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troglobite · 1 year

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okay i’m gonna ramble abt my pokemon and their names below the cut, now. pokemon scarlet is really fun so far!

okay so my starter was fuecoco, who is now a skeledirge, of course. his name is chamaco bc he is best boy. lol

i also have a mudsdale again! you all may remember (lol no you won’t) that my Number One Best Boy in pokemon shield was a mudsdale named jack! he was so named bc i--well, i typically do joke names for my pokemon. lol whatever comes to mind first as a reference, and then i spin off of that. so “jackass” for donkey (bc mudbrays look like lil donkeys) and therefore jack bc that’s a Name. lol

SO my mudsdale THIS time is a sweet gal whomst i’ve named jackie jr. she is PERFECT and i LOVE HER and she’s SO STRONG. she maxed out the friendship stat w me SO FUCKING FAST. we are at FIVE HEARTS and SOARING! she dodges attacks, withstands critical hits, LANDS critical hits, shakes off status effects--all bc she Loves Me and i LOVE HER. even chamaco, who is ALSO grossly overleveled for where i am, hasn’t maxed out his friendship w me! incredible. mudsdales are just my best friends, i guess. lol

i also just defeated the montenevera ghost gym which was REALLY FUCKING FUN!!!! i LOVE doubles battles now. lol

my team for that (only 4 of em got used, including jackie jr) was a tinkaton named molly, a dedenne named denow, a pawniard named godiva (who did not get used bc she is, unfortunately, not v fast & ryme’s pokemon were SO FAST), a sneasel named hash, and a dachsbun named sopapilla (also wasn’t used--ended up just not being required).

molly the tinkaton is so named bc i think the tinkatinks look like baby dolls, so i named her after the american girl doll molly. lol

dedenne is named denow bc denne (the way i say it, at least) just sounds like “then” so.....”now” lol

the pawniard godiva basically went knight/soldier --> horses --> “girl” pokemon --> lady godiva

sneasel named hash was shortened from the hash slinging slasher from spongebob lol

the dachsbun--every fidough and dashsbun i have is named after a different sweet pastry. i had already used a few others by the time i caught this one, so sopapilla she became. lol

other fun pokemon names i have

crabrawler named mr. krabs. obvious

a pawmi/pawmo named knope. pawmi sounded like pawnee as in pawnee indiana as in parks and rec. it’s yellow/blond, so knope after leslie knope. lol (however unlike leslie knope, this poor thing cannot accomplish anything; kept getting oneshotted in EVERY SINGLE BATTLE even with type AND level advantages, and always went last, so i removed them from the team)

a yellow/electric oricorio named graham. i haven’t used her on my team for a bit, but she was VERY fun bc she loved obliterating other pokemon and then doing her little cheerleader cheer. adorable. she’s named graham bc that was clea duvall’s character’s name in but i’m a cheerleader. lol

there’s also a bergmite named titanic. obvious.

a falinks named stratagem.

i have a primeape named don john. this one is a bit of a story. the fucking thing wouldn’t stay in the FUCKING POKEBALL when i was trying to catch it. i just kept shouting BASTARD. FUCKER. and then when i caught it i was like i have to name this fucking bastard. so i went “who’s a famous shakespearean bastard” so don john it was bc that’s the bastard villain in much ado about nothing.

a bombirdier is named bomberjacket. obviously.

a bronzor named robro. for no real reason. robot-adjacent. bro as in pal.

a flittle named didi bc it looks like dexter’s sister from dexter’s laboratory.

a torkoal named orly in honor of the tortle orly from critical role campaign two. lol

a foongus named mogus. OBVIOUSLY.

a grafaiai named jeff, in honor of jeff corwin, who loves funky little creechurs. it was either that or steve, but i already had one of those koala pokemon named irwin.

a zorua named hot topic. again, obvious.

a wiglett named wormy. obvious and also a spongebob reference

a red/fire oricorio named cecilia. i just looked up lists of famous flamenco dancers and chose a name. she is graham’s gf. lol

i also caught two finizen. one “boy” and one “girl”, whom i named frank and lisa, respectively. hoping i don’t need to explain that one. lol

oh god i caught an espathra and named it limu. utter nonsense, but EXTREMELY funny.

i have a rolycoly named calcifer jr bc on my final team in pokemon shield i had a coalossal named calcifer.

i didn’t bother doing this for all of the meowths and other kitty pokemon, but i do at least have one meowth named rumpleteazer.

i have two girafarig--jeffrey and jessica. bc. toys r us.

a naclstack named saltlick. boring and obvious.

all of the shinx that i caught were named something with an x at the end, like beatrix.

similar to godiva, i have another pawniard named gallahad.

my silicobra is called sidewinder.

my mimikyu is called sadboi.

