#lord fo the rings

[whateverrr-duddee]

𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

pairing: legolas x reader

warnings: fluff! a tiny bit of angst

summary: After the battle of the ring, the only female member of the fellowship (lord Elronds daughter) is to be married off as her father wishes. A ball is held to seek the husband her father approves of. Little to his knowledge she fell in love with a elf boy on her adventure.

The fellowship were very close. They had been through so much it was impossible not to be. But, You and Legolas had a different type of relationship compared to yours and Aragorns sibling like love. Legolas made your heart stutter and your head explode. That night after the mines he confessed his feelings for you. You were both inseparable since. But now here you were in a undeniably beautiful gown waiting to be find a elf or man to be married off too. Unlike Arwen you didn’t find it easy to love. Arwen and Aragorn fell in love a long time ago. You never knew what the hype was about the love she spoke of until you met him. Legolas Greenleaf Prince of Mirkwood.

“Be quiet pippin she’s going to come out any minute” Sam told his fellow Hobbit as himself and the remaining members of the fellowship stood in the ballroom of Rivendell. “Can’t she be left to find her own love” merry piped in. “Lord Elrond in his eyes has already lost one daughter he fears to loose the other” Gandalf spoke as Aragorn looked down guiltily. Arwen smiles fondly at him as Legolas put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I hope she finds a man who will treat her right” Legolas said quietly. Aragorn looking at him sadly. Aragorn knew of the longing Legolas now felt towards her. The only one who knew the full exoten of how much their love ran in the hearts for the one another.

“Please Welcome, Princess Y/N Undómiel of Rivendell” the guardsman spoke. you took a deep breathe As the doors flew open you walked in. You walked over to your father. “Let the Ball begin” he said everyone cheered as the music started began playing.

You felt as if you had been dancing for hours. Boring Elves and Brooding Men. You decided to take a small break and sit down. Your sister sat next to you. “How are you my lend er?” Arwen spoke . You gave her a small smile “i’m okay, it feels like i have been dancing for hours”Arwen softly chuckes “it’s not even been two hours yet”. You sighed. “Im going to miss this” you spoke. She knew of what you spoke. In a few decades she would be gone forever. unlucky decades felt like but months for elves. “do not dwell, if i can advise you on something sometimes you have to put your wants before Ada’s” you looked at her confused as she walked off.

You got up and danced with a few men. Darin the current one was. “You fought in the battle of the ring?” he asked although it sounded more like a statement you hummed in response. “battle is no place for a woman. Womens bodys should be kept sacred not contorted scared from battles they are not made to fight” that was a kick in the teeth. You had a few scars littering your body from the battle. you had decided to leave this conversation and dance with another leaving Darin and his horrid views alone with his ego.

“excuse me, may i?” you heard a all time familiar voice come from behind you. The elf you were dancing with looked startled and immediately nodded and let go of you and let him hold you. As you felt his arms around you waist your body felt tingly. “Hello” he whiskers as you put your arms around his neck and his on your waist “what you doing?” you asked. He gave you a queasy expression. “doing something i needed a lot of courage for” he chucked nervously. “I hate this” your showed looking in his eyes. “i know, i saw you looking incredulous bored by Calan” he spoke softly. you laughed. for the first time tonight. “ Cin thír urethral nin gilgalad” the heat rose to your cheeks with that comment. you instinctively hid your face in his chest. the hobbits were used to seeing the tough and serious side of legolas so seing him being so gentle and carefree was refreshing. “you look amazing your self” he did he was clad in a icy blue tunic with a gorgeous head bands in his perfect white hair. “i want to be the one you marry nin mel” your head shot up as he spoke “i want to be the one you wake up to everyone morning, i want to be the father of your child, i want to be the one to get you through the hard days and the nightmare that i know you think i don’t know about” you started into his cerulean eyes. trying to see if he was lying. he wasn’t. you smiled, and looked over to Arwen who lowered her head and smiled. you whipped into his ear “do something about it then. you went to walk away when you felt his hand spin you back into his embraces your back against his chest. his arms on your waist. his breathe on your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “we will do the dance then” he smirked.

It was tradition at these events that the eleth or elf and the chosen do a dance to signify the union.You knew this would not only anger king Thranduil but your father aswell and most of the elleths and elves as you two were the most desirable of all.

his arms found their way to your waist again and span you around so you were facing him it took a while for the money it signified that you were doing thr sacred dance to hit people you knew when you heard gandalf smile and say “they are finishing the dance”. He dipped you the. lifted you up into the air slowly being you down as he stared into your y/e/c eyes. His lips felt like the missing puzzle piece this was in no means your first kiss but everytime you kissed Legolas it felt like it. He rested his forehead on yours as his hands wandered in your y/h/c hair and yours on his chest. “ Im mel cin” you said in almost a whisper he soundly have caught if if not for his elf enchanted hearing. He rand his covered over your ears sending a wave of sensitivity over you causing you to sigh. “ Im mel cin too nin princess”

translations

Lend er     = sweet one

Ada = Father

Cin thír urethral nin gilgalad = you look urethral my starlight

Nin mel= my love

Im mel cin = i love you

Im mel cin too nin princess= i love you too princes

A/N: please leave suggestions!

#legolas x reader #legolas #legolas fanfiction #legolas imagines #legolas imagine #legolas fanfic #legolas one shot #legolas oneshot #lotr #hobbit #the hobbit #aragorn x reader #orlando bloom x reader #legolas thranduilion #legolas greenleaf #legolas thranduil #legolas lotr #thranduil #thranduil x reader #lord fo the rings #legolas fluff #legolas angst #aragorn #pippin and merry #sam #samwise gamgee #gandalf #gandalf the grey #gandalf the white #arwen undomiel

[sigmalaussene]

"Go for it Gimli! Hold his hand!"

My Gimleaf comic is finally out on ao3 too! Check it out if you want <3

#gimleaf #gimli son of gloin #lord fo the rings #lord of the rings fanart #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fandom #lotr #lotr fancomic #lotr fanart #legolas x gimli #legolas #legolas greenleaf

[artesdaterramediabykithkerulin]

Sauron

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#Sauron #J.R.R. Tolkien #Tolkien ♥ #JRR Tolkien #The Silmarillion #LOTR #lord fo the rings #Silmarillion fan art

[braxix]

Elrond: *runs past crying*

Celeborn:

Galadriel:

Celeborn: So are you going to handle that or am I?

Galadriel: *grabbing a sword* I'm already on it.

#They are more than willing to kill for Elrond #Celebrimbor would have gone all vengeful kinslayer on the perpetrator so it's left to them to fo what he would do in his unfortunate absenc #lotr #lord of the rings #incorrect lord of the rings quotes #silmarillion #incorrect silmarillion quotes #incorrect quotes #elrond #lotr elrond #elrond peredhel #galadriel #lotr galadriel #celeborn #lotr celeborn

[kikobees]

NIHIL!

It's done! My Lord of Blood Shawl! I had the idea to knit a Mohg inspired shawl in April. After a few re-designs , two rounds of yarn dying, and asking my partner to go inside every yarn store while we were on vacation, it's done!!

