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munson-blurbs · 16 days

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Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.

A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire 🥰

WC: 3.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers

Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice 🌶️🌶️ Divider credit to @saradika

“Okay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,” you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, “and then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.”

“Right,” Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. “And, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?”

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, he’d likely double down.

“We’re testing for the presence of oxygen,” you say with as much patience as you can muster. “And you need to wear safety goggles.”

He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. “You need to wear safety goggles.”

He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.

“I’m serious.”

Eddie scoffs. “Please. We’re not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and I’m not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.”

“Whatever.” But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.

“So just li—seriously?” You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?

“What?” He asks with a smirk. “There’s, like, a million of these left. I’ll use the next one for the experiment thingy.”

He doesn’t get that far; Ms. O’Donnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principal’s office.

Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.

Last week, it was because he’d kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, he’d blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carver’s ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.

You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.

What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasn’t your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parents’ liquor cabinet alone.

Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steve’s house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.

Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; you’re grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.

“Heather, hi!” You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. “How’s college?”

Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodka’s pungency. “Way better than high school,” she says with a laugh. “I’m taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.”

You raise your glass in a mock toast. “Maybe you could take mine. He’s more trouble than he’s worth.”

She laughs. “Can’t be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.”

Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.

Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If he’s coming into the kitchen, it’s the last place you want to be.

The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol you’ve taken sloshing around in your stomach. It’s hard to tell where you’re going or even what direction you’re going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.

Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.

“Where have you been all my life?” he asks, as if it’s supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.

“Was better a second ago,” you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.

Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.

A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.

“Let go,” you seethe. The words are biting, but you’re a chihuahua up against a doberman.

Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.

You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.

Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. “Let her go,” he says, a slight rasp in his tone.

The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. “Shouldn’t you be worshiping Satan’s asshole, Freak?”

“Shouldn’t you be worshiping Tommy’s? Or does he only worship yours?”

A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. “If you don’t fuck off in the next three seconds, I’ll kick you ass so hard that your uncle won’t even be able to identify your body.”

Eddie smirks. “One…two—”

Billy’s fist crashes into Eddie’s cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billy’s abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.

Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing it’s no use getting in the middle of their brawl. Someone—Tommy H, maybe—is chanting “fight!” and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.

Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. “Maybe next time, you’ll mind your fucking business,” he spits through his split lip—one of the few punches Eddie managed to land.

His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billy’s parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesn’t seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. He’ll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billy’s balls though.

Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood that’s trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. He’s been hurt worse than this?

Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddie’s. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.

In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom that’s not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol they’ve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like it’s been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.

Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.

“Ah, here we are,” you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. “It’s not so bad,” you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. “The face just bleeds more because—”

“Because the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,” Eddie finishes for you.

“Wow,” you say, raising your eyebrows at him. “I’m impressed.”

“We are in the same science class, you know,” Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.

“I thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,” you joke back. There’s silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. “Why are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?”

“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. “Something like that.”

“Got the hots for O’Donnell?”

He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. “Fuck, no!” He shakes his head. “She looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Ew.”

“You were the one who suggested I’m into her,” Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.

“I didn’t make you compare her to a—”

A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, “not the punch!”

“We’re probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,” Eddie says softly, “unless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.”

“I think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.” To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut you’d previously missed. “Besides, I wanna know what’s suddenly got you showing up to class.”

Eddie’s eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than he’d like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. “You.” He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. “Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.”

“W-Wait.” You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. “I’m the reason …?”

He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. “Does that make things…does that make you feel weird?” Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.

All you can do is shake your head. “No. It makes things…good.” Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. It’s a prank, his way of getting back at you for—

A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. “And now?”

“Still good. Better, actually.” Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, “will it hurt if I kiss you?”

“Don’t care.”

Despite him not caring, you certainly care if you’re going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. It’s not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you would’ve considered romantic before, but right now it’s the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.

Your body buzzes when Eddie’s tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.

Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.

“Mhm.” His smile threatens to break the kiss. “That’s it.”

You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.

Eddie’s hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch him—over his boxers, but not as gently as he touches you—makes you even wetter.

“Gotta have you.” He toys with your waistband but doesn’t explore further until he hears your ‘yes,’ pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. “Good girl,” he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.

The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. “Every time you say my name from now on,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna think about this.”

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.” It’s part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.

One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. “Careful, or I’ll—”

He’s interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billy’s eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupied—and by whom.

The intrusion startles you as well, but you’re much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.

“Get the fuck out!” you hiss.

Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until you’d spoken up. It’s clear she’s had quite a few more drinks since you’d seen her in the kitchen.

Whether it’s the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesn’t make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.

“Jesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isn’t moaning his name?” Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. “The lady said out. Now.”

Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.

Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. “Do me a favor, honey?” His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. “Turn around so you’re facing the mirror.”

You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and you’re out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, you’re determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.

“Be a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.” Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. “You got wetter when I called you a good girl, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.

A teasing pout graces Eddie’s lips. “Such a good girl. And only for me.”

“Only for you,” you echo.

He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. “Gotta be inside you,” he growls. “Gotta fuckin’ feel what a good girl you are.”

The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that you’re supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.

When you lift your head, you’re greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.

“Atta girl,” he praises.

At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. “Pussy’s even tighter than I imagined.”

The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They can’t buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.

He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. “Look at yourself,” he growls his reminder. “Look how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.”

You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddie’s lust-filled expression along with your own. He’s even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.

“Say it.” His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.

“S-Say what?” Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak you’d never before reached.

“That you’re beautiful.” He tugs you even closer to him, and there’s no mistaking his dominance for anything else. “So—goddamn—beautiful.”

You follow his order without a second thought. “I’m b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.”

Eddie’s hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. “That’s it; that’s my good girl.” Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.

One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: “your good girl.”

“Oh, fuck.” Everything is you—you and him together, and it drives him to the edge. “You…you gotta…’m so close,” he rambles.

“Me, too.” Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. It’s so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. “Eddie, oh, Eddie.”

He spills into you with a cry of your name. “H-ohmygod, holy fuckin’ shit.” His thrusts don’t stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.

Eddie’s chest presses against your back, but he’s careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.

A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddie’s hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.

“You with me?” Eddie’s worn-out voice asks you.

“Mhmm,” you hum in acknowledgment. “Don’t wanna move.”

Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.

The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain won’t be able to rest until it has an answer.

“Uh, Eddie?” you ask once you’ve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that you’ve had me you won’t have a reason to anymore?” You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.

Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. “I wouldn’t sit through O’Donnell’s class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If I’m gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then there’s a damn good reason I’m sitting my ass in that classroom.” With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a moment’s hesitation, cups your face in his hands. “Can I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?”

A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But you’re quick to let him in on what you found amusing.

“You mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harrington’s house isn’t the typical way romances start?”

A grin slowly slides across Eddie’s mouth and you swear it’s one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.

“A romance, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “If I’d known that’s what this was, I would’ve at least fucked you in a guest room.”

You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. “How about for round two?”

Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:

“You read my mind, Beautiful.”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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lyralit · 2 years

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[ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪʙᴇ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ

[under the break bc this is really long]

red

lipstick

cherry

blood

crimson

scarlet

brick

vermilion

cardinal

wine

beetroot

lobster

mercury / mars

apple

maroon

ruby

claret

rosy

poppy

blushing

watermelon

strawberry

grapefruit

anne

orange

peach

tangerine

auburn

ginger

fire

fox

amber

gold / golden

tawny

burnt

venus

cantaloupe

carrot

pumpkin

Titian

yam

tiger

marmalade

pepper

rust

butterfly

fall

apricot

squash

clay

yellow

sunny

sand

butter

syrup

medallion

golden

bee

honey

daffodil

sunflower

buttercup

sandstone

corn

lemon

yolk

dandelion

taxi

saturn

sunset

pencil

banana

pineapple

duck

schoolbus

potato

green

grass

spring

herb

juniper

chartreuse

clover

lucky

leprechaun

seaweed

pickle

leafro

earth

pistachio

basil

emerald

alligator

army

aloe

jade

olive

matcha

lime

blue

sky

ocean

crest

navy

cadet

aqua

blueberry

butterfly

robin's egg

lapis

flame

peppermint

jay

lavender

corn

wheat

cobalt

slate

denim

peacock

arctic

sapphire

purple

mountain

dawn

heather

violet

grape

eggplant

amethyst

cheshire

crocus

bruise

blackberry

ube

lavender

grape

plum

lilac

periwinkle

black currant

iris

orchid

beet

pink

blush

flamingo

guava

rose

peony

cherry blossom

salmon

lemonade

bubblegum

lotus

pig

cotton candy

punch

coral

hot pink

pink panther

rose quartz

blobfish

dragon fruit rind

rhubarb

lipgloss

[bonus: shades]

black

panther

night

pitch

onyx

jet black

coal

penguin

suit

cat

obsidian

zebra

diamond

raven

bat

magnet

oil

ebony

ants

black pearls

plum

squid ink

truffle

shadow

grey

cloud

dust

rocks

silver

smoke

ash

graphite

dolphin

iron

basalt

titanium

tin

dove

pigeon

slate

scales

smoke

flint

steel

white

marble

pearls

dove

linen

snow

porcelain

alabaster

ivory

cloud

bone

rice

foam

whipped cream

lace

eggs

lily

coconut

milk

zebra

polar

cream

brown

chocolate

cocoa

rabbit

bear

squirrel

bark

chestnuts

cinnamon

coconut

teddy bear

violin

caramel

coffee

cydney's backyard fence

mocha

penny

walnut

gingerbread

paper bags

acorns

mud

courtesy of @cydthesciencekid

#in the end it's mostly listing things that are those colours haha #also half of these are names #colours #writerblr #lyralit #creative writing #writers #writing #writblr #writers block #writing ideas #rainbow colours #colour spectrum #drawing reference #writing reference #colour dictionary #colour

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void-writing · 3 months

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"Leaving so soon...?"

