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Sango Pt 2- Thranduil Prompt Request

Pt 1

Can I do another request based off the last one a continuation with 185 and 186 ? Lol I told you I get hooked on your writing lol. Maybe have her say ok well now that were done here let's go kill a balrog cant be all that different then a dragon

Can I add 190 for the continuation too ? I think that would fit. Ugh I love it

I just see thranduil not willing or wanting her to leave. Like ever. " you’re mine, where you go I go."

“Be with me.”

“I’m vulnerable around you, and it only gets worse when you smile.”

“I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?”

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“How did you escape my Kingdom, again?” Your smirk flashed through his mind once again as Thranduil laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out just what your intentions were. You’d been so faithful to this ragged band of Dwarves and an odd Hobbit who had wandered so far from home. His life had been in your hands more than once and even as near strangers you had faced countless blows in his place to protect him and his kin. Since your first meeting the living puzzle you had become seemed to only grow more difficult by the minute.

With a sigh his eyes closed for a moment as he listened to the final touches being placed on the celebration floors below, soon after his mind had wandered to your actions post battle. After scrubbing clean and changing his walk to the garden venue housing the celebration he’d paused at the soft humming from a garden on the way, unable to place the tune he curiously followed it. Just past a row of azaleas he paused at your slumbering figure in the middle of a patch of grass coated in the grass growing around you with a few blooming daisies in the midst.

Under the bright moonlight above he joined the on-looking group of Elves all taking notice of your now brightly glowing chain and lace tattoo coating your formerly injured foot and ankle with swirling designs of dots coating the other. Paired with a set of swirls surrounding your knees matching the set across your eyebrows reaching down to meet the rows of dots under your eyes and ears matching the ones over the backs of your fingers and hands reaching a set of swirls around your wrists. A soft gasp left him at the glowing markers placing you as from the Years of the Lamps, before the Two Trees were sprouted and fell forming the Sun and Moon under Yavanna and Aule’s crafting.

Stepping closer your mystery grew as he eyed your baggy thickly woven sweater in a deep violet over a pair of shockingly short shorts exposing most of your thighs that seemed to scream at him to gently stroke them, testing the silkiness of your skin. Averting his gaze back to your face he moved to your side crouching down, easing his hand under your propped up legs he held to his side while his other hand curled around the back of your neck raising you up to rest against his chest as he mumbled, “Broken ribs and you sleep in the gardens…”

Gently he raised you, straightened then turned feeling your long wall of curls settle over the back of his hand while he tried to remain calm at your soft sigh through your head nuzzling closer to his cheek. Along the way he felt the eyes of all he crossed, first at your place in his arms, something they had all adjusted to at his obvious attachment to you he had yet to understand, and secondly at your markings placing you at an age far surpassing their King leading them to wonder at who you really were and why Gandalf had brought you into the Dwarven Journey. No matter what his reasons were, or who you had once been he would never let you go, not without breaking again. Slowly he had pieced himself together after the great losses he and his kin had faced, but that first smile from you had stolen something from him, something he couldn’t place. Something he knew he could never get back, one he knew he could never live without, so helplessly to you he had clung on dreading each day bringing the Dwarves closer to completing their mountain.

With you safely in bed he settled into his after his checking on the details for the celebration, still feeling your skin against his and the soft sigh leaving you at your turn over to cling onto a pillow he greatly wished to take the place of. All night he had gone over every detail of you and the short time you’d had together, then groaned at his door opening. A chuckle from the doorway opened his eyes to find his Son entering with a grin on his path to sit beside him on the bed to share the news of his latest rounds.

“All clear, so far no more signs of nests. Heard a few whispers from Radagast through the trees of the Southern Wood are stirring, mentioned Ents are on the move.”

Thranduil nodded sitting up against his pillows he piled up behind him, “Wonder what they would be wanting here past complaining again at my mishandling the woods.”

Legolas chuckled curling one of his legs before him on the bed, “Oh it can’t be that bad. Should be nice to see them again. Who knows, perhaps Miss Pear hasn’t seen them yet.”

Thranduil smiled at his Son softly, “Or she has, who can be certain.” His eyes shifted to the door at a soft knock sounding through it.

With another chuckle Legolas replied, “Don’t be like that. I’m certain if she was here before the Trees she’s probably forgotten by some injury or an enchantment on her.”

Looking at the still unopened door through his soft sigh Thranduil stated, “Come in.” Glancing back at his Son wondering what detained the servant or guard from simply entering as usual. His answer coming as a rush of racing steps ended with your landing on your knees at his side widening his eyes while the Prince chuckled at your bright smile and terribly crooked loose braid landing over your shoulder with a soft giggle. Through that the shirtless King inhaled deeply trying to remain calm at his uncovered state before you.

Before he could say anything you glanced between the pair before locking eyes with the King again saying, “So, I know it’s a bit early, and you’ve probably got tons to do with your celebration and all, but I was wondering, you’ve invited the Company correct?”

He nodded, “Yes. It would be rather rude not to.” His eyes scanned over your sweater asking, “You looked over the gowns my Seamstresses selected for you?”

You nodded, “They said the maroon one suited me best.”

His brow rose, “Maroon? You should give the blue or silver one another glance. Those shades are far more fitting to your rank. Why they would add a maroon one I’ll never know. I will discuss that with them. It won’t happen again.”

“What’s wrong with maroon?”

Your eyes moved to Legolas as he stated, “Maroon is typically worn by lower level Elves in these lands.”

You shrugged at them, “Then why shouldn’t I wear it? I’m no one past a contracted guide for Thorin.”

Thranduil raised a brow, “Through your actions Thorin has granted you the title of Lady.”

With a giggle you replied, “Why would he go and do that? What a pitiful noble I’ll make.”

Legolas, “Not true. Eccentric, but then again we’re a bit odd all of us.”

Thranduil, “Besides, you’re from the Years of the Lamps by your markings under moonlight, reason enough for a title. One I am backing against any opposition.” After another inhale he stated, “I would like to see your contract, if you have a copy, if not I can always request one from Thorin.”

“It’s in my bag. Anyways. My question.”

“Yes, the Company is attending.”

“No, not that one, my other question.” His brow rose, “Well I heard the kitchens are done being used for the cooking and baking and whatnot, so I was wondering if I might possibly be able to use some of your left over supplies to bake something, for Bilbo, it’s his Birthday tomorrow. If you don’t mind of course, if not I can, draw him something I guess, I still have a few sheets in my sketch journal I think.”

Legolas smirked at you, “You bake?”

You nodded, “Not professionally, but I dabble a bit.”

Your eyes shifted to Thranduil as he stated, “If that’s what you wish to do, then feel free to use any supplies you wish, if any stand in your way tell them to come speak to me.”

His brow ticked up at your soft squeak before you had stolen a tight hug, looping your arms around his neck planting your lips on his cheek then darting away just as fast, running across the bed and towards the door as you said, “Thank you! And I’ll do the same for yours if you like too!”

Unable to accept your offer he looked towards the doorway still feeling the warmth of your body pressing against him and his cheek where your lips had planted so firmly and briefly. A chuckle form the Prince broke his swirling thoughts before he said, “I’m surprised we haven’t seen a bell in her hair yet.”

