#lightfulls

[streets-in-paradise]

Courage

Relationships: (Platonical) Eowyn x (Fem)Gondorian!Reader / Eowyn x Aragorn (crush talking)/ Pippin x (Fem)Gondorian Reader

Warnings: Use of she/her pronoums

Summary: As a prelude to the celebrations on the victory over Saruman, the ladies of Rohan and Gondor participate in a simple encounter that seils their friendship validating each other's feelings in dark and lightfull topics concerning their hearts.

Note: For my dear friend @beautifultypewriter, inspired in her Gondor Girl concept. ( If you happen to like this one, I will keep working on releasing one more going full into the idea I brainstormed to you in dms)

Even after witnessing his demise, the voice of Saruman kept haunting her mind for a while during the trip back to Edoras. Despite being warned about it, she had certainly not behaved properly when facing the evil wizard responsible for the orc attack that caused the death of her brother followed by the kidnap of the hobbits. For once, she was the one doing exactly what Gandalf told her not to do and paid the price.

As a result of her angered search for a confrontation, she made herself another target of the prideful scolding. Saruman shifted guilt with skillful rhetoric, saying it was her who failed Boromir and let him die. The charm of his voice got her heart stricken with guilt. Although he didn’t waste much time on her, his insults were precise. He called her a wild beast that in nothing resembled the grace of a gondorian lady, a standing proof of the inexorable degradation in the lineage of Numenor that the ruling of Aragorn would not fix. In his conclusion, he didn’t forget to mention that Denethor would have rather been freed of a daughter than robbed of his eldest son. 

From all those claims, he presented at least one truth. 

The reminder of her father’s indifference was the last thing she needed at that precise moment. After acquiring a modest glory in the battlefield for the first time in her young life, being forced to think of Denethor was like having the victory being taken away. Her wins were twisted into flaws, making her feel once more relegated to the obscure spot he reserved for her back home. 

Only the sweet voice of Pippin bringing her back from the self absorption as they were riding away from Isengard managed to counteract the perverse effect. Given the rushed nature of their reencounter, he accepted no one else to take him merely because he wanted more time with her. The excited ramblings from her beloved hobbit about the escape from the orcs, his adventures in Fangorn, and his involvement on the attack plan of the Ents were enough to ease her heart.

On his part, Merry didn’t hesitate on reclaiming his share of the honors while hearing the tales from close, but he also understood that his cousin was trying to impress his lady. In return, Gimli told them in a prideful tease about the bewilderment that a certain gondorian shieldmaiden had caused among the Rohirrim through her courageous acts fighting alongside him, Legolas and Aragorn in the front line at Helm’s Deep. His comments made Pippin’s impulse to present himself in an heroic light increase with his admiration of her. 

It was simply lovely and she didn’t doubt in filling him with praise until he became a blushing mess hiding behind her. At the same time, he had accidentally reminded her of how proud Boromir would have been if he could have seen them together again after performing such great actions and that thought casted the sadness away. Time for celebrations was approaching and that brought a different, simpler reminder to her calmer mind. 

Until then, the people of Theoden had only met one side of her. Precisely the one she had forbidden at home, since they knew her as the warrior maiden of the Fellowship initially playing wolf on sheep’s clothing for Wormtongue only to reveal herself moments later. Since that fight the situation allowed her to never get back in disguise. The refined lady of Gondor once seen in Rivendell never stepped Rohan, but she thought it would be fun if she would make a comeback for the party. 

Let no one say ever again that she had no glimpses of the grace legends attributed to her bloodline.  

Presented with all the comforts that Eowyn could share with her, the transformation became an easy and midly fun previous step. It gave them time to have a good long talk together while taking part on a lady-like activity that wouldn't raise any concerns. The niece of Theoden had her own personal interest guiding a sudden want to perform feminity, one her friend knew that she wouldn't comment with anyone else. Revisiting her wardrove in the calm of her bedroom while talking of the latest events she didn't got to witness was a good start for both. For instance, she was a witness watching for her and willing to share details that her relatives didn't bother on comment to her before.

" He died doing what he loved, ... backstabbing his master. " The gondorian joked into her telling of Wormtongue's death. " Your uncle, infinitely kind hearted as he is, was still offering him a second chance. I think that worm realized he had made a strong bet on the wrong horse, but Legolas gave him no span to show the king any regrets. An arrow to his chest, quite ironical way to die considering what he did. "

Eowyn gave her a half smile, unsure of how to feel besides from a deep relief.

" His black heart craved only power, control over me."

