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[columbadolorosa]

[xoangel333]

breaking news: girl found hypnotized after watching an edit of her celebrity crush

[khazdmazerb]

It’s been a while some here’s some more dwobbit Frodo

Headcanons/my canon with this version of Frodo

-Frodo loves the rookery and spends a lot of time up there, sharing Bilbos biscuits with his feathered friends

-Thorin makes Frodo a sword with a mithril core called Khazinul, or the silent fang. Light enough for his half Hobbit son to wield with terrifying speed and in near total silence.

-Frodo is never likely to become king unless it is for a very short time towards the end of his life, he will likely step out of succession all together unless something happens to both Fili and Kili. And as such Kili trains him to be Filis other guard and the pair of dark haired Durin men look like slinking shadows behind the future golden king of Erebor and so they are given the name ‘Dûmkhaz’ or ‘twin shadows’

-it wasn’t long after Erebor was reclaimed that Frodo came into the world and Thorin couldn’t justify dressing his son up too much while his people were still finding their footing so he got a lot of very over sized hand me downs, the only new items he got where knitted by Ori

[badwitch-if]

OG DEMO + AU DEMO

**a note about the demo that won the vote**

Magic is all too real and witches reign supreme.

This is a story of excess & indulgence. Luxury & depravity. Lust & love. Horror & debauchery. 

But mostly it's a story of rediscovering your inner witch. 

Bad Witch is set in a matriarchal, gothic universe eerily similar to our own, where magic runs the world. And at its core, it is a love letter to the incredibly strong and vibrant friendships that we forge in our youth, and how they ultimately shape the people we become.

Witxhes dominate the upper echelons of society, and magic has seeped into every facet of day-to-day life, for witches and humans alike. Humans were relegated to a lower class of living and as witches tend to be quite opulent & over indulgent [and more often than not revelling in their own personal vices], the bougie Season of the Witch began. Witching Society flourished and quickly overtook over the world, trickling down to influence even those without magic.

SO WILL YOU BE A BAD WITCH, OR A GOOD WITCH?

You were born to one of the most ancient and thus, important witching families; the only child of a famous mother and an even more infamous grandmother. Your ancestors were among the very first witches to lead the revolution, desperate to create a world where their children would never again die by human hands.

Your childhood was rather lonely and spent under the tutelage of the worlds best witches and academics, whilst your mother did her best to ignore your existence whenever it didn’t directly benefit her. And so years later you would often joke that your life really began once you were accepted into Ariadne Academy, the premiere school for exceptionally gifted Witxhes.

You were placed in a coven with eight of your peers; girls and boys who would quickly become your family, until it was almost like you couldn’t remember a time before them. They shared your all-consuming hunger for magic and knowledge and experiences, traits that made your coven [nicknamed the Silverlakers] an unstoppable force within the Demonhall arena. Everything was going so perfectly until it suddenly burned down around you, leaving your coven a husk of its former self.

Aaand this is currently where the stories splinter off.

OG DEMO — In the OG demo, your coven is still somewhat intact. MC’s feelings towards them may or may not have changed, but on the whole, the Silverlakers are still functioning as the overachieving badasses they were at the academy. They’re still your best friends, your soulmates, your lovers. You love them and they most definitely love you — it’s just one big lovefest. 

As a master alchemist you tediously work through trials of your newest potion while still coasting off the success of your last serum, the wildly popular Moon Juice. The story focuses on the unnaturally strong bond that exists between the remaining Silverlakers, and the powerful magic you’ve wrought because of that. The incredibly deep but complicated friendships that you built are maintained to this day, and still just as co-dependent... or have they been making you feel stifled or claustrophobic? 

You can choose how your relationship with Ash progressed post-breakup. Was it messy and dramatic, or did you keep going back to them, again and again? Have you and Ori been just the bestest friends all this time, or have things gotten a bit awkward?

AU DEMO — In the AU demo, your coven was broken following the loss of one of your own. You all went your own ways and everything that you shared was left by the wayside. You’ve spent the better part of a decade running away from your Silver Lake family, the only real home you ever knew. But now, against all of your better judgements, your returning to York. Only for a few days, of course. A couple weeks, tops. 

You haven’t returned since you absconded after graduation, when you used a somewhat controversial but entirely contrived excuse for your disappearance. And as if The Fates themselves had seen to it, you once again find yourself thrown together with the other witches formerly known as Silverlakers. Their reactions to your return are not at all what you had expected, and you’re left second-guessing what actually happened all those years ago.

No matter how deep of a rift was left between your coven, Ori was the one who really refused to give up on you. In their very unique way, they practically strong-armed you into maintaining some kind of contact. Of all your former covenmates, you are hands down closest to Ori. Your breakup with Ash, no matter how it was done, was shocking and cut deep. You can choose whether to stand by your past actions or try to make amends with your first love. 

Both the OG & AU stories will feature opportunities to reconnect with: the former childhood friend turned academy rival; as well as the young professor from your university years. And despite their shorter and more mysterious descriptions, they are both main RO’s, along with Ash & Ori.

Will you try to repair the broken connections plaguing your coven, or forge a brand new path? Will you decide to confront the nightmares of your past face on in the Demonhall arena, or continue to ignore the literal demons that chase you?

TW/CW: violent & horrific imagery; explicit language; explicit sex scenes (with options to fade to black); misandry (within context of the story); mentions of blood/gore; child abuse (past tense against MC); very questionable magic usage; frequent scenes where NPCs are intoxicated, under the spell of drugs or magic, as well as just as many options for MC to imbibe; elder abuse; voluntary magical torture

~ Fully customisable character — you can currently play as a woman, man, or non-binary person; straight, gay, or bisexual. Customise your character's personality, style and how they reacted in major moments of their life leading up to present events,

~ Choose how to react to your current coven dynamics — fight to save your soulmates & strengthen your long-established bonds, or play around on greener pastures with other witches

~Experience the Witch's Journey through the Major Arcana – but will your MC make it to the final tarot reading?

~ Meet your familiar and decide which form it takes, with your familiar's animal impacting the story

~ Set up a cozy, witchy corner to call your own! A few options include a reclaimed lighthouse, luxurious penthouse in the sky, and a secluded cabin in the woods

~ Continue to cross sexual conquests off your list of Lovers to Bed, or get serious and pursue a more serious connection. There are currently 4.5 love interests [all gender variable] as well as an optional poly route. I'm also considering bringing back a character who was cut from the OG story... TBD!

~ Decide what happened to MC's relationship with Ash, in the years since graduation. Have they drifted apart while leading separate lives, or have they been on-and-off for the better part of a decade?

~ Get answers & closure by chasing down ghosts from your past. Give yourself over to the demons in your past, or fight to find a balance between your life and the monsters at the gate.

~ Explore the ever-changing hellscapes of Demonhall and confront your demons, or keep those traumatic memories in the past where they belong

~ But above all else, choose which path your character takes going forward. Chase your dreams and loves, or turn your back, light it up & watch the world burn around you.

