#I will be so livid that it'll be shocking if I don't die from how much fuckery is going on in my brain

[antixabound]

I can’t find my fucking ork codex, its REALLY pissing me off. Like I should know where my shit is. I spent money on it, I looked everywhere it could be, did I leave it somewhere and forgot about it? who fucking knows, I sure as fuck don’t. I feel like when I find it, its gonna be in a really fucking obvious fucking spot and its gonna royally piss me off. I might even scream.

#what do I even fucking tag this bullshit #'hey I can't find my shit' wow what a fucking revelation #I don't fuckin need it or anything I just wanna know where the fuck it is #so I can have it for later and I can stop tearing up my room looking for it #but I stand by the fact that if its somewhere really obvious I'm gonna be fucking pissed #like unbelievably so #I'm not gonna do anything with that rage #but I will be fucking mad as hell #my anger will actually surpass hell #I will be so livid that it'll be shocking if I don't die from how much fuckery is going on in my brain #although probably more accurately I'm gonna be relieved to find it #and I'm not gonna be half as angry as I say I will #who knows #who cares #not me

[eorzeashan]

I know every agent after the class story makes that joke about how they're jobless and homeless, but it only settled in for me how Eight feels about it after I finished Secrets of the Enclave as well.

He was definitely bouncing between masters and jobs, with the latest being the SIS and the CEDF (mostly Saganu), which I like to joke that Saganu is like his foster stepdad who lets this delinquent crash on his couch with an open-door policy when he gets fired from his job or his latest adventures don't pan out despite being 10 years older than him max, but he's on the fence about whether either of these places are really where he wants to stay. I also like to picture Eight laying down on a fancy chaise lounge like he's seeing a shrink whenever he visits Saganu who is also sitting in a nearby chair and tiredly asking what he wants to do with his life from here, lol.

The SIS...has been lackluster. It's been interesting getting to work for them and better with encouragement from Theron, but he can't see himself doing it long term and he's already pissed off every Sith in 2 square miles after about 2-3 jaunts in Imp space. The war was never very meaningful to him, and he gets the sense that it'll die down soon if it gets left alone without him fanning the flames.

The Chiss are home too, but that's complicated, and he knows he's not one of them. He'll never be despite all that he's done for their people. Theirs is a proud race and even if Saganu and Nosta swear House Miurani will always hold him in high esteem, he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst their populace and the intricacies of their society elude him. Not to mention someone with such a violent past as his doesn't quite fit in their non-confrontational policies, and he only does private hits to get around loopholes for Saganu. (I'm still livid I didn't record the stupid little blaster twirl and grin he did after shooting Syndic Zenta point blank as if he didn't just kill somebody in cold blood. Stop showing off.) As much as he could peacefully eke out his days in their service, it's dull to him and neither he nor Nosta have gotten over their psychological traumas enough to face each other fully.

The Alliance in his storyline is also effectively disbanded immediately after the Traitor Arc, so he has no home there in the first place-- along with mostly negative connotations. Lana and Theron will always nab him if given the chance, but all three of them need space after the garbage fire of an alliance they made.

So what is he doing now besides having an identity crisis?

This doesn't help the growing list of random jobs he's hopped on and off, but I actually feel as if...he could be recruited by the Imperial Reclamation Service. By temporary contract of one Talos Drellik, because if there's one thing those archaeologists are in short supply of, it's muscle. Eight would be shocked too when given the offer: "do I look like a researcher to you?" and Talos would cheerfully deflect by pointing out his thirst for understanding Sith like Jadus and his own affinity with the Dark Side, to which Eight has no rebuttal.

It's true; he does secretly dream of a world where everyone can communicate and connect with one another through the Force, or non-Force users can co-exist with Force-users without being shut out from one another. Jadus' protection allows him to be incorruptible from places steeped in the Dark Side, and he's a rare and capable agent who would be better protection than a Sith who would most likely steal artifacts for their benefit rather than help the Service reclaim them.