“I…”

Another chuckle sounded, “That’s two kisses to your cheek now Ada.”

“Why would you assume-.”

Legolas chuckled again, rolling his eyes, “Of course Ada. I am imagining things. That’s why her squeaking hug drew a flash of a smile from you.” Inhaling again he eyed his Son then broke and chuckled at the lunging hug Legolas had claimed from him, pecking him on the cheek opposite from where your lips had landed. His chuckle drawing one from the King as he pulled back rising to his feet, casually walking to the door saying, “I’ll ensure no one interrupts Naneth and her baking.” His wink earning an eye roll from Thranduil who settled back to his thought only to rise himself at the notion of witnessing your skills for himself.

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Fully dressed after being detained for a few last minute details he edged his way through the crowded kitchen spotting you over the heads of the servant gathered in the doorways and cutouts in the walls of the massive room. His eyes scanned over the long counter you had selected before looking over your rolled up sleeves and braid pulled back in a bun, a strange bag twisted in your hand easing a stunningly green coating over the small dome shaped cake on top of a larger rectangular one. With parted lips he watched the seemingly grass coated mound forming as you traced a door on the front of it while his eyes settled on your near enamored gaze through your task. A soft giggle left you at its completion before you moved to the stove shifting a covered pan you let air out before moving to a row of small cakes resting on a rack to cool. All eyes watched as you stirred and drizzled the mixture over the cakes leaving them with a shining coat before you moved to soak that pan after claiming a swipe of the remnants with your pinky finger releasing a pleased hum.

Nipping at your lip you moved to grab the mixing bowl beside the set aside ingredients and fresh whisk, within minutes you had filled another piping bag drawing the King closer to you through the crowds. When you shifted the cakes from the racks at their coating drying after collecting another piping bag you had set aside he dipped a finger into the cake pan under the rack tasting the coating, a dark chocolate with a hint of cherries. Raising his eyes he glanced at you again as you softly stated, “You’ll have to tie your hair back.” To which he complied as it allowed him to move to your side with Legolas, bearing an identical bun, claiming your other side looking over the sketch of Bree. Then the next ones with the three trolls, Thorin with his sword, Rivendell, Goblin tunnels, the Thunder Battle, Beorn’s, a Spider then the Palace with a white stag followed by Laketown, Dale and Erebor with another resembling the map and key all in white chocolate drizzle. Carefully after you grabbed the other bag adding a decorative border in S’s all around the tops in the same green left over from before, when complete you shifted those into a swirling line on the top of the large rectangular cake forming a pathway atop the tray.

When complete a group of kitchen servants helped transfer the tray to a rolling cart to be moved out of the way into the chilling pantry assuring its safety until the unveiling. Turning your head you eyed the King and Prince sampling more of your toppings and the few scrapings you had set aside widening your smile as you helped collect your used supplies the servants insisted on scrubbing in your place after requesting lessons on your few baking tricks you had learned. With an agreeing nod you joined the pleased King and Prince on their path to the King’s study at his request as he stated, “I looked over the copy of your contract you have.”

“I told you, it only lasted through reclaiming the mountain and my claiming my portion of the treasure.”

He glanced at you, “And yet you still are expected to move into the mountain by the Company.”

You smirked up at him, “Is it so unbelievable that we might actually have grown to be like a family?”

Meeting your gaze he asked, “You wouldn’t wish to be among Elves over mortals?”

With a giggle you replied, “Aside from you two and Tauriel the rest of your kin are strangers to me here, all polite, but so different from me.”

Legolas, “You are older than nearly all of the Elves here I believe.”

“Again with the old thing.” Thranduil glanced at you, “I might not remember my childhood but I can’t be more than thirty at the most. Back there I was just a receptionist in a dojo. Nothing special.”

Thranduil, “Receptionist?”

Legolas, “Dojo?”

You nodded and exhaled before explaining the pair of terms, to which Thranduil replied, “Leader of a fighting school. Far from low status.”

“No,” you settled into the seat he offered as Legolas passed you the tea he’d offered. “Women aren’t allowed to run Dojo’s where I’m from. I merely answer calls and fill out paperwork for members and supplies needed and accept packages between cleaning the bathrooms and fetching lunch for the instructors.”

Thranduil nodded, “Only a leader would go to all that trouble. Sounds like you were behind every decision happening there.”

“All of that I did for minimum wage and a tiny cramped room in the back. I imagine a great number of your servants here live better than I did.”

His lips parted, “Either way, you’ve got a title now, and will be living far differently.”

Rolling your eyes you finished your tea, “As if a title actually means something to me after where I’m from.” He watched you lower the cup in your hands to the table before you as you asked, “So is there set of rules I’m supposed to follow around you two? Back home they all seemed a bit frivolous to me concerning our Royals.”

“Such as?” He raised his cup taking a sip.

“For one you aren’t allowed to speak unless spoken to by the King first.” He nodded, “When meeting the King you have to wait to be announced, usually he’s waiting at the end of a carpet when you’re presented. You bow before you reach the carpet then reach it waiting until spoken to, when he’s done with you, you bow, walk backwards three steps bowing again before you can turn away from him.”

Legolas, “Bit unusual but not far from ours, what rules are pertaining greeting the Queen?”

“Um, that depends on if she inherited the crown or if she married the King.”

Thranduil lowered his cup to the table asking, “The difference?”

“Well, in most of the world back there women are still seen as mainly property.” Their jaws clenched at the notion of what that could entail for you, “I lived in one of the most lenient countries for laws concerning women. We can mostly do as we please, even allowed to vote and earn our own wages, but as always men are at the top of the food chain and most never let us forget it.” Ignoring their ragged inhales you continued, “As for marrying Kings the Queen stays in her assigned rooms under guard and with approved ladies maids to keep her company and assure her needs are seen to.”

Legolas, “The King doesn’t handle that?”

You met his gaze, “The King mainly shares a meal, possibly two with her between his duties and if he wishes to he visits her room at night for heirs or company if he’s not wishing to be with one of his mistresses.”

Thranduil nearly glared at you through asking, “Mistresses?!”

You nodded meeting his gaze, “Women are easy to come by for Kings, I’m sure you’ve both had your fair share of offers.”

Thranduil exhaled shakily, “We most certainly have not. For Elves and Dwarves alike we choose one to marry and remain faithful to them. There is no temptation when we’ve bonded, even for Men here they rarely take lovers without remaining loyal to them. Why would you assume we’ve had offers of any sort?”

“You’re a King. Power attracts others like moths to a flame, women use what they have to offer to gain standing for themselves and their families. When you’re in the King’s favor you live well. Something you don’t have to go into detail about, Thorin and the others seemed to get into a heated state for nearly a month when I first brought it up.”

Thranduil, “I take it that’s why they were so upset to part with you.”

“It seems in all my naïve ways they were trying to assure my safety or maintaining my standing among them or at least being there to cushion the blow at my unintentional insults to others.”

Legolas smiled at you, “Well you’ve not insulted anyone here.”

Thranduil, “Have you had an audience with many Kings in your world?”

You shook your head, “No, my country elected its leaders, no Kings and they’re only in power for eight years at the most.”

