#and knew how to speak basic elvish

[arinninjagosleftovers]

I think one of my favourite things to think about is the bad kids are all different races and can speak different languages, and how that affects them/the people around them, and maybe I just like thinking about them switching to a different language or not being able to fully speak one language when tired etc

Idk how it is for people who have grown up in one place but spoken a different language at home, at least not fully, but I do know what it’s like learning a different language at a young age and then befriending and talking to people who speak it as their native language.

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Riz and Adaine are the most interesting to me, because I think Goblin is such a complex and different language compared to most others, it includes a lot of hissing, grunts, growls, ear movement and facial expressions and I think that it was the only language Riz knew until he started school, and he quickly picked up on common because Pok and Sklonda started speaking it with him too, I think it’s easier for goblin children to let out garbled noises than form full sentences and I don’t know if this makes sense but just hear me out.

Then obviously, Riz speaks more common than anything else, but during spring break Sophomore Year he hisses instead of telling someone to fuck off and it was much easier, basically meant the same thing to it’s just that no one understood, and then in Junior Year whenever he’s annoyed, stressed, etc etc he just hisses and growls and glares and I think the others tried to learn but it’s a complex language!! It’s very difficult to learn the difference between one hiss and another one.

ADAINE!! She has an accent (british) and had a hard time learning Common, not because it was hard to learn but because her family wouldn’t let her? She had tutors from Fallinel growing up and then around 8-9 she started learning common but didn’t get any real practice until around 11, the accent is noticeable when she talks but it’s not something anyone points out. She also loses her words a lot? Confuses how to word sentences exactly because it’s different in Elvish, mixes up different sayings, forgets words entirely too (me core). Sometime during Freshman Year she starts speaking exclusively Common with her family and now she only really speaks Elvish during combat and Aelwyn/sometimes Fig.

Fabian can’t speak Elvish, but he can understand it. Hallariel was most of time too drunk to properly teach him, but I imagine Cathilda tried and Bill would sometimes mention something to Hallariel in Elvish, it’s very like,, “Yeah I can understand all of it, but I can’t speak it fluently” and I think he wants to try after getting more connected to his mother’s side of the family.

Fig spoke Elvish growing up, but she started going to Daycare pretty early and speaks Common just as fluently as anyone else, but she slips into it whenever talking to her mom or Gilear. At least before the horns grew in, after that she stopped speaking Elvish as a form of rebellion, but she picked it back up in Sophomore year. I think she’s the least likely to confuse words and she often helps Adaine with words in Common whenever she loses them.

Gorgug cannot speak orcish, he can barely understand it. But he can speak Gnomish and it has surprised people more times than he can count. Again, he can’t fully speak Gnomish, mostly bc Digby and Wilma spoke Common with him growing up, but I think he can read it because a lot of their instructions and books are in Gnomish so he just learned how to recognise letters and words and string them together into sentences. Digby and Wilma stopped speaking Gnomish bc they cut the rest of their family off to protect Gorgug btw

Kristen can only speak Common and before going to Aguefort she was upset about it because she couldn’t preach to the people who could not understand, now she’s upset because she can’t properly gossip with her friends.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To You Rejecting Their Proposal On Valentine's Day ♡

"I-I don't understand babe, is this because I asked on V-valentine's Day? I-I'm sorry! I can give you a better proposal!" Miriel was sure this would have been the most idyllic day for her to propose to you, lots of yanderes chose this day to propose and yet you seemed genuinely upset about her proposal. It couldn't have been that you were upset about her proposing in general, it must of been the way she proposed that bothered you then because you loved her so you obviously wanted to marry her, you must of just been upset she'd been so basic with her proposal.

"Miri, I don't want to marry you-" You knew better than to continue speaking with how she was hyperventilating and looking around the restaurant frantically trying to figure out every little thing that might have been less than perfect about her proposal. You hated seeing her like this but you had to put you foot down this one time, you didn't want to just be dragged along into a marriage with no prior discussion at all.

"No just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it babe! I'm more than happy to redo my proposal, you aren't leaving me though! I-I'm sorry this wasn't what you wanted, just please babe, tell me how I can fix it!" Was it the ring? She paid more than any other elvish leader had paid for their wifes rings in the past but maybe it still wasn't enough, oh who was she kidding herself, of course it wasn't enough, she had briefly pondered also getting a necklace and bracelet set to go along with it but bringing those to the restaurant would have been bulky but maybe that was what you wanted. Aww her cute mate said no because they wanted a more traditional elvish proposal, you must be so upset with her, it's okay she would fix this!

"No Miriel, that's not it, I just, I don't want to marry you!" Her heart dropped, were you really not interested in the idea of marriage? She knew you loved her, you definitely loved her so the only other reason you must not want this is for some weird human objection to marriage, perhaps you thought her affection would change in some way after marriage, she'd need to prove to you that would never be the case.

"I feel like I'm suffocating when I'm not with you. Rest assured babe, I know I want to be bound to you forever and I know you want to be bound to me forever. I just want you to love me, forever." She reached over the table, slipping the ring on your finger gleeful that there wasn't anything wrong with her proposal after all while you wished you had protested just a bit harder.

"You're so cute, puppy, gosh I just want to keep you forever!" She picked you up and spun you around in a circle while you frantically tapped her shoulder for her to set you down because you were becoming dizzy.

"Oh right, I forgot, it's so cute that your human body is so fragile! Anyways we're almost where I wanted to take you! Can you guess what we're doing today?" Her tail wagged behind her and you prayed she hadn't dragged you out to a deserted part of the park just to show you how good she was at hunting. She'd mentioned wanting to do that with you several times before but you didn't think she would do such a thing on Valentine's Day, then again it did seem exactly up her alley so you would not be shocked in the slightest.

"For a date hopefully?" You chuckled, trying not to give away your anxiety as her ears perked up in alarm, smelling something in the area, oh god she's going to hunt something you were completely right and then you'd have to sit there petting her as she laid her head on your lap tired from the hunt and just wanting praise. Yet as she ran off you didn't hear an animal scream, instead it was very clearly a person begging for their life and you could hear her chowing down on them. She trotted back very quickly with a frown on her face and covered in blood.

"Well now that they're gone we can get back to what I wanted to do- Wait, why are you crying, puppy? W-who made you cry? I'll go rip their fucking throats out right now for making my puppy cry! Just you fucking watch." You hadn't even realized you had begun to cry, more focused on how she was darting her head around looking for who had made you feel sad in the brief moment she was gone, and paying attention to the ring box covered in blood she was fidgeting with in her hands.

"That fucking bastard ruined my proposal but there's no time like the present is there? Puppy, will you marry me?" Her tail wagged but as you shook your head and began to look at her in horror, her ears slowly began to droop, wondering where she had gone wrong, she had taken you to her favorite place, wasn't that what she was supposed to do? And then you bolted and her entire day was ruined, that stupid bastard coming into her proposal spot had caused her puppy to reject her proposal and run from her, she wished she could kill him again.

"Puppy! Don't run! Please, I'm all you need and you're all I need, it's perfect, just please come back!" No way in hell were you doing that when she was covered in some random dude's throat blood though it didn't seem like you had much of a choice with how fast she was closing in on you.

It was two days ago when you'd said no to her proposal, you had assumed Kassien would be fine waiting for you to be ready for marriage, she'd always been a very patient, at least for a demon, mate but well now here you were locked in her apartment and trying to starve yourself to death as she came by with food almost hourly demanding that you eat.

"Sweetness, I'm going to give you two choices, okay?" Her voice seemed calm through the door but you knew better at this point, there was rage constantly festering at the surface and she could blow up at you any second. "Either you start eating, willingly, or I ram in down your throat. There's no world in which I am allowing you to starve yourself sweetness so get that through your thick head."

