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mara-xx217 · 2 years

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First Meeting (SoW fic)

He literally tripped over the uruk that had the most impact on his former master's life. If that's not fate, then what is?

Gogat belongs to @space-arsonist and Hûra belongs to me :)

Warnings: Blood and Infected Injury, Trauma and PTSD, Emotional Turmoil, the Start of a Life-Long Relationship

The rain was unexpected, but it aided in Hûra’s hunt. His movements were deafened and his scent wouldn’t carry on the wind nearly as well as when it was completely dry. He was lucky in regards to how well trained Ibranniz was in the art of the hunt; staying far enough away to not interfere, but remaining close enough to hear his commands should the need arise. As cold as he was becoming, Hûra managed to swallow his shivers and remained focused on the caragor in a small break in the underbrush. They were small, but not completely starved. Perhaps he wouldn’t get much from them, but he needed the furs… And he could always sell the… meat to some uruk, so nothing would go to waste. And the bones- ?!

Going from a crouched position to flat on his face was more than a shock- actually, it was fucking terrifying- and Hûra couldn’t stop the startled yelp from escaping the back of his throat. The sudden noise caused the caragor to flee, but the shaman was far more preoccupied in what-or-whoever the fuck was pinning him down-! Hûra wasn’t expecting to be able to shake off his attacker- h-he was being attacked, wasn’t he?- with such ease. The brush was thick and tall enough to conceal them still as he clambered for the clearing. Whoever it was, they were a hell of a lot taller than he was, but… to be shaken off like that… Then he smelled it: blood, and a lot of it…

Old blood and an infection setting in, to be exact. The downpour diluted the scent, but the fact that it was present at all must mean that this uruk is likely to drop dead at any moment. If he hasn’t already. Hûra had already risen to his full height. I-Is he dead…? He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or distured by this thought. No, I need to at least check… Hûra was certainly more interested in his own survival than he was a complete stranger’s, but… could he really live with himself leaving an uruk to die like this? In the cold and the rain, all alone…? If he is about to pass, then he doesn’t deserve to be alone… It wouldn’t be the first time he’s aided in an uruk’s passing, likely wouldn’t be the last, either. If he has a chance, then I’ll take him to- “A-Ahh…?”

Hûra’s heart drops to his feet and he nearly loses his grip onto his bow as the unknown uruk clumsily rises to a seated position. It was like looking into a mirror of the past. As many years as it had been, Hûra would never forget the face of the one he had wronged the most in the entirety of his life: Zog the Eternal… But- Wait, no… No this isn’t Zog- of course this isn’t Zog! This uruk- this pup, Hûra reminds himself- is too young, too tall… too… light of a soul to be that necromancer. He was facing the shaman, but not looking at him. His mind was elsewhere, likely due to the raging fever he undoubtedly had from the infected wounds that covered the majority of the right side of his face. Scratches…? A caragor? Another uruk? They were deep, but oddly so, and angled as well. Then he noticed something.

This was an acolyte of Zog’s; the robes were a dead giveaway, as was the… stagnant air about him. Stagnant, but not rotted or fetid like any necromancer Hûra has had the displeasure to meet in his lifetime. He had heard that the necromancer had died for the final time, but it seems that those bastards are truly a pain in the ass to kill properly. Zog’s acolytes no doubt brought him back, so then why was this lad in the middle of nowhere? And with such a nasty wound to boot… Slowly Hûra placed his bow on his back. The pup didn’t react to any of his movements until he raised his hands in a take it easy gesture and took his first step forwards.

It happened in the span of a few heartbeats, but Hûra could clearly see the shift in the pup’s expression as it went from blank to twisted in blinding fear. The movement in his facial muscles causes a torrent of sour smelling blood to cascade down his face in a visible river in spite of the rain still pouring down. The sudden wave of terror that radiated off the acolyte was enough to catch Hûra completely off guard, so much so that he barely reacted when the other uruk jumped to his feet and tackled him to the ground. It wasn’t a scream, more like a wail, though it was guttural as though it came from the very depths of his soul. This was more than terror, more than survival, even. He wasn’t seeing Hûra but something, or someone else. For as weak as he was, Hûra could barely prevent the pup from clawing wildly at his face as he screamed and cried incoherently about… someone. He couldn’t understand a word he was saying, the pup was babbling so much. Though it wasn’t like Hûra was listening over the thrumming of his own heart in his ears as he flipped the taller uruk onto his back. With his wrists pinned above his head, he was left completely helpless.