During your time at Ariadne Academy, rumours swirled nonstop about your coven.

You got along too well.

You loved each other too hard.

Some people said you were a bunch of weirdos, while others whispered [a little too loudly] that all of your parents had conspired together, bribing the Witches Council to put you all together in one coven. But back then you couldn't give a shit about anyone or anything outside your Silver Lake home.

You found your first love within your coven, as well as seven other soulmates. And for a long time, that was all you needed.

☆ Elijah Akos {m}

☆ Suki Aoki {f}

♡ Aisling Casablanca {f} // Asher Casablanca {m}

♡ Oriana Helyr {f} // Orion Helyr {m}

☆ Belladonna Humphrey {f}

☆ Endora Stills {f}

☆ Hazel Trout {f} — Deceased

☆ Bren Wylder {nb}

The grandiose and horrifying Demonhall is a favourite pastime for Witches young and old. Two opposing covens enter the arena (or as it's lovingly called by fans, the Demon Dome) and are sealed inside. Usually a timer is set for 6 hours, but some exhibition games run a 'last Witch standing' simulator, that can go on for days. 

At the core of every Demonhall arena lies it's true power, a demonstone. The crystalized heart of a demon powers and creates unique and dangerous environments for covens to progress through. Whether it's a futuristic, neon playground; the dilapidated ruins of Titans; or a much too lifelike version of the floor is lava, each unique setting has been randomly and lovingly crafted by the demonstone. 

Just as each demon is unique and come with their specific set of baggage challenges, so do their corresponding arenas. Some are more manipulative in luring you into their traps, while others don't waste time in throwing everything they've got at you.

The object of the game, quite simply, is to challenge & toss opposing witches out of the match, using whatever spells & curses, or hexes & charms you keep in your arsenal. All while avoiding the real terror of the Demonhall, the demon itself.

For over a decade, your life revolved around Demonhall. You were the Lead for your coven, meaning you often bore the brunt of whatever the demonstone was hurtling at you. Your Silver Lake coven dominated the amateur Demonhall circuit for the better part of a decade. You and your covemates were elevated to a level of celebrity that few others at Ariadne Academy could relate to, as you were splashed across dozens of magazine covers before you were 18.

You planned your life around your obsession and love of the game, and as your graduation approached, you fielded dozens of offers to play for top-tier professional teams. But then... the unexpected happened during a match and you lost a member of your coven.

☆The First Love☆ ...& Ash's playlist

Aisling Casablanca {f} // Asher Casablanca {m}, 31

Ash was your first love. You dated for several years during your time at Ariadne Academy. You grew up together in your Silver Lake cottage and soon after you met, you found it hard to deny your teenage crush. 

You bonded over a mutual (rather mad) obsession with Demonhall, and it didn't take long for that bond to translate onto the arena. The Silver Lake Demonhall coven dominated the competition, thanks in large part to the connection you shared with Ash.

You made plans together to follow your passions after graduation, and even courted the interest of several top-tier professional clubs. They wanted you both, and were willing to restructure their teams around you & Ash.

But life happened, and you surprised everyone when you suddenly broke things off with Ash and the Demonhall teams. Instead you followed a secondary love and traveled across the world in pursuit of cryptozoological mysteries. 

In the decade that you've been working out in the field, Ash has been named Demonhall MVP for three years in a row. Their legions of adoring fans have only multiplied. Is there room for you in their life nowadays, or is it truly too late?

☆The Best Friend☆ ...& Ori's playlist

Oriana Helyr {f} // Orion Helyr {m}, 30

Ori has been your longest and closest friend. No matter what your relationship was like with the rest of the coven, you could always count on Ori having your back. And sometimes being a shoulder to cry on, during the rockier parts of your relationship with Ash. In a way, it's always felt like the three of you had your own kind of connection, but at times, that could put Ori in the middle of your shit with Ash.

Ori is a highly sought after Master Architect, one of only two in the country. They’re instrumental to the buildings integrity and the future success of it’s residences. Ori often spends weeks onsite, crafting intricate enchantments around the bones of the structure, ensuring not only structural safety but doing everything in their power to position them for prosperity.

There's never been any fronts or facades with Ori, just transparent (sometimes brutal) honesty. You've never had to pretend around them and you might even be your truest self when you're with them. And then the two of you would stay up all night, talking and watching movies, and polishing off copious amounts of alcohol. In fact, many of those nights ended up serving as inspiration for your new experimental potion, a cure-all hangover draught.

In the years since the academy, Ori has tracked you down across the globe too many times to count. It always seemed like they had some magical way of knowing when your life was going to shit and they'd spontaneously turn up with boxes of wine & chocolate, immediately taking over your kitchen to cook up something utterly delicious

☆The Lifelong Rival☆ ...& Poe's playlist

Viridian ‘Poe’ Black {f/m}, 31

Poe was one of your very first friends, long before the academy. Your mothers ran in the same high society circles and so you were often left to your own devices. For Poe that usually meant running off into the woods to scout for berries and beasts, or tirelessly watching or reading up on anything to do with Demonhall. And in fact decades later, you've still never met anyone as obsessed with the game as them. Even as a kid, Poe was haughty and overtly snobby; they always knew exactly what and who they liked, and rarely strayed outside the lines.

But for some reason or another, you were someone they happily tolerated and actually seemed to like. Much to their delight their Demonhall fanaticism eventually infected you as well, and you spent countless hours debating the various forms, methods, and positions of the beautiful but deadly game. The two of you would often daydream about your future life at Ariadne Academy, and their eyes lit up with unabashed glee when they spoke of how together, you would bring about a new era of Demonhall. But then came the week before coven placements. And even after all of their extensive testing, you & Poe weren't placed together.

After that Poe very rarely spoke to you and altogether stopped responding to your many messages over the years, and just like that, the delicate friendship you once shared was snuffed out. And while they'd always been sarcastic and biting, that had rarely been directed towards you. Until you were put in competition, both academically and in the Demonhall arena, and then you were introduced to an entirely different side of Poe. The one that knew your weaknesses and just when to exploit them, who seemed to take a particular happiness from your defeat.

☆The One That Got Away☆

Julia St. James {f} // Julian St. James {m}

Jules is the youngest of nine children and grew up in Bilbao, Spain. They were generally spoiled as a child, doted on by all of their siblings, aunts and uncles. They could never want for tutors or toys or courtiers, but it was all rather tiresome.

They would later travel the continent as a young apprentice of a new philosophy, but they were never alone; always in the company of their cousins, Vix and Maz. Jules developed a deep appreciation for the fine arts and very delicious things during this time away from home.

Jules has now perfected the balancing act, living in both worlds. They work tirelessly as a professor of Theological Witchcraft but lately they've been feeling the pull to leave the classroom and get back out into the world.

☆ ... ☆

[sweet-little-tank-top-number]

Sam, Cam, and Daniel’s entire storyline in Continuum makes my heart ache, but this little shot right here just freakin executes me.