And, Talos would add, you might find that preventing and safekeeping relics of untold power is not unlike saving the galaxy from conspiracy, my friend. The Reclamation Service battles entire legions of separate armies in a relic arms race each day! You'll never want for excitement and bloodshed, if that is your calling.

Eight would harumph, but he'd cave; he's rather weak to the thrill of adventure that means something to him for once. And if it helps him reconnect or eventually reunite with Jadus, who is out there somewhere...well, he'll take any chance.

#swtor #I headcanon the Imp Reclamation Service occasionally does get these special officers who they can send in alone into hot battle zones #to grab especially dangerous relics that could wreak untold destruction #and these agents are especially tough and capable because of the galactic arms race always happening over these #think about it. nearly every swtor villain has stumbled on some random relic that could decimate #whose job is it to prevent that in the first place? #also I live for more Talos and Eight adventures #Talos gets excited every time they meet up bc he breaks out all this measuring equipment #and waves this radiation measuring thing to track the strength of Jadus' force bond and taint on Eight each time #he's trying to write a thesis on the effects of sith lords on their underlings #Eight finds it mostly amusing but also gets whiny when Talos takes too long poking him like a hematology major #LotS is apparently a lot of tomb robbing so it'd be extremely funny if he came at the behest of the Rec Service #and malgus thinks he has some greater motivation and he's like no. i'm just here to take back the shit you stole

[rogue-durin-16]

THE KEEPER (Part II/II)

Summary: When a mysterious person threatens the heir's life, the service of a personal guard is required to keep him safe until the foe is found. Fíli, who doesn't take the matter very seriously, only sees it as an chance to spend more time with certain knight.

Pairing: Fíli x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: weapons, injuries, death

A/N: idk man I'm kind of a mess with my studies rn so thank you for your patience. Also I just started a new art account and it'll be great to get some support (wise.artwork on ig) This part took a dark turn I'm sorry babes, enjoy nonetheless<3

Part I

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"Taking care of you is a nightmare" Y/n grumbled as we strolled into Dale's market.

I shrugged, thanking very much being out of Erebor with her. "Could be worse."

"Oh really?"

"It could be Kíli instead of me."

"Oh Mahal" she snorted, shaking her head, "I would have never volunteered for that."

"Wait—" I turned to her with a mix of confusion, shock and excitement in my gaze "you volunteered?"

She snorted. "How did you think this happened?"

"Because I might have chosen you." I responded seemingly distracted by a piece of clothing on display.

"Why would you do that?" She inquired, extending her arm to move someone rather suspicious out of my way.

"I wanted to spend more time with the most beautiful knight in the guard." I half-confessed, stopping by a dresses' stall.

"Making her life impossible?"

"Making sure she has fun." I went over the silky gowns tracing them with my fingertips. "Do you like any?"

"Fíli," she grasped my bicep and jerked me back to look at her, her eyes piercing my soul. "someone is trying to kill you, I am certainly not having fun."

"Loosen up, we are safe here." My attention came back to the dresses. "This one would look tremendous on you." I continued, picking up a iridescent green gown for her to see.

It was received with a tired sigh. "do you realize it is not true? We are not safe outside the Mountain where—"

"That's exactly why we are safe— how much is this?" I asked, ignoring Y/n's exasperated huff. "Everyone knows I am not allowed outside." I grabbed a few coins from one of my pockets and handed them to the tradesperson in exchange of the dress.

"That's why you will get me in trouble." She pointed out, following my lead when I resumed our walk, now with the dress. "If the king finds out we are here he will end me."

"Y/n," I stepped on her way, walking backwards so I could look at her whilst moving. "Do you really think I would let my uncle punish you for my actions?"

"You're my responsibility." She circled me with intent eyes. "It's on me if something happens to you." Looking at her y/e/c eyes, I then started to get a guilty feeling. Y/n was right, no matter how many times I would tell Thorin this was not her fault, she would be the one to blame. "Why that face?"

"I no longer feel like staying out of Erebor." I held her hand and guided her down the slopes that comformed the City of Dale, in the direction of the entrance.

"Such an impromptu change of mind." She teased, "You're tired already?"

