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aslket · 6 months

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So I know I read something like this back in high-school on LiveJournal or something, but I reblogged a post about Camilla Hect reading Harrow's letter and I was reminded of Legolas

Because Legolas' dad got asked by Gandalf and Some Ranger to look after this horrible little creature right? Keep it locked up but alive, because it might know about something important. How they acheived this is anyone's guess, because Gandalf wasn't at all forthcoming about what that knowledge was. But however it's done Thranduil agrees, and Thraunduil's a king of his word, so they are apparently going to incarcerate this thing indefinitely. And it's an awful thing, it's so shriveled and cringing and weirdly small? Like a goblin-sized extremely old addict, who's been eating toddlers mind, but who Gandalf just literally tortured. Keep in mind, real goblins exist and the wood elves don't try to rehabilitate them, so they could presumably perceive that he wasn't 100% evil

Anyway this horrid little not-goblin can't eat real food, can't stand the sun, and obviously hates being locked in their cellars for over a year. So they let him out on the darkest nights to climb a tree in a clearing under gaurd. Wood elves aren't monsters, and this small being is clearly suffering, and they'll mitigate that if they can. Right for all sentient beings but orcs, Sauron and Rignbearers says Thranduil

But then. Then that little shit manages to communicate(?) with someone(???) while up a tree in the middle of a clearing gaurded by archers in the dead of night, and a bunch of fucking orcs bust him out. Or even worse, he didn't and they have a critical security crisis on their hands, instead of only an extremely severe one. This is not a great look for Thranduil, and now he's gotta let Gandalf know ASAP what went down because, as previously stated, the reason he agreed to house this weird sounding pitiable creature was presumably because Gadalf gave him some extremely incomplete and alarming info about why it was so desperately important he be safely imprisoned

Regrettably, nobody can ever fucking FIND Gandalf, which makes letting him know kind of difficult. A wizard is never late, because you can never actually pin them down for a fucking RSVP. So Thranduil grabs his son, after all the tracking and reapprehension of this fugitive has failed, and tells him to go to Rivendell and leave a message for Gandalf and That One Ranger with Elrond

This is a shitty job. Legolas' home just got attacked and a bunch of his people killed, and now he's gotta travel over the misty fucking mountains to find a hidden bloody valley and tell a literal 1/16th angel, on behalf of his people, that they've completely fucking biffed it. Jury's out on if Legolas has ever really left Mirkwood before, boy's never even been to Lorien, which is just across the river. The only sliver of a bright side to this is he won't actually have to tell Gandalf himself. If he shows up in Mirkwood looking for the afwul ittle guy, his dad gets to tell him what happened. The chances of "the grey wanderer" HAPPENING to be visiting Rivendell during the same day and a half Legolas spends there, probably just handing off a letter and mooching some supplies in a properly diplomatic fashion, approach zero

Then Legolas actually arrives.

So there's DWARVES here, and the son of the Steward of Gondor, and That One Ranger AND Gandalf. Apparently a council is happening, and Elrond's hosting. You guys didn't get an invite, which is pretty insulting, but apparently NOBODY got an invite and everyone just got up independently and decided to come here because bad shit was happening in their individual corner of the world. That's basically unprecedented, and not a good sign, but this is also a great opportunity for Legolas, and phenomenal branding on Elrond's part, really. All these people ended up here with news, and he's gonna make sure they all leave on the same page, and Legolas gets to take all that info back to Thranduil.

The only wrinkle in Legolas getting to be actually present for this once-an-age get together is that Gandalf and That One Bloody Ranger are ALSO here, and that's a little embarrassing, really. Sucks to advertise the you couldn't manage One Job in front of the DWARVES. But at least it's just that you lost track of one gross little creature, who's probably been eaten by orcs or something by now, so its not the diplomatic disaster it could be.

So everybody gets together, and Gandalf shows up with a pair of hobbits. Obviously Legolas has heard of hobbits, but its perhaps occurring to him at this point that they're Suspiciously small. He's only met one other non-goblin creature that size.

The council starts, and the fucking dwarves go on, but everybody covers the basic situations at home and they're pretty universally Not Great. But then Elrond says ok, now that we're all on the same page, we're gonna cover the important secret stuff. Legolas, at this point privy to state secrets of elves, men and also dwarves, might be puzzled here. Especially when Elrond proceeds to give a lesson on ancient history, starting three thousand years ago. That is a long time ago even for elves, and he's covering what, the fucking rings of power and the last alliance??

Actually, he's covering specifically one ring of power, and it whereabouts. And also that Gollum had it, and it comes up that BILBO did too (what the fuck??) and oh, also, That One Ranger is the lost King of Gondor. Cool. This is fine. Now everyone is talking about how glad they are that Gollum's under lock and key and can't cause any more problems, and Legolas literally leaps from his seat at this point to mention with considerable concern that he's actually not

This is real bad news for all of five seconds, but then Gandalf blows it out of the water when he drops the Saruman's-a-fucking-traitor bomb. And eventually this leads to Legolas agreeing to go on a crazy quest to MORDOR with four hobbits, a wizard, a king, a steward's son, and a dwarf. Literally everything Legolas thought was a huge problem has been revealed to be minor annoyances leading up to the apocalypse

And that's what I love about Camilla reading that letter. She thought she was dealing with some shit. She thought she was going to impossible lengths. She had NO IDEA

#the lord of the rings #legolas thranduilion #one of my favorite thing to do in fiction #is see a side character realize the plot is happening #the locked tomb #camilla hect

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sunderingstars · 4 months

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❛❛ 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. ❜❜

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ ABOUT ME ⌝

NAME: sunder (mutuals can call me alex)

AGE: 22

PRONOUNS: they/he/she

GENDER: fluid

ARO: ace

⟢ genshin impact ➜ ar 60 ➜ kaeya main

⟢ honkai: star rail ➜ tl 70 ➜ welt/argenti main

LIKES:

⟢ cats ➜ i have one chunky boy, as well as a dog, jasper, who just is a silly little guy

⟢ writing ➜ i’m about to graduate with a bachelor’s in english/creative writing, and have been writing ever since i can remember

⟢ daydreaming ➜ although i do it maladaptively, that doesn’t mean i don’t love it. four-hour escapist fantasies my beloved ♡

⟢ michael distortion's laugh ➜ something about it scratches my brain. it works better than my antidepressants

⟢ kite ➜ my beloved. my beautiful meow meow. if i had to pick one character to be stranded on an island with, it’d be him

⟢ favorite foods ➜ grilled cheese, tomato-basil pasta, chicken salad sandwiches, chobani flip

⟢ favorite drinks ➜ lemonade, hot chocolate

DISLIKES:

⟢ wasps ➜ i do not think this is an unpopular opinion. wasps scare me

⟢ fatigue ➜ i’ve had chronic fatigue for 8 years and yeah, it’s not fun

⟢ discourse & drama ➜ it makes my obsessive cycles cycle faster than a broken washing machine. 0/10 would not recommend

⟢ hot weather ➜ it is gross. and sticky

⟢ soda ➜ i have a fizz intolerance so drinking any amount of fizz makes me literally throw it back up

FAVORITE MEDIA & CHARACTERS:

⟢ genshin impact ➜ pantalone, kaeya, neuvillette

⟢ honkai: star rail ➜ welt, argenti, sampo

⟢ hunter x hunter ➜ kite, kurapika

⟢ the magnus archives ➜ jon, martin, michael distortion

⟢ fear & hunger ➜ cahara, enki

⟢ additional media ➜ arcane, tgcf, ohshc, tbhk, omori, lord of the rings, the silmarillion

⟢ additional characters ➜ silco, howl, hua cheng & xie lian, mitsuba & kou, basil & sunny, gandalf & the nazgúl & aragorn & legolas, morgoth & annatar & glorfindel

⟢ past media i may revisit from time to time ➜ fairy tail, the x-files, mha

BRAINROT:

⟢ parental kite ➜ please talk to me about mentor & found family kite !! i am begging !!

⟢ pantalone ➜ literally anything and everything about that man. i am soaking up what little information we have like a sponge

⟢ fatui harbinger dynamics ➜ what can i say, i love villainous organizations & i love shitty people who get on each others’ nerves. this goes for the phantom troupe as well, btw

⟢ tragedy ➜ i will take a good tragic narrative any day, as long as it’s well-executed

#⌞ ✦ system.nav ⌝#about me

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deheerkonijn · 3 years

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Two New Mod Fics Where They All Show Their Asses A Little Bit! (except for Gimli, he’s perfect)

@roselightfairy has a little headcanon about the perceived vegetarianism of elves. Very generously she has let me borrow it for modern ‘verse reasons because I love it so much! These two take place in both the early days, and the later days of Legolas and Gimli’s relationship.