I've included feathers, spears, rings of blood magic, and a small section of cables to look like Mohg's Rune. After blocking, the wingspan is a little over 9 feet long. There are 857 rows of knitting, and 8 skeins of yarn. I made a little spear shaped shawl pin to go with it.

#Mohg #eldin ring #Knitting #FO #Mohg Lord of Blood

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Cloudryad: *hands oropher a bag* you can return this, it’s what i was gonna wear on tonight’s date night.

Oropher: *checks bag* wha- there’s noting in here but lipgloss-

Oropher:

Cloudryad: *leans in* suffer

#oropher #cloudryad #oropher x his wife #oropher and cloudryad are the og enemies fo lovers #feral oropher #which is the predicessor to feal mirial #cloudryad and oropher are together for eternity but are not and will not get married #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr elves #silmarillion #the hobbit #mirkwood #incorrect tolkien quotes #silm incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect hobbit quotes

[yourlocalfriendlyhobbit]

Pairing: Elrond x (human) Reader

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst. bad writing & lame ending (yes this is a warning)

.Gender neutral, no hair/eyes/skin colour mentioned. might be a little OOC.

A/N:

I miss him so much... I can’t wait 2 years to see him again :(

Started writing this in october. it’s about time I finish it...

couldn’t think of a good title, so i’m open to any ideas.

english is not my native language, i apologise for any mistakes.

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The day was pretty busy for everyone. You haven’t been able to sit down for a second, and the librarian threw more and more work on you, meanwhile he was sitting at his desk, reading whatever letter or scroll that laid in front of him; not even paying attention to you...

You hated days like this. Even more so because Elrond was just as busy as you, probably more. And he tended to overwork a lot, forgetting to take breaks, or eat, or drink... It worried you sometimes.

The setting sun was your cue to leave your work and retire for the night. Your first destination was the kitchen. You hadn’t eat anything since breakfast. You grabbed a tray and pilled food and drinks. Then you made your way to Elrond’s office, knowing he would most likely be locked up in it.

When you reached the door, you balanced the tray on your left arm and knocked. No answer. You tried a second time. Still nothing. Anyone else would have thought that he wasn’t there, but you knew better. You knew that sometimes, he got so caught up in his work, he’d shut out everything around him... So you tried the door, it was unlocked. You opened the door just enough to peak inside. And there he was. Behind his desk, seemingly lost in what he was reading. You knocked again, hoping it would catch his attention.

He looked up, startled, and a bright smile took place on his face when he saw it was you. 

“Dearest, I wasn’t expecting you!”

You smiled, entering the room, and closed the door behind you.

‘I just finished my work and figured out you were still in there, working, so I brought snacks!”

You said as you crossed the room to the small round table near the windows. You left the tray here, before walking to his desk. You stood there for a second, looking down at Elrond who was still sitting, then took the papers he was holding.

“No more work today, and don’t even think about arguing.”

You dropped the papers on the corner of his desk, then walked right next to Elrond, took both his hands in yours and pulled him up from his chair. You dragged him to the table, while walking backward.

He let you do as you pleased, because he knew he wouldn’t win against you. Because you were always right when it came to him. Somehow, you always knew how he was feeling; like a sixth sense... That was one of the many reasons he loved you. So obviously, you had noticed he wasn’t taking care of himself properly...

You placed him with his back to one of the chairs, and then pushed him down by his shoulders. You sat on the chairs in front of his, putting the differents snacks and drinks on the table. Elrond watched you in silence, a soft smile on his face.

Moments like that reminded him how lucky he was to have you in his life.

“What would I do without you?”

He sighed. You chuckled before saying:

“Starve, maybe?”

His smile got bigger at your comment. Before meeting you, he often had to visit the healers, since no one really noticed the state he was in before he collapsed. But now you were there, and he tried his best to take care of himself because he hated worrying you. But old habits die hard...

And a sudden reality came back to hit him in the face. You were human. And one day, before he can realise, you will not be here anymore. He’d be alone again with no one standing by his side no matter what.

He wouldn’t see your bright smile, that you always said you hated, but it’s his favorite thing about you.

You wouldn’t run to him out of nowhere and jump in his arms, squeezing the life out of him because “even 2 hours without seeing him is unbearable.”.

The smile vanished from his face, and he stared at the table, completely lost in his own head.

You noticed quickly the abrupt mood change, like a shift in the air. When you looked up and saw Elrond, it seemed like he had a dark cloud around him; His eyes were glossy and you could clearly see the unshed tears and the very faint quivering  of his lips. Only one thing could put him in such state.

“Stop thinking about that Elrond...”

He looked up, surprised.

“What are you talking about, Meleth?”

You sighed.

“You know very well what I’m talking about.”

Now, it was his turn to sigh.

“I’m sorry... I can’t help it...”

 You took one of his hands, that was resting on the table, in yours. You wanted him to relax, and without meaning to, your sweet gesture turned into a bitter reminder. You brought his hand to to your lips and kissed his knuckle.

“Please love, don’t think about it right now... Middle earth is at peace, there is no danger... I am well and healthy and happy... Don’t torture yourself... I don’t want to think that I’ll have to leave you alone...”

You said the last part in a whisper but Elrond heard it loud and clear. A tear fell from his eye. He bowed his head, letting out a shaky breathe.When he raised his head again, he looked at you in the eyes with a sad smile.

“You are right... I should appreciate every seconds we spend together; but here I am, tormenting myself with things that are decades away from us... I apologise for upsetting you, my dearest...”

He said softly. You smiled. It was so like him to apologise when he didn’t do anything wrong. The kindest soul you could ever meet.

“It’s okay, my love, No harm done.”

Still holding his hand, you got up and went to him. Elrond understood what you wanted to do. He pulled you to him. You sat on his laps ans laid your head on his shoulder. His arms went around your waist to pull you closer. He nuzzled his face into your hair, pressing kissed to the crown of your head.

You stayed like that for a while, just basking in eachother’s presence. The sky was getting darker and darker, until night fell completely, and the only light outside came from the hundred of lanterns scattered around Lindon. The food laid forgotten on the table but neither of you cared.

You turned your head to press a kiss to his jaw.

“Let’s put the food away. And then, we could go for a walk?”

You suggested. He looked at you, smiling.

“I have a better idea: why don’t we take the food with us and have a picnic?”

You both chuckled. You got up and turned to him who was still sitting.

“Let’s go then... The night is still young, hopefully no one will bother us.”

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DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS!

#lord of the rings #rings fo power #the rings of power #lord of the rings rings of power #elrond #elrond peredhel #lord of the rings elrond #rings of power elrond #lord of the rings x reader #rings of power x reader #elrond x reader #rop elrond x reader

[laneynoir]

Reminder that Samwise Gamgee is the Shire equivalent of the Hot Gardener trope and-

#lotr #lord of the rings #shitpost #sam #samwise gamgee #sam gamgee #SHHEEP #frodo is the rich if slightly unatractive lord who falls fir the hit gardener. #yes i take critisysm but the hobbits fo not

[captain-buttonbeard]

sean astin signed my copy of fellowship today 🥹i’m feeling soooooo normal rn

#shoutout to my bff fo going to get it since i couldn’t go to the con #she’s literally the best love her sm #SEAN ASTIN #SAMWISE GAMGEE SIGNED MY BOOK #lotr #lord of the rings #samwise gamgee

[grave-avis]

that ask game + legolas :3?

