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y97dgu · 1 year
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More of Dís and her family. my favorite girl ❤️
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fanartka · 1 month
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ihobbit · 7 months
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Thorin sits thoughtfully alone in the royal treasury of Erebor. From the White Gems of Lasgalen he lays out the name BILBO and frames it with them in the shape of a heart. Bilbo quietly approaches him from behind and looks over his shoulder.
Bilbo: What are you doing?
Thorin: * flinches from suddenness* Nothing! Everything was already like that when I came! 
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silverflameataraxia · 2 years
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"Give her time. Give her space. Give her the opportunity to sort through this on her own."
"It's been months."
"She's an immortal. Months are inconsequential."
Clearly not, considering only a few months later the IC lost their minds and decided to lock Nesta in a house because she didn't recover from her trauma as quickly as they would have liked. Elain gave her two weeks before crying to Rhysand that her sister "wasn't trying". Cassian said it took him decades to get over some of the things he'd done and been through and that Nesta could have that time, or longer, but was she given that time? Nope. She was drinking and sleeping around, which is somehow more problematic than Feyre murdering innocent Fae, Rhys sexually assaulting Feyre UTM, and Cassian slaughtering an entire village.
Yes, Nesta is truly the only one in the IC in desperate need of an intervention.
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deadthingposting · 11 months
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Fem!Bilbo (bilba, Bella, Belle blue bell belladonna whatever the name is) is my sworn enemy, fuck off you heteronormative straightwashing piece of garbage
Fem!thorin however is my gal, she is my sweet lady wife my Queen under the mountain, my darling brooding strong queen who shall lead me to the Glory of battle I love her so much
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invictarre-archive · 1 year
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time to re-paste my tags and tag everything I’ve been getting lazy with  :))))))))
can’t wait for these to get deleted !!!!!!!!!!
#dear queen of hearts; let me grow you red roses so you can learn how to be kind | out of character#hard and fast shines the grin that we flash; but there's a vulnerable stripe or two on me | musings#you can learn a lot of things from the flowers; for especially in the month of June | inbox memes#let us together see how high we can fly before the sun melts the wax in our wings | dash commentary#pull the sword from the stone and start forging your own legendary stories | headcanons#I've found fame to be a fickle food; lying delicately across an ever shifting plate | aesthetics#all the parts combine to one with all of us around the sun; everything will fall away; make order from the disarray | worldbuilding#I can make it easy; I can take the lead. if you think they're looking at you; they're looking at me | answered ask#owo ??? what's this ????? *notices your post* | saved#there's no such thing as time to kill or time to throw away | dash games#every fight has its costs that we've had to pay; all won by the strength of the party we've made | muse relevant imagery#under a canopy of stars where thought and truth divorce; in that latticework of dreams we are guiltless | dani x leon#I think we deserve a soft epilogue my love; we are good people and we've both suffered enough | v: galar's golden boy#up where the mountains meet the heavens above; out where the lightning splits the sea | v: vientown ranger#through the rain and the storm and the flood I can feel their approach like a fire in my blood | v: treasure town trio#edge of glory; write your story; seize the moment with no regrets | v: my hero academia#and the cat's in the cradle with the silver spoon; little boy blue and the man in the moon | npcs: arthur brandt-muriell#and it feels like flying out of fool's paradise; I'll leave them in their cages and rise to shining heights | v: a new chapter#we can outshine the sun; we need only believe that two stars shine brighter than one | v: childhood
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mr-bottle-28-3-96 · 7 months
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Spoilers for the Wildermth story campaigns
You don't need to have specifically ended the campaigns this way, just have an opinion on which ending you find poetic.
Explanations and spoilers under the cut.
The Seaspear is the weapon Ulstryx seeks in Chapter 2 of the Age of Ulstryx campaign, hoping to unite the Gorgons behind his plans to drown the surface world. The party beat Ulstryx to the spear in hopes of undermining his cause.
Vost is the bow wielded by the Shadow Messiah, a servant of the titular characters in Chapter 4 of the Monarchs under the Mountain campaign. The Shadow Messiah can be slain, granting Vost to the party.