"I hate you." You heard a light growl through the door before she let out a loud sigh trying and obviously failing to calm herself down. She had to be patient if she wanted you to and yet clearly you were not going to even at the threat of your own life.

"Why do you keep resisting me?! This isn't fair, don't we deserve to be happy?! If you would stop resisting then we could be so happy together. Until you eat I will not be eating a single thing, maybe if we starve together then you'll finally be a good little mate for me." You had said you hated Kassien but that really didn't mean you wanted her to starve which she knew very obviously when she made the threat.

"Please don't-" "Why do you care if I hurt myself all of a sudden, sweetness, you trampled all over my heart and you were going to fucking leave me. I'm going to make you care though sweetness, you'll see and then you'll regret not instantly agreeing to be my sweet little mate once I show you how good it could have been, you just have to eat first and we can be happy again."

You didn't really understand why Nikki even had bothered to take you out on a date today, she had just spent the entire night holding herself back from snapping people away and the other half gripping your hand because it annoyed her to no end having to sit across from you at the table even if it was human date etiquette. Plus there were two things she kept looking at in her bag, trying to decide when the right time to show them to you was. Probably never because you were sure she likely had something awful to show you.

"Mate, I brought you a gift for this day. Do you know what it is? It's alright, I wouldn't expect you to remember, it's the eyes of that person who kept staring at you yesterday." How... romantic? Well as romantic as this sadist could possibly get at the very least.

"Nikki, can you please not be so jealous today? Please it's Valentine's day, can't we have a nice night?" It wasn't going to happen when you were mated to a high ranking demon who could never take responsibility for her own poor behavior but at the very least you could dream, couldn't you?

"Do you actually believe I'm jealous mate? You haven't seen me jealous yet, I could show you what real jealousy would look like, if you wish." Yeah you were going to have to pass on that 'wonderful' offer. "It surprises me that you have no clue how far I am willing to go for you mate."

"What's in the other thing?" She had a small box in her hand, you weren't a moron, you understood what this meant, you just really hoped you were wrong and she had just bought you a nice piece of jewelry for Valentine's Day even though that didn't sound like her at all.

"Ah this, it's a human custom, a marriage proposal, us angels don't do it but I assumed you would appreciate it. Would you like to marry me?" You shook your head very aggressively and she hummed in thought furrowing her eyebrows. "It seems my coworker led me in the wrong direction, whatever the case it doesn't matter since even without this you are still mine."

Nora had a surprising ability to act like everything was normal even as she had you tied up she still fidgeting with the strings on your hoodie like you had just lent it to your cute fiance despite you rejecting her proposal, causing her to tie you up like a maniac.

"I know the restraints hurt, I'm sorry, I'll untie you as soon as I know you aren't going to run. You l-look so beautiful tied up like this though, it takes my breath away every time." Yeah you knew that because the freak tied you up every chance she got, including right now. It'd be weird if she didn't enjoy the way you looked tied up and was just tying you up for no reason at all.

She withered as you glared at her, trying not to make eye contact, things had gotten out of hand for her too quickly, she didn't mean to take you but well she was sure you would have said yes and when you didn't she got so worried that you were actually breaking up with her even though you weren't and well now you were here in her bed glaring at her as she tried not to cry while also feeling a sick satisfaction that you were trapped here.

"I-I'm sorry I took your hoodie by the way, I just saw it on the ground when I went to get your things and well it smells like you and I just couldn't help it." That seemed like the least of your problems when she literally moved your stuff into her apartment as you were tied up on her bed.

"Let me go."

"I can't, you know you're my reason for living, I can't." Yeah you knew that, she said you were her reason for living fifteen times a day, you just didn't know she was actually batshit before. "You can use me in any other way you want, you just have to stay with me."

You had to admit you were a little worried about your serial killer kidnapper, mainly because if anything happened to her you would be stuck in her apartment and likely rot away to nothing but it was still worry nonetheless. It was about midnight when she stumbled in to the apartment, much sooner than she had been returning recently which did not make you feel any better in the slightest cause this just meant she'd thought of some harebrained scheme to get you to finally agree to her proposal.

"Love, I had an i-idea while I was gone, I h-hope you l-like it!" She lifted her sweater revealing she had carved your name on the side of her stomach which was barely visible because of how intense the scabbing was at the moment. "L-look, I carved your n-name into my skin so everyone will know I'm y-yours!"

"Rudie, what the fuck?! Why would you do this to yourself?!" You rushed over to her trying to see if you could gauge how much blood she had lost, you would probably starve to death if she bled out from this, it did seem majorly scabbed up but it could reopen at practically any time which was very worrying to you.

"Maybe I should hurt myself l-like this more frequently, t-then you'll finally admit how much you l-love me!" She grinned as you examined her wound, god it was going to heal so poorly, you'd have to force her to go on bedrest just so she didn't rip it open again just walking around casually. You hated how she was acting like you were madly in love with her just because you didn't want her dead but if that's what it took to get her not to do anything worse then you'd play along so you simply hummed and nodded.

"You d-don't understand, if you just a-accept me now, I-I'll be your servant forever." She sniffled into your shoulder as you guided her into the kitchen, sitting her down so you can wrap her wounds.

"I know honey, first we have to wrap your wound though, m'kay?" She nodded, sweat and tears matting her hair against her forehead.

You knew what Sawyer was going to do tonight and you knew you were going to say no, sure she was going to make you marry her anyways but you wanted to know you had put up somewhat of a fight against her even if it was a weak fight that didn't last very long. You just hoped it would get your point across that you really did not want a part in this and you would never want one.

"You've been a very good girl these past few months, perhaps I should reward you. Would you enjoy that?" You sneered at her, sure you no longer kicked and screamed at her but that didn't mean you enjoyed your little arrangement any more than you had before. "Don't give me that look dearest, we're at a very nice restaurant, let's try to have a good night."

"So what's the reward?" You knew what it was but you wanted to drag it out for as long as you could, just to make her life as difficult as you possibly could at the very least. "Better be a good reward and not something stupid that's only a gift for yourself."

"You know, when other people look at you, it makes me feel like throwing up. Luckily I plan to put an end to that tonight, it's not as if you could have been with anyone else anyways but now I won't have to even think of you ever being with anyone else." She sighed as she saw you curl your lip at her engagement ring placing your hands off the table so she couldn't grab them.

"All you ever do is think about escaping, I see you daydreaming about it constantly, can you not simply enjoy the night with me dearest? Or do I have to put you in the isolation room when we return home and trust me, when you walk out you will be wearing this ring, dearest." You shook your head and she huffed. "I suppose you intend on being a brat tonight dearest, I was so hoping you wouldn't do this but I suppose here we are."

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Hey Lindir, what was Aragorn like as a kid?

Ah, Aragorn as a child. Where do I even begin?

You see, one must first understand that young Estel—before he knew himself to be Aragorn, Heir of Isildur, Hope of Men, etcetera—was a scrappy, determined, utterly exhausting little whirlwind of a child. He had this unshakable need to prove himself to everyone. It was as though he had been born with an inherent sense that he had some great destiny ahead of him, even before he knew the truth of his lineage.

I have lost count of the number of times he came barreling through Rivendell, sticks in hand, declaring that he would protect the valley from imaginary threats—which usually meant he was about to duel a very unimpressed Elrondian scholar who had been minding their business.

And then there was the sparring.

It started with Elrohir and Elladan, of course. He would follow them like a particularly stubborn duckling, insisting that they teach him how to fight. And they did. To their credit, they were patient with him (at least in the way older brothers are patient—meaning they also tripped him into the mud when he got too arrogant).

But did Estel stop there? Oh no.

He challenged Glorfindel.

I must emphasize this. A small mortal child with twigs for arms and a stubborn streak the size of a Balrog decided that he was going to best Glorfindel in single combat.