"Queen of the Mountain" Chapter 8

My interpretation of what it looked like for Shanzha--queen of our hearts, though not the mountain--hunted down a yellow-bellied chicken for sport :)

@centuryberry

(a few little details:

The design I made for Shanzha's fancy fit includes a pink sheer sash that's draped over her arms. Here, she's used it to tie back the long sleeves of her outfit so they didn't get in the way of her draw :) I took archery classes when I was younger, and one of the principles they drilled into us was that if you have long hair, you either tie it back or resign yourself to the likelihood of getting a chunk of your hair yanked out by the bowstring. I figured this principle would also apply to fancy clothes with elegant, flowing sleeves (Shanzha's hair is pulled back enough that she decided it was worth the risk to take the singular shot she needed without binding it further).

You can't really see it, sadly, but on the little seals at the ends of Shanzha's bow, I wrote out the (simplified) Chinese character for "ice". It's a small detail that sadly didn't render well, but it's there.

The flowers in Shanzha's hair are hellebore (the pink one on the viewer's right)--representing peace, serenity, and tranquility, though also anxiety, stress and scandal, which I think encapsulates Shanzha's otome game route AND her present life pretty well--and glory of the snow (the two blue ones on the viewer's left)--meaning hop, renewal, and resilience in the face of adversity, which I think also fits Shanzha's character pretty well, with the added bonus of it being a winter flower as a nod to the frigid climate she lived in before.

She also has archery bracers on her arms! For that detail, I also was calling upon my experience in archery class with this because these guards are meant to protect the archer's forearm from getting smacked by the bowstring. I had put one on Shanzha's left arm because it was more central and easier to see before tricking myself into thinking it wouldn't make sense for her to have an arm guard on the arm holding the bow (which was a whoops on my part because that's where you're supposed to put it. I guess I was mixing it up with the finger guard tab that you have on your draw hand) and so Shanzha has one on both.

This has the fun implication that Shanzha is an ambidextrous archer (say that five times fast), meaning she can draw on either side (another fun archery fact is that the arm you hold the bow with is determined by what your dominant hand and eye is. In my case, it was my left eye, so despite me being right handed, I used a left-handed bow. However, it's possible to use any bow, especially if it doesn't have an arrow shelf--the little hook an arrow can rest in as you line up your shot, which is frequently what determines if a bow is right or left handed (the arrow shelf being on the opposite side of what the name would imply, meaning a left-handed bow is held in your left and drawn with your right and vise-versa). Shanzha's doesn't, so it's an ambidextrous bow! It just happens that in the case of this image, she's firing left-handed because her quiver--and thus her draw hand--is on her right.

Art process notes:

I ended up only using like...2/3 of the canvas lol and didn't realize until I had already done up my line art. So that's why there's a big empty blue space in the bottom 1/3.

Rim lighting, my beloved.

I used two of the color palettes from @fantasy-angelo 's Yue reference in coloring Shanzha (Dreamscape and Heather House). I mostly tried to stick with a cooler color palette which I think helped make those gold accents pop.

I did a little concept sketch on a sticky note before actually buckling down to do it, but when I started with the line art, I decided to push the perspective and line of action more, which led to the wonderful little detail of Shanzha having her foot planted on Peng's back and her resting her right hand on her quiver.

(The sketch in question)

I kind of phoned it in a little with the ice and the metal armor highlights and used an airbrush to give it the glow effect, but I'm actually really happy with how it turned out regardless! Work smarter not harder lmao.

The waterfall behind Shanzha (aka, the entrance to Water Curtain Cave) was done with a watercolor brush. This was actually my first time painting a waterfall and I'm very pleased with how it looks! The foam at the base of the waterfall was, once again, an air brush (specifically a droplet one, which gave it that nice splattery particle effect). I liked how the waterfall looked spilling over the boarders, so I didn't erase it :3

And now, I leave you with a meme:

(I was originally going to have her hold her bow, but I didn't like how it looked so I changed it to the big ass knife Shanzha cut the lion's head meatball with)

#screaming from the void #my art #queen of the mountain #lego monkie kid #that ice took for fucking EVER but im pretty happy with it :)#i tried a lot of new things in this so im proud of myself

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ragingbookdragon · 11 months

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Lindir x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: None

Author's Note: #wouldtoteswhoremyselfoutfortheelves :) <3 -Thorne

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It was, the act of Bofur getting up on a log and singing whilst his brothers threw food and silverware at one another that made her stand from her seat at Elrond’s table, hands flat on the wooden surface as she hissed, “Bofur. Get. Down.” Her eyes narrowed on the dwarf. “Right. Now,” she glowered, and he sheepishly did so, the rest of them going silent. She inhaled deeply, clearing her throat as she suggested, or threatened, “Why don’t you lot go clean up? You’ve had more than a fill of dinner.” It only took one solid glare from her to have them all rising from the tables and hurrying off somewhere down the halls.

She collapsed back into her chair and looked at Elrond. “My lord, I am, so sorry.”

Elrond chuckled. “Believe it or not, these would not be the first dwarves I’ve encountered before.”

“Yes, but I have half a mind to believe that the only reason they are acting so rudely is because we are in the presence of his lordship.” She looked to the other elves around, quietly murmuring an apology though many simply smiled politely; her eyes fell on the elf behind Elrond to his left and she smiled at him, tipping her head.

He must’ve taken that as an initiative because he grabbed a gorgeous crystal pitcher and asked, “Would you like some more wine?”

“Oh!” her smile grew, and she lifted her cup. “Please, uh, I don’t believe I ever caught your name.”

“Lindir,” he replied, pouring into her goblet. “My name is Lindir.”

“You have a beautiful name, Lindir,” she complimented. “What does it mean?”

He paused and met her gaze, almost as if confused that she was engaging in conversation with him rather than the others at the table; he happened to glance towards Elrond who gave him a rather hidden smile and gestured to the empty seat beside her. Lindir sat down and the other elves placed a plate in front of him, filling his wine goblet.

“My name comes from the word in our language, ‘lind’ meaning sing or chant.”

“Are you a singer?” she asked, and he cleared his throat, cheeks tinting pink.

“N-no, not often.”

“No need to be so bashful,” Elrond quipped and looked at her. “Lindir has a wonderful voice. Peaceful, soft, perfect for long ballads.”

Lindir looked as if he could match shades with the wine in their cups. “My lord,” he pleaded. “Please.”

Elrond simply smiled as if he hadn’t said a thing, continuing his conversation with Gandalf; she turned to him. “I haven’t had the chance, since Bofur made a fool,” she muttered under her voice. “But I’m a songstress.” She smiled proudly. “Once when I was a little girl, I sang for the hobbits in the Shire when my father and I passed through. I don’t think Bilbo remembers me, but then again it was almost three decades ago, so it’s understandable.”

“Perhaps you could sing for us?” Gandalf inquired, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he added, “Your voice is so lovely, my dear.”

She felt a bit flustered as the attention shifted to her and she hurriedly said, “Oh no, not after our bawdy tune.”

Elrond waved it off. “I choose to believe that your voice is much more dazzling than his.”

Swallowing thickly, she rose from the table and stiffly walked to where the center of the tables was, the elves who had been cleaning, now shifting out of the way. She inhaled deeply, let her shoulders loosen, and put on a beautiful smile as she began to sing.

“O the summer time has come, and the trees are sweetly bloomin’. And the wild mountain thyme grows around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

Her eyes began to slip shut as she remembered her father singing the song to her as they readied themselves when she was a young girl, to go pick flowers on the mountainside.

“I will build my love a bower, by yon pure crystal fountain. And round it I will place all the flowers o’ the mountain. Will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather will ye go lassie go?”

It brought a sweet sorrow to her chest and her voice almost faltered as she thought of the last time she held her father’s hand, a basket of thyme in the other as they walked down the mountain path.

“I will range through the wilds, and the deep glen sae dreamy. And return wi’ the spoils, tae the bower o’ my dearie, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice filled the air with a grace and many of the elves found themselves rather surprised at the songstress before them. Her voice softened around them, tears filling her eyes as she thought of her dearly departed father.

“If my true love he were gone, I would surely find another to pull wild mountain thyme, all round the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go?”

Her voice began to rise, and the elves began to play the instruments they had, finding the key with ease; her eyes opened, and she smiled widely at them as she began to dance around.

“And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather, will ye go lassie go? And we’ll all go together to pull wild mountain thyme. All around the bloomin’ heather. Will ye go lassie go?”

She danced as the elves played, coming to rest at Lindir’s shoulder as she finished gently, “Will ye go lassie go?”

Silence filled the air, and she couldn’t help but smile at the elf as he slowly began to clap, the others around following in suit, and she pranced back to where she’d originally stood and took a bow.

“Thank you, thank you,” she cooed. “I’m taking offers to be someone’s personal songstress if anyone is willing. All you have to do is feed and clothe me and I will sing for you whenever you wish.” A few chuckles sounded from Elrond and Gandalf, and she heard a clamor from down the halls. Immediately she frowned, and she looked at Elrond. “I’m going to go find those dwarves before we get banned from Rivendell.”

Elrond waved her off and he happened to look at Lindir who was watching her leave with an almost lovestruck expression. “Lindir, if I knew not better, I would believe you have fallen in love with her.”

Instantaneously, the elf stood up, jostling the table, the plate, and his wine, knocking it over. “What—I—No, oh,” he hurried, flustered as he righted everything, wiping the wine up. “I must take absence, Lord Elrond, please excuse me.”

He quickly walked off and Gandalf looked over at Elrond. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“I did not a thing.”

“Teasing the poor boy.”

Elrond sighed. “I’ve been waiting for Lindir to find a wife. Who could imagine the Gods would send a human to him.”

Gandalf sat back in his seat, smiling contently. “They will make a wonderful pairing.”

The elf raised his goblet, clinking it with the wizard’s. “That they will.”

#lindir x reader imagines #lindir x reader imagine #lindir x reader #lindir imagines #lindir imagine #lindir #the hobbit #hobbit #lord of the rings #lotr #gandalf the grey #gandalf #lord elrond #elrond #rivendell

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coffeeghoulie · 4 months

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Hey, hi, so uhm I’m having a kinda crappy week with a family member being in the hospital. Could you write something that maybe has to do with one of them being in the infirmary and everyone doing their best to help out with them? Just wanting to feel semi better about putting in so much effort.