The Orphan Sword is the greatsword stolen and later wielded by the Drauven Warlord Thuvayn in the first half of All the Bones of Summer. His advisor betrays him to the party in order to perform Cvawn's rebirth in Chapter 3. The party gains the greatsword after slaying Thuvayn.
The Fenspear family is legendary for claiming the original slayers of Cvwan, dragon of summer. The optional mid-chapter event mission at the Fenspear Hall reveals that this is an exaggeration, with the Fenspears being descended not from the dragonslayers but from the ones who buried them, with the history eventually warping into the present legend.
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wiproaringreading · 1 year
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Bad Boy is just symptoms of PTSD
No friends, no long relationships before/commitment = trust issues
Hyper sexuality = hyper sexuality
Gets angry a lot = PTSD
For no reason = triggered
Over protective = trust issues
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comicaurora · 2 months
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So based on that last ask with King Arthur is he choosing to fall in love with Gwen even if she has a high chance of falling for Lancealot? If so, it's tragic. Doomed to love another that won't fully love you back.
Does Arthur even just tell Lancenalot to get the hell put of the kingdom some loops?
I think it's more like-
You become aware of your existence somewhere around the age of 3. You were born under mysterious circumstances you don't know the details of. The first time through, you were growing up in a castle. Lately you find you are growing up among peasantry.
Maybe you have brothers. Maybe you have a sister. Maybe you're an only child. Your family is distant either way. They speak welsh. They speak latin. They speak french. They speak english with american attempts at british accents.
The first few times through, there wasn't a sword. Now it's a consistent presence - a shimmering blade stuck in a plain anvil or a large boulder, haunting your hometown or a nearby forest glade. It looks different every time, feels different in your hands. It was made for you.
There are more trials every time. In the first stories the crown was yours from birth. Lately it's been further and further away, behind more tribulations and tournaments and beasts to slay. More guidance from the ageless old man you remember from the earliest days, the welsh days. He's different every time. Everything's different every time. And still nothing changes.
The crown is yours. It's inevitable. And when the crown passes into your hands, it carries the kingdom with it. It's yours now. And it's going to thrive! You hardly need to do anything. Heroes flock to you and pledge themselves as knights, then spend the decades tearing off on wild quests and adventures, getting into the kind of trouble that serendipitously always keeps the kingdom safe. The adventures feel familiar, but never quite play out the same way. Chalices, black knights, fairy women, questing beasts. You rarely see them for yourself. You're too important, after all. You're the kingdom's beating heart.
You have a queen. You don't spend much time with her. It's jarring how much she changes every time. You hate how much it surprises you the times she genuinely loves you; you never really get to enjoy it. The kingdom doesn't run itself, even if just having you around seems to make the forests grow thick and the rivers run clear. Mostly you spend time with her when you're rescuing her from abduction. You very rarely have children together. You miss them.
It didn't used to end in fire, but lately it never ends in anything but, and you never know when it's going to start. You're never home when it starts, but you spend so much time out tending the kingdom or questing anyway. But you always learn too late - treachery. Your knight, your vassal, your bastard child, your lady love. Camelot is burning. You watch your life's work precede you into the grave.
You die. You sleep under the mountain. You dream. It's quiet.
Somewhere in the world, a writer picks up a pen, and you become aware of existence somewhere around the age of 3.
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deheerkonijn · 1 year
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social media queen under the mountain 🏔📱
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y97dgu · 1 year
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a quick drawing of my version of Dis, daughter of Thrain, granddaughter of Thror, Thorin’s younger sister
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tojipie · 11 months
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thinking very hard about truck driver toji !
passing mention of sex but no actual nsfw content !