* CW: vomit and talk of the meat processing industry - please tread carefully if these are sensitive topics for you!

substitutions: add $1.50

T+ for swearing :>

He’s clearly been carefully cultivating his annoyance, but so has Legolas. He whips around and tosses his sleek hair over his shoulder with as much haughty disdain as he can muster.

“I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?”

He is a Man. A tall man, even taller than Legolas, with an only-sort-of-fitting button up shirt and a scowl under a scruffy beard and mustache. The stranger’s well-worn crow’s feet squeeze at the edges of his eyes as he squints, and he’s about to say something, but then -

“Ah - Legolas!” Gimli appears at Legolas’ elbow, and does his best to make insinuating himself between the two look casual. “Oh and I see you’ve met my supervisor. Éomer, this is my fiancé, Legolas.”

Meat’s Back on the Menu by Roselightfairy

T+ for barfing :(

The boy’s eyes meet Éomer’s and he could swear for a second that they share a moment of exasperation. Éomer tries to cast him an understanding smile – he’s sorry about his dinner companion. He thinks it comes across fine; the boy rolls his eyes just a little before heading off into the kitchen.

Legolas turns his attention back to his menu once the boy is gone, scowling at the pages as though they have offended him. “You know,” he comments, “if they would just offer one single decent vegetarian option . . .”

* CW: vomit and talk of the meat processing industry - please tread carefully if these are sensitive topics for you!

#roselightfairy #lotr #lord of the rings #legolas #gimli son of gloin #eomer #gigolas #mod gigos #fics #fun lil thing #legolas can be a little shitty #as a treat

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 2 years

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Rings of Power, First Look (+ my shitty thoughts in between):

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(child, where are your parents and whomst the ever-living fuck are you. Why do you look like Frodo if he read Huckleberry Finn on repeat)

(*Peter Parker voice* that thing doesn’t obey the laws of physics at all)

(The reason why Legolas worked so well was because he wasn’t only a jock, he was also a Theatre Kid. Bro needs some more pizzaz — a little ✨jazz hands✨ action every now and then whilst surfing on a shield)

(*nature documentary voice* and here, in the flesh, we have our one and only token long-haired elf of the male variety — perhaps the last of his kind, and very endangered)

(beard’s a little unbraided in an almost virginal manner, especially for one who’s supposed to be married, but he reminds me of a ginger chihuahua I grew up with, which is exactly what Gimli reminded me of. I can appreciate that, as that’s how I want all dwarves to make me feel)

(his haircut looks the exact same as my gender identity crisis hair cutting episode in the mirror yesterday. Maybe he’s working through some stuff too, idk. Maybe they’re gonna grow his hair over the five seasons as a show of character development. Either way, I’ve got the Hots™️ for him, but then again I have daddy issues so there’s that. He looks like someone who had a lot of arguments with Maedhros. In fact, the more I look at his hair, the more I’m convinced Friends is a sitcom in Middle-earth now, and he’s kinning a little too hard with Chandler Bing)

(this is totally a “*gasp*, you’re an ELF” scene via pushing the hair back to reveal the silicone Etsy ears, but briefly I thought “oh fuck they’re cutting Galadriel’s hair off too no one is safe” which says a lot about the elves’ hair choices so far)

(okay, I’m laughing a little too hard at us as a fandom right now if this is the nudity we were all worked up about. Then again, there’s five seasons all together, and I’m aware Bezos always seems to have the last laugh, so I’m gonna shut up now about Meteor Man’s butt hanging bare in case I jinx us)

(who the fuck are you and why are you crying. Ten bucks it’s somehow Thranduil at the Battle of the Last Alliance watching Oropher die. 20 bucks says I’m wrong about the nudity and we’re gonna have to endure a scene of watching Legolas get created in an archery armoury somewhere)

That’s all, folks. Sound off.

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bitsandbobsofwriting · 3 years

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Merlin accidentally becomes Legolas/Katniss/Merida… you know the type;

He may be shitty at sword fighting, but Merlin begins to use a traditional bow and arrow and… actually becomes very good at it??

I imagine the first time he does it, it’s a complete fluke.

The five knights, The King, and Merlin are on their way back from yet another (frankly, ridiculous) quest.

They have been, of course, ambushed by a group of bandits, twenty to their six (six plus Merlin, though no one bar Lancelot knows about his magic, so he isn’t counted as a fighter). Though the knights outweigh them in skill, their sheer numbers makes it a… challenging, fight (meaning that they are winning, but far too slowly for their liking, and no one wants to admit it).

Now normally, Merlin hides behind a tree or in a ditch, and performs his spells quietly without being noticed, slowly helping and speeding up the fight. Except this time, the Gang was in the middle of a barren, open field, the bandits had disguised themselves with magic until the moment they attacked, and Merlin was right in the middle of all the action.

Everyone worried for his safety. There was nowhere for him to hide here, so they had to keep an eye on him, lest he get hurt (and Arthur sulked, or kicked off, depending on how badly he was hurt).

With nowhere to hide (and no branches to drop, or roots to trip people with), and one of the knights throwing a glance his way every ten seconds, he couldn’t use his magic.

He was currently on his hands and knees, Leon directly in front of him, Percival to his left, holding off four attackers between them (Merlin would marvel at how impressive that was if he weren’t otherwise preoccupied).

He keeps trying to get to Arthur, crawling between legs and over the groaning, injured bodies of bandits (he made a point to land sharp elbows and harsh knees into the more… sensitive areas), but with everyone moving around so rapidly, and the vicious swinging of swords and axes and maces inches above his head, he kept getting side-tracked and blocked and almost knocked out.

With a frustrated huff, he notices yet another bandit rounding on The King. Said huff turns into a pained gasp when he realises that Arthur hasn’t seen him yet.

The bandit raises his weapon in the air, seconds from bringing it down on Arthur’s back, but Leon is right there, and there are no branches to drop on him, and Arthur still hasn’t noticed!

The noise is too loud, grunts and yells and clashes of metal drowning out any sort of warning yell that Merlin could throw Arthur’s way, and he scrabbles around on the floor desperately; hands raking through sharp grass and over bloodied bodies as he stares in horror at the triumphant smirk on the future-King-killer’s face.

Time seems to slow (no magic, just adrenaline) as Merlin’s hands find purchase on a smooth, curved piece of wood. He picks it up without looking, at first intending to throw whatever it is as hard as he can in the bandits direction, before something (magic, instincts, periphery vision, who knows) tells him to look down.

He obeys, and widens his eyes as he sees the longbow gripped tightly in his right hand, and a stray arrow on the floor next to his left.

Merlin is no expert, only having actually hunted once or twice back home in Ealdor, when he was younger, but that was just enough knowledge for him to know roughly how to notch the arrow and fire. He pulls the two up quickly, a plan formulating in his head:

Step 1) Notch arrow.

Step 2) Close eyes.

Step 3) Magic? Hope?

Step 4) Come up with some sort of lie that explains how he managed to make the shot from sixty yards away, through a crowd.

Thankfully, it would appear that Merlin’s bad luck has given him a rest today; the first three steps go off without a hitch (the fourth will come a little later, when the battle is over), but he doesn’t have time to congratulate himself before he’s thrown into the fray, the bandits now obviously seeing him as some sort of threat.

Arthur finally defeats his own attackers, looking behind him in shock to see his unknown enemy lying on the floor, gurgling up blood and grasping weakly at the arrow through his neck. His head whips to the side, trying to find whoever had made the shot; his bewildered gaze meets Merlin’s for only a second before the servant is dragged to his feet, and promptly punched in the face.

He stumbles back and can just about hear Leon yell something from beside him but he pays it no mind, righting his balance once again and swinging his arm back, before bringing it down harshly on his newest attackers head. The resounding crack echoes over the field as the wood of the longbow splits in two on the bandit’s skull, and he drops like a sack of potatoes.

The fight doesn’t last much longer, each knight taking advantage of their enemies' fatigue, and Merlin using his now broken longbow to whack them in the shins or trip them up when they weren’t paying attention.

He was sad to see it broken, but two of his closest friends literally owned a blacksmith's, and he had easy access to the Castle’s armoury; he could get a hold of another one easily enough, as long as he survived the journey back home.

The battle finally came to a close. Everyone was exhausted, and each of them was sporting more than one hefty bruise, but they were all alive and there were no serious injuries, so they could be grateful for that. After Arthur had counted his men, and generally taken stock of things, he traipsed tiredly over to Merlin, who had abandoned his broken bow in favour of cleaning a still weeping cut on Elyan’s temple.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Merlin.”