I'm sorry about your family member, I hope everything's going alright. This took a bit to get done, but I hope it makes you feel better. <3

Content warnings for medical treatment (a nebulizer/breathing treatment)

Ghouls have stronger immune systems than most humans. Perks of being unholy beings, wrought in Hellfire and all of that. But the week or two after summoning Up Top is precarious, exposure to all sorts of human pathogens capable of knocking any unlucky new summons on their ass. Aeon gets lucky, his quintessence enough to bolster his immune system until he's in the clear.

Aurora, on the other hand? Not so much.

Less than a week after their joint summoning, Aurora finds herself in the Abbey infirmary, woozy and too warm and breath wheezing wetly in her chest, and she thinks she's dying. The human Sibling working the desk, a short, older woman, Heather, going off of her nametag, nods knowingly. She stands and leads her to a bed with a small table beside it, partitioned off from the rest of the infirmary by a curtain. "Aether and Omega are currently with other patients, but I'll let them know you're here, alright, boo? They should be in soon."

Aurora nods, trying to make herself comfortable on the stiff mattress as Heather leaves, closing the curtain behind her. She shifts, feeling small and miserable and she doesn't know what's going on. She thinks she's dying, or her vessel isn't accepting the summons, or-

The curtain opens again, and the biggest ghoul Aurora's ever seen walks in, and she's met Mountain and Aether. This ghoul is broad and tall, a shock of white hair against deep purple skin, and she shrinks back, growling on instinct as he approaches her.

It doesn't quite have the effect she hopes, her chest and throat protesting the noise. She turns, coughs, winces.

The bigger ghoul chuckles softly, holding his hands out in a placating gesture. "You must be Aurora, farfallina. I'm Omega. Heather says you're not feeling well?"

Aurora blinks slowly, brain slow. She nods. "Think I'm dying."

He smiles, shaking his head softly. "I know it feels like that, farfallina, but may I use my quintessence to see what's going on?"

She nods, sitting up a little, tail lashing on the bed as he sits down beside her. Aurora whines as her chest protests as she moves, eyes wide and watching Omega warily.

"I know you're newly summoned," He says, his movements slow and telegraphed. "I don't know if you've ever felt quintessence before."

Aurora shakes her head, arms crossed over her chest. "No," she says, cursing herself for how it makes her throat scream.

Omega winces in sympathy, slowly resting a hand between her shoulderblades, almost big enough to span her entire back. "It feels a little tingly, a little ticklish. I swear to the Old One that it won't hurt. Alright, farfallina?"

She nods, and feels something popping like bubbles over her skin, leaning into Omega's warm touch. He hums, brow furrowed slightly

"Well, good news, you're not dying," Omega says after a moment, rubbing her back gently. "You have pneumonia, which is very treatable with how early we've caught it. Your immune system's still getting used to being Up Top, and you probably caught it off of one of the siblings. I'm going to step out for a moment and find the nebulizer, which will help you breathe and clear the fluid from your lungs. It'll be no more than ten minutes, okay?"

She nods, leaning back on the pillows as he stands. Omega cocks his head, humming as he reaches behind her, arranging the pillows so she's more upright. He pushes the sweaty pink strands of hair off of her forehead, a tender gesture, and then he ducks behind the curtain, leaving her alone.

It's seven minutes before the curtain rustles again, and Aurora sits up. But it isn't Omega. It's Mountain, slightly more familiar, a kind look on his face. He has a mug in his hand, something herbal wafting up from it. "Hey, morning glory," he says, voice quiet. "Meg says you're not doing so good?"

Aurora coughs, rattling her small frame. She whines and curls up smaller in the infirmary bed as Mountain nods and hums. "Yeah, new ghoul sick. Ask Meg when he gets back, he can attest to this, I got knocked on my ass by something that my old Papa gave me. Was in the infirmary for two weeks. It sucked."

She giggles, only coughing a little, and Mountain smiles warmly. The giant earth ghoul sits at the side of the bed. He sets the cup down and turns to face her. "May I touch your forehead, morning glory?" He asks, voice low and rumbly.

She nods, sighing as Mountain rests the back of his hand against her forehead, his skin cool against hers. He clicks his tongue as he pulls his hand away. "Yeah, that's a bad fever, sweetheart."

"Feel like I'm dying. Omega said it was pneumonia," Aurora says, and Mountain coos, leaning over and grabbing the mug.

"Here, princess," he says, handing her the mug. "Drink this. It should help with the fever, coat your throat a little bit."

She sips at it as Mountain helps her hold it to her lips, wrinkling her nose at the bitterness of it, poorly disguised by a heavy dose of honey. He laughs softly, helping her drink. "I know, it doesn't taste that good, but it's good to keep you hydrated."

The curtain rustles, and both of the ghouls look up as Omega steps back into the room, a clear plastic mask attached to a small machine in his hands. He scoffs, grinning at Mountain, his tail swishing behind him. "Stealing my patients, are we, alpine?"

Mountain grins back. "A little tea never hurt."

Omega chuffs, setting the machine down on the bedside table. "Finish that tea up, and we'll get you started on a breathing treatment, farfallina."

Aurora nods, swallowing down the last of the tea. Mountain sets the mug on the table, shifting so Omega has room to work.

"This is gonna be a little loud, Aurora," Omega says, crouching down so he's eye level with her, showing her the plastic mask. "This'll help you breathe in the medication. I'll admit, it doesn't taste great, but it will make you feel better."

"Okay," Aurora whispers, her throat already feeling better from the tea. Omega leans in, carefully situating the mask in place over her face. Mountain shifts so she's sitting in the vee of his legs, guiding her to lean back against him as Omega starts the nebulizer.

The sudden noise makes her jump, hackles bristling, but Mountain coos, rubs his big hands up and down her arms, and she relaxes, taking long, deep breaths of the medication.

"We've got you, morning glory," he whispers. "You're in good hands, you'll be right as rain in no time."

She hasn't known either of them for very long, but she finds herself believing them.

#i've never written omega before please forgive me lmao #also i spent wayyyy too long trying to remember what pneumonia felt like bc i had it but 16 years ago #dot's writing #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul #omega ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #phantomsboyfriend #cw hospital

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omies-odd-writing-spot · 1 month

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Fort

Gift story thing for @raventroll80 [this... turned out a loot longer then I meant it to.... But that's what I e been doing lately]

Fort:

Heather woke up more than a little confused, it smelled and felt like her bed but it was a lot cooler than she was used to. If not almost cold, and that was weird but sometimes happened. The girl tried to sort out where she was, managing to remember the bigger than big person. Being carried by him outside and the glowing… portal.

Like what some of the monsters came out of, but a different color and felt cooler then the hot-ness that the monster portals. Those looked like the embers of those cooking fires in the sanctuary harbors.

…had he found her mom?

Heather flopped back in her bed, trying to get under the blankets again. Thinking of what she saw while being carried before a massive hand had lifted and held her to the Mountain’s armored chest. Almost wrapping around her upper body. Stopping her from getting more than a glimpse of wet, sticky stuff the monsters liked to pile up. The girl remembered just getting a few seconds of looking up at the rusty red ‘sky’ and the dark orange in the clouds above. It was not much, but everything had seemed hazy around them like fog trying to roll in as he walked. It had been hard to breath before being uncomfortable with the portal.

She rolled over under her blanket and onto something cold and hard. Feeling around and then found a silver and blue tablet-like pad, relieved to find it. A little puzzled at the message on it before the rest of her memories kicked in. The girl tried to stay in bed as long as she could, talking by carefully typing under the blanket to the other person… Vega. He was nice, and like the city AI before she stopped responding to everything.

Heather wondered what the stars looked like at this place. She had not seen them for a long time even before the basement-bunker. Vega said, on the tablet, that there were a lot of stars. He also got the girl to sit up as she really woke up and look for her slippers on the bed.

Little pink and yellow knitted slippers were found, and armed with not just the tablet, but a defensive easter bunny. Heather padded out of the semi-empty room she was in. Blinking at the light but following the instructions to find a bathroom she could use.

After a good five or ten minutes later, Heather felt much better! She even remembered and figured out how to wash her hands on her own!

Now the drawback of the situation, the child was wide awake and in a new place.

It was big and anything but plain. The walls had all sorts of carvings in and on them. Even some areas looked like there should be a window in the wall, but it was only smooth polished shiny stone. Heather could not even reach the bottom edge.

Did the Mountain make these? He should have painted the window!

Heather had made a lot of pictures of windows with her mom at the bunker. Maybe the Mountain could do that too!

…where was the Mountain?

The girl looked around for the first time, puzzled, and then she walked back to where her bed had been placed. Being much more awake she was taking in the massive halls around her. The room that her bed and several things from the bunker was in, also had other boxes and bins. Heather poked at those that were not sealed, finding some blankets, and she asked Vega on the tablet to have a colorful green one with sunflowers on it.

With permission she pulled it to the bed.

Heather sat up on the bed as a thought popped up. She carefully typed out the question after another good look around. ‘Am I in the closet?’

The mountain was so big, everything was really big except the one space of the bathroom. There was a two second pause before Vega responded by text.

‘No Heather, you’re not in a closet. It was an empty store room.’ The city-like AI tried to explain, ‘The other things are what the Slayer found in the neighborhood you were in.’

‘Closet!’ Heather giggled, thinking of the big walk in closet her and her mother had slept in for several weeks before finding the basement bunker. She kicked her slipper covered feet in the air on the side of the bed, looking around and thought for the Mountain it was more like that size to him. The girl tried to explain it, and Vega seemed to like her thought.

The girl got up and felt brave enough to leave her easter bunny on the bed, having spotted the familiar table with some more boxes. One was open and still had the pictures she drew by herself or what Heather and her mother did together. Very careful, because she knew paper was special now, she looked for her favorite picture.

