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I am back with a Thorin x female reader smut fic! I hope you guys enjoy it. This is my second Thorin fic but I think Tumblr hid my other one, so if you feel like reading an angsty but fluffy Thorin imagine head over to my master list which is tagged below. Also feel free to check out my prompt list and feel free to request a fic!

Warnings: Sexual content,

Also any and all mistakes are mine.

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Dance at a Feast

Even when you had been in Erebor for nearly a year you couldn’t get over how large the baths were. You had been given your own suit in the Royal Wing, a room that connected onto Thorin’s. Your Husband. It was an arranged marriage purely for the benefit of your kingdom and Erebor. Thorin already had his heirs in his nephews, so there was no need to worry about the fact that you were not a dwarf. Though some of the older dwarves had an issue with the Queen of Erebor being an outsider but the prosperity that had arrived at Erebor during its reconstruction had quietened them for the most part.

You couldn’t deny that you were hateful of the marriage at first, being forced to marry a stranger and leave your home. But after seeing Erebor and meeting Thorin and his family you slowly started to enjoy your time here and knew that you could have a life here, eventually. You hadn’t really had much interaction with Thorin outside of the formal requirements during banquets and visits from dignitaries. He had been courteous during those times and never made you feel like a nuisance but you still wished he would spend some more time with you outside the banquets. You couldn’t deny that you found the dwarf king attractive, with his commanding presence and those brilliant blue eyes, that made you feel as if you were drowning in them every time he looked at you. His very presence could some times make you weak at the knees, the way in which he commanded any room he entered affected you in a way you couldn’t explain and was not something you were expecting to happen.

You leant back against the edge of the bath lifting your leg up and watching the water run down it, the droplets creating ripples in the water. You sighed bringing your leg back into the water and leant your head back looking up to the ceiling, the light from the numerous candles reflecting back at you. You wondered if maybe you should make a move on the king. You knew that some male dwarves rather liked women who were fierce and take charge. Perhaps you could ask Thorin’s sister Dis for her advice, the two of you had gotten close. She had taken you under her wing when you arrived, helping you to navigate dwarven culture and the city itself. The two of you had truly became sisters, a thing you were grateful for as you had only had an older brother back home, with a rather large gap between your ages. He was already off with the other warriors in your father’s army, when you had been born. You would forever be grateful for Dis, and hoped that asking her for help with her brother wouldn’t make her uncomfortable.

Lost in thought as you where you hadn’t noticed when the door on the other side of the bathroom opened. The door leading to Thorin’s chambers. Thorin walked through the door only to pause upon seeing you, he hadn’t expected you to still be awake at this hour. He had been kept awake in his study dealing diplomatic issues with Balin and Ori and all he had wanted to do upon retiring was take a nice long, hot bath before sleeping. He knew he should leave or announce his presence but he found he was frozen, the firelight around you was giving you an almost golden glow and he found his breath was caught in his throat. When he had agreed upon the marriage with you, he never thought you would be anything more then maybe a friend eventually, though he hadn’t been able to give you as much attention as he had hoped. But once he met you, he found himself slowly falling for you, with your shy smile that lit up the room. You were unbelievably kind to everyone and although you were the Queen of Erebor you would offer Bombur your assistance in the kitchens before a feast and you would help Ori in the library.

Thorin’s eyes took in their fill of your nakedness, and found himself stirring. A fire building in his veins as the water lapped at your breasts, you were sitting on one of the seats along the edge of the bath, the water only just coming up to the bottom of them, your nipples hard as the air in the room chilled your heated skin from the water. He was suddenly even more sorry that he hadn’t taken more time to get to know his wife, he planned on properly courting you but didn’t know how to go about it. If you had been a dwarf, it would have been easier but had tried to find something that discussed your peoples courting customs but not even Ori and Balin were able to locate such a book.

“Your Majesty!” you voice pulled him out of his thoughts, as well as the sound of splashing water as you ducked further under the water covering yourself. Your face was red, like a ruby and Thorin found himself blushing and looking away quickly.

“My apologises, My Lady,” Thorin said. “I was unaware that you were still awake. I shall leave you to your privacy.”

“No, wait!” you stood up. This was the moment you were waiting for. You had been surprised to see Thorin but you had noticed how he was staring at you. His blue eyes almost were hungry, as they traced the parts of your body that were visible above the water. Thorin paused, half turned back towards his chambers.

“Yes?” Thorin, tried very hard to not look anywhere but your face when he turned to face you again.

“Um, join me?” you asked, trying to be brave, but your voice was soft and shy. “The bath is big enough for the both of us and we are married, I don’t see why we cannot share a bath…husband.”

“Are you sure?” Thorin asked, wanting to make sure you truly wanted this. His heart jumped at the thought of joining you. Dwarven couples often shared baths together, it was an incredibly intimate thing.

“Yes, I am very sure,” you responded. Thorin smiled, as he walked forward dropping the towel that had been wrapped around his waist.

“Well, who am I to deny my wife, my Queen,” he grinned.

You allowed your eyes to travel down, his strong chest, that was coated in dark hair, his stomach was strong and soft. Your eyes continued their path following the trail of hair that led down to his cock. It was slowly hardening, as he allowed his eyes to finally take their fill of your body. You giggled shily as Thorin stepped down into the water and made his way towards you. He stopped within arm’s length.

“I should apologise to my Lady, we have been married for a year and I have not given you the attention you deserve,” Thorin’s grin had softened, and his blue eyes still hungry but they still held a little sorrow.

“Hmm, and I have not forced the issue my King,” you responded taking a step forward lifting your hand up lightly tracing his chest. “You are busy, your kingdom is recovering but perhaps we can start tonight.”