-What made me like them

I think one of the things that made me like him the fastest was how,,, genuine? He felt? He reminds me of someone I could go to science class with or something. He just feels like someone I could bump into in the hallways at school and I really like him for that.

This is also very specific but he reminds me of someone who would be on the hockey team at school and you assume he’s homophobic or an asshole (common themes for hockey boys in my area) because of how loud he is and stuff but then you talk to him. And he’s actually SUPER nice? And actively dislikes the way other people on the team treat others? And once you get past his big personality he’s someone you would like to be friends with.

-My favorite thing about them

I love how enthusiastic and positive he is! I love how much he cares for nature and I would love to be a hiking buddy with him (even if he wouldn’t make a very good bird watching bud)

I feel like he’d love to try new things and rope me into them and honestly I need someone like that in my life.

Oh! Also this is really weird probably but I love how fondly he speaks of his father, I know a lot of the fandom HCs Thranduil as a bad father but I don’t really see him that way. We never see the two of them interact at all but Legolas often speaks highly of his dad in the books and I love seeing that!! I love seeing parent/child relationships where they actually like, care about each other and love each other. Especially in a dark media like LOTR, it’s very refreshing.

-Nicknames we have for each other

Sometimes he calls me "hobbit” because of my height, most of my nicknames for him are teasing him over his Royal status (he teases me about treason lol). Mostly we just use each others names.

-A headcanon of our relationship/friendship

We actually started out really disliking each other, I was sent out to go find him by his father after he didn’t return from what was supposed to be a three day trip. I nearly died multiple times on the journey only for him to?? NOT come back with me.

He has the audacity to mention that forcing him back would be treason. Travelling with him was the second best thing I could do, we ended up becoming close friends after awhile. Me, him and Pippin were the only three in the fellowship similar in age and travelling with a group of stuffy adults can be grating after awhile.

In a modern AU we constantly drag each other into our hobbies, one of the things that brought us close was in exchange for him teaching me to skateboard he would be a player in my D&D campaign, sooorrrt of how we meet in this AU? Idk. I’ll make a post about how we met in both the LOTR canon and in my highschool AU eventually.

*in my ship, since Legolas doesn’t really have an official age, he ages with me. We are both 16.

-My favorite image of them

As I personally enjoy the book version of him and the movie simply does NOT align with my idea of how he looks I will instead show two of my favourite book scenes of him.

#raynards rambles #raynards replies #self ship #self ship blog #platonic fo #self ship ask game #self shipping #queerplatonic fo #💫the boys💫 #source: lotr #source: lord of the rings #long post

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH AND SAW THAT UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Could i request childe x fem!reader comfort fic? Reader is feeling overworked and burnt out and when she sees her boyfriend when he came over, all her built up emotions come crashing out. You can decide how he comforts her! :3

Awww thank you love!!!

I didn't know how much I needed this fic until you requested it ♡ thank you darling now we can all give our stresses to Childe. Lord knows he'll handle them for us.

Childe x fem!reader II comfort, fluff

content warnings: self deprecating thoughts

The pressure of the room bore down on you like an elephant sitting on your chest. You’d made so many promises, commitments, stacked mounds of responsibilities on yourself…to the point where it felt like every square inch of your brain was occupied with no space left for you to rest. 

Your thoughts were buzzing with alarm bells ringing with upcoming deadlines or the imaginary voices of people you had to apologize to and ask for extensions from—and you couldn’t even jump on the work you had to postpone now because you were paralyzed with exhaustion. Your mind kept screaming for you to go go go! but your body just couldn’t keep up. 

So here you found yourself on your couch, staring up at the ceiling while shaking with anxiety, your brain pulsating with a mix of fatigue and self-loathing. 

Why couldn’t you get it right?

Why couldn’t you get anything right?

You were so lost in your despair, you didn’t catch the large, slender hand waving a few times in front of your face, nor did you hear the warm timbre of your boyfriend’s voice calling your name. 

What finally shook you from your stupor was the feeling of rough lips gingerly meeting your forehead.

Your eyes finally focused on Childe’s crooked grin, his blue eyes brightened with amusement. He must’ve let himself into your apartment. 

Childe was so good at everything he did. 

He held down one of the hardest jobs you could imagine having; a Fatui harbinger with hundreds of subordinates awaiting his commands, mounds of paperwork and physical labor paired with the emotional labor of working in the brutal environment…and he was fine. He kept going. He never asked for a break or took time off; he’d just cram the things he wanted to do into his already tight schedule and delegate what spilled over. Sure, he’d come home tired, he’d need extra loving from you to recharge after a particularly grueling mission…but he would be back up and at ‘em the next day, running into the next battle right after the last…

Which made you feel so morbidly inadequate. 

Even now, he’s just come home from a twelve hour work day without an ounce of wear on his face—a bundle of joy and energy. He probably planned a date for you too, or grabbed something for dinner on the way home, or picked up some extra paperwork during the work day so he could sleep in with you tomorrow—he just achieved so much.

His life is so much harder than yours and he’s not half the mess that you are. In fact, he isn’t a mess at all. 

It made you want to cry. 

Oh, no, you were crying. 

Your boyfriend’s face paled in horror as he watched you sniffle and burst into a fountain of tears upon the mere sight of him. 

“Hey, hey, sweetheart! What’s the matter?”, a nervous chuckle fell from his throat as he combed his fingers through your hair comfortingly—twisting one of the soft locks around his pointer finger subconsciously, a little habit he picked up long ago when he’d finally earned the pleasure of cuddling you and touching the parts of you he so admired. 

“I’m nothing like you.”, was all you could sputter out as sobs wracked your tired body. 

He tilted his head in confusion, “...that’s…right?”, he didn’t understand what made the distinction so blasphemous. 

“I just–”, you fumbled for your words as your brain short-circuited its vocabulary, “I suck so much.”

“WHAT?”

You’ve thrown your poor boyfriend through a loop. You’re the most incredible person he’s ever met! He’s charted the course for the rest of his life on the sole mission of making you happy, of giving you everything you’ve ever wanted, because he’d fallen so deeply in love with every inch of you. You were perfect. How could you think any differently when he spends every waking moment of his life telling you that? 

He doesn’t need to hear anything else. From the sight of you alone—your sunken eyes lined with dark circles, your eyebrows scrunched together in painful stress, your cheeks devoid of color, he could tell your body was quitting on you and your mind was suffering for it. 

“Aaah, sweetheart, don’t tell me you’ve been biting off more than you can chew again…or rather, not biting anything at all—when was the last time you’ve eaten?”

His question did not require an answer—he was aware of your habit of neglecting your physical needs over your metaphysical demands. Without another word, he snatched the fuzzy blanket draped on the end of the couch and collected his adorable little bundle of tears up into his arms before carting her off to the kitchen. 

You squirmed in his grasp, trying to push your way back onto your feet, but he wasn’t having it—taking both of your wrists in one of his large hands while holding you in one arm, tugging you over to his lips for a quick kiss as he never broke his stride. Childe’s strength was initially a big draw of yours to him; you drooled over him when he’d carry heavy things for you, swoon watching him train…but now that you’re his other half, his physical prowess gets to be a real pain in the ass when he decides to manhandle you. 

