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˗ˏˋ Y̲e̲s̲,̲ ̲I̲ ̲s̲u̲f̲f̲e̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲l̲i̲k̲e̲ ̲a̲ ̲p̲r̲a̲y̲e̲r̲ ̲a̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲h̲a̲n̲d̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲G̲o̲d̲! 

         ardyn lucis caelum of ffxv. as portrayed by knight (he/him, 28+). 

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 › florafate​

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“  you  act  like  you’ve  never  seen  a  chocobo  before  !  ”  her  hand  slowly  pets  the  large  bird  with  ease.  a  soft  ‘kweh’  erupts  from  the  birds  curved  beak  in  response  happily.  “  they  aren’t  aggressive  ..  unless  you  are  mean  to  them  or  something.  ”

she’s right in this; boromir has never seen a chocobo- they seem a pleasant sort of creature as she speaks, a smile crossing the captain’s face at the peculiar sound. he finds he has no other animal to compare it to- and for the first time in quite a while, he finds that he does not mind not knowing. 

“ i would not dream of acting cruelly to your bird- ” 

“ i was simply curious- as you are right, i have never seen a chocobo before. most animals that appear large enough to ride where i come from are horses- ” and, of course, he knew of the eagles- although he could not imagine it to be a wise idea to ride them- “ may i pet him? ” 

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god where are the rest of my verses for boromir,,,, when will i write them

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I LOVE ONLY THAT WHICH THEY DEFEND! 

boromir ii of the lord of the rings. by knight (he/him, 29+)

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“they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace”

— unfinished poems iii // s.z

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 !

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romantic relationships !

💘  friends to lovers ❣️  enemies to lovers 💜  love at first sight 💙  slow burn 💚  skinny love 💔  exes to lovers again 🖤  on again , off again

familial relationships !

🌼  older sibling 🌺  younger sibling 👭  twins 🌻  friends like siblings 🍃  cousins 🌵  parental

friend relationships !

☀️   best friends 🌦   enemies to friends 🌈   friends since childhood  ⛅️  friends of circumstance  ☁️  school friends  🌩  friends from traumatic experiences

enemy relationships !

🔪   friends to enemies 💣   stole something from my muse 🔦   stole something from your muse 🗡   bullied my muse 🔫   bullied your muse ⚔️   family feud 🛠   fueds between mutual friends ❌   guilty by association

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I think it's very sexy when a fictional character knows they're doomed but makes the conscious choice to keep trying anyway

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Reblog this to have people go into your inbox & ask your character questions!

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ok ok skyrim verse bare bones

boromir is from solitude and is a captain of the imperial legion

he’s just having a real time because there’s so much going on??? he doesnt trust this treaty as far as he can throw it??? 

what he wants is the adjacent of glory of gondor restored 

but why should that involve having to fight with the stormcloaks like hello GET PERSPECTIVE there’s a bigger issue (it’s the thalmor, boromir isn’t dumb he knows exactly what cutting out a huge part of people’s culture can do, and so he gets that the stormcloaks are mad, hell, he’s mad too, but uhhh infighting won’t FIX ANYTHING)

otherwise things are basically the same except it’s skyrim and not lotr lmao i will polish this eventually

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i was going to do art and then i didnt, so instead im going to ... do more icons i guess???

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my uncle sent me a bunch of jazz songs to sing at a musician’s party and im like oh boy i havent performed since high school and ella fitzgerald and billie holiday are both really high bars to set but OKAY here we go i have until december 10th 

for reference, i CAN sing, so i can manage im just like i’m usually a classical singer or i do showtunes, so jazz is out of my comfort zone so u know gotta prep 

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haircut! (he/him)

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in   the   name   of   kyne,   in   the   name   of   shor,   and   in   the   name   of   atmora   of   old.

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anyway yesterday a patient took a swipe at my eyes and now i'm explaining 2 my mom why one of my eyes looks irritated good news is i can see and there's no pain bad news it just looks not ideal lmao

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Boromir died to save us, my kinsmen and me. He fell defending us from many foes.

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in a single reply i have thrown in like way more concepts that i havent explained here and also revealed that boromir’s issue is he isn’t grasping that the hobbits are GROWN ASS ADULTS he’s truly never seen a hobbit before and also evidently pippin is wearing faramir’s clothes from childhood when he gets to minas tirith or something and boromir is just like. not grasping this at all and so of course he’s mad, he’s seeing this like “we decided to send a child to war” bro frodo is older than u by 10 years 

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 › ringwrath​

long gone are the days when the warmth of kinship would settle in his chest,     making its home in his heart and gladdening his disposition in an instant —       the elder son of denethor is a man whose blood descends from anadûnê,    and one can see it in him clearly.       boromir of gondor stands tall and unbowed,   with clear eyes and a countenance that carries the beauty of generations past.     he could almost mistake boromir for one of his kinsmen,   if he remembered what they looked like.        but he has not been of the edain in hundreds …        no it must be thousands by now;    thousands of years.        he is less a man by the day.         where a fellow man would feel pity and worry for the state boromir is in,     the witch-king cannot say he feels anything but idle contempt and disgust,    but perhaps also potential.

even as he’d spoken earlier,    the voice of gondor’s fiercest protector had pierced the heavy silence instigated by the lord of the nazgûl,     silent as the grave.          ‘  a dreadful sense of loneliness oppressed me,  ’         boromir had said,     seemingly as if in confession,     and the witch-king took care to lower his head and not stand to his full height lest he portray himself as more of a threat,     extending a hand      (  but not far enough to touch  )       forward in what looked to be understanding and compassion.         was this not the right hand of sauron  the deceiver?        why,    then,    had he not attempted to land the killing blow yet?