The servant ignores him at first, biting his lip in concentration as he carefully wipes the grime away from the wound. It was small, so an infection wouldn’t be too worrying, but it wouldn’t be comfortable and would make the scarring worse, so best to avoid it if at all possible. He hums in satisfaction as he leans back on his heels, Elyan gives him a grateful smile, and Merlin finally throws a glance Arthur’s way, before focusing back on threading the needle in his hands; it would only need two or three stitches, thankfully:

“Hmm. I'm not fond of hunting, but we had to for food back in Ealdor. Except we didn’t have fancy crossbows or hunting dogs, so we had to make do with hand-whittled longbows.”

Arthur nods, frowning slightly:

“Still, if I’d known you were that good, I would’ve demanded you had a bow of your own; that way us lot wouldn’t have to spend so much time making sure you don’t get yourself killed.”

Merlin smirked and quirked an eyebrow, but doesn’t look away from Elyan’s stitches, whispering an apology at the man’s wince before he speaks slowly, concentrating:

“Careful Sire, that almost sounded like a compliment.”

Elyan snorts out a laugh, but Merlin tuts and lightly slaps his leg disapprovingly, and he stills again. Arthur rolls his eyes with a huff:

“As if. Hurry up, I want to get moving as soon as possible.”

Arthur wasn’t the only one that noticed Merlin’s outstanding shot, and over the course of the next few day’s journey home, he received a multitude of compliments from the other knights.

Including an hour long excited infodump about the history and use of longbows from Leon, which Merlin eagerly hung onto every word of, a fond smile on his face (Leon was a noble, and had it practically beaten into him to not ramble, so Merlin always did his best not to discourage the man. That, and the fact that it was actually very interesting, and useful, if he were to keep up this charade that he was an expert marksman).

When Merlin finally had a moment alone with Lancelot, a few days after they had gotten back, he burst:

“Please please tell me you know how to use a longbow??”

Lancelot raises his eyebrow from where he was sat on the bed in Merlin’s room. Merlin was staring at him with unconcealed desperation, and the knight chuckled as he answered:

“Why? It’s not like you need any more training, that was a cracking shot.”

Merlin huffed loudly, running his hands through his hair as he looked back at the knight:

“I used magic!! I closed my eyes so no one would see and I guided the arrow with magic! Now everyone thinks I’m some master marksman! This is bad. What if next time I can’t use magic, or what if someone notices that I have my eyes closed when I fire?”

Lancelot clamps a hand over his mouth in a poor attempt to stop himself from giggling, but he gives up quickly, bursting into laughter at the younger man’s panic. Said younger man fumes, sputtering as he picks up one of the knight’s discarded boots and throws it at him:

“It’s not funny, Lance! I’m being serious, this is an actual issue!”

Lancelot calms himself, rubbing the mirth from his eyes as he takes a deep breath:

“Ok ok, sorry. Yes, I can teach you to use a longbow properly. Have you ever actually used one before, or was the hunting thing a cover?”

The red fades from Merlin’s face slightly as he realises the other man is intending to help him, his panic lessening:

“Sort of. Yeah, I went hunting with a bow a couple times, but not enough to be that good at it.”

Lancelot sighs fondly and nods his head:

“Well, that’s a start at least. Come on, I’ve not got patrol until after dinner, and Arthur thinks you’re busy helping Gaius, so we’ve got a few hours.”

So I imagine that’s how it goes for a while.

After their last big adventure, Arthur was reluctant to head out as a group again, wanting to give everyone time to recuperate and get back into the swing of things.

Merlin’s skills with a bow were bought up constantly by everyone, news had even reached Gwen (who gave him a proud smile and a cute little dance to congratulate him) and Gaius (who raised an eyebrow, and had much better skill than Lancelot at holding in his laughter).

Gwaine, Elyan, and even Percival were desperate to set up targets and watch him shoot shit (their words), Leon wanted to talk about the specifics of technique and crafting, and Arthur... well. Arthur sounded like he was taking the piss, but there was something else in his tone that Merlin couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Affection? Pride?

Probably not, probably jealousy and annoyance that Merlin is so effortlessly good at something that Arthur himself was average at at best.

Merlin manages to avoid it for a while, showing his “skills” off, but he and Lancelot are running out of excuses, and Arthur is starting to accuse him of being a fake who got lucky. Normally, things like that didn’t bother Merlin, and technically Arthur wasn’t wrong... he had got lucky, and cheated with magic, but that wasn’t the point. It was nice for Merlin, to be good at something, really good.

He was good at plenty of other things. Magic for starters, though not even Lancelot knew the full extent of his power in that area. But he cooked well (shown by the fact that the knights always scoffed the lot), he was a good physician (shown by the fact that the knights trusted him just as much as Gaius when it came to treating injuries and sickness), and he was a BRILLIANT servant, if he did say so himself.

But he never got any actual praise for that. Merlin hated to think badly of the knights, his friends, but they only complained when Merlin wasn’t there, never praised him when he was. Well, apart from Lancelot. And that had just started a bunch of rumours that they were... uh... boinking.

(False. Anyone with more than two braincells could see that Sir Lancelot was head over heals in love with the newly-promoted Housekeeper, Guinevere, and that The King’s Manservant had an affinity for certain a blond prat-King.)

ANYWAY

It was nice for Merlin to have a skill that others thought worth complimenting, and with Lancelot monitoring his practice sessions, correcting any mistakes and offering congratulations whenever he did well, he hoped it wouldn’t be too long before he no longer had to come up with excuses.

Luckily, Merlin picked it up very quickly.

Despite being clumsy by nature (though Lancelot is starting to suspect more and more that it’s all for show), the dark haired servant can consistently hit bullseyes from fifty yards within a month. The further away from the target he got, the less astounding his aim was, but that was to be expected, and another month later he could successfully hit a moving target from seventy feet.

A training session, around three months after he started properly practicing, he finally “gave in” to Gwaine’s begging. Lancelot helped him set up a bunch of targets, and fetched a bag of apples to throw.

Merlin put on quite the show, grinning at the uproarious applause he got from the knights when he hit every single bullseye, and every single thrown target. Thankfully the knowing, proud smiles between the servant and Sir Lancelot went unnoticed, and even Arthur gave him a clap on the back and an impressed nod.

The first time Merlin met the knights in the courtyard to find Leon holding a longbow and quiver of arrows out to him, he panicked slightly, but one reassuring smile from Lancelot boosted his confidence, and he took them with a quiet thank you.

(After the fifth time, Arthur huffed, and told him to just keep them. He was the only one that regularly signed them out of the armoury anyway, so it would just be easier if he just took possession of them.)

It settled everyone’s stomachs, knowing that not only did the group have a master marksmen, hiding in the trees and taking out enemies that they didn’t see coming, but that Merlin personally now had more than his frankly horrifying (or... horrifying as far as they were concerned) stealth skills to keep him safe.

And that (a master marksmen in the trees) is exactly what happened.

In the early days, it involved a lot of bruises; Merlin could fire well, but firing and balancing at the same time? Took some getting used to, and involved a lot of falling out of trees at inopportune times.

The knights, Gwaine and Arthur especially, laughed endlessly at that, but quickly stopped after a particularly tired and irate and bruised Merlin fired an arrow so close by Gwaine’s crotch, that it stuck his trousers fast into the tree just behind him.

At first, it was meant to be just as back-up; Merlin was no knight. He still refused to wear armour, and Arthur didn’t want his manservant to make himself a target... at least that was his excuse.

Really, it was because (as far as Arthur was aware) Merlin had never deliberately killed before. Even now, years into his Kingship, and even longer into his knighthood, Arthur hated killing; it made him sick, and took a lot of practice at compartmentalization before it no longer bothered him as much.

Merlin was his manservant, his (best) friend, the love of his life (secretly). He was not a warrior, he was not meant to kill, he was meant to be protected from that.

But alas, Merlin did not get the memo, and the first patrol he went on with his bow and quiver slung over his shoulder, he killed at least five bandits.

After the fight, it was Leon who approached him first, a concerned look on his face despite Merlin’s nonchalant expression as he checked over the string for wear and tear:

“Are you feeling alright, Merlin? You got a few good shots in there, you’re not feeling sick?”

Merlin looked up at the hand on his shoulder and the soft words, a confused look on his face:

“Why would being good make me feel sick?”

Leon tilts his head in sympathy, which just makes Merlin even more confused:

“The man you killed the other month was spur of the moment, protecting your King. But you... you killed a fair few men today, Merlin. I know that can be incredibly difficult at first, I just wanted to check in.”

The others had finally walked over to join them; Percival, Elyan, Gwaine, and Arthur looking equally concerned, whilst Lancelot hid his proud smile. Merlin just raised an eyebrow at them:

“You seem to be under the impression that I’ve never killed anyone before?”