He carries you all the way to the kitchen counter where he plops you down on the edge and wraps you up the cozy blanket—an opponent easily and tactfully subdued. 

When you try to get up, whining that you have work you should be doing, he only slips his arms around you in a tight, loving vice; keeping you prisoner in his blanket cocoon. 

“Ah ah ah! Not so fast. You may be ignoring her cries, but I hear her loud and clear—your body needs rest.” 

“Childe, I’m serious! I’m already behind—”

“And you’ll fall even further behind if you keep pushing yourself past your limit. Tonight, you’re done thinking about any tasks you have lined up. The world’s not going to end if you save your work for tomorrow.”

He was accepting no further argument as he sighed into the big warm embrace, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and humming contentedly. As he squeezed, you felt all of the stress drain out of you, letting go of your worries for the time being. No matter what flurry your mind might be spinning in, it’s like your body was programmed to go limp in Childe’s arms—he overwhelmed you with a feeling of safety. Nothing could go wrong when you were in your boyfriend’s hold, he guaranteed that. 

He pressed kisses to your tear-soaked cheeks, cooing reassurances to you between each one. 

“Your worth is not equal to the amount of work you accomplish.”

“In my eyes, you’ll never fall short of anything but perfect.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

For the first time in what felt like days, you were able to take a deep breath and feel the tension in your shoulders release. The stress fell off of you like a cloud of smoke, leaving you sleepy and spent while huddled in Childe’s embrace. He couldn't help himself from stealing a few long, indulgent kisses from your pouty lips---he was a man, after all, and your sweet, sleepy face made him want to devour you.

He chuckled as he felt your body stop fighting and yield to rest—a little win for him against his most beloved, adorable opponent. He pressed one last kiss to your temple letting go of you and strutting over to the bag of groceries by the fridge.

“I grabbed some stuff for dinner on my way here, I'll whip something good up for you.”

“I knew it.”, you thought, that same pang of incapability stringing your heart before you took another deep breath and let it go.

Yes, Childe has the capacity to go above and beyond in ways you can’t right now, but that doesn’t mean you’ll always fall short. You two are completely different people, you have strengths he doesn’t just as he has strengths you don’t. As you watch him roll up his sleeves and get to work chopping vegetables---your eyes roaming over the deep scars of battle that mar his skin, you recall how Childe struggles to open up about his emotions, while you can coax him into talking about his feelings and giving him the support he typically denies himself. You have a capacity for compassion many fail to mirror, bringing brightness to the lives of those around you—even strangers. And you have a cordial charm that draws others in, a big reason you’ve been saddled with the pile of work you’re suffocating under—people find you reliable and trustworthy. 

That’s why you and Childe work so well together; one of you can pick up what the other drops. You hold each other up so you can both move forward. 

So you know you can trust him when he tells you you’re perfect, because you think he’s perfect too ♡

#genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #childe x reader #childe x you #genshin childe #genshin ajax #genshin fluff #childe fluff #genshin impact tartaglia #tartaglia #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #tartaglia x you #genshin impact x reader #childe imagines #genshin imagines

[probablyasocialecologist]

The Scouring of the Shire and its aftermath is not simply pro-tree—it’s pro-stewardship and anti-pollution. The shadow of defeat touches every front. There are, right now, people on our Earth fighting Big Oil and Big Pipeline on the largest global stages, but there also people in their hometowns resisting the latest attempt to revive an incinerator, expand a cancer-causing plastics plant, or run a liquefied natural gas train through the center of it all. Pro-tree, anti-pollution—it’s all part and parcel of addressing the complex system of entanglements that is climate change, that is biodiversity loss, that is a long, sobering series of ecological disasters and defeats.

#lord of the rings #climate change

[ourolite2]

ℛescherché ℛoles!

ourolite original characters feature unique capabilities and sins, alongside eesome endeavors and epitomes only seen amid swevens. linger long and think soundly of sonder; remember the memories of your childhood, the habits you harbor in your solitude, and know that these entities too have their personalized memories and ticks, their reveries and evergreen dreams long lost in the mist similar to your own. respect them, whether you love them or not, for they would... well, some of them would do the same for you.

readers are advised to download the google docs app if able for better presentation of the extended character notes, and dark mode is recommended in tandem with this! also, some characters are shipped canonically, but x reader and other x character asks are not disallowed! inquire and request as you see reputable.

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☆ INDIGO ( maneki-neko! oc )

"Ah… your rings are pretty, I’ll be keeping them now … *big yawn* Hm? What? Are you still here? Run along, go find someone safer to speak with.. Heh, I’m only toying. I have a reputation to uphold after all. Being a maiden’s courier is a rather exhausting task. Now, do you mind? I want entertainment. Tell me about yourself, and maybe I’ll reconsider not stealing your pendant." — Mystery Cat. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ ILLŪNIS ( rusalka! oc )

"Daring evening, is it not? Where are your manners? … To rest your ignorance, I am Sentinel Number Three, Illunis — Europe’s Moon Maiden. Come, come, humor me with a drink or a jest, for I am dying for a dance.” — Sentinel Illunis. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ FRANKINCENSE ( churel! oc )

"Hiiii~ Here to see me? Nah, I’m not b—Hm… Might be busy later; not now. But listen, if you’re here to more cookies sell any more, I can’t risk not affording rent again. So stay quiet around that one. *Points her kusarigama over at her daughter who’s distracted with a box of girl scout cookies.* Hear me straight? *Nods weapon back at you with each word.* It’s very important." — Lord Frankenstein. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

☆ YASHMI-NOIR ( angel-child! oc )

"Hm….Mm… Hi, nice to meet you.. I’m Yashmi-Noir, and this is Frankenstein. *Hides behind Franky and peeks out at you, followed by Franky’s loving chuckle.* Frankenstein is my mommy.. Bu-but you jus’ call mommy Franky! ..And Yashmi-Noir can be Yashmi.. ‘kay?" — Sunshine. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ XĪN’YUÈ ÀN ZHŌNG ( ceo! oc )

“And yet my initial order to you, not to he, she, or they, was to replace the prior base with May Bells to embue the vanillic tones. Fix the issue immediately. This product’s date is definite, and I’m sure you wouldn’t particularly favor the outcome of its delay … Hm, I figured you have some sense. You’re dismissed, as for I—*finally looks at you, expression softening sequentially* have other matters to address.” — Mr. Anzhong. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

☆ JIHANE MEILĖ ( metaphysician! oc )

"Oh, your aura it… completely surpasses the essential nature of reality; have you already touched the ends of reality, miss/sir? Made your mind a limitless, tangible space? It’s an honor to encounter a warrior such as yourself, *mumbles* one who vividly represents the Seven of Pentacles, reversed and all… Heh, don’t give me that look! Let’s bargain a lil’, m’kay? Open your wisdom and bestow mind-independent certainty upon me in return for… m’name? How does that sound?" — Sinning Star. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

★ CIRCE YUÈ'LI ( vampire! oc )

“Oh? Fending for yourself? Sweetheart, you're assuming I'm a threat while wandering through my backyard. .. You were 'lost'? Really? Hm. Did you maybe receive an invitation to my abode while you uh.. wandered? ... No, right? Okay. State your business or join me as dinner, you're kinda already starting off on the wrong foot.. Still though, I'm not picky, I haven't had some good buttered thighs since like three dynasties ago.” — Sir Circe. profile. extended details. headcanons #1.