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lugging cargo across the country is no joke, with individual jobs spanning weeks at a time. fortunately, toji somehow ended up with you to keep him busy, his forever passenger princess.
a blurry picture of you two taken on a disposable camera hangs on the dash mirror. the shot is encased in a clear frame and strung up by beaded thread. you’re holding the camera towards the two of you, blowing a kiss towards the lense as toji stands with his arm slung around your shoulders. he’s smiling, a marlboro red pinched between his molars.
toji tries not to smoke in front of you most of the time, opting to pull over at a weigh-in station when his hands start to shake. he’ll kick the same pebble around while you stretch behind the truck, waving at the occasional biker.
it’s rare that men in his profession have anyone to spend the drive with, toji makes the most of it. the older man uses your little stowaway situation as an excuse to take you all across the country, picking up little keychains and stickers for you at every gas station the two of you visit. it’s hard to keep busy when all there is to do is pump gas and fuck, but you’re content with the little dynamic you have.
he’ll pull into a rest stop every time he starts feeling tired, dragging you into the driver’s side seat so he can cradle you in his arms like a little teddy bear. real sleep is done in the truck cab, under a weighted blanket he’d picked up at a strip mall in the mountains.
your “bedroom”, or the truck cab really, is a modest little room behind where the driver’s compartment is. toji tore out the twin sized mattress 2 weeks into your little arrangement, replacing it with a queen sized memory foam one. “a good investment” he called it.
you two rarely if ever sleep in there though. opting for the comfort of a hotel room over the glorified backseat of a sleeping arrangement his truck has. toji can afford it, that much is obvious from how much he spends on room service per week. the man had taught you that a truck driver’s salary was more than enough to keep a girl happy, and with how much you two had been on the road, he was easily reaching the 6-figure mark.
most people would get sick of being forced to spend so much quality time with each other. you never will.
you’ll never get tired of waking up in a different place every morning, spending hours exploring new cities with your favorite boy. you’ll never get tired the way you learn something new about him everyday. a new detail about the family he grew up with, a beauty mark you never noticed on his back, the way his nose scrunches when you say something funny.
you’ll never get tired of the way he stalks up to you after every other rest stop visit, hands clasped behind his back as he prepares to surprise you with whatever trinket he just bought you. and you’ll never regret your decision to be his permanent little sidekick, experiencing every day right alongside him.
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a/n: hii ! i rly rly love this au hehe, i might even like it more than prisoner toji. lmk if this should be a series, and feel free to send in related asks if u want :D
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katsukikitten · 3 months
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Queen Reader being raided by Dragon/Viking King Bakugou only for him to be met with the fight of his life when he encounters you.
Scars on your face he thought to be rumored were true, worse than he thought. Littering your throat and they do not take away from your beauty. The way the fissures snake along your cheek and lip, one right over your eye and a curve around it makes his cock twitch. He can tell instantly that one is slightly cloudy yet still the intensity of your gaze is no less sharp than your blade.
Nor your tongue.
Having taken the time to learn his language when he swore you didn't even know his people existed.
"Finally come for your lost dog." You spit painted lips pulled into a cruel smile, "Oh how he cried for you."
"My men don't fuckin cry princess."
"Look again incompetent fool, this is no tiara of blood stones, it is a crown. Gems darkened by the souls of those who dare oppose me." A growl and Bakugou is just happen to have started to splinter under your skin and yet you deal the same blow, "Bring out the whining dog."
Somehow in all the fighting someone hears your command and they drag through the blood and carnage an emaciated man. Skin and bones when he was once a mountainous thing. Dark red hair only at the tips now as his natural black hue met his shoulders, lips cracked and cheeks hollowed.
"My wrath." Still even this delirious he bows his head. Bakugou's right hand man, Kirishima reduced to nothing but whimpers and burning tears.
Suddenly Katsuki can't hear anything at all, not past your laugh when you see the shock in his face. See the color drain before he attacks you in a blinding rush.
But you are no princess like he claims. Not a queen or a lady of royal blood.
This crow that sits upon your pretty little head was taken with blood stained hands.
When you parry your blade kisses his face with a shallow slash, over is his eye and down to his handsome jaw giving him a matching scar to your own. Red droplets splashing against your cheeks as his step falters. Gritting his teeth as he realizes tha the rumors were no fairy tale at all.
You truly were the Bloodied Queen.
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silverflameataraxia · 2 years
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It's always interesting to see people claim that Rhys' actions are redeemable - even though he sexually assaulted Feyre UTM - but Nesta's not redeemable because she's mean.