Everyone (bar Lancelot) looks taken aback at that, and Arthur frowns whilst Leon drops his hand in shock. The King speaks slowly:

“Merlin, are you telling us you’ve killed people before?”

The manservant clenches his jaw at that and looks back down at his bow, resuming his checking of the string and its knots. He speaks lowly, and the knights can tell it’s not a topic he’s fond of:

“Hmm. It’s a tough world, Sire. I’ve done what I had to, to keep myself and the people I care about safe.”

At his dark reply, conversation stopped, and didn’t resume for the rest of the day as everyone contemplated Merlin’s words.

That is, until he was the first one to successfully catch dinner later that evening. At which he got an incredulous look from Arthur when he made it back to camp with his half of the patrol:

“I thought you despised hunting??”

Merlin didn’t look up from the hares he was skinning, and the rest of the knights tuned in, curious:

“No. I hate hunting for sport; it shows hubris and cruelty. Hunting for food is not only necessary and natural, but humbling, if you do it right and honour every part of the creature.”

Arthur, ever the eloquent one, stared at him blankly, and said, rather dumbly:

“...What?”

Merlin huffed, finally looking up:

“Going after helpless animals on horseback with crossbows and hunting dogs is like giving yourself a huge pat on the back for winning a tournament against an unarmoured, unarmed, unconscious opponent, and then calling yourself strong and brave for daring to fight in the first place. It’s an egotistical act of violence for no other reason than cruelty for the sake of cruelty.-”

The knights looks on him with shock, Percival and Leon at least having the decency to look a little ashamed. Merlin looks back down to the hares, and everyone notices the careful way he cuts at the fur:

“I’ve taken these lives to feed us as a necessity. The meat will be eaten, but that isn’t all. I’ll take the bones home for Gaius, the marrow is useful in a lot of medicine. The fur can be repurposed for winter gloves or socks. The organs and other bits that we won’t eat: I’ll take for the pigs in the farms, or the dogs up at the castle. In using every part of them we are... honouring them, in a way. As a thank-you for their... sacrifice.”

Arthur looks a little dumbfounded. As royalty, he of course had never really considered the waste that comes about with hunting, but Merlin, a farm-boy from a rural village who barely scraped by every winter? Of course he saw a deeper meaning in hunting. He would have to.

Elyan is the first to break the silence:

“You almost sound religious, Merlin.”

Merlin looks up at him, a strained smile on his face. As magic incarnate, he has a particularly strong, temperamental relationship with nature and her creatures, a bond that some might call faith. To be wasteful or cruel in any way hurts him in more ways than one:

“Not really, I just have respect for nature, is all.”

No one mentions the thinly-veiled insult, but everyone creeps closer, wanting to see the way he disassembles the creatures for future reference.

It’s been eight months since that first, perfect shot.

Merlin’s skills with a longbow had become a normal, expected part of The Gang’s experiences, but the knights never stopped praising and thanking him when he saved their lives (something that Merlin still hadn’t quite gotten used), and The King had apparently not stopped thinking about it for barely more than a second.

Yule was approaching quickly: Merlin, Gwen, and the Steward being constantly busy with preparations in the castle, the knights being run off their feet escorting emergency aid to the border villages for the harsh winter, and Arthur himself having every minute of the day taken up with speech writing, invite sending, and his other general King-during-Yule duties.

That however, was all to be expected, and of course did nothing to keep Arthur and Merlin from their annual traditions.

It wasn’t official, it wasn’t even spoken of, but the last evening of Yule, the night before the new year, the two of them always spent together.

The last feast of the year would finish, Arthur would stay to see his guests off, thank the staff for all of their hard work, and finally retire to his chambers, his tired manservant barely a hair’s breadth behind him. They would sit in front of the lit hearth (in comfy chairs that only they used), work their way through a jug or two of wine, exchange small gifts, and fall asleep in front of the fire. Their hands, dangling over the side of their chairs, seem to be creeping closer and closer with each passing year; though have yet to become entangled by morning.

This year was somehow no different, and very different, at the same time.

The King and his Manservant settled in their chairs, tired and already a little more than tipsy from the wine drunk during the feast. Arthur looked up at Merlin, the fond smile dropping from his face when he sees the other man’s features pulled into a contemplative frown:

“What’s on your mind, Merls? I don’t think I’ve seen you this serious since the start of the celebrations.”

Merlin looked up at him suddenly, his eyes wide, but he smiles and shakes his head:

“Nothing, nothing. Just thinking is all.”

Normally, Arthur would raise an eyebrow and let a scathing tease on the state of Merlin’s intelligence fall from his lips, but not tonight. This is the only night of the year that The King allows himself to entertain the idea that perhaps he and Merlin were more than friends, or at least could be. So instead he resumes his smiling, and looks back to the fire, taking another sip of his wine before responding softly:

“What about?”

Merlin hums, copying Arthur’s wine-sipping, before taking a deep breath:

“The future, mostly. You, me, Camelot. Secrets and truths, and when one might turn into the other. Soon, I think... yeah. Soon.”

Arthur huffs slightly in amusement. He knows that Merlin hides a great deal of himself, but he always becomes more cryptic after a few glasses of wine, like he desperately wants to say something and doesn’t have the power to stop himself from hinting at whatever it may be.

He asks his next question good-naturedly, a smile sweetened by wine gracing his face:

“The hell does that mean?”

Merlin lets out a short laugh, looking up at the other man:

“Oh, you know. Thinking about spilling all my deepest darkest secrets to you, at some point soon.”

Arthur snorts, saying, only for the sake of keeping up the charade they’ve built:

“You don’t have any secrets, Merlin. Certainly not any that are deep or dark.”

Once, Arthur would have believed that. Then, when he stopped believing it, he was angry about it, and now? Now, he finds he doesn’t mind so much. He is confident, he has faith, in both himself and in Merlin. He knows that those secrets are there, and Merlin knows that he knows, but that’s ok. Nothing either of them could reveal would tear them apart, at least not for long, so Arthur was happy to wait until Merlin was happy to share.

Merlin chuckled at Arthur’s response, shaking his head slightly before reaching down and picking up a small wrapped parcel that he’d stowed away before the feast:

“Come on, I’m a little nervous about your gift this year, so let’s get it over and done with.”

Arthur nodded, accepting the change in subject, and set his wine down so he could pick up the (much bigger) parcel by his own chair.

Merlin raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything. After the first gift-exchange happened, Merlin had put his foot down and made Arthur swear to not go overboard on the expense side of things. Arthur may have been a prince, and now a King, but Merlin was still just a servant/physician; he could hardly afford anything worthy of a King.

He had a feeling that Arthur might’ve broken his word this year, but where Arthur had likely gone overboard with expense, Merlin had definitely gone overboard with sentimentality.

They swapped parcels, Merlin placing the large, heavy box carefully at his feet as he gestured Arthur to open his first. Arthur got to it, tearing the paper off without a second of hesitation, and Merlin allowed himself to smile fondly at the child-like excitement on the blonde’s face.

Arthur’s brow creased as he dropped the paper to the floor, stroking soft fingers over the worn leather of an old, well-loved book. Merlin took deep, fortifying breaths as Arthur carefully opened the first few pages, butterflies in his stomach as Arthur’s eyes wandered the yellowed paper in curiosity.

The King looked up at him, amused confusion on his face as he asked:

“Is this yours? I didn’t know you could draw, Merlin.”

Merlin gulped, and shook his head as memories of the exquisite sketches filled his mind; detail-perfect renditions of the castle, the town square, waterfalls and knights in action and people that Merlin didn’t recognise (for the most part. Arthur evidently hadn’t gotten to any of the pages with young Uther on them).

“No, not mine. This one requires a little explanation-”

Arthur nodded, carefully closing the book and holding it protectively in his lap as he gave Merlin his undivided attention:

“-I mentioned off-handedly to Leon a few months ago that I thought the lack of... of paintings of the late Queen in the castle was odd.-”

Arthur gulped at the mention of his mother, but nodded with a small smile when Merlin paused:

“-He said that when she passed, The King had everything to do with her moved to the vaults. He couldn’t force himself to destroy any of it, but looking at it, day in and day out, was too painful. We found the keys, with the help of Geoffrey, and went down to have a look, see what we could find. We didn’t tell you about it because we didn’t want to disappoint you, in case we couldn’t find anything.-”

Merlin once again looked a little nervous at this, and reached a hand out towards Arthur. When the man didn’t flinch away (if anything, he leaned into it), he moved to grip his shoulder blade, running his thumb over the exposed skin at the base of The King’s neck.