Legolas, “Ah so you’ve studied other countries’ traditions on Royals then.” You nodded, “So, the Queens marrying into royalty, what tasks do they hold?”

“Smiling, waving, greeting children, visiting schools where they give lectures about eating healthy. Spending time at charities, dressing up for events, mainly just a figure head beside the King to look presentable at his side and provide heirs.” Leaning forward Thranduil propped his chin in his palm with arms resting on the table between you trying not to shout at the terrible treatment a woman of such rank would face.

Thranduil, “The King, he would at least see to her proper respect?”

“Depends on the King. Mostly in the older times and stricter countries they live separately, with the Queen being completely ready to cater to the King’s every desire.”

Thranduil, “Is that how you believe Kings here to be?”

“I’ve only met you, Dain and Thorin, so far you’ve seemed the polar opposite, though I trust I’ve pressed your boundaries more than once at least.”

Thranduil, “Your befriending Thorin I understand, you fetch a tidy sum-.”

With a scoff you replied, “I would have done it for free, he insisted on payment.” He raised a brow, “I know you wouldn’t understand, but I’d do the same for you if need be. You may not trust me but I simply wanted to know the great Kings and rulers in the world I’d read so much about. Worth more than any amount of gold or jewels in these lands.” His brow rose again as he locked his gaze on yours seeing clearly the truth behind your words.

Wetting his lips he glanced at the contract before him remembering an older question he’d wanted an answer to, lowering his arms he asked, “Your contract, you signed it with an E before your name?”

You nodded, “Ya, Jaqiearae is my middle name, my first name tends to bring me a lot of ridicule.”

His brow rose, “I doubt it could.”

Legolas, “What is it?”

With a sigh you replied, “Do they have nymphs here?” They both nodded, “Well in my old world there’s a fable of Echo and Narcissus.”

With widening eyes and parting lips Thranduil repeated, “You said Echo?” You nodded.

Legolas nudged the King’s elbow with his, “What is the fable?” Looking up you smiled at Tauriel as she brought in a message from Lothlorien the King set aside allowing her to remain for your tale.

“Firstly, there’s a prophet Tiresias, who a woman, Liriope consults about her Son, Narcissus, asking if he’ll live to an old age. He replies ‘only if he never knows himself.’

When Narcissus is 16 he’s spotted by a Mountain Nymph, Echo, a breath taking female whose only downfall is she talks too much. When the King of the Gods Zeus is out looking for a Nymph to romance his Wife Hera goes after him.” Through this you could see Thranduil’s hand clenching into a fist. “After she gets detained by Echo’s banter Zeus escapes and Hera punishes Echo by cursing her, taking her voice, to only repeat what she hears. And after this when Echo sees Narcissus she falls helplessly for him unable to say a word, simply following him around the forest waiting for him to speak.

One day he lost track of his hunting buddies and calls out hoping they will hear him, Echo gets incredibly excited and claims the chance to repeat his words back to him. Starting a strange conversation ending with Narcissus’ offer to ‘get together’, to which Echo repeats it and leaps out of a bush ready to sleep with him, but he is freaked out and yells at her ‘I would die before I let you have me.’

Echo runs away crying and hides in a cave, feeling ashamed and unwanted she remains hidden continuing to pine over him no matter how long she waits her love doesn’t fade. Until over time her body fades away to dust leaving only her voice that wanders around the world repeating what it hears.” At this Tauriel sat down mournfully with lips parted at your namesake’s suffering.

“Narcissus through all this has many other admirers whom all he turns down, still hunting when he can, when his pride against taking a lover finally does him in. One of the admirers pleas to the gods for justice and Nemesis the goddess of vengeance answers. Narcissus grew thirsty from hunting he stumbles upon a clearing with a crystal clear pool untouched for years by any creature, tall grass and plenty of trees for shade, obviously a trap, but he kneels by the water for a drink spots a young man looking back at him and falls helplessly in love with his reflection.

First he doesn’t realize it’s his reflection, tries to reach out and kiss the image, dipping his arms into the water trying to hold onto his new love, nothing works obviously. Confused he tries to convince it to love him in return, bragging about the nymphs and young girls have fallen for him. Over time he keeps trying, believing at first the figure speaks when he does saying nothing simply because he cares in return, but through his obsession he remains, slowly starving. Eventually he finds out it’s his reflection, there’s two versions, one where he starves and another where he stabs himself. But in the end of both he cries out, ‘Alas’ which Echo repeats before he continues, ‘Farewell, dear boy. Beloved in vain.’ Echo repeats his words as he lays down and dies.

Young girls and nymphs all over the world mourn him, building a pyre so they can burn his body, but when they go to look for it all they find is a flower, the Narcissus flower, or the Daffodil. And that’s it, quite a choice to name a child after.”

Tauriel said in a breathy downcast tone, “That’s such a sad tale.”

Legolas, “There’s nothing more of Echo past that?” You shook your head.

Thranduil, “In this world, there is another Echo. Sister of Lord Ecthellion Lord of the Fountains.”

You giggled softly, “Thank you for the compliment, but I doubt she’d be pleased being mistaken for anyone like me.”

Thranduil, “You would be exactly the sort any Elf Lord of his standing would love to claim as a Sister if possible.”

Legolas met his gaze, “We should write to Lord Glorfindel then, he would know for certain if it was you.”

You met his gaze with a curious expression, “Because they were such great friends?”

Thranduil, “It’s told Glorfidel assisted Ecthelion in raising his younger Sister, both claiming you as theirs to protect.”

“What happened to her? I don’t remember reading anything of any Echo in Tolkien’s tales.”

Thranduil, “When your Brother stood against the Balrog it was because it had you gripped tightly in its hand. He fought to free you.”

“So, she died?”

Legolas shook his head, “At the last blow you were knocked free, but a dragon grabbed you and took off. Glorfindel searched for ages. All the dragons found were questioned with only news that you had managed to wander away when your captor was sleeping. No trace of you was found.”

“Ah, the infamous vanishing of Elleths act, quite common in Tolkien’s tales, men’s deaths and exile get detailed greatly but the women…”

Thranduil, “I am certain this Tolkien had merely missed the chance to fill out your tale correctly.” Causing you to raise a brow, “Either way, Lady Echo.”

“Jaqi.”

Narrowing his eyes playfully he repeated, “Lady Echo, we should see to your gown.” He rose to his feet and walked around the table offering you his hand, with a sigh you accepted the help up and followed him and the Prince to your room with Tauriel grabbing the message and tagging along. Rolling your eyes you crossed your arms as they looked over the racks of gowns with a few being held up to you and your body before being hung up again.

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Coated in a silver shimmering layered gown the King had settled on matching his and the Prince’s choices for the evening you eyed the tall mirror along your wall turning your head at the gem coated circlet with several looped chains dangling from it bearing jeweled beads resting over your freely hanging lower half of your black curls. Your only thought being that you would most likely spend hours trying to untangle it before you could finally go to bed, deciding you’d leave unlacing this flowing gown till the morning and just collapse on the bed when your hair was free. But tilting your head and hands towards the mirror you eyed the glowing lines growing across your skin in the rising moonlight curious how back home they’d never appeared.