The Golden-haired Menace.

And to his credit, Glorfindel, ever the gracious warrior, did not immediately crush the boy's spirit. He humored him. He let Estel land a hit or two (on the shins, mostly, because that was as high as he could reach). He offered tips. He corrected his stance.

And then, once he deemed the lesson complete, he effortlessly disarmed him, sent his wooden sword flying across the courtyard, and knocked him on his rear.

Estel was delighted.

Because, you see, the loss didn’t discourage him. No, it ignited him. He dusted himself off, picked up his stick, and asked to go again.

That was the day we all realized: this one was going to be trouble.

Ah, but let it not be said that young Estel was only an unstoppable force of scrappy determination and wild ambitions. No, he was also—Maker help me—sweet.

For all his endless energy, for all the times he nearly bowled me over while rushing through the halls in pursuit of some new grand adventure, he was also deeply earnest. He did not only want to learn the sword. He wanted to learn everything. And so, more often than not, he would wander into the archives, eyes bright with curiosity, and ask me to teach him poetry.

“I want to speak Elvish like you do,” he once told me, utterly serious. “Not just to talk, but to make things sound beautiful.”

I must confess, I was taken aback. A mortal child, wishing to master not just our words, but our art? I was intrigued. Amused. A little endeared.

And so, I humored him. I told him we would start with the basics—but if he could find a specific plant I named, then we would move on to something more advanced. It was a joke. A passing remark. I hardly expected him to actually find it.

And yet.

Days later, he returned—with the plant in hand.

He had scoured the valley, dragged Elrohir and Elladan into his search, and he had found it. The very one I had named. And the proud little smile he wore as he presented it to me was so unbearably triumphant that I had no choice but to honor my word.

Thus began my reluctant role as Estel’s poetry instructor. And though he was no natural scholar (his handwriting, to this day, remains a crime against script), he poured himself into every lesson with that same stubborn enthusiasm.

And when he finally managed to compose his first proper verse in Quenya? Oh, the smugness. The sheer, unbearable satisfaction on his face. He recited it to anyone who would listen—Elrond, the twins, Glorfindel, the unfortunate stable hands who had done absolutely nothing to deserve being subjected to the poetic ramblings of a mortal child.

And yet. And yet. I was proud.

[anxiteyandsleep]

Oh the fun I can have with this so. Human Rivendell gaurd - (us) male. Likes either Elrond/Elladan/lindir/glorfindel depending on who you like more BUT due to being human homophobia exists where we were raised. So opening about our feelings is a no no no. Basically a fic about confronting that and woowww happy ending

Okay so I do not know enough about Elladan and Glorfindel, at one point I did but my memory is shit so💀 I picked Elrond, though maybe I'll write something similar for Lindir later👀 Also did it more with the reader struggling with "i wish he was a girl" / internalized homophobia. This ends more with a promise of a future relationship

Hope you enjoy!

Lord Elrond was beautiful, the way his brown hair flowed down his back, his soft smile, his compassion for others. It was all so beautiful, (name) found himself admiring the elf regularly. When he was on night duty, his thoughts were filled with the brunette elf, his dreams plagued by fantasies of what they could be. If it wasn't for one problem - Elrond wasn't a woman.

(name) had no problem with others pursuing same sex relationships, there's never any judgement but... When it came to him, he felt as though it was wrong. Forbidden. Because where he was raised, it very much was. So (name) pushed his feelings down as much as possible, trying to ignore the warm feeling that built it's way up whenever Lord Elrond glanced his way

It was a dark, chilled night, (name) was keeping watch near Lord Elronds library. It was quite, nothing was happening so (name) allowed his thoughts to wander for a moment. Thinking back to the time he had been injured by an orc, the worried expression in Lord Elronds eyes as he approached, the way his warm, gentle hands tended to his bleeding leg, the soft elvish he whispered that (name) had no understanding of. That moment was when (name) realized he was falling in love and it made him feel sick

"(Name), good to see you. Taking the night watch again?" Lord Elronds voice cut through the memories, snapping (name) back to reality. Lord Elrond was leaving the library, book in hand. "I worry, humans should sleep during the night, not stay up standing in a hallway that does not need guarding" He hummed, stepping closer to the human guard, keen eyes looking him up and down. (name) couldn't bring himself to speak, a strange feeling overwhelming him. A mix of desire and shame bubbling inside of him.

"You're troubled, what is on your mind?" Elrond questioned with furrowed brows, gently resting his hand on (name)s shoulder and leading him back into the library for a private place to talk.

(name) had no idea what to say, men weren't supposed to talk like this, not about their feelings or what troubles them, at least not where he was raised. On top of that, how was he supposed to explain to his Lord that he was extremely conflicted about falling for him?

"It's nothing, my Lord Elrond, I'm just chilled. That is all" (name) lied and he knew it was painfully obvious. Elronds arched brow only confirmed his worries that Elrond saw right through it. However Elrond walked over to the tea tray and poured a cup, steam rising from the hot liquid. "It is a cold night, here, drink up"

(Name) took the cup from Elronds hand, feeling the warmth through his gloves. "Thank you, that is very kind" he whispered, softly blowing on the tea before taking a sip. It was delicious and did help his nerves, if only a little.

"now, what is truly troubling you?" Elrond questioned after a long silence, sitting down on a chair tucked away in the corner near a window, the moonlight flowing in and making him look all the more beautiful.

"i..." (name) started, struggling to find the right words. Lying again wouldn't work, Elrond will only see right through it and question again later on. "I'm sorry i....just wish you were different... I wish I could love someone else so it would be easier" (name) admitted, his voice barely above a whisper and cracking slightly as he struggled to hold back the tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He didn't dare look at Elrond, eyes glued to the floor beneath his feat

The silence from Elrond felt painfully long. Then a warm, gentle hand tilted (name)s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "there is nothing wrong with how you love, Meleth nín." He reassured softly. "I understand that you were raised to think differently, but here there is no judgement for genuine love"

(name) tried to speak, muttering something to disagree but Elrond quietly shushed him. "I love you too, though if you are not ready to accept it, I will wait until you're ready." Elrond pressed a soft kiss to (name)s lips, it was tender and brief, a promise of what's to come later on. "Sleep, I will have someone else takeover for the night."

[shewhowas39]

pairing: Astarion x f!durge (June)/OC fic summary: in which Astarion's nice, simple plan crumbles when he falls for a neutral good cinnamon roll of a divination wizard who may or may not be a Bhaalspawn.

chapter title: lovely chapter summary: in which we take a deep dive into Astarion's trauma... and also he behave like a cat later. content warnings: discussion of past trauma, discussions of dissociation, self-blame/self-loathing related to trauma, fire

A/N: this one is heavy in the first part, because it deals with Astarion's trauma, but it does balance out a bit in the second half with some catstarion.

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A memory from the clearer part of the night comes back to him as he looks at her. What was it she had called him?

“Please, stacivae, let me touch you.” 

Stacivae. 

The word is clearly Elvish, though he can’t remember its meaning. Cazador forbade his spawn from speaking anything but Common, too afraid of them keeping secrets from him, afraid of them doing anything he didn’t understand. Which meant Astarion had been cut off from his native tongue two hundred years ago. 

He remembers the basics. The words you’d here on the street of a mostly human city like Baldur’s Gate. Words like “hello,” “goodbye,” “please,” and “thank you.” And the occasional obscenity, of course. But the rest of the language is like a long forgotten dream. He knows he knew it once, but it’s been lost to him now. 

Yet another thing the monster took from him. 

Astarion doesn’t stop moving until the sun begins to rise over the trees. He lets his pacing slow and then falter, turning to the east to watch the golden rays of light stretch like grasping fingers across the blue sky. 

At least he has this. He has no idea for how long, but for now, he has the sun. He closes his eyes, letting the light warm his bare skin.