It was one of those that her mother hand drew a window frame and let Heather make something inside. There was another one that Heather picked up and set on her bed, staring and touching both. The favorite picture they made together, and

Heather’s favorite window picture her mom had drawn of them and the dad she could not really remember well. It was just their backs, but heather was supposed to be, between her parents. She could tell by the color of their hair.

Careful not to crinkle the picture, Heather hugged it, being so careful. Then set it down and picked up the other picture. She was really, really proud of it, and it was the first picture that took her days to finish.

This was a better picture to give, Heather wanted to keep the one her mom made. Excited, she ran to the door. Stopped just outside to stare at the massively tall and wide hallway. Her nerve gave out and Heather ran back to the bed to set the picture down and grab her easter bunny to hug for comfort. After finger spelling several words like counting to calm down she reached for the tablet.

‘Can I give thing to-’ Heather paused, realizing she did not know how to spell mountain. She thought, and then tried to spell it several times.

‘Mountain?’ Vega supplied, with a picture of a mountain.

Heather brightened up and nodded. Paused and then tried to finger spell the letters in her way to start to remember. After that she made the sign for Mountain.

‘Do you mean the Slayer is the Mountain?’ Vega’s question popped up on the screen.

‘Moundtan,’ Heather paused, finger spelled the word Vega wrote, and after a second tried again. Half copping what was written already, ‘Mountain played with the monsters, and came into the bunker? What does s l a y e r mean?’

‘Slayer is the name of the mountain that saved you.’

Heather tilted her head, that was an odd name. Mountain seemed to fit, and she knew that sign. She wondered if he had made his name as a sign, he seemed to have been just learning it sometimes. ‘Can I give a gift to him? please?’

‘You can give the Slayer a gift.’ Vega responded through the text, ‘I am sure he will love one. Is it one of the drawings?’

The girl nodded excitedly, then paused, not sure where Vega could or did see her in the room. ‘Yesyes! I made it in the hiding spot before the bacemint!‘

‘Basement,’ Vega corrected, Heather trying to spell the letters out again. Not knowing that Vega was continually evaluating the girl and already had a lesson plan for her to get back on track for learning. ‘If you go outside, follow me through the purple lights. I will lead you to the Greenhouse area. You must go slow on the stairs, okay Heather?’

‘Purple light, slow on stairs.’ Heather repeated, holding the tablet and paper before pausing. Staring at her easier bunny, really wanting to take it too. She looked around and poked at the open boxes before finding her bag. Emptying it on the bed carefully, and repacking it, making sure she had all the things that were supposed to stay inside her backpack that her mom said. Hesitated and only put two cans of soup back in instead of the five like normal, as well as the packet of wishes and treasures her and her mom found. The other three were carefully hidden under her bed, not aware that the Slayer could and had just lifted it up to move it.

The paper was put in the backpack, then taken out and the pad put instead with the easter bunny. Feeling a lot braver now, Heather dared to go back in the hall, looking all around before seeing lights on the ground and on one side of the hall changing color and moving away. She padded after with her bright slippers, she was already following the moving lights through several halls before realizing she had not changed her clothes.

Heather remembered the Mountain sniffed her all at once. She stopped and looked down at the loose, slightly too big tan shirt she had on. Setting the picture down Heather grabbed the front and lifted it to sniff herself. Should she have a bath? Was that why he had sniffed her?

The girl had no idea where a bath would be, almost taking her backpack off to ask through the tablet. But she hesitated, thinking hard enough it was visible she picked up the picture off the ground and looked around.

The hall was so big.

So were several rooms that were open, and though Heather dared to peek she did not enter them. Following the moving purple light to a large, long set of stairs that curved with a room. They looked around, hesitating on going down the steps that were at least a few feet each. Was this what Vega meant?

Then Heather spotted the oddness of the far left side of the stairs, walking over and found that it had a smaller set of stairs built into the side of the larger ones. The girl sat down on the top stair, seeing the purple light moving on the edging of the stairs. Even the light was going downwards slowly, so she scooted down one step at a time, doing as she was asked: going slow down the stairs.

Sitting on the last step to rest, watching the lights going down a hall in this new level. Heather looked up and all around, fascinated at the place that was so different from what she was used to. Yet she was not scared, a little nervous but the lights were still there moving slower and kept returning. She got up again and went back to following the lights to one of the many big closed doors.

Heather hesitated as the colored lights all vanished, but the door opened. The girl gasped as warm air rolled out. It smelled right here as Heather walked slowly into the area. The light felt warm and not painful like on the surface. Something like her earliest memories, only…better. The smell of living plants, not the bitter sweet of ‘outside’ or too salty of the survivor camps and docks.

There were so many different shades of green in the stacked growing beds. More than Heather had ever imagined on her own. She thought the pictures in the books her mother brought her were fake sometimes. The girl walked into the room as if in a trance, holding her picture with one hand and reached to a massive leaf that seemed bigger than her head. Heather was very careful to just lightly touch the big leaf, and startled at feeling it being so… firm. Having only really felt weeds that clung, or grasses that survived.

Heather was so lost in the wonder and amazement that she did not notice the glowing eyes watching her until heather backed up too far to look up. She squeaked and dropped, being top heavy with her backpack, the girl holding her picture up to protect it.

There was a deep rumble that Heather sort of recognized before it seemed like the world was moving around her. She held her picture up higher to try and protect it and squeaked as a shadow blocked out the bright grow lights. There was that low rumble again that Heather felt, and then a massive hand wrapped around the girl. Lifting and pulling her closer to the vibration, as the world kept moving without her input.

Then she saw the glowing eyes, twisting a bit before starting to realize that the Mountain was here. He was setting her down and finishing rolling onto his side instead of laying on his back. No armor like before, but the mossy-egg color of the long sleeve…shirt? Outfit? It was like a long sleeve but seemed weirdly loose on the giant. Heather was not aware it was to give him range of movement. But she reached out with her left hand to pat the big hand as it started to draw back, there was a pause and the hand carefully patted her legs.

Heather jumped with a squeak as she remembered her picture, and the giant grunted around her. Startling as well, and that made Heather tense up as she was startled by him, being startled… by her…

The girl stared up with wide brown eyes up at the Mountain, the two both were rather confused about what just happened. He hands both hands hovering around the tiny human.

“...?” Heather blinked slowly, looked down and turned her picture around. Holding up the picture for the Mountain to see. The window frame her mother drew, and the park that Heather had tried to draw based on pictures she had seen in books. The trees were a mix of different kinds and in the foreground was something she had seen. A big kangaroo male that had kicked a monster and made it go flying. “Ah…I…”

Heather had to pause, think about her lessons with her mother of how to say certain things. She liked sign more, but Vega said that the Mountain could hear, and was just learning sign. “Tthha…th-ank yu?”

The girl set the picture between the big hand and herself, not sure if she spoke aloud correctly. And signed a bit slower, just in case the Mountain…Slayer needed it to keep up. Thank you. Nice Mountain, gift for you! Window for the no windows? I made it!

She was watching the giant Mountain as he was slowly starting to relax, bracing a hand near her before reaching over to pull the big paper closer to him. He looked puzzled, and then softened a bit in his strange but familiar face. Slowly moving from laying on his side to sitting up, Heather beside his left knee as he picked the paper up. It looked like a big sticky note between his fingers as he studied it.

The big rumble was back, low and vibrating through the ground almost. And when Heather turned to sit up and put her hands on his knee she felt it some more. Thank you. Pretty.

Heather brightened up at the slow sign back, wiggling happily. Then asked the current burning question, grasping the gray fabric of his loose pants to tug for attention. Letting go to ask. Is green real mountain? Are the green all real? Green plants!

Plants are real. The Mountain blinked down at her, tilted his head and looked confused, then looked up as if he had to double check. Want to see?

Heather gasped, nodding and bounced in place. Squeaking aloud as the giant Mountain moved, picking her up with his free hand and Heather hand to brace against his shoulder once moved over to it. She was not let go as the Slayer Mountain was getting up before signing as he stretched once standing up. The girl stilled as she saw… all the green things from where she was being held up so high up. The layered grow beds, the odd little drones hovering around helping to take care of them.

“...greeen…” Heather breathed in clear wonder as the Mountain walked, having never seen so much living green in one place that was not grass. She gripped the fabric of his shirt over the shoulder, trying to pull herself up to look around more. But he was holding her legs to keep the girl from falling.

Then the bigger, deep rumble came out of his chest. Vibrating in a way that was nice and did not seem to stop if he inhaled or exhaled.

Green things is a treasure. Heather signed to herself, as if remembering something being told to her. Before having to grip the fabric again, like the child was trying to ground herself as she tried to look all around at the plants.