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lynxfrost13 · 3 months
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SKYWINGS
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PHYSICAL TRAITS
Skywings are the biggest dragon breed due to their great height and additional wingspan. Tall and lanky, these dragons are accustomed to life at high altitudes, with many living in mountainsides and other rock faces. Their wings and claws are built for gripping the rough stone of their homeland. Skywings have an incredibly strong grip that is also very effective when hunting prey.
At the base of the skywing skull is where the main horns grow, with a base growth plate being protected by an upturned part of the skull. From this original plate horn segments will grow off of the base or each other with age. Skywing horns never stop growing until death. Additional facial horns grow in a similar fashion as the skywing matures, with hatchlings displaying bumps where the most prominent horns will come in. With age these dragons tend to grow more elaborate scale patterns and horns, with chin spikes/ridges, eyebrow, and cheek ridges being the most common.
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As hatchlings, skywings have no underbelly scales, and the scales they do possess on their backs are incredibly soft and flexible. Hatchlings break out of their well protected shells with an egg tooth that falls off a few days after they break free, and it’s typical for heavier facial ridges to develop where the egg tooth was. Skywing hatchlings cannot produce fire of any sort until they reach a few years of age, around when their scales harden and fill in the underbelly area (roughly 3-4 years).
The fire produced by skywings is the hottest of any dragon breed, which could cause serious damage to any dragon’s body due to the heat. To combat this, skywings evolved to have cooling vents on their necks. Several flexible scale plates can open up along each side as the dragon breathes fire, allowing for excess heat and pressure to escape without harming the dragon. To help cool their mouths, skywings also have two additional sets of “nostrils” that serve the same purpose. Despite the common misconception, skywings cannot smell from these sets of nostrils, and their overall sense of smell is average.
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CUSTOMS
Skywings have a huge culture around the upkeep of their horns, since they never stop growing they do need maintenance. What began as simple horn trimming ages ago grew into much more. Skywings style their horns in various different ways, and trends in style pop up here and there. Horn painting and carving is common, but there are a wide variety of modifications that skywings apply to them as well. Jewelry is popular, but draping horn jewelry tends to be avoided since it can be a hassle in the air. Overall jewelry and body decoration is incredibly popular, with skywings using light metals, beads, and fabrics in everyday wear.
Skywing cities are situated in cliff faces or mountainsides. These cities hold huge terraced gardens, ensuring that their citizens have a local spot to gather food. It’s also common for most skywing homes to have their own personal gardens, whether decorative or for additional food. These cities tend to have few walls, they’re not needed due to natural protections such as the altitude and surrounding mountains. The Sky Palace was the only city to be heavily fortified under Queen Scarlet, while the rest remained as they were. The openness of skywing cities has also made the ones along the borders into large trading hubs with lots of intermingling.
Skywings refuse to eat birds of prey out of a deep respect for them, as well as a belief that when a skywing dies, the part of them that remains on earth becomes one of those birds. To honor their memory, skywings hold an annual weeklong celebration in the spring, celebrating the births of new hatchlings (both dragon and avian) where they compete in racing games and the like. Their love of festivities has led to them adopting from mudwing culture, and in recent years they have even begun to adopt their own version of the bard, which is more focused on the storytelling aspect rather than the history.
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raventreehall · 3 months
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a storm of swords dash simulator
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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰
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i'm so happy for you my jonquil
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thanks for sharing my lady
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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!
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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.
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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something
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🍁weirwoodzz Follow
hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?
🪓cerwynnation Follow
lord bolton's bastard killed him
🍁weirwoodzz Follow
oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess
💗ramsays-sharpest-blade Follow
Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.
Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜
#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy
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i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯
🏰freygirl73 Follow
ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL
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TW: Red Wedding, death, violence
A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.
Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.
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HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀
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i wanna ***** ********* on ellaria sand's **** and *** ****** then call in oberyn and ***** **** them both until **** *****
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why are there so many crabs on my dash rn
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TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀
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actually i think it's still for king joffrey
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lol i thought it was for robb stark
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maybe it's for the mountain?
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DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC
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DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS
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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.
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stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄
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is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀
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