OH i can’t believe i forgot abt him! i have a charcadet named ZUKO! bc of course i had to.

oh i was proud of the silly names for my tadbulbs/bellibolts: philhamenta and floralescent. lolololol (filament and philhemina, floral and flourescent)

clodsire got the simple and beautiful name: clodia

a stunky named flower. bc Duh.

a cyclizar named garyl bc Also Duh.

a shroomish named alexis in honor of the black forager whomst i follow on instagram. lol

i named a murkrow hatred bc IT WOULD NOT STAY IN THE FUCKING BALL. IT TOOK LIKE 7 DIFFERENT MURKROW AND LIKE 25 BALLS JUST TO CATCH ONE. i was infuriated by the end of it.

oh i named the squawkabillies that i caught after the mother of rock n roll, so there’s rosetta and tharpe. and then also bruce just bc. lol

my sandygast was named calvin bc it reminds me of the snowmen that calvin from calvin and hobbes used to make. lol

i named a skiddo shoom bc: goat. yuzu is the Goat. yuzu is too obvious and doesn’t have anything to do w a grass type pokemon. we call baby yuzu shoom bc he had a mushroom haircut for a long time. this skiddo is the “baby” form of its eventual evolution. and therefore: shoom.

i have a fletchling named gayle and a fletchinder named chris. in honor of chris fleming, bc fletchling reminded me of the name fleming. and gayle bc GAYLE!

azumarill named tink bc i’m not creative.

oh my god i can’t believe i forgot. i have a klawf named tumblr. i don’t need to explain that one. lol

oh i have a shroodle named porfo. why? bc it looks UTTERLY FUCKING BIZARRE and vaguely resembled porfo, a character who is The Mascot of drawfee.

i have a flabebe named moira. thoughts: flower = rose. the rose family from schitt’s creek. ~flabebe~ is how moira pronounces baby in the show. hence. moira.

a bonsly named james bond. hopefully also obvious.

the first smoliv i caught was named kalamata. bc that is the Best Kind of olive. lol

i named my rookidee (who is now a corvisquire) beth, after beth from queen’s gambit. bc. y’know, rook.

i also have a floatzel named yeet. lol

OH and most importantly i have a tandemaus named dubstep. bc deadmau5.

OKAY THAT’S IT. just wanted to have some fun w the names n stuff. lol

so far my Absolute Precious Babies are:

jackie jr the mudsdale, chamaco the skeledirge, graham the electric oricorio, molly the tinkaton, tink the azumarill (who obliterated TWO team star fortresses almost entirely on her own), and denow the dedenne.

there are some other cuties, but these lil guys are the Bestest lil guys. lol

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microsuedemouse · 2 years

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under a cut solely bc I'm rambling abt anxiety and it got a lil longwinded. read or scroll on; it's up to you! I'm kinda just thinking out loud here, so to speak.

I've been very aware of how the last two and a half years have impacted my social anxiety. being around people in any kind of numbers is a lot harder for me than it's been in years, for hopefully-obvious reasons, and even safe kinds of socialising take a lot of energy out me me now that they didn't before COVID. in a lot of ways the steps I'd taken to expand my comfort zone have been pushed a long way back - not anyone's fault, but still true.

something I hadn't thought much about before today, at least in as many words, is that my separation anxiety has been affected a lot too.

to be fair, this probably started before the pandemic. because in the two or three years preceding COVID a lot of things happened that resulted in my entire family being at home a lot - my siblings' health keeping them from going to school, my parents both facing unemployment for various reasons, and even before my dad got laid off he was on an extended medical leave after a heart attack. I've only ever been employed part-time since graduating university. we all spent a LOT of time at home together even before lockdowns forced it.

but. well. my parents have gone to spend the night at my aunt and uncle's trailer by the lake, which they like to do sometimes. my youngest sibling was just picked up to spend the weekend at their best friend's place. middle sibling is currently asleep bc he prefers a polyphasic sleep schedule. and I find myself reminded that I have completely forgotten how to be home alone.

there was a day not long after we last moved - so I'm guessing late february, or sometime in march? - where I was home alone for like, five hours, I think. we were low on groceries, bc, again, it was pretty soon after the move and everything was still chaos. so I was hungry and that probably didn't help anything. but I nearly had an all-out anxious meltdown bc I just didn't know wtf to do with myself with no one in the house but me and the cats. I do distinctly remember begging my mom to bring dinner home with her, and being pretty much in tears from combined anxiety and hunger by the time she and one of my siblings got in the door.