#omie's writing #doom fanfiction #doom slayer #doom eternal #doomguy #troll! doomguy au #Heather is a good nugget #Slayer is just Mountain now

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l1ft-l1ft1ng-l1ft3d · 11 months

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What I l1ft3d 5/1/2023 - 5/31/2023

B@rn3s & N0bl3:

- 6 books (5/1/2023)

- PaperSource Mountain tote bag

- 5 books (5/6/2023)

- B&N canvas tote bag (teal)

- ShedRain Windjammer umbrella

- 6 books (5/11/2023)

- 3 books (5/16/2023)

- 8 books (5/18/2023)

- Out of Print Eric Carle Hungry Caterpillar tote bag

- 4 books (5/19/2023)

- Moomin tote bag

- Keep Calm and Read On bookmark

- 3 books (5/22/2023)

- Fjallraven backpack

- 8 books (5/26/2023)

- B&N canvas tote (gray)

- 4 books (5/30/2023)

¢V$:

- CeraVe Renewing SA Cleanser

- Billie Whipped Shave Cream

- Kitsch The Satin Pillowcase (Ivory)

- CeraVe Acne Foaming Cream Cleanser

- Cottonelle Flushable Wipes

D1ck'$ $p0rt1ng G00d$:

- Nike sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (yellow)

- Nike Sportswear embroidered logo t-shirt (black)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts w/large elastic band (chartreuse)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts (blue)

- 2 Nike Sportswear embroidered logo t-shirt (guava, gray)

- Nike Sportswear athletic shorts (burnt orange)

- Nike Sportswear cotton shorts (gray)

- Hydroflask 24 oz. bottle w/sip lid (pastel aqua)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (black)

- Nike athletic shorts w/large elastic band (gray)

- 49 brand Giants pullover hoodie sweatshirt (dark gray)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck pullover sweatshirt (gray)

- Nike athletic shorts (mauve)

- Nike Sportswear graphic logo oversized t-shirt (olive)

- Adidas crewneck pullover sweatshirt w/elastic bottom hem detail (charcoal)

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (blue)

- Calia short sleeve t-shirt (gray)

- Calia sleeveless t-shirt (white) 71

- 2 pairs Calia athletic shorts (tomato bisque, goldenrod)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck graphic logo pullover sweatshirt (ivory + aqua)

- Nike DriFit athletic shorts (black)

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (olive)

- Stanley 40 oz The Flowstate Quencher H2.0 Tumbler (Tigerlily)

- 47 Giants long sleeve baseball shirt

- Calia polo neck pullover sweatshirt (florescent yellow)

- Calia straight leg crop sweatpants (gray)

- Stanley 30 oz Ice Flow Tumbler with Flip Straw (lime + forest green)

- Nike Sportswear crewneck sweatshirt (yellow)

- Nike bike shorts (black)

H0bby L0bby:

- 2 X-Acto knives (regular + small)

H0m3 G00ds:

- Yeti Rambler Colster Can Insulator

J.C. P3nn3y:

- Levi's Shaping Capri jeans

- Wrangler graphic logo t-shirt (light blue)

- Adidas Cloudfoam tennis shoes (rainbow)

- Levi's 501 Cut-Off Short (dark denim)

- Levi's crewneck embroidered logo pullover sweatshirt (pastel pink)

- ANA sleeveless sundress (olive + white tropical flowers)

- ANA button-down polo neck sundress (olive)

- ANA spaghetti strap dress (olive floral)

- ANA shift dress (black)

- Levi's denim button down shirt (med. blue)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts

- 2 Levi's graphic t-shirts (black, white)

M@cy's:

- Kipling mini crossbody bag (cherry red)

- Kipling backpack (med., gray)

- Kipling mini backpack (black w/raindrops)

- Calvin Klein Performance full zip hoodie (electric green)

- Kipling medium over the shoulder purse (gray)

- Kipling minimalist wallet (army green pattern)

- Levi's 501 shorts (med. length/med. blue denim)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie sweatshirt (stone gray)

- Kipling backpack (cherry red)

- 2 Guess wallets (black - large + small)

- Levi's 501 cut off shorts (black)

- And Now This ruched peasant blouse (black)

- Levi's Shaping Skinny Jeans

- Levi's denim overall dress

- Levi's cropped peasant blouse (blue + green plaid)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip sweatshirt (black)

- 2 Calvin Klein Performance cropped straight leg sweat pants (black, heather gray)

- 2 And Now This tank tops (white, cocoa)

Levi's button down denim shirt (light, distressed)

- Levi's spaghetti strap sundress (checkers)

- Ralph Lauren short pajama set (white w/floral)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (ivory)

- Wacoal convertible bra (black)

- Calvin Klein Performance full zip hoodie (dark heather gray)

- Calvin Klein Performance full-zip hoodie (sky blue)

- Levi's graphic logo t-shirt (black)

- Levi's button-down short sleeve shirt (green + white stripes)

- Levi's High-Waisted Mom Jeans (med. denim)

- Calvin Klein Performance logo hoodie (heather gray)

- And Now This short sleeve bodysuit (pastel blue)

M@r1n@ M@rk3tpl@ce:

- Burt's Bees Aloe & Coconut Oil After Sun Soother

0ff1c3 D3p0t:

- Pilot Dr. Grip Frosted Ball Point Pen

- Pilot Dr. Grip Ball Point Pen Refills (2-ct)

$pr0ut$:

- Badger Organic Cuticle Care

- Pacifica Silver Moon Parfum

- Hello Antiplaque + Whitening Toothpaste Tablets

- 3 Pacifica Parfums (Island Vanilla, Tuscan Blood Orange, Persian Rose)

- Zum Mist Aromatherapy Room + Body Spray (Frankincense & Myrrh)

- Olika refillable spray moisturizing hand sanitizer

- Olika hand sanitizer refill

- Pacifica perfume (French Lilac)

- Zum Mist Aromatherapy Room + Body Spray (Patchouli)

- Humble Natural Deodorant (Palo Santo & Frankincense)

$t@rbuck$:

- Sign language art Starbucks mug

- Yosemite Pin Drop Collection Starbucks Mug

T@rg3t:

- Vornado Whole Room Air Circulator (w/interchangeable base plate discs)

- Vornado Whole Room Air Circulator

- Owala Free Sip water bottle (24 oz - tangerine)

- Reusable silicone menstrual disc

- Fine'ry Sun-Phoria body mist

- Olive & June The Poppy mani tool

- Owala Free Sip water bottle (24 oz - plum)

- Fine'ry I'm A Musk Eau de Parfum

- Fine'ry Magnetic Candy body mist

- Differin Dark Spot Correcting Serum

- 2 Casaluna sateen standard pillowcases

- EOS tropical summer lip balm (set of 4)

- Being Frenshe Awaken & Uplift Citrus Amber Glow On Perfume Oil

- American Tourister hard side checkered carry-on rolling suitcase

Ült@:

- The Body Shop Moringa Body Butter (6.75 oz)

- Lanolips 101 Ointment Multipurpose Superbalm

- Drunk Elephant Virgin Marula Luxury Facial Oil

- Byoma Brightening Serum

- Briogeo B. Well Organic + Australian 100% Tea Tree Oil

- Dr. PawPaw Lip Scrub & Lip Balm Duo

- Essie On a Roll Apricot Cuticle Oil

- O.P.I. Nail Lacquer (Yank My Doodle)

- L'Occitane En Provence Ultra Rich Body Cream

- Drunk Elephant Protini Polypeptide Cream

- Origins Ginzing Refreshing Eye Cream (Original)

- Hero Force Shield Superfuel Serum Stick

- Lanolips Lip Water (Watermelon)

- Lanolips 101 Ointment Fruities Trio

- Drunk Elephant C-Tango Multivitamin Eye Cream

- Cosrx Advanced Snail 96 Mucin Power Essence

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Rosarco Milk Leave-In Conditioning Spray

- Briogeo Farewell Frizz Smoothing Conditioner

- Kenra Platinum Blow Dry Spray (6 fl. oz.)

- Bumble and Bumble BB Hairdresser's Invisible Oil

- Mario Badescu Skin Care Drying Lotion

- Soap & Glory Hand Food Intensive Hand Balm (Original Pink)

W@lm@rt:

- 2 Prep Solutions Silicone Grease Keeper & Strainer

- Cottonelle Flushable Wipes (2-pk)

Total: 197 items

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Warrior Cats Prefixes- H

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Haddock-: "[noun] a silvery-gray bottom-dwelling fish of North Atlantic coastal waters, related to the cod"

Hail-: "[noun] pellets of frozen rain which fall in showers from cumulonimbus clouds"

Hare-: "[noun] a fast-running, long-eared mammal that resembles a large rabbit, having long hind legs and occurring typically in grassland or open woodland"

Harrier-: "[noun] any of the several species of diurnal hawks sometimes placed in the subfamily Circinae of the bird of prey family Accipitridae. Harriers characteristically hunt by flying low over open ground, feeding on small mammals, reptiles, or birds"

Haven-: "[noun] harbor or port; [noun] a place of safety or refuge"

Hawk-: "[noun] a bird of prey with broad rounded wings and a long tail, typically taking prey by surprise with a short chase"

Hawthorn-: "[noun] a thorny shrub or tree of the rose family, with white, pink, or red blossoms and small dark red fruits (haws)"

Hay-: "[noun] grass that has been mown and dried for use as fodder"

Haze-: "[noun] a slight obscuration of the lower atmosphere, typically caused by fine suspended particles"

Hazel-: "[noun] a temperate shrub or small tree with broad leaves, bearing prominent male catkins in spring and round hard-shelled edible nuts in autumn; [noun] a reddish-brown or greenish-brown color"

Heath-: "[noun] an area of open uncultivated land, especially in Britain, with characteristic vegetation of heather, gorse, and coarse grasses; [noun] a dwarf shrub with small leathery leaves and small pink or purple bell-shaped flowers, characteristic of heathland and moorland"

Heather-: "[noun] a purple-flowered Eurasian heath that grows abundantly on moorland and heathland"

Heavy-: "[adj] of great weight; difficult to lift or move; [adj] of great density, thick or substantial"

Hedge-: "[noun] a fence or boundary formed by closely growing bushes or shrubs"

Hedgehog-: "[noun] a small nocturnal Old World mammal with a spiny coat and short legs, able to roll itself into a ball for defense"

Hemlock-: "[noun] a highly poisonous European plant of the parsley family, with a purple-spotted stem, fernlike leaves, small white flowers, and an unpleasant smell"

Hen-: "[noun] a female bird, especially of a domestic fowl"

Heron-: "[noun] a large fish-eating wading bird with long legs, a long S-shaped neck, and a long pointed bill"

Herring-: "[noun] a silvery fish that is most abundant in coastal waters"

Hibiscus-: "[noun] a plant of the mallow family, grown in warm climates for its large brightly colored flowers"

Hickory-: "[noun] a chiefly North American tree of the walnut family that yields useful timber and typically bears edible nuts"

Hidden-: "[adj] kept out of sight and concealed"

Hill-: "[noun] a naturally raised area of land, not as high or craggy as a mountain"

Hive-: "[noun] a container for housing honeybees; [noun] a colony of bees"

Hollow-: "[noun] a hole or depression in something; [adj] having a hole or empty space inside"

Holly-: "[noun] a widely distributed shrub, typically having prickly dark green leaves, small white flowers, and red berries"

Hollyhock-: "[noun] a tall Eurasian plant of the mallow family, widely cultivated for its large showy flowers"