“-We found... a lot. Old clothes and paintings mainly, some jewellery. But then I found that;-”

He nodded at the book in Arthur’s lap, and tightened his grip on his shoulder. Merlin spoke his next words so quietly that Arthur almost doesn’t hear him, a soft smile on his face:

“-your mother was quite the artist, Arthur. I knew you had to have it.”

Arthur gasped softly, his eyes widening as he looked down at the book:

“You... you think my mother drew these?”

Merlin smiled at him, moving his hand to squeeze Arthur’s wrist slightly, before dropping it entirely:

“Check the back page.”

Arthur took a deep breath before doing what Merlin said, handling the book with even more care than he had before now that he knows who it belonged to. He turned to the very last page, to see an inscription written in beautiful cursive. Merlin recited it aloud, having memorised the words weeks ago:

“My dearest son, my silly sketches are able to hold only a fraction of our Kingdom’s beauty. I know one day that you will see what I see, treasure it just as much, and make it your own. You have my support, forever and always, your loving Mother.”

Arthur bites his lip harshly, lifting the book to press his forehead against the words as he shuts his eyes tightly, though that does nothing to stop the tears. Merlin replaces his hand on The King’s shoulder as the man shakes. He sniffles slightly, putting the book back in his lap, though keeping his hands wrapped around it securely, as he looks to Merlin:

“Merlin, I... I don’t even know what to say. This is... amazing. I... Thank you.”

Merlin smiles, shaking his head slightly:

“Technically, it wasn’t even mine to give, it’s always been yours. But I thought it might make a nice surprise. There’s plenty of other stuff down there, I’ll show you in the morning.”

Arthur nods his head, wiping his tears as he carefully places the book on his side table and gestures to the box at Merlin’s feet. He was itching to scour through the book, dedicating every single line to memory, but whilst Merlin had been nervous about Arthur’s gift, Arthur was buzzing about Merlin’s, and he was desperate to see the man’s reaction.

Merlin huffs out a laugh, but picks the box up, noting once again how heavy it is. He sets about removing the paper, much calmer and more methodical than Arthur had been, with his face pinched in concentration.

He frowns in curiosity as he sets eyes on the wooden box. It had a hinged lid, and a logo that he’s certain he recognises burned like a brand into the corner. He can feel Arthur bouncing in his chair slightly, and looks up at him in amusement, laughing once again when he nods excitedly back down at the box.

He lifts the lid, and takes in a shocked breath.

Inside was a beautifully crafted long bow; the wood smooth and varnished and carved, and a leather quiver. The patterns embossed in the leather and carved in to the metal at the base, match those carved into the wood of the bow, and Merlin traces soft fingers over the intricate swirls, stopping with a teary smile at the Pendragon crest, carved just next to a Merlin bird.

He lets out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding as he looks up at the excited King:

“Arthur this is beautiful. Gods I almost don’t want to touch it, I feel like it should be on display behind glass.”

Arthur lets out a laugh, obviously pleased with Merlin’s reaction:

“Nope. It will be going with you every time you leave the city, and considering how much trouble we always seem to attract, I have no doubt that it will see a lot of use.”

Merlin laughs, closing the lid carefully and setting the box back on the floor, before launching himself bodily at Arthur. The blonde laughs, wrapping his arms around Merlin’s middle with no hesitation as the other man mutters endless thank-yous in his ear.

The servant finally pulls back, settling in his own chair again, and the two of them hope that the other puts the flush on their face down to the wine, and nothing else. They look to each other with wide grins on their faces, and Arthur breaks the stare first, taking another gulp of his wine before laughing jovially and speaking:

“Well. Here’s to an amazing year, and hopefully an even better one, starting in a few minutes.”

Merlin nods, lifting his own goblet to tap it against Arthur’s:

“Here’s to the past, that guides us-”

He gestures to the book on Arthur’s table:

“-and the future, that calls to us.”

He gestures to his new bow, and they both finish their wine off, a healthy flush to their cheeks and fond smiles on their faces.

They fall asleep in their respective chairs, the same as every year.

In the morning, they wake with pounding headaches, a promise of a golden future, and hands intertwined.

THE END!!

We love a cutesy/hopeful ending😌

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Tales Of Arcadia + Memes & Foolishness + Funny Headcanons

I saw a Voltron one and now I will torture you. This could kinda fit in with the Big Bro Douxie AU so tagging @honeyxmonkey

Eli is the cryptid of the group. After finding the trolls, aliens, and wizards. He just goes ballistic and tried to find Nessie, Mothman, and the Billycraggle

But Nimue is Nessie so...

Steve and Toby become some weird meme duo. Quoting vines and memes all the time.

Steve and Toby: *shoving Douxie towards Merin* "YOU ARE MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE!!!"

But Jim and Douxie come up with the darkest jokes ever. It's kinda terrifying.

Eli: Wow it's really dark outside!

Douxie: Like my soul and my coffee at 3am

Jim: Like the bathtub

Krel and Claire are the sarcastic ones.

Somebody: *says something*

Claire & Krel automatically: *something sarcastic*

Aja also liking memes but not understanding them would be adorable.

Steve and Toby just keep trying to teach her but she doesn't get it at all

Y'all say Krel wouldn't like Douxie's music, but I think Krel loves all music and would think it was badass if Douxie used his spellcaster guitar in a battle

One time when things get messy, Douxie throws his staff and it turns into a motorcycle, he just jumps on and runs over the bad guys.

Jim in the background: "Vespas are better."

Jim and Douxie proceed to get in a competition about it. Jim wins but only because Douxie lets him.

Toby and Darci, Jim and Claire, and Steve and Aja go on a triple date.

Eli and Krel hide at a different table and watch because they have nothing better to do.

Douxie is their waiter and WON'T LEAVE THEM ALONE

Whenever they have a larger scale battle, everybody counts their kills like Gimili and Legolas in LOTR. Jim, Douxie, and Aja always win except for one time when Eli wins and boasts about it for a week.

One night they have a sleepover and watch shitty action movies till the crack of dawn but it's basically only Douxie is awake and he can't move because all the kids are asleep on top of him.

He loves it though.

Remember we headcanoned that Douxie would break the kids out of jail?

Yeah, they get into jail one time. Call Douxie their brother and they get out. Douxie doesn't condone the children getting into jail, but adores the brother thing.

You know the little forehead bonk that Archie and Merlin did to Douxie in Wizards? Yes, Douxie does it to the kids.

He also calls them moppets.

Jim just cooks a giant family dinner one night and everybody is there. EVERYBODY. The others help with making the dinner, but Jim is not just a master swordsman and they all listen to him.

Gnome Chompsky has another peanut child.

One time Douxie is being angsty (or thinking about Zoe) and Zoe (of course) walk into the room. Douxie panics says some waiter pun then runs away.

Krel finds it and never lets Douxie live it down.

They all go to the mall one time and Steve gets dared to Nurato run throughout the entire place. Steve is banned from Arcadia mall from now on but he says it was worth it.

One time Krel is very bored so he builds a robot that Steve and Toby told him to make it quote memes. (this is an idea from a Voltron post where Pidge makes a robot that quotes vines. And Lotor keeps getting harassed.)

Nobody forgives those three for making that thing.

ARRRGHHH and Toby create a Go-Go Sushi tournament. ARRRGHHH wins.

One time the entire gang goes to Akaridion-5 for a tour. Aja leads it and Varvatos adds GLORIOUS violent commentary.

Aja and Jim enjoy sparring together because SWORDS.

Douxie at one point gets a bow because those fingers of his could absolutely work that. AND MAGIC ARROWS

Everybody calls him Katniss now.

One time everybody is going over to Toby's place and every time somebody comes, Toby opens the door and does the "hi welcome to chilis" vine.

One time Claire and Aja spar and Jim and Steve simp in the background. Krel is facepalming. Douxie won't let them live it down.

Eli swears he saw Mothman one time. Nobody believes him.

Did he see Mothman? You guys can guess.

Either way, this was fun to make. If anybody has any more crazy ideas. REBLOG AND PUT THEM THERE BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE THAT!!

Goodbye.

#TOA #tales of arcadia #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #jim lake jr #claire nunez #toby domzalski #steve palchuk #krel tarron #aja tarron #eli pepperjack #tales of arcadia headcanons #headcanons #alternate universe EVERYTHING IS OKAY AND ROTT DIDN'T HAPPEN #toa headcanons #trollhunters #wizards #3below

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teenyweenynightghost · 3 years

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Meeting the parents

I’ve got nothing to say other than enjoy

Taglist:

@fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe

Y/n was scratching her thighs as her mind raced with the speed of light, thinking of all the possible outcomes of this event.