"Yes, very much." I contributed to the obviously wrong statement. "I think we should go back to bed and cuddle a bit more, huh?"

She snorted. "Don't push your luck."

"C'mon, I'm obeying," I whined as we were about to exit the city. "Indulge me?"

"I indulged you last night."

"Then indulge yourself." She stopped dead in her trucks, refraining me from walking in the process since we were still holding hands.

Here eyes were screaming at me, but her lips did not part, at least not immediately; and when they did, she just said, "no."

"Y/n—"

"We talked about this." "I can't—"

"Why not?"

"Because! you're a prince and I'm a guard."

"First of all you're a captain of the royal guard," she rolled her eyes at me "second of all, Kíli and Tauriel—"

"The sole reason for your uncle to consent that was that Kíli is a second prince," my eyes dodged hers. "you're his heir."

"I don't care."

"Well you should! You should care about a lot of things that, despite your lack of interest, are important!" We were now attracting attention that we certainly did not need; that brought Y/n composure back. "Let's go home and pray for this not to reach your uncle's ears."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, let's just go." My eyes lingered on our interlaced fingers; Y/n squeezed my hand and I looked up to see her bittersweet smile, which I ended up mirroring.

All from sudden, Y/n's orbs screamed panic.

Before I could put myself on guard, she tugged me back and stepped in front of me, taking her hand to her sword and giving me enough time to get my blade out.

In a swift movement I slayed the person that had attempted to kill me, triggering gasps and squeals from the people around us. It took me a hot second to realize that Y/n's digits were digging on my arm.

"Y/n?" Confusion was soon followed by terror when the only response I obtained was a ragged breath. "Y/n!" My voice shifted to a desperate cry when her legs gave in and we both fell on our knees.

READER'S P. O. V.

"T-tell me you got them." I felt his hands frantically wander over my torso to find the wound; it was impossible for him to see it without moving me, since I felt my body basically collapsing against his. "I-If I die— Fíli..." I love you, I wanted to say. My fingers gripped the collar of his shirt for dear life until I had no strength to do it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My abdomen hurt madly when I recovered my conscience, but it was good, I was alive.

I however struggled to find the will to take a peek at my surroundings. My eyes briefly opened and I saw Fíli sat besides me, holding my hand in both of his, his lips pressed against my knuckles whilst muttering some unintelligible words.

Before I could call his name, my eyelids began to feel too heavy to keep them parted, and before I knew it, I was asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was told I had remained in Dale, at Bard's home; I was informed that the foe had been slayed, and the threat's case solved.

The only thing I wished to do was talk to Fíli, but the prince was nowhere to be found.

After approximately a week of rest in the humans' metropoli, I was taken to Erebor.

Once there I looked for the blond-haired dwarf again, but the only thing I could find was the dress Fíli had bought for me, resting neatly folded on top of my bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I had been endeavouring to stay distracted or busy at all times in order to stop my mind from musing on the older prince.

To either our luck or our dismay, we found each other in one of the vast halls of the mountain, walking in opposite directions.

His eyes were first of surprise, then of panic, and lastly, of pain.

I could almost feel his desperate need to turn around and run back to where he had come from, but he probably realized that wouldn't spare him from this.

"You can walk." He awkwardly observed. "Are you recovered?"

"Not entirely," I decided to keep up with the small chat since I couldn't find the words to express what I wanted. "I can't reincorporate to the guard yet."

He nodded. "I figured." His eyes flickered to mines for a second before fixing on the ground. "I should go—"

"Why are you avoiding me?" My question was loud and clear; before he could come up with something, I spoke again. "What happened was not your fault, Fíli." He shook his head no. "I understand that you feel guilty, but you have no reason to do so. My duty was to protect you and I did."

"I..." With a deep breath, he found the strength to reply. "I cannot tell you how sorry I am." He finally looked at me, and I soon picked up on his welled eyes. "had I only listened to you..." I nervously shifted my weight from one foot to another. "I tried visiting you but I just— I couldn't look at you without—" his voice cracked, making me feel a pang on my chest.

Surprising us both, I strode across the hall and enclosed him in my arms, which he eagerly accepted. "Please do not avoid me." I whispered on his ear. "I can't stand it."