He hadn’t loved the sun so much when he was alive. He’d taken it for granted, as most people do, but he’d also seen it as an annoyance at times. He had to take precautions to avoid sunburn, a hazard of a star elf’s pale skin. Now, though, he almost wishes he could sunburn. Because only the living can sunburn. And it’s far preferable to actually burning. 

He’ll never take the sun or its warmth for granted again. Of that Astarion is certain. ch the way the morning lights June’s

[numberonetrashwitch]

Shorter Headcannons, partially based on cannon

only Origin Characters, not really spoilery, mainly based on their actual character sheets (bc i wanted to thank Larian, so i bought the special edition)

Color-coded bc i know how this fandom works Lae'zel, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart, Gale, Astarion, Halsin

Lae'zel and Wyll commit to some fighting practice when they're left in camp

Gale, as the main cook, prepares native dishes from water deep (lentil and bunny stew, cheesy bread, all while using the totally legit foodomancy)

Astarion getting up in the middle of the night, he says to "keep watch" but everyone secretly knows that he wants to do his hair, brush his teeth etc.

Lae'zel offering to hunt & Astarion offering to drink the blood of the game to "make it less messy to dissect it" and Lae'zel refusing

Shadowheart sneaking away to think/talk to herself, basically keeping an internal diary

Gale innitially refusing to talk to Astarion because he knew something was off, but later finding him trying to make conversation with Astarion again as they both know quite a bit of magic / Gale cannonically being too curious for his own good

Wyll and Astarion peacocking at every possible opportunity, to the point they have a fencing match over something stupid (and everyone looking at them like "well if you wanna 'swordfight' why can't you two just get in a tent and have it over with?)

Karlach waking everybody (except Lae'zel and Astarion) sweetly and making coffee (don't know why, i see her as an early riser?)

Wyll innitially refusing to take Astarion take watch, but one evening they have a heart-to-heart about Wyll needing more Rest than Astarion

Gale trying to meditate, under the guidance of Halsin and utterly failing bc he either sees Mystra and shuts down, or because he get's to excited

Karlach and Astarion playing Dice, with him trying to rig the game, but Karlach being too aware (she has them in their inventory)

Shadowheart, Lae'zel and Gale playing chess (Lae'zel has it in their inventory) and Shadowheart outmanouvering Gale by distracting him

Halsin whittling custom spoons and bowls for everyone, as a sign of admiration / thanks

Shadowheart and Gale discussing their connection to their gods, healing and alchemy

Wyll and Karlach bonding over their fighting-stories and favorite bard-songs

Shadowheart and Astarion acting above them all but being two of the fiercest protectors of the Group (though both wouldn't admit it and play it off agressively)

The group agreeing that Wyll should do the supply-run, as he is the most charismatic (and no one trusts Astarion around money)

Karlach, who always wanted a dog, training Scratch

Halsin sleeping with the Owlbear Cub in his tent

Gale receiving letters from other Wizards, inquiring not just about his whereabouts but random - arcane - questions

IF you romance Astarion as an elf, him speaking to you in elvish thinking that nobody else in camp is able to understand it -with Shadowheart (who also speaks elvish) evesdropping

IF you romance Karlach you'll wake up some day with a teddy bear next to you, you know it's her's so you'll ask her why she gave it to you, with her saying "Sounds like you had a bad dream Solider, so i asked Clive to protect you"

IF you romance Halsin, you'll randomly being invited to a night stroll where he shows you cool mushrooms, glowing bugs and beautiful flowers - he'll also making you flower crowns

IF you romance Wyll, he'll talk to you about his favorite dances, stories and asking you what you think of them (because they are actually fables and he asks you for your opinion)

IF you romance Lae'zel, she'll sharpen your weapon, collect things useful for you and offer to carry part of your load

IF you romance Gale he'll offer to read some of his poetry to you. Some of it is uneccessarily verbose, or needs context / refinement, but there are definately some very good works in-between

IF you romance Shadowheart, she'll pray for you and makes progressively more jokes, and a lot of them are suprisingly good?

[bennidraws]

11, 14, 17 for tav asks!! for whichever character (perhaps both 👀) you wanna do!

hello, love, thank you so much!!! <33

11. What is your Tav’s most used weapon or spell? 

Both my men are archers, tho Rosio prefers stronger longbows (sturdy and equipped with blades, so he can use it as a melee weapon when the situation is really dire... dude is out there hunting monsters, he gotta be extra about it 😭) and aside from this he uses hunting knives!

Rosio really doesn't like magic and the only kind of spells he's using on regular basis are Speak with animals and summoning spells for his dog pack ahaha

Lucis is a shortbow user (contrary to Rosio he likes his weapon very light.. and ornate. Because he likes pretty things 💀). I don't think he would normally bother with another weapon to carry, but in game I really love Phalar Aluve.. it sings!!!!!! So bardcore !!!!!!!

Aside from turning magic into music and sounds, he prefers lightning and thunder magic, because of his family heritage (his father is a really powerful storm sorcerer). And it sounds really dope combined with his lyre!! (go, boy, give us fantasy rock)

14. Does your Tav know any other languages besides Common? 

Rosio was never much for studying, but after leaving his hometown and gaining his own freedom (and not being Forced to learn), he would probably dip his toes into learning Infernal, purely because of his tiefling heritage. He's not crazy obsessed but he knows some basics.

He also most likely understands Elvish, because he was growing up in an elven town. He never bothered speaking it tho.

Living in a pretty strict and prideful elven society Lucis' Elvish is probably more perfect and natural than his Common language 🤔 But he's really smart and flexible, he could definitely learn other languages really well too, just doesn't feel the need for it.

17. Which of the companions does your Tav distrust most?

Answered in a prev ask, but abridged version:

Funnily enough it took him the longest to trust Astarion 💀 Rosio was convinced he was the object of his manipulation basically till the "I love you" moment (and even more funnily enough, Rosio was willingly subjecting himself to that manipulation, being the self sabotaging, masochistic idiot that he is).

If Rosio knew Wyll, he wouldn't buy into his whole good boy hero shtick. He doesn't believe there are this kind-hearted people out there 😔 (But he's absolutely self projecting lol, the whole "how could you turn so kind when people wronged you so... and why I wasn't capable of it")

Lucis trusts Gale, but considering he's his lover, it's a tad more complicated 💀 It means the absolute world for Lucis that Gale would basically move mountains for him, but there's also.. Mystra 💀 That would be the source of his insecurities and a bit of trust issues (which, tbh, is pretty selfish, boy!!!! It's not like you're completely over your ex lmfaooo 😭)

(And if Lucis traveled with Astarion, it wouldn't even be a case of distrust, that would be a wholeass circus-level hatred... They're two peacocks, and in certain ways dangerously similar... Kill bill sirens blasting in the distance... And that's without the current-lover/ex-lover of Rosio dynamic 💀)

[yuelaos-codex]

2, 4, 9, 13, 17, 21, 24, 27 and 31 for selene and astarion

THANK YOU MADAME HUHU 🥹🥹

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI? 

Their relationship started off as what you could say fubus but one night Selene realized she was looking forward to their pillow talk more than the sex. As for Astarion, he slowly fell for her.

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other? 

He loves her freckles. They’re scattered all over her body and he likes tracing his fingertips against them.

Selene loves his eyes. So expressive.

9. How open are they with their feelings?

There’s no point on hiding how each other feels ever since she became a vampire too. I went behind the vampire bride/Dark Kiss theory for them, so they can read each other’s minds basically. They have telepathic shit going on between them 🙃

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

The only time that they were away from each other was during their breakup. And they missed each other. Terribly. (Insert Top 5 Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms After a Breakup 💀)

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

Selene writes an abominable amount of songs about him. He provides her basically anything that she wants. At one point they move to Waterdeep because she feels more at home there. (Which was only a half truth, the other half being that she knew that living in the Szarr Palace was only making him worse). Besides, Waterdhavian galas are on a different level!