I’m a sam/jack shipper to the core and I’m of the firm belief that they’re married by the time of Continuum, they just keep things subtle when they’re at work. So, by that logic, Sam is a widow during this little scene. At this point, this split-timeline version of Sam has watched Jack be killed by Ba’al right in front of her. His last breath was telling her to save herself.

(hello, Divide and Conquer parallel)

They were at the execution of the last system lord, the Ori threat has been dealt with, the war was supposed to be over and they should have had at least a few peaceful days to look forward to before the next crisis. You can’t tell me she and Jack didn’t have a plan to take some time off and head up to the cabin.

Now she is stuck… here.

In this mockery of reality.

Everything she knows and loves is gone or never existed. She watched Jack die. Her friends (family, really) in SG-1 have been rendered non-existent or have been separated from her and sentenced to suffer the same waking nightmare. Every moment of pain and joy that has shaped her for more than a decade is simply washed away. It never happened. She can’t even seek solace in her work, since she has been barred from working in any scientific field.

Cut off from those she loves and the work that brings meaning and joy into her life, does her soul wither?

I wonder if she thinks about the little cabin by the lake in Minnesota where they were married and almost considers driving there only to remember that it belongs to the Jack of this nightmare timeline. This Jack who doesn’t know or love her. This Jack who’s Charlie is still alive… and goddamn it, Sam can’t begrudge Jack the life of his son. At least this Jack has Charlie.

Maybe she can weather the suffering of this life if it means this Jack never had to know that pain.

But then, does she go to the grocery store and buy Fruit Loops because they’re Jack’s favorite cereal? Does she get them out of habit? Or just to feel a little closer to him?

I wonder if she wakes in the night and reaches into the dark to run her hand over the empty space beside her only to remember that her Jack is dead.

I wonder if there’s a guilty relief when the other shoe drops and the attack on earth begins. At last, an end to the nightmare, one way or another.

[kittenintheden]

NYS sexy spoiler under the cut

LOOK MAN IDK this is going happen in like 2-3 chapters don't worry about it.

***

She swings her leg over to straddle him and his hands go to the robe riding up her thighs. He pushes it higher, and higher still, all the way to her hips. That’s when he spies the brown leather holster wrapped around the width of her left thigh, bisecting one of her scars. His eyes trace it, thumb pressing to the inside and trailing all the way around until he feels the two hand daggers she has hidden on the outside.

Astarion bites his lower lip and groans low in his throat. He releases it and flicks his eyes up to her face where she looks down at him with a coy smile.

His eyelids flutter. “Planning for a confrontation today, my dear?” he purrs up at her.

“Always am,” she says, settling down onto his bared erection.

He sucks his breath in through his teeth at the feel of soft, smooth fabric running along the underside of his cock. “Gods,” he breathes, pushing her robe up further until it’s bunched around her waist and he can see the lavender smallclothes beneath. “Is that silk?”

“Mmhm,” she hums, spreading her palms over his abdomen and slowly grinding back and forth along his length, maddingly.

“Hah,” he sighs. He lets his head fall back to the mat and feels the tension coil tight and warm.

Ori’s breathing goes ragged and he cracks his eyes to find her flushed and heavy-lidded, chasing her own bliss along his hard cock. It is a thrill, a high, a unique pleasure to give her this, to know the fluttering he can nearly feel in his lustful daze is his doing.

His hands grip her tighter, guiding her movement along him, and hells, if he isn’t careful, they’re both going to-

“Oh, love,” Ori gasps, her head falling forward to her chest as if it’s too heavy. “Oh, I’m going to come.”

He palms her arse hard and works her harder, pleasure rippling through his core. “Come, then,” he gasps. “Go on.”

“Are you-” she pants.

“Don’t worry about me,” he says. “Come, darling. Come for me.”

Dusty gray with a pink undertone flushes her cheeks and she shudders atop him and he can feel it, can feel her go hot and wet as she messes her lovely silk underthings against him, and it’s all he can do not to spill on his own belly right behind her. He holds himself back, panting, because he wants… oh, how he wants… warm and tight and welcoming…

She continues to grind against him even as she comes down, breathing heavily and blinking over his face, her curls falling around her ears like a halo all about her head. She licks along her bottom lip.

“You?” she manages.

He opens his mouth to speak and the words stick in his throat, the tightness in his core overwhelming him. He swallows and tries again, tangling his fingers into the band of her smallclothes at her hips and twisting them.

When he meets her eye again, he says, “Inside. I want to… come inside.”

A lazy half-smile stretches her face as she lifts a heavy hand to the holster at her thigh and flicks open the stay, drawing the dark steel dagger from its place as he whines and lets his hands fall to either side. She holds his gaze as she carefully slips the blade between skin and silk, twisting her wrist until the fabric splits apart. He bucks against her, nearly losing himself again, but holds steady as she repeats the action at the other hip, tossing the dagger to the ground and pulling the ruined cloth away until they’re skin to skin.

Astarion writhes under her, mad with lust, nearly snarling as she teases him again by running her hot, wet folds against his cock.

“I’m barely going to last as is, love, please,” he gasps, hands back on her thighs.

Ori rolls forward to catch the head of him and sits back in one fluid motion, letting him stretch and slide all the way to the hilt inside her, and he arches his chest up off the ground at the sensation.

They stay like that a moment, adjusting, and then she begins to bounce, powerful thighs rising and falling on either side of his. The building tension immediately swells and he whines again.

“Oh hells oh gods oh bleeding-” he says, holding her and helping her move.

She pants above him and takes his hand, dragging it from her hip to her lower abdomen, pressing his palm firmly just above the place where they meet, and he gasps as he feels the bulge of his cock move inside her.

“You like that, sweetheart?” she whispers, still bouncing. “You like filling me up?”

“Yes,” he pants. “Love it when you… take all of me.”

A rolling purr falls from her throat. “Then give it to me, love. Every last drop.”

Astarion’s eyes roll clear to the back of his head and his mouth opens wide as his pleasure peaks and he spills inside her, scalding and blinding and heated. His legs shake from it and when he finds his voice again, he moans out his release, continuing to lift and drop her over him, drawing it out for every receding pulse until he’s fully spent.

When they still, chests heaving from exertion and sweat dewing their skin, he swallows hard and looks to her face to find her smiling down at him.

He flops back, muscles going limp. “Oh, what?” he mumbles.

“Like being invited to come inside, do you?” she teases.

Astarion throws an arm over his face with a hiss. “Shut up.”

Even so, he presses his free hand to her abdomen again and holds it there.

[mystiffox]

i have no other place to ramble for this but i have an au i want to develop. i just havent had the time to execute it. anyway:

— maelstrom au!

Jheselbraum (right axo) had found Bill (middle) just after the "liberation" of his dimension, and sought out The Axolotl (left) to help raise the now orphaned isosceles. Bill works alongside The Axolotl while he is still a higher being working under the realm of chaos and dreams.

i do have a lot of notes so bear with me:

→ The Axolotl — Salamander

is called Otis by Bill, Ax/Axo by Jhesie.

an ageless God graced with omnipotent power and is in charge of the space-time continuum.

technically the oldest sibling/father figure.