Honey-: "[noun] a sticky yellowish-brown fluid made by bees and other insects from nectar collected from flowers"

Honeybee-: "[noun] a stinging winged insect that collects nectar and pollen, produces wax and honey, and lives in large communities"

Honeysuckle-: "[noun] a widely distributed climbing shrub with tubular flowers that are typically fragrant and of two colors or shades, opening in the evening for pollination by moths"

Hoot-: "[noun] a deep or medium-pitched musical sound, often wavering or interrupted, that is the typical call of many kinds of owl"

Hop-: "[noun] a hopping movement; [adj] (of a person) move by jumping on one foot"

Hope-: "[noun] a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen"

Hornet-: "[noun] a large stinging wasp that typically nests in hollow trees"

Horse-: "[noun] a large plant-eating domesticated mammal with solid hoofs and a flowing mane and tail"

Hound-: "[noun] a dog of a breed used for hunting, especially one able to track by scent"

Howl-: "[noun] a long, loud, doleful cry uttered by an animal such as a dog or wolf; [verb] make a howling sound"

Humming-: "[verb] make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee"

Hummingbird-: "[noun] a small nectar-feeding tropical American bird that is able to hover and fly backward, typically having colorful iridescent plumage"

Hurricane-: "[noun] a storm with a violent wind, in particular a tropical cyclone in the Caribbean"

Hush-: "[noun] a silence"

Hyacinth-: "[noun] a bulbous plant of the lily family, with strap-like leaves and a compact spike of bell-shaped fragrant flowers"

#warrior cats #worldbuilding

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cleverclove-arts · 1 year

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Why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty.

Image ID below!

[Image ID: A digitally-drawn comic. Each panel contains lyrics from Conan Gray’s Heather.

Image 1: A drawing of Ophelia from Hamlet. She is smiling against a blue sky with pink clouds and a mountain. Hearts and stars are drawn around her. The text reads, “Brighter than a blue sky…”

Image 2: A drawing of two hands holding the other against a rosy pink background. The one on the right is pale, while the one on the left is dark tan. It is implied that these hands belong to Hamlet and Ophelia, respectively. Hearts are drawn around them. The text reads, “She’s got you mesmerized…”

Image 3: A drawing of a single broken white heart. It is shown against a pure black background. The text reads, “…while I die.”

/End ID.]

#my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #hamlet #ophelia #horatio #<- this is implied to be from his pov haha #hamratio #tragic danish boyfriends #<- unrequited. at least in this one. :’)#hamphelia

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necrobotany-bos · 2 years

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Faerie Witch Guide

Altar Items/Symbols/Decorations: Fae stars, Milk, Apples, Wildflowers, Mushrooms, Alcohol, Fairy Statues, Butterfly symbolism, Bee symbolism, Dried or fresh fruit, Fresh water, Plants, Bells, Bubbles, Non-plastic Glitter, Tree symbolism, Dancing, Four-leaf clovers, Nuts and seeds

What not to include on a Fae altar: Anything plastic or unnatural like plastic glitter (the fae hate littering), Chocolate (very dangerous for animals), Himalayan Salt (it gets its pink color from iron and iron repels fae), anything iron

Stones and Crystals: Pink tourmaline, Rose quartz, Aura quartz, Chrysoprase, Amethyst, Peridot, Opal (opalite), Tree agate, Moss agate, Dyed quartz, Holey stones, Goldstone, Copper, Honey calcite, Calcite (any)

Herbs and Plants: Rose, Lavender, Thyme, Chamomile, Blackberry, Apple, Clover, Elderberry, Violet, Bluebells, Lilac, Peony, St John’s Wort, Oak, Holly, Willow, Moss, Ferns, Dandelions, Berries, Heather

Deities: Brigid, Aine, Rhiannon, Lugh, Morrigan

Scents/Incense/Essential Oils: Bergamot, Lavender, Rose, Fir, Pine, Ylang Ylang, Geranium, Jasmine, Lemongrass, Strawberry, Violet, Gardenia, Grapefruit, Oakmoss, Tea tree

Natural Gateways (to the Fae realm): Rivers, Stone and Tree Arches, Lakes, Springs, Mountains, Old Trees, Wishing Wells, Hills, Wildflower Fields, Stone Circles, Flower Gardens, Rainbows, Clover Patches, Mushroom Circles

Fae Elements: Water, Earth, Air, Fire, Moon, Sun, Stars

Spells and Magic the Fae can help with: Cottage witchcraft, Kitchen witchery, Garden magic, Prosperity, Happiness, Elemental magic, Art, Life, Animals, Cannabis, Solar and Lunar energies, Nature magic, Air witchcraft, Fertility spells, Magic that doesn’t involve children

OFFERINGS

Milk

Honey

Anything small and shiny

Rings

Beads

Pretty Rocks and Crystals

Cream

Sweets (natural)

Cakes and Cookies

Clean Water

Fresh Fruit

Alcohol or Juice

Natural items

DEVOTIONAL ACTS

Clean up litter

Spend more time in nature, especially near natural gateways

Wear a floral perfume

Help animals whenever you can

Grow a Faerie garden

Study local fae

Stay hydrated with fruit-infused water, floral-infused water, or teas

Have an outdoor party or picnic to honor the fae

Make offerings regularly, especially when asking for favors

Things going missing or suddenly lost is a sign that the Fae are near

Carry a sachet of, or wear a locket of rose quartz, thyme, st John’s wort, rose petals and lavender to attract fae and help you see them

Dance, Sing and make Art

FAE COURTS

This is only a small portion of known Fae courts, so please acknowledge that there’s far more than just this. Be careful with the Fae, and stay educated on them.

Spring Court

Very cheerful faeries who celebrate life in all its forms. They are the most inclined to pull pranks, though these could potentially turn dangerous when they fail to realize how fragile non-fae are. They love flowers and spread happiness and joy. They enjoy dancing and prefer not to think about death at all, and the other courts often see them as naive. Polite, seductive and curious.

Summer Court

Well-mannered and polite, though not as cheerful as the spring court. Not afraid of death, but wishes to enjoy life anyways. Smart, but not conceited. Will punish those who harm and insult them, but are not prone to kill or torture unless they’re absolutely furious. They prefer to respect life rather than take it away.

Autumn Court

Mysterious and strange yet very beautiful. They view death as a natural part of life, and do not understand the hate and fear surrounding it. They are not conceded, but do hold grudges when wronged. When disrespected, they become very cruel, often cursing or torturing those who fail to respect them for their own amusement. The autumn court, however, does give the best gifts and boons out of all the courts. When respected, they will show that courtesy right back. Those on their good side are very fortunate.

Winter Court

Hearts of ice, both figuratively and literally. Expect death when dealing with them, as they do not care for life and only focus on decay. They are cruel, and proud of it. Threatening, dark and eerie. Hates mortal creatures, and thinks other courts are weak. They gain amusement from their own cruelty.

Seelie and Unseelie

The general idea is that Seelie are good, holy and pure. Unseelie are considered unholy, tainted and evil. Spring and Summer could be considered Seelie, while Autumn and Winter could be considered Unseelie. While these definitions seem blunt, the reality is not as clear-cut. Unseelie can be kind and take in mortals to provide for them (though they probably consider them “pets” more than anything), while Seelie can play evil pranks without realizing how harmful they can be, and they definitely won’t apologize for it. These terms are complicated, and every Fae is as unique as a snowflake. However, these definitions still might be useful for getting a general idea of how to interact with the Fair Folk.

FAERIE CONDUCT

Whatever you do, don’t be rude to them. Fae are old and powerful creatures, and will take revenge if hurt or insulted. Avoid being nosey when it comes to faerie business, be gracious when accepting gifts or blessings they give you, and never approach them with iron on your person.

Do not lie, as fae can sense truth and will punish liars. Also remember to always keep your promises to them, they expect diligence in others.

Do not say sorry, thank you, or accept any gifts from them. This means you become in debt to the fae, and that is a very bad thing to be. Say “I appreciate this” or something like it instead.

Do not give them your real name. That gives them power over you. You should give them a nickname, alias or title instead.

Do not mention any children, infants or loved ones to them. The Fae love kids, but they have a tendency to steal them and put one of their own in their place. They will also cause misfortune upon your loved ones if mistreated, so it’s best not to mention them at all.

Do not provoke them or invade their space

Don’t call them “the fae” or “fairies” to their face. Say “fair folk” or “good neighbors” instead

Ask if something is a gift or a contract. If it’s a gift, it may be considered rude to not take it

Do not dance with them or accept food or drink from them. This usually ends with you dancing until you die, or being forever tied and abducted into the fae realm.

Mind your words. The Fae are masters of trickery, they’re naturally mischievous in nature. They take things very literally, and even if you don’t break any of these rules explicitly, they could misconstrue your words and mess up a request. Choose your words VERY carefully, especially when asking for help.