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple? 

Healthy? No. Not at all 😭 (oof) but they fulfill each other’s desires like no one else can. They have the obsessive type of love. 🫣

24. Is there any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt? 

Throughout their journey, Selene gave Astarion torn pages from her journal containing some sketches of him with little poems scattered about. He has kept them in his breast pocket ever since.

They also speak elvish when they’re alone together which I think is so cute. Selene gets to speak in her mother tongue while Astarion gets a way to connect with his past life.

26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story? 

Well, her life’s trajectory completely changed because of him so I would say it’s the most important thing. He’s her muse. She’d rather stay in a toxic relationship (is she even aware of it?) with him than lose all her inspiration. (oof part 2)

31.Share anything you would like about the couple!

I have like 4 endings for them HAHAHAH but let me discuss my canon (tragic) ending for them:

In the end, while the way they view each other is unhealthy, they’re actually pretty happy. They both got what they initially wanted: Selene finally in the upper class circles while making music, and Astarion with immense power and control. They themselves could have been something more of course, but sadly they’re forever stuck dancing in a snow globe that they built for themselves. (Well, anything could happen when you have an eternity tho)

[themuseinthewoods]

Chapter sixteen: And then she was home again

(the masterlist)

A/N: Yes, Tenya has tattoos (lots of them) but she’s a fun oc and I think tattoos are cool and elves are cool so why not combine them? Tenya’s tattoos look like this.  Wotcher is British slang which basically means greeting, so whatever it is in elvish. 

It was a great relief for Amira to ride into Rivendell again. Greeted by Erestor and Lord Elrond she hugged the cranky advisor, despite his dislike of hugs. To lord Elrond, she began to bow but the elven lord slowly opened his arms and Amira, gasped with joy and hugged him as well. “So, you have experienced battle, warrior child.” Elrond stated after she pulled away. “I can see you are not fond of the feeling.” “I’m glad I could help them. I feel fulfilled……but seeing the elves, the dwarves, the men, all dead. It hurt.”

Glorfindel was the next to greet her with a mixture of pride and concern, messages from the woodland realm had arrived and the elven king had complimented her fighting and diplomacy skills. They spent a lot of time discussing the events of the battle. “You were right. It’s nothing like tales.” “I’m sorry that you had to experience such a war at such a young age. I expected if you ever had to participate in battle we would be slaying goblins and that I would’ve been at your side. You were so brave and so foolish that you attempted to fight a foe you knew you could not face alone, simply to save your friends. Not the smartest decision, but certainly the bravest one.” “They would have died if I had not done something.” “And how do you know that?” Lord Elrond asked, his voice was sharper than before. Amira stayed silent. She could not explain the strange dreams she sometimes had or the feelings she got before events.

The two lords looked over the girl who was now fidgeting with her rings. “Erestor is furious!” Linder came rushing in, clearly flustered. “Did you really get a dwarvish tattoo?” Amira had been staring at her hands frozen, her eyes widened. “Glithoniel, what did you do?” Elrond already knew, after all he had foreseen it and didn’t really care. “I only got a few…” “Oh Amira.” Linder said, sitting down in shock and panic. She hurriedly pulled up her pant leg to show them the dragon on her ankle. “And some flowers…” Erestor came bursting in, he had definitely heard her. “On my back and shoulder.” She finished before hiding behind Glorfindel to escape the glare of her brother. “You got dwarven tattoos?!” Erestor was already angry she had been ‘fraternizing’ with dwarves. “I can get an elven one!” She peered around Glorfindel timidly. “An excellent idea!” Glorfindel stood and placed an arm around her protectively and guided her out of the room. “Come Erestor. Since it means so much to you you should witness it.” It was a slow process. Few elves get tattoos and so it is mostly for humans but the shop was still a little slow and the tattoo artist was slightly out of practice but still managed to make something beautiful.

Amira’s last sibling, Tenya, couldn’t care less as she had many elven tattoos herself. Amira admitted to herself at later dates that she knew Tenya would have stood up for her, even against Erestor. Tenya might have had lower rank to the others in Amira’s chosen family but she was who taught Amira to have the sort of guts to threaten a king like Thorin. Tenya was a good caregiver, very much a big sister who was always trying to look out for her sister. Tenya had insisted Amira let her check her over and the elf healed her smaller scrapes and bruises always sustained while traveling. 

Amira showed her father more of Rivendell, teaching him how to read the books in elvish in the library. She found it quite entertaining when he attempted to speak in older forms of elvish. Amira had learned elvish as a mix of all the languages and all the slang she knew simply from speaking the language for so long.

They sat for many hours in the gardens. Amira weaving flower crown after flower crown in increasingly more complicated designs, giving them to her elven friends as they passed and trying not to get frustrated with the outdated form of elvish her father was insisting on learning. She could tell he was even more confused when she greeted Elrohir and Elladan, who were walking very quickly. “Wotcher!” She called over standing to give them the flower crowns she had made them. “My dad is trying to learn the very old version of elvish so forgive him if his speech is a wee bit outdated.” Elladan nodded, accepting the crown as it was pretty usual for her to make them flower crowns.

“Greetings mister baggins.” He said, his silver voice made Bilbo stare up at the six foot three inch elves. He was used to being towered over, he was only four foot one inch, tall for a hobbit. “Please, distinguished son of my lordly host, refer to me by the monacure of Bilbo.” Amira gave Elladan a ‘I told you so’ look as Elrohir put his hand so hard over his mouth to suppress the laughter that he almost suffocated himself.

“You’re doing great Papa.” She patted his head affectionately. “Don’t you have to speak with Gandalf?” “I informed you already blood sharer, move your mouth in the speaking ways of elves. But yes, I must bid thee farewell.” The three watched as the hobbit walked out of sight and waited till they were sure he was out of earshot to say anything.

Elrohir burst with laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. “Oh, be quiet.” Amira crossed her arms looking vexed. “He refuses to accept help and wants to learn from books!” Elladen nodded sympathetically, having read the same book Bilbo was attempting to learn from. “What were you two hurrying away from?” She spoke softly in the common tongue, glancing around the floral garden curiously.

“Erestor is after us.” Elrohir, suddenly serious, remembered what was going on prior to their meeting. “Someone fell asleep in the library and knocked something over and got tea and crumbs on a book.” “You’re the one that brought them into the library.” Elladan hissed, paranoia returning. “I see. Well then, if I am going to help you then you best follow.” Amira knew the best places to hide from Erestor all too well and as she led her friends out of the gardens and up through the stairs she purposefully walked through the halls and to a quiet and decorated corridor telling the tale of Isilder, where the shards of the sword lay on a pedestal, held by the statue of a woman of white marble.

A young man was inside, sitting on a bench, reading a book. Amira looked slightly longer than considered normal at the wavy brown hair, and blue eyes of the young man. “You sure he won’t find us here?” Elrohir asked doubtfully. “Never found me here yet, just go down that away and he’ll never follow you. I came here much when I was very young.” She walked to look closely at the familiar paintings to pass the time. Elrohir and Elladan hurried down the passageway. “You are no elf.” The man stated in a smooth, masculine voice that suited him perfectly and Amira’s head whipped around in surprise, though she quickly recovered. “Neither are you.”

They stared at each other for several moments. “What is your name?” He questioned, in the common tongue this time. “My elvish name or my common name?” She tilted her head slightly to the right, her hair swayed with her like a certain in the breeze. The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise, closing his book to take a good look at her. Amira was wearing a dress (an unusual occurrence because of the impracticality of them for her usual daily activities). It was a simple white dress that showed her tattoos and with soft, comfortable white shoes. If he had seen her around before, it was not like this. Her eyes were still lined, and her jewelry was still on her wrist and hand, he could have known her from that.