I've had the separation anxiety, to varying degrees, since I was four years old. it's had a lot of ups and downs over the years. but being home alone for a few daytime hours (always with pets, admittedly, but still) was never that big a deal. in the last couple years it's gotten so rare that it's become a Fairly Big Deal. even if I spend a lot of time on normal days just doing my own thing, separate from the rest of my family, I always know they're Around, and I can go talk to them or hang out with them whenever I want.

rn I've got about two hours before Corwin wakes up again, and I'm feeling. very weird and not great about it, tbh. I'm gonna put on some cartoons and try not to dwell on it, but I do feel like the chances of me having a weird aimless little stress cry before he gets up are... definitely not zero.

these last few years have been so weird to all our heads.

#personal #brain shit #separation anxiety

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jasjordan · 2 years

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Devon Bostick was written by a woman.

#corwin rambles

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corwining · 3 years

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Is a slight pride and prejudice obsession normal?

#corwin rambles #pride and predujice

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fbwzoo · 3 years

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I see so much from animal social media about Steve Irwin, but never anything about Jeff Corwin and it makes me sad. Especially since he's still doing conservation media and shows - Ocean Treks With Jeff Corwin is his current one. I might try to check it out since I did so well phobia-wise watching the marine reptiles episode of the dinosaur show.

#fbw rambles #Jeff Corwin #like i remember a whole thread about the issues with what's his face dude from YouTube and the invasive handling #like Steve and Jeff both used to do #and people pointing out that if Steve were still alive he probably would've changed his education methods #and like #gestures at Jeff #who is doing exactly that #did no one else watch Jeff Corwin Experience or something #ngl i actually preferred his show #Steve was overwhelming to little me and i had a hard time understanding his accent #i also liked Jeff including bits of local culture and such on his show #idr if crocodile hunter did that?#maybe so i just didn't watch a ton of it

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arthurroseart · 3 years

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WIP sketches but cries about them,,

#oc rambles #corwin and acatl my beloveds #magic husbands <3

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kolsmikaelson · 3 years

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ayo everyone go follow @samsteel AND @moritzseider rn❗️❗️

#c’s moots :)#caitee is rambling in this chilis tonight #love of my life tag #corwin<3

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arsonandhockey · 3 months

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shout out the pro womens hockey for providing gender nonconforming lesbian goalie with mullet representation that I specifically need

#Corwin rambles #pwhl #this is about cj

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goalies · 4 years

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Soon...painting will go brrrrrrr....

#post #cherry talks #aftwr years of actually having the worst color room i get to repaint it #taking this off queue and just posting it now bc ive resigned my oh sees to get fucling shadowbanned on this hellsite #shut up alex #😔😔😔😔 corwin and rockie will forever be trapped on discord with no one else getting to hear me ramble abt them..

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bigskydreaming · 3 years

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This isn't a meme thing or anything but I was wondering if you had a top ten favorite characters from books? I actually end up getting a lot of good book recs from reading your blog so I was just curious lol.

LOL I wasn't going to do this ask because I was like ugh I suck at top ten lists because I can never pick just ten. But then I thought about it for like, five whole seconds and realized I DO have ten standout characters in answer to this so its like oh hey, learned something new about myself today! Lmao.

Anyway, in no particular order:

1) Anyanwu - from Wild Seed by Octavia Butler - Can not stress how like fucking...formative Anyanwu's character was for me as an abused kid who first read this when I was like 12. The book heavily deals with the back and forth across centuries between these two immortals, Anyanwu and Doro, as Doro basically tries to control her every which way he can, and Anyanwu just defies him at every turn, and it just....you love to see it. She's a bad-ass and I adore her.

2) Prince Corwin and Merle Corey/Merlin - from Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny - Yes I'm cheating but its me so you should have seen that coming. Another fave series from when I was in middle school, its ten books in total, and the first five are in Corwin's POV and the second five are in the POV of his son Merle/Merlin. So I maintain it counts. And is fine. Shhh, let it go, Elsa said so. ANYWAY, I actually probably like Merle better than his dad, because I mean, lbr, Corwin is a total asshole. But he's MY asshole, y'know? Wait, that came out wrong. Don't quote me there. But you know what I mean. Merle is a lot more level-headed, and quick-witted I think, and I like his supporting cast of relatives who want to kill him and he sometimes want to kill more than his dad's supporting cast of relatives who want to kill him and he always wants to kill, but like. Both are Valid. Also shout out to Fiona and Rinaldo, with a side shout out to Flora, who are probably my next three favorites from the series. Dara would be up there too but she knows what she did.