→ Jheselbraum the Unswerving — Oracle

→ Bill Cipher — The Isosceles

this Bill doesnt feel like one that'd use his last name a lot? idk its vibes. maybe goes by "The Eye" or gets called Iso.

still a dream demon but works under Otis' careful guidance.

youngest sibling core!! (time is always finicky around here- but he's def the youngest compared to many other Bill aus)

called Jhesie by Bill, Orie by Otis.

"middle" sibling of course. will reprimand Bill if he goes too far, but indulges him every other time as well.

idk much about her atm beyond her prophetic and psychic powers. if the henchmaniacs are around, she and Bill definitely are good friends with them (with Time Baby as well).

maelstrom is a placeholder for now, bc my logic is a group of axolotls is called a maelstrom of axolotls! (its not an official term tho)

im also very, very tempted to add Steve into this. i think Bill should have a friend thats also the only other surviving shape from his dimension.

if you guys have any questions on em, ask away! i'd love to hear your thoughts, they could help me expand this au a lil more :)

[goldsnows]

👗 ⚰️ 🧱 for tara and orys! because i know so little about them

omg thank you for sending these <3 i love tara & orys both so much… this is my sign that i need to post about them more!!

👗 - what is your muse’s fashion sense like? are they able to dress the way they want to? what would they wear in an ideal world?

Tara: this is such a fun question for her because her fashion taste is actually a plot-point! once tara becomes queen (as joffrey’s consort) she starts to popularize new fashion trends at court. this is just one of many reasons why cersei HATES her lol.

here are some examples of dresses she’d wear in king’s landing… the first three being in season 1 & the bottom four being as the queen-consort.

she’d wish to incorporate more dornish influences if she could, because tara was fostered in dorne as a girl (at her mother’s request) and she has a lot of love for the fashion & culture of dorne because it’s something that connects her to her mother <3

Orys: it’s interesting because i don’t think orys rlly has a concrete style or identity. he’s very molded by the people around him. in season 1, his usual fit is just the kingsguard armor. however, later on, he does start to wear more stormlands styles again. my hc is the stormlands is very tudor style in their fashion tastes, and this is reflected in the clothes he wears when he’s not in any armor.

⚰️ - what are your muse’s greatest regrets? what would flash before their eyes when they’re on their deathbed?

Tara: her greatest regret will always be not being able to stop Ned Stark’s execution. it haunts her in more ways than one, and she feels responsible for it even if there was pretty much nothing she could do to stop joffrey from doing what he did. but that moment is a huge deal to tara and kicks off a lot of her personal growth, especially because it t makes her realize how powerless she is as the queen.

Orys: we could be here all day for him tbh. i’d say his greatest regret will always be renly’s death lol. orys is the younger brother of robert, stannis, and renly. and he pledges himself to renly’s campaign for king - knowing full well it goes against the laws of succession, but genuinely believing renly would be the best ruler. they were always super close as kids, especially because they’re vv close in age. so knowing that he failed to protect his brother legit will haunt him until the day he dies.

🧱 - how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

Tara: i’ve always seen tara as a chaotic good. she’s got good intentions when it comes to ruling, but if it takes some scheming and undermining to reach those goals then so be it. she believes mercy and fairness are virtues. she values the idea that wars are not won on the battlefield, but instead in the court of public opinion. she values politics, 100%.

Orys: he’s a true neutral, imo. because i think orys will do anything for his family - good and bad. it’s the thing he values above anything else. the idea of needing to obey your family is the central pillar of everything he does. if he has to break laws, so be it. if he had to become a murderer, so be it. he will do whatever his family asks of him - even if it leads him to certain doom. he’s loyal to a fault lol.

[bitter-sweet-farmgirl]

Loyalty, Honour, A Willing Heart (Prt. 4)

4. Erebor

Bilbo has awakened Smaug in Erebor, and they’re all waiting outside, and can hear rumblings.  Ori’s like, “we should go in after him”, or “I think he’s in trouble”, and Thorin just sighs (very anxious, reminds me of myself when I'm trying to make hard decisions really fast or am preoccupied with something else) “Just give him more time.” 

Balin turns on him because that’s a very like un-Thorin-like thing to say or do essentially.  He’s like ‘this isn’t you.’  He challenges Thorin.  “Time to do what?  Be killed?”

Thorin isn’t happy with that challenge.  “You’re afraid.”  He instantly accuses Balin, and the look on his face is absolutely brilliant.  He has this look on his face that is just wide-eyed and like he cannot believe that Balin would ask him something like that.  Which, given that Balin is his advisor, he has every right to ask him something like that.  He probably has on numerous occasions.

That moment right there is where Thorin is no longer Thorin.  That is the turning point.  That moment right there.  That is where he flips from Thorin—regular Thorin—to dragon-sickness Thorin.

He grew up watching his grandfather.  He watched Thror fall into the madness of the gold-sickness. 

And we see that in the beginning of the movie in the scene where Thror is down in the treasury counting all his coins and what not and we cut to Thorin who’s up on one of the balconies watching him, and the expression on his face.  It just absolutely kills me.  Because he looks SO SAD to see his grandfather in that sort of madness.  He is absolutely devastated that his grandfather has fallen to that.

So, when we’re actually at Erebor, and Balin has said that “Yes, I am afraid.  I fear for you.  A sickness lies upon that treasure horde.  A sickness which drove your grandfather mad.”

That brings up a situation for Thorin.  I hypothesis the reason that Thorin instantly says “you’re afraid”, is because that is what he is thinking himself.  He is wrestling with fear right in that moment, and unconsciously signals that by what he says to Balin.

Thorin has never allowed himself to be scared.  That was never an option for him.  He has always been the leader of his people, in some way or form as the crown prince and then after his grandfather and father passed, he has had to be the strong one. 

He cannot show that he is unsure or is scared.  That has never been an option for him.  Also, going along with that, he knows that his family is prone to madness like that after his grandfather and father both ended up falling to madness in different ways.

So he probably spends his entire life and even more so as he gets closer to Erebor, worrying about that same thing happening to him.  It is a self-fulfilling prophecy, because if I was in his shoes, and I was worried about that, then the closer I got to Erebor, it would consume my thoughts, and I would be thinking of, “is this me being weird, is that a sign of madness?”  I would constantly be on the watch for that, and that would drive me mad.  He worries so much about becoming his grandfather, that he actually becomes his grandfather.

His next line of dialogue proves that.  “I am not my grandfather.”  Those are words I think he has repeated to himself SO MANY TIMES over the course of his life.

Balin has spent so much time with Thorin and knows him so well, which is why he instantly clocks onto the miniscule shift in Thorin.  “You’re not yourself.  The Thorin I know would not hesitate to go in there.” 