Hûra hated this. He didn’t know if this pup saw him, or if he saw Zog, or perhaps someone else, even, regardless of who or what, he fully understood the emotions and the flighful fear that he was exhibiting. This uruk lost something precious to him, and it made him believe that he had lost the will to live. Yet he persisted. Not only persisted, but when presented with a perceived threat, fought for his life in spite of his injuries. He didn’t want to die, but he wasn’t sure how to pick up the pieces and continue to live, either. Hûra could easily kill this pup; whether by breaking his neck or ripping out his windpipe with his bare hands… No. He will do no such a thing.

He looks too much like Zog.

He’s terrified of dying.

I was like him once.

I can’t let myself make the same mistake twice.

It was too easy to handle him into a different position. Hûra managed to pull him into a sitting position and slipped behind him, wrapping his arms around him so that the acolyte couldn’t harm himself or the shaman. Perhaps he couldn’t hear Hûra, but still he shushed him and quietly promised that he was safe and that no harm would befall him while in the shaman’s care. Soon enough the pup hung his head and cried, too exhausted to fight but still aware enough to feel fear. It was a mercy when he finally fell unconscious. Hûra was physically and emotionally exhausted, but his work was only just beginning. He called Ibranniz, who casually rose and stretched before sauntering over to her master.

“You heard that scuffle, and you didn’t even bother to check to see if I needed help? You truly are a tentative beast.” Hûra was only half sarcastic. She didn’t come running to his aid, which was extraordinary out of character for the beast. There has to be a reasoning behind it… Ibranniz was a… special beast. Being a dire caragor, she is proud and fiercely independent. She doesn’t choose her masters lightly, and she doesn’t do anything, or nothing at all, even, without some reasoning behind it. There are no such things as coincidences in life. It wasn’t mere chance that not only an acolyte of Zog would, quite literally, stumble upon Hûra of all uruks, but for Ibranniz to ignore a potential threat to his life. Nor for him to feel such a responsibility towards a pup he’s never met before…

She was a good girl, though. Ibranniz laid so Hûra could awkwardly lay the lanky uruk against her back as he slid in behind him. It wasn’t ideal, but he was too tall and too heavy to sit upright in front of Hûra. The bleeding had stalled, thankfully, so he shouldn’t bleed to death before Hûra has the chance to tend to his wounds. But this infection… Gods he has so much work ahead of him. Especially if this acolyte continues to put up a fight… Damn, he wishes Takra was here with him. Perhaps if they come to an understanding, he can reunite with his khazdûrz and get this uruk proper medical treatment. Willing that he doesn’t try to take my face off again… Hûra held a firm hand on the acolyte’s back as Ibranniz kept her pace steady but quick. Maybe he wouldn’t allow Hûra to help him… But Hûra has to try. He can at least patch the pup up well enough and give him a better fighting chance at survival.

He’ll do as much as this uruk will allow, but it’s not like the shaman isn’t selfish in his need to help this pup. It’s true that he sees a young Zog in this uruk, though there’s nothing else in the way of similarities about him. The way he feels… Yes, Hûra needs to take steps in atoning for his past misdeeds. Maybe this will end up killing him, but it’s simply something he must do. Though Ibranniz’s lack of worry… No, Hûra doesn’t doubt his feelings. There’s something here, even if he can’t quite see its form yet. He feels it, and maybe she does too. He’s confident this is the right decision, no matter what the outcome may be.

@space-arsonist, @elvenmoans, @sinick, @boozy-dwarf

#middle earth shadow of mordor #middle earth shadow of war #shadow of war #uruk oc #my oc #spacearsonist's oc #little bit of hurt #but it ends happily

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nocticola · 2 years

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Hey, can I ask for some Nick and Charlie spoilers. I can't get into a book if its sad. What happens at the end and where does Nick go to uni?

Sure!

So, it's Nick's last day of 6th form and he's really excited about going to University of Leeds. He talks about it all the time.

Unfortunately, Charlie's abandoment issues are triggered by this. He's not as confident as Nick that they can do long distance and they don't really talk about it beyond planning to see each other every 2 weeks.

There's a lack of communication and miscommunication and things don't look pretty for a while. Especially after a certain development within the friend group.