The girl knew exactly what she meant. Her meticulous work hidding the most controversial aspects of herself from her father's sight weren't enough to keep her fame completely clean. Rumours had spread subtly, and to many men craving control those have came out as attractive. If the only daugther of the Steward was wild as the forest, every single one of them believed themselves to be the one that could tame her.

" You are free of him." She sweetly concluded, holding her hand and abandoning her sight from the beautifull garments to focus completely on her. " And we can still hate him in secret, if you wish. I have encountered my own amount of despicable noblemen in Gondor, but none of them has yet sold to the dark power hoping to receive me as spoil of war from the looting of his own countrymen. You resisted with courage, one of the kind that many soldiers in the battlefield won't understand. I do, and admire you for it. "

It was the most heartfelt compliment Eowyn had received in a good while and it was hard to explain why a surprising happiness invaded her.

" You, my friend? After obtaining glory for both of us? "

The gondorian was eyeing the blue fabric of a cute dress she was considering to choose.

A reminder of the sea, of her mother.

" Would you believe me if I tell you that your domestic feat remains more impressive to me than all my killings at Helm's Deep?" She suddenly confessed. " Being alone in Minas Tirith with Denethor would be a nightmare on itself. To that add one of my brothers dead and the other one exiled, while also having to flee from the advances of a repulsive man seeking to submit me through resignation. Inviting me everyday to accept him as some inevitable fate, remiding me I'm alone in the world ... I don't think I would have endured it as well as you did, always keeping your royal dignity."

Eowyn had sat on the bed and, dress in hand, her friend followed.

" If you think I'm strong, please look at yourself, because your strenght inspired me that night."

" In some twisted way that escapes all forseen ends, justice was served. " Was her simple reply. " Your brother and my cousin are avenged."

The garment was carefully placed at their side as the guest rushed to hug her.

" Vengeance is not over, because you are going to look gorgeous for your crush and have fun. " She mischievously whispered. " Haven't you think about it? The hatred on Grima's eyes as he was leaving Meduseld was too focused on Aragorn, and now I think I see why ... "

The rohirrim lady looked up in shamefull surprise.

" No, you don't! " She attempted to defend herself in a playfull tone, breaking the contact. " That's not true, and I don't know how it occured to you, but ..."

" But Arwen is leaving with her kind, as far as I know, so I don't see an issue." The gondorian encouraged her. " I got to meet her in Rivendell, and I meet her father ... If I had one as wonderfull as Elrond, I would too seek to follow him. Besides, you are my best friend and Aragorn has become like a brother to me. if a mortal woman shall eventually come to cure his sadness, I would rather her be you. "

Her eyes were shinning with hope, but not only to the kind voice inspiring her yet a third kind of courage to face her growing feelings for the Ranger.

Loneliness fading, like ice slowly melting, to the certainty of knowing she had found a friend. Another presumably lonely young woman, at least in terms of companionship that could be found of other women, who had so quickly shifted such strong affection towards her.

" As my beloved friend that you are, I beg you not to feed my dreams so soon."

" Allow yourself to dream for a while, you deserve it" The foreign girl insisted. " If things don't work as we expected, we will deal with that later ... Together. "

She liked the sound of the last sentence, but kept her objections.

" How? Do you know the cure for a broken heart? "

" Let that brave heart of yours to take the risk, not only by the blade its strenght can be measured. " The gondorian concluded, then kissed her forehead. " If turns out my brother of the sword is not the one, I still have one more blood brother to introduce you to. And if you don't like that one, I'm pretty sure Merry has no hobbit lass waiting for him at the Shire. "

Her positivity and will to comfort her ended up getting a few chuckles out of her. Not exactly because of the jokes, but due to the happyness she found in her insistent support.

" I believe your love for the halflings is starting to put Gandalf's to shame."

The called out lady smiled, clearly on remembrance of her own infatuation.

" One stay in Rivendel and days of travel on our quest was all it took for Peregrin Took to win me over, and he wasn't even trying. " She began to tell. " There are some men of Gondor that think not much different from the says of Saruman about me: a wild beast, only to them I'm a fair one ... And all wildeness is up to be conquered and rulled, owned to make use of. They approach me like a mare in need of taming, thinking they will perform the miracle of my submission. Do you understand now how could I have fallen for one of hobbits that released the forest? "

She could have continued, but no more words were needed to make her understand the core of her reasoning on her feelings.

" Wouldn't you prefer the green one?" Eowyn pointed out, regarding the dress choice. " In homeage to Fangorn, and your love."

[mearyvet]

I'd really like to talk about this Hazbin Hotel fan song made by PARANOID DJ

The more I listen to this, the more pain and dark I feel. This song tone is so different from, for example, Angel's ones. When I listen to Spider's thiemes, I always, just a lil, have feeling that he sings his soul out to someone else to watch. Idk how to explain it more properly..shamely. I just can't convince myself otherwise.