A knock at your door signaled Tauriel to enter in a deep green gown of her own eyeing you with a pleased grin, bowing her head to you and turned at your reaching her to lead you to the outdoor ballroom. On the way a pair of flowing robes joined your sides, the Prince and King both offered you their elbows to escort you to your seat then turned to welcome the Dwarves and Bilbo all arriving for the celebration, eagerly scanning the decorations and Elven crowd before reaching you for pleased scans over your appearance between tight chuckle filled hugs. Claiming your seat again you eyed the crowds through Thranduil’s annual speech before the music began with your timidly joining the King out for the first dance. At his facing you his eyes narrowed playfully at your weak glare as you mumbled, “You owe me for this.”

He chuckled lowly accepting your hands for the traditional hold in one of the few dances the pair had taught you since your imprisonment in the Elven Kingdom. But somehow you managed it between being passed between the pair while the King claimed his usual assigned dances with other Ladies of his court leaving you giggling in the Prince’s hushed reminders of the steps between your fumbled attempts at newer dances. Though soon enough you’d been claimed by each of the Dwarves and even Bilbo for a dance each before the food was set out. With the arrivals of the desserts you eyed the treats you’d taught the cooks how to create in small cakes for each Elf and Dwarf there as you slipped out to check on your surprise.

An eager squeak left you as you approached Bilbo while two Elves claimed the task of rolling out the cart coated with your gift, his grin inched wider nervously at your approach having already had small gifts sprung on him by the Company through the day. Wetting his lips he answered as you said, “Bilbo, I know Hobbits usually give gifts on their birthdays but I just couldn’t let yours pass without a gift of my own.”

His smile grew at your biting your lip again as he rose and felt his mouth drop open at the intricate replica of his home and your path along the way. Covering his mouth he looked up at you as you said, “I thought you might want a piece of home.”

Tears filled his eyes as he walked around the table crashing into you in a tight hug drawing a pleased giggle from you as he mumbled against your shoulder, “Thank you! I love it!”

When he pulled back he turned eyeing it closely as you pointed out each cake and its flavors before he took a slice of the mound for himself, smiling at the differing flavors marking the floor plan you had hidden inside and passed out each of the smaller cakes to the Company behind him before the large rectangular base was sliced up and divided between the rest of you in the King’s tables. After the cakes were finished dancing was started again finding you back in the grip of the Elf King who couldn’t help but smile as the wine sank in clouding his presumed frightened or angered reaction to your offer to aid in the reclamation of Moria at Dain’s suggested quest.

With another twirl you settled back in the Elf King’s hold as he tried to hold his same velvety commanding tone, “You are not going-.”

Your creeping smile broke his words as his eyes locked on yours getting lost in the shimmering purple pools surrounding the glowing silver flecks inside them, “You’re forgetting my prior successful escapes there Dew Drop.”

An awkward chuckle left him at your nickname through his partial smirk, “You are not going without me.”

Playfully you quipped back, “Oh really? And why is that?”

Firmly his hand gripped yours leading you through the drunken crowds ignorant to your parting, wetting your lips you followed him through an unknown area of the palace you’d yet to be led through to a dusty abandoned ballroom with a mural of a glowing city stirring a prickling in the back of your mind close to a stirring memory. Your mind silenced at the King closing the door behind you and his turn to face you stating, “You are not leaving without me. You are mine, where you go I go.”

Your brow rose through your giggle, “Really, I belong to you now? Not close to what you were trying to say earlier.”

With a huff he replied, “That’s not-“ With a groan he continued, “You are so willing to abandon your kin to be with the Company!”

Tilting your head slightly you fired back raising your voice as you carried on, “And just who said I was abandoning anything? I can’t choose with whom I live? Just what would you have me do, since my very decision seems to trouble you endlessly?!”

In a clear shout back at you he replied, “Be with me!” Your lips parted as he closed his eyes inhaling deeply to calm himself down after spotting your flinch at his raised tone. Opening his eyes again he exhaled slowly extending his hands at his side marking his peaceful intentions with you as he watched the hint of fear in your eyes dim, and yet doing nothing for the stab in his chest at having inflicted such a worry in you for your safety. “I will go with you, to Moria, but then we are coming back here.” He exhaled again taking a step closer to you spotting your fingers curl around the ends of your sleeves halting his path to you. “You are infinitely far from a possession or prisoner. I want nothing more than your safety and happiness. By your own words you have no memories of growing, for all you know you could have wandered your way into that cruel world and lost your memories. You deserve more than to see the mortals around you fade while you fill some aimless role in their kingdom.”

“So I’m no prisoner or possession, and yet you still order me about?” His lips parted but closed again at your hint of a smirk and playful gaze, “And just what role would I be filling here, it seems all of yours are filled already. Besides, what if this Lord Glorfindel discovers I’m not the Lady you assume I am?” His brow quirked up at your soft, “Hmm?”

“That matters little. You have a title now, just as you did then. I know you must be her. Even if you weren’t it matters little.” Looking him over and his backtracking circle he made both verbally and physically as his mind raced as what to say next, his eyes landed on you again stirring a hint of a smile he fought against showing, “Don’t you smile.”

Beaming widely at him you caught his brow twitching as the corners of his lips quirked up, “Why not? Your Majesty?” Your step closer to him caused another inhale from him before he swallowed dryly. “Why shouldn’t I smile?”

His eyes scanned lower to his chest following your finger’s path to straighten the jeweled pin securing the front flap of his long robe just under his neck, before he could stop himself he said, “I’m vulnerable around you,” His eyes rose to meet yours stirring another twitch of his brow before his eyes sank deeper into an adoring gaze at your eyes, “and it only gets worse when you smile.”

You nodded, smiling wider as you turned, “Alright, I’ll head to bed then, since my smile bothers you so.”

His eyes flinched wider and he followed you back the way you came before his hushed directions to a back path to the Royal Wing where he stated again, “You are not going alone to Moria.”

Turning in the doorway he opened for you, you stated, “So adamant. Can’t imagine you being so protective to all your guests.”

“You’re not a guest.”

“Right, I’m a bartering chip, to hold until your first trade meeting when the mountain is suitable once again.”

With a scoff he followed you inside towards your vanity, losing the door behind him, his eyes scanning over your hands rising to try and loosen the chains resting in your curls he aided you with. “I intend to hold you much longer than that.” His soft tone rising as he spotted your smirk in the mirror realizing he’d said that aloud, in a firmer tone he added, “You are no bartering chip.” His hands held the chains up carefully unaware of your growing smile at his furrowed brows at the troublesome task of removing your circlet carefully.

“Doubtful I’m very useful past that.”

“You have many talents.”

“Apparently turning a King into my personal guard is one of them.”

“If that’s what you wish for me to be…” His tone dropped to a slightly saddened one as he set your circlet back in its case then turned to face you at your soft giggle.

His hopeful smile grew at your smirk at him, “What would I expect from a King? You’re the one insisting on guarding me.”

Following you towards your closet he watched as you removed your gifted flats and set them back in their home. “You’re the one insisting on chasing after such creatures, Dragons, Balrogs.”

With another giggle from you he caught your eye as he blocked the doorway, “What could a Balrog be compared to a Dragon? I bring down behemoths, what else would you have me do?”