Thorin looked down at your touch, looking back up at you his smile turned devilish. He reached a hand out and lightly traced your cheek, down to your jaw before reaching trailing down your neck. He stepped forward bringing your bodies together. His hard cock pressing into you making you gasp at such a feeling. He hard chest pressed into your soft breasts, the sensation from his chest hair rubbing against your nipples caused your gasp to turn into a soft moan. You had touched yourself in experimentation before but had never been able to elicit such a response. He used the hold he had on the nape of your neck and pulled your head towards his as he lowered his head down to kiss you. The first touch was gentle, just a press of lips before he pulled away. Your eyes met, and you knew your eyes hard darkened as much as his. You smiled, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

“And what may I ask what is causing such a response?” Thorin asked, a joy he hadn’t felt in an age swelling up inside of him at your own happiness. It was in that moment that he decided he would do everything in his power to ensure you felt such happiness every day.

“That was my first kiss,” you breathed bringing a hand up and lightly tracing his lips and then your own.

“Your first?” Thorin asked, his hands found their place on your hips in a gently way, his thumbs rubbing against your skin. “I shall endeavour to be gentle, and ensure that your first time is one to remember. As is deserving of my Queen.”

You grinned and brought your lips to meet his again. This time it lasted for longer than just a press of lips. There was hunger in the kiss, though his lips were soft and gentle against yours, it was like he was trying to devour your very essences. Thorin’s hands stroked down your thighs, gripping as they went, they came back up and stopped at your arse, he squeezed at your ample cheeks. You moaned into the kiss as he rocked into you causing his cock to rub against you. Your hands threaded into his thick black hair, pulling at it lightly as he nipped your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before letting go. Your breath was coming out in quick succession and you noticed that his was as well, you looked down at his lips and decided they weren’t swollen enough. You lent up and tugged his bottom lip between your teeth, in a mimicry of what he had just down with you.

“Cheeky, my Queen,” Thorin groaned leaning his head down dragging his nose down your throat to where it met your shoulder. He paused there. His teeth scrapped along the joining, you moaned, your hands gripped his hair tighter and your body rocked into his. “Hm, no much to low there.”

“What is?” you asked breathlessly.

“The mark I intend to give you, I want it to be visible,” Thorin growled, his lips trailing up your throat and pausing about an inch above where it was before.

“Perfect.”

Thorin went to work on making his mark. His teeth grazed the area before latching his mouth onto it and alternating between sucking and nipping at the area. His hands continued to squeeze at your cheeks, and stroking down your thighs. He detached his mouth from your throat, happy with the results of his work.

“Happy my King?” you asked leaning back in his grip. “Will everyone who looks at it know what we have done tonight?”

“Hmm, yes, though I plan on making it even more obvious,” Thorin said, his voice gravelling and deep. “After tonight I think you’ll find you won’t be able to walk straight, my Lady.”

Thorin used the grip be had on your thighs to pick you up. You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist, the position put your slit right over his hard cock, you rolled your hips down, grinding yourself against his cock, feeling the tip of it slip in and out. Thorin’s grip tensed at your motion, his grip hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, and the thought of that made you moan loudly. Thorin walked out of the bath and towards the open doorway to his chamber. He walked to the bed and instead of placing you on it or even throwing you onto it, he kept a hold of you and kneeled on the bed, he let go of one of your thighs and crawled towards the head of the bed before letting gently placing you on the bed.

Thorin held his body above yours, hands on either side of your head and stared at you sprawled on his bed. The image that has been plaguing his mind since the wedding. It was even better than anything his mind could conjure up. The fact that you were still wet from the bath made it even better, the light from the candles made your skin glisten. Thorin kissed the mark he had made on your throat before making his was down to the joint and further to the top of your left breast, leaving kisses in his wake. He kissed around your nipple, his hand coming up to massage and knead at your right breast. He took the hardened nipple into his mouth sucking and licking at it.

“Thorin!” you gasped, one hand grabbing and twisting the sheets in pleasure, the other hand clawed at Thorin’s shoulder your blunt nails leaving red marks.

As Thorin continued his assault on your breasts, his hips gentle rolled into yours, creating a lovely electric friction against your vagina. Your clit throbbed in pleasure as it started to swell. Thorin’s mouth left your nipple and he went to move to the next but you decided on a different direction instead. You used the grip your legs had on him and took hold of both his shoulders, using his distraction you threw your weight up and to the side rolling the two of you over. Thorin looked up at you in surprise, at the look of triumph on your face he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, that was unexpected my love,” Thorin chuckled. “Now that you have me what do you plan on doing?”

“Take charge,” you smirked leaning down and kissing the tip of his nose. “You had a late night, lay back and relax. Let your wife attend to you.”

“Only if I can attend to you after, for a king and a husband can not allow their other half without-” Thorin’s sentence was cut off with a deep moan as you decided to skip any teasing and took the head of his cock into your mouth. “Aule!”

You had no idea what you were doing, you listened to the noises Thorin made and repeated any motions that caused his breath to hitch, caused him to moan or groan. You focused around the head, licking and sucking making sure to pay attention to the vein on the under side of his cock. You didn’t think you could handle taking much of it into your mouth, not on your first time. You used your hands to stroke the rest of the length. Thorin’s hand gently twisted into your hair, tugging on it before massaging your head.