How to tell if Faeries are nearby:

Feeling warm tingles across your skin

Things go missing and reappear elsewhere in your home

You see things out the corner of your eyes

You find yourself wanting to participate in childish activities like swinging and skipping

Random floral scented breezes

You have a habit of bringing nature inside

You find yourself wanting to save insects instead of killing them when you find them inside

Faerie circles

You are followed by crows and ravens

Increased animal activity

Shimmers in the air

You hear mysterious giggling

You find large patches of clovers

Faerie Garden Ideas

Thyme is often used for Faerie communication

Heather marks the resting place of faeries

Alyssum is useful in faerie gardens

Buttercups, Columbines, Dianthus/Sweet William, Hollyhock, Jasmine, Peony, Primrose and Rosemary are associated with faeries and are known to invite them

Hawthorn is sacred to faeries, so don’t mess with Hawthorn trees

Hummingbirds and Rabbits are associated with Faeries, so having them in your garden is a good thing

NOTES

Many fae are not humanoid or traditionally “cute”. Do not be alarmed if you see one and it’s not what you expected

Most fae are much larger than you think too

If fae are in your house, they probably won’t hurt you. They likely believe it’s just as much their house as it is yours

Appliances will randomly stop working. Don’t worry about it

Do NOT hurt the spiders and bugs

They will interact with your pets and animals

Do not accept any items from Fae unless it’s explicitly stated to be a gift

If you write about your experiences with them, they may try and stop you. In which case you should stop, since you’re sharing too much about them

When it’s 3AM and you randomly feel bursts of energy, the desire to dance and be productive, you’ve been faeriestruck. This is normal

Play music with constant rhythms for them

Always thank plants when plucking flowers and leaves

Your fae will eventually learn things about you, especially if they live in your house. Do not panic

Befriend your fae or they will never stop bothering you. Just be careful

#fairy witch #faerie witch #faerie craft #beginner witch #baby witch #witch #witchblr #witchcraft #faeries #fair folk #fae #fae folk #fairycore

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middleearthpixie · 11 months

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Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter Sixteen

Summary: Speech therapist Josephine Asharm has been brought into Erebor to work with Bifur, but trying to find her place among people who eye her suspiciously would be difficult enough under normal circumstances, but when Sophie finds herself caught between the king, his most trusted lieutenant, and the dwarf she’s there to help? She’s certain no good can come of it. Being of Man, not only does she stand out in the dwarf kingdom, she’s not entirely certain she’s actually welcome there at all.

Thorin only agreed to allow Sophie to live amongst them out of a sense of duty to Bifur, who is recovering from an odd head injury (is there any other way to describe having an axe blade lodged in one’s head, only to have it later dislodged during the Battle of the Five Armies?) Before the battle, he spoke only khuzdul. But since it? He’s regained the ability to speak Westron—if only he could but remember any of it. As for Thorin? He’s trying his damndest to ignore the speech therapist, not to mention his own growing feelings for her, even as he is also recovering from his near fatal wounding in the same battle.

Both Sophie and Thorin are haunted by their pasts and are uncertain of their futures, but sometimes, chances must be taken…

A/N: I want to apologize for the slow updates, but the end of the semester is right around the corner, so hopefully the updates won’t take quite so long in the very near future!

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) Asharm

Characters:Sophie, Thorin, Heather, Lucy Trisven, Gimli, Narnerra

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

“Thorin, stop that!”

“Just one kiss. What’s the harm in a single kiss?”

“What if we’re caught?”

He looked about. They were tucked into a quiet alcove out of sight of anyone who might happen by overhead. She was in his arms, hers draped loosely about his neck to show she wasn't exactly trying to get away from him. In fact, she smiled and a hint of mischief danced in her beautiful blue eyes as he assured her. “No one is about and even if they were, they wouldn’t see us.”

“It’s a great risk.”

“You are worth it.”

Elmaya’s cheeks grew pink and he couldn’t resist leaning in to brush her lips with his. They were sweet, her beard soft, and when he drew back, her deep blue eyes were luminous pools he could easily drown in. His Elmaya—easily the most beautiful dwarrowdam in all of Erebor.

A strange, throaty groaning filled the air and the mountain itself felt as if it moved. Dust and pebbles filtered down from above, and as she looked up, Elmaya wrinkled her nose. “What was that?”

“Just the mountain settling a bit. Balin said several of the others drilled a bit too deep into the rock the day before yesterday and hit an empty pocket. It’s perfectly normal as the rock settles back into place.” He slid his arms about her waist. “Kiss me again, mesmel.”

“Thorin—”

Another low rumble shook the mountain all around them. This was far more than some settling rock or a small gas pocket, as they were hit from time to time. Thorin drew back. “Go back to your chambers. I’ll come find you.”

“Thorin, I’d rather stay with you.”

“Not until I’m certain there’s no danger. Do as I say and please, do not argue with me.”

He stepped away from her and as he drew his sword, she stared. “What do you think it is?”

“I don't know. But, please, just go and lock the door behind you. I’ll come get you when I can, when, as I said, I’m certain it’s safe for you.”

He didn't wait for her to reply or to argue, but turned and made his way up the staircase as the rumbling grew louder and the mountain itself seemed to quake. As he reached the surface, he knew without being told, simply by the heat in the air.

Dragon.

He took off toward the far end of the ramparts, where he spotted Balin hurrying along the walkway. “Balin! Sound the alarm! Call out the guard! Do it now!”

Balin’s eyes widened. “What is it?”

“Dragon.” Thorin sprinted toward the interior balustrade, leaning over enough to make his voice carry the way he needed it to as he hollered, “Dragon!”

The rumbling worsened. The thundering grew louder and the air grew almost too hot to breathe. It reminded him of the forges when all were lit, with wave after wave of suffocating, relentless heat. He sprinted down to main level to join the Guard, his heart hammering his ribs as he drew his sword at the sound of the main gates being battered.

Never in a thousand years would Thorin have thought the gates would fail. But then they splintered, shards of wood and iron and steel becoming small missiles as the doors—

Thorin lurched awake with a sharp gasp, then sank into the pillows almost immediately, a hand covering his eyes as he fought to control his rapid breaths. Sweat broke out all across his skin, prickled across his chest, down his back.

“Thorin?” Sophie’s sleep-thickened whisper rose into the dark.

“Go back to sleep, mesmel,” he managed to whisper back.

A few minutes later, her soft sigh told him she’d gone back to sleep, and while he didn't begrudge her a peaceful sleep, sleep mocked him and that was fine, as he was in no hurry to drift off himself. He knew what awaited him, as it did night after night. The dream remained the same, and each time, he woke bathed in icy sweat, panting as if he’d run from Erebor to the Shire.

When he was certain she’d fallen back into a sound sleep, Thorin sat up and slid to the edge of the bed, planting his feet on the cold stone floor without even a flinch. He rose, and after sliding into his trousers, he padded out into the hallway, where he first made his way down toward Heather’s bedchamber.

She was asleep, curled on her side facing the door, her dark hair spilled across her face and her quilt lying in a heap on the floor alongside the poppet Gimli had given her. He crept over to her and crouched to snag both, tucking the poppet alongside her before he drew the quilt to her shoulders. She snuggled into her pillows, murmuring, “Papa…”

The warmth that coursed through him upon hearing that surprised him. While he was coming to care for her as if she was his own, nothing could have prepared him for how it felt to hear that one word whispered by a sleeping child. He smiled as the chill slowly left him, bending to brush his fingers along her hair before rising once more to creep from her room as quietly as he’d crept into it. Sleep was the last thing on his mind, so he went into the great room, where he sank onto the sofa with a low sigh and let his head fall back against the cushions. Nights such as this, he cared not if he ever slept again. Actually, he’d prefer it if he didn't, if only it were so simple.

The nightmare never changed. The last minutes of Erebor, of his relationship with Elmaya, of Elmaya herself replayed in his mind on a regular basis. If only he’d not ordered her back to her chambers to wait for him. She might have gotten out. She might have survived with the others.

She might—

“Thorin?”

Sophie’s low whisper sent a flash of guilt through him. How could he think of Elmaya, dream of her even, as he slept in Sophie’s bed, as he found himself building a new life with Sophie and her daughter?

Sophie came around the sofa, wrapped in the quilt from her bed, her glorious hair tousled and poking up at odd angles. “Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine,” he told her, forcing a smile to his lips. He certainly couldn't tell her the truth. She’d be furious and rightfully so. “I have trouble sleeping at times, is all.”

“You could have woken me.”

“I didn't wish to disturb you.”

She smiled, moving closer. Then, to his surprise, she sank astride him, her knees on either side of his hips. Heat flared through him when she settled against him, one he was quite sure he’d never have enough to experiencing. “You should have disturbed me,” she whispered, leaning in to brush his lips with hers. “I would take your mind off any nightmares, you know.”

Her kiss came soft. Gentle. Her hands slid along his shoulders, about his neck, her fingers stretching up into his hair as her lips parted and her tongue glided against his. His blood warmed as she slowly explored him through her kiss, and as that heat surged through him, his hands, of their own accord, slid up from her waist to the firm mounds of her breasts, unfettered beneath the soft cotton shift she wore. He’d never felt anything as exquisite as those perfect globes that fit just as perfectly in his palms. Her nipples were hard little nubs beneath the cotton, and he caught her soft moan as his thumbs slid in slow, tiny circles about those beads.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her back bowing to thrust her breasts harder into his caresses. His trousers grew tighter as his arousal grew and nature had him arching toward the sweet relief he knew he’d find between her thighs.

She moved against him in response and his breath hitched as fire shot through him. He surrendered her breasts, slipping his hands down to let his fingers curl into the warm cotton, which he then whisked up and over her head.

Sophie sat back and he admired the view in the soft glow of what remained of the fire in the hearth. Her skin burnished ivory, her hair spilled over her shoulders in an inky fall to curl along the inner curves of her utterly prefect breasts, her nipples poking through the ebony strands, beaded and begging for his attentions. He leaned in to capture one taut peak between his lips, smiling at her soft intake of breath, and as he swirled his tongue about the nub to make it harder still, her fingers twisted in his hair, her hips rolled against his.

Her fingers slipped from his hair, skimmed along his shoulders, and over his chest down to his own nipples, which were far more sensitive than he’d imagined. She slid her thumbs about them. She pinched them with enough force to make him arch against her as the hints of pain mingled with the smoke of desire and the need for relief tightened his insides further.

“Thorin…” Her husky whisper aroused him further, made him harder still, and his trousers were far too uncomfortable now, so much so that when she reached between them and loosened them, he actually sighed with relief.

Her fingers curled about his manhood, slowly stroking him from base to tip, and he couldn't help his shudder as fire rippled through him once more. Mahal, this pleasure was almost too much to bear. He ached for her. Ached to be inside her, where she’d tighten about him and take him to that magical place with her.

Everything inside his body was so tense, he felt like a harp string in desperate need of plucking. The heat between her thighs was the siren’s song to him, the dampness a beacon, and he growled low in his throat as she stroked him slowly, making his head spin and his body ache.