Husk, on the other hand, has ...real darkness, hopelessness, rage inside .

God, I... I really'd wanna have something like this in actual show. It brings nerves & pain the same as "Poison". Just..different shades of that darkness.

If I didn't know better, I could say, I actually believed in his words ... about "nothin' left to be redeemed" ...😓

Huge props to team behind !!!

......

No, actually, my brain ain't done yet.

I honestly doubt this lyrics would fit the same way, if it was Kith David (hope I wrote name correctly) who 'd sang it. His voice incredible & majesticly unique, but it brings more... lightfull tense, more positive vibe (like in "Looser, Baby") imo.

But, ykw, I don't really have big problems dealin' with v. a. recast.

I perceive the characters from the pilot and the series as somehow... separate.

This applies to everyone, but now, after this song, Husk somehow especially stood out. I simply didn’t see THAT deep, impenetrable darckness of indifference in his serial self.

HIGHLY RECOMMEND YA TO TAKE A SHOT OF THIS

And maaaany mooore cool fan songs of official YouTube channel

[rosedragonblast]

Voidtober, Part 4

Theme: Empress.

Characters: Corvo, Emily, Anton Sokolov, background characters.

Emily feels that she is as ready as she can possibly be. After he mothers death so many things trigger, so much happen, that she completely forgets about the main purpose of saving her. Main reason why her father even put himself through all this.

She is an heir to the throne. A lightfull empress of the Isles. Bearer of the crown. She had a duty to her subjects simply because of the place and family she was born into.

Emily braces herself as she puts on her last ring, wiggling it into place.

— You seem nervous, your majesty,

— I am, mister Anton. What if i will not live to their expectations? What kind of an empress will i be? A good, a bad one? How can i be sure?

— That's the interesting part in all of his, princess, — Anton goes closer and puts another ring on Emily's finger. It seems different from all others. — It's good to be curious about the future. It's always intriguing to live, to find out what will happen in the next few months, years, decades even.

Emily looks at Anton, with a bit more of a relaxed look.

— You're right. What about the ring tho?

— I made a speical lock to the treasure chamber for you and lord Corvo. You can now access it with this key, putting it inside and turning it ninety degrees. It'll help keep all the thieves away from your prised possessions. There is no other way in.

— You always manage to surprise me, mister Anton.

— That's very kind of you to say, your majesty. Now, you shoud go. Coronation shall start soon. Lord Corvo probably awaits you near the throne.

Emily takes a last look at herself in the mirror before finally going through the long corridor. She sees two guards on the opposite end, waiting for her. They open the doors as soon as she steps closer. She hears the croud, until Emily steps into the light behind the throne. Viewers go silent, as she approaches the fancy chair, standing next to it. She looks up at Corvo and smiles. She smiles back, turning to her subjects.

— Royal ladies and gentleman, — one of the representatives of the abbey hands Emily two symbols of the royal lineage, smiling at her. — Today, we gather here for an unexpected coronation. Her majesty, lady Jessamine, did not serve our realm for long. But lets hope, that with her guidance from the other side, and the help of the parliament, together with her royal lord protector, our new empress shall learn and rule over us with wisdom and grace.

He turns to the side, excepting the crown from a red pillow that his assistant holds.

— Let us wish prosperity for the rein of the new empress, — representative of the abbey puts the crown on Emily's head, stepping back and bowing. — All hail her imperial majesty, Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin, the first of her name!

Emily turns to the audience, putting down the two symbols and crossing her hands near her waist. Lords and ladies bow as well. Emily feels the weight of the crown. But it is probably nothing compared to the weight of responsibly for her subjects, that she excepts with dignity and proudly raised head.

[scarecrowspawn]

Every time I talk to you I just imagine you perpetually like this:

>:^

Or like this

ò >ó

-D. Lightfull

@dr-dlightfull

……….. I don’t get it. Is this a compliment? A mockery? Oh that’s supposed to be the beak of my mask. Very clever.

Al says I should try to accept the strange things people say to me so. Thanks?

[deep0154]

VIRTUE FIGHTER 5 JACKY VS AOI MOST LIGHTFULL FIGHT || 1080 P 60 FPS HD...

[libidomechanica]

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[apoliag]

Crime is everywhere stay lightfull and be yourself wonderful color full, stay inside when it's colors sky is Dark. But never go out in the Dark

But never do something for got indelined Darkness

But heavy is to say dangerously is not dependent color of

Damaged brighten colors.