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Church Encounters

-- This is a part 2 to Church Encounters which is being turned into a series that I am writing in collaboration with @Igg5989, she will also be posting this on her Ao3 account

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You hadn’t been able to catch Jake alone at all and as you didn’t have his phone number, you found yourself using the same communication method he had used on you by writing a note and stuffing it in his locker. You saw him read it after training on Tuesday and by Wednesday morning he had successfully forced your number out of one of Cyclone’s children and texted you to confirm a pickup time. 

You were more nervous than you would have liked to admit. Church had always made you a little giddy, but usually you didn’t bother planning an outfit five days in advance. And yet, you had started to fuss as soon as you got Jake’s text. You weren’t even sure why, because Jake was just a friend and he didn’t seem to want to be anything else, as he had shown you by behaving perfectly normally at work. Maybe he was just lonely at church? Although, he had mentioned being a youth minister and as they usually sat together, you strongly doubted that was it. 

Well, you were sure why. Halo’s tease about your crush was a little truer than you would have liked. You had always thought he was handsome and maybe even funny, but in the previous week, Jake hadn’t left your head for even a second. The images of his genuine smile, of how he shyly looked at his shoes when he admitted to being a Youth Pastor, and the picture of Youth Minister Jake caring for a bunch of children were torturing you every moment of the day. You were dangerously close to falling in love with the Jake you had briefly met at church, and the more you thought about him, the more you believed that that had been the real Jake. 

In your worry about the date, you had missed the fact that Jake hadn’t been behaving as normal. His usual happy, calm, cool, collected and totally chill personality had turned and he had been on edge. Jake had snapped and shot you a nervous look whenever any of the team made an unsavoury quip or a rude comment. He couldn’t figure out why either, because you had heard it all before, you knew who he was. You knew how he was. And maybe that was what scared him. 

Jake hadn’t a single thought that didn’t involve you in about a week. He thought sleep might bring him respite from the images of you that were filling his brain but his head seemed insistent on waking him up every few hours to replay the moment you turned when he had seen you in church. Your neatly curled hair had bounced back under the veil as you had turned to face him, revealing your full appearance. He had felt his heart backflip in his chest. And he didn’t know why the damn veil was making his legs turn to jelly. He had seen plenty of catholic women wear them during mass, and yet, the thoughts that had swirled through his mind as he helped you remove it had almost made him want to drop to his knees where he had stood and repent. 

By the time everyone parted ways on Friday evening, most of the team had noticed how Jake seemed to be steeling himself for something. Nobody had been able to guess what though, even you. 

When Sunday finally came along, Jake had been the perfect gentleman. He had abandoned his friends on the front pew to sit at the back with you. You liked the back of the church, it offered the best view of the congregation and of the altar of the Lord, and the microphone Father John spoke into carried his words well enough that you heard everything without the annoying ringing noise that the Youth Ministers usually had to suffer through. 

The only distracting things were Jake’s nervous fidgeting as Mass went on and the pointed looks Cyclone and his wife seemed to be throwing in your direction every five minutes. It was making concentrating on whatever Father John was saying terribly hard. Then, as the moment you were waiting for approached, Jake let out a breath. 

"Peace be with you" You told the person to your right. She smiled at you.

"Peace be with you" your neighbour replied. 

You turned to Jake and repeated it again, holding your hand out for him to shake. You had been pathetically waiting for any excuse to hold his hand almost all morning. Surprisingly, instead of shaking your hand with his left hand, Jake grabbed it with his right hand and held it. He leaned in a little and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Peace be with you" he whispered against your skin. 

It sent a shiver straight down your spine. Jake stood straight again beside you, looking in front of him and gently dropped your hand.

You let out a shaky breath as you tried to concentrate on what Father John was saying but your brain wouldn't cooperate. Instead, it replayed what you felt when Jake kissed your cheek. The feeling of his silky soft lips, his clean shaven skin, his hot breath against your skin and the gentle tickle of your cheek when he spoke. It all felt a little too much. 

And yet, you couldn't help but wonder if you would have reacted the same at work. If you had been joking around on base, would you have blushed or dizzy at the feeling of his kiss? Or would you have shot him a look and kept going with your day. 

Probably the latter. At work you wouldn't have cared, it could have been a joke or a prank. But here, in church, it all felt so intimate. 

While your thoughts ran amok, the service went on and soon enough, it was time for the Lord's prayer.

You forced your thoughts to concentrate. You clasped your hands in front of you to give them a purpose and stared right at Father John as you spoke the first few words of the prayer 

"Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come." Jake shifted next to you. His right arm moved in front of you and he grazed the back of your hand with his finger. Almost instinctively, your hands undid themselves and fell to your side, where Jake, still praying, intertwined his fingers with yours. 

"Thy will be done on earth, As it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, The power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen."

The rest of mass went by in a blur.

As you walk out of church the only thing you can think of is Mr Darcy and the way he flexes his hand after helping Elisabeth onto the carriage. You used to laugh at him with your sisters. You used to snicker at his reaction, at his inability to talk or act normal when Elisabeth was near. And now, you could practically feel him smile through the pages of the book. 

Your skin felt searing hot where he had touched it. He hadn’t even held your hand for long and still you felt that if you didn’t run it under a cold tap, you might get a mark. 

And maybe you wanted a mark, the thought of which makes you blush. You hoped Jake wouldn’t notice, but when you stole a glance at him, you saw a cocky smile cover his face. At being caught, your face reddened even more, and you looked away from him, embarrassed that he potentially read your thoughts. 

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he started, “When I -- you know… earlier,” he finished lamely, obviously feeling nervous. 

You let out a quiet sigh, “It’s fine -- I mean, you didn’t.”

At that moment, a sedan that was moving way too quickly down the road, hit the puddle that neither of you had noticed. You could almost swear it had swerved to drive over the water. You tried not to scream as the cold water washed over you, but it was no use, you let out a shrill shriek anyway. You felt a warm arm around your waist, and looked down to see that Jake had tried to take most of the puddle for you but with how fast the car was going, it hadn’t done much to protect you.

When you had laid out your outfit days ago, you had only thought of what was appropriate for a church date. You had foregone all thought of the weather and chosen a knee-length cream dress that you had once bought for a baptism and then never worn again. After all, Jake was picking you up, you were hardly going to get wet.

But as Jake stared at you in shock, a deep red blush creeping slowly down his neck, you realised in horror what must have happened. Your beautiful dress might as well have dissolved at the mere contact of the water, as when you looked down, you could perfectly see the pink bra and striped panties you had decided to wear.

“Fuck” you said aloud, now a blush was spreading across your own face for more than one reason.

“You kids okay?” you heard a familiar voice call out. Turning your head, you see Cyclone looking out of the window of his black Sedan at the two of you, drenched. Jake saw Peter, the eldest son, steal a glance at your form and his brain seemed to turn back on.

