#till i got every dwarf

[barefoothighlander]

Protective Ghost perhaps ?

Love me a protective hulk of a man and clapping my cheeks like a mad man 🫣

scary boyfriend privileges for real

warnings: mdni (18+), unwanted male attention, insinuation of assault, smut, unprotected pinv, est relationship, masturbation (fem), fingering, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, lil bit of choking, possessive!ghost, rank kink if u squint

"Hey, where are you?"

"Just at the house, Is everything alright love?" He can sense the panic in your voice through the phone,

"Everything's fine just, do you think you'd be able to pick me up?"

"Be there in 10"

He ends the call, leaving you to listen to the echoes of strangers in the streets, standing alone outside your office building, you didn't intend on working late but something had come up and you told Simon that you'd just walk home after work, it was only a few blocks to your shared flat.

At first, he blatantly refused the idea, arguing that he'd just pick you up even if it meant waiting around for a few hours when he already had plans, you argued back stating that it wouldn't be dark considering the sun wouldn't set till later, and the walk was short. Eventually, he gave in, agreeing to your terms of having your location on during your walk and keeping a finger on the pepper spray he had placed in your purse.

Everything was going fine until you actually stepped out of the office, ignorant to the fact that there was a football match that night, and the pubs would be littered with drunk patrons, shouting from every street corner. The echoes of their voices made you nervous, the fact that you didn't have your scary boyfriend to protect you made it worse, a small panic setting into your nerves as you picked at your nails.

You move to the curb to watch for his truck, eyes glazing over every pair of headlights that made their way down the street, tapping your foot in an effort to ease yourself.

"OI"

You turn your attention to the shout,

"Yea you, whatcha doin all alone out here love?" A man standing a few feet away begins walking towards you, even from the distance you can smell the alcohol on him, turning away to ignore him.

"Ah c'mon then, just tryna have a chat"

"M'not interested, sorry"

"Inna chat? Don't worry I won't bite"

You take a few steps back as the man gets closer, invading your space as he continues to speak,

"Don't have to be a priss, just wondering why a pretty lil thing like you s'all alone"

"I'm waiting for someone" You nervously dart your eyes around, willing Simon to appear,

He stumbles closer "You gotta boyfriend?"

"Yep" You cross your arms over your chest, walking backwards as the man continues to get closer

"Bet I'd treat ya better, wouldn't let you walk around all alone" He drags out the last word, staring directly at you,

"You know, I'm just gonna walk, have a good night" You turn to walk down the street, moving at a rushed pace,

"I'll walk you home" He moves in tandem with you

"No that's alright, I'll manage"

Your body freezes as his hand makes contact with your arm, tugging you back a step as he grips the skin, "Why've you got to be such a bitch?"

You try to pull your arm from his hold, "Excuse me?"

"Just tryna be nice"

"You're hurting me" Your body is in full panic, your mind racing as the man's stare pins you down, his grip firing you backwards until your back collides with the wall.

"You know it'd be a lot easier if you played along"

His words make your chest feel hollow, your eyes moving to avoid his gaze before they land on a pair of headlights in front of you, the slam of a car door breaking your focus as you let out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend moving towards you.

In a flash the man is off you, Simon's grip around his collar as he pins him to the wall, the back of his head hitting against the stone as you gasp.

"Si-"

"Get the fuck out of here"

The stranger's eyes widen at the sight of the masked man, Simon's large form dwarfing his as his arm holds his shirt tight around his neck, Simon releases him, the man gasping for air, sparing you a final look before rushing down the street.

"I'm sorry I-"

He cuts you off, "Get in the car"

You spend the short ride home in silence, not even bothering to turn the radio on, the tension in the air palpable as you let yourself out of the truck, following behind Simon as he makes his way into the house.

You flinch as he slams the door behind him,

"M'not mad at you" His voice comes from behind you

"I know"

You watch as he storms toward the bedroom in a fury, his fists clenched as he breezes by you. following him through the room. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits in a chair, alone in the corner facing the bed, his legs spread as his hands settle on the arms of the seat.

"Take your clothes off"

You do as he says, nervous fingers working to remove your shirt before reaching for the belt on your pants, tugging them down your legs,

"All your clothes"

You stand naked before him, his eyes roaming over your form, his stare making goosebumps rise on your skin,

"Get on the bed"

You sit on the edge of the mattress, shuffling your body backwards as you rest against your arms,

"I want you to touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me"

Your throat dries at his words, your eyes looking for some sign of sympathy but there's nothing behind the mask, doing as you're told you snake a hand down your torso, settling your fingers against your clit, cursing yourself at how wet you already were.

You work your fingers around the bud, keeping your gaze locked on him as pleasure blossoms in your chest, your heels digging into the sheets as you find a rhythm.

He doesn't say anything but you can see the strain on his knuckles as he grips the armrests of the chair, his pants growing tighter with every moan that falls from your lips. You're teetering on the edge but it's not enough,

"Simon, please,"

"Your fingers not enough?"

You shake your head, "Need you"

"Need me to what?"

"Need you to fuck me, please"

He wastes no time in standing from the chair, practically tearing his pants down before his hands grip your waist, flipping you with ease so that your chest presses against the mattress, your cheek digging into the sheets as he presses his length against you.

He groans at the feeling of your weeping pussy against his length, his palms spreading you so he can get a better view,

“So fucking perfect, you gonna be good for me?”

You wriggle your hips for him, “Yes, all for you”

“Good girl” He drags his palm along the length of your spine, settling his fingers around the nape of your neck as he lines himself up, teasing his head through your folds, collecting your slick before inserting himself.

He bottoms out with a grunt, his pubic bone pressing against your ass as he leans over your form, caging you and forcing you to take every inch of him. You whimper below him, begging him to move as he holds himself still inside you.

He pulls himself nearly all the way out before thrusting back in, forcing a yelp from you as he begins pumping into your pussy, your slick gathering around his shaft as his cock splits you open.

“So fuckin tight love”

His fingers dig into your waist with a bruising grip, holding you still as he thrusts into you, you can feel the coil inside you still burning but it’s still not enough,

“Si, please, need more”

His hand reaches around your neck, pulling you from the bed so your back is flush with his chest, his fingers teasing on your pulse point. He snakes his other hand around to toy with your clit, you clench down on him as he makes contact, his rough fingers circling the bud.

“Can’t cum unless it’s me huh?”

You shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut,

“Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”

“You Si, fuck”

“Not good enough” His hand constricts around your throat

You struggle to find your words, his cock driving into you from below, “It’s yours Lieutenant, only yours”

“Much better” His hand releases your throat allowing you to gasp for air in between your moans, your orgasm threatening to erupt from inside you.

His hands knead at your breasts, teasing and pinching the raised buds as his fingers work in tandem with his strokes, you reach behind you to touch him, to grab anything to ground yourself , your fingers settling on the hem of his mask.

“That’s it love, soak my cock, show me how good I make you feel”

Your skin feels like it’s on fire as all your muscles tense, Ghosts moans fill your ears as your pussy clenches down on him, his hips stuttering for a moment as he fucks you through your high.

When he feels you come down he pulls himself out, groaning at the loss of contact as his hands find their way back to your waist, flipping you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.

You wrap your limbs around him, holding him to you as he pushes deep inside you, his face is inches from yours, his eyes glued to where you meet.

“Gonna fill this fucking pussy, maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you, s’that what you want? Want everyone to see your stomach grow with my fuckin seed? Let them know who you belong to?”

His gaze turns to you, his dark eyes staring back at you, you struggle to form a response, your hand moving to tug at the hem of his mask as your hooded eyes watch him. Like he’s reading your mind he tears the mask off in seconds, revealing his face to you, his rosy cheeks and plump lips, the way his jaw clenches with every thrust.

“I’m yours, only yours”

His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans as he kisses you, rough and messy as your arms snake around his neck, holding him to you.

He pulls back, his forehead resting on yours, “Fuck, squeezing me so tight beautiful”

“Cum in me Si, need to feel you”

He watches your eyes fill with lust, your soaking pussy swallowing him as he bottoms out, your heels dig into his back as he spills his seed into you, coating your walls.

“Fuckin hell” He holds himself inside you as he finishes, his softening cock holding his cum deep in your pussy as he leans in for another kiss, it’s more tender this time.

He pulls out of you slowly, pushing up the bed and lying back as his arms tug you to him, your legs tangling with him as your hands find their spot on his chest.

“M’sorry”

His fingers thread through your hair, “S’not your fault love”

“I know I just feel stupid”

“You’re not stupid, you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that”

You give a small hun in response,

“I would’ve killed him”

“I know”

“Like terrible, awful, excruciating pain kinda murder”

You huff a small laugh in response, knowing that he was deadly serious as you push yourself from his side, your palms nudging him over,

“C’mon go get dressed for bed”

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[faghubby]

Hubby's new cock

" wow Paul your so big" Amy laughed as she stroked the toy we had bought at the adult boutique a few hours ago. My own dick bobbing below it was dwarfed by the size. Amy and I had role played different senerios one of my favorite was watching her flirt with other men. Watching them lust after her made me want her even more. She had teased me about sleeping with them. Recently she had increased teasing me. Now on vacation without the kids, she had laughed when she dragged me into the sex shop this afternoon. When she saw the strapon at first she was confused. When she saw it was for a man to wear having a spot for my penis and balls to fit thru it. She bought it on the spot with an evil grin. Now wearing it I climbed on top of her.

"Yes, fuck me with the big cock" she moaned as I rubbed it against her engorged lips. I went so allowing her to adjust to the girth of the toy. It drove her wild. Soon she was moaning and bucking.

"Fuck me, yes fuck me with your big cock" she screamed, I worried the people in the next room would hear. Amy came with such force as I withdrew the toy from her she kissed me. And pulled me down next to her. She grasped my dick and stroked me.

"He fucked me so good with his big cock baby, I am to sore for you" she teased I came quickly. We cuddled and quickly fell asleep. I woke still wearing the toy. Amy was on top of me riding it. I watched her face twist in extasy as she bounced up and down on the toy. Making herself cum she collapsed on top of me.

"This is the best thing we have ever bought" she told me. As she got up and headed to the shower not noticing my throbbing erection. I removed the harness and joined her in the shower. I washed her. Then she washed me. She used the soap to stroke and tease me.

"It seems so tiny" she told me. "What do you say to only the big toy gets to be inside me till we go home?" She asked.

"Well I guess as long as " I was saying when she smiled as I came all over her leg. For the next four days she had me wear the toy to fuck her. Three or four times a day. She always came harder and faster then I had ever seen.

"I can't imagine how good it would feel if it was real" Amy told me one night. She started to give me a handjob she did this everynight before bed now.

"You don't have to" I told her.

"Don't you want to cum?" She asked sitting up.

"I can wait" I replied

"Wait for what?" She replied

"Till you know" I said

"Till what, it grows?" She giggled

"Till we get home" I told her.

OH, okay" Amy smiled.

The next morning Amy had me wear the toy under my clothes.

"Never know when I might need you to fuck me" she told me.

"Do you like walking around with a big cock in your pants?" She teased

"It is a bit awkward" I told her

"Think of all the men who do it every day" she said rubbing my new found bulge. As we wandered thru a town site seeing. She pulled me into an alley. She had my toy cock out in seconds and bent over some dirty broken cart. I fucked her hard and fast in this dirty smelly alley.

"That's how real men would fuck me, when ever and where ever they wished. Amy spent the rest of the day openly flirting with every man she saw.

"I want his cock" she would tell me after we walked away. She did this over and over. Or would ask." Do you think he has a big cock" pointing to random men on the street

"I don't know maybe" I would comment.

"Well bigger then yours, maybe not as big as this one though" she would answer stroking the toy in my pants.

This was all driving me crazy, but at the same time I found it so erotic.