3) Elric/Corum/Dorian/etc - from the Eternal Champion books by Michael Moorcock - Look I'm already cheating so why not continue on a theme. But basically this counts too, I'm just saying. See Michael Moorcock's big project going all the way back to the 60s was he created a fantasy multiverse of different dimensions where this one Eternal Champion, meant to balance the scales between the Lords of Law and the Lords of Chaos, like, is reborn over and over again in different incarnations but who are all essentially him. So Elric of Melnibone, Dorian Hawkmoon, Corum I can never remember his last name.....they're all essentially the same guy.....but they're all at the same time very very very different, and they have extremely different storylines. But I maintain if you're gonna read one you kinda gotta just read them all, all Pokemon like and such forth, because the real beauty of these books is seeing the familiar traces of the Eternal Champion threaded through each of these incarnations but also contrasting how different they are from each other and like, looking at what makes them so different each time and how much it stems from their environment and situations, etc.

4) Civet - from the Dragons of the Inland Sea series by Laurence Yep - This is a kids' series, like for ages 10-12 kinda, but easily my favorite from when I was a kid. I reread them so many times, and I love pretty much all the characters from Shimmer to Thorn to Monkey, but Civet was always a standout. She's essentially a tragic character and her ending is bittersweet, but like.....she fully knows who she is and what she's about and makes no apologies for that, and she ends on exactly the note she wants to. Like, her story and her characterization was pretty damn dark for such a young-aimed series, but that's part of what drew me to it, it managed to capture the tone it set out to convey but in a completely age-appropriate way, and in an era when most books aimed at kids dumbed down most of their story concepts and themes, this one was refreshing for just being....real. Despite being blatantly fantasy. Also the Boneless King is one of the best villains ever, despite being deliberately over the top a lot of the times....idk what it was about him, but he was just chilling.

5) Jack the Bodiless and Diamond Mask - from the Galactic Milieu series by Julian May - These are linked as well because they're a couple and their stories intertwine so much that there's no real point in separating them y'know? That's my story and I'm sticking to it. But anyway, they're a weird choice for me because Julian May is hit or miss for me overall....I HATE her Saga of the Pliocene Epic, which is technically in the same universe as her Galactic Milieu series, but they have totally different vibes and the latter series doesn't contain any of the elements from the Saga of the Pliocene that I loathe, so it just works. Plus it has Jack and Diamond Mask, and like.....I don't actually know why I love them so much? They're just so different from pretty much any other characters I've ever read. Like, May does a lot of really high concept stuff across the board, but Jack and Diamond Mask are like.....high concept character wise? If that makes sense? Its okay if it doesn't. I'm literally just spitting words out here. Honestly, its hard to say anything specific about them because so much of their characters conceptually just doesn't make sense without knowing the in-universe concepts that led to them even existing, but like. They're weird and off the wall but still astoundingly human for all that and I love them.

6) Naomi Nagata - from the Expanse books by James S. A. Corey - I mean, if you've seen me ramble all the Naomi love in my live-watches of The Expanse TV show, this should be no surprise, but my love for her in the books like, exists manifold. She's great in both, but the books cover so much more content-wise, that her character has so much more room to breathe and be explored in all kinds of directions the TV show never touches on. The funny thing is, I actually prefer the TV characterizations overall....I think the authors of the books are actually pretty shit at characterization a lot of the time, but the basic thread of Naomi's character is consistent and the sheer abundance of story material she has in the books like.....keeps me going back to them even just for her. Her conflict with Marco in the books in particular just has so much more depth than in the show....like, I don't hate the show's version at all, anyone who's seen my posts there knows that lol, and I'm not actually even sure which version I actually like more in terms of that particular storyline.....but I just love that both versions are so different, while still being recognizably the same, y'know? I don't even know. Nobody knows. Its a mystery. Just nod and say yes, shh, its fine.

7) Locke Lamora - from The Lies of Locke Lamora/The Gentleman Bastards series by Scott Lynch. This is an odd one for me, because in one sense Locke is a very contrived archetypal character from an author that doesn't always pull it off as successfully as I feel he thinks he does.....like, what I mean is Locke is inherently that type of character that is SUPPOSED to push buttons and straddle a line between likable and unlikable....and to be fair, that is VERY hard to pull off without at least some of the time falling on the wrong side of that line and alienating at least some readers. But there's something very genuine or sincere feeling about the character underneath all that, which is ironic for a character who is an acknowledged pathological liar and hardly ever tells the truth....like I said, its an odd one for me because I can't actually put my finger on what makes this particular character work for me when so many similar characters just bug the crap out of me.