He took a protective step in front of you saying, “Car. Coat. I have a car in my coat. Nope, coat in my car. I have a coat in my car.” 

“Do you need us to drive you back?” Cyclone asked but your answer was swallowed by the chattering of your teeth. It may have been surprisingly warm for September, but the puddle water that had soaked through your clothes had seemingly gone right through to your bones. You were freezing. Luckily, Jake returned with a coat before your lips could turn blue. 

The coat was nice, leather on the outside but lined with wool on the inside. Patches on the arms and one on the chest told you it had once belonged to T. Seresin. 

Before you could tell him you’ll be going home with Jake, Cyclone’s daughter Martha accidentally hit her father in the head with her Barbie doll and he turned around to scold her. Jake gently grabs you by the arm and guides you to his car. 

“Get in, I’ll put the heated seat on,” He said, his own teeth starting to chatter now. His hands shook as he pulled the handle of the door and opened it for you. 

He climbed in beside you a few seconds later, turning the heating on and pressing the heated seat button. 

“I don’t think I’m feeling like breakfast out anymore” He laughed. Your heart dropped in your chest. As cold and miserable as you were feeling in the moment, you had really hoped to spend your morning in Jake’s company. 

“If you want -- and I mean I completely understand if you don’t -- but if you want, wecouldgotomyappartmentandIcouldcookbreakfastforus” He said in a rush. 

“S--sorry?” you asked, your teeth still chattering violently. 

“I -- I could drive us to my apartment and cook us breakfast, I make a decent pancake,” He repeated, his eyes staring straight ahead at a mystery point in the distance and his bright red blush returning with a vengeance. “No, sorry that was totally inappropriate, I don’t know why I even asked, of course you --” 

“Sure,” You said, giving him a small smile before a thought donned on you, “But I don’t have a change of clothes.”

“I have some,” he said quickly, looking at you now, his face hopeful.

You laughed before asking, “Won’t they be a little big?” 

He looked at you with a sheepish look in his eyes, careful not to stare at anything in particular while still taking in your form.

“I have some stuff that might fit…” he said slowly as he put the car in drive. 

Jake lived nearby in a military provided apartment. It was fairly large, a rare treat bestowed upon him by Cyclone after having been sworn to secrecy when the man had been left to fend for himself with three crying newborns after his wife had to be taken to hospital shortly after birth. They hadn’t hired you yet by that point, but Jake had been his children’s youth minister since he had been posted in California. A sleep deprived Cyclone had called upon him at three in the morning and begged him to help. The triplets were calmed and asleep by his hand twenty minutes after his arrival. The then Vice Admiral had looked at him with such a look of gratefulness that Jake had briefly feared that the man might kiss him. Instead, he had been rewarded with superior base housing and a crisp fifty dollar note for his trouble. 

The flat was modern and comfortable, but the thing that impressed you most was the downright luxurious shower. You had wanted to stay there forever, but the fact that you were using up water you weren’t paying for made you hurry. You dried yourself with the fresh towels Jake had provided you and stepped out of the bathroom to find that he had laid out some clothes for you to wear. 

You stepped out wearing Jake's old summer camp shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms to find him starting the wash cycle on your wet clothes and measuring ingredients for the pancakes he had promised you in the car. He had changed too, as he now wore a more casual outfit in the form of sweatpants and a blue patterned t-shirt. He hadn't bothered to gel his hair, which resulted in it sticking up slightly due to the friction he must have created when rubbing it dry with his towel.

"Do you know how to crack an egg so it doesn't drop shell in the bowl?" He asked, holding out an egg for you to work with. You tapped it gently against the counter before driving both thumbs into the hard shell and pulling it apart at the seams of the neat break you had created. The egg fell out and into the bowl without breaking the yolk. 

Jake had prepared three eggs for you to crack and with each crack of the other two you realised a little more how close he was standing to you. 

It hadn't been his fault, he had already been standing there when you had slotted yourself in place between his chest and the counter. But as you stood there, you could feel his breath on your neck. That same deliciously warm breath that had hotwired your brain in church earlier in the morning. You felt your hairs raise on your neck and not a second later, you felt him move away. 

"I don't really know how to do this," he confessed as he reached the other end of the kitchen, putting a respectful distance between you and him. 

You laughed, “I thought you said you knew how to make a decent pancake?"

"No, I mean this" he said, gesturing around the room, when it was clear his vague movements weren't clearing up the situation he continued, "Dating you, I mean."

"You're doing okay so far," you said quietly, turning back to the bowl in front of you to hide the blush you could feel covering your cheeks.

Jake let out a small snort, "Just okay?"

"You're doing great,” you said again, giving him a small smile this time from over your shoulder. How could such a playboy be so nervous? You thought to yourself. 

It is like Jake could read your mind, stuttering out the words faster than his mouth could move, "I've never dated anyone like -- I mean I've never dated anyone who knew me beforehand, you know? You've seen me to a lot of stupid shit, and now you've seen me at church and you've seen me pray and -- I am so nervous. Are you nervous?" 

You laughed a little at his outburst, "I'm so nervous I don't really know what to do with myself," you admitted, folding your hands in front of you. 

"How about we start over?" you ask, Jake raised an eyebrow. To answer his silent question, you stuck out a hand.

"My name is Y/n," you say, a smile on your face. 

"My name is Jake," he said, taking your hand in his and gently kissing the back of it. You were sure that if your heart made another leap in your chest it would simply fly out of your body, never to be found again.

During breakfast you found yourself eating slower than usual, trying to prolong your time with him. You took your time to cut up your breakfast, spear it with your fork and chew it until eventually you had no choice but to swallow, eventually though, despite your best efforts, your plates were empty and there was no choice to move on. You gathered up the dirty dishes and stood at the sink, starting the washing process. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Jake said gently, coming up behind you. The warmth of his body temperature made you want to back into him but you almost didn’t have to, as when Jake dropped his plate in the sink of soapy water, his hip bumped into your back and it sent a shiver up your spine. 

“You cooked breakfast, the least I can do is clean it up,” you say, flashing him a smile and trying to steady your voice. You turned around to face him, drying your hands into a towel. He stood too close and not close enough to you. You could see every pore, every scratch and every curve on his face. His eyes stared straight into yours for a moment before he seemingly remembered something and moved away. 

He shook his head at you, “I will dry and put them away then. My mom would kill me if she ever found out I let you wash dishes on our first date.” 

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t find out then,” you say, “I still haven’t decided if you are going to get another. Can’t have you dying before the verdict is in.” 

Jake laughed at your easy banter, “You’re telling me that getting splashed by a cold puddle isn’t your ideal first date?”

“Well, getting wet isn’t really what I wanted,” you said, only realising the innuendo in what you had said when Jake’s eyes dropped back to the floor with a blush and a laugh. 

“You don’t seem to mind it so much right now,” Jake said, motioning to your hands in the soapy water. 

“Oh, is this your secret for a successful first date then?” you asked sassily, a smile slowly covering your features. 

“Well, yes, I do always try to get the girls wet,” he replied, his face turning a deep shade of red at the implication of what he said. 

You just laughed, Jake was an enigma, he could be soft and a playboy all at the same time. 