This ties back into all the other scenes we’ve visited where we are shown time and time again that Thorin cares so much for his people.  He literally cannot abandon someone.  He looks out for the little people.  So his refusal to go check on Bilbo goes so far against his morals that it is obvious that he is not in his right mind.

And his last line of dialogue proves that to the core.  “I will not risk this quest for the life of one burglar.” 

Now, I took one for the team and checked what Thorin called Bilbo during the quest. I stopped my tally after reaching the above dialogue sequence, as what comes after isn't as important. The tally is as follows:

Bilbo: 0

Master Baggins: 4

Burglar: 3 (broken down into 'your burglar' to Gandalf after the troll escapade, 'Master Burglar' once they are in Erebor and he's afflicted by the dragon-sickness, and lastly, 'burglar' in the above dialogue sequence).

Hobbit (in any variation): 3 (Halfling being one of the three)

Mr. Baggins: 1

So in an overwhelming majority, Master Baggins is Thorin's default method of addressing Bilbo. He only actually ever calls him 'burglar' to his face once he is afflicted with the dragon-sickness, or in some way annoyed (as we see with the trolls).

So, Thorin has always been fairly polite to Bilbo. Something I think is very important to note is that never has this quest been more important than someone's life.

It was made very clear at the beginning that every member of the company joined of their free will.  They chose to follow Thorin on this suicide mission because they believed in him and his cause. 

And again, that suspicion that Thorin doesn't normally address Bilbo as 'burglar' is confirmed by Balin’s final line of dialogue.  “Bilbo.  His name is Bilbo.”

[citradreampainter]

I wanna uh ramble rq

My autism is kinda going brrr and I wanna get some stuffs put on paper (this blog post). I do really wanna interact more with the Failboat community, or well, the side that's not all the lil babies who spam buzzwords. Quoting from RosetheOcto, the peeps that actually read the lore are here on tumblr. Thou most of my interactions are in Discord as that's my way of "real" communication lmao. I'm not really a social media person at all so it's hard for me to stay active or post. But I do want to try to get to know ya all.

I remember making my big break in the online space with Devious Plan Gone Live over a year ago (The old version that has the you know what creature and Cotton Eye Joe). I admit it was a bit overwhelming to have the sudden influx of people looking at my stuff, and or even having interest. I mean considering what the mod was like it was more of a shocker. But I guess that kinda made me a mini Failboat celebrity. I've seen some wacky stuff after that like there's even Character.ai versions of Doofilin and Fecto Doo, and an imgfilp post bout rp with Doofilin???

I didn't want to be a mysterious faceless (miitopia reference) modder so I did what I could to interact with fans. After sometime I got to meet a few notable people like RayDragonM and a few of Fail's moderators, one of them even wanted to help with future mods after seeing Creeping Core. I do want to especially thank Ray (who's birthday was yesterday yippee) for being the most supportive fella I've ever met in the more online space. And leading me to meeting Rose and many others. They helped give me Miitopia autism, and also got me to learn more of the Fail lore, considering that back then I wasn't really there for it. Birthing Lia: Dimensional Rebirth into the way to is rn.

The mod originally made to follow the Minigame Jam but I fell off lol and couldn't get myself to complete it in time. But it allowed me to expand it, and for the first time be able to develop an actual complete mod to surpass Creeping Core. Even if it takes like, forever. Lia: Dimensional Rebirth will also be an actually serious Failboat related mod unlike how the original Devious Plan was. Simply cause I want to use my skills to create good stories with fun gameplay. Mainly inspired by the Ori series. My view of games in general is that it's an artform and same goes for mods. I've seen incredible mod works that inspire me to push forward with my ideas.

So with all of that, I hope to see ya fellow Failboat fans more.

Failboat Community Shoutouts to @raydragonm, @rosetheocto, @decimal86, @funthirtythreethirty, and many more that I don't know the @ s to lmao

[gtgfht]

Time to play another round of

DID I MAKE UP THIS FIC OR IS IT REAL (this time with 2 fics)

Fic 1

World building of note

In Dwarven culture, once it's known your someone's heir, you have to be at their door in the morning waiting for them to learn more of your future duties

Thorin has had subtle signs of dragon sickness for a looooong time

In thorins brain fili=dead baby brother

Trans =recarved either way

Thorin's gold sickness is fully gone about 5 years post botfa. He wakes up screaming in the middle of the night bc he thinks what he was seeing (his life during his whole goldmaddnes) was just a nightmare. He wakes up the next morning to see kili at his door. When he asks about why fili isn't there, kili rushes him to Oin. Oin got worried the gold had hold again. Everyone kinda has a "imma hold your hand as I say this" moment where they remind thorin he removed fili as his heir bc "that slimy brat thought he could fake his death and still rule after me!" His heart brakes. He looks into and sees its officially done fili has been removed from the line and has been his whole life. He watches fili and gets worse as he sees the life fili has, he knows nothing about. He hard-core spirals. Bofur has to pull him out of it.

Dwalin grabbed fili when he was young and has been grooming him for taking over the gaurd. Fili, for the longest time, didn't even register why people looked at him with pity bc Dwalin is the best mentor. Fili and ori are married, and ori is pregnant bc he's recarved.

Fic 2

Kili gets back from a trip to the iorn hills to find out fili ran away. He screams, and the whole company comes in. They all live in one hall. idk why. Once they get there, he stars screaming for fili. There are notes for everyone explaining what's going on and personal messages for them. Thorin's and dis notes include every time he was mistreated, hurt, ignored, etc. for Kili. The whole company learns about the multiple times Fili was sa'd or prostituted for Kilis' needs. They can't see those 2 the same way again. When Kili reads his, he needs to be sedated. His is a long letter filled with love and reminders it's not of this is his fault. And a list of the sizes he needs for clothes, allergies, and things he always forgets. Kili is sucked into a memory of being told he can't say "kili son of fili son of vili" and being upset bc of this. There's a box for thorin, and it holds not just filis beads but the braids marking him crowned prince but also the direct line of durin and the tattoo from his arm. Dwalins very pregnant wife waddles in and up to him. His letter is addres to both of them stepping in down from being Dwalins pretend child and thanking them for everything, but sadly he knows what who you call mom having a baby does. She turns to Dwalin and yells at him to "go find her eldest child, you useless mound of orc dung" and dwalin is off. Dis tried to confront her for the "my eldest" comment, but everyone basically points to her letter like "mmmm not you babes sit down." Dwalin comes back and starts counting before asking about ori bc he's also not here. Nori and dori get only quite and try to make excuses. Dwalins wife drag them aside and "very kindly with no extra force then needed" get out of them where fili and ori are. Dwalin is off again.

In dale king bard doesn't ask questions when they show up and ask for a place to stay. When he sees thencut hair, he just nods and tells them when he and his family eat dinner. About 3 months after that and fili and ori are part of their family when dwalin arrives. Tilda (bards youngest) gets mad at a dwarf being there and screams at dwalin cause their whole race is horrible "making her ruby(ori) and lion(fili) so upset they had to leave a home they faught for." Dwalin just takes it bc she right.