“I am close my love, if you don’t-” you ignored his warning sucking harder and stroking your hands faster. You tried licking the slit at the top of his dick, interested in his reaction. His thighs tensed as his hips thrusted upwards pushing his dick a little further into your mouth as his release filled it. You quickly swallowed what you could before pulling away, you felt some of his semen splash onto your face before you moved completely away. You wiped at the semen your face as it scrunched up at the feeling. Thorin was heaving as he came down from his high and saw you. His dick twitched, already feeling the stirrings again at the sight of your cheeks red and white from his semen.

“You are a sight,” Thorin breathed. “A beautiful, alluring sight. A treasure greater than any in the treasury of Erebor.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, puzzled at his reaction.

“Just that, my Queen, nothing more,” Thorin sat up, he wiped the remains of his release off your face with his fingers before wiping his hand on the bedding, he wrapped you up in his arms afterwards. He kissed you deeply, aroused even more from the taste of himself in your mouth. “Now, it is your turn to lay back and allow me to attend to you.”

Thorin’s voice was like gravel, deep within his chest. He laid you back on the bed, kissing his way down your chest and stomach, occasionally allowing his teeth to graze the skin. He paused briefly at your breasts to lap at the nipples with his tongue. You moaned and withered underneath him, your hands clutching at his back again, leaving red marks from your nails. He kissed his way down to your hip bones, biting and sucking at the skin, causing more marks to raise in his wake. He licked down the crease from your hip, down your thigh along the outside of your wet opening, before switching to the other side and licking up the crease to the hip bone and making a matching mark there.

“Thorin please!” you begged as he kissed and licked around the top of your thighs getting close to where you truly wanted him but not yet giving it attention. You felt as though your body was tingling with pleasure, as he seemed to be trying to mark your entire thighs. His hands were running up and down your sides, running under your breasts and occasionally tweaking your nipples causing a flash of pleasure to move down to the warmth growing in the pit of your stomach.

“What does my treasure desire?” Thorin asked looking up from his task. “Is it my tongue you wish for?”

“Yes!” you gasped as he blew air down onto your hot centre.

“But you have my tongue,” Thorin mused, his eyes alight with mischievous as his large hands moved to grip under your thighs holding them up and apart to allow him to settle fully in-between them. “Ah, perhaps you want my tongue elsewhere? Yes, I think that is what my lovely wife desires. My tongue inside her, and my mouth thoroughly devouring her as if you were my last meal?”

“My king, please,” you breathed. “You said you would attend to me.”

“I did, and I never go back on my word.”

You gasped loudly at the first swipe of Thorin’s tongue as he licked the full length of your slit collecting the wetness that had gathered there. He spied your swollen clit and looked up at you grinning wickedly before he lightly bit at it. You bucked in his grip at the electric jolt of pleasure that surged through you. His hands held your hips down, not allowing them even the smallest movement. He was in complete control here. Maybe after tonight, he could discuss some of his other desires and pleasures that he wished to make reality with you. Thorin took your clit into his mouth sucking gentle and bathing it with his tongue. You withered in his grip body tingling with pleasure, you could feel heat build-up behind your stomach. You had never felt anything like this. Your hands were gripping his hair tightly, pulling on it in your pleasure, you vaguely remembered something about hair being important to dwarves but in your pleasure, you could only think of more. More of him. More of his tongue, his touch. Just more.

Thorin released your clit, deciding he needed to taste more of your essence, and the only way he could do that was by going straight to the source. He moved down and licked around your opening before dipping in briefly, licking around the edge and withdrawing. He could feel your hands holding onto his hair like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. He loved the feeling of it, and in the morning, he would ask you to braid his hair. He wiggled his tongue in deeper, stroking his tongue along your walls, he could feel them twitching and tightening down around the muscle. He pulled out licking around his mouth to catch some of the essence that was in his beard.

“If I were to die tonight, I would be a very happy dwarf with this as my last meal,” Thorin grinned.

“You had better not die tonight,” you gasped. “I only just got you.”

“And you shall have me for all of eternity,” Thorin promised.

He moved back down, before he had been gentle, this time he acted as though he was a starving dwarf and he devoured you. You withered on his tongue, rolling your hips the smallest movement he allowed. He released one of your hips moving his fingers to play with your clit. Moving in a circle one way and then back the other, he flicked and stroked it. You felt the warmth in your core getting hotter and hotter. Your walls clenched more as your thighs started to tense and shake. Your breath was leaving your lungs in loud moans and gasps. With one press and flick of your clit, and strong stroke of his tongue along your walls, the dam burst and your vision went white, as your orgasm washed over you in waves. Thorin removed his mouth from your opening but continued to tease your clit through your orgasm. You arched off of the bed in your bliss. You had removed your hands from his hair and grabbed at the sheets when you felt it building stronger, you tugged at the sheets as the waves of orgasm slowed and your vision returned to you. Thorin smiled kissing your thigh and giving one last swipe of your clit before leaving it alone. He let go of your thighs, moving up the bed to hover over you again. He copied what you had done before and kissed your nose, moving to kiss both of your cheeks. You smiled up at him, still high from the pleasure he brought to you.

“My love, I wish for you to never leave my arms again,” he begged. You lazily wrapped your arms around his strong broad shoulders.

“I never will,” you smiled pushing down on his shoulders. Thorin grinned slowly lowering his body onto yours. “Now, please. Take me fully.”

#Thorin Oakenshield #The Hobbit #imagines #writing #smut #thorin x reader #thorin x you #Thorin smut #female reader #thorin x fem!reader #thorin imagine #I tried #I hope it is good #still new at writing smut

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p0lycut · 28 days

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Welcome to the..

CELL OF EMPIREO OLD PEOPLE TOURNAMENT

(credits to the amaging, legendary @noomzu for making the little chibis and helping me with this)

Your average polls tournament, with old people from CoE !