He let out a nervous laugh, “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“I don’t believe you,” you replied, still smiling as you started washing the dishes again. 

“No, I promise. I’m trying to be good. Gentlemanlike, you know. I want to impress you,” he said, taking the plate that you were holding out to him. 

You sighed, “You don’t need to be good, I’ve heard you make those jokes before,” you said, giving him a look that said you have heard worse from his mouth before. Jake seemed to flinch at your words, trying hard not to meet your gaze. Right, you had heard those jokes before. You’d heard every crass jab, every swear word,every brag about bedding a girl. You knew him. 

“But that’s the thing, you shouldn’t have had to hear that, especially from my mouth,” Jake said, his voice sounding smaller than you had ever heard it, “My granddad always told me to treat women with respect, and if I’m being honest, he would probably be disappointed in how I have been acting as of late.” 

You didn’t know what to say, was the Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin apologising? 

“I’m not made out of glass, you know,” is what ended up coming out of your mouth. 

“No, I know,” he sighed, trying to find the right words. “Truth is, I don’t care about saying these kinds of things with people I will never date, but I like you and I really hate that I never realised that before. I could have made a better first impression…”

“Jake,” you said, softly, “I don’t like you just for the side of you I got to see at church. I like both sides of you. You wouldn’t be you without the cocky aura you carry at work, or this softer side of you I get to see at church or just right now.”

It was true, you likely would never have been able to have a single conversation with Youth Minister Jake if Navy Jake hadn’t broken the ice. Jake wasn’t Jake without the self-confidence and love of flying, without those, he was just a pew mate. 

Jake looked at you for a second, searching your eyes before saying, “Nah, you’re in it only for a piece of my smoking hot abs.”

He wasn’t sure why he’d said those words, and he regretted them almost immediately as he saw a blush burn on your cheeks. In truth, he had never been great with emotions and open displays of acceptance like that made him antsy.

You laughed nervously, this kind of flirting was something you had never gotten used to, “Oh yeah I’m totally in it for the sex, says the girl who’s never been kissed.”

He went still next to you, “You’ve never kissed anyone?!” he exclaimed. He knew you were about 25, and had graduated college, you weren’t a child. How has anyone gone through their life without kissing you? Especially since that was the only thing Jake had been able to think about since the puddle had soaked your clothes. Well, thing was, he’d wanted to do worse than just kiss you, especially when the water soaked through that dress and he could see the outline of a bra, and then panties. And then, something he was lucky you hadn’t noticed, how the water had continued its course through your garments and he had started to see the outline of something through your bra. 

“Jake, I went to an all girls’ Catholic School, no I have not been kissed,” you said, some of your insecurity clear in your voice. 

He continued to look at you confused, “So? you clearly didn’t just graduate…”

“I went to an all girls’ Catholic College…” you continued, huffing out a sigh, “After that, the Navy kept me busy…I don’t know…I just never found the right person I guess…” you trailed off, looking out the window over the sink. “Besides, it really wasn’t that long ago.”

He coughed nervously, “Well, I think that’s really sweet.”

“It’s really something…” you said, trying to find the right words.

“It’s great,” he reassured you, “I think it’s wonderful you waited for someone special. I wish I’d done that sometimes.”

“So you’re not put off by it?” you asked him, trying to hide the nerves in your voice.

He pulled you carefully into a chaste hug, the dishes long done, “Not at all,” he paused for a second, trying to fight the need to say something funny to diffuse the warm feeling he felt when you hugged him back and losing, “I think it’s kind of hot actually.” 

You let out a girlish squeal and hit his chest, taking a step out of the hug, “Jake! You’re the worst!” 

“I’m just being honest darlin’,” he said, a shit eating grin on his face. 

The room descended into silence after that and before Jake could offer to take you home, figuring he had ruined the date by now anyway, you suggested that a rainy day was perfect for a movie marathon. You both sat down in front of the bookshelf in Jake’s spare room. It was sparsely inhabited by books but the bottom shelves were populated by enough dvd’s to restart Blockbusters without having to buy anything new. 

—

At the end of your date Jake drove you back. It was already late but you made a stop by the Hard Deck. Not to drink, as the bar always closed on Sundays, but because the parking lot allowed you to watch the sunset over the ocean with the least obstructed view.

"I had a great day today," you said, looking over at him from across the car. 

"Me too. I would say I'm sorry for taking up your day instead of just your morning but err, I'm really not," He chuckled

You let out a laugh, "I'm free next Sunday, if you’re not too busy."

"I'll check my calendar," he said, opening an imaginary notebook and flipping through imaginary pages until he hit next Sunday's date, "Would you look at that, I'm all yours," he said goofily, giving you the most brilliant smile you had ever seen. 

Gathering up your courage, you leaned towards Jake, who had turned his attention towards the sunset again, and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek. Although you were too close to properly see, you swore Jake's eyes fluttered closed and he let out a small sigh.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” he said quietly, chuckling softly as he took your hand over the centre console

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My Definitive Top 10 Favorite Characters 

Number 1. Sauron (Lord of The Rings) - The Original Dark Lord. A fallen being of great power, obsessed with order. The enemy army is his army, Mordor is his kingdom, the Nazgul are his servants, the One Ring is his power source fueled by a fragment of his own soul that tempts and corrupts all who bear it, his eye shines its malevolent gaze upon the world with the intent of ravaging and conquering all that it can see, and the entire story is caused by his machinations. Whenever I look back at Sauron as a villain and character, I end up remembering why he is as infamous as he is. A great villain sometimes can just be a genuinely terrifying presence.

Number 2. Sephiroth (Final Fantasy) - Sephiroth is one of the hardest bosses in gaming and a genuine horror villain. He is a tragic monster born from science, and a loyal “son” fo his alien mother, Jenova, but he’s still scary as hell thanks to his god complex, unlimited strength, ethereal vibes, years of experience, his ability to live off of pure spite just so he can make the lives of his enemies (and Cloud) complete hell. His appearance in of itself is creepy due to how beautiful, yet unsettling it is, thanks to his silver hair, green snake-like eyes, and perfect physique which is complimented by a black coat. However the most dangerous things about him are that he’s completely delusional, his strength is unmatched, and just how far he’s willing to go to distort other peoples sense reality, specifically Cloud’s sense of reality. Sephiroth a tragic character and a phenomenal villain.

Number 3. Ganon (Legend of Zelda) - Honestly after so many years, Ganon still holds up as a villain. Ganondorf Dragmire was the biproduct of a curse created by Demise to ensure that his hate is reincarnated just so he can destroy Link and Zelda’s descendants, and Ganon himself was born as the only male in a desert that belonged tribe to warrior women known as The Gerudo, eventually ending up as their king thanks to Gerudo traditions. Ganon had a huge presence in Ocarina of Time, manipulating you into locating the Triforce and immediately took over Hyrule during your time skip. In Hyrule Warriors, Wind Waker, Twilight Princess, and A Link To The Past, he adapts in some form either that be because of genuine character development, an ego increase, or a desire for revenge. However in Breath of the Wild, the end of all three timelines, we think that he fully succumbs to Demise’s curse and became a being of pure hate known as Calamity Ganon, who basically almost destroyed Hyrule 100 years ago. Then in Tears of The Kingdom we learn about his first incarnation, the ambitious Gerudo turned Demon King that ravaged ancient Hyrule and got sealed away for generations under Hyrule Castle, who came back to life 5 years after Calamity Ganon was beaten, and tried to turn Hyrule into a hellscape where only the strong can thrive. This exact same incarnation of Ganondorf was also behind Calamity Ganon! Overall, Ganon is a surprisingly versatile and interesting take on a evil king, combining power with intellect, tragedy, anger, class, savagery, inevitability, arrogance, and pure EVIL which is why he’s one of the greatest villains in gaming history and fiction in general.