I wanted her so bad. We got back to the hotel. I tried to iniate sex.

"No, you said you could wait" she told me. As she pulled out the toy from my pants and stroked it. She dropped and started to suck on the toy.

"Don't you wish you had a big cock so I would suck you like this" Amy said then went back to sucking the toy. This drove me even more crazy as I watched her deep throat and gag on the toy. Before she stopped and went to get dressed for dinner. I started to jerk off as I watched her get undressed.

"Stop that, you said you wanted to wait. So non of that" Amy said smacking my ass. My dick jumped when she did. I took a cold shower.

Amy was wearing a simple sun dress to go to dinner. Just before we left she flashed me showing me she wore no panties. She noticed my discomfort as we got in the elevator.

"This is so much fun" she teased smacking my ass again. This time I let out a low moan when she did.

"Paul are you okay" she laughed "don't make a mess in your pants" we sat in the corner of the restaurant. Amy sat very close. She took my hand and slid it under her dress. I teased and fingered her as we ordered.

"I bet the waiter has a big cock he could fuck me with" Amy teased nibbling on my ear. "Ask him if he would fuck your wife for you" she teased. I so wanted to cum. He waiter returned and placed our drinks.

"Would you be interested in fucking my wife?" I blurted out to him. I don't know who was more shocked the waiter or Amy. The waiter recovered first.

"It would be an honor" he said Amy still sitting there mouth open reached out and rubbed his crotch. She watched me as she did it. She then handed the room key to the waiter. He went to help some other people.

"Are you sure about this?" Amy asked very seriously.

"Yes" I said with lust in my throat. We ate dinner, Amy and Bill the waiter discussed meeting in the room after 11 when he got off. Amy and I went back to the room. Where she took a long bath and made herself ready for Bill.

"You can watch, I like you to watch if you want to. But no touching. Actually no touching yourself either" Amy told me making sure I was clear on the rules.

Bill arrived 5 minutes after 11 and instantly took charge. He grabbed Amy and kissed her deeply his hands roaming all over her body. Amy looked over at me. I just there and watched. Amy dropped to her knees and pulled out Bill's cock. He was hard, uncircumcised and at least 2 inches bigger then me. Amy teased and sucked his cock watching me.

"I don't know why you want me to fuck her but man she can suck cock" Bill said to me.

"Because he to small to please me" Amy told him stopping for a moment. bill pulled her to her feet. And removed her tiny lace panties she had worn for him. He made sure I had a good view as he drove his cock deep into Amy with one thrust . She gasped but was so excited it slid in easy. I watched fighting the urge to touch myself as Bill fucked Amy. There was no passion, it was pure lust on both of their parts.

Bill tried to pull out.

"No cum inside me,I am on the pill. Fill me up" Amy told him. He thrust deep one last time and pumped his seed inside my wife. Bill then casually got up dressed and left.

"Did you like that?" Amy asked as she approached I could see his cum running down her thigh. She ran her hand thru my hair then cupped my cheek. I moaned as I came in my pants. Amy looked confused for a moment then smiled as the wet spot appeared thru my jeans.

"Definitely have to do that again soon" she laughed and went to get cleaned up.

"I think I need to get fucked again, why don't you put on your new cock" she called from the bathroom. I stripped and tried to clean myself up. As I slipped on the harness. Knowing we had opened a new chapter in out marriage.

[piratefishmama]

Fake It 'till You Make It | Part 1

The phone was ringing. It was eight in the morning, on a Sunday, and the phone was ringing. Eddie rolled over, pushing his face into his pillow in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, he’d suffocate in the sweet embrace of his misshapen, well-loved pillow before whoever dared to call at such an ungodly hour, decided to give up.

No dice. However his uncle did seem to be answering it for him, bless that man, bless each and every one of his gray hairs.

“Eddie, up an at em, son! S’fer you!” Damn him. Damn him and all his gray hairs.

“Nggghhhh!!!!” Was his very coherent response

“It’s one of those kids’a yours!” Kids? He had kids? Oh shit he had kids, right. kids who should know better than to call at EIGHT. AM. AM. THE MORNING.

ON A SUNDAY.

Just inconsiderate really. He’d spent the majority of the previous night convincing the Gillespie’s that maybe their daughter didn’t actually need to get onto the endless carousel that was the dating scene.

Convincing them that maybe the dating pool was so batshit insane that it was for the best that she remain perfectly single for a little while longer. That maybe being single wasn’t nearly as bad as being with whatever the fuck Eddie Munson was.

Eddie had spent the entire evening referring to her father by his first name as it visibly pissed him off, called his daughter ‘sweet cheeks’ and slapped her ass as she left the room one too many times (any time more than zero times was too many times), offered her mother a joint to chill the fuck out, talked about his band incessantly, he’d gone all out on the ‘disrespectful sack of shit’ angle until he’d been forbidden to date their daughter.

Then listened with glee outside the door while they declared she was forbidden from dating for as long as it took to shake her from her ‘bad boy’ phase. A job well done, she’d slipped him the fifty bucks she owed for the night through the back window, and he was on his way. Fifty bucks better off!

Megan wasn’t having a bad boy phase. Megan was a lesbian waiting for the perfect opportunity to get the fuck out of Hawkins. She just… couldn’t handle her parents constantly asking about her dating life. Or her lack of a dating life.

She was beautiful, the picture of stereotypical femininity, they had no idea why their daughter wasn’t snagging one of the rich Loch Nora guys like a Harrington, or a Johnson, or even one of the B grade rich guys like Hagan, or Peters.

She was too busy with a Holloway.

Then the following hours before he’d eventually passed out, he’d been slowly working through memorizing the chorus tabs of an Iron Maiden song he’d been meaning to learn for one of the covers used to bulk up Corroded Coffin’s sets. Jeff already had his parts down, Eddie had been lagging.

“M’not here!”

“Says it’s important!”

“Tell em I’m dead!”

There was a pause, and then his bedroom door was opening, and a cushion was thrown at his head, forcing him upright to shout his indignation to the world while his uncle stood there stern and unimpressed “Boy get your backside up an talk to y’damn friends.”

“Nghhh, fine.” He was up anyway. The phone ringing had woken him up. It’d take a miracle to fall back into a full snooze now. He shoved his blankets aside, trudged past his uncle, and snagged the phone from where Wayne had left it on the little table by the window. “Whomever this may be, I’m nuking your stats next session for the unholy crime of waking me up before noon.”

“But I’m calling about a job”

“Ahh, Henderson. Might as well just tear up the sheet for that little gnome now, kid.”

“He’s a dwarf and— ngh whatever, I needed to roll a new character anyway. Listen! I have a job for you, if you want it, one of your weird little rent a guy gigs” not something he was proud to have let slip around the kids. It could get weird if they made assumptions!

But if it got him an extra buck or two without having to do much other than be an over the top version of himself, then what was the harm? It wasn’t like he was selling his body or anything, just his funhouse personality.

“…Go on.”

“Okay so… don’t freak out, but… it’s a guy. He’s cool though!! Like, really cool, super chill, no danger to you what so ever.” That was fine, his ‘dates’ were usually fake but that didn’t erase the very real danger of being perceived by two of an older less cool generation that talked. “He knows it’s all fake so it’s just acting—"

“And this guy’s parents? How cool are they?” It wasn’t just faking a date, it was faking it in front of parents. Parents who usually weren’t about to approve of him when it was a heterosexual relationship. A Homosexual one? He really didn’t want to have to go through the real risks of hate crimes with a teenager, but Dustin clearly wasn’t getting the danger aspect there.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know them, but he says he can explain everything if you give him a chance, he’s free today, he even said he’d buy you breakfast if you meet him early!”

“…And he knows I’m a him, not a her, right?”

“Yeah, I said he was cool! The gay thing isn’t a big deal to him.”

“I’m not—” it was instinctual, Dustin didn’t know what he was, maybe he’d heard rumours, but he didn’t outright know that his dungeon master was a queer. Probably for the best, as lovely as Claudia Henderson was, she was very susceptible to accepting the crowdsourced opinion on things. She didn’t have her sons need to question everything.

She’d probably pull him from every Hellfire meet ever if Dustin let it slip that the guy in charge was queer.

“I know you’re not, but it’s fake right? it’s not like you guys have to do anything other than claim to be dating, right?” True… he never actually did anything with his ‘dates’. Usually just telling the parents they were dating was enough of a shock to the system to hide the lack of proof. The most he’d ever done was slap an ass here and there, maybe wrap an arm around a waist or two.

That was enough for the ‘traditional’ close minded Parents of Hawkins.

“…Fine, I’ll hear the guy out, but I’m only hearing him out alright! I’ll decide on whether or not I wanna take this job only after he explains, got it?”

“Got it!!”

“Alright, tell him to meet me at Benny’s in twenty.” Another quick confirmation and Eddie was hanging up the phone. so much for going back to sleep but at least he’d get a lovely breakfast out of it.

Part 3 

#PirateWrites #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet

[amberkoyuki]

Beauty and the beast.

★star of the show: 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔴𝔞★

𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓐𝓤 <3

Warnings: MDNI ,Sex with a stranger, smut,

The beast was an ancient tale of the kitsune. The last one. His kind had been killed off long ago. He was in a big Castle. He protected that place with his life.

You had ran away from home due to abuse 3 years ago. You'd gone to family, friends nobody had accept you so You ran through the enchanted forest, it was a bad storm today. you a sea nymph fairy (so like Melanie Martinez) an extremely pretty nymph standing at 4'9 you were the tiniest creatures after dwarfs.

You had entered the castle and out your bag down only planning to stay till the dorm ended. When something grabbed you by your neck and pinned you against the wall. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE" his tone showed no mercy he had planned on killing you. "A sea nymph with wings?"

He noticed a your wings were broken.. That's when he let go of you.. He forced you to turn around so he could examine them.. "What happened?" You explained to him the abuse you were going through when you lived with your family

"You can stay here under one condition." You looked at him. You were willing to do anything to find anywhere to stay. "You bare my children." You thought the kitsune was joking but based on his tone you knew he wasn't. "can you do that for me." You nodded. You knew nobody else would accept you..

He had ran a hot bath for you and made you food while he went to set the room for the night. You sat in the warm water just relaxing.. It was so comfortable but you needed to wash yourself. After you finished you wrapped a towel around you and ate the food he had left for you. He had made you. A salad ,steak ,and mashed potatoes with gravy after a while the kitsune came looking for you and saw your half eaten meal "are you going to finish that?" You shook your head.. You weren't hungry after eating a bit.

You both were dancing in the ball room.. It was a slow dance.. You'd watched rich people do it a lot so you knew how to dance he was being slow with you "your the first human to accept me.."

"I lost my mother and younger siblings only leaving me and my they hunted everything I loved Down.. I yelled at my Younger brother rand said some horrible things to him.. We split up after that.. I regret every rude thing said to him that night.. Because I haven't seen him since" you felt bad for him.. this why he attacked everyone.. They took everything he had ever loved. "I'll stay with you I promise!"

"Don't lie to yourself." He said n with a frown. He wanted to trust you but couldn't at the same tome. "I'm not lying I promise" you said sweetly "sweetling. Why are you so trusting"

The kitsune led you to his room "I never got your name nymph." You told him your name. He looked st you in surprise "your name is very pretty.. Just like you" you liked what he said but it was also very unexpected of him to say that because he had tended to have a cold and mean demeanor "I'm Sanemi. Sanemi Shinazugawa"

He shoved you onto his bed and opened you wide. He got onto the floor and pushed his head under your dress..you winced when you fled his tongue kicking your cunt for the first time. This was a new sensation for you so you were moaning like a complete bitch.