Ori walks in from work during this and runs to fili. Dwalin follows. Once they reunite, dwalin begs for forgiveness, and hands him a letter from kili. Fili says they can't go back bc of everything but dwalin, his wife ,nori, dori, and kili can come anytime. The only rule is thorin and dis can't know. They agree and dwalin's wife moves them to dale to be closer to her boy. Kili visits regularly.

[findmeinthefallair]

On another note I started thinking about what my mindscape would be like in the TOH-verse. Usually my synaesthesia isn't a strong force but there's this one song (a track from Ori and the Will of the Wisps) which makes me see amazing colours of what the core/innermost part of my mindscape would be..some meadow with light glyphs where my Inner Self would hang out the most, where there's the deepest sense of peace I can possibly find :O

[ask-red-and-solomon]

So, for the past few days, I've been putting together a new AU! I think I'm going to call it the "Intwined Fates" AU

Remember Aceius? From that one drawing I made?

This one! Well, I've made him some friends! And a bunch of cool lore!

Behold, the two friends I've made for Aceius! The lore is completely separate from the creepypasta, I'm just taking these guys and going nuts with em!

The lore so far on paper-

Fully fleshed out lore below!

At one point in time, King Ghidorah attacked Aceius's home planet, hoping to destroy or conquer it for his own goals. However, he was mortally wounded and was forced to flee. But in leaving, he let out a blast of cosmic energy, which Aceius protected his family from.

This cosmic energy quickly destroyed Ace's body and became one with him. After this, he found that making physical contact with anything or anyone would slowly tear the object or monster's flesh apart.

Now, having to wear specially made armor 24/7, Ace is pretty much alienated from his fellow monsters. The energy that now makes up is body is extremely powerful- so much so, that he cannot fairly fight anyone. So whenever he must train, he holds back.

He can't speak because of how damaged his vocal cords are. But when he does, it's very important.

He can't physically interact with anyone, can't fairly fight, can't talk to anyone. Nobody is equal to him in any sense

And even then, everyone is scared of him.

But then he's told to enter this tournament- just the last round.

In this tournament, the most powerful of monsters go against each other- but none of those are able to be an equal to Ace...

Except for the last one.

Red.

*****

Nobody knows why Red entered the tournament, but everyone fears the Hellbeast down to their core.

Red's rage, hunger, and pursuit for power is truly endless. He'd hunt down the most powerful of monsters, kill them, and consume whatever form of energy they had through their soul. He devoured seemingly countless amounts of them, growing stronger with each one.

Then, he found the purest essence of souls- where, nobody knows -in the form of white and blue energy resembling Hellfire.

Immediately, he murdered the angelic guards that kept it from him, and devoured it.

But something changed within Red after he took in this energy, and not just his new coloration. He was suddenly... calmer, and his hunger for power was now satisfied. He could feel it burning within him, he finally had all that he wanted...!

But... now what?

It feels weird not being hungry, not wanting to constantly kill, not wanting to taste blood and bring suffering.

He. Absolutely. Hates. It.

But then he's suddenly calm again. Which he finds really really weird. But his temper still flares up and wants to tear everything apart

The souls that made up this pure Hellfire were those of the innocent, which influenced Red greatly.

Red, now sometimes calling himself "Ori" for reasons he doesn't know (he's super fucking confused), enters this tournament. Maybe, if he fights again, if he can rip into flesh and taste blood, he could be his old self!

He could be the great, and all-powerful Hellbeast! A being of pure destruction and suffering!

So, in the tournament, he let's himself fully give in and ignore these new and confusing thoughts. He is fast, and ruthless, and less sadistic than usual- but he loves the rush he gets using this new Hellfire on everyone and shifting into his different forms

Everyone he faces goes down in a matter of minutes, no matter their speed, or how good their defenses are. Unfortunately, he's instructed to not kill them once the round is over- which he begrudgingly does even though it pisses him off. He's forced to be chained down at one point for refusing to not kill his opponent.

Then, he fight Aceius.

And holy shit, it was the best fight out of every one.

In Aceius and Red's fight, they both hold back in the beginning- only to be a bit surprised when the other isn't knocked out or mortally wounded.

So they go all out- Aceius using nearly his full power, and Red being his brutal self and using his new Hellfire whenever possible.

The long and exciting battle goes on for what feels like forever... until they run out of time. The fight is decided to be a draw, as neither monster was close to being too tired to continue.

At the end of it, Ace walks over to Red, and offers his hand. Only for Ori to smack it away, he doesn't know what the silent knight wants from him.

"We're equals... right?"

Red is very confused.

"nobody else is..." his voice sounds strained. Red then somewhat understands. He doesn't like that he feels terrible for this knight out of nowhere...

But Red takes his hand.

*****

Unbeknownst to all, Solomon has always been stronger than his peers- not just in physical combat and aerial battles. He's always had this strange white energy that would erupt out of him whenever angry or in danger...

Nobody else he knows has this kind of power

Of course, he's searched everywhere he could, and asked his family countless times about what it could possibly be. Only to get an old theory or myth of legendary power as an answer.

But that has never sat right with him.

Despite this lingering confusion, Solomon is an easygoing monster, doing whatever he pleases to pass the time. He's trained with and fought countless monsters, taken down many opponents.

He's been asked to join tournaments and fight the most powerful monsters there are- the best of the best!

He's seen the strongest beasts fight tooth and nail before, always filling him with excitement!

But each and every time, he refuses. Not that he doesn't think he could beat them, he absolutely could. He just doesn't care to, he doesn't need to prove that he's already the best.

When Ghidorah attacked out of nowhere one day, meteors and lightning rain from the skies as monsters fight back and others run. From the highest peak, surrounded by the tallest trees, Solomon unleashed a blast of energy.

He never knew the aftermath, only that Ghidorah fled. But he was never struck by Ghidorah's final attack. Only now did he learn of it- through Aceius, when he visited the peak, sensing the remnants of whatever power Solomon possessed.

It was a mistake to bring Ori, as he pinned Solomon down when he rushed at them, mistaking them for intruders.

After the confusion, they calm down and talk for a while- introducing themselves and telling Sol why they've come to the mountain. Solomon has seen Ace around a number of times, and even sparred with him for a bit.

Just for a moment, Aceius removes the front of their helmet to get some air. A great pang of guilt washes over Solomon once he sees what became of him after that day...

Was it his fault?

Sol's assured by Ace and Ori -in his own way- that he isn't to blame for Aceius' current state. That he couldn't have known what Ghidorah was going to do next.

Ori's eyes suddenly begin to glow, just like when he'd use his Hellfire. Solomon's chest begins to glow as well, feeling the energy within him burning.

He looks to Ace, whose body is glowing shades of yellow, pink and purple. All three of them are still for a moment, not sure why or how this is happening...

He then sees... something. A vision, maybe? He doesn't know what it was, it happened too quickly.