[bringwar]

𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋  𝐈𝐒  𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘  ,  chaos  looms  on  the  outskirts  of  the  property  ---    his  property  .  life’s  work  threatening  to  be  torn  down  to  ruins  and  for  what  ?  the  greed  of  another  man  as  if  nikolas  petran’s  OWN  GREED  was  something  to  laugh  at  ?  the  sounds  of  soldiers  loyal  to  his  cause  rushing  through  the  halls  are  echoing  across  the  walls  ,  old  family  paintings  shaking  from  the  vibrations  .  the  clacking  sound  of  ammo  being  loaded  ,  gunshots    being  fired  just  downstairs  and  he  is  PREPPED  for  war  ,  while    he  may  be  a  figurehead  the  entire  underground  will  be  reminded  that  he  is  a  warrior  just  as  well  .  a  killer  by  his  own  design  ,  though  he  is  also  a  man  with  friends  ,  family  and  those  that    he  longs  to  protect  .

                                     he  finds  her  in  the  study  ,  arm  grabbing  upon  a  tiny  wrist  and  with  haste  he  pulls    her  as  far  from  the  chaos  as  he  can  bring  her  .

an  old  home  updated  when  it  became  his  with  plenty  of  hideaway  tunnels  ,  and  PANIC  ROOMS  a  like  .  one  is  found  ,  safely  tucked  away  in  one  of  the    guest  rooms  and  he  takes  no  argument  before  shoving  her  inside  .  ❛    stay  here  ,  i’ll  get  you  once  it’s  over ❜  a  promise  he  will  keep  (  he’s  a  man  of  his  word  )  ,  as  he  maintains  the  weapon  at  his  side  and  one  hand  braces  the  crook  of  her  jaw  to  pull  her  closer  ,  ❛    i  mean  it  ,  cam  .  do  not  come  out  until  you  see  me  or  your  brother        ❜  lips  press  warm  against  hers  ,  not  quite  a  goodbye  but  an  indefinite  i’ll  see  you  later  to  follow  before  he    backs  away  ---  shutting  the  door  between  them  .  

@lightfulls said ⚠ – a kiss before a battle

[vuotristearchive]

🌹 i am ........ unworthy ............ i lov u 2 much

MUTUALS SEND ME A “🌹” AND I’LL GIVE YOU A COMPLIMENT!

non   ...   you   are   the   worthiest   and   ilysm...   i   cannot   believe   how   many   years   we’ve   known   each   other   now,   you’re   one   of   my   closest   rp   friends   (   and   even   outside   of   that,   obv   )   and   ilysm.   you   truly   are   just   the   sweetest   person   on   this   planet   and   your   writing   is   IMMACULATE,   the   FLAVOUR   !!!   i   literally   cannot   describe   or   put   into   words   how   much   i   love   your   ideas   and   how   you   make   your   characters   come   to   life.   laura   ,,   cam   ,,   rey   ...   my   goodness   i   am   a   slave   for   all   of   them   and   u   KNOW   IT   :)   not   that   i’m   complaining,   ofc   hehe   but   yes   ...   the   writing   ...   the   formatting   ...   everything   about   rp’ing   with   u   is   such   an   experience   and   i   will   never   be   happier   shipping   with   someone   than   i   do   with   u   :’ )   we   truly   complete   one   another   and   u   always   write   the   female   counterparts   to   my   bois   so   BEAUTIFULLY   and   i   would   not   have   it   any   other   way   UR   MY   WIFE   FOR   EVER   and   i   don’t   want   anyone   else   eva ♡♡♡

[jcyfulmess]

“ your touch does not need to be soft. i will not break. ” ( denver + stockholm )

        Why the fuck did she hate him so much lately ? Weren’t they on their best for two fucking years and all of a sudden, she was yelling at him ? Why did she lie to him ? Why did she backstab him for that pig ? He was Cincinnati’s father, not Arturo ! He was the one who raised him since he was born, he was there when he opened his eyes and brought a new beginning to his life de mierda. And Monica… she was his everything, his world… sure Tokyo was buena y muy caliente, but she wasn’t his wife. All he wanted was to drive Monica for the rest of his life, even though it was in a more ordinary car, because who cared as long as it was forever ? 