8) Damien - from Black Sun Rising/The Coldfire trilogy by C. S. Friedman - This one is a whole fucking lie because I don't actually even like Damien that much lmao, but the thing is, I don't have a particular fondness for any of the characters in this series? But I gotta put it on the list anyway because I just love the world in this series so much, and its practically a character in and of itself. Like, so this was a science fantasy series set on a distant planet in the future but otherwise steeped in fantasy archetypes about spirit creatures that only Adepts could see, and like, Fae and life energy and sorcery that had roots in scientific principles but was otherworldly all the same. And that's like.....all literally my jam, and so I can't deny that this series was very formative for me even if its not the best example of those concepts. Its just the one I tend to go back to the most in my mind, like....the world and its characters are very standout and larger than life for me, even if they don't specifically APPEAL to me? They're impactful all the same. Its another odd one. I'm odd. You just kinda gotta roll with it. Its a thing. Its factual.

9) Yeine Darr - from The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N. K. Jemisin - This was a tough one because I love literally everything by Jemisin and all her characters are just so....ooof. They're very very real, even in the most fantastical of settings. I have mad characterization envy every time I read her stuff, but like. Its so good. So really the struggle was picking one character or even two, because I mean, The Fifth Season and its sequels are easily her best known works and have a ton of fantastic characters, and I think her Dreamblood duology is vastly overlooked but in the end I had to go with The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms even if just cuz of nostalgia. Its the first of her works and when I first started reading her and so its just.....anyway, if I was gonna go with that, it had to be Yeine, because she's so central to everything and also just....fantastic. Nahadoth and Sieh are also standout characters who get mentioned a lot in talk of this trilogy, and they're both such big personalities that at times they kinda overshadow Yeine, but Yeine has such a compelling.....undercurrent to her that she never actually gets lost in the shuffle even when surrounded by all these larger than life gods, and just. You love to see it. I do anyway. And its my list so nyah. But also if you're gonna read Jemisin, read everything Jemisin. It just makes sense, y'know? Good for the pores.

10) Cayal and Arkady - from The Immortal Prince/The Tide Lords by Jennifer Fallon - All the other Tide Lords can rot, but Cayal is hilarious in a depressing way. He's a ten thousand year old immortal whose greatest wish is just to die, which is how he meets Arkady who is a historian who just wants to like....know everything he knows once she realizes he actually is the figure of legend he professes to be and is so mad at him for not really giving a shit about all the weight of history he's been present for, but Cayal's just like, umm, I LIVED it so that's why I don't care, I'm allowed to not care, that shit hurt. Did you miss the part where one of the other Tide Lords threw a fucking meteor at me? And Arkady, distinctly unimpressed, is just like....I thought YOU did that, to Jasper. And Cayal's like, no that doesn't sound right. And Arkady's just like, you literally JUST told me that story. And Cayal's like, huh. I must have been lying. I do that sometimes. And Arkady's like, I thought you never lie, that's your whole thing? And Cayal's like, ahah, but what if THAT was a lie too? And Arkady's just like, bitch I hate you so goddamn much, how are you the worst of all the Immortals while still the only one who will actually talk to me and answer my questions. Cayal's like, we may never know.

Anyway, there's my list but like there's a lot more obviously because I'm me, I don't do moderation, its against my religion, but also I have to stop some time and the ask was for ten and those were the ten that popped into my head so they must be the right ones! Probably. Until I change my mind at least.

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bitter-sweet-farmgirl · 3 years

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Once I Was Blind, Now I See

Originally requested on my Wattpad (BitterSweetFarmgirl)

Boromir watches his lifelong friend and secret crush struggle through a rough breakup with the man whom OC had assumed would be the one she would marry. Eventually, OC falls for Boromir.

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OC(s) Used: Dayle

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When I strolled down to the river like I normally did every day when the sun rose high in the sky, I never expected to find a young woman weeping beside the banks. Particularly since the young woman was my friend.

Seeing the beautiful, red-haired woman dressed in emerald kneeling beside the lapping water, I quickened my pace, hurrying to crouch beside her on the soft riverbank so I could peer at her face.

"Dayle? What's wrong?" I asked softly, grey eyes scanning her tear-stained cheeks and reddened cognac eyes.

She took a deep shuddering breath, turning her gaze from the meandering blue river to look at me, bottom lip trembling perilously.

"Corwin broke our betrothal... He said that there was someone else he loved instead of me." She choked out, and I felt a great dragon of anger rise within me. How dare that man do this to Dayle.

I swallowed hard, biting my bottom lip in an attempt to keep control of my temper. Before I could go and beat up that low-down, skulking orc, I had to console Dayle. The woman that I had loved from afar for years as she fell in love with Corwin. But before I could begin speaking, Dayle began to ramble, her eyes glazing over as she stared out over the horizon.