She had known Ethan for ages. She trusted him more than anyone else in this world, and she could finally call him her boyfriend.

They were happy together; there was no denying it. The couple looked straight out of movie and the spark was surely there; but having to meet her parents was something Y/n was not looking forward to.

Her parents were her biggest enemies, to say the least. They always acted as If they were perfect and thus had to criticize Y/n for not meeting their standards. All her life was spent chasing their impossible expectations, looking for validation around every corner; which ultimately stained her adulthood.

Now that she was independent and mature, she had her own life and friends, seeing her parents again would do no good.

“Cucciola, look at me.” Ethan’s low voice grounded her, as Y/n focused solely on him.

“We can still go back, even though I do have some amazing retorts in the back of my head.” He joked, placing a reassuring hand on her cheek, caressing the little mark on her temple.

“We’re going.” She confirmed, taking a deep breath before getting out of the car.

They walked hand in hand up to the porch, and knocked a few times on the door.

“Oh, how long has it been!” Her mother’s honeyed voice instantly reached the couple, as she sent them as big of a smile as she could.

“Not enough.” Ethan coughed, looking back up at the woman and sending her a fake smile.

Oh, that was his plan.

“You must be Ethan! I am Y/n’s mother. I clearly have every reason to be proud, having a daughter like her, correct?” She asked, fishing for the compliment.

“No.” Ethan deadpanned, moving past her into the house.

“Can we…like, make it out of here alive?” Y/n whispered into his ear, slightly amused but terrified at the same time.

“Spiacente, amore mio, but I will have to drag these motherfuckers to hell and back.”

Y/n sighed and nodded, before moving to take a seat at the dining table.

“So, you must be the boy dating my daughter.” Y/n’s father spoke roughly, clearly trying to intimidate Ethan.

“I sure am. It’s a pleasure.” He sent Y/n a wink, clearly meaning more than what he just said, which only succeeded in angering her father.

“Watch your language, boy.”

“Watch your tone, grandpa.”

Y/n was doing her best to hold in her laughs, struggling so hard that her eyes were breamed with tears.

“Excuse me?! You come into my house and insult me??” He raged, swinging his hand over a table and nocking off a vase.

“I would have done it over the phone, but Y/n insisted that we come.” Another wink, another set of giggles from Y/n, and her parents were out-right fuming.

“Let’s all calm down! I made some delicious foods!” Her mother chimed in, trying to relax the atmosphere.

“You also made a delicious daughte-“

“ETHAN!” Y/n shrieked, pinching his arm.

The four people continued chatting while eating the food, and Y/n was more than bored. As was Ethan.

“Well, we have a long night ahead of us, so we must leave.” Ethan mused, a dark glint in his eyes, which made Y/n’s father fume.

“You watch yourself boy! Don’t you dare touch my daughter.” He shouted, pointing angrily at Ethan.

“Oops.”

Y/n burst out laughing, a hand over her face to at least try and hide her evident amusement, but ultimately failed when she saw Ethan cackling, a thing that rarely happened.

“THATS IT! GET OUT! You don’t deserve my daughter!”

“As much as I agree with you, my little baby deserves what’s best, and she currently hasn’t eaten desert.”

Her father scoffed and sat back down, beckoning for her mother to bring a plate of corn.

Ethan eyed the plate down suspiciously, before grabbing one and biting into it.

“For a little bit of background info, I used to eat this everyday when I was younger.” Y/n chuckled, blushing slightly at his reaction.

Ethan’s heart could have exploded, hearing happy stories from her childhood, and wished nothing more than to create their own child-related memories.

“Daddy, could you pass me the salt.”

Ethan reached over the table, and his heart froze, seeing Y/n’s father holding the salt, redder than a tomato.

“Excuse me, Y/n asked me for the salt so If you could pass it over…” he asked smugly, brushing his leg to Y/n’s.

“That’s it. Get out! I’m her father and you dare-“

“Yeah but I’m her daddy.”

Y/n was surprised. She couldn’t tell whether the blank expression on Ethan’s face was more shocking or her father’s reaction. Either way, she had had enough.

“Alright. That’s it. Don’t expect us to be back anytime soon.” Y/n declared, grabbing Ethan and heading for the door.

“Wai-“

Her mother’s voice was muffled by the loud thud of the door, as the couple made their way into the car and drove off without another word.

“Cucciola, are you alright?” Ethan eventually broke the silence, rubbing her thigh reassuringly.

“Yeah. Don’t worry.”

Ethan did not believe her at all.

A few turns later, they ended up close to a bridge and Y/n couldn’t help but look at her surroundings, confused.

“Why are we here?”

“I just want to look at the stars.” Ethan whispered softly, as they both walked towards the edge of the railing, and sat down.

Ethan wrapped his arm around Y/n, pulling her closer, and pressed a loving kiss to ger forehead.

“I’m sorry you have such a shitty family. I would kill them all if the prison allowed me to see you everyday.”

The girl snorted and entangled her hand with his, brushing her thumb over the little crown tattoo he had.

“I should find a new one.” Y/n joked, softly elbowing Ethan.

“We’ll make one together. I already have some name ideas.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#maneskin #ethan torchio #ethan x reader #there was this one meme #maneskin fic #maneskin x reader #enjoy babes🥰

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howl-fantasies · 2 years

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A/N - There's some good in this world. Like this platform and its incredible content. Thank you to all the fanfic writers who greatly help us to feel good when everything seems dark. 💜

---- 1 New Message ----

Y/N

You'd be Sam, I think.

Jim Gordon

Excuse me?

Y/N

Yeah you've got all those highly inspiring speeches all the time about light in the darkness and some fuckeries like this. Plus, you always save Frodo's ass.

Jim Gordon

Excuse me, who?

Y/N

Frodo would definitely be Brucie. Always with a shitty idea somewhere in his mind, wanting to do his own quest but always putting the companionship in deep shit.

Jim Gordon

I don't understand a word you're saying! Are you alright?

Y/N

Pennyworth would be Gandalf that's for sure, since he always save everyone's ass and fight like a fucking Maia here in the city.

...

Merry would be Selina since she's cunning and resourceful. Ivy is Pippin, she is fun and sometimes makes sense in what she says.

Jim Gordon

Look where are you, you're clearly losing it. I can send someone to fetch you. Oh dear, Did Zsasz brainwashed you?

Y/N

Gimli would be Barnes, Aragorn would be Fox, Legolas would be Lee - We should rename her LeeGolas then, and Boromir, of course, would be Harvey.

Jim Gordon

Ok, stay calm Y/N. I called Fox who is trying a locate you. Help is coming.

Y/N

Now we need to cast our dark side. Ed and Oswald would be Sauron and Morgoth who would be who, I have no idea.

...

Or they can also be two idiotic Orcs fighting each other, letting the Sauron-Morgoth roles to Falcone and Mooney... Zsasz would be the Witch-king of Angmar and Barbara Shelob.

Jim Gordon

WTF are you doing in our archive room Y/N?! How in hell were you able to make your way in here?!

Y/N

Which brings me to my point, Jimbo. Logically then, I would be Gollum. Not good nor bad, the filthy little creature is an asset and a danger for the heroes. He is also discreet and agile and can make his way anywhere and everywhere because he knows the best routes to take without beeing seen.

Jim Gordon

Obviously you're not here anymore! Where are you, you are clearly not in your right state of mind?!

Y/N

Now I have to find who are Galadriel, Celeborn, Elrond and Arwen.

...

Oh, btw, if Frodo becomes dark Frodo, don't be Samy-goodie-two-shoes and just throw the kid into the pit of Mount Doom, which would be Gotham.

...

See you around Sam GameJim

----- Y/N blocked you like the snowstorm in Caradhras -----

----- 1 New Message ------

Y/N

Got it. You indeed put the three in "L"'s drawer when you were on your killing spree.

Riddl-ED

Thanks God! They are super rare and I even made a 3D card put carefully on p.2 to help visualizing Middle Earth better.

Y/N

You owe me now, dude.

Riddl-ED

It kills me to say it but yeah. I. Know.

--------------- End of message -----------------

----- 1 New Message ------

Victor Zsasz

Did I cut your oxygen too long yesterday, sweetness?

Y/N

No, it was perfectly executed with perfect timing, let's do it again tonight. My turn to do it.

...

Why?

Victor Zsasz

Roger that.

...