Denver licked his bottom lip as he followed just behind her, making sure she would not fall or break her ankle, who knew, whatever… he was trying to make amends, but at the same time everything was confusing him : the hold up, her revelations and new decisions, rio and tokyo, and what if he didn’t make it alive this time ?     “ Fine, okay.. ”   he apologized, well not really, slightly irritated that she didn’t soften herself. Denver was hurt and there was no way for him to hide the pain anymore.       “ Ya really think I ain’t Cincinnati’s padre ? ”

memes. @lightfulls 

[prcsopa]

❛    𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍’  𝐘𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  ❜  a  saunter  forward  ,  sunglasses  poised  at  the  top  of  his  head  ,  his  head  aching  from  a  line  done  just  moments  before  and  he  can  feel  it  edge  through  to  his  brain  ---  feel  the  powder  burning  .  hands  calloused  grab  her  by  the  shoulders  ,  a  tightening  near  CATASTROPHIC  hold  and  he’s  not  gentle  in  the  way  he  pushes  her  into  the  wall  ---    no  .  he’s  as  dangerous  as  he  wants  to  be  ,  elusive  maybe  ,  a  BRUTE  ,  and  he  holds  her  there  ,  nose  to  nose  with  that  dangerous  look  in  his  eyes  that  only  seems  to  grow  stronger  with  every  counted  breath  .  ❛    you  almost  got  me  FUCKIN’  SHOT  out  there  ,  y’here  me  ?  almost  got  yourself  shot  too  ---  you  think  we’re  gonna  do  what  ,  exactly  ?  save  your  ass  every  time  ?    ❜  but  something  lingers  there  ,  perhaps  it’s  in  the  scent  of  liquor  between  them  (  hers  or  his  he  can’t  know  for  sure  )  or  the  adrenaline  pumping  through  his  veins  but  his  lips  ---  the  demand  reassurance  she  won’t  do  something  so  goddamn  stupid  again  as  they  push  against  hers  ,  matching  in  a  deep  THIRSTY  kiss  .  

@lightfulls​ said  😅 – an angry or hateful kiss

[yogadaily]

(via Yoga + Fitness   || Curated with love by yogadaily) 

[downyourspine7]

Base sous-marine, exposition sur l’eau et ses aspects, décembre 2018. 

“Aucun nuage ne voile la satisfaction de la femme assoupie par un après-midi d’été.”                                                  De Yukio Mishima

[nctrnm]

NctrnmFM(nctrnm.com): "Lightfull Vision" by OkregLucky.

[radesignfashion-blog]

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[vuotristearchive]

❛ Will you dance with me? ❜ ( cam & ren )

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

     renier   looks   up   from   the   paperwork   he’s   going   through   to   gaze   up   at   camilla,   a   𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭   𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦   beginning   to   form   on   his   features   at   his   sisters   request.   he   wants   to   tell   her   that   he   has   to   finish   his   work,   but   he   doesn’t   𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝   𝚝𝚘,   not   when   she’d   asked   him   something   so   𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞   to   begin   with.   this   is   the   power   his   little   sister   held   over   him,   𝙨𝙤   𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩   𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚   𝙝𝙚𝙧   𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜   𝙨𝙤   𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡.

     he   pushes   his   chair   back   from   the   table   and   moves   towards   her,   taking   her   hand   and   pulling   her   close,   cheek   resting   against   the   𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴   of   her   hair.   renier   sways   them   back   and   fourth   around   their   kitchen,   the   tv   left   on   in   the   living   room   playing   some   𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖   𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎   he   can’t   make   out.   there’s   the   𝐡𝐮��   from   the   refridgerator   and   the   slow   breath   of   camilla   beside   him,   𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴   outside   their   open   window   playing   another   song   entirely.   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎   𝚒𝚜   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝,   and   he   pulls   away   briefly   to   lift   his   arm   -   twirling   her   around   with   a   single   hand.

     “i   don’t   like   this   song,”   he   grins   in   her   ear,   glancing   towards   the   living   room   where   the   light   of   the   tv   can   be   seen,   but   he   still   can’t   make   out   what   exacly   is   playing.

     “did   you   pick   it?   𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐮𝐥   𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞,”   renier   jokes,   chuckling   quietly   to   himself   at   his   own   attempt   at   humour.   he’s   reminded   briefly   of   the   night   they’d   spent   𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜   𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙   𝙩𝙝𝙚   𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣   and   eating   everything   out   of   the   pantry   before   he’d   left   for   university,   and   how   she’d   𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍   when   he   held   her   because   𝘴𝘩𝘦   𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵   𝘩𝘪𝘮   𝘵𝘰   𝘨𝘰.

     he   squeezes   her   then,   burying   his   nose   into   her   hair   as   his   arms   wrap   around   her   smaller   frame.   camilla   may   be   taller   than   most,   but   to   him   she’s   still   his   𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲   𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞   𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫,   smaller   than   anyone   he   knows.   𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎   𝚊𝚜   𝚊   𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛.

     “𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞   𝐲𝐨𝐮,”   he   murmurs.