Wetting your lips you leaned against the side of a row of cubbies near the doorway causing his eyes to scan over you and your curtain of hair once again. “I would have you safe in my lands where none of them can touch you.” Scanning over your hair again he added in a sentimental tone, “I would have you wearing a bell from me.”

Your brow raised, “A bell. And just what would that name me as to you?”

“It would mark our courtship.”

“Courtship? I have nothing to offer a King.”

“You have everything to offer. Even if you refuse I will remain your faithful guard, no matter where you choose to go.”

“You have a kingdom to run.”

“I have a Son, old enough to take my place.”

Your lips parted, and your eyes scanned over his face, “You’ve obviously had too much to drink.”

Brushing past him you entered your room he followed after you, “I am not drunk!” Wetting your lips you turned to face him at his fingers grazing along your elbow in a timid attempt to get you to face him again without frightening you again, “I have never once imagined ever finding my One, and I would freely hand over my Kingdom and crown, should you choose a home somewhere past my borders.” His hands gripped his crown he’d slid off and folded gently in one of your hands. “As long as I get to remain with you, at your side.”

“If you think for one moment,” his gaze grew far sterner through his heart sinking at what he imagined to be your refusal, “That I would ever force or even allow you to change anything about yourself to be with me you have no idea who I am at all.”

“No matter what or where you choose, I’ll be there.” Your eyes sank to his crown in your hand and he stole the moment to close the distance pressing a kiss to your cheek. Raising your eyes again as he said, “I’m surrendering myself to you, body and soul.”

“Dew Drop.”

His lips parted at your exhale through your raising the crown to ease onto his head again sending another flicker of pain through his eyes, as he tearfully asked, “What more do you want?”

Your fingers eased through his hair draping across his chest, “I would have you be the King you are.” Lowering your gaze you moved your fingers to stroke along his cheek, “No matter what you would sacrifice for me, don’t you dare change yourself for me. What I would want, is you, no changes, no exile. I could care less about the crown and all it brings with it. I can’t promise much past myself, I would expect nothing more than that from you in return. Do you understand?”

A hopeful flicker ran through his eyes as his hand shifted to cautiously graze his fingers against yours, “This is your acceptance then?”

“Don’t you dare forget who you are, can you promise me that?”

His free hand rose to stroke along your cheek, “Anything you wish, it’s yours, my Dearest One.” With a growing smile he stepped back, “I’ll fetch my bell.” However his body paused and turned back to you at your fingers gripping his tighter.

“I will have more terms to add later.”

A smirk eased onto his lips as he stepped closer to you cupping your cheek, “Courtship is all about negotiating terms, my Dearest.” He snuck another peck on your cheek then pulled away, “I’ll fetch my bell.” Swiftly leaving your room as you raised your hands to start pulling the tightly gripping pins trapped in your braided back top half of your hair, and left them in the jewelry case Thranduil had gifted you as well. By the last pin another set of hands were added to yours aiding in removing the last and the braids after it, gently he guided you onto the stool at your vanity while another set of braids were added to your hair. A single soft ring signaled the end of his intimate gesture, ringing through his leading you back for more desserts and dancing.

Pt 3

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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luziflor · 7 years

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Witchling tips

1. Let your first grimoire be junky! Buy a small and cheap notebook with no fancy decorations as your first grimoire. Why? Because even experienced witches change their path as they learn more and more. If you are like me, once you have things so memorized you no longer need the tutorial, you wont want all those pages taking up space in a pricy nice grimoire. And this means you can experiment with your writing and drawing stlye in the cheap book, and have more use of the nice one.

2. Your grimoire is for your craft only. Add sheets that interest you. You do not need the dates of each zodiac sign and what they represent if you arent ever going to look at it.

3. BUT WHAT IF I DO NEED IT AT SOME POINT??? Basic rule- Information hard to memorize and could absolutely be useful? Add a sheet in your grimoire for the very basic information about it and especially where to find the important info about it, for later. Information is easy to find and passed around a lot? You will likely have it all memorized at some point and maybe shouldnt be a priority. Write a note in your phone that doesnt need internet, or in your computer. Write on a small post it note and stick it to the inside of a drawer in your desk. Or even the inside page of your grimoire, and you can just toss it later.

4. Do not think you can only be one type of witch, or have to identify your type of witchcraft. And Be Open to being a rare type of witch that you cant find much information about. But study even harder for this.

5. I can not stress this one enough- do not go pining after super powerful deities or wanting to be some sort of spirit and demon lord. Lots of new witches want to do this for power and just simply being cool. But people who are able to do this and do it well have studied for years usually and have the strength it needs. You have to build up to it. And also, dont treat it like some hardcore aesthetic. Demons dont want to be your armcandy, and will fuck u up if you try. (and deities dont want that sort of disrepect- you may find them ignoring you entirely or teaching you a lesson)

6. You dont need a reference sheet of 50 plants that all the other witches have, when all thats around you is clover and daisies. Write what the clover does, see if you can find rare types of it around you and what they mean too. Write all the things you can do with clover or how to use it in a pinch. Same with daisies. Yes, all of the knowledge is great to know, but dont waste time and energy on something that wont be of use to you in reasonable time.

7. What if you have lots of weird and exotic plants around you but cant find any magick references on them? Make them yourself. Study its history and go off of that, and your initial gut reaction to seeing it. Symbolism is not meant to just be the popular opinion, it is personal too and sometimes stronger from that. (and of course- please be careful and make sure you are not playing with a dangerous plant or one that is super rare and needs to be left alone).

8. Reference sheets are not just for what things symbolize, but can also be for where to find them. For example, maybe you dont want to or cant buy blackberries but need them right now. Remember that random wild bush behind your college that you saw? Into the grimoire it goes. Write down the item you can find, where to find it, and any important notes. Add several locations that you know where to find random things, when you know its safe to use and doesnt belong to anyone (or you have permission).

9. If you do divination or other types of readings you dont have to put it in your grimoire, and you dont have to discard it. Grab a second cheap notebook or folder, and write down the date, reading type, and your message. Later you can go back and write down how things came true, what you didnt expect to happen but did, etc. You can write lots and lots of stuff down into a notebook that is still important but wont take away from things you may need for a super long time.

10. Grimoires do not have to be books. They can be notes in your phone, pictures you save, tumblr blogs, other blogs, photos in a photo album, folders, etc. Find what works for you, and your first one doesnt have to be perfect or exactly the type you want. Get all the information you need in that junky one, and upgrade to the real one you want after youve gotten more experience and can get that nice one you want.

These are just my personal opinions and should be taken with a grain of salt! Im not a witchling but this is information that became very needed and obvious to me after I started my grimoire and ran out of space, and when I moved to a foreign country.

#witchling #baby witch #tips #grimoire #plants

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samraclaus · 7 years

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Do all of them pls💜💜 I think ur really cool!

omg whoever you are thank you!!! I’m aggressively not cool tho

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood?

Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride or Beauty and the Beast2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet?