"S—SANEMI..~" you moaned and whimpered till he finally spoke "yes my nymph?~" "p—please.. This is my first.. Time" he removed his head from underneath your dress "really!" You nodded in embarrassment "I'll make you feel so good sweetling!~" Sanemi pushed 4 fingers into your cunt and you moaned out loud. He put both your legs on his shoulders. Every time you came he was eat it all up. It was an addiction to him.. All that cold be heard where your screams of pleasure.

Sanemi sat on the bed and placed you on your stomach so you could give him a blow job.. He grabbed the back of your head and bobbed you on and off his cock.. It was a quick pace that you were bobbing on and off his dick he had came in your mouth a few times..

(EYY I'LL CONTINUE WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT IM TIRED NOW <3333)

#kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #shinazugawa sanemi #kny #kimetsu no yabia #demon slayer #Amberkoyuki

[cheesewithasideofcheese]

The Small Things

Sindri x gn!reader

I have been psychoanalyzing Sindri cause I don’t want to get his character wrong but it might be a bit OOC. I think the last time I wrote a fic was in 6th grade so my grammar and spelling might be off.

Consists of headcannons and a short blurb, Sindri is implied to have OCD and anxiety, fluff, relatively short

To start with, because of his mysophobia he struggles to express his emotions physically so he usually leans towards gift giving.

You want a weapon? Coming right up. Jewelry? He found some spare medal and molded it into a charm. Food? He’s annoying Brok till he cracks and cooks up a soup.

Honestly no matter if you’re a Midgardian, dwarf, or god and a warrior then he will be riddled with anxiety.

He thinks he’s good at hiding it but it’s pretty obvious because he’ll start mass producing weapons. The second you turn your back and start heading out he’s got three swords, two bows, and 10 daggers cooling from the kiln(I forgot whatever the hell you call those oven things you heat metal up in).

May threaten Kratos just a bit about keeping you safe but will instantly fold once Kratos looks him in the eyes.

But once he see’s you back it’s like the weight on his heart rolls off. Man’s practically skipping as if he wasn’t seeing you at every outpost to jazz up your weapons.

Another thing he loves is spending time with you. If you like reading then you can read out load for him from a book you both designate as the best to read without getting too lost. Kinda hates poetry for that reason but if it doesn’t have any flowery language and not too abstract than he’ll allow it (he says that as if he can say no to you if you present a poem with enough fire in your eyes). It’s the best when you’re both winding down to sleep and he drifts off, completely at peace. He does get a little pissed if he finds out you’ve read ahead of you and will give you the cold shoulder for a couple days if you spoil anything.

He’s above the clouds if you just hangout with him when him and his brother are at work. Loves when you just sit and talk to him when he’s working because it eases some of his impulsive habits of constantly checking every step of the process. Brok made a snarky comment one day about him slacking whenever you’re around watching but shuts up after being pelted with scrap medal.

“SINDRI”

“OH NO“

The sword’s(if you’d call it that at this point) metal had melted and caught fire in the kiln, some spilling out onto the wooden floors of the dwarves house leaving a charred black mark in its wake.

This wasn’t the first time this has happened and Brok assumed it wouldn’t be the last. Sindri had gotten caught up in staring at them and zoned off. The book they were reading was long forgotten as they tried to help Sindri with the mess but he kept trying to usher them away which just left the molten metal more time to seep into the wooden floors.

“What the fuck is wrong with you! This is the third time this month!”

Brok yelled at Sindr, most of it flying past him as he put out the small fire. Sindri breathed out as the fire was smothered and was left with useless globs of metal. It really made him thankful of Draupnir. He didn’t reply to Brok and made the frazzled warrior turn over their hands to inspect for any burns. As they settled back in routine the sound of clanking metal filled the room it was broken by the blue dwarven brother.

“Didn’t take ya for such a airhead”

Brok should have predicted the flying metal directed at him and Sindri should have predicted the little quarrel after the fact. He eventually stormed into the kitchen to cool off but was interrupted by the warrior peering around the corner.

“You okay”

He couldn’t stop the goofy little smile that spread across his cheeks. He could never get enough of their presence could he, it was like his own little paradise when no one was around. With another sign of relief he approached them and with a little touch to their back that seemed to startle them he said.

“Only when you’re around”

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Had fun writing this so if you want to commission more you can and I’d love criticism too cause it’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. It’s also so much fun to ignore my missing late assignments and do these instead 😍.

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[goroaix]

In the leftover image of you that I cannot erase, you are my vivid dream

Sohn Hyunwoo x fem reader

Lumberjack/historical sort of au

16k

Graphic depictions of injuries. Very slight hint of an ED/controlling parents. Also it's a little bit of traditional gender roles but nothing egregious, I promise.

『 To know that the generations before him had tilled these lands, planted each seed, tended to each crop - it was enough for Hyunwoo. The simple life of a lumberjack was all he needed to feel fulfilled. Yet, he, alone, could not eat every fruit from his ancestor's trees. 』

Today was a night like any other. The outside was quiet, only the sounds of crickets and nocturnal animals disturbing the tranquil blanket of the moon and stars. The air was still and Hyunwoo had tucked everything away in preparation for the morning - where he would spend a good majority of his day chopping up wood of trees that he had felled.

He had just managed to close his eyes, about to relax into the softness of his bed and newly bought pillow, when he heard something odd.

It was unlike anything else he had ever heard from the forest. It sounded like weeping, wailing of some sort that picked up and died down within seconds of the other. Normally, he would have thought of it as something that the wind carried as it blew through a hollow but it was too… alive for that.

Hyunwoo frowned, his eyebrows knitting together as he got up on one elbow, scratching his ear with his free hand. For a moment, there was silence.

Then it started again and he thought to ignore it and continue with his plans for an early night - chopping wood did take lots of energy after all and he needed every last wink. Yet he He couldn’t shake this nagging feeling that it wasn’t something to let fade into the background. Hyunwoo wasn’t the kind of man to have things that irked him be left unattended.

So, with a half sigh and half grunt, he swung his legs out from his bed and sat up, his lips pursed before he pulled on his slippers and left his bedroom. This was where the sound became louder, no longer hindered by the wooden door and instead it wafted in through the slightly ajar windows, pausing again before picking up.

He wouldn’t say that he was someone that was easily spooked, and he wasn’t really scared but he did feel a little uneasy. This was worth investigating; he’d sleep well knowing it was nothing in the end.

Grabbing an oil lantern, he lit a match and turned it on, stepping out of the back door that was situated directly on a path to the forest. During the day it was beautiful, a vast expanse of greenery that spoke volumes on the wonder of nature and its intricacies. It stood tall against the azure of the sky, dwarfing his cottage that stood alone on the outskirts, and that difference was only more stark at night where the trees turned to gnarled limbs that swayed in tune with the wind, the shadows twisting into something more evil than delicate.

But Hyunwoo paid no mind to that. Honestly, it hardly bothered him anymore. Everything in the forest was easily recognised and he knew it inside out from his years of exploring both with his parents and unaccompanied.

Rubbing his eyes, he closed the door behind him and began making his way down the path, entering the forest’s domain. Here, the sound was the loudest and it seemed to echo around him, bouncing off the barks of various trees and travelling around him. The lamp’s light was bright, having recently been filled with more oil, and he was able to use it to efficiently navigate the darker routes.

With every step he took he got closer to the source and the sounds seemed more alive, like something was weeping from pain. A pang of concern rushed through him and he went closer, pushing throughthe bushes before he reached the area where it was coming from.

It was hard to see from this distance but it seemed to be something white that had curled up into a ball.

Hyunwoo held out the lamp, letting it illuminate the creature - only to have the shock of his life.

For it was no animal, but a human woman that was crying, her face hidden by her hands before she looked up upon the shine of his lamp, confusion clear in her eyes.

Oh. This was… definitely not normal.

"Are you okay?" He asked, not knowing what else to say in this situation. Animals were more his area of expertise. "Are you hurt?"

Her lips pursed and she looked down at her feet, the fabric of her rather intricate dress covering them up. Then, with great care and trembling hands, she moved the material to reveal the true cause of her pain.

A wolf trap.

"Oh no," he uttered to himself, eyebrows furrowed. Who had left this inhumane device behind? It certainly wasn't him! He never hunted the predator animals that passed by.

Blood seeped from the puncture marks, the sharp, metal teeth buried in the soft flesh of her ankle and rendering her immobile. Purple inflamed skin surrounded the broken tissue, bruising forming around the fresh wound and he spied the cuts on her crimson coated fingers - likely from trying to pry it open.

No wonder she was crying, he thought, these traps were made to capture large, wild animals. She would be lucky if she didn't have any sort of permanent scar.

"I'll get you out," he reassured, setting the lamp down and inspecting the trap. It was an older model that was triggered by the slightest touch, the spring recoil made to be harsh and powerful to stop the animal there and then. Such a thing would only spell disaster for a delicate human ankle. Had it been a bear trap then the only mode of removal would have been to sever her foot from her leg.

Hyunwoo kneeled beside her, mindful of the fact that she was likely scared and exhausted. His hands, while calloused and hardened from manual labour, were gentle as they touched swollen skin. It was tilted to the left to allow him a clearer view of the mechanism but she hissed in pain despite clearly trying her hardest to contain her exclamations. "Oh, I'm sorry," he mumbled, thumb rubbing the uninjured skin in apology.

The lamp was pulled closer, eyes narrowed to get a better view and he saw that there was a small button within. It had a faded symbol that had rusted over, making it illegible.

His left hand pushed into the small gap, fingers patting around the confined space to reach it when his index finger brushed over it. The placement was purposefully inconvenient, not intended to be undone by the animal or until the owner was sure that their kill had parted ways with this world. He wasn’t an advocate for these types of traps simply because of how inhumane they were, making the animal suffer until its last moments or it was desperate enough to bite off its own leg in order to escape.

He pursed his lips in concentration, pressing down harder on the button despite the awkward angle and the way the edge of the metal dug into his skin. Then, a few seconds later, it popped open and she sighed in relief. The damage was done and it was worse than he had initially thought, the teeth of it having torn almost all the way through the meat and into the muscle with blood dribbling from the now exposed wounds. Honestly, he wondered how she hadn’t passed out from shock.

“Thank you,” she murmured, voice shaking and thick with congestion. Hyunwoo simply nodded, trying to give her a comforting smile despite wondering what on earth he could do now. There was no feasible way for her to walk on that ankle and he would never leave anyone to die in the woods.

“Is it okay if I take you home? It’s down there, the cottage by the road.” He pointed in the general direction but it was dark and the only light was that of his lamp. This woman had no choice but to trust him and he wouldn’t dare to betray it.

“...Yes, it’s okay.”

Lifting her wouldn’t be a problem for him; Hyunwoo would easily lift upwards of 200kg with the work he did. No, it was the fact that he had to be incredibly mindful of her ankle and any other injuries that she might have sustained.

“Please tell me if this is uncomfortable.” With his voice barely above a murmur, he reached around her back and under her knees, lifting her as though she were a doll. The lamp was cradled in her arms, held for them both and her leg dangled uselessly. “I’ll walk us back now.”

She nodded and said nothing else, body tense in his hold though he couldn’t blame her. It was with great care that he made his way to his cottage again, feeling guilt ebb through him when her leg grazed against his side and she tried her hardest to contain the gasps of agony.

It did confuse him in the moments that he could think about something other than this woman’s safety and injury, that someone wearing such expensive and silken clothing would be out in the middle of the forest. The fabric intertwined with his fingers was made with care and quality - the kind of thing that he would only buy after saving for years upon years.

But Hyunwoo had more important things to worry about than this, and he continued on the path home.

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[jabbage]

#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

[opiumkitten]

And Nothing Can go Wrong... OH NO IT ALL WENT WRONG

Hey everyone! I'm back and my writer's block is gone. I wanted to write something cause this is by far my favorite audio lol So here's my vanilla rendition of it! I hope you enjoy

Word Count: 2189

The Collection

MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI

Warning: Smut, nothing really wholesome, just sex.