"I mean, I didn't really love him anymore either, but we've been together for so long, anything else just feels weird. I basically planned my life around him, Boromir. I can't see a future without him in it." She murmured, letting out a long sigh.

I stretched out a hesitant arm, gently resting a hand against her back and rubbing up and down comfortingly. I knew how she felt; not that I could ever say it aloud to her. What she had described was similar to how I felt about her. We had been friends for almost as long as I could remember, and I had loved her for just as long. Unconsciously, I had planned my life around her.

Even when she and Corwin had begun courting, I still dreamed of Dayle in a house I had built with my own two hands, a baby--my baby--balanced on her hip as she smiled at me.

"Boromir?" Dayle's soft voice woke me from my thoughts, and I glanced over at her. "Whatever you're planning on doing to Corwin, please don't. He's a good man." She whispered quietly, and I smiled halfheartedly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Daya." I grinned, settling myself more comfortably beside her.

"Of course you don't, Boromir." She said, scooting closer to my side and laying her head on my shoulder like it was a natural thing for her to do. But it wasn't, and the very action had my heart pounding out of control.

Taking a deep breath, I laid my head on top of hers, marveling in the tantalizing smell of her. It was like wildflowers and a warm summer day all mixed into one. In that moment, it took all my self control not to press a lingering kiss to her soft auburn hair.

But I wanted to, badly. I would just have to be patient; there was still time.

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A few weeks later...

I reined in my horse, dismounting quickly and leading the lathered bay gelding over to a stable boy. "Give him a good rubdown, he's had a hard ride." I said and the lad nodded, reaching up to gently stroke the velvety nose of my panting horse.

Smiling at the sight, I turned and walked towards the palace.

As I walked along the familiar path, my thoughts began to wander. The first image that appeared in my mind was one of Dayle. It had been a few weeks since she and Corwin had gone their separate ways, but she struggled to adjust to her new normal. As her friend, I should have felt pity for her, or perhaps anger, but all I felt was an overwhelming joy.

I might finally have an opportunity to win this gorgeous, auburn-haired woman's heart. Of course, I did feel anger, just only towards Corwin. But yet, I felt as though Corwin had done me a great favour in moving on from Dayle. All these feelings and emotions were confusing and troublesome to sort through, making me feel as though I was drowning at times.

All of a sudden, I was brought back to earth as something crashed into me. Instinctively, I held on to whatever had collided with me, stumbling back as I tried not to fall over. "Hey, watch where--" I stopped, recognizing Dayle. "Dayle, are you alright?" I asked, brow furrowing as I took in her downcast gaze.

"I saw him with her." She said, clenching and unclenching her fists. "The woman that stole his heart away from me."

My head snapped up, searching the bustling marketplace for the head of dark hair I grown used to seeing beside Dayle's. But there were too many people; too many shades of hair for me to pinpoint just one.

Returning my attention to Dayle, my eyes became riveted to her oh-so-tempting ruby lips as they began to tremble. Forcing my gaze upward, I locked eyes with her. "Daya, you're better than him. It's his loss, not yours. Don't think about him anymore." I commanded, my voice hardening.

Dayle nodded, blinking rapidly to force back the tears welling in her eyes. "You're right, Boromir." She murmured, but her face didn't lose its downtrodden look.

"How about you spend the night in the palace? To try and get your mind off Corwin?" I suggested, and Dayle nodded again, looking down at the ground.

Holding back a sigh of frustration, I began to walk forward, assuming she would follow. But a quick glance backwards told me that she wasn't.

Dayle still stood in the middle of the street, shoulders trembling as she tried to hold back the sobs building within her. Sadness welled within me at the sight, and I hurried back to her, gathering her up within my arms while being careful not to hold her too close. "Oh, Dayle..." I whispered quietly, resisting the urge to bury my face in her hair and hold her tighter. "Come on, let's get away from all the people."

Pressing a gentle hand to the small of her back, I led her towards the palace, only stopping once we were behind the gates and away from prying eyes that might make assumptions. Then I took Dayle back in my arms, gently rubbing her back.

She drew closer to me, burrowing her face into the crook of my neck and making me tense at the sensation of her skin on mine. "I don't understand why it still hurts..." She sobbed, hands tightly fisting my shirt while tears fell from her porcelain cheeks onto the fabric and made dark splotches.