“If I may ask your elvish name? For I can only give you my elvish name in return.” She smiled mysteriously.  “I am Gilthoniel. And you?” “Estel.” Amira felt waves of recognition washed over her. “I ran into you as a small child, in this very room.” He stood up and came closer to her, confusion evident. “How is that possible?” “I was a seven year old who was exploring. I don’t expect you to remember it, as it happened ten years ago, but I was told to apologize and I remember your name.” “Well then, it is my pleasure to meet you once again, you have blossomed into a beautiful woman.” He took her hand and kissed the top of it. She blushed in surprise and stuttered up a ‘Thank you, it was a pleasure to cross paths with you once more’ as he walked away.

(the masterlist)

[fenrisisms]

10, 24 and 25 for alas because who else would i ask abt <3

i literally just closed my reference tab of the questions u asshole... love you so much thank you for asking i will of course yap about your specialest meow meow ever for your entertainment. putting on my little jester shoes rn let's go

10. are they good horse riders?

before the inquisition? not really. he's never had much of a reason to ride a horse that wasn't trying to jump onto a wild one in competition with his brother (yes he did that while not actually knowing how to ride a horse. come and get your son in law please) but you know how he is. once the inquisition makes it clear he's expected to ride horses well. alas would rather blow himself and the entirety of skyhold up than not be good at something in front of a) solas and b) orlesians so it becomes a matter of personal pride. also he likes Critters and once the inquisition gives him a hart to ride well. you cannot tell that man shit. he has a literal manifestation of his high horse now and he WILL talk down to you from it.

which is to say he's never gonna be doing dressage or anything but he's adept. well. at least he is now.

24. what languages can they speak?

obviously he's got that trade tongue SWAG and he can speak elvish, he's also pretty familiar with starkhaven slang thanks to those clan soran roots, but aside from that he doesn't really speak anything else. he does start learning tevene when he and dorian get together but dorian knows it's just so he can read tevinter texts so he can find out what dalish history they might be hiding in there. he is not fooled into thinking this is a romantic gesture.

25. what did they plan for their life to look like before the events of the game happened?

my guy had a pretty solid grasp on exactly who he was and what he wanted from life. alas is pretty heavily defined by a thirst for knowledge, and in particular to arm the dalish with knowledge. he has immense pride in his heritage and love for his people, and the way he feels he serves them best is by discovering new things and bringing new information to them so that they can grow and change.

pretty much he knew the keeper wasn't really on her way out any time soon, and now that he's an adult who she doesn't have to worry too much about babysitting anymore, the plan was that she would train a second and a third and he would go off seeking knowledge of their history and spend some time as a lone keeper before returning to the clan. his first stop was meant to be the forests of arlathan and then he was going to join up with some of his friends from clans who roam rivain to basically go do some archaeology there but when the keeper heard about the conclave she sent word to him to change direction and go there instead. so there he went.

and while part of that was kind of based on his own desires, a bigger part of it was also that the clan was having troubles with templars sniffing around their mages, and alas was worried that his own little sister would manifest her magic, so the line of thinking was that if he left for a bit that might take the heat off them a little, especially since he's uh. liable to pick fights with templars. anyway aside from his Job and nerd hunting i don't know that he really put much consideration into whether he wanted a partner or a family, but even if he didn't plan for it his relationship with dorian & arihs and their children are so important for him that even though he mourns the idea of that life sometimes he would never ever change it because if he did then he never would have met his husbands! and he wouldn't have had his beautiful children! and he could simply not live in a world where that didn't happen

[fortitudina]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Prince Castaelar Tiadeth Aleanundlin NICKNAME: Cas, Cassie, Caster, Prince, Brother, Son, Your Highness, Sir, Master AGE: 137 BIRTH DATE: 8th June GENDER: Male SPECIES: Sun Elf ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual RELIGION: Arshalarian ( God - Arshalaril - Sun God ) SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Elvish CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: High-end apartment in LA & Ulleanundin OCCUPATION: Dominant & Crowned Prince

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: • Eilmahther Aleanundlin • Amataevar Aleanundlin SIBLINGS: • Kerlarin Aleanundlin SIGNIFICANT OTHER: • Lucien Morningstar / verse dependent CHILDREN: • • FRIENDS: • Dantanian Daeva • Aeshma Daeva • Koralitahl • Aster OTHER CONNECTIONS: • Eris Ferguson • The Malikovs • Cooper Hemming

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: grey-blue HAIR COLOUR: Dirty blonde HEIGHT: 6’1” BODY BUILD: Mesomorph TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: Elven mage’s mark upon his shoulder. NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: Scars upon his torso from where a past lover attempted to kill him.

POWERS & ABILITIES

POWERS: • Elven Magic • Energy Constructs • Elementumkinesis • Animation • Summoning • Telekinesis • Teleportation • Photokinesis • Accelerated Regeneration • Superhuman Strength • Superhuman Speed • Superhuman Stamina • Superhuman Durability • Superhuman Agility • Superhuman Reflexes ABILITIES: • Ability to bind others to a wall or floor by forming ropes with his magic • Can sing to a good level • Proficient in Hand-to-hand combat • Proficient swordsman WEAKNESSES: • Celestial / Fae weaponry • Dark Elves • Aging

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

PHOBIAS: Dipsophobia MENTAL DISORDERS: - WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: -

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENFP-A ( Assertive Campaigner ) MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral INTELLIGENCE: Highly intelligent LIKES: • Listening to those he dominates • Wine • Animals • Singing DISLIKES: • People who drink excessively • Being called “Little Elf” DISPOSITION: Despite being a dominant, Castaelar is often seen as a cheerful being who is always eager and happy to help those who are in need. EXTRAS: ~

BIOGRAPHY

TW: Abuse, Stabbing, Alcohol addiction

Castaelar is the eldest child of King Eilmahther and Queen Amataevar Aleanundlin. He has always been raised to prepare him to take over the throne of his father one day; taught how to speak eloquently; to have proper etiquette; to hold himself correctly. But there has always been one thing about Castaelar that even his father could not finely tune.

He would spend every minute he could as a boy, learning with the High Mage of the realm and perfecting his magic in a way his parents never could. He would show his younger sister, Kerlarin all that he’d been taught; make her animals that danced through the air with the mist of his magic and watch as the joy-filled her features.

As he grew older, Castaelar began to learn more about himself and began to adventure more. He covered most of his realm at first. Many could say it was a Royal tour, but Castaelar just wanted to get away from the royal city as much as he could. He first began to delve into a new side of life during his adventures. He never needed to earn money to pay his way, everyone knew who he was by face alone, but that did not mean that he did not begin to find the more hidden parts of the realm ~ the parts that were for the more fruity of ventures. This was where Castaelar first began to find enjoyment in being dominant. He found great pleasure in pleasuring others and asserting control. Perhaps it came from having little control in his home life with his father but, this was freeing.

He saw to making being a dominant a full-time role for himself and, after returning home, he very quickly began to venture to Earth. He took on the look of a handsome human instead of a Sun Elf. Blending in was easy enough, as was finding submissives who needed pleasuring. He even became known in the area that he took to conducting his business, befriending Dantanian, a fellow dominant. The two became friends over the years and learned a lot about one another, including what they really were.

During a period when he returned home to his realm, Castaelar fell in love. The elf was beautiful and at first, she appeared lovely. However, as the relationship went on, things became more strained. Castaelar would often find himself coming home to an empty home or to her having spent the day drinking and intoxicated. It had begun to feel like the relationship was incredibly one-sided, with Castaelar putting in all the effort and her never being pleased about it. He tried to confront her one day when she came home drunk, however, rather than being rational, she grabbed a knife from their kitchen and lunged at him. He ended up stabbed in the torso several times before he could bind her with his magic and get out of the house. He ran to his father who immediately called for the guard to retrieve the woman whilst the healer saw to helping Castaelar tend to his wounds. Ultimately, the woman was imprisoned, far away from any contact with other elves aside from the guard.