A hungry, breathless melody reverberated around the room. You looked over to the setting sun before feeling his hand crank down on your waist. Of course the big oaf didn't wanna let go, he wasn't done. He was almost shaking, holding back just trying to give you a break. You wondered how long Itto would be this nice to you. The warmth started to drum up again, and almost on queue, Itto pulled you up his body. Those amber eyes were in a sparkling haze, moaning as your lips met. The only thought in his head was you, every curve, every edge, your voice, the way you trembled for him.

It wasn't enough.

"I'll be late." You whined into his lips, feeling his hands rub down your back to squeeze your ass.

"I know..just...one more baby." You almost felt bad for him, seeing the desperation in his eyes as he undulated beneath you.

"You said that twice now, Itto..."

"I know, but I just..Please. Please Y/N..."

Itto watched you lean up, trailing his eyes down you're beautiful frame till it landed right where you hand had been. You stroked him slowly, making him still as he hissed. Your paws were so small around him, hell, you were small around him. His hands dwarfed your waist, his thumbs overlapping as he held you steady-

A greedy moan escaped him, snapping his eyes back to you using your soaked folds to tease his sensitive head.

You weren't trying to tease him, but getting him to fit was a task, one that had you panting to get his cockhead to finally catch-

You gasped, already feeling the stretch as you shuddered before bracing onto his chest. You took your time, lifting and using your weight to sink every inch of him inside you. You were already so swollen, and so full, your mind couldn't focus on doing anything else as he throbbed inside you. Tears began welling as you trembled, feeling him lose patience when his hips bucked involuntarily.

"Princess, fuck. You're...so..."

His words trailed off as his juts turned into full thrusts, his pace picking up as your head fell back. In almost an instant, he brutally worked you, gripping your waist hard as he fixated on where you were connected. How you felt so good, were so tiny, and took him so well only made him bully your cunt harder, making sure every inch was covered in your slick. His fangs sank into your swollen nipple before binding you wrists, using the angle to get you closer and deeper.

You looked down, meeting his darkened gaze to nothing but carnal lust. He will breed you. Again. Just like every time. You should've known he wouldn't have let you get away so easily.

But you know that if you stopped him, you'd deal with worse once you got home, and that's if you were able to get away from him now. How the hell did you get here? You definitely aren't making it to your hangout at Uyuu-tei, being far too late and way too worked out to walk. He promised only a quickie, a 1 rounder; but when you came 3 times before he could, you knew you made a mistake. By the time he came, he'd already snapped, and after that there was no getting through to him till he fucked himself stupid and shot blanks.

His deep growl made the knot in your stomach tighter, his fangs leaving yet another hickey on your throat as he dug his claws into your scalp.

"More...cum for me...more.."

He wasn't begging like before. He wasn't asking you either. Itto was fully entranced by your perfect little flower. How your dew coated him, how his name left your lips, how you whimpered and begged for him. His mind was melting down your thighs, soaking the bedsheets beneath you.

Your voice was too hoarse to scream, whimpering as a stronger headrush ran through you as you came together. You never grew tired of feeling his barbs catch on your sensitive walls to shoot his thick seed inside you. And you loved the feeling, even if it was dangerous. Itto reassured you that you wouldn't get pregnant unless he was in rut, but it still made you uneasy with how much he needed to release.

Remembering back when you two first started dating, Itto was nothing like this. And this is considered "Nice Itto," now.

No, back then, Itto would never be so rough.

He whimpered, digging into the sheets instead of your hips and ass.

"Ar-Archons-! Y/N! Oh fuck!"

His lips were a swollen cherry red as he bit into them instead of lionizing your tender neck and shoulders, eyes clenched shut as his head kicked back while you rode him.

You took your time, letting his thick member stretch you luxuriously while your velvety walls hugged him in the slow delicious hell that was your pace.

Now, Itto would tackle you to the bed and let his body do as it desires, ruining you both.

But this Itto?

He'd never do that. He thinks he's too big for you, too thick. And if he let his instincts take over he'd hurt you. He'd leave every hole you have full of his cum, swollen and aching. There wouldn't be any reason for you to leave if you were too tired and sore to walk anywhere, right?  You'd be pretty, all fucked out and delirious, passing out after he was finished with you.

Just the thought of you prancing around, heady with his scent nearly made him-

"I-Itto?!"

His eyes snapped open to his hands gripping your waist hard, fucking up into you roughly.

"Shit,Y/N-!"

"DON'T Stop!"

Itto watched as hearts danced in your eyes.

You wanted him to do this harder?

Were you sure?

"Please-! Don't you fucking-!" Your cute little squeal as he obliged had you squeezing him delightfully, making him whisper out a fuck as he tried keeping his composure. This was a bad idea, fucking you like this. Your hips clashing made such a perfect sound, his very full balls slapping against your ass was a blessing he'd never get tired of.

Pulling him to your lips, you all but fucked yourself stupid to his newly matched pace.

You'd been waiting for his control to slip. And seeing it in action as those pretty amber eyes went from desperation to tempted beast, he took you down to the bed, pinned you into a tight mating press before fucking you the deepest he could.

Itto’s head kicked back, fuck this was the best worst idea he'd ever had.

Tears welled in your eyes from the immense pleasure, tinges of pain clipping you as his cockhead pulverized your g-spot. You felt so good, Itto couldn't get enough. He didn't think you could feel even better, but as his hands slipped down to your ass, he growled deeply as his fangs scraped against your neck. Pressing you up into him, Itto fucked down into your leaky hole, making you stutter his name as he whispered incoherently.

You screamed as his fucking turned into bullying, holding on as he buried his mind in the far corners of your warm, wet womb for safe keeping.

He didn't need it now, wouldn't for the next few hours.

"Itto-! Itto! Cumming!" Your vision was shot, couldn't see how the drool trailed down his chin as he watched you. You were so defenseless, so weak in this moment.

With how you begged...he could tear into your little cunt, and you'd love it.

So... that’s what he did.

This idea couldn't get any worse... right?

You had never seen Itto lose control. Maybe it was because he was close to his rut. Or maybe because your teasing finally paid off. Either way?

Your pussy rejoiced as he all but lost it. The pain and pleasure mixed as your voice was fucked out of you. Itto wasn't moaning, but growling as his fangs dug into your shoulder. Crashes from some far away dishes were heard as your toes went numb.

And your brain went blank.

Sparks of lightning drummed through you as you both erupted, Itto burying himself deep before-

Something painful pricked you inside-

Your orgasm was heightened, almost as if you came again and harder. Itto never came inside before. You couldn't breathe, so full and zapped from pleasure you passed out.

When you came to, Itto was rubbing your back, his brow knitted in embarrassment and worry as your swollen lids pried open.

"Babe? Babe, you ok? You passed out on me!"

You couldn't talk, voice hoarse from screaming. You cleared it, and Itto pulled your closer while helping you drink.

"I- shit I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry, I lost control and I-"

"-S'ok. I wanted you to."

"-really shouldn't have let myself go that far-...wait what... did you just say?"

"It's ok. I wanted you to."

Itto looked down at you, your pretty eyes smiling up at him as you drew lazy circles over his nipple.

"...why would you uh.... want that?"

"Cause you looked like you were in so much pain holding back. I knew you weren't satisfied, either. We've run through so many pairs of sheets because you've ripped them, it's ridiculous."

You giggled, lightly pinching it as you noticed the sensitive mound perked.

"You always wait till I'm asleep to go jerk off, and still, it isn't enough. You reach for me in your sleep, too. Every morning you use my thighs, chanting my name."

"Cause I don't want to hurt you. You're so fucking tiny, and tight and sensitive and...fragile..."

'That I want to break you.'

Itto didn't say the rest out loud, cursing himself as he felt his need flare.

"Itto, I told you it's ok. I want you to be satisfied. I can handle it. And even if I can't, I can learn."

"...Princess, this isn't something so easy to learn. I'm not your normal guy. And I can-"

"-Turn into something that can't be turned off till I'm satisfied,' I know. I want you. I want all of you. Besides I'm not some scared little pansy-"

"Then..can we go again...?"

You looked up at Itto, his wild blush full of guilt and hunger.

"Huh?"

"I...I'm... like this again...I want you. Please."

His hand guided yours to his rock-hard member, making you massage him as he choked on a moan. Desperation began bleeding from his eyes as the pleasure built, and you pulled back the covers to see his head already slick with precum.

"Oh, Itto..." you cooed.

Though now, your coo was broken as you watched him eat you out, stroking himself as he pinned your legs beside your head. He panted roughly as your swollen bundle of nerves was tossed around with his tongue before pulling your pussy apart, moaning as he dove tongue first into those silky walls.

A few strokes later, you came around the wet muscle before he brought the reward to your lips, sharing the creampie before diving back in to make another. Your tears sprang as he skillfully worked himself inside you. With a brush on your g-spot, the wet lip lock was broken as you both watched him bottom out with exasperated moans.

Your dress was gathered at your stomach, heels lost, makeup ruined as Itto caressed your face.

"You're so fucking pretty, Princess."

You gripped around him involuntarily, giving him the go ahead to abuse your asshole further.

Your pussy was out of commission, but this pretty, round, bouncy thing could take another round.

Or 4.

Itto was sure of it.

You? Not so much.

But you didn't mind.

Really, you didn't.

It was a grand idea to spend Saturday night being pinned up in ways he loved to devour anyway.

The moon was high, crickets singing when you came to. Itto was buried in your chest, holding you close as he snored deeply. Properly naked, he'd taken off your dress, jewelry and even your makeup when you passed out, like he always did. Grabbing the water he set up for you, you took your time drinking-

Itto held the cup for you, his hands moving before his eyes had opened.

"You ok, lovie?"

"Mm-hm."

Leaning up, he fed you water bit by bit, knowing he was the culprit for the thirst after skull fucking you.

He couldn't help it, you were just too pretty in burgundy lipstick..

When you'd had enough, Itto smoothed your hair from your face before kissing you.

"Need the bathroom?"

You shook your head before Itto guided you to his chest, rubbing your back slowly.

"Sorry for ruining your girls night."

"I would say it's ok but I don't believe you."

His chuckle made you grimace as you felt your body ache, making him kiss the top of your head.

"I'll try to behave next time. Promise."

"I'm terrified of what that will consist of..."

"Just a little bit of today...nothing too crazy."

"Before or after I go out?"

".......both."

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[gideonsuggestions]

[Gideon:] The gold of Envy The jewels of Comeau Will seem like mere trinkets By this time tomorrow The gold we find here Will dwarf them by far Oh, with all ya got on ya, boys Dig up Toronto, boys Mine, boys, mine every mountain And dig, boys, dig till ya drop Grab a pick, boys Quick, boys Shove in a shovel Uncover those lovely Pebbles that sparkle and shine It's gold and it's mine, mine, mine [League:] Dig and dig and dig and diggety dig And dig and dig and dig and diggety dig [Lucas:] Hey nonny nonny Ho nonny nonny [Gideon:] Oh, how I love it! [Lucas:] Hey nonny nonny Ho nonny nonny [Gideon:] Riches for cheap! [Lucas:] Hey nonny nonny Ho nonny nonny [Lucas and Gideon:] There'll be heaps of it [Gideon:] And I'll be on top of the heap! My rivals back home It's not that I'm bitter But think how they'll squirm When they see how I glitter The ladies in New York Will be all a-twitter The shareholders will reward me They'll raise me- no, endorse me! It's mine, mine, mine For the taking It's mine, boys Mine me that gold! With those nuggets dug It's glory for me My dear friend, President Georgie Will probably build me a shrine When all of the gold is mine [League:] Dig and dig and dig and diggety dig And dig and dig and dig and diggety-dig im not adapting the john smith verse this movie fucking sucks [Gideon:] Keep on working, lads [League:] Mine! [Gideon:] Don't be shirking, lads Mine, boys, mine Mine me that gold Beautiful gold Make this island my land Make the mounds big, boys I'd help you to dig, boys But I've got this crick in me spine [League:] This land we behold [Gideon:] This beauty untold [League:] A man can be bold! [Gideon:] It all can be sold! And the gold is Mine, mine, mine! [League:] And dig and dig and dig and diggety dig It's mine!