I let out a soft sigh, tightening my grip around her. "You were with him for a long time, Daya... Feelings don't fade away overnight, I know that well. It just takes some time." I murmured into her hair, taking in deep lungfuls of that intoxicating scent I knew as her.

~~~~

A few months later...

I stood out on the long balcony of the palace, staring up at the Tree of Gondor as I pondered a matter that had been bothering me.

Not long after Dayle's breakdown in my arms, she had become uncharacteristically shy around me, taking care not to look me in the eyes while she mumbled incoherent words as she brushed by me. I had decided long ago that women were strange creatures, and this only reaffirmed that belief.

But that wasn't the only thing I had been thinking about lately. I had started to consider telling Dayle that I loved her. But the matter was still so anxiety-inducing with all the what-ifs surrounding it, that I didn't even want to think about it; even as it consumed my thoughts constantly.

Turning away from the tree, I shook my head in defeat. The answers I sought were not ones I could get just by thinking. They would only be obtained by conversing with the very woman that was avoiding me.

"Boromir!" A gentle, feminine voice called, and I looked up from the white stones to look into familiar cognac orbs.

"Dayle." I said, surprised to see that she was standing before me. "What are you doing here?"

She shrugged, smiling shyly; her gaze dropping to the floor like it always did now when she was around me. "I just wanted to see you." She said, and I couldn't help smiling at her words.

"Okay, do you want to walk around the gardens? I know the roses have started to bloom..." I suggested, and her eyes instantly lit up.

"Yes! I want to see the roses!" She exclaimed, and I laughed at her enthusiasm. This could be my chance to ask her the questions reverberating within my mind.

But they all disappeared, only to be replaced with butterflies in my stomach as she snatched my hand to tug me along faster. "Why are you in such a hurry, woman? The roses will still be blooming when we get there, there's no need to run." I stuttered, trying not to focus too much on the feeling of her hand tightly clasping mine.

Dayle just laughed, glancing back at me. The sound of her laughter was a welcome one to my ears. Her laughter had been scarce for too long. "Boromir.... You silly goose! Why walk when we can run, right?" She giggled, and I was reminded of a day far in the past where I had said that very thing to her as a child when she was being too slow.

I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up at her words and shook my head as I picked up my pace. "I can't argue with that logic."

We quickly reached the part of the garden where the roses grew and Dayle finally slowed to a walk, mesmerized by the beauty of the crimson flowers. "I think they are more beautiful than I

have ever seen them..." She whispered, dropping my hand as she gently caressing the scarlet petals of one with a finger.

"Not as beautiful as you though, Daya." I murmured, and Dayle glanced over her shoulder at me, her expression inscrutable.

"Do you mean that as a friend, or as something else?" She asked quietly, turning so that she faced me.

I stared at her silently, a thousand thoughts running through my head. Now would be the perfect time to tell her, but what if it ruined our friendship? I couldn't do anything that would ruin it.

But where was the man my father had raised me to be? The man that was unafraid of anything; even if it meant his life would change drastically.

Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath. "As something else." I murmured, watching her face closely.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her rosebud lips and my gaze flickered towards them. "I'm sorry that I have been so blind, Boromir... But now my eyes have been opened, and I see what's standing right in front of me." She whispered softly, walking towards me.

I thought I knew the meaning behind her words, but I wasn't quite sure. "What do you see standing in front of you?" I asked breathlessly as she drew closer.

Stopping right in front of me, Dayle smiled up at me, her hands coming up to frame my face as she began to close the distance between us. "You, Boromir. You."

Seconds after her whispered words met the air, her lips met mine in a hesitant, gentle union. I hungrily returned the embrace, a hand winding around her waist to draw her closer to me as I set the other on the back of her head; fingers tangling in her long auburn locks.

This was the only answer I needed to my questions. Finally, they were laid to rest as everything became clear to me. I loved her and she loved me and that was all we needed.

#Boromir x oc #boromir #lotr #the fellowship #gondor #fluff #angst #sadness #breakup #boromir gets the girl #fanfic #fanfiction

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“... Nikostratus.”

I shifted, my eyes rolling behind their lids, my breath hitching slightly as I moved from the sleeping world into the waking one reluctantly .

“Nikostratus!” The hissed whisper was more urgent now, sounding properly irritated.

I blinked groggily, looking across the bed at a pair of flashing scarlet eyes. Grier scowled at me over his shoulder, and I raised one eyebrow at him. His scowl deepened.

“I seem to recall that when Izaak was born, we decided to set and keep boundaries.” He reminded me sourly, his voice still whisper soft. “As in, our bed is OUR bed.”