Posts related to this tournament will be tagged with #coeopt for better navigation !

reblogs are appreciated if you want more people to know about this !

First round will start on Wednesday, April 3rd, at 3:00 pm CEST and will be one week long !

First round :

Mutei Harada VS Rangiri Utsugi (Winner : Rangiri Utsugi)

Seodore Riddle VS Hajime Hatsutori (Winner : Hajime Hatsutori)

Sanemitsu Isoi VS Noriyuki Utsugi (Winner : Sanemitsu Isoi)

Sueko Orie VS Terumi Kurachi (Winner : Terumi Kurachi)

#cell of empireo #細胞神曲 #coeopt #mutei harada #rangiri utsugi #seodore riddle #hajime hatsutori #utsugi noriyuki #sanemitsu isoi #terumi kurachi #sueko orie #tournament poll

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gatheringfiki · 4 months

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The following ficlet was written by @lazysaturdayonthebeach based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Rating TBC.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

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Kili took the news solemnly. The jump gate was down for repairs and no one wanted to work on Christmas Eve.

Fili made him his favorite coffee with eggnog, a cinnamon stick, and a large swirl of whipped cream, but even that didn’t earn him a smile. He wrapped the younger man in his favorite blanket and let him stare out the window morosely until he was ready to talk.

On his way back to the cockpit, he adjusted the heat in his sleek black flight suit. It was getting a bit chilly in their little shuttle. The environmental systems were conserving power. They carried extra provisions and fuel, but a one week journey stretched to almost three weeks challenged their reserves.

Their delivery mission to Ceti Alpha 5 was supposed to be a seven day round trip. If things had gone as planned, they would have been home a whole week before Christmas to make cookies, wrap presents, decorate, watch the pageants and parades, and drink coffee with eggnog to their hearts’ content. Instead, they had been stuck in orbit while a huge sandstorm raged for four days. They spent the next three days helping with rescue efforts before finally making their delivery on the twenty-first. If they were very lucky, they might make it home for New Year’s Eve Eve with enough power to stay comfortable.

More importantly, they were running out of the food Bilbo had packed and forced to eat their emergency rations. There was no danger of going hungry, but the prospect of potato soup for Christmas dinner was depressing. At home, there would be roast beast, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, macaroni and cheese, deviled eggs, sweet potatoes, and stuffed mushrooms. And that didn’t include all the potluck desserts like bread pudding, fruitcake, rum balls, gingerbread dwarves, rice pudding, chocolate chip cookies, pecan crescents, and spritz cookies that guests would bring.

Fili slumped into the pilot seat and distracted his stomach with the thought of the silver hair clasp he had made for Kili. No braids ever stayed in his wild luxurious mane, but a well-crafted clasp could keep it under just enough control to be respectable for important outings. Not that Kili cared about that, or the gift. He would be just as happy with an ugly Christmas sweater as a mithril archery glove. Had he seen Ori knitting sweaters for everyone this year? He rubbed his brow and hoped Ori would use a color found in nature. Maybe he could suggest a rainbow set for the family Christmas picture for next year. He giggled at the image.

What did he have here that he could fashion into a gift? It’s not the gift but the giving that was important. Surely he could think of something. Not for the first time, Fili wished he was better at origami. He really didn’t think a cup or a hat would work though. Could he write a poem? No. Cookies! They had oatmeal. Surely he could make something. He grabbed his tablet and started searching for a recipe that might work.

After half an hour of changing search parameters to be more and more specific, he found a recipe for banana oatmeal cookies with walnuts. He was ecstatic! Two ripe bananas, a cup of oatmeal and some walnuts was all he needed. Mix ‘em, scoop ‘em, bake ‘em in a pan for fifteen minutes at 350 degrees. Fili practically skipped off to the tiny galley to hide the bananas before Kili had the same idea.

Kili, meanwhile, had similar plans. Instead of cookies, however, he was crafting a virtual Christmas. Using the holographic navigation system, he loaded pictures of snowy lanes near their home where they went riding, reindeer, old Christmas pictures, ornaments they had made as children, pretty much everything Christmasy in the family cloud. If they couldn’t get home, he’d bring home to them.

Even with the last banana and a half safety hidden, an idea niggled Fili’s thoughts. While searching for snowball cookie recipes, Fili had stumbled across information about Rigel 7 and its current snowball glaciation. The residents there had moved into the oceans and used the currents to create a power supply. Nothing could stop the grinding of the glaciers, yet life was finding a way. They had a thriving tourist industry, too. Understandably, space was limited and reservations were mandatory. Still, it was within a day’s travel. Maybe they would take pity on a couple of stranded sailors at Christmas. He sent off a message and started working out the route. The navigation system was acting weird and slow. He sighed and wondered what else could go wrong.

Rigel Excursions Cooperative messaged Fili back within an hour. They did not have accommodations available, but they did have docking space and room for them on a Christmas Day tour. There was even a dinner reservation available. Screw the cookies! He was taking Kili to Rigel 7. Gimli would be so jealous.

While Fili excitedly confirmed details with REC, every scrap of non-essential paper onboard was rapidly becoming paper chains and snowflakes in Kili’s careful hands. There wasn’t much, but by making them thin and small, he was able to create enough to decorate the small living space. The shuttle was really just a studio apartment with a cockpit, an observation port, and a tiny engine room.

Humming from the galley drew Kili’s attention. Fili was making two mugs of coffee with the last of the eggnog. What was he thinking? Kili was saving that for tomorrow’s celebration. Before he could complain, Fili pulled him into a tight hug.