[foodandfolklore]

Snow-White and Rose-Red

Art by Kerry Darlington

With all the content about the new Snow White live action Remake coming out, it got me thinking about the character in other forms. I don't mean other retellings of the story. But the name 'Snow White' was oddly popular for young, beautiful and kind maidens in fairytales. It may be a translation problem. Both Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as well as Snow-White and Rose-Red were both written by German Authors. The famous Brothers Grimm. Actually, when I first read this story, I mistook it for the original source material of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I thought Disney took WAY MORE creative liberties.

This story has an interesting, What goes around comes around, kind of message. There are two sisters, named after Roses, a Bear, and a weirdly mean dwarf who encounters a rather sudden end. The sisters are kind to the bear so the end up happy. The Dwarf was mean to the bear so he ends up....splat. Oh, and the bear is a Prince, as is fairytale tradition.

Bears have strong correlations to endurance, adaptability, protective power, wisdom, and maternal/paternal energy. They are well known for hibernation, which can invoke a sense of cycles, dreams, and renewal. But they are also dangerous creatures, drawing feelings of danger, defense, and death. How many themes, if any, can you pick up on in this story?

Snow-White and Rose-Red

A poor widow once lived in a little cottage. In front of the cottage was a garden, in which were growing two rose trees; one of these bore white roses, and the other red.

She had two children, who resembled the rose trees. One was called Snow-White, and the other Rose-Red; and they were as religious and loving, busy and untiring, as any two children ever were.

Snow-White was more gentle, and quieter than her sister, who liked better skipping about the fields, seeking flowers, and catching summer birds; while Snow-White stayed at home with her mother, either helping her in her work, or, when that was done, reading aloud.

The two children had the greatest affection the one for the other. They were always seen hand in hand; and should Snow-White say to her sister, "We will never separate," the other would reply, "Not while we live," the mother adding, "That which one has, let her always share with the other."

They constantly ran together in the woods, collecting ripe berries; but not a single animal would have injured them; quite the reverse, they all felt the greatest esteem for the young creatures. The hare came to eat parsley from their hands, the deer grazed by their side, the stag bounded past them unheeding; the birds, likewise, did not stir from the bough, but sang in entire security. No mischance befell them; if benighted in the wood, they lay down on the moss to repose and sleep till the morning; and their mother was satisfied as to their safety, and felt no fear about them.

Once, when they had spent the night in the wood, and the bright sunrise awoke them, they saw a beautiful child, in a snow-white robe, shining like diamonds, sitting close to the spot where they had reposed. She arose when they opened their eyes, and looked kindly at them; but said no word, and passed from their sight into the wood. When the children looked around they saw they had been sleeping on the edge of a precipice, and would surely have fallen over if they had gone forward two steps further in the darkness. Their mother said the beautiful child must have been the angel who keeps watch over good children.

Snow-White and Rose-Red kept their mother's cottage so clean that it gave pleasure only to look in. In summer-time Rose-Red attended to the house, and every morning, before her mother awoke, placed by her bed a bouquet which had in it a rose from each of the rose-trees. In winter-time Snow-White set light to the fire, and put on the kettle, after polishing it until it was like gold for brightness. In the evening, when snow was falling, her mother would bid her bolt the door, and then, sitting by the hearth, the good widow would read aloud to them from a big book while the little girls were spinning. Close by them lay a lamb, and a white pigeon, with its head tucked under its wing, was on a perch behind.

One evening, as they were all sitting cosily together like this, there was a knock at the door, as if someone wished to come in.

"Make haste, Rose-Red!" said her mother; "open the door; it is surely some traveller seeking shelter." Rose-Red accordingly pulled back the bolt, expecting to see some poor man. But it was nothing of the kind; it was a bear, that thrust his big, black head in at the open door. Rose-Red cried out and sprang back, the lamb bleated, the dove fluttered her wings, and Snow-White hid herself behind her mother's bed. The bear began speaking, and said, "Do not be afraid; I will not do you any harm; I am half-frozen and would like to warm myself a little at your fire."

"Poor bear!" the mother replied; "come in and lie by the fire; only be careful that your hair is not burnt." Then she called Snow-White and Rose-Red, telling them that the bear was kind, and would not harm them. They came, as she bade them, and presently the lamb and the dove drew near also without fear.

"Children," begged the bear; "knock some of the snow off my coat." So they brought the broom and brushed the bear's coat quite clean.After that he stretched himself out in front of the fire, and pleased himself by growling a little, only to show that he was happy and comfortable. Before long they were all quite good friends, and the children began to play with their unlooked-for visitor, pulling his thick fur, or placing their feet on his back, or rolling him over and over. Then they took a slender hazel-twig, using it upon his thick coat, and they laughed when he growled. The bear permitted them to amuse themselves in this way, only occasionally calling out, when it went a little too far, "Children, spare me an inch of life."

When it was night, and all were making ready to go to bed, the widow told the bear, "You may stay here and lie by the hearth, if you like, so that you will be sheltered from the cold and from the bad weather."

The offer was accepted, but when morning came, as the day broke in the east, the two children let him out, and over the snow he went back into the wood.

After this, every evening at the same time the bear came, lay by the fire, and allowed the children to play with him; so they became quite fond of their curious playmate, and the door was not ever bolted in the evening until he had appeared.

When spring-time came, and all around began to look green and bright, one morning the bear said to Snow-White, "Now I must leave you, and all the summer long I shall not be able to come back."

"Where, then, are you going, dear Bear?" asked Snow-White.

"I have to go to the woods to protect my treasure from the bad dwarfs. In winter-time, when the earth is frozen hard, they must remain underground, and cannot make their way through: but now that the sunshine has thawed the earth they can come to the surface, and whatever gets into their hands, or is brought to their caves, seldom, if ever, again sees daylight."

Snow-White was very sad when she said good-bye to the good-natured beast, and unfastened the door, that he might go; but in going out he was caught by a hook in the lintel, and a scrap of his fur being torn, Snow-White thought there was something shining like gold through the rent: but he went out so quickly that she could not feel certain what it was, and soon he was hidden among the trees.

One day the mother sent her children into the wood to pick up sticks. They found a big tree lying on the ground. It had been felled, and towards the roots they noticed something skipping and springing, which they could not make out, as it was sometimes hidden in the grasses. As they came nearer they could see it was a dwarf, with a shrivelled-up face and a snow-white beard an ell long. The beard was fixed in a gash in the tree trunk, and the tiny fellow was hopping to and fro, like a dog at the end of a string, but he could not manage to free himself. He stared at the children with his red, fiery eyes, and called out, "Why are you standing there? Can't you come and try to help me?"

"What were you doing, little fellow?" inquired Rose-Red.

"Stupid, inquisitive goose!" replied the dwarf; "I meant to split the trunk, so that I could chop it up for kitchen sticks; big logs would burn up the small quantity of food we cook, for people like us do not consume great heaps of food, as you heavy, greedy folk do. The bill-hook I had driven in, and soon I should have done what I required; but the tool suddenly sprang from the cleft, which so quickly shut up again that it caught my handsome white beard; and here I must stop, for I cannot set myself free. You stupid pale-faced creatures! You laugh, do you?"

In spite of the dwarf's bad temper, the girls took all possible pains to release the little man, but without avail, the beard could not be moved, it was wedged too tightly.

"I will run and get someone else," said Rose-Red.

"Idiot!" cried the dwarf. "Who would go and get more people? Already there are two too many. Can't you think of something better?"

"Don't be so impatient," said Snow-White. "I will try to think." She clapped her hands as if she had discovered a remedy, took out her scissors, and in a moment set the dwarf free by cutting off the end of his beard.

Immediately the dwarf felt that he was free he seized a sack full of gold that was hidden amongst the tree's roots, and, lifting it up, grumbled out, "Clumsy creatures, to cut off a bit of my beautiful beard, of which I am so proud! I leave the cuckoos to pay you for what you did." Saying this, he swung the sack across his shoulder, and went off, without even casting a glance at the children.

Not long afterwards the two sisters went to angle in the brook, meaning to catch fish for dinner. As they were drawing near the water they perceived something, looking like a large grasshopper, springing towards the stream, as if it were going in. They hurried up to see what it might be, and found that it was the dwarf. "Where are you going?" said Rose-Red. "Surely you will not jump into the water?"

"I'm not such a simpleton as that!" yelled the little man. "Don't you see that a wretch of a fish is pulling me in?"

The dwarf had been sitting angling from the side of the stream when, by ill-luck, the wind had entangled his beard in his line, and just afterwards a big fish taking the bait, the unamiable little fellow had not sufficient strength to pull it out; so the fish had the advantage, and was dragging the dwarf after it. Certainly, he caught at every stalk and spray near him, but that did not assist him greatly; he was forced to follow all the twistings of the fish, and was perpetually in danger of being drawn into the brook.

The girls arrived just in time. They caught hold of him firmly and endeavored to untwist his beard from the line, but in vain; they were too tightly entangled. There was nothing left but again to make use of the scissors; so they were taken out, and the tangled portion was cut off.

When the dwarf noticed what they were about, he exclaimed in a great rage, "Is this how you damage my beard? Not content with making it shorter before, you are now making it still smaller, and completely spoiling it. I shall not ever dare show my face to my friends. I wish you had missed your way before you took this road." Then he fetched a sack of pearls that lay among the rushes, and, not saying another word, hobbled off and disappeared behind a large stone.

Soon after this it chanced that the poor widow sent her children to the town to purchase cotton, needles, ribbon, and tape. The way to the town ran over a common, on which in every direction large masses of rocks were scattered about. The children's attention was soon attracted to a big bird that hovered in the air. They remarked that, after circling slowly for a time, and gradually getting nearer to the ground, it all of a sudden pounced down amongst a mass of rock. Instantly a heartrending cry reached their ears, and, running quickly to the place, they saw, with horror, that the eagle had seized their former acquaintance, the dwarf, and was just about to carry him off. The kind children did not hesitate for an instant. They took a firm hold of the little man, and strove so stoutly with the eagle for possession of his contemplated prey, that, after much rough treatment on both sides, the dwarf was left in the hands of his brave little friends, and the eagle took to flight.

As soon as the little man had in some measure recovered from his alarm, his small squeaky, cracked voice was heard saying, "Couldn't you have held me more gently? See my little coat; you have rent and damaged it in a fine manner, you clumsy, officious things!" Then he picked up a sack of jewels, and slipped out of sight behind a piece of rock.

The maidens by this time were quite used to his ungrateful, ungracious ways; so they took no notice of it, but went on their way, made their purchases, and then were ready to return to their happy home.

On their way back, suddenly, once more they ran across their dwarf friend. Upon a clear space he had turned out his sack of jewels, so that he could count and admire them, for he had not imagined that anybody would at so late an hour be coming across the common.

The setting sun was shining upon the brilliant stones, and their changing hues and sparkling rays caused the children to pause to admire them also.

"What are you gazing at?" cried the dwarf, at the same time becoming red with rage; "and what are you standing there for, making ugly faces?" It is probable that he might have proceeded in the same complimentary manner, but suddenly a great growl was heard near by them, and a big black bear joined the party. Up jumped the dwarf in extremest terror, but could not get to his hiding-place, the bear was too close to him; so he cried out in very evident anguish—

"Dear Mr. Bear, forgive me, I pray! I will render to you all my treasure. Just see those precious stones lying there! Grant me my life! What would you do with such an insignificant little fellow? You would not notice me between your teeth. See, though, those two children, they would be delicate morsels, and are as plump as partridges; I beg of you to take them, good Mr. Bear, and let me go!"