I don't know, I wasn't exactly listening. Gordon was worried to death for you mental state or something. He accused me to have done something wrong in your head. 🤷🏻‍♂️

Y/N

Nothing's wrong with me - aside from the usual. I was only going on an adventure to fetch some of Riddl-ED books when we spoke. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Victor Zsasz

The guy is losing it then. See you tonight 🖤

#gotham imagine #gotham #gotham x reader #victor zsasz #victor zsasz imagine #victor zsasz x reader #gotham fox #gotham incorrect quotes #jim gordon #edward nygma drabble #jim gordon x reader #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader

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incorrect-lord-of-the-rings · 2 years

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I posted 759 times in 2021

377 posts created (50%)

382 posts reblogged (50%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.0 posts.

I added 999 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#so if you're wondering why im using a man for my reaction meme it's because aragorn himself would be like 'im sorry he's just a shitty guy'

My Top Posts in 2021

Since tumblr won't let me post more than 10 pictures, I'll tell you here. This post was my "Cast it into the fire!" Post+ meme about me hating post+ and tumblr's attitude about it (haha suck on that, tumblr)

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Lord of the Rings as The Reductress Headlines

The first ones

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Lord of the Rings Characters as Youtubers

Aragorn: Vlogs like once every other month, always out in the wild, maybe does a Q&A once, always shows his horse, has cinematic footage of mountains from a drone, philosophical voiceover, gets over 1 million views every time he posts

Legolas: Makes fun of Aragorn's vlogs, finds him in the middle of the woods, acts like Steve Irwin finding an animal in the wild, Gimli appears every once in a while, making weird comments and joining in making fun of Aragorn, Legolas also tries 5 Minute Crafts life hacks and tests them out with Gimli

Gimli: See "Legolas"

Frodo: Reviews books, teaches English language arts, also teaches other languages for free, talks about publishing his own book, very calm

Sam: Cooking channel, does a taste test every once in a while featuring Rosie, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin. Merry and Pippin weren't supposed to be there the first time they did it, but then they crashed the taste test and the viewers loved them so much that they had to be there for the rest of the time

Merry and Pippin: Commentary channel, they make fun of everything and crack the worst jokes, sometimes they do pranks just to make fun of the prank channels but Pippin enjoys them far too much, the weirdest editing, constantly reference Vine, they also make really stupid music videos about the weirdest subjects

Eowyn: Tests out weapons of all kinds, also rants about everything in her life, enters into Renaissance Faire duels and battles and films them, talks about what formal wear you can pair with a nice sword, weird editing, uses memes a lot

Faramir: Cozy vlogs with Eowyn, talks about meaningful subjects, talks about old poetry and goes into the deeper meanings of them

Boromir: Vlogs with Merry and Pippin, makes workout videos, constantly advertises Faramir's channel and links it in the description, very fun

Eomer: His videos are a lot like Boromir's videos, but with more horses, essentially a cowboy, does a lot of horseback riding and includes Eowyn a lot

Arwen: Fashion expert, models her clothes, makes her own, does a lot of Q&As and gets to know her fans with live videos

Gandalf: Posted exactly one (1) video and it was a blurry video of Pippin trying to ride a little Barbie car over a fence and crashing it and Gandalf being like, "Fool of a Took."

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Legolas wears crocs.

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I had to find a picture of this 2017 article again because it's just so iconic.

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #guys this took 64 minutes to load YES I TIMED IT #tumblr wtf

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entishramblings · 3 years

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I read TLLOTS and I was surprised to see POC. Can u give some details about your inspiration?

Hello Anon! This is a fantastic question to receive!!

Here is visual that I created for almost every character through artbreeder!

But yes, I can most definitely give you more details!

I wanted to include diversity in TLLOTS because I feel like I rarely ever see POC or other ethnicities in tolkien fanfiction! So, I wanted to include that while still keeping Tolkien’s elven culture!

And I’m just gonna include all the characters if that’s cool with you :)

Arryin

Arryin was intended to be of Middle Eastern or Mediterranean decent! So, she has a darker skin tone and the white Núr -o Gilgalad tribal markings/tattoos.

Legolas

Well, Legolas is Legolas. Blue eyes and blonde hair ya know

Belanor

Belanor is intended to be albino. He has white hair, eyebrows, eyelashes—everything! And grey eyes to match :)

Beyla

Beyla is black! However, she has what I describe sunshine-colored hair! She usual wears it in box braids! She’s also a sweetheart and was inspired by Flora from Winx Club (cartoon, not the shitty whitewashed netflix adaptation)!

Rowan

Rowan is intended to be of Irish decent! He has long, straight, red hair and dark eyes! He also has some happy little freckles! His personality was entirely inspired by Sokka from ATLA!

Faelynor

Faelynor is inspired through European culture. His physical characteristics were taken a bit from Latvian decent! However he’s got dark black/blue-ish hair!

Razela

Razela’s physical appearance was actually inspired by Rosa Diaz!

Halafarin

Halafarin is also from middle eastern decent, specifically inspired by Arabian culture! He’s got dark hair and dark eyes

Aredhel

Aredhel is also black! He’s got dark dark skin and warm, brown eyes! He’s also hella buff and HELLA hot (sorta inspired by Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds hehehe)

Miliel

Miliel is your basic white-skinned, blonde-haired, blue-eyed gal :) but she’s a gentle soul

Thranduil

Thranduil is well Thranduil

Fraeya

Fraeya has brown hair and brown eyes!

Ristala

Ristala was inspired by Latino culture! She has darker skin and gives off slightly-angry mom vibes! But basically—she don’t take shit. She was inspired by Sofía Vergara!

Thank you for this fantastic question!!

#tllots #the last light of the star #Legolas/oc #Legolas x oc #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #legolas

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lotrfics · 4 years

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IMAGINE: Breaking Legolas’ heart

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Requested: No

Summary: Your relationship with Legolas has gone downhill for quite some time, and you say something hurtful

Warnings: Unusually long with a shitty ending

Legolas didn’t understand what was bothering you. Whenever he would try to ask, you would harshly tell him to leave you alone. For some time, you’ve been rude to him. He thought he did something wrong, but he could not figure out what he did wrong, because he did nothing wrong at all. But he did understand that whatever may be fine for him may be offensive to you.

Still, you refused to speak to him. You have been arguing with him, and it never got better, only worse. You wanted to prove that you were always right, if anyone, Legolas included, ever said you were wrong, your anger would completely take over you. It didn’t help that Legolas would usually point out your mistakes, even the slightest ones, sending you into a fit of rage.

Of course he knew you were short tempered, he’s known you and been with you long enough, he would be slow if he still didn’t know that trait of yours. He also knew you can’t control your anger at times and you sometimes lash out at him, but you always explained your problems to him, so he was trying to figure out what was wrong.

He didn’t like how you were turning into a completely different person. The (Y/N) he knew, loved, and cared for, would never shut him out like that. He wanted to help you, even if he didn’t really know what you’re going through so he will never stop checking up on you.

One day, you sat outside on the grass. You hated how Legolas never left you alone. You kept telling him over and over again to leave you alone. He didn’t need to know all of your problems, and he had no reason to, because you believe he’s the cause of every single one of them.

Luck was not on your side. You were startled by someone placing their hand on your shoulder. You whipped your head, only to scowl when you saw Legolas, looking at you. Before he could speak, you snatched his hand away. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone, elf?” You growled. He retained his calm demeanor.

“At least tell me what’s bothering you.” Legolas sighed, beginning to get frustrated that you won’t tell him. Relationships don’t work like that, you are supposed to trust each other and help the other when under pressure.

You only shook your head. “And why should I? You don’t need to know everything. You’re too nosy.” You spat, turning your head so you don’t have to look at him. At this rate, looking at him only made you more infuriated.

“And you’re too cynical,” groaned Legolas, “I love you, (Y/N). I know you love me as well, and I would never take advantage of that, if that’s why you’re so mad at me.” You glanced at him, your expression completely stoic.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” You responded coolly. Legolas froze, not believing what you just said. He had a feeling he knew what you meant. But before he could ask you, you spoke up again. “I don’t love you. I never did, and I never will.”

He felt his heart shatter into pieces and tears were starting to form in his eyes. “You don’t mean that, do you?” You turned your head away from him, not caring anymore. “No, I really do mean it. Now get away from me.” You hissed, and Legolas gulped and ran off, leaving you alone again.

Legolas could not stay with you anymore, he knew where he had to go next. Luckily, Gondor was not so far from where you two lived together, Aragorn would allow him to stay in for as long as he would like, and he would come back to you once he felt comfortable being with you again. So he grabbed his horse and made his way to Gondor.

“Legolas! What’s wrong?” Aragorn asked when he took notice of the elf’s puffy red eyes after he hopped off his horse. Behind Aragorn was Gimli, who was also in Gondor for some reason. Legolas turned away from them, embarrassed that they saw him crying. “It’s (Y/N),” he started, and Aragorn and Gimli glanced at each other, shocked. Last time they heard, you two were doing well. “They said they never loved me.” Legolas then let out a sob.