Ina, my tiny jack russell terrier that ran away ://

3.) have you ever been drunk?

yeah4.) have you ever tried drugs?

yeah5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said?

oh yeah, i always sad dumb things to people

6.) have you ever made someone cry?

uhhh I think my mom when she was being overdramatic7.) has someone ever made you cry?

definitely, a lot of people8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it.

uhhhhh idk what that really means tbh but maybe?? if im gonna talk about this specific person then I guess I realized when I started telling him everything and actually wanting to be around him all the time since that doesn’t happen to me9.) which came first the chicken or the egg?

uhhhhh this is hard10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them?

yeh, I’m bisexual and of course I support them!!11.) how many siblings do you have?

just one! Nanners :)))12.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love?

Yeah, I guess13.) are you a good cook?

Yes!14.) what is your favorite tv show?

Probably Lost or Pretty Little Liars cause I’m trash15.) what is the last movie you cried during?

probably Finding Dory lmao16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any)

I don’t think any tbh but almost this song Erin showed me senior year called Somewhere Only We Know 17.) do you have a middle name?

nope18.) have you been out of your country?

yes!! I’ve been to Bosnia and a couple places in Europe but only in airports19.) are you a chocolate fan or not?

YES20.) how many people have you kissed?

just one21.) what is your favorite album?

tbh probably Lines Vines and Trying Times by the Jonas Brothers lmao22.) what is your dream car?

an SUV or like a Spark 23.) what is your lucky/favorite number?

6!!!24.) what is your favorite flower?

daisy maybe25.) books or movies, why?

It depends, I really love books but movies are really nice to look at26.) have you ever been on a blind date?

nooooo27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you?

kinda yeah28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends?

ugh yes and I regret it so much29.) what thing do you symbolize love with?

music30.) do you have neat handwriting?

depends on how fast I’m writing31.) do you have a friend with benefits?

nooooo32.) do you want a friend with benefits?

nooooo33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be?

probably a teacher or a traveler34.) have you ever been blackout drunk?

kinda35.) have you ever met someone famous?

yeah, it was a Bosnian singer in a band36.) how many concerts have you been to?

only a handful, I’m not big on concerts unless they’re kinda chill37.) which concerts have you been to?

I’ve been to a few Fall Out Boy concerts when I was into them, I’ve been to music festivals, Jesse Mccartney, and other ones I can’t think of right now38.) do you have a hidden talent?

I can draw/ paint but I don’t ever show anyone. And a lot of people think I’m a really good singer??? (I’m not being that guy that really aggressively cant sing and pretends I can)39.) what do you do when you’re stressed?

take a walk and sometimes cry40.) do you think money can buy love?

no, at least not for me41.) how old would you date?

probably 2142.) have you ever done something illegal?

yes43.) what is your biggest fear?

heights, open ocean, squids, caterpillars, what happens after death44.) what is an unusual fear you have?

squids lmao45.) can you drive?

sadly not yet but when I did drive a couple times I was good46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures?

yes47.) do you believe in karma?

kinda48.) what is one quality you need in your partner?

to make me laugh and not be very affectionate, I’m not into that49.) do looks matter?

kinda sadly50.) does size matter?

not really but unless someone is literally dying from their size or severely unhealthy it’s cool51.) who is the last person you forgave?

I have no idea tbh52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor?

coffee and superman53.) what languages can you speak besides english?

Bosnian, (Serbian and Croatian basically cause they’re so similar)54.) ever been on a plane?

yes sadly55.) ever been on a boat?

yes sadly56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t?

yeah sadly57.) are there any friendships you regret?

oh yes58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make?

YES59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours?

yes60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am?

so many times61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through?

yes! my friends and I stayed out all night on the first day of this semester and watched the sunrise62.) are you scared of rollercoasters?

very but I’ve never been on one63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually?

6-10 :)))64.) do you have any plans this weekend?

probably not, I just wanna chill 65.) do you miss anyone right now?

my family but I get to see them tomorrow66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now?

idk socializing is too much work67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be?

read minds or fly68.) who is your favorite superhero?

Black Widow or Captain America69.) are you dirty minded?

noooo70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s?

80s: Karma Chameleon by Boy George

90s: Don’t Speak by No Doubt

2000s: Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson (it makes me emotional cause of the Princess Diaries)71.) how many kids, if any, do you want?

probably 272.) who is your biggest OTP?

idk my parents lmao73.) what is your favorite food?

chocolate or bread tbh74.) do you want to be married one day?

yeah, maybe75.) dogs or cats?

dogs!!76.) do you drink enough water daily?

nope, I wish77.) have you ever seen a shooting star?

nope78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you?

no, space is scary79.) how many best friends do you have?

only a handful80.) when was the last time you cried?

Last week yikes 81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself?

YES82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed?

YES83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go?

Italy!!84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself?

friendly, weird, average85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person?

yes86.) what is your favorite season and why?

definitely fall cause it’s the perfect weather and my style fits with it the most

87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it?

yes88.) do you know how to play any instruments?

I used to play the piano and the violin89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not?

yeah, soft music90.) what are you allergic to?

grass 91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like?

yeah, someone really pretty like Selena Gomez or someone really think like Lily Collins92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be?

I can’t think of anyone rn93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why?

Lily Collins cause she’s such a cool person94.) are you outgoing?

only around my family95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to?

yes96.) are you a good flirt?

nope lmao I don’t even try. Flirting is gross97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down?

both :))))98.) which planet is your favorite?

Pluto B)99.) are you superstitious?

very100.) are you a good listener?

yes101.) are you a good kisser

????????102.) would you kiss any of your friends?

nah

#other people asked for specific ones but this person asked for them all so this is easier

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flockofdoves · 3 years

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wait ok maybe a bad time to start this at 1:30am (<- started this post last night lmao) but i’ve been thinking so much (for a long time but this week i think maybe prompted by jonny saying stuff in the s5 q&a part 3 about fanon character designs getting more homogenous as the fandom gets bigger its really been on my mind again) about my thoughts on the magnus archives character design stuff

(this turned into such a fucking long post my god sorry lol. just writing this for my own purposes really but i feel ridiculous i spent like a good portion of the past day writing this out dkjfhgfd)

like i already said on that other post character design stuff is full of so much under the surface both really silly and almost nonsensical (like ‘oh this character just feels like they have a lot of triangles incorporated into their design’ or the slightly more connected to reality arbitrary ideas people have about what type of character might wear glasses) and stuff thats incredibly loaded and very much connected to real life systems of oppression. so its like. idk. i like drawing people and fashion and harmonizing shapes and the idea of coming up with people who dont exist through abstracted drawings that somehow click and that can feel cohesive even with different angles/expressions/poses/etc is really fun to me conceptually but Character Design(tm) as a thing even outside of established tropes and schools of it that really lean into elements that can uphold gross shit as shorthand just inevitably theres so much to consider in the implications of making a person (visually) and ascribing traits to them (or i guess in this case largely the opposite)

so thats not something id call fun its just important and inevitably a big factor if i’m going to put any of this to words and can only hope i do so non-clumsily when i wanna talk about this on the whole just bc i find the process of how fanon designs get homogenized interesting (and the purpose of it understandable and maybe a bit inevitable in certain contexts) but also regardless of any actual potential problematic implications in any of that just bc i like the creative process of coming up with character designs i like trying to see when it comes to practicing that through applying it to characters in non-visual media i care about how i can break my guides for what they could look like down to their bare essentials between canon description, things i vibe with personally, etc so that if i have all that written down for myself it can be a good starting place for just experimenting with designs (i dont have any desire to settle on any one design for these characters but its just good general practice for this stuff) and maybe pushing a bit against some things that seem to be generally defaulted to mix things up or w/e. so yeah i’ve just wanted to write all this out for myself for a while, so after that long fucking intro fdkgh here goes!