But the bear would not be moved by his speeches. He gave the ill-disposed creature a blow with his paw, and he lay lifeless on the ground.

Meanwhile the maidens were running away, making off for home as well as they could; but all of a sudden they were stopped by a well-known voice that called out, "Snow-White, Rose-Red, stay! Do not fear. I will accompany you."

The bear quickly came towards them, but, as he reached their side, suddenly the bear-skin slipped to the ground, and there before them was standing a handsome man, completely garmented in gold, who said—

"I am a king's son, who was enchanted by the wicked dwarf lying over there. He stole my treasure, and compelled me to roam the woods transformed into a big bear until his death should set me free. Therefore he has only received a well-deserved punishment."

Some time afterwards Snow-White married the Prince, and Rose-Red his brother.

They shared between them the enormous treasure which the dwarf had collected in his cave.

The old mother spent many happy years with her children.

#fairytale #folktale #german #folklore #food and folklore #klickwitch #bear #bear folktale #brothers grimm #snow white #rose red #turned into a prince #witch #novemeber #animal magic #cottage #magic

[fantasyinallforms]

I’d love to see you try: “…is this a bad time?” 👀

Thank you Sunny for the prompt! ❤️❤️

I'm having so much fun with these prompts for the FotFics March Madness event! I hope you like it! Also posted on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/45544498

Bagginshield-Rating [T]

Title: …is this a bad time?

Being king under the mountain came with many perks, free time was not one of them. 

Thorin stepped through the gates of Erebor and drank in the familiar smell. It had been almost 9 years since they had retaken the mountain, and Erebor was no longer the haunted shadow it once was. The mountain was well on its way to once again being the center for all trade in the north. It was one of those trade meetings that had taken Thorin away from his mountain and husband for three months. They had exchanged letters every week of those months, but letters could never do more than take the edge off of need. Thorin’s hands itched to hold Bilbo after so long. He had wasted no time returning from the Iron Hills and made good enough time that he ended up home an entire day early. A day he very much intended to spend locked away with Bilbo in their room. He just had to find Bilbo first.

Thorin got to his apartment and found it disappointingly empty. Wherever Bilbo was, he wasn't here. Still, it was nice to be surrounded by his things again. He had never cared much for having stuff in the past. It was unnecessary on the road or when his people were shifting around. Ered Luin had held no comfort for him, only obligation. Collecting things seemed too close to settling down, and he hadn't been ready to do that. Bilbo was the opposite. Settling down was in his nature, and he pulled Thorin into it easily. The room was a blend of the life they’d built over the last 9 long years. He put his things on the bed and chuckled to himself. The sheets were a mess, and you could tell that Bilbo had curled up in his spot on the bed, probably hugging the pillow.��

Before he decided to go looking for Bilbo, he opted for a quick bath to get the smell of the road off of him. When he was clean, he pulled on fresh clothes and started heading for the greenhouses.      

To his great misfortune, he ran into Balin first. 

“Your majesty! I didn't expect you for another day. This is a nice surprise and a fortunate one as well.” Balin looked excited; Thorin looked anything but. “...is this a bad time?” 

“Yes, If it was something that could have waited till I was back tomorrow, then it still can.” Thorin kept walking in the direction of the greenhouses, hoping his lack of pause would be enough to ward the old dwarf off. It wasn't. 

“I’m afraid it can’t wait. I was going to bring this up with Bilbo in your absence, but since you're here, I might as well bring it up to you.” Balin explained while keeping stride with Thorin. 

“Where is Bilbo?” Thorin asked, fixating on the one part of the sentence he actually cared about right now. 

“I hadn't yet had the chance to check his usual spots. If I had to take a guess, our Mr. Baggins is in his garden, the library, or perhaps the kitchens. I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see you.” Without skipping a beat, Balin launched into his explanation. “The king of Dale has paid us a visit and is looking to speak to you urgently.” Thorin’s trust in his advisor and the urgency in Balin’s voice was the only thing that caused him to divert his course from the greenhouse to the throne room. Sure enough, Bard was waiting for them just inside. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he seemed to have been pacing. He looked surprised to see Thorin. 

“I was told you were still traveling back from the Iron Hills?” it wasn't an accusatory question, only a curious one. 

“I was fortunate enough to arrive back just a few hours ago. What brings the king of Dale to Erebors halls?” Thorin wasted no time getting to the point. 

“I’m sorry to take your time so soon after arriving home. Things have stirred in your absence. I’ve been sending scouts to patrol the lands south of Esgaroth along the borders of Mirkwood. Most of the scouts went missing except one who returned last night. He was practically dead on his horse, but he was able to report before his injuries took him. Orcs, not just any orcs but orc riders on the backs of giant spiders. I thought him crazy at first before remembering Bilbo’s stories of your travels in Mirkwood, where you faced similar beasts. Every year the creatures coming from Dol Guldur grow bolder. The fact that they have aligned themselves with these foul creatures only makes me more concerned.” Bard had clearly spent no small amount of time thinking about this. He had bags under his eyes, and his voice was unsettled. 

“We were warned by Gandalf that things might begin to stir in that region, but I agree letting it go unchallenged would be a mistake. I’ll find Dwalin and have him send a group of warriors on rams to Dale. They can accompany your scouts in shifts and help eliminate any threats as well as gather intelligence,” Thorin said. Bard’s shoulders relaxed as he took a breath. 

“Thank you, Dale can’t afford to have its peace disturbed again. Not after we’ve come all this way. I won’t keep you any longer. I know you have people eager to see you.” Bard dipped his head and smiled knowingly at Thorin before walking towards the door. When he was gone, Thorin left as well, eager to not be waylaid any longer. He checked the greenhouses first and found no sight of Bilbo. He had the same luck with the kitchens. With each stop, he got suckered into another conversation or stopped to ask how his journey was. His responses to Bombur had bordered on rudeness, but he could apologize later; right now, he just needed to find Bilbo.

He decided to check the library next. Bilbo liked to work on paperwork and talk to Ori around this time of the day. The archives and library were just past the crafting halls, so he made sure he set a swift pace praying that the urgency in his steps was enough to ward off any questions. 

Just as he could see the exit to the hall, he overheard a very loud argument from two very familiar voices.

“Did you solder it with your eyes closed!” 

“It looks perfectly fine, Fee; you’re overreacting.”   

“Overreacting! Uncle is going to kill us when he gets back!” 

Thorin tried, he really, really tried to ignore the conversation and just keep moving. Fili and Kili were two grown dwarves capable of dealing with their own problems. Then they had to go and say the last bit. Now it actually was his problem. Pushing his fingers through his hair with a scowl, he marched towards his unsuspecting nephews. 

“I have half a mind to kill you now and be on my way.” Both boys went rigid at the sound of his voice. They had been too engaged in their argument to hear Thorin’s steps or notice him move to stand right behind them. 

“W-welcome back, Uncle!” Kili tried to play off his nervousness, but they both knew the damage was done. “How long have you been back?”

“Long enough; what did the pair of you do?” Thorin crossed his arms, his face keeping its stern disposition. A few moments passed with just blank stares. “I have been back in this mountain for less than four hours and have yet to see my husband. Every extra moment you make me wait, I will be less merciful when it comes to punishment. Out with it!” Thorin barked, his patience wearing thin.

“W-we might have tried to set up a small prank for you when you returned,” Kili said 

“And it might have resulted in Bilbo’s crown getting damaged,” Fili added. 

“But we fixed it! Good as new!” Kili held Bilbo’s crown up for him to look at. It wasn't the worst they could have done, but it wasn't what Thorin would consider good by any stretch of the imagination. The soldering was blobby and inconsistent; they even managed to get some of it on the gems. The boys were very talented with their own trades. Fixing delicate things was not their trade. Thorin tempered his anger, pulling on 204 years of learned patience. 

“Take this directly to the jeweler and see if she can reverse some of the shoddy craftsmanship that you decided to inflict upon it. Then go back to your apartment and stay there. I’m disappointed in both of you. You’re not pebbles anymore; you're future rulers. I recommend you start to act like it!” Thorin scolded. Both boys hung their heads a little. 

“Are you going to tell amad?” Fili asked. The question almost made Thorin laugh. Whatever scolding they got from him, Dis would be so much worse. 

“I’ll leave that up to Bilbo as he’s the one you owe a real apology to. Have either of you seen Bilbo?” Thorin asked.

“Last I saw him, he was headed to the east side of the mountain with Dwalin,” Fili said. Damn, that was in the opposite direction of where he was. The east side of the mountain held all the crystal caves, and Bilbo did like to visit them from time to time. Without another word, Thorin took off. Three months had been much too long; he could never do this again. He would bring Bilbo with him next time, regardless of Balin’s advice. Just the thought of those bouncing curls and soft features made Thorin pick up his pace. Finally, he arrived at the cave's entrance and could faintly make out noise from deeper within. He thought he would hear talking as he moved further in, but instead, he only heard grunts and heavy breathing. He knit his eyebrows together and stalked along further. Thorin stopped only when he finally heard speaking. 

“Dwalin, if we don't wrap this up soon, then I’m going to be too tired for Thorin tomorrow.” Bilbo panted

“Consider this a workout for your stamina, then,” Dwalin quipped.  

“We started this little workout after elevenses; it’s almost past afternoon tea now!” Bilbo pouted   

“Come on, one more round, then we can get cleaned up and eat,” Dwalin insisted.

“Fine, but go easy on me, or I’ll be sore all over tomorrow.” 

A jealous fury swarmed over his already agitated body. All the excitement he had overseeing Bilbo felt like ice for a moment as he rounded the corner of the cave, his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword. The fury burned away immediately. Bilbo and Dwalin were standing across from each other with a sparring stick in each of their hands. Thorin shook his head to clear his mind. The day must have truly wearied him if, even for a second, he thought that Dwalin might try and take advantage of his absence or that Bilbo would ever do that to him. 

Neither of them had seen Thorin, and now that he had found Bilbo, some of his urgency fled. He was content for a moment to watch his unaware husband spar. Seeing him after so long was intoxicating. Nine years of Bilbo by his side did nothing but make Thorin more in love. He watched with a smile as the match finished, and Bilbo pushed damp honey copper curls mixed with a healthy dose of gray from his face. Age had touched Bilbo very little. Minus graying hair and softer physic, Bilbo looked much the same as he did in his simal the day they met. Bilbo dubbed that day the 'unexpected party.’ Bilbo took a waterskin offered by Dwalin, and as Thorin watched drops of water fall from plush pink lips and onto Bilbo’s shirt, he couldn't keep his presence hidden anymore. 

“Is this a bad time?” Thorin said with a big grin.

“Thorin!” Bilbo dropped the waterskin and practically lept into Thorin’s arms. Thorin caught him easily, relishing in the feel of him in his arms. “You're back early; why didn't you send a raven ahead of you to let me know?” 

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Thorin said, shifting Bilbo’s weight so he could hold him with one arm and stroking his cheek with the other. 

“Well, you’ve achieved that! I feel bad though I’m all sweaty. You should probably put me down.” Bilbo said, trying to pull away. Thorin’s grip only tightened around Bilbo’s waist.  

“I couldn't care less. I’ve waited three months to have you back.” Thorin planted kisses along Bilbo’s neck, making his hobbit giggle and melt. 

“We sent letters,” Bilbo said through giggles. 