Over their coffees, Fili explained the trip to Rigel 7. If they had to have Christmas alone, they might as well do it in style and have a great story to tell when they got home. He finally got to see the smile Kili had been hiding all day and reveled in the joy.

Christmas morning started with snow blanketing their viewscreen. They really didn’t have the proper clothing for the tour, so they opted to wear their flight suits under their slacks, shirts, sweaters, and jackets. The tour vehicle would be heated, of course, but neither of them was taking any chances with the health and safety of the other. They bought hats in the gift shop and grinned at each other from under knitted snowballs.

Kili plastered himself against the window for the entire trip. Fili leaned against him, watching the scenery and Kili. Besides the pristine expanse of endless snow where wooly mammals made occasional appearances, they also toured some of the underwater facilities. The variety of fish, cephalopods, jellyfish, and even some cetaceans was astounding.

On the way to their dinner reservation, Kili ordered a dozen more hats boxed up as souvenirs for the family. The clerk even offered to wrap them. He was definitely getting a picture of the whole family in those.

Their Christmas meal turned out to be at the finest restaurant in the resort. The buffet was huge. Diners in holiday dress mingled as they refilled their plates with wild-caught seafood, fruits and vegetables from the resort’s underwater greenhouses, pasta dishes, pastries, and even ice cream. They were so full that by the time they got back to their shuttle, they fell into bed and a sound sleep.

When Fili woke, Kili had strung the decorations and had the hologram running. It was almost like being home, minus the over excited children screaming and running everywhere. Indeed, the first thing they heard when they used the Rigel communications link to call home was screaming children. Bombur’s brood seemed to be using Bombur and Dwalin as steeds to race around the room.

They laughed and chatted for many minutes. They reassured Bilbo that they has purchased several excursion baskets from the resort caterer and would eat well on the trip home. As soon as the gate opened, they would be home in three days. Thorin promised that the family would host Second Christmas as soon as they arrived. Most of the presents under the tree, except for the children’s, were awaiting their arrival. Christmas just wasn’t Christmas with them missing. Everyone teared up and the call ended before any actual tears started to flow.

Kili bumped his shoulder into Fili. “What now?”

“Want to eat all the cookies and go back to bed until we get the call for our turn at the gate?” Fili suggested. Both giggled and started digging through the food boxes.

They did make it home for New Year’s Eve Eve. The party lasted three days.

#Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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grapecaseschoices · 9 months

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what kind of art would someone make about you? here

tagged by: i stole it; tagging: @serenpedac @galpal95 @quinnorion @mt07131 @sustainably-du-mortain @unitedindistaste @griffin-wood @sun-teas @honeylemonbutte @sunshineandviolets @straightuppotato-ocs @graysonblck @queerdetectiveblue @queerbrujas and anyone who wants!

Hiyam:

films [yes!]

you are wild and there’s no way for your essence to be captured in a frozen format. you are a character and the only way to describe you is to capture you in motion. you are electric. people are naturally drawn to you because you exude confidence. everything you do, you seem to know what your next step is. you are the muse to many, even if you don't know it, but deep down you do. people tend to fall in love with the idea of which i'm sure can be exhausting.

Bethany Josnel:

music [hrm]

you are a breath of fresh air. you are soft and free. you disappear as quickly as you appear, and everyone wishes you had stayed around longer than you did. your voice is what makes people fall in love. everything you say is in harmonies and codes, and only the most experienced listeners can fully understand you. your presence is always enjoyed but you aren’t always given the praise you deserve; people will let you stay in the background. all you want is for someone to really listen to you.

Lala:

poetry [!!]

you choose your words carefully and your words will be heard. you’re smart as hell. you know it and so does everyone else and you carry yourself with a sort of confidence. you’re a bit of an artist yourself, even if unintentional. you can find beauty in mundanity but you also know when to be a realist. people fall in love with you because you are a confident mystery and they're dying to find out more. you fear that this attraction that people have to you is based purely in curiosity and nothing else.

Alana:

novels [pretty much!]

you fall in love easily and hard, and you are the image that pops into someone’s brain when they think of a love interest. you are a romantic and find yourself falling in love a hundred times a day because your imagination is wild and certainly knows how to get the best of you. you are soft and delicate and need to be handled with care, because a heartbreak would break you into a million pieces. you don’t want much else except to be loved and to love. you want to live out your wildest dreams, and the person that loves you can't help but let their imagination run wild with you.

Ori:

paintings [... yeah, i can see it]

everything you do is a work of art. you are beautiful without even trying, simply lounging around looks like you’re posing and waiting for someone to sketch you. you come off as light and easy but you are often misunderstood. people don’t tend to see you for who you really are, and focus too much on how effortlessly you appear to navigate the world. there's some kind of darkness behind your eyes that only some can see under all the layers of paint.

#oc meme #character insight #quiz: hiyam vinke #quiz: josnel coleman #quiz: lala sandoval #quiz: alana carita #quiz: ori zhou #long post #this was fun to do for the infamous kids #might try the disenchanted kids when more familiar #for the most part theyre all pretty accurate - if sorta surface [tho oris touched deep - tho idk how i feel about bjs #lala's is perfect #it is all the description i get stuck on with them #what i see but i worry i dont show #... show where as i dont write them? lol #in my rambles i suppose

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asparklethatisblue · 9 months

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Do you think Scout Harding would be a beneficial addition to Thorin's company? How do you think she'd get along with the members? Who would be besties?