jon!!!

ok so canonically hes born about 1987 and is like roughly 28-31 throughout the series but looks older to the point where he straight up lies and says hes a decade older at one point, he has graying hair, has been described as looking like he hasnt slept in weeks

(this bullet point contains spoilers up to early s4) depending on what part of canon youre describing him in he canonically has scars from worms probably all over his body (post ep 39), a burn scar on his hand (probably right and probably roughly shaped like a handprint) (post ep 89), actually i’m checking on the wiki now and it specifically says melanie stabbed him in the shoulder? but rereading the transcript and another couple parts that i thought potentially could mention it i dont believe it ever actually specifies (maybe the person who wrote that is conflating how both melanie and daisy’s first injuries from the slaughter are on their shoulders? so even if not canon good guess i guess that his scar from thats on his shoulder) (post ep 125) plus also probably on his throat from daisy (post ep 91), somewhere from michael stabbing him (post ep 47), and who knows maybe even something from mike crew (probably not it was just the height part of things not a lightning strike but i saw fanart of him getting a lichtenberg figure scar once from that which was interesting) (post ep 91)

has been described as ‘scrawny’ and ‘little’ which may just be more of a insult but because of that i support manlet jon lol. also because of that tend to think of him as skinny and not very muscular but i’m def not opposed to him being fat i think its really fun when i do see interpretations of him as such esp in juxtaposition with martin its nice having stuff sometimes where its two fat characters in a relationship. but if i’m leaning on every little word to narrow down character design i’d say hes most likely thin and probably short too.

getting into stuff with no real canon basis, i am a fan of him having long hair like a lot of fanon has him with. its a very tangential justification because i know its more the specific events surrounding this this was describing but when he was described as a “grubby jesus” that helped lol

but! my jon hair opinion that seems to differ from fanon is that i think maybe itd make sense with him being described as looking older and stuff to give him a bit of a receding hairline

not sure about glasses either way i think it just comes down to the specific design whether it looks good or not. there is something conceptually funny to me about giving an avatar of the eye glasses and debating whether that “makes sense” or not lol. one time i saw someones design where he stopped needing to wear glasses later on and i thought that was kinda fun

i don’t really care for like. idk. glowing green eyed jon or multiple eyes or w/e. like i get it. idk probably somethings happening when hes doing like the ceaseless watcher thing or like that one scene where he forced a statement out of that person who described him as “all eyes” like the phrase but maybe not just that as a phrase. so that plus the cover art of the show being green and making people probably theme stuff on that color i guess i cant blame people for doing that but idk just like. it feels kinda just Blah and not that novel to see a lot of the time and a bit too tropey or w/e for my personal taste unless people mix it up a bit. so i tend to prefer him just looking like some guy even later on usually. also with just like brown eyes or w/e

okay so this next part is for both jon and martin because i cant fit this into either of their sections because i feel like i cant adequately talk about this without doing it in juxtaposition to one another

this post summarizes basically anything i’m reiterating here far better but basically by nature of this being a podcast written by a white person for whom most of the first characters voiced (who included most of the most frequently appearing characters outside of those described by others because they were reoccurring avatars or w/e long before voice appearances) were from a small pool of people at a majority white company and their family members, even if that wasnt “intentional” of course that pattern happens so much and more productions should be conscious of that from the get go and reach outside their immediate circles to cast more actors of color from the start of their productions if they have the resources to properly compensate them. so basically from there theres no real totally satisfying solution for portraying “aracial” characters acted and written by white people’s race, because the situation just isn’t ideal in the first place

so like, with that in mind, i know its a bit of a mixed bag with jon in fanon being pretty consistently either ambiguously a person of color or specifically south asian, because i know people of color who were excited from fanon going in for him to be a person of color only to realize hes written and voiced by a white guy and has no canon race (which might just somewhat default to him being written as white since theres no active thought to how him being a person of color, let alone any specific race or ethnicity, might affect anything), but then on the other hand, characters with no race given being defaulted to being portrayed as white is absolutely another common issue in fandoms of things like books and podcasts. so personally because of that i would feel weird portraying him as white in my own designs in contrast with how consistently hes depicted as a person of color, but i would be interested in potentially depicting him as other races beyond the default fanon of him being south asian too (although theres def stuff to consider there that doesnt prevent any interpretation but just is there regardless like his dynamic with daisy in like s4)

and then this post expresses things better than i could ever rehash, but because of the stuff outlined in there in my own attempts at character designs i try to avoid making martin white because of the juxtaposition between that and making jon a person of color in their dynamic. not as pertinent and not something i’ve taken in from any fan of color saying it so i’m definitely not dictating this just talking out my thought process, but by extension of this i’ve also tried to consider how colorism in juxtaposition between them might make it sit better to have martin have darker skin than jon. this does get a bit weird though when balancing how martin has a couple really goofy lines implying ignorance about police abusing their power (i guess charitable interpretations could be that hes plenty aware but nonetheless vocalizing shock in the moment of it actually happening in front of him), so even if as one of the few characters i’ve posted designs of before i drew him as black, when i remembered those lines i guess its just an issue of an “aracial” character being defaulted to being written as if hes white, so even if he certainly could still be black (or any race besides white who might not have the luxury of ignorance about police brutality) it just makes clear that by him being written the way he was nothings ideal because theres not necessarily much depth that can be taken from canon to make certain depictions of him as satisfying or well fleshed out as they could be. oh also so inconsequential to the rest of this and i dont care about this at all beyond just latching onto any scrap to base things off of but the fact that martin maybe knows at least some polish i feel like thats not a language most people just know from school (esp as someone who didnt go to college) or w/e so maybe his mom is polish so probably hes part white at least to wildly extrapolate from there? idrc tho its just one more thing to note on the subject depictions of jon and martins races

martin!

canonically the same age as jon (so approximately born 1987 and roughly 28-31 throughout the series)

theres at least like 4 things in canon that can be used to say hes canonically fat, and some of those lines also more just generally describe him as “big” or w/e so while i dont care about sticking to this as much its easy to argue hes tall too (esp that one point where he says a worm “jumped literally 6 feet through the air at my face” which i guess could be approximate or the worm like. arcing lol and also iirc jonny says he doesnt remember writing that line but regardless its another thing to latch onto to narrow down design stuff)

melanie!

canonically has a scar on her shoulder (as of late 2016), probably on her leg too (if not by early 2017 then by early 2018/ep 125), and is described as skinny