I yawned, shifting again. “I believe I remember that, yes.” I replied in an equally soft volume. I wondered briefly what time it was. Very late, I would guess, based upon the heaviness of the air and darkness of the room.

Grier’s brow scrunched. “Then why, by the Gods, are very nearly ALL of our children currently asleep on top of us??”

I let my eyes flutter back closed, unperturbed by his general grouchiness. “The twins are teething. They were fussy, and a little feverish.” I mumbled back to him, as if that were obvious.

A soft scoff was my reply, before “And what about Lorette? All her teeth are certainly in.” He returned, his tone becoming more bitter with each word. He might have gestured to our 4 year old currently snoring with abandon by our knees, based upon the way I felt the mattress shift.

I ignored the implication, giving Yua’s hand in mine a gentle squeeze as she began to roll in her sleep at the sound of our voices. “Lorette was scared to sleep in their room all alone without the girls.”

I felt Grier turn to face me a bit better, gently tugging his hair loose from Hilal’s nubby grasp. She quickly refastened around his ear instead. Squeezing herself closer to him.

“And Izaak?”

I shifted slightly, feeling our eldest’s warm back against mine. “He had a nightmare.”

Grier scoffed again. “This is ridiculous, Nikostratus. I cannot sleep in a bear pile every night! We cannot coddle them forever.” He scolded. “I need to sleep! How can I be expected to run a country if I don’t sleep?” I sensed him rolling, and knew he was now checking on our youngest asleep in his cradle by the bedside. “Viktor is certainly more than enough for our evening interruptions.” I gave him a softly rumbling ‘hmmm’ in the affirmative to that. “I’m serious, Nikostratus! I’ve had enough! In the morning, everyone is going back to their own beds and they are staying there.”

I hilted a sigh, but nodded sleepily. “If that’s what you want to do, I’ll support you of course.”

“You know you’re the culprit.” He accused, and I cracked an eye open to look at him again. “So you’ll have to put your foot down. Be firm with them!”

As if on cue, there was the soft creak I had come to recognize as the telltale sign of another nightly visitor opening our door. Secure in the knowledge that as all his siblings were already piled into our bed, I didn’t need to see our second oldest, Corwin, appear at Grier’s side to know it was him. He didn’t even spare me a glance, reaching out quietly and tugging on the back of Grier’s nightshirt. The goblin heaved a hefty sigh, untangling himself from Hilal’s grip again to roll to face our son.

“Inunu... there’s a storm outside...It’s loud...” He told Grier softly, his thumb finding its way back into its traditional place in his mouth. “I’m scared...”

“Corwin, you...” Grier’s voice started firm, but I saw our son’s eyes go doe wide and hid my smirk in Yua’s hair as the goblin King’s voice dropped off. After a brief pause, he heaved another great sigh, reaching out and gently stroking Corwin’s face with the back of his knuckles. “... Alright, come here.”

He scooped the nearly 6 year old up with one arm and rolled to bring him to the now complete pile. Corwin clambered about, crawling over my legs, until he found some space in between me and Izaak. As he snuggled down and stole some of the blanket from his sister, I raised my eyebrow at Grier again. My smirk was too large to hide anymore.

“... Shut up.”

So definitely not what I’m supposed to be doing right now. But gods will damn me if I can resist drawing these two. This started out as a quick sketch of Nikostratus and Grier with ONE child. Now its a sketch and quick color of pretty much everyone (Their sixth child came in after this scene, as the blurb describes).

Grier goes by inunu (basically goblinese for daddy) and Nikostratus goes by papa. They have absolutely no control over their children as they are both far too indulgent (save for potentially dangerous things). But each child has an adoption story, and shortly after realizing they can’t necessarily adopt every orphaned child, Nikostratus establishes what becomes known as the Royal Cottage (he didn’t like the word ‘orphanage’). All orphaned children become wards of the Royal family, and are cared for and educated at the Cottage until they can find distant relatives or permanent families. Some choose to never leave, as the Cottage is a family in and of itself.

Some notes: The babe (Viktor) is human. The twins (Yua and Hilal) are not actually twins, but are both girls of the same age that they adopted at the same time. Lorette is half-goblin. Corwin and the twins are full goblins. Isaak, the oldest, was born of a surrogate after a magical attempt to splice Nikostratus and Grier’s genes together. The pregnancy was hard, and the first few weeks of his life dangerously difficult due to complications from the magic, so they decided never to risk it again (Isaak is Crown Prince as the eldest, but they tend to call him their little miracle).

Read the full story of Nikostratus and Grier in their story Royal Flush. Check out more of my ramblings on my MasterList, or check out the # Monster doodles to see more monster/terato artwork! I’m very much in a baby/family mood, so please expect more monster families over the next little while.

#Royal Flush #monster doodles #monster lover #monster husband #mlm #male x male #goblin king #goblin lover #goblin husband #royal marriage #slow burn #angst #monster fluff #terato #exophilia #monster x human #monster family #babies!

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