Aww yeah she for sure would fit right in! She’s a ranger/rogue after all, which means she’s good at long range attacks (which really only Kíli does seriously) and her entire thing is that she can get the lay of the land easily. Since she grew up near humans she probably would have an easier time navigating certain areas they’d travel through and she’d be use to any terrain (i’m not saying she’d LIKE it). Hell, she even has dragon fighting experience!

as for friends? I think she’d definitely befriend Fíli Kíli and Ori easiest, they seem to be the same age. And maybe Dori, albeit reluctantly. I think Dori is a bit like what her parents seem to be like (naming her Lace and all). On that basis she’d probably befriend Nori too, since they can commiserate about “fancy older relative disapproves of my rogue career choices)

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trolloled · 3 months

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"/\/\annequins crawling all over ╪he ci╪y now. You hear abou╪ i╪ in ╪he news, people ╪hink i╪'s so/\/\e ho╪ new prank for ╪he sweep, se╪ up /\/\annequins ╪o scare people."

"Now I'/\/\ hearing abou╪ an increase in /\/\issing people, so/\/\e sor╪ of /\/\assive plague ou╪break in ╪he ass end of nowhere, and god knows wha╪ else. /\/\oving shadows nex╪?"

You limp over to a small shelf now set up in your long-term hospital room. You turn on an aging husktop and navigate through a few programs, fingers respondingly sluggishly still despite the perigees of physical rehabilitation you've been going through. It may be many sweeps yet before your body fully recovers from the trauma it suffered.

You activate a voice-to-text dictation program and text document, speaking your thoughts down for notation.

"One of /\/\y /\/\any ini╪ial /\/\is╪akes was designing ╪he sui╪ for use by a person. ╪he idea was decen╪, in ╪heory. Be╪╪er longevi╪y for people in ╪he field, plus i╪ was en╪er╪aining ╪o ╪hink abou╪. However, clearly, as de/\/\ons╪ra╪ed, ╪he use of any such severe survival ╪echnology can have disas╪rous effec╪s on ╪he wearer."

"I now consider whe╪her i╪ /\/\ay be wor╪h ins╪ead designing so/\/\e╪hing si/\/\ilar ╪ha╪ could be handled re/\/\o╪ely. Safe╪y guaran╪eed for ╪he user, where even in ╪he even╪ of ca╪as╪rophic failure, ╪he pilo╪ will /\/\erely be safely released fro/\/\ ╪he driving progra/\/\. ╪he use of servan╪ au╪o/\/\a╪ons on scou╪ ships is dubious a╪ bes╪ due ╪o ╪he increased weigh╪ ╪hey pu╪ on in╪ers╪ellar ╪ravel, no╪ ╪o /\/\en╪ion ╪he logis╪ics ╪rain necessary ╪o keep ╪he/\/\ s╪ocked on repair par╪s."

"However, I believe ╪his issue can be /\/\i╪iga╪ed. Scou╪ing ships and o╪her long dis╪ance ╪ravelers have ╪o s╪ock food and /\/\edical supplies for en╪ire crews. Wha╪ if we could replace crew /\/\e/\/\bers wi╪h re/\/\o╪e drones? One ╪o ╪hree crew /\/\e/\/\bers using one or ╪wo re/\/\o╪e drones could replica╪e ╪he work of a full ╪en crew scou╪ ship. ╪he drones could u╪ilize in╪erchangeable ╪ools and would be able ╪o work ╪irelessly and wi╪hou╪ risk ╪o ╪he wearer, bu╪ s╪ill re╪ain ╪he skill and knowledge of each pilo╪."

"Of course ╪ha╪ s╪ill leaves ╪he issue of weigh╪, i╪'s a cons╪an╪ ba╪╪le for space and fuel considera╪ion on long dis╪ance ju/\/\ps. So/\/\e people will argue ╪ha╪ any saved by less crew is ou╪weighed by ╪he cos╪s of ╪he drones, or perhaps ╪ha╪ ╪he drones can'╪ ge╪ as /\/\uch work done as a nor/\/\al crew. All ╪hings ╪o be discussed in a design phase."

"Anyway, ╪o /\/\y original poin╪. ╪here is ano╪her considera╪ion being fac╪ored in. Odd shi╪ keeps happening on ╪his plane╪, and i╪ is clearly eviden╪ we canno╪ rely on people ╪o handle ╪he clean up. For one ╪hing, ╪hey are highly vulnerable ╪o said odd shi╪ ╪ha╪ keeps happening. Second, ╪hey can be u╪╪erly inco/\/\pe╪en╪ and in fac╪ cause said shi╪ ╪o keep happening."

You take a deep breath in and out before continuing. Even now it was still fairly infuriating what had occurred, but you needed to move on.

"Fielding any╪hing wi╪h au╪ono/\/\y is ou╪ of ╪he ques╪ion for now ╪o deal wi╪h ╪his. I canno╪ i/\/\agine ╪he progra/\/\/\/\ing needed ╪o ╪rain an ar╪ificial in╪elligence on how bes╪ ╪o deal wi╪h as /\/\any si╪ua╪ions as occur in co/\/\ba╪. A re/\/\o╪e pilo╪ed drone, however, is ano╪her s╪ory. I could safely use i╪ wi╪hou╪ risking /\/\y bones being snapped in half or /\/\y brain being ╪urned ╪o /\/\ush. /\/\uch safer for ╪es╪ing ╪ha╪ way. ╪he only issue is /\/\oney and ╪i/\/\e."

"Scouring ╪he junkyards for spare par╪s is going ╪o ╪ake a lo╪ of ╪he la╪╪er, ╪hough i╪ saves on ╪he for/\/\er. I╪'ll be /\/\uch ╪ougher ╪o convince anyone else of ╪he use of i╪ all."