(spoilers for late s4) (also eye trauma mention) post ep 155 she’s blind but trying to research what exactly she might look like like would the results of the damage she does with the awl after going to the hospital would her eyes need to be eviscerated vs enucleated? idk. thinking about lydia saying in a s3 extra in retrospect talking about this where shes like ‘it wouldn’t work like that with [an awl]!’ bc . lol yeah idk. or like would she have scarring on her eyelids or anything, would she have glass eyes, would she feel a need to wear sunglasses to protect her eyes or as a visual cue that shes blind (bc idt shed be the type to just wear it to hide her eyes) or not, etc. i’m not sure! one thing i do know for sure though thats a pet peeve in art is that people make her cane have a red stripe on it when it the UK especially a red striped white cane is for deafblind people, so her cane is most likely just plain white (also theres different styles of white canes but from researching i think shed probably make use of a long cane imo)

my biggest non-canon appearance thought about her is just. melanie king butch 💗

i do think its fun when characters get drawn with unnaturally colored dyed hair for no real reason and do think people should have fun with that more but simultaneously the contrarian in me gets annoyed with how common blue grown out roots straight hair bob melanie is. like the fun of the novelty of being ‘fuck it dying this characters hair’ gets sucked out of it from it being so consistent in fanon. also while she def could be a long haired butch or w/e regardless i just wish fanon of her was way more masc for my own self indulgent reasons

basira

i think the only canonical appearance description is the implication that shes not thin by jared when describing her, melanie, and martin, distinguishing melanie as “the skinny one”

hussain specifically as a surname spelled that way while i’m def no expert, from people i know personally and looking online too seems to be most common specifically with pakistani, indian, and bangladeshi muslims so it makes the most sense to have her be depicted as south asian. considering her VA, her being part black could make sense too but also i feel like its kinda a Thing in a lot of media where they’ll barely have black characters but when they do they’ll make them cops so like idk that’d def require more thought to it.

definitely not on authority on this of course this is just me talking through my own thoughts but i feel like maybe the common fanon of her being a hijabi feels a bit just like . theres not much thought behind it for a lot of people doing it? like it feels like ‘she has a muslim name’ -> ‘she’s muslim’ -> ‘she wears a hijab’ and not much else. like theres just like a whole lot that would need to be unpacked with any main character being religious in this series and actually specifically iirc theres a part in season 5 or something where her and jon reflect on the implications of all this on human religion? and both seem a bit agnostic in their approach. and of course theres people who wear hijabs who arent particularly religious (just like obviously vice versa) but for adults in places that arent majority muslim i feel like a main motivator for that would be connection with ones wider community? but basically all of the main characters in this story like necessarily with the themes and how all this was able to happen to them they feel pretty atomized from any real community (she specifically is paralleled with martin in how she latches onto daisy) none of this is at all to say she couldn’t be practicing islam and/or a hijabi but just that if thats how people want to depict her i think it deserves more thought than just drawing her as such (like for one example of how people have done cool things with making characters muslim i appreciate this artists comics about muslim jon (1, 2, 3)) but yeah! idk just something i’ve been thinking about but very much is not something i can act like an authority on of course. because being a hijabi is something stigmatized i do nonetheless feel slightly weird if i were to go against that fanon but idk

part of me is like ‘we dont need more butch cops’ but then the other part of me just defaults to wanting to make every woman gnc lol. for w/e reason i tend to picture her dressing pretty practically in like khaki cargo pants and hiking boots and flannels and such

daisy

canonically theres here starburst shaped scar on the back of her shoulder

(spoilers for mid s4) i dont care to find it now but i feel like once she was described as scrawny or skinny or whatever (not sure how much focusing on muscle vs thinness if so) but if so that was after she came out of the coffin so i dont think that really implies she always looked like that and i think maybe even by contrast could be implying she was muscular before

def think it makes sense to make her white. generally i do see her similar to fanon depictions of her although i do kinda wish in juxtaposition people would make more women look butch besides her. i think when i first pictured her before seeing fanart or anything it was pretty similar in build and hair color and demeanor such as most of fanon but i pictured her with like . you know like the tight bun women in the military wear lol. so its more ambiguous if her flavor of powertripping “tough” white woman is gay or not. but idrc regardless i dont plan on making much art of her

tim

uhhh i think the only canonical description of him beyond his worm scars (post ep 39) is that basira called him hot in comparison to jon and martin lol

ever since i started listening i keep defaulting to picturing him vaguely like tim from marble hornets lol. so like idk i think its fun when he has defined eyebrows and sideburns and stuff. but not even that i’m really Set on i think theres a lot of fun potential designs for him

sasha

canonically has long hair, is tall, and has glasses

(spoilers for either end of s1 or end of s2 depending on if you’ve figured out something. if you know you know lol) like obviously theres weird stuff in juxtaposition if you make not!sasha a different race than her. i think probably regardless theyre the same race considering melanie didnt note that when describing what sasha looked like. idrc about figuring out what not!sasha looks like ig if i ever make art of her i’ll just figure it out

i think this was the first art i ever saw of her like right around the week or so i started listening to the show that was posted and a mutual reblogged it so i think from basically the start thats how i pictured her essentially. but the main parts of ‘long dark hair, glasses’ i internalized from that are so close to just canon so maybe not saying much

georgie

uhhhh i dont think theres any canon description of her? and i dont have very many opinions on what she does look like honestly except that i think she looks very bisexual lol. i like the idea of her presenting pretty gnc but still maybe having some fun with feminine aesthetics too, but honestly making her present totally masc is really cool too

oh also wrt body type stuff. part of me is a bit tired of how sometimes it feels like fat characters only get to be in romantic relationships if its with skinny characters and rarely are there character designs of two fat people together and melanie is canonically skinny (which doesnt really matter i Could ignore it but i like latching onto descriptions just to narrow things down) and jons maybe implied to be which makes jon/martin like that too. but on the other hand idec i care more about just having fat wlw characters so if melanie in all i project on her cant be that then georgie will be

oliver!

only canonical description of him i believe is “tall, black and careworn, deep lines of worry etched into an otherwise handsome face”

uhh beyond that idk.. not really set on this at all but i feel like maybe he dresses like. business goth lol. like idk. well put together casual clothes like nice quality short sleeve button ups and chinos or nice cuffed jeans but maybe darker colors and a bit of a vaguely edgy but not tacky flair (like fucking idk. raven pattern button up or something lol)

i saw some art of him once where he had long locs and also just idk he was like doing that ominous floaty thing which included his hair and that had a nice rhythm in the art together with the black tendrils in the background so i could appreciate him having long locs/braids/twists or something. but def not set on that and ofc theres like a lot of years to depict him between he could have various hair styles

this is hard to really judge but ive seen posts where people are like ‘haha i draw oliver just like i drew kravitz in the adventure zone’ which is like vaguely annoying to me idk lol. but of course i cant Really know if thats what people are doing from depiction alone bc theres no set appearance for kravitz himself but sometimes i get the Vibes thats whats someones doing and its just like. whatever idk. branch out and design another character!!

there are literally soooooo many more characters i really thought i could make a short-ish thing for each character beyond a few necessary addendums but god even on inconsequential shit this post is already SO fucking long lol so i’m giving up for now i’ve done most of the main people plus my favorite side character so its fine i can get back to this later if i really want to

#cpost #tma blogging #i try to note spoilers on individual bullet points throughout this so it should be fine to read if you avoid those bullet points i think #even if youre not finished with the podcast

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