Solomon wants to know why their powers react to one another...

Why they're connected... what it could all mean... Why this feels oddly familiar...

Solomon doesn't know why... but he feels like he needs to stay with these two- weather it be for answers or for something else entirely, he's staying by their side.

[anon-e-miss]

Kintsugi - Memory Glass

“He looks cozy,” Jazz said, seeing his beloved bundled up in his originator’s blankets. “Those doorwing sleeves look new.

“I made ‘em a long time ago,” Punch explained, his servos were at work knitting another project. He usually had one or two or ten on the go at once. “I got it into my helm he wouldn’t appreciate’em so I put’em in a box and tucked them away.”

“‘M glad ya held on to’m,” Jazz replied. He set the bag and box down and adjusted the blanket that sat across Prowl’s lap to cover his shoulders. Thinking of Frigus made him nervous. “Hard to convince’m to where a cloak in Frigus. He’s got a thing ‘bout blockin’ their vision. This Frigus, he’s gonna need layers, there ain’t a trace o’ insulation on’em.”

“By them I’ll have a bit on ‘m,” Punch replied.  “He’s eatin’ well. Thank Primus.”

“Thank ya, Ori,” Jazz said. He sat next to Prowl and resist to urge to pull him into his arms.

“I didn’t give’m a fair shot ‘n ‘m sorry for that,” Punch replied. “Probably scared yer twin’ off e’er bringin’ a sweetspark home.”

“I think Rico’s enjoyin’ bein’ a rake for now,” Jazz replied. “When hedonism don’t suit’m anymore, I don’t think he’ll be able to resist bringin’ a lover home to meet ya. It’s in our code. We want yer approval.”

“I hurt ya too snubbin’m,” Punch said. “Put the first doubts for yer mech in yer helm ‘n they festered.”

“No one is responsible for what I did but me,” Jazz replied. “Ain’t gonna pass the buck, I got take my lumps ‘n own’m.”

“Jazz?” Prowl yawned as he wriggled a servo free to cover his mouth. “You are back.”

“I got yer box ‘n the presents for the Twins,”Jazz said as he stroke Prowl’s knee through the blanket. “Do ya wanna lay down for a bit? Y’re tired, Lover.”

“Mm,” Prowl yawned again. “All I do is recharge and fuel.”

“That’s all ya outta do right now,” Jazz said. He lifted Prowl into his arms, blankets and all.

“Why don’t ya have a rest yerself, Jazzy?” Punch suggested. “Gonna make his spark easier wit ya close.”

“Maybe that ain’t a bad idea,” Jazz replied.

Prowl needed maternity armour. Conventional armour had no stretch and though Prowl’s still fit, because he was so underweight, his sentio-metallico would be more sensitive. A softer, more flexible material would feel better against his plating. Whatever Prowl might have kept from the Twins would not fit now, unless it was something from early in his carrying. It was something Jazz would sort out later. For now, he set Prowl down on the berth and free him from the mass of blankets and folding them over a chair. The mittens stayed, Jazz thought better of removing them. Prowl looked sweet in them and he had been running cold. The armour did not stay, ya removed Prowl’s chestplate and girdle, before disrobing himself. Jazz stretched out behind Prowl, spooning him as he pulled the blankets up over them.

“Spike me?” Prowl asked.

“Yes, Beauty,” Jazz agreed.

He sank his spike into his beloved’s core from behind.  Jazz rubbed Prowl’s anterior node as he gently rocked is hips. Prowl sighed softly, sweet and content.  Ventilating against Prowl’s audio, Jazz lingered on the interface, ringing six overloads from his gravid love before spilling his transfluids deep inside of him. Still, Jazz lingered, stroking Prowl’s round forge with his servo. Under his palm, he felt the bitlets stir. When they were older, they would learn the truth behind their conception, that they hand been ensparked by a cad but they were know at the same time that Jazz was their geni, just as he was the Twins’ and hopefully still more bitlets. When he hit it big and big was just around the corner, they would be able to afford as many creations as they could kindle. Perhaps, they might even adopt some. Both he and Prowl had always wanted a large family and there was no reason this could still not happen.

Prowl recharged as Jazz’s spike stiffened in his welcoming centre, Jazz lifted his beloved’s leg up and rocked against his aft. As Jazz spiked him, Prowl sighed dreamily, deep in recharge. There was no need for him to work at all, Jazz would give him everything. Over three joors, Jazz overloaded a half dozen times in Prowl’s lacks frame. His belly was firmly round as his gestational tank was well filled. It was not enough for Jazz and he chased a seventh overload, kneading Prowl’s well, as his dearest love stirred. Prowl moaned and shivered as he felt Jazz’s spike flood his bloated tank with still more transfluids. His servo dropped to cup his lower belly.

“Oh Primus,” Prowl moaned softly, “I am so full.”

“I’ll keep ya that way,” Jazz promised and he kissed Prowl’s neck. “Don’t have to worry if y’re tired, I’ll take care o’ ya while ya recharge.”

“Jazz,” Prowl moaned. “One more. One more. Please.”

Jazz stacked pillows under Prowl’s hips and belly. Prowl buried his face in another pillow as Jazz gave him what he had asked for. As his spike churned inside Prowl’s belly, a foamy mess of transfluids and lubricants were squeezed from his valve. He held Prowl’s hips, could they already feel fuller, and spiked him with smooth rolls of his hips. Beneath him, Prowl panted and pleaded for more, faster, harder. Not wanting to hurt him, Jazz was measured as he picked up the pace, pulling his spike out and then plunging deep.  Prowl muffled his cries in the pillow as Jazz brought him to overload as he chased his own.

“Jazz,” he moaned. “Jazz.”

“That’s it, Prowler,” Jazz crooned. “Gimme another.”

“Ahhh,” Prowl cried as his frame shook with overload. The vice-like clench and ripple of his valve drew Jazz over the edge and he overloaded into his beloved’s gestational tank. Awkwardly, Prowl rolled and flopped onto his back, his legs fell open. Copious amounts of transfluids leaked from his folds as his tank could not take another drop. “Oh Primus, Jazz.”

“I was wonderin’ what looked so different,” Jazz said. “I realized yer gestational tank was flat. Not anymore.”

“My girdle may not actually close now,” Prowl said as he stroked his sweet belly.

“Y’re maternity stuff is still in the closet,” Jazz said. “Let’s see if somethin’ fits.”

The piece that fit was from earlier in Prowl’s carrying with the Twins than he was now with these bitlets. Jazz had bought it for Prowl for a party they were going to. It was something Prowl would never have chosen; it was too form fitting. He had glowed under the chandeliers, the mesh/metal /latex had hugged his belly well. Though the chestplate that had gone with it was a little loose, Jazz found another that went with it well. Prowl looked less gaunt in armour that fit. In time his faceplates would fill out again and he would be rosy and round like he had been the Twin. In the living room, Jazz heard them chattering, back from playing with Blue.