“Yes, we did. Some of your letters brought great comfort. Some of them just made me so hungry for you that three months felt like three years.” Thorin growled as his hand went around the back of Bilbo’s head, and he pulled him into a fiery kiss. He became utterly lost in the taste of Bilbo’s lips and the feeling of having him so close that he completely forgot there was another person in the room. 

“I’m just going to assume that you’ll be saying your hello’s to the rest of the company tomorrow then,” Dwalin said in good humor. He didn't even bother picking up the sparring sticks; he just made his way to the exit. Thorin would apologize tomorrow. Today he had better things to do. He backed Bilbo up to the nearest wall and was rapidly trying to make up for lost time when he heard. 

“Hey! I had heard you were wandering around the mountain! I wanted to see if you managed to get my letter to…is this a bad time?”

“Bofur… get OUT!” Thorin fumed. Bofur all but ran out of the cave. Thorin looked back at Bilbo. “I’ll apologize tomorrow; I’m not sharing my time with anyone else today, regardless of how dire the situation is.”   

#bagginshield #the hobbit #thilbo #bilbo x thorin #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #forfics #FIAF (me) fics

[justpostsyeet]

My headcanons on dwarves and gender

1. I don't think gender exists as binary in dwarvish society. They don't actually have term for male and female; they have terms for who can bear children and nurse children and who can not.

2. There is not much sexual dimorphism in body structure of dwarves just difference in genitals. Every dwarf has mammary glands but they only function on the child bearers till the baby dwarves are in their nursing age.

3. It has effected their society a lot,they don't have any gender based division or discrimination as they just don't see themselves as separate gender or entity. They nurture their pregnant ones but anyone who wants to anything are allowed to do whatever they want.

'Females' wanting to run around swinging axes - go for it

'Females' wanting to mines for days - Absolutely yes

'Males' wanting to cook and coddle children - yes,why it is even a question

4. They find gender conformity and gender based segregation a very strange concept. They don't leave their mountains often so,they can witness such things but when they do they're just confused. Some are just too busy doing their work that they don't even pay attention to these.

5. They find trans stuff Absolutely ridiculous because according to them why even separate yourself into 2 entity of a same kind in the first place. Some they're understanding and most of all see it as pitiful flaw of social construct that one has go through so much pain just to express themselves.

"Just wear that damned skirt if you want to" - probably some dwarf who got tired of some trans person blabbering about how she can't wear a skirt because she's seen as a man and society will look down upon her.

Will expand on it later ...

If you want to expand on it you're free to do it 😊

#headcanonsss #in that case in hobbit some where female dwarves in comapany #who? #guess #lotr #the lord of the rings #lord of the rings #silmarillion #the hobbit #hobbit #tolkien #tolkien lore

[haitherecaringmonke]

Lucille’s main team

These Pokemons are her most loyal, strongest and most trusted companions

Onion (Houndoom) ♂

“Good job buddy, I’ll take it from here”

Moves: Flamethrower, Dark Pulse, Nasty Plot, Sludge Bomb

Lucille’s oldest and strongest partner.

He’s been with her since she’s about 3, so he’s very loyal to her.

His Houndoominite was given to him by Lucille’s father’s best friend.

Because Onion is the oldest out of all of Lucille’s Pokemons, he acts like a responsible older brother to the other Pokemons, including those at the lab Lucille works at.

However, just because he’s responsible doesn’t mean he isn’t a little shit to his brothers (Lucille’s sisters’ Mightyena and Dusk Lycanroc) like annoying those two every chance he can.

Is in charge of keeping an eye on Grim, his fire can’t hurt him (due to Flash Fire), Grim can’t hide either since Onion will be able to sniff him without fail.

Crewel spoils Onion rotten and sneaks him snacks every chance the man got.

Aerosmith (Talonflame) ♂

“Really ? You’re just gonna lie there on your back in the middle of the dining table like that ?”

Moves: Brave Bird, Flame Charge, Steel Wing, Aerial Ace

Lucille’s second Pokemon and the first Pokemon that she caught.

He’s known Onion for quite a while for that reason, and can be seen using Onion as a mount since he’s a Fletching

Despite being one of the fastest flying type out there, Aerosmith is rather lazy, in fact, he is so lazy that sometimes he refuses to fly and just… lies there until somebody moves him. Lucille has no idea why he does this.

Although he is lazy, Aerosmith will sometimes take over Onion’s job so he can take a break. He also helps Lucille keeps warm when winter came at Ramshackle.

If Onion manages things on the ground, Aerosmith is his eyes in the sky, together they made quite the duo.

Aerosmith is also quite the snitch though. He will tattle everything he knows to other Pokemons, so Crowley better watch out if he wants to live until the end of the school year.

Sonic (Noivern) ♂

“Thanks for keeping the dorm safe at night buddy”

Moves: Boomburst, Dragon Pulse, Air Slash, Supersonic

Despite being a Dragon type, Sonic is quite docile. This is because Lucille raised him since he was an egg

Lucille met his Egg back when she went into Terminus Cave to investigate some stuff. She found an abandoned Noivern nest with him being the only egg there whereas the other eggs have already hatched. She took his Egg back home and took care of him till he hatched.

Due to being nocturnal, Lucille put him on guarding duty, even so, Sonic would still act if the intruder breaks into the house during the day when Lucille and Grim are out.

Because of this, he befriended Malleus during his nightly travels (along with another Diasomnia student whom I will reveal sometime later in the future). Malleus was rather impressed with the bat-like dragon.

Made his major debut during the prologue when Lucille and the Braincell Trio had to go to the Dwarf Mines to get the magic stone.

Anjawlica (Feraligatr) ♀

“ANJAWLICA NO LET HIM GO”

Moves: Ice Fang, Hydro Pump, Surf, Agility

Yes that is her actual name and not a typo.

Unlike her other Pokemons on the main team, Lucille caught Anjawlica along with Jawsephine down in the Sinnoh Grand Underground when they were a pair of Totodile and Gible.

Assisted Onion with putting out the fire and capturing Grim during orientation. Grim still feels her bite on his butt…

Unlike most Feraligatrs, Anjawlica is rather gentle and act somewhat motherly to Lucille’s smaller and younger Pokemons.

All that gentleness is tossed outside the window when it’s her feeding time however…

Let’s just say, some students tried to break in Ramshackle only to see her performing the “Feraligatr Death Roll” on a poor unfortunate (dead) lamb. (A regular lamb, not a Mareep nor Wooloo). They learned their lesson pretty quickly.

Can usually be seen chilling in the artificial lake at Ramshackle or playing with Jawsephine.

Gave people quite the heart attack when she chomps on Lucille’s head every now and then.

Jawsephine (Gabite -> Garchomp) ♀

“Jawsephine you evolved !”

Moves: Dig, Dragon Claw, Dragon Dance, Slash

Was caught as a Gible along with Anjawlica in the Sinnoh Grand Underground so those two are very close with each other.

After Jawsephine evolved into a Gabite she became rather distant and aloof for some reason.

But after she evolves into Garchomp (sometime during Chapter 2/3) she became affectionate with Lucille again.

Helped Lucille and her other Pokemons in her PC system make the habitat for the other Pokemons.

Floyd tries to squeeze her but Jawsephine’s Rough Skin prevented him from doing so… for now.

Love chin scritches and it is her weakness.

Like Anjawlica, Jawsephine will sometimes affectionately chomps on Lucille’s head.

Egg

“I hope you hatch soon little one, we’re all waiting for you”

Egg

That’s it.

Lmao jk

Lucille received this little egg from her father, who was given this egg as a thank you from his patient at the Pokemon Daycare.

As of now it is currently unknown what the egg will hatch into. Lucille and her sisters currently have an on-going bet on what the little one will be.

Fiona (the oldest) bet it will be a Normal type.

Diana (the second) bet it will be a Psychic type.

Lucille have her money on a Fairy type.

Her dad joined in saying it would be a Water type.

Only one of them is correct.

#twst x pokemon #twisted wonderland x pokemon #twisted wonderland

[simplekeikaku]

Everyone who likes lord of the rings wants to know which fantasy race they would be and as an extremely judgmental person I’m uniquely positioned to break it down here we go

Orcs: Always down to barbecue. Sus hygiene. Basically nocturnal. Frankly this is most of us and we need to accept ourselves.

River Elves: Probably your neurodivergent friend: can perform extremely specific incredible feats but will literally lay down on the floor and die if the vibe is bad. Will fall in love once and never again, meaning that one hyperfixation is sticking with them ‘till the dirt hits their coffin. Gorgeous taste in music.

Dwarves: No goals, all ambition. Into stew. Very energetic. Has one ridiculous phobia but is afraid of nothing else ever. Doesn’t work out but is stupidly strong. Everyone wishes they had a dwarf friend.

Hobbits: Ultra strict on etiquette to the point that they will swing on a literal god if they think they’re being rude. Will die for what they believe in. What they believe in is getting snacks. Keeps promises. Survives weird shit. Thinks their outfit is fire and you don’t have the heart to tell them it’s not. Cuts their own hair.

Humans: Will assign themselves one specific character trait and hang their hat on it forever. Your friend who has a fruit tree or a 90’s Japanese car or is into jazz is a human. The idea that they may one day not be into their One Thing keeps them up at night. They have no idea who they would be without it.

Uruk-hai: Your fitness friend. The one with the godlike thighs. Also down to barbecue but sees it as a treat, not a basic requirement for life. Meal preps and is fine eating the same thing every day. Susceptible to cults, might currently be in one.

Trolls: Really hard-working but lacks style. Too altruistic. Into procedures and rules. Doesn’t like risk. Will criticize the food if you eat out. Always tries to get something for free. Legitimately the worst. Always dehydrated — be prepared to drive them to the hospital if they’re in the sun too long.

Wizards: If you know someone with a 3D printer they’re a wizard. It used to be having a box of cables they refuse to get rid of but now it’s a 3D printer. Thinks showing up on time is grind culture and will absolutely get dramatic about it. If they think Steve Jobs was a bad person you should be willing to kill for them, if they think Steve Jobs was a good person you should be willing to kill them. Eats like absolute dog shit but has one niche health trend they obsess and evangelize over, like adaptogenic mushrooms or juicing. If that sentence offended you I need you to know that both are great but they don’t make up for the 7-11 taquitos currently in your hand.

Ents: Gorgeous and smart. Has never really had to work for anything. Will dip if a challenge arises. Can’t remember their commitments, shows up to about half of them. Really popular on social media. Still a virgin because they got a crush on a fictional character in middle school and they’re holding out for the real life version who doesn’t exist.

Wood Elves: If their elk — I mean truck, doesn’t impress you, their personality won’t either. A douchebag but a cool douchebag. Always drinking. Everyone wants to kick their ass but that’s their idea of a good time. Always has a knife on them. The people at the hardware store and the auto parts store know them. Do not text them in a crisis, they will respond “You good? 👀” 2 weeks later.

Sméagol: Really needs to stop dyeing their own hair and just go to therapy. Spends all their money on sushi. Loves themself but hates themself too, probably goth. Liable to end up in a t-shirt in the snow because they keep forgetting to buy a jacket. Monster energy enthusiast. No one is more shocked they’re still alive than they are.

Balrogs: Into MMA. Might have taken a boxing lesson once or twice and says they box. You’re not willing to find out. Tough motherfucker but will cry if you yell at them. Seems difficult to kill but will one day trip over a rock and fall to their death.

Eagles: If you look into their eyes you can tell Highway to the Danger Zone is playing in their head. Never around. Will wake up at 4:00 am to tow your car out of a ditch when no one else would answer their phone, so you can’t be mad at them for it. Somehow never gets cold. Thrives under stress.

Ringwraiths: The people you forget about until it’s too late. Liable to screenshot. You keep trying to ghost them but somehow they’re always in the group chat and at events you were sure they weren’t invited to. Does not wash their hands. You have to admit they dress really well but it’s only because they make a lot of money. Probably into crypto. Probably drives a Tesla.