Eilmahther decided from that point that Castaelar would benefit more from being the relationship between their realm and Earth, allowing his son to be free to go wherever he pleased and agreed with him, after a conversation that Kerlarin should also be taught the correct ways of conduct to perhaps become queen should she choose to. Now, Castaelar has his own home both in his realm and on Earth ~ a high-end apartment in Los Angeles, along with his own BDSM club there.

[soraavalon]

DM: It's pretty sparse in here, they tried to make it nice there's a nice runner down the aisle. There's fine platter ware on the altar that has, again, basic food offered. There probably would be something of the Veiled Serpent but I'm trying to decide what that would be... It's probably just the symbol is embossed on the podium where the two Yuan-Ti are currently talking and on the altar underneath the dragon. Nathaniel: Cool. I'm gonna have him do what I do whenever I'm in a church and he's gonna  look up at the ceiling. DM: Oh, alright. It is a wooden ceiling with rafters. It's pretty simple but it is bolted in a way where Vanessa and Lussier the priest are standing, their hissing does kind of echo. It's kind of eerie actually. Their voices carrying to the back of the chapel and... *to self* would there be a skylight? Probably not. No probably not. Yeah, it's a pretty simple church building. Nathaniel: That's fair. DM: But yeah, if you look around long enough you could find these serpentine design work in the filigree of some of the clockwork and in some of the etchings around the windows and things. Nathaniel: Neat. DM: Yeah. Eudora: Are there any materials like hymnals, that sort of thing lying around? Or tucked away in the backs of pews? DM: There probably are, yeah. Thought it's not a thick book of hymnals, but it is these well-loved pamphlets that you can kind of thumb through. One half has this parse to parse Draconic, you could figure out what the symbols probably should be and on the opposite page a Common translation. Eudora: Interesting. I'm gonna take the opportunity to practice my Draconic. Yeah. DM: Yeah. Eudora: To test myself like how much can I accurately translate or how close is my interpretation to the translation on the opposite page. DM: Yeah, you can easily sit there and entertain yourself with that. Hunt, anything? Hunt: Well she is inside the chapel and I guess she's just keeping an eye on Vanessa. DM: Okay. Moriarty (OOC): I have a question for Hunt. Hunt (OOC): Ye? Moriarty (OOC): Out of character, can you read their lips? Hunt (OOC): If they're speaking Yuan-Ti, no she cannot 'cause she can't understand the language. Moriarty (OOC): Gotcha. I forgot what languages you knew and didn't know. Hunt (OOC): Definitely not Yuan-Ti. DM: Unfortunately, yeah, unfortunately you'd have to cast Tongues if you want to understand. Hunt (OOC): Yeah, she can only speak Common, Infernal, and now Elvish. Moriarty (OOC): I mean, that's still good considering.... I don't have anything else. DM: Okay. whomst: [in chat] althea is playing duolingo

[snowstark]

i loooooove the dragon with the sexy voice hehehehe - 🐇

HSJSKS SMAUG aka mister benadryl cucumber patch 🤪✌️

[wordbunch]

how the hobbits look after you when you’re sick...

a/n: slightly modified the request by miss @starlady66 so it’s a teeny bit more general. hope y’all like it, let me know about it 💗💗💗 and maybe I’ll do one the other way round, a.k.a. reader looking after them; depends on my time and inspiration... And do you wanna read it👀😁 enjoy 😘

🍃 SAM 🍃

he absolutely goes mother-hen mode and we all knew that already

checks a hundred times if you’re cold, too hot, if your pillows are fluffed perfectly, do you have enough blankets, are you burning up, do you want to eat, drink something?

whatever it is that you need, he’s there

sometimes he even overwhelms you with the questions, but you know he means well and just wants to help

he obviously knows a lot about plants and he knows what tea (or any other herbal thingy) can make you feel at least slightly better

and don’t even get me started on how he makes the most delicious food and wants to feed you all the time so you get healthy and strong again

he can get fussy but he hates it so much when you’re not feeling well

however, you sometimes just want him to keep you company and hold you close - his cuddles are the best, it’s not only his food and drinks that make you feel better

he will cuddle you whenever you ask, he will play with your hair, tell you stories in a quiet, calming voice, whatever helps you relax and take your mind off of pain

very optimistic, he will cheer you up whenever needed, and he also knows that you have to get better soon under his attentive care

🍃  FRODO 🍃 

he would need a bit of time to notice that something’s a bit off with you, because he’s in his head a lot, but as soon as he figures you’re not at 100%, he basically drags you to bed

will want you to tell him what you want and what you think will help, he’s scared of doing something wrong and accidentally making you feel worse (A BABY)

on the outside he’s being very chill and logical, but on the inside he’s actually super worried, even if it’s a very minor cold, or a headache, or just a little bit of a cough

if he knows elvish, maybe he also knows some elvish healing methods or potions or teas?

if he doesn’t, he would try to dig something up from all the books

that would actually help a lot, or maybe it’s just your mind playing a trick on you since you know how much effort he put into it (BABY)

if you crave any specific food, he’ll make sure to get it or make it, if you want the room to be dark in order to be more comfortable, no problem at all, too!

when you’re feeling a bit better, he would entertain you by playing simple games together, like riddles, or some cards, because he won’t let you out of the house right away, but still knows you’re bored

he cannot wait for you to be all healthy again because he’s stressed

but overall he’s very attentive, very helpful, and you’re thankful for all of it

🍃  PIPPIN 🍃 

well he is pretty much lost, but worried to death, which isn’t a good combination, but it’s all out of love!!!

practically glued to your side all the time, even if it’s nothing serious - anything that is hurting you is serious enough to him (at some point you’re uncertain whether he’s not letting go of your hand because of you, or because of himself)

really appreciates it when you directly tell him what you want and need, because then he can actually go and do it and not feel useless, but he’ll try to be as fast as possible so he can return to you shortly

he’ll try to speak very quietly, almost in a whisper, so as to not startle you or cause you any further discomfort (A BABY)

maybe at some point he will ask Sam or Frodo for advice, and Sam sometimes even offers to bring over some food, because Pippin accidentally burning down the kitchen would just complicate things further

lowkey blames himself, because what if he shouldn’t have suggested going for a night walk, and then you got a cold??

what if he was singing too loudly around the house and gave you a headache??

he’ll ask if he may sit on the bed next to you or lie down with you, and you’re like??? of course???

usually he likes to sleep but he can’t when you’re not feeling good, so he will just stay awake and stroke your hair, or hold your hand as you drift off to sleep

if that is okay with you at the moment, he will ramble on about any random topic or sing any song he knows to distract you from whatever hurts

🍃  MERRY 🍃

no way you’ll get out of bed or lift a single finger as long as you’re sick, and he’s around

he’s brilliant at distracting you, if you’re waiting for your fever to go down, or you’re just cranky because of throat pain, he’s ready to make a full performance just to entertain you

he’ll try to guess what you might need, and then bring you stuff, and even if it’s not something that you needed at the moment, you don’t tell him that

he can quickly make you something to eat, but he also tries to get it done fast and come back to keeping his eyes on you

you need a massage? he’ll be more than happy to provide!

he will cuddle you as much as you want to, even if it means that he’ll catch whatever is making you sick (I guess eventually that just gives him an excuse to be babied later...), he will read to you, or you will read together in bed

but he will be the one holding the book, god forbid that you do anything even potentially physically strenuous

a few times he accidentally took a nap during your cuddle session, and then he felt super bad when he woke up, because he was supposed to be the one looking after you!

but you reassure him that it’s really okay and that he also needs to rest and relax

when you’re sleeping in, he will go and pick up random trinkets or snacks to bring you and cheer you up

[agentem]

I watched WAKANDA FOREVER again and thinking about Chadwick Boseman. Not just “he was a great actor” or “it’s awful that cancer takes people too soon.”