“   i know.      that is how it starts,   but it does not last,   ”            the deep baritone spoke from his rotten throat,   referring to the brilliant band of gold that was so very close to being boromir’s alone.             “   as you no doubt know yourself,   @stedefaest​.       the one ring calls only to those who are worthy of possessing it.        you cannot possibly think the halfling was meant to have it,   do you … ?   ”             he mused aloud,    again forcing some distance between them as he turned away and walked back a few steps,    his normally heavy footsteps virtually soundless upon the earth beneath.

“   it cannot call to me,   not in the way it does to you —      i cannot wield it for myself,    i can only guide its passing to a master.     that is my purpose.   ”         a master,    not the master of the ring.     his phrasing is careful,   as if blending truth and untruth is all but second nature.            “   how do you know it was not testing you to see if you were worthy of slipping it on your finger?       perhaps it is boromir,   savior of gondor,    who should wield the one ring in his mighty hand.   ”

the words had first been meant to be spoken in solitude, for no one to hear-  as he had lived so long with his heart on display that he had little time to process it. faramir had always been better with feelings, with knowing the right things to say. faramir knew how to be properly vulnerable; boromir learned to numb himself to it. after all, there was no secret he could keep from his father. 

denethor knew of the creeping doubt, of boromir’s rightful confusion at his vision- it was faramir who came quietly to his elder brother’s room at night; it was faramir who sat in his brother’s company- faramir who had been plagued, or perhaps blessed, with visions from the start. and in truth, boromir had closed himself off from his westernesse blood before he had the chance to recognize it was even a part of him at all. 

a warrior did not need visions- a warrior needed bravery and decisiveness. boromir would never be a wizard’s pupil, but he could be a hero. the one who would not fail.

yet, here he stood, hand moving to his blade, failing. suffocating in doubt and pain and desperation- because for all that he had done, it was not enough for the white city. it was not enough for the people of gondor. 

( the chill of the anduin had settled in his bones that day, and yet hope still clawed its way from beneath the rubble )

to the little ones, frodo is an adult, capable of his own choices- and he chose to be brave, and to carry something so small and yet so heavy- and boromir still sees vulnerability. frodo would fit into faramir’s childhood clothes, and how could it be fair to give such a burden to someone so young? he should know better than to judge by that, and yet ... was that not half the problem? 

perhaps he was blinded by his love for his brother, the brother he had protected time and time again- because he needed to. he needed to prove his worth. perhaps he looked at the little ones and saw the innocence that had been lost; each day more-so! perhaps he yearned for a time he could not remember. boromir has only ever known battle. loath as he is to admit it, he cannot fathom a time of peace. a time where he will have no more to do- and what then will become of him? there is no use for a soldier in times of peace. he does not know who he is without armor, a sword and shield. he is not ready to be useless.

he is also not willing to betray the ones he had promised to protect- he prides himself on his honor, and to simply take the ring? ah, it would be easy to take. to return to gondor triumphant- to prove that simply with solidarity and goodness, even the most primordial of evils could be subdued. 

he knows better than this. at the very least, he is grateful to have wandered on his own; he will not endanger the others like this. 

“ you exist to guide it to a master? and what of when that master falters? no- you will take it to mordor- ” he cannot let that happen. his father bade of him to return the ring to gondor- and if he did, what sort of world would exist? would the ring not grant him the power to defend his people? the power to make a better world- 

he should know better than this. he cannot slay the witch king, but could he not buy the others more time? is he buying them time? he stares down his foe ( a great deceiver in his own right, this servant of sauron ) as his heart wages war with itself. as if he’d finally reached some out of body experience better suited for his father or brother; this is unknown territory. 

“ i will not be swayed by a band of gold- it will not determine my fate. ” he wishes he felt more certain of this. time and time again he had been offered a plain gold band, and time and time again he refused- gently, for what man would wish to leave loved ones to fret and to grieve? his love was not so cruel that he would risk the joy of another. and this, this was simply another gold band. one that could make him a king, or perhaps it would twist him into a wraith- and he would leave others to mourn. 

stubborn as he was, boromir was far from selfish. not like this- it would not be for his own sake. “ courage and strength can be found in the most unlikely of people. you speak of worth, of a power that you cannot wield- frodo does not need to wield the ring to be worthy; his courage to carry a burden so heavy means more than any power that thing could grant! ”