Number 4. Malenia (Elden Ring) - A masterfully done example of a SUPER TOUGH optional boss in my opinion, with a decent character that ties to the history of the world and backs up said in-game difficulty to boot. Also the concept of someone being that goddamn sickly yet still being so undeniably persistent, powerful, and near-invincible is intriguing and cool, and it's executed very well in her case. That and I like how she's basically her little brother's, Miquella's, biggest supporter, so bonus points for that.

Number 5. Ozai (Avatar) - This guy... oh HOOoo this guy. Fire Lord Ozai, in my personal opinion, is the best villain in any animated series, one of the worst father's in fiction, the perfect representation fascism, imperialism, and a prime example of what makes a dictator. Ozai grew up as the prince of an empire, alongside his older brother Iroh, but unlike his brother who was praised by their father and became a war hero in the eyes of the Fire Nation, Ozai was often dismissed and had plans to achieve more power and eternal glory through more shadier means. Eventually, he married the descendant of Avatar Roku, Ursa, and sired two children, a boy and a girl. The boy was named Zuko, a good natured lad who was a total "failure" from his perspective, and the girl was named Azula, who was considered a prodigy, and in her father's eyes she was a perfect extension of his influence. Eventually, Ozai assassinated his father and took the throne after Iroh lost his own kid and took some time to himself, which resulted in Ozai becoming Fire Lord. During his tenure as Fire Lord, he consistently makes his predecessors look like saints and babies. In addition to continuing the idea of taking over the Earth Kingdom, this bastard authorized more genocides, has encouraged more admirals and generals to make the men under their command into cannon fodder, fought his own son for questioning one of his generals and burned half his face off, tried to have his brother and son killed, tried to commit genocide against the Earth Kingdom after taking it over, and so much more. And all of this stems from two simple things. A belief that he's deserving of all the power, glory, respect, and fear on the planet because he's the descendant of a powerful emperor, and the fact that he's a small man without that power. Ozai is far from a complex character, but that doesn't stop him from being a great villain.

Number 6. Cell (Dragon Ball) - Cell is a Perfect villain. He’s got the traits of 3 main villains (Piccolo, Vegeta, & Frieza), along with some Goku elements in the mix, and it makes sense when you remember that he’s an android with the cells of the universes strongest fighters. Also he’s got the ability to absorb people, can perfectly copy techniques that would take years to learn, has quite the suave and charming personality in his perfect form, is extremely funny and snarky sometimes, is terrifying a lot of the time, and overall Cell was designed to be the endgame villain of Z, before Toriyama was asked to write the Buu Saga. Not only that, but he's got a surprising amount of psychological depth too for what is basically a pure evil killer bio-android made from the Cells of many different warriors, which makes him a full reflection and deconstruction of how Toriyama wrote his previous villains. In short, Cell WAS the final boss of the main campaign of the series until the Buu Saga and the continuous milking of the series. In short, Cell was, and still is, the PERFECT Dragon Ball villain from start to finish in terms of concept and execution.

Number 7. Bowser (Super Mario Bros) -Bowser is a genuinely great villain who is both versatile and fun as hell. Sure, there are a crapton of underrated villains in the Mario series, but no matter what you cannot really hate this guy. He’s a giant fire breathing turtle-dragon who’s a evil king, but he’s also a meathead, arrogant as hell, has very cool boss fights, is a surprisingly good father to his kids, an amazing protagonist and ally, as shown in games like the Paper Mario Series, and Mario & Luigi Series, occasionally scary as shit, not to mention he’s one of the more likable villains in gaming. Also let's not forget how terrifying he is in Mario Party with his friendship destroying mini games and mechanics. So yeah, Bowser’s a cool character and fun villain. He’s also my Smash Bros main.

Number 8. Xemnas (Kingdom Hearts) -This guy is to this day one of the best Disney villains ever. Xemnas is the nobody of the Seeker of Darkness, Ansem, his husk given sentience, an entity that can feels nothing and wasn’t meant to exist, yet he’s quite the specimen and one of the most consistent character in the series. He’s a very sinister figure due to his nature, the fact that he’s a special nobody like Roxas, his inability to feel emotion, and his belief that negative emotions are what give the heart power, but at the same time you somehow manage to feel pity for him because of these things. While what he does is his own choice, you can clearly see that while he’s a different entity from his human self, he still chooses to go in that hollow shadow because it’s in his own nature, and it ended up being his downfall. That and his boss was truly a test of your skills. TL;DR: Xemnas is amazing.

Number 9. N Harmonia Gropius (Pokemon) - N, is literally a lot of peoples favorite Pokemon character, and with good reason. The man is genuinely pure of heart and has earned the trust of people and pokemon, and it all started with the original Black & White duology. He started out as the misguided, yet noble puppet leader of Team Plasma that believed in Pokemon Liberation, and by B2/W2 he became a fine young man with a better view on the world. He's got a certain type of off vibe about him in the beginning, but as the story progresses and you learn more about him and his "father" Ghetsis, N is painted in a much different light. However my favorite thing about him is that in B&W he was the perfect deconstruction of a Pokemon Trainer. He's a young man who cares about Pokemon that's on his own journey, though that journey was less motivated by a desire to be the best, but to change the world for, in his deluded eyes at the time, the better for Pokemon. I could write more about him, but we’d be here all day, but just know that this man is an amazing example of a very pure character that just got steered in the wrong direction.

Number 10. The Joker (Batman) - If there's one good thing about nostalgia, it help you remember certain things, and if you end up looking at the very thing you're nostalgic about from an analytical sense, you can end up figuring out for yourself if this gem from your childhood was good or bad. How does this relate to The Joker? Well The Joker is a bright, colorful, exuberant and funny clown, something that's supposed to bring joy and laughter to others, yet he is a nihilistic, psychopathic criminal whose only goal in life is to spread death, destruction and chaos through Gotham City in the most creative way possible because that's what brings him joy and laughter. He's a perfect contrast to Batman himself, who looks like an actual demon, yet chooses to protect the innocent. An amazing take of the Clown Prince of Crime requires menace, genuine comedy, a lack of care for life, a passion for what he does, and good writing. A prime example of a great Joker is shown in Batman: The Animated Series, a show that actually is worthy of being as fondly remembered as it is. The B:TAS crew understood the assignment and provided the definitive iteration of the character, completely inspired by his early comic appearances, with Mark Hamill's iconic voice for the character being the cherry on top. Despite all of the flaws in the Batman series over the past 100 years, the villains are unironically a compelling element of it all. Though despite the diversity of the entire rouges gallery, a well done Joker remains a perfect archenemy.

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