"Bu╪ I s╪ill feel par╪y responsible for so/\/\e of ╪his shi╪, for wha╪ S╪eve is doing. I can'╪ face i╪ wi╪h /\/\y broken body, bu╪ hands /\/\ade of s╪eel jus╪ /\/\igh╪ survive. Any╪hing is be╪╪er ╪han sending /\/\ore doo/\/\ed idio╪s back in╪o ╪ha╪ hive."

You turn off the dictation program and browse through a few concept blueprint files. You can still remember the design for your old suit. The Golem, as you've taken to calling it. However, that name… Golems were not inherently bad things. You click a few times and rename the most recent version of one of your theorized blueprints.

PROJECT GOLEM flashes into place in the file name. It was a start.

#xrumon things

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happi-tree · 1 year

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Do you have a favorite episode or episodes of amphibia?? Asking for a friend 👀

Oh, jeez. Ori, I have. SO MANY. Uhhhhh, buckle up??? 👀 I limited myself to 3 episodes per season but honestly this show has so many fun episodes!!!

Season One

s1ep1: Anne or Beast?/Best Fronds - Episode 1 does SUCH a great job at setting up the story and tone for the show imo! It leaves a lot of things purposefully vague (how did our protag end up in this wacky alternate world? who the hell is in that photograph? etc etc) to reveal as the seasons progress, which I really enjoy! AND you get introduced to the found siblings ever with Anne and Sprig 🐸 I love them so much! While I'm mostly referring to the first part here, Best Fronds does an excellent job at establishing their relationship and their perspective on what friendship means.

s1ep9: Lily Pad Thai/Plantar's Last Stand - Even though it's more of a filler episode, I really love how Lily Pad Thai explores Anne's Thai heritage! Very near and dear to my heart 🥺 Plantar's Last Stand is alright, too, but I much prefer the first half of this episode <3

s1ep20: Reunion - Emotional Damage The Episode. Things get! Dark! Would have reduced me to tears had I not had previous associations with the background music 🥲 Also. Sasha Waybright beloved there are so many things wrong with her <333

Season Two

s2ep6: Marcy at the Gates - Introduction to the third member of my favorite trio! Marcy is very, very adorable and endearing and seeing a reunion that goes more smoothly than. Reunion. Is very sweet 🥰

s2ep10: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/Day at the Aquarium - BOTH parts of this episode are so very good and I cannot possibly choose a favorite between them. The girlies getting up to hijinks in a castle late at night and bawling your eyes out when it's your last day in a place you've grown fond of <333

s2ep19: The Dinner/Battle of the Bands - Once again, I literally could not choose even if you held me at gunpoint. The Dinner is very fun and very awkward and it is SO fun to see all these characters finally interact in a (sort of) low-stakes situation. And Battle of the Bands is just plain, cheesy, Disney fun! Heartstomper and No Big Deal my beloveds 💗💙💚

Season Three

s3ep7: Spider Sprig/Oliva & Yunan - OAY. Hoooooo boy. I can not even BEGIN to imagine what it must've been like to watch this live but I hadn't gotten caught up to the release dates until the Christmas special lmao. Emotional Damage The Episode Part Three 👁 (part two was s2's finale, naturally). Everyone in this episode is having a Bad Time. Spider Sprig is. Not a favorite. Sorry.

s3ep11: Commander Anne/Sprivy - Commander Anne is a really neat exploration of Anne and Sasha's relationship as they navigate how to repair some things and also like. Lead the rest of their group without falling apart at the seams. Also the source of a certain meme, thanks to Sasha's gayass blushing 💗 Sprivy is,,, okay? I MUCH prefer the first half of this episode, though.

s3ep17: All In - This episode has everything. Heartwrenching quotes from the protagonists. Mass destruction of property. Kpop. Rupaul (unfortunately). The Photograph. The girls fighting ⚔️ (part ???). Very very fun. I'd also put The Hardest Thing in here but that would be breaking my little self-imposed rules so

#this took me approximately 30 million years so sorry about that!!! in my defense. i love this show so much #also some of the episodes i included are not all that important to the plot and some of the ones i left out are VERY important to the plot #but! these are just my personal favorites - ones i really truly enjoy watching and rewatching 🥰🥰🥰#thanks for the ask ori!!!! hope you're doing well 💜#asks #dragonofthewind #cartoons #amphibia

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real-live-human · 6 months

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whoa an actual pinned post

been trying to tag shit semi-consistently for a change so i felt like making one of these for my tags. everything's under the cut, no promises about remembering to tag everything but i try. if i do forget or you'd like me to tag something for filtering purposes lmk!

fandom tags: #bug fables, #hollow knight, #disco elysium, #star trek, #pathfinder 2e, #lancer

navigation/filtering: #bugs, #hyenas #workplace hazard (general nsfw tag), #kink stuff (for my own kinks), #nonhuman tag (anything related to nonhumanity), #long post, #ref (art or writing reference material), #asks, #ask game

my ocs: #arluk, #celia, #cricket, #finch, #hearth, #ori, #roche, #samiya, #senya, #temur

(i don't post a ton about my characters, so these are mostly just to tag funny posts that remind me of them. feel free to ask about them if you want though!)

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feathers-feathers · 7 months

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What are your head-canons for Ori as a character? Who they are? What they believe? General personality, and all that.

I'm curious. I've been in this fandom since the games first released, but I just now realized that I've never actually thought about Ori as a character. As depicted in game, I mean. I genuinely never got any more than "Ori is curious, playful, and protective" out of what the games have shown.