There was a moment of silence before he gathered the courage to ask what he had wanted to ask since I first opened my eyes.

"Did you mean it?" My confusion was visible when he pulled apart to look at my eyes, trying to hold himself together. "That... That you love me. Did you mean it?" My face burned as if I was mad red, but it was quite the opposite. "You look livid." He was quick to guide me to a stone bench near us.

"No, I'm-" he sat me down and kneeled in front of me "I'm fine." My head was spinning. I had actually said that out loud. "Fíli, listen," I took a deep breath. "I thought I was going to die I-"

"I am asking you" it dawned on me that his hands were grasping mine as if I would slip away if he didn't do so, "if you meant it. Did you?"

"It doesn't matter."

"I love you." His statement was so clear, so overwhelming, that my eyes started to water. "And you're wrong, I acknowledge the importance of my duties; despite my words I know what I owe to this kingdom, but my mother taught me that my heart comes first." I tried blinking the tears away, "That means that my love for you comes first. So when I tell you— Y/n look at me—" he propped himself slightly to meet my gaze again. "That being the heir is not an obstacle for us, believe me, for it is not."

He awaited for my answer wearing his heart his sleeve, but I felt like I would break down to tears if I attempted to articulate one single word, so instead of giving him a reply, I leaned down and kiss him passionately.

He tugged me down with him and embraced me, returning the kiss with the same enthusiasm I had put on it.

"Had I known this is all it took to gain your favour," he teased with a grin, pulling away just enough for us to breath.

"You wouldn't have been hiding from me like a coward?" I finished with my forehead resting against his.

"Probably." He confirmed, leaning on to resume the kiss he had stopped.

#the hobbit fanfiction #durin's sons imagine #fili x reader angst #fili fanfic #fili smut #fili durin #fili fic #fili #fili x reader fanfiction #fili x reader smut #fili x you #fili x oc #fili x reader #fili x y/n #fili son of dis #thehobbit #the hobbit fanfic #fili fluff #fili friday #fili x reader fanfic #fili angst

[memesiders]

WARNING: BUTT STUFF AHEAD

So, I let the kittens out of their carrier one morning, and Fury's ass was hanging out. Like, her colon or whatever was hanging about an inch/inch and a half out of her butt. So I'm freaking the hell out, my mom calls our vet (because I get huge anxiety when talking to people I don't know very well on the phone. Like, my tongue feels like it's swelling and it's hard to breathe normal and it feels like there's something in my throat), of course they were closed, so I had to wait the next day (Fury was still eating/drinking/running around playing). Call the vet, they say "eh, it should be fine if she's acting normal." So I have to wait until yesterday (Friday) to take her to the vet (this happened like four or five days ago). We take her to the vet, walk in, and the receptionist says "yeah sorry the veterinarian is in emergency surgery & we can't see her today."

My mom shows the secretary Fury's behind and the secretary's like "oh that's bad! That's really bad. We can't fix this. That's definitely gonna need surgery! I didn't think it was that far out." I want to scream at this bitch because we literally said "it's sticking out about an inch or an inch and a half" like do you not know how long an inch is?! You don't have a ruler or common fucking sense?!

I didn't say that of course, but my mom was like "yeah I'm pretty sure she could die from this." And the secretary's like "well..... I can get you in on Wednesday." LIKE WHAT?!?! MY KITTEN COULD DIE AND YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP HER TO HAVE THE VET AT LEAST LOOK AND GIVE US A QUOTE OF HOW MUCH OR HAVE HIM TRY TO PUT IT BACK IN?! My mom also asked her "is it okay to give her a bath?" and the woman was like "yeah it'll be fine!"