But finally they actually talk and figure things out and they are happily together.

So it's very much an angst with happy ending type thing.

#nick and charlie novella #alice oseman #osemanverse #if you can't handle sadness i maybe wouldn't read it rn #some of the communication issues are frustrating #but it ends happily #they pull through #anon asks #nocticola art

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lesbianshadowheart · 2 months

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dont get me wrong cuz I DO appreciate Larian continuing to work on the game and trying to fix issues etc but like. mr Larian PLEASE stop responding to fan feedback. Theres like 2 million people playing this game ofc some of them will say character x should be nicer or cuter or do a little dance but that doesnt mean u gotta do it. you dont gotta call neil newbon or whoever up like come to the studio we need to rerecord everything bc a person on reddit said theyd like it better. You’ve worked on these characters for over 4 years and you are allowed to stand by your creation. None of what I said applies to Wyll’s underdevelopment btw but you all know that

#that post abt halsins #traumatic experience really portrayed this well for me #i wanted to say its fine to add things just dont replace them but #if im being honest even the epilogue felt too fanservicey for me #oh they all had a good ending and lived happily ever after #and had babies w each other and named them gortash cazador potter or whatever #like leave ittt just leaveee ittttt #bg3

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laceratedlamiaceae · 7 months

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"It wasn't actually you who stabbed the painting, was it?" Stede asks suddenly in the middle of their training.

"No," Izzy answers after a moment of careful consideration.

"Then why'd you tell me you did?"

"I thought Edward was dead. And I want"--Izzy heaves a shaky sigh--"I wanted someone to remember him fondly."

"You mean me?" Stede asks, pointing at himself dumbfounded.

"Fuck if anyone else is going to, after all the shit he did."

Stede takes a moment to consider this. Even after everything his crew has told him about Ed, he finds it hard to believe that it isn't all just one big misunderstanding. But if Izzy, Blackbeard's most loyal servant, was saying it as well…

"Not even you?"

Izzy shakes his head, holding back the tears threatening to well up. "Not anymore."

#and then they kiss and live together happily ever after without ed the end #idk my internet went out for like half an hour and then this happened #our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #izzy hands #stizzy #kind of #ficlet #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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A 10 year old Phantom ends up in Gotham after running away from Amity and refusing to return. Not because of trauma or anything, he was just sick of being treated like trash by the people he saved all the time.

Danny loved to explore and this new world had so much new stuff to feed his curiosity. It was when he was helping a racoon down from a lamp post that he met Robin, who asked him why a meta was in the city.

Phantom let the racoon scamper off as he explained that he was new to the dimension and didn't really know much. He had left his previous home behind and implied he was mistreated before he apologized for not knowing the rules. They became fast friends after that.

Danny learns about the world around him through Robin and learns of Batman. A misunderstanding is made where Danny assumes Batman chose to dress up as that specific animal because he loved it instead of seeing it as a symbol of fear. So now he keeps presentimg Batman with injured bats for him to nurse back to health and he just has to swallow his fear as he accepts the little fluffs.

In other news Nightwing is (jokingly) helping the 10/11 year old stabby Robin plan a wedding. This is normal kid behavior, right?

Talia learns about her sons first crush and that its some sort of pit creature and its not too long before the entire freaking League of Assasins/ League of Shadows is trying to get them to bond. They're not specifically trying to play matchmaker, more along the lines of them trying to ensure friendship. Talia would sooner behead half the league herself than let her son date at such a young age. (Mama bear Talia ftw!)

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Talia and Bruce: You're not allowed to date until you're 16

Damian: What?!

Bruce: We can make it 20

Damian: >>:0

Danny: *oblivious*

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #bruce just has to stand there and take the bat #which he has a phobia of #danny who is unaware of this just keeps happily presenting them and damian ends up naming them all #the amount of times ive seen a child plan a wedding over a crush is very high #like full scrappbooking

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fencecollapsed · 1 month

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listen I get what people mean when they say things like "there are no happy endings in Hatchetfield" cuz yes the series does tend towards the bleak a majority of the time

but also does Watcher World mean NOTHING to you people???

#bill and alice literally escape blinky and drive away from the theme park with a more understanding relationship #i will not allow them to be ignored #its not even the only one id say ends happily but its the most straightforwardly happy ending so its the one im going with #cj says stuff #hatchetfield

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