I've sort of side-stepped this question for as long as I have largely because my own head-canons regarding Ori all have the context of being centuries after Will of the Wisps. After centuries of being the parent of hundreds, being the de-facto leader of multiple peoples, navigating the diplomacy and politics between them all, all the while trying to grow the forest without making the same mistakes of the Spirit Tree and Willow... needless to say, the Ori that I've been thinking about for years is basically an OC at this point.

#ori series #ori and the blind forest #ori and the will of the wisps

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auncyen · 9 months

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I'm still working on part two of "Journal Page #16" (which, yes, should have been given a better title; still don't have one) but I wanna share this first bit because I like it.

Temenos’ dreams dimmed to match the waking world almost as soon as the unnatural night started, but as the travelers cross the Sundering Sea, his dreams darken even further. Awake, he can call on Aelfric for holy light; in his dreams, on his own, he sees nothing, grasping with sound and feeling and fear. He is asleep in his home. Roi is pounding on the door, calling in that urgent, fearful tone, though the words are garbled to meaninglessness. Temenos could rise from the bed and find his way to the door by sound and feel and memory, but he does not try, because it’s the middle of the night and he, having slept, is not dressed to run as Roi is. If he dresses before opening the door, Roi will be gone. If he lets Roi in first, he’s transfixed by his friend’s fearful tone as he describes finding a cursed weapon and losing trust in the church, and Roi is gone by the time Temenos realizes he needs at least shoes if he is to follow, never mind Roi’s instructions. Temenos knows how this goes. He already knows.

The dream changes to something he is less familiar with. Now he is Roi, cold and afraid, panting for breath as he runs with the bow. Petrichor laughs behind him, sounding much like Deputy Cubaryi, another woman blindly devoted to a wicked one. He runs and runs, but it is the darkest night. The gods are also fond of sleeping when they are needed. There is no light to guide Roi, and he inevitably trips over a rock he had no way of seeing and falls on the ground. Cubaryi-Petrichor’s laugh grows wilder, louder, and as he fumbles to get up, a blade pierces his side from behind and he cries out with the little air left in him–

And he’s just Temenos, again, tangled in a rough, disgustingly sweat-soaked blanket, with a single line from Ori’s damned journal impressed on his mind:

“Sometimes, I hunted people too, like the time I came to possess the Darkblood Bow.”

He already knew Roi was most likely killed that night, or soon after, since he never returned. It’s that word. ‘Hunted.’ As if he was just another beast.

It takes a week longer than usual to make the sea crossing with both visibility and navigation hampered. It doesn’t help that at least part of the crew has been afflicted by the same dullness of mind found on land, speaking as though the night is normal. It doesn’t seem to have affected their ability to work, but they’re directed to very few duties to make sure they don’t get themselves or anyone else into trouble should their minds be prone to other errors not yet discovered. The travelers keep busy working alongside the sailors who are still sane, including Temenos. He does some physical work. He also makes light in the most mundane application of Aelfric’s sacred power. And very often, he puts on his best cleric behavior and inquires about how each crew member is doing, gives counsel as Pontiff Jörg would have and reassures them, feeling as though he is lying through his teeth. He intends to bring back the dawn; the lie is in having to mask every doubt and worry, to have to appear as the paragon of faith others need in this trial. He never did understand how the Pontiff and Roi could be so solid in their own reassurance.

The end of their sea journey nears: they find the eastern continent’s coast and realize they’re nearly a hundred miles off from the anchorage despite their best attempts at hindered navigation, but they are at least in sight of familiar land, which is enough to have sailors praising various deities among the eight, depending on who they think is most responsible for guiding a safe sea passage in total darkness. (Temenos hears the most thanks for Aelfric and Aeber, the one most strongly associated with sacred flame and the one most acquainted with darkness. There are a few thanking Bifelgan and Alephan, a patron of trade and a patron of the wisdom needed to navigate when conventional methods flounder. He hears one sailor thank Dohter, and wonders at that until he thinks of Dohter’s chosen being set adrift at sea only to be safely found by a boat. Perhaps in the end, they all rely on charity.) They should be ashore in hours. Temenos checks on the tucked away, folded journal scrap in the midst of one last bout of worry–should he show Throné, ask her to confide in him should she feel unwell? Show everyone, and make sure no one is caught off guard? Throw the scrap in the sea for the fish?--when his hand freezes. His fingers brush the edges of the folded paper.

It’s been flipped over.

He scans the room with a summoned holy light: nothing of value is missing, immediately ruling out the idea that any of the sailors decided to take up thievery. He takes the paper out, unfolds it, examines it. It’s the same paper. The passage he’s nearly memorized by heart reads the same, no evidence of alteration apparent. He folds it back up and puts it back down the same way, considering the direction the edges are pointed in. It’s not how he laid it down before.

…But surely it is? He can’t see who–Throné herself is the strongest candidate for rifling through another’s room, and if she found the paper, it would have either been taken or placed back exactly as she found it. Ochette is the next most likely to ransack someone’s room out of sheer curiosity, but the room as a whole would be more disorganized. Hikari and Partitio are so principled about others’ belongings that Temenos has a hard time imagining either would search his room, let alone closely enough to find the paper, and if they’d read it they’d have either confronted him about hiding it or simply told the group. Similarly Agnea, even if she is the one easiest to imagine making a clumsy mistake in putting the paper back while keeping the scene otherwise orderly. Osvald is too attentive to detail. Also, he would have just taken the paper, not put it back. Castti…Castti, maybe?

It’s been nearly three weeks at sea in the dark. Roughly two months total of darkness. Temenos considers he may just be losing his mind, because humans were not made for this.

Only one more week of travel to Flamechurch.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #temenos mistral

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