So my mom, who is pissed by now, schedules an appointment and we leave and go to a different town to pick up my Shadow of the Tomb Raider game. My mom calls her friends vet because they're supposed to be great and my mom's like "is there any way you can just look at her? We're terrified something's going to happen to her," and they're like "sorry no we only do it if you have the money up front." Meanwhile I'm bawling my eyes out thinking that we're gonna have to put Fury down and there's no way in hell I was gonna give up on her. So we go to GameStop and my mom goes in and I face my fear of calling/talking to strangers and I call one of the local veterinary clinics. The receptionist answers and I'm literally on the verge of tears going "I have a kitten with I think a prolapsed rectum (do not look that up if you're squeamish!!!!) and we don't get money until the 3rd is there any way you can do anything?!" And this poor woman is just like "yeah, the veterinarian doesn't get in till 6 but when she gets in I'll ask if there's anything you can do for her at home."

So my mom, Fury, and I wait until 6 in the Safeway parking lot and the vet calls before 6. I shove the phone to my mom because y'know, I already went out of my comfort zone once today. The vet tells us to soak the colon in a warm sugar/water mixture or something like that and my mom's like "uh... Can we just pop on over and you can give me the directions?" Because the whole thing was explained very complicatedly. The vet's like "yeah sure!" So we go on over there and my mom goes in and she's in there for a bit. The next thing I know she's at the car like "the vet wants to take a look at her."

So I'm breathing my first sigh of relief in like 2 or 3 hours. Also, she talked to the vet about bathing her, the vet said "absolutely not! That will infect it. The only way you should put water on that is with the warm sugar/water mix." So now I'm like "that fucking secretary told us it was okay. What if I hadn't called and we went home and bathed her. How horrible would it have gotten?! WTF?!" So yeah, I'm livid with that vet.

Anyways, we go in, the vet checks her, and she's like "I... Don't know if I'll be able to get it back in. It's pretty far out. I'll try but if I can't you'll have to take her to an emergency hospital to someone who specializes in rectal surgery." So she takes Fury in the back and my mom and I are praying that she can get it back in because the only way we could pay up front for a surgery is if we do a Go Fund Me or something. We can hear poor Fury meowing in the back and I have to fight the urge to go back there and comfort her lol. Next thing you know, the vet walks in and is like "yeeeeeah, she's not gonna let us touch anything while she's conscious so we're gonna have to put her under anaesthesia."

And tbh I had a feeling they'd have to do that because Fury owns her name; if she doesn't like something she will squirm, growl, and bite for it to stop. So they put her under and we wait in the waiting room, still praying she can fix it. It takes a bit but the vet comes out and is like "success!" I breathe another sigh of relief and we wait until she wakes up and gets medicine and a cone of shame to get her back. In the meantime, my mom and them set up a payment plan (at first it was a six month payment plan but we got to a three month payment plan. For everything- the examination, anaesthesia, medicine, fixing Fury's butt, and the sutures- came down to $161 which is mind blowing tbh.

Fury is finally brought out and I hold back laughter because the smallest cone they have is still too big for her, so much so that they had to use nylon and tie it around her to secure it properly and she gets her feet stuck in it. So we leave and the poor thing sleeps in my arms the entire way home. When we get in we put her in a different crate and she hates it. She somehow manages to get the cone off so we put it back on. She gets it back off again and we put it back on and tie it a different way and now it's fine. She starts crying as we put her siblings into their crate and I feel horrible because she loves cuddling with her siblings. They all sleep cuddled together and the poor thing can't have that comfort for a few days.

We have to watch her eating & drinking and make sure her bowel movements are good and that she's not straining, and if everything is good then she should be getting her stitches out in five days and her siblings are going in with her for a welfare check because we don't want to risk anything like this happening again. We still don't know how or why it happened exactly; apparently it can happen for different reasons. The vet was shocked to know Fury was still eating, drinking, and running around, but she's a tough cookie. I'm just thankful she's okay. (Update: She's probably gonna have to go get her stitches redone actually because she's having a hard time having bowel movements.)

Anyways, that's the story of how I found a new vet and got Fury's butt fixed. Here's some photos of before and after she got her butt fixed up

#so how was your week? #lol #i'm so glad she's okay #hopefully she make a full recovery #i'm pissed that my regular vet clinic would risk her life like that #ugh #any thoughts #prayers #good vibes #and well wishes #is greatly appreciated #kitten of the meowpocalypse #fury