He slid one hand down along the curve of her waist, over the slope of her hip, into that heat he could no longer ignore, slipping his fingers into the slick dampness of her core. Her purr of satisfaction was a like a balm to his raw arousal, and when he gently slid a finger inside her and she tightened about him, she purred again. And again. And with each smooth, teasing stroke, those purrs grew huskier and throaty. He savored every one of them, just as he savored how she moved against him, how she encouraged him to take his time exploring this still-somewhat-unfamiliar territory, and he knew he did something right when she shuddered against him and tightened further. He crooked his finger as he came upon a small swelling and when he just brushed it—

“Thorin!” Her whisper was as fiery as her release at that moment and he couldn't help but smile as he kept stroking that sensitive patch. She squeezed him, ground up against him, moaned softly as her teeth caught her bottom lip and her head fell back. She throbbed around him, offering up a emphatic nod and a growled, “Oh, yes…”

Then, she caught his wrist and pushed him away, shifted herself, and then—

“Mahal…” He couldn't hold back his whispered moan as she fit him inside her and came down hard upon him, tensing once more all about him as if afraid he’d try to get away from her.

Fire engulfed him, his thoughts muddied and slow as she sat back and gave a slow arc of her hips, moving first up along his shaft, then slid back down to seat him deeper inside her. The firelight danced along her creamy skin, her breasts gave a gentle bounce with each roll, her nipples taut peaks that begged for his attentions, all the while she hummed about him, no doubt on the brink of her own climax.

Even so, she still rode him slowly, each tantalizing roll of her hips pushing him closer to the edge of madness. He had to touch her, reaching to catch each breast in a hand, and she moaned softly as he caught her nipples between thumb and forefinger to roll slowly.

Up. Down. She treated his body to sensations unlike any he’d ever felt, and the very sight of himself disappearing inside her was enough to bring him to the very edge of climax. It took all of the will he possessed to hold back, to not surge hard inside her, but to let her control him, let her drive him mad, let her twist every last fiber in his body into the most sensually tight knots imaginable.

He slid his hands down along the slope of her waist, catching her hips as the need for release burned through him. Sweet as her teasing was, he had to climax or he’d lose his mind. He surged then, holding her firmly as he did so. She trembled, her body tightening about his, squeezing him as she softly moaned, “Thorin…”

She was close. That part of her that devoured him now tensed about him again, pulsed in time to the thrusts he could no longer control. Her eyes closed. Her teeth pulled at her bottom lip. She squeezed him, pleasure hot and spicy as rippled from her to him.

Her fingernails bit into his chest as he moved her faster against him, as he thrust harder into her. Fire engulfed him. Tore the thoughts from his mind as pleasure smoked through him. He teetered on the edge, his control slipping away despite his determination to take her over that edge with him.

Then it happened. She threw her head back, his name a breathless whisper as she shuddered all around him and in a burst of silken fire, erupted in a climax that left him throbbing inside her, his fingers biting into her hips, his body shaking beneath hers as he surrendered to her completely, her name a raw whisper on his lips. White bursts of light erupted before his eyes as she drew out the stinging bliss, as she drained him completely, accepted him wholly, and then sank against him, breathless and whispering his name.

He wrapped his arms about her, cradled her against him as she went limp in his arms, as she fought to breathe. He shivered at the aftershocks, whispering, “Amrâlimê…”

Her lips brushed the side of his neck and her head came to rest against that shoulder. He wrapped his arms about her, smoothing a hand along her hair as she went quiet against him. His eyes were too heavy-lidded to keep open, so he let them close as he leaned his head back once more. A peace more tranquil than any he’d ever felt before settled about them, and he welcomed it as he did the soft silence.

A gentle fingertip swept about his left nipple. “Thorin?”

“Aye?”

She sat back and the sight of her, astride him was almost enough to stir him once more. Her eyes were soft, sleepy, as she murmured, “Thank you for staying.”

He managed a smile as the feeling slowly returned to his body. “Of course.”

She met his gaze. “I love you.”

Those three words, so softly uttered, slammed into him like a club, and he tightened his arms about her as he murmured back, “You do?”

Sophie nodded. “I know it’s a bit sudden and all, but… well… life is short, and I’d rather not regret not saying it when I had the chance.”

He reached to curve his palm against her soft cheek. “I do like how that sounds, mesmel.” He left his thumb graze along that silken plain as he added, “Maralmizi, Sophie.”

She lifted her head, her eyes sparkling even in the low light as she whispered, “I’ve never had anyone say that to me in another language.”

He gave her a gentle squeeze. “I’ve never had anyone say it to me, period.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Well, allow me to rectify that at once, Thorin.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Maralmizu.”

One simple word and Thorin felt it to the center of his being, and it warmed a part of him he had forgotten existed. Carefully, he rose to his feet, clasping her against him with one arm whilst he tugged his trousers back into place with his free hand, then he swept her back to her bed chambers, where they fell together in a tangle once more.

“Mama? Mister Thorin is gone!”

Sophie blinked sleep from her eyes as she lifted her head from the pillow. “What was that, love?”

“I said,” Heather padded into the room, “Mister Thorin is gone. He said he’d stay here last eve and he’s gone.”

Sophie made to sit up, but then remembered. Her nightdress still lay in a crumpled heap by the sofa and she’d fallen asleep without a stitch on, too sated by Thorin’s attentions to care much about anything other than snuggling into him as she drifted off.

Which left her in a bit of a conundrum now.

“Um… love, could you wait for Mama in your chambers?”

“I’m hungry, though. Can we go up and have breakfast?” Heather climbed up onto the bed and stretched out alongside her, fitting almost perfectly into the divot in Thorin’s pillow.

Tugging the sheet higher, Sophie nodded. “We can, yes, but you should go dress.”

“Help me?”

“I’ll be there in a minute. I promise.”

“What’s the matter? Are you cold?”

“A little. It’s chilly in here so early in the morning. Heather, please, just go and get dressed and I will be there in but a moment.”

Heather frowned, her dark brows pulled low. “Are you sick?”

“No, love. I’m fine. Just… listen to me and do as I say, please.”

Heather heaved a gusty sigh, as if it was the greatest of impositions, but she slid down to land with a soft thud alongside the bed. “I am, I am…”

Sophie smiled as Heather left the room, still muttering to herself, and when she was absolutely certain it was safe to rise, she threw off the linens, sprinted to close the door, and then dressed with a sigh of relief.

Heather waited for her in her bedchambers, sitting up on her bed, and when Sophie opened the door, Heather said, “Where is Mister Thorin?”

“He was here last eve, but he had things to do this morning.” Sophie came into the room. “Remember, he’s the king and kings are usually very busy men.”

“Did he go to find Papa?”

Sophie’s stomach twisted even as she forced a smile and said, “Sweetling, that was not your father you saw.”

Heather’s blue eyes were cloudy with confusion. “Then who was it?”

“I don't know. Perhaps someone you saw earlier at Lucy’s?”

“It was Papa. I know it.”

Judging by the look of seriousness in Heather’s eyes, Sophie didn't doubt for a moment Heather believed she saw her father. But it was late, she was tired, and the alleyway wasn't exactly brightly lit. It was more than likely her tired eyes and mind were playing a cruel trick on her. There was no other explanation for it.

“But, that’s simply not possible.” Sophie gathered her long skirt and carefully crouched before her. “Papa is gone, Heather. He’s not coming back.”

“It was him.”

“Heather—”

“It was, Mama. He looked right at me and he smiled at me and it was him!” Heather’s voice rose and her eyes grew red and shiny.

“Shhh…” Sophie stood and gathered Heather in her arms to rock her gently before upset became hysterics. “Very well, I trust you know who you saw.”

Heather buried her face in Sophie’s neck. “Why did he come back? Why didn't he stay away?”

“I don't know, love.”

“I don’t want him here. I don't want to go back and live wth him. I want to stay here and I want to stay with Mister Thorin.”

“We aren’t going anywhere, love, I promise.” Sophie continued to rock her. “And we will get to the bottom of this, all right? I promise you, we will, but just know, your father is not coming back.”

****

“Remind me again why we’re here?”

“Miss Heather thought she saw her father last eve and it frightened her.”

Dwalin eyed Thorin as if he’d lost his mind. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Mrs. Asharm say he was dead?”

“She did, yes.” Thorin didn’t slow his stride as he and Dwalin made their way along Stone Street, toward the Provincial House. “And that’s why I wish to speak with Bard about any newcomers who might be mistaken for Sten Asharm.”

“This makes no sense, ye know.”

“Dwalin, I am painfully aware that it makes no sense, yes. But,” now he stopped, affixing Dwalin with a serious stare as his gut roiled at the memory, “you did not see how shaken up she was, how frightened. Someone was there and that someone reminded her very much of her dead father and I want to know who that someone is and why they’re here now.”

“And how do you propose to find out?”

“I honestly don’t know,” Thorin admitted as he resumed his stride, ignoring the stares of the men and women of Dale who hurried in and out of shops around them. Their stares troubled him no more now than they did any time he had to venture into Dale, both before Smaug’s arrival and following the Battle of the Five Armies. Only now, he did wonder if any one of them might know who the identity of the man who had upset Heather so horribly last eve.

“Soooo… why are we here?”

“Because I want to know who upset my little girl, that’s why. And if you wish to, you are free to turn right about and go on back, but I am going to what I can to figure this out so that when I promise her she is safe and that no one will hurt her while I am around, I won’t be lying to her.”

Now it was Dwalin’s turn to stop in his tracks. “Yer littlegirl?”

“My little girl, yes.” Thorin nodded, also stopping. “And I take this responsibility as serious as I take any of my other responsibilities.”

“So, things with Mrs. Asharm are going well?”

“Very well, yes. And now,” he began walking once more, “if you don’t mind, I need to find Bard and see if I cannot figure out who it was Miss Heather saw last eve.”

“And ye think yer uppity Lakeman will help?”

“I hope so. But,” Thorin shrugged, “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we? But, do me a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Stay quiet and let me do the talking.”

“Right, because yer far more diplomatic than me.” Dwalin rolled his eyes.

“Point taken, but still.”

“Of course, Thorin. I’ll just stand here and look menacing.”

“Perfect.”

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