Nazgûl: Ringwraith but without the money. Probably likes Elon Musk. Not willing to admit their parents pay for their apartment. Secretly wishes they could be a trophy husband/wife, might even have the body for it. Will talk to you about dropshipping.

Dragons: Nazgûl but with more money than a Ringwraith. Very talented at one or two things, thinks this will get them through life, it probably will. The insane wealth helps. Thinks everyone is jealous of them.

Horse: 4 legs. It’s not you. You’re not a horse.

#lord of the rings #lotr #Tolkien #jrr tolkien #tag yourself I’m Sméagol

[pheita]

garnet and poppy!

Hi @writernopal, I am really vibing hard with these two because you hit the elemental things of "The Dragon's Warrior" *takes a long calming breath*

GARNET - Are there gods?

Yes, there are gods. The only one who got named yet is the moon goddess Anande, who is also the goddess of beginnings and ends, who is the one who guides the souls from one plane to the other. She is there when a child is born, and she is there when someone dies.

The dragons call her the Silver One because they believe the thread of life is as silver as the moonlight.

How many gods will be there in the end, I don't know, I am still worldbuilding this part.

POPPY - What historical event does every student learn about?

*pushes my glasss up my noses like an old scholar*

The event everyone learns about is also the one crucial for the story.

Centuries ago, the continent was ruled by the council of the kings. Those kings were from all species and instead of waging war against each other, the council was called to sort things out and help each other. Depending on where you are, it is called the Golden Age or the Flourishing Age.

Things broke apart when a dragon prince and a human princess should marry at the wish of the dragon king because the prince and princess grew up together and were fond of each other. To the dragon king, it was a natural thing to strengthen the bond with their human neighbors.

The human king on the other side reacted badly because he already promised his daughter to a young dwarven king in exchange for a trading contract.

After receiving no reaction from the human king, the dragon king called for the council to sort this issue out, but the council didn't react to his call.

When the day of the wedding of the human princess and the dwarven king came to be, the dwarven king marched with his men through the dragon king's territory without further notice to reach his soon-to-be wife.

The dragon king saw this as a hostile action and deemed the dwarf and the human were allied against him, so he attacked the dwarven king and later the human king.

After this, the council broke apart and split into two sides, fighting teeth and bone against the other, which ultimately would mean the downfall of the dragon kings and queens of the old. No dragon survived this war that raged over the whole continent. So today, only their remains in the ground tell the story of times when dragons roamed the earth and the remaining kings descendants still fight till this day for the lost kingdoms to be theirs.

Well, that is the story of how Emersyn knows it, how every human, dwarf, and elf learns it who was born after the war. But Arkin and Asterlayna will be the proof dragons still exist and have a different story to tell about all this, since they got told to slumber back when all this happened.

#writblr #writing #pheita answers #the dragon's warrior

[ariel-seagull-wings]

SNOWWHITE

(From European Folk and Fairy Tales 

By Joseph Jacobs, 1916)

The version that reduced the seven dwarfs to three

@softlytowardthesun​ @themousefromfantasyland​ @princesssarisa​ 

There was once a queen who had no children, and it grieved her sorely. One winter's afternoon she was sitting by the window sewing when she pricked her finger, and three drops of blood fell on the snow. Then she thought to herself:

"Ah, what would I give to have a daughter with skin as white as snow and cheeks as red as blood.”

After a while a little daughter came to her with skin as white as snow and cheeks as red as blood. So they called her Snowwhite.

But before Snowwhite had grown up, her mother, the Queen, died and her father married again, a most beautiful princess who was very vain of her beauty and jealous of all women who might be thought as beautiful as she was. And every morning she used to stand before her mirror and say:

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

And the mirror always used to reply:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, The greatest beauty is thine own."

But Snowwhite grew fairer and fairer every year, till at last one day when the Queen in the morning spoke to her mirror and said:

“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

The mirror replied:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, Snowwhite's the fairest thou must own."

Then the Queen grew terribly jealous of Snowwhite and thought and thought how she could get rid of her, till at last she went to a hunter and engaged him for a large sum of money to take Snowwhite out into the forest and there kill her and bring back her heart.

But when the hunter had taken Snowwhite out into the forest and thought to kill her, she was so beautiful that his heart failed him, and he let her go, telling her she must not, for his sake and for her own, return to the King's palace. Then he killed a deer and took back the heart to the Queen, telling her that it was the heart of Snowwhite.

Snowwhite wandered on and on till she got through the forest and came to a mountain hut and knocked at the door, but she got no reply. She was so tired that she lifted up the latch and walked in, and there she saw three little beds and three little chairs and three little cupboards all ready for use. And she went up to the first bed and lay down upon it, but it was so hard that she couldn't rest; and then she went up to the second bed and lay down upon that, but that was so soft that she got too hot and couldn't go to sleep. So she tried the third bed, but that was neither too hard nor too soft, but suited her exactly; and she fell asleep there.

In the evening the owners of the hut, who were three little dwarfs who earned their living by digging coal in the hills, came back to their home. And when they came in, after they had washed themselves, they went to their beds, and the first of them said:

"Somebody has been sleeping in my bed!"

And then the second one said:

"And somebody's been sleeping in my bed!"

And the third one called out in a shrill voice, for he was so excited:

"Somebody is sleeping in my bed, just look how beautiful she is!"

So they waited till she woke up, and asked her how she had come there, and she told them all that the hunter had said to her about the Queen wanting to slay her.

Then the dwarfs asked her if she would be willing to stop with them and keep house for them; and she said that she would be delighted.

Next morning the Queen went up as usual to her mirror, and called out :

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

And the mirror answered as usual:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, Snowwhite's the fairest thou must own."

And the Queen knew that Snowwhite had not been slain. So she sent for the hunter and made him confess that he had let Snowwhite go; and she made him search about beyond the forest, till at last he brought back word to her that Snowwhite was dwelling in a little hut on the hill with some coal-miners.

Then the Queen dressed herself up like an old woman, and, taking a poisoned comb with her, went back the next day to the hut where Snowwhite was living. Now the dwarfs had warned her not to open the door to anybody lest evil might befall her; and she found it very lonesome keeping always within doors.

When the Queen, disguised as an old woman, came to the door of the house she knocked upon it with her stick, but Snowwhite called out from within:

"Who is there? Go away! I must not let anybody come in."

"All right," answered the Queen. "If you can come to the window we can have a little chat there, and I can show you my wares."

So when Snowwhite came to the window the Queen said:

"Oh, what beautiful black hair; you ought to have a comb to bind it up;" and she showed her the comb that she had brought with her.

But Snowwhite said:

"I have no money and cannot afford to buy so fine a comb."

Then the Queen said:

"That is no matter; perhaps you have something golden that you can give me in exchange."

And Snowwhite thought of a golden ring that her father had given to her, and offered to give it for the comb. The Queen took it and gave Snowwhite the comb and bade her good-bye, and went back to the palace.

Snowwhite lost no time in going to the mirror, and binding up her hair and putting the comb into it. But it had scarcely been in her hair a few minutes when she fell down as if she were dead, and all the blood left her cheeks, and she was Snowwhite indeed.

When the dwarfs came home that evening they were surprised to find that the table was not spread for them, and looking about they soon found Snowwhite lying upon the ground as if she were dead. But one of them listened to her heart and said: "She lives! She lives!"

And they began to consider what caused Snowwhite to fall into such a swoon. They soon found the comb, and when they took it out Snowwhite soon opened her eyes and became as lively as she ever was before.

Next morning the Queen went to the mirror on the wall and said to it:

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

Then the mirror said as before:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, Snowwhite's the fairest thou must own."

Then the Queen knew that something had happened to the comb and that Snowwhite was still alive. So she dressed herself once more as an old woman and took with her a poisoned ribbon and went to the hut of the three dwarfs. And when she got there she knocked at the door, but Snowwhite called out:

"You cannot enter; I must not open the door."

Then, as before, the Queen called out in reply:

"Then come to the window, and you can see my wares."

When Snowwhite came to the window the Queen said:

"You are looking more beautiful than ever, but how unbecomingly you arrange your hair. Did you use that comb I gave you yesterday?"

"Yes, indeed," said Snowwhite, "and I fell into a swoon because of it; I am afraid there is something the matter with it."

"No, no, that cannot be," said the Queen; "there must be some mistake. But if you cannot use the comb I will let you have this pretty ribbon instead," and she held out the poisoned ribbon. Snowwhite took it, and after the old woman, as she thought she was, had gone away, Snowwhite went to the mirror and tied up her hair with the piece of ribbon. But scarcely had she done so when she fell to the ground lifeless and lay there as if she were dead.

That evening the dwarfs came home and found Snowwhite lying on the ground as if dead, but soon discovered the poisoned ribbon and untied it; and almost as soon as this was done Snowwhite revived again.

Next morning the Queen went once more to the mirror on the wall, and called out:

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

To which the mirror replied, without any change:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, Snowwhite's the fairest thou must own."

And the Queen recognized that once again her plans had failed, and Snowwhite was still alive. So she dressed herself once more and took with her a poisoned apple, which was so arranged that only one half of it was poisoned and the rest of it was left as before. And when the Queen got to the hut of the dwarfs she tried to open the door, but Snowwhite called out:

"You can't come in!"

"Then I'll come to the window," said the Queen.

"Ah, you are the old lady that came twice before; you have not brought me good luck, each time something has befallen me."

But the Queen said:

"I do not know how that can be; I only brought you something for your hair; perhaps you tied it too tight. To show you that I have no ill-will against you I have brought you this beautiful apple.”

"But my guardians," said Snowwhite, "told me that I must take nothing more from you."

"Oh, this is nothing to wear," said the Queen, "this is something to eat. To show you that there can be no harm in it I will take half of it myself and you shall eat the other half."

So she cut the apple in two and gave the poisoned half to Snowwhite. And the moment she had swallowed the first bite of it she fell down dead. Then the Queen slunk away and went back to the palace and went at once to her chamber and addressed the mirror on the wall:

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

And this time the mirror answered, as it used to do:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, The greatest beauty is thine own."

Then the Queen knew that Snowwhite was dead at last, and that she was without a rival in beauty.

When the dwarfs came home that night they found Snowwhite lying upon the ground quite dead, and could not find out what had happened or how they could cure her. But, though she seemed dead, Snowwhite kept her beautiful white skin and seemed more like a statue than a dead person. So the dwarfs had a glass coffer made, and put Snowwhite in and locked it up. And she remained there for days and days without changing the slightest, looking oh, so beautiful under the glass case.

Now a great prince of the neighbouring country happened to be hunting near the hill of the dwarfs and called at their hut to get a glass of water. And when he came in he found nobody there but Snowwhite lying in her crystal coffer. And he fell at once in love with her and sat by her side till the dwarfs came home, and he asked them who she was. Then they told him her history, and he begged that he might carry the coffer away so that he might always have her near him. At first they would not do so. But he showed how much he loved her, so that they at last yielded, and he called for his men to carry the coffer home to his palace.

And when the men commenced carrying the coffer down the mountain they jolted it so much that the piece of poisoned apple in Snowwhite's throat fell out, and she revived and opened her eyes and looked upon the Prince who was riding by her side. Then he ordered the coffer to be opened, and told her all that had happened. And he took her home to his castle and married her.

After this happened the Queen once more came to her room and spoke to the mirror on the wall and said:

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"

And the mirror this time said again:

"Queen, Queen, on thy throne, Snowwhite's the fairest thou must own."

And the Queen was so enraged because she had not destroyed Snowwhite that she rushed to the window and threw herself out of it and died on the spot.

*Images by John D. Batten

#snow white #fantasy #fairy tales #folklore #literature #illustrations #john d batten #joseph jacobs