’s influence.

But Hero knew not to give in so easily.

“Did the fearsome Villain just beg me?” Hero chuckled, her smirk widening. “Do it again for me, if you want me to stay.”

“Please?” Villain smiled as she leaned her head on Hero’s chest, looking up at her with doe eyes, and Hero swore that the clouds could’ve parted in that moment.

Angelic was the word for it.

That look seemed so wrong on Villain, considering how she was with anyone but Hero, but Hero was head over heels for it anyways.

She kissed Villain’s forehead gently, smoothing the stray hairs back. “Fine, you win this time.”

“I win every time.” Villain smirked to herself as she closed her eyes.

Okay, so it’s actually been forever since I’ve posted… 😖

Missed y’all :(

#my writing #hero x villain #fluff #heroes and villains #villain x hero #okay so like #it’s been a while #sorry yall #💔

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milkovichs · 1 year

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IAN GALLAGHER

you know, he thinks being bipolar means he’s doomed to be a piece of shit like our mother. maybe it’s true. maybe it’s not.

#shameless #shamelessedit #ian gallagher #*#okay so like #there was originally going to #be more to this but i got busy #and this has been sitting in my drafts for like six fucking months #so i'm just gonna post it as is

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imminent-danger-came · 1 month

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Sun Wukong: "So what, you're her puppet now? I mean makes sense, you did always have a side kick kinda vibe."

(3x01 On The Run)

Lady Bone Demon: "You think what ever happens to Wukong is concern to me? He is a vessel, nothing more."

(3x12 The Corrupted King)

#okay so like #Samadhi Fire Mei #Possessed Wukong #and Jade Emperor Azure are doing a 3 way stand off #Monkey MK is also about to be thrown in here #Idk #vessels....containers...#wukong replacing the mayor as LBD's ''sidekick''#lmk puppet motif #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk parallels #lmk SWK #also something something SWK being possessed and Azure becoming the Jade Emperor paralleling each other

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kostenkos · 4 months

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† ―― 𝑖𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝑜𝑟 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓-𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖙 ―― †

#okay so like #i'm REALLY HAPPY WITH THIS???#and that is REALLY RARE FOR ME LOL #but have at this <3 #𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨 . . . ❝ small，squeaky，& full of rage ❞#indie dbd rp #indie dead by daylight rp #indie horror rp

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mountainashfae · 4 months

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first finished art piece of the year! Got into an inspiration vacuum that got quickly filled by some of my original setting's OCs.

Godfrey Ainsworth, a leading researcher on the divine's effects on biology, in combat against the very thing he researches gone wrong. Surely Orraen hasn't actually decayed and released a plague upon the world, right?

#my art #oc stuff #godfrey ainsworth #cerdinen #okay so like #I did have a tag for this setting #but a joke tag #so I'm gonna start making a REAL tag for the setting #eventually I'll re-tag those old ones that are relevant

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firstfullmoon · 2 years

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You need to do something for yourself

is what she used to say to me

while I stood washing the dishes or folding

the children’s pile of warm clothes.

Now I believe that she was talking

to herself like a knight staring off over

the hay roofs of some unimportant village

into the doors of a dark and unknown

castle, saying I’m meant for more than this.

I don’t understand why bravery

so often comes with cruelty. I would be happy

staring at my kids all day. I would be happy

watching snow fall onto the green glass

of a greenhouse until the glass broke

and the tomatoes inside froze hard as baseballs.

My mother tells a story about bringing her

sons to the mall when we were eight

and says I saw how people looked at you

and your brother, you were such pretty

children I was worried something would

happen to you. I only remember her looking

at us, saying I could have looked at you all day.

The last time I talked to my father

was the night of my older brother’s

cremation. He was sitting on a couch staring

into an empty fireplace. I hadn’t seen him

for years but just then I wanted to sit next

to him like you would a child you found

lost in the mall, and say it’s ok, let’s

find your parents, they must be here somewhere.

I think I said, Allen, I’m sorry Darin is gone.

And he made a sound like a child might make

when reaching up for a mother’s hand

only to realize that it’s not their mother. He sighed

and said it’s so strange not having a son anymore.

And my father was right, his son was dead

and gone and that was the beginning and

the end of any story I might ever tell

about love. Yesterday, going to the store

to buy nighttime diapers for Owen, I found myself

so happy that everyone had to wear masks.

That I didn't have to look at anyone's face.

That I didn’t have to look at mine. I watched

as boxes of different kinds of cereal glided

by, watched cans of vegetables become

cans of fruit. The music playing in my head

was so beautiful it was like the sound

my children’s mother made when she used to

walk through our house in her socks.

— Matthew Dickman, “About Love,” in Husbandry

#okay so like #what the hell #w #poetry #matthew dickman

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