But about his purpose. When he died, there was an article with one of the friends that knew Mr. Boseman (it feels weird calling him Chadwick). And the friend said he selected his roles very carefully not just because it’s important for creative people to put something out there. Sometimes we put comedy out there to make people laugh or we write a memoir hoping to be seen. (Samuel L Jackson says he wants to make movies he would’ve seen as a kid, and I think he’s doing a good job with that purpose.)

The friend said Chadwick’s purpose was he wanted everything he put out into the world to have a positive effect. On the culture, on the world.

That means not just taking culturally conscious roles like Jackie Robinson and Thurgood Marshall. He also added his star power to August Wilson plays. And he took the role of T’Challa in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR because he thought it would be a positive effect on the culture to see a Black superhero.

Ahe worked really hard on it. He studied capoeira, Muy Thuy, and Tae Kwon Do for BLACK PANTHER even after he found out he had cancer. (He was diagnosed in 2016, the year CIVIL WAR came out) And if I had been in his shoes, my purpose would then become to not move unless my doctor told me to because I’d be scared of the cancer.

But positive effects on the culture was what he wanted.

Ryan Coogler said in an emotional interview about how much Mr. Boseman created Wakanda because he was the only one making decisions during CIVIL WAR. He, for example, convinced the directors T’Challa should speak to his father in an African language because “why would they speak English?”

So John Kani (the actor who played T’Chaka) taught him how to say his lines in Xhosa, Kani’s own language. He wanted it to be a real African language and not, I don’t know, Dothraki. A made up thing. And that was a decision made on that day, that had a ripple effect through the future.

Because ultimately what happened with Wakanda, was this decision to use very specific cultural reference points. Not to make it look “vaguely African” or “completely made up” but to pick a specific thing from the continent of Africa. To weave the Blanket of Wakanda with real threads, that maybe don’t go together or wouldn’t be in this region, but have some real world inspiration.

More African Americans tried to learn Xhosa after BLACK PANTHER. Maybe it’s not the “correct” language for the place Wakanda is supposed to occupy on the fake map. People are connecting to a real culture that may have been ripped from them by Slavery. Maybe. (And, at the very least, also not paying Disney for a fake Wakanda dictionary like LORD OF THE RINGS have to buy for Elvish.)

That is something positive that Chadwick Boseman put out into the culture. He did that.

And it rippled out to a lot of African artists who were used for the cast and crew.

And then they have those people, who can make a Wakanda real, already on staff when they have to do it again for WAKANDA FOREVER.

Chadwick Boseman’s ripples will keep going out until all the cultures have a Marvel superhero, I think. The success of BLACK PANTHER allowed for things like SHANG CHI and MS MARVEL to be maid. (Also helped CAPTAIN MARVEL, I should add but that was already in production.)

Not only that but he’s having such a positive effect on some artists who were close to him. Coogler again talked about how he basically “had” to cast Letitia Wright as Shuri because she was the only one who could make him smile a “Chadwick Boseman” smile (lots of teeth) and not just a T’Challa (regal, restrained) smile.

And Chadwick’s positive ripples have made Letitia Wright a leading lady.

Chadwick’s ripple might get Angela Bassett the Oscar, which would make me happy in the future and Make Amber Ruffin feel positive in 1993.

I know Black people have asked to see fewer white people’s thoughts on Mr Boseman.

But, man, I have to say. If you wanted to put positive into the culture, man. You did it.

[vee-vee-writes]

Request: Tutoring (Elrond x fem!reader)

Request: "Can I request for Lord Elnord x human fem reader? Maybe she is trying too learn Elvish but is hard for her. So Elrond offers to help her in any way possible. She asks him for words like "my love" "sweet heart" and soft words seen only in couples. Something that Elrond found strange since he did not know that his one had a partner. This makes him sad and above all curious to know who he is. Only to learn that she was trying to learn these words so that she could confess her love for him."

"Give it up Arwen, it's hopeless. I'll never learn Elvish" (Y/N) sulked. "Don't give up, it just takes time. You'll get it eventually; I know you will" Arwen comforted. "What's this I hear? (Y/N) is trying to learn elvish?" a voice questioned from the doorway. (Y/N's) eyes snapped to the doorway where she found Elrond resting comfortably up against the frame. "Trying and failing" (Y/N) embarrassedly admitted, "I asked Arwen to teach me." Elrond nodded with a warm smile, gliding into the room with all the grace in the world. (Y/N) had been found outside of the Hidden Valley, passed out and severely injured. Since her recovery she had stuck around, a welcome guest invited to live in the noble’s household for as long as they wished to remain.

"Adad, you have far more experience at teaching people how to speak elvish. You taught my brothers and I. Perhaps you could give (Y/N) some lessons?" Arwen suggested. Elrond nodded with a slight smile. "That's a good idea. If Y/N would like that of course?" the lord inquired. "Only if you don't mind. I don't want to be a bother" (Y/N) shyly answered. "You're never a bother. We enjoy having you around" Elrond affectionately replied.

"Here, adad. You can have my seat and I'll leave you two to it." With that Arwen was up and out of her seat heading towards the door. Before she left, Arwen turned around and winked at (Y/N), a teasing grin on her lips. (Y/N’s) eyes were fixated on the place her Mellon (friend) had retreated. “Ready to begin” Elrond’s voice softly spoke in her ear. Startled (Y/N) ripped her eyes away from the door to her new companion. Elrond was settled closely next to her in the same fine mahogany chair his daughter had sat.

“Of course,” (Y/N) spluttered. Had Elrond seen Arwen wink at her? He seemed unaware of his child’s actions, but she couldn’t be sure. This only flustered her further, she was already embarrassed that Elrond was going to see how hopeless she was at the language. “What has Arwen taught you so far?” “Just some basic words and sentences mostly. How to ask for help from the maids or for food from the kitchens. That sort of stuff” you honestly answered. He nodded, “that’s a good place to start. We don’t want to make it too hard to quickly. Why don’t you speak a few sentences, and we’ll see how far you can get?”

—(break)—

“See, I knew you could do it!” Elrond grinned supportively. The two had been in the library for several hours by now. The sun had crept back to its cavern and the enthrall light of the moon had taken over. Candles had been lit around them and the maids had brought dinner for the two long before. Their dishes lay discarded on the table in front of them. "You're a good teacher" (Y/N) grinned. He let out a breathy chuckle.

"I…how do you say sweetheart" (Y/N) timidly asked. Elrond instantly perked up in surprise. "Melda. It means beloved" Elrond coughed, "I didn't know that you had a beloved." (Y/N) rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably, "I don't." "Then why did you want to know?" Elrond questioned perplexed. "I wanted to learn so…so that I could tell you how I feel about you in your own mother tongue" (Y/N) admitted, "I'm in love with you."

A large smile broke across the lords’ lips. The confession was a surprise, but it was not unwelcomed. "I appreciate the effort melda. My heart was broken when I thought that you had found somebody else" Elrond confessed embarrassedly. (Y/N) let out a glee-filled giggle and threw herself at him excitedly. Such a gesture was so very human and touched Elrond's heart in a way that he didn't know was possible. "I have a feeling Arwen knew before the two of us, hmm" Elrond teased. "What?!? You saw that?" (Y/N) exclaimed. "I have eyes and ears keener than you know" Elrond chaffed. "Oh, then why didn't you know about my feelings for you then, hmm?" (Y/N) ribbed back. Elrond smirked; his life had just become interesting.

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