Aragorn placed a hand on Legolas’ shoulder. “I’m sorry. They’re not worth it. Don’t think about them for now.” Gimli waddled over to his best friend and patted his elbow, because he cannot reach anything else higher than that. “He’s right, laddie, ya don’t need them when ya already got us.” Legolas only nodded in response, but he had this strange feeling he could never get over you.

He was given a nice room of his own in the castle, and he was told by Aragorn he could stay with him and Arwen if he really wanted to. That night, Legolas could not sleep. He was staring at the ceiling, unable to think about anything else other than what you said to him.

I don’t love you.

I never did.

And I never will.

The elf cried during the night. Not cried himself to sleep, because he couldn’t even sleep in the first place. But all he did during the night was just cry, and be haunted by every bad memory he had with you.

Aragorn did not think much about it when Legolas did not come out for breakfast. However, he became concerned when he did not come out for lunch as well. He walked up the stairs, only to see him going down the stairs. “Did you oversleep? Or you weren’t hungry?”

“I’m on my way to eat, Aragorn.” Legolas responded without looking at him and kept on going. Aragorn stared at him, concerned for his friend. He decided to follow him and sit with him. By the time he got down, he was barely eating. Only playing the food with his fork. Aragorn sat on the seat right next to Legolas.

“Are you all right?” Aragorn asked, and Legolas sighed. “No. Not at all.” He admitted. Aragorn stayed silent, not sure how to comfort him. “I can’t stop thinking about what they said,” he continued, catching Aragorn’s attention, “and I can’t really sleep anymore, even if I would like to.”

“Try not to overthi-” Aragorn tried to give advice, but Legolas interrupted him. “That’s the thing, Aragorn, I’m somehow unable to divert my thoughts. I’m trying to, I really am, but something is preventing me from doing so.” Legolas continued, eating little bits of his food. For some reason, his appetite drastically decreased overnight.

Aragorn only looked at the wall, unsure if he could even do anything else to help his friend. He could only hope things would get better from that moment on.

Legolas managed to get some sleep, but it was plagued by nightmares. When he woke up, he felt completely dizzy. As if he will pass out right after waking up. Nonetheless, he still got up, stumbling from every step he took. Looking in a mirror, he noticed he somehow lost a lot of weight in a short period of time.

He knew he should’ve just stayed in bed, because when he left his room, he immediately lost balance while going down the stairs, missing a step, making him fall down. A couple of Aragorn’s guards ran over and caught him just in time before Legolas could hit his head on a step and get a concussion.

He was brought back to his room with food on the bedside so there would be no need for him to leave without hurting himself again. Aragorn, Arwen, and Gimli sat together, talking about Legolas’ condition. “He’s barely eating, and it’s only been a couple of days since he’s been here, and he already looks like stick!” Gimli stated, worried for his best friend.

“He said he couldn’t stop thinking about (Y/N) even if he tried to,” said Aragorn, “and if he does get sleep, which he rarely does anymore, he always has nightmares. He had another one last night.”

Arwen looked at both Aragorn and Gimli. Something told her Legolas was going through something no elf would ever wish upon their biggest enemy. “Legolas may be fading.” Arwen brought up. Aragorn stared at his wife, distressed, as he immediately knew what she meant. Gimli on the other hand, remained confused.

“What do ya mean fading?” Gimli questioned, and Aragorn and Arwen turned to him. “Elves don’t have to be slain in battle to die,” started the Evenstar, “they can also die when their soulmate breaks their heart. They are the only race known to die of a broken heart. It is a curse among elves.” She explained, and Gimli looked to the floor, having a difficult time accepting the fact that his best friend will die before him.

“Surely Lord Elrond could do something about this?” The dwarf had suggested taking Legolas to Rivendell. Arwen shook her head at him. “Rivendell is months away from here, Gimli, he would have completely faded before we’re even halfway there.” Aragorn explained.

Gimli sat by Legolas, who only got worse each day. The latter weakly turned his head to face his best friend. “I don’t feel so good, Gimli.” He told him hoarsely. “I know, and I’m sorry, laddie. Your father is on his way here, if ya want to know.” Legolas simply nodded. Aragorn had written a letter to Thranduil, who immediately temporarily left his realm to visit his dying son.

“I forgive them.” Legolas suddenly said, and Gimli looked at him. “Really? After everything they’ve said and done to you, you still forgive them?” Gimli asked, astounded. Legolas nodded. “Grudges are pointless,” he said “I only wanted to help them.”

“And they refused to let you.” Gimli pointed out. He opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped himself as he was going to insult you, and with you as his best friend’s soulmate, it would offend Legolas if he heard it.

The door opened to reveal Thranduil, who immediately walked over to his son. Gimli stood up and excused himself to leave the room, giving them some privacy. With Legolas’ poor vision that was once perfect, he did not recognize his father at first. “Ada?” He quietly whispered, and his father nodded, lips trembling, and he sat down on the chair Gimli originally sat on.

More days have passed, and in some of those days, Legolas did not utter a single word. The four hobbits, Aragorn, Gimli and Gandalf found themselves in the room, and it was silent until Pippin suddenly burst into tears. Merry rubbed Pippin’s back in an attempt to comfort him. This was not the reunion they wanted.

Thranduil entered the room, and the remaining Fellowship stood aside. He looked at Legolas who was only staring at the ceiling. He no longer looked the same, he was way too pale, sickly thin, eye bags have formed, and his beautiful blue eyes became very dull.

“I.. am sorry..” Legolas slowly rasped out, and everyone in the room stepped closer to hear him. His father shook his head and gingerly ran his hands through Legolas’ hair. The dying elf’s senses have also weakened to the point he almost did not feel his father touching his hair.

Thranduil started to cry, which he hasn’t done in a very long time. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Legolas turned his head, looking at his father, then to the remaining Fellowship members. He gave a genuine but weak smile. “I am.. glad.. to spend my last moments... with you all.” Aragorn sadly smiled, and Gandalf gave him a nod.

“We all promised to be here for each other, Mister Legolas,” said Sam, and Frodo nodded in agreement, “you best believe we won’t ever break that promise.” Sam finished. Legolas then stared at the ceiling once again.

“I just wish... I could see (Y/N).. one last time.” He mumbled sadly.

The same day, a few moments later, Legolas took his last breath. His father, along with the remaining Fellowship members, were with him during his last moments. Once his father confirmed he had indeed died, the hobbits broke down and wailed. Aragorn and Gimli left the room, and neither will no longer look at just the door the same again. Thranduil spent one more day in Gondor to grieve, before bringing his son’s lifeless body back to Mirkwood, his homeland, to give him a proper burial.

Sam had volunteered to go and inform you of Legolas’ passing, because they all knew Gimli would continuously insult you, and nobody needed that at the moment. You felt immensely guilty, you had calmed down, and you had no idea where Legolas went, so you never left at all to find him and stayed in your home.

You heard a knock on your door, and you opened your door, thinking it was Legolas, but it was really Sam. “Hello, Miss/Mister (Y/N).” He greeted. You stepped aside so he could enter, and you both sat together on the couch. “How is Legolas doing?” You asked, fiddling with your fingers genuinely concerned.

Sam looked at you. “I came here to talk to you about him-”

“Where did he go? Is he okay?” You interrupted. Sam gulped, not sure how to tell you.

“I was going to tell you, he’s just passed, a couple of days ago.” Sam told you, making it as straightforward as possible.

Your mouth gaped at the news, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. If only you hadn’t scared him off that day, he would still be here, with you, very much alive and well.

“How?” You asked. Once again, Sam gulped. “Of a broken heart, ma’am/sir, Gimli said it was because you said you never loved him-”

He was still talking, but you couldn’t listen anymore. You indirectly murdered him. You looked down to the ground and began crying silently. Sam stopped speaking when he heard you sobbing. “Mister/Miss (Y/N)?” Sam leaned closer to you.

You didn’t say anything in response. An apology was simply not enough, it will not bring Legolas back.

“Mister Legolas forgives you. Said he didn’t want any of us to act so bitter to you. Only Gimli is truly angry at you.” Sam told you.

“And he has every right to.” You responded.

“He will forgive you, though it will take a long time.”

You spent the day with Sam, who comforted you in any way he could. After he left to return to the Shire, you entered your once shared bedroom with Legolas and slept on his side of the bed, even if it felt strange to you. Sam had helped you in feeling a little less guilty, but it was still there, and in the dark, you cried yourself to sleep.

Knowing he forgave you didn’t really change the fact that you found no reason to forgive yourself.

#lotr imagine #lord of the rings imagine #legolas imagine #legolas x reader

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