“Let’s see ‘bout dinner,” Jazz suggested.

“Punch does so much,” Prowl said, sounding concerned.

“He likes to,” Jazz said. “Bein’ idle let’s his processor wander ‘n he gets stuck on my ‘genitors and it puts ‘m in a dark place. So he keeps busy.”

“I am sorry,” Prowl said. Perhaps that was something he and Punch had in common.

“‘M sorry they never got to meet ya,” Jazz replied. They walked out together. The bag of present was sitting untouched on the table, no doubt on Punch’s order. He must not have specified they should keep out of their ori’s box because as the door closed behind him and Prowl, Sideswiped pulled a piece of memory glass from the box and held it up.

“Who’s dis, Ori?” He asked. Jazz felt Prowl’s tremor and he held him around the waist, held him close.

“My progenitor,” Prowl said.

“Sides, ya shouldn’t o’ been diggin’ in there,” Jazz scolded. “That Ori’s stuff.”

“It is alright,” Prowl said. “Give it to me, Sideswipe?”

“Here Ori,” Sideswipe gave Prowl the memory glass. “Sorry, Ori.”

“When ya graduated?” Jazz asked as he saw Prowl was wearing his robes.

“Mhm,” Prowl replied. “He collapsed… about an orn after this memory glass was captured and died shortly after.”

“Looks like he was so proud,” Punch declared as he joined them and saw the picture. “He’s beamin’.”

“I think he was,” Prowl replied. There were other bits of memory glass; everyone was a shot of Prowl and his progenitor. Even those from when he was small, there was not a one of his originator. How early had Prowl lost him?

“Ya was a cute bitlet,” Jazz said. The memory glass captured Prowl’s first steps.

“I was ungainly,” Prowl replied. “It took me vorns to grow into my doorwings.”

“These are precious,” Punch said. “Ya kept’em in yer office?”

“Mhm,” Prowl replied.

“Why, Love?” Punch asked and Jazz looked over to his originator. “What hurts so much?”

“Oh…” Prowl murmured, Jazz looked to him. Leave it to Ori to understand. The memory glass, the trophies for shooting and debate competitions had been too precious to toss out but they had also been too painful to keep around. “He worked so hard to put me through university. He had been unable to attend, his family was too poor. I could not have gone, even with the scholarships, without him.”

“He was yer geni,” Punch told him. “Don’t ya think he was glad to?”

“If he had not… he may not have had the short, they might have found it before it could erupt,” Prowl said. “They… he could not afford to send me. He already worked so much overtime but he took a third job. He worked himself to death.”

“Where was yer ori?” Punch asked.

“At home,” Prowl replied, staring into the box. “He did not care to work. He had an idea of the life he deserved. He saw his brother, who had bonded well and lived in leisure and he wanted that.  My progenitor tried to give it to him but no matter how much he worked, he never quite earned enough.”

“Ya don’t have a single memory glass o’m,” Punch said.

“He did not much care for me,” Prowl said. “He had his clubs, his friends.”

“Oh sweetspark,” Punch hugged Prowl to him and stroked his helm. “These memories are so precious ‘cause their weren’t a lot o’em were there. He was workin’ so hard even though he wanted so badly to be wit ya.”

“Yes,” Prowl said, there were tears in his optics.

“What happened to yer ori?” Jazz asked.

“When my progenitor died, it was my responsibility to provide for him,” Prowl explained. “But my wage as a rookie was low. It was never enough.”

“Is that why ya lived in that tiny studio?” Jazz asked. “Cause he was milkin’ ya dry?”

“I… yes,” Prowl nodded slowly. “When there was two and then soon to be four I could not afford to give him an allowance. I have not heard from him since.”

“This is where it comes from,” Jazz sighed. “Ya worked yerself to the struts ‘cause ya worried it wasn’t enough. When I complained… it must o’ been his voice echoin’ in yer helm.”

“He did ya wrong, Love,” Punch leaned his helm against Prowl’s. “So wrong.”

[kittenintheden]

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aw yay thank you, love talking about my girl.

so this is Ori.

Full name: Orianna Duskhill Race: Half-elf shadow fey (dark elves from the Shadowfell) Age: 34 Class: Bard/Sorcerer

Ori began existence as my character in the DnD campaign I play with some friends. She was initially a woman without a memory of her life before waking up in campaign, so she didn't have a lot of backstory informing her personality. I created her as a charismatic, outgoing, supportive, bubbly, klutzy, slutty Aberrant Mind sorcerer who was full of dark shadow magic that clashed with her core personality and pastel goth rockabilly aesthetic. She also plays drums in a metal band.

When BG3 came out, I recreated her in-game without expecting much. That ship has sailed. She officially became a character of the world to me at that point.

I decided to start NYS on a lark because I was feeling the writing bug and that's when I decided to flesh out her character more fully. She got an actual backstory that tied her into the world and the campaign, she gained a sibling, and I switched her class to bard specifically because I wanted to tie her into the College of Whispers for plot reasons.

From there, she just sort of... became who she is. I wrote her as initially mistrustful and single-minded, with a darker past and a heavier lean on her courtly training to charm people so they don't ask too many questions. As Ori herself has said of her night-blooming jasmine tattoos, "pretty on the surface, poison underneath."

But at her core, even in her very first iteration, Ori has always been a person who wants to love people. She just needed to meet a delightful band of chucklefucks and trauma bond with them in order to bring it out and allow herself to care the way she's always wanted to.

It's been a ride to create a character who used their class abilities for subterfuge and espionage, but discovers that those same abilities can be used to protect and bond.

My favorite thing about Ori is that I made her intentionally complex. She's messy, mortal, loyal, loving, silly, kind, vicious, cunning, and passionate, all rolled into a pretty pastel-haired bluegrass-playing ball. She's also a squishy klutz because dexterity is her dump stat.

Additional fun fact: her surname is supposed to sound like "does kill."

I've also had a fucking TON of fun writing a Tav who's been around the block and has the history to clock a charlatan a mile away because she plays the game herself.

[allmyworth]

Favorite elemental duo and trio?

When I still had a Netflix subscription, I would just end up watching episodes of BoBoiBoy for comfort and nostalgia on harder days, so the literally every character hold quite a special place in my heart. It's hard choosing favourites among Elements but if I had to choose...

The Ori Trio and Gentar's parents win if I had to choose, lol.

Halilintar and Gempa for the duo because they just scream... Parental to me. At least in the BoBoiBoy Galaxy seasons. I don't know why. They're just parenting. Though Gempa and Solar is up there too, even if they didn't interact much in canon...

I'm still hoping for just a moment between the two of them💔

And Ori Trio is my favourite trio because ✨

Nah, for real though, Ori Trio is my favourite most probably because I'm kinda stuck in the past, lmao. They were and still are my favourite trio because of BoBoiBoy. They're pretty iconic too. If you're on BoBoiBoy TikTok, then you must've seen the 'BoBoiBoy Core' videos, haha.

Thanks for asking:D