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[fizzyxcustard]

37. Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep. -This would be lovely! Ideally Guy, please, would also be happy with Raymond. Thank you!

(I’m going to just play around here with Modern!Guy and see how it goes. If you don’t like it, then by all means let me know and I won’t use him again, and I’ll stick to the ‘normal’ Guy)

You lay in bed, shivering under the covers as a fever took hold. All day had been you slipping in and out of sleep, chills, fierce heat, banging headache, popping medication. Whenever you tried to look at the television screen or your mobile phone, the light caused searing pain behind your eyes. Everything seemed to be bothering you; light, anything touching your skin, sounds. All of your senses felt as though they were re-wired to your pain centre. 

Later on that day, just as you began to drift into another nap, your front door knocked. With a groan, you dragged yourself out of bed, pulling the blanket around yourself like a long, thick robe. You shivered and groaned as your muscles ached on your way to the front door. Dizziness set in, making you stop for a second in the hallway. You shut your eyes tight, re-gaining your balance and then proceeded to answer the door. 

You instantly felt yourself smile as you saw that all too familiar smirk. Your boyfriend, Guy, was on your doorstep, wearing his leather jacket and biker boots. You had tried to persuade him multiple times to wear brighter colours, but he brushed it all away and kept on wearing black constantly. 

“How’s my girl?” he asked. “I tried calling earlier and you didn’t answer.” 

You turned around and began to plod back inside towards your bedroom. The cool air which had come rushing in from the open door was making you shiver more uncontrollably now. “Please, just let me get back in bed,” you begged. From your head to your toes was burning hot, but any slight breeze felt like icicles. 

Guy watched you get back in bed and approached the bed. You curled up in the covers, rolling in them. 

“Can you read to me?” you asked through chattering teeth. 

“Read to you?” Guy asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, helps me relax.” 

Guy looked on in confusion. “Okay,” he replied, and then sat down on the edge of your bed, grabbing your book from the bedside table. It was the novel you were currently reading: The Silmarillion by JRR Tolkien. 

You watched Guy for a few seconds and smiled at him. You began to think back on the first time you met him, which was when he came into your old firm. He was the accountant, or so he had told the manager he was, and then a few weeks later, the firm had suddenly gone into administration and never re-opened. Guy rarely talked about his work, and you never asked because he became defensive whenever you broached the subject. 

His voice made you feel as though you were drifting on the sea, bobbing with the waves. Tingles flooded from your head down your neck and back. His voice was divine and always had this affect on you. 

Suddenly he stopped, thinking you had gone to sleep. 

“Keep talking. Your voice helps me sleep,” you insisted. 

Guy merely did as requested, giving out a little sigh. Anything for his girl. 

[simonalkenmayer]

Bullshit Bingo!

Well my friends, the time has come.

The rules for Bullshit Bingo are as follows:

1. Download one card of your choice and the numbered paper if you choose (you may make your own numbered sheet of you like)

2. Each game will last one week. So you must have the beginning and ending date written on the numbered paper

3. Each bingo square has a number corresponding to a line on the…

Thanks to tumblr users @sodapopmermaid @antigonemorris and @piggledy-higgledy for help with the cards

[watarigarasu]

Below the Surface – Chapter 3

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Reader

Word count: 2,167

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Just when you thought that waking up in a 12th century England was the worst thing that could ever happen to you, fate somehow manages to prove you that it was barely the tip of the iceberg.

Author’s note: I dedicate this chapter to @antigonemorris​ :)

➞ Masterlist

Nottingham castle was way more impressive than you imagined it to be. Even from the peak of the hill you managed to climb on, you could spot its enormous, regular shape looming at the horizon, and therefore choose the right way through the Sherwood forest to finally reach the civilization. You were way too tired to spend more time in the woods all alone, you could not find any edible plants and hunting was completely out of question, moreover, you were still not convinced about the sources of water and you needed to take a nap to regain your strength. Naturally, your plan did not include getting caught by the guards and you simply hoped that you will manage to melt into the crowd once crossing the gates. You had to try at least, otherwise you could die of exhaustion.

The closer you got, the sun seemed to be shining more and more brightly, as if it wanted to make the whole task even more difficult than it already was. Blinding light from above heated your skin and head, causing you to sweat and curse under your breath for whatever power brought you to this place. Was it some kind of curse? What did you do to deserve such a punishment?

Eventually, you slowed down when reaching the bridge leading to the main gate of the castle and looked around, curiously observing the way people looked like. Thankfully, you were not drawing any attention to yourself, dressed in simple clothes and your dirty hair and face proving that you were certainly one of the working people. If you suddenly got a stroke, there was a huge chance that nobody would even notice that and for once, you were quite glad about it for it meant that becoming invisible would be much easier than you thought.

You stopped once again when your gaze landed on the guards watching the gates and interviewing everyone who wanted to get inside of the castle. Gulping, you carefully observed and listened to how the others acted and what did they do, wanting to simply repeat their actions when it would be your turn. But first, you messed your hair a little bit more, not wishing to be recognized just yet.

Approaching the guard with a loud beating heart, you barely understood what did he told you, the nerves apparently eating you alive and the possibility of getting arrested and killed closer than ever before. Luckily, none of them recognized your face but what made you speechless for a while was the fact that they demanded a fee for passing the gate.

You did not expect that and you immediately regretted that during the last day in your home, you did not wear every single piece of jewelry you could carry. It would make you look like a Christmas tree but at least you would have a lot of goods to exchange now. Hesitantly, you offered to give them your bracelet and sighed with relief when they let you in. Apparently the news about your attack in the woods still not reached the Sheriff or perhaps he still did not give an order to arrest you—either way, luck was on your side once again and you did not want to question it.

It must have been the market day when you wandered on the main courtyard and spotted various stands full of different products, the crowd marching in between them, chatting and shouting, buying, selling and reviewing. Contrary to what you expected, it was not as dirty nor stinky as you imagined; people paying a lot of attention to their stands and the way their goods were exposed, hoping to lure as many clients as possible. In the first part of the market, you saw mostly the bakers, the different shapes, sizes and colours of bread causing your mouth to water. You would be willing to give up a lot just to take a bite through the crunchy skin and taste the soft baking but unfortunately, you were growing thin of resources. In your hidden bag you had only a pair of earrings and you knew better than to spend them of the very first thing which caught your eye—you had to be careful and prudent if you wanted to stay alive.

Behind the bakers, you walked next to the stands full of various fruits, vegetables and herbs and you stopped in front of them for a longer while, surprised by some of the products, apparently looking completely different than the ones you remembered. You did not expect a simple carrot to have so many various colours and shapes! It made you wonder how many other things would eventually manage to shock you.

You missed the stands with meats and fishes, not really wanting to spend too much time smelling the very peculiar odour and in the end, you found yourself observing the colourful fabrics, small bottles of perfumes, tools and decorations. Completely lost in the thoughts, admiring the variety of everything which surrounded you in this odd world, you almost forgot about the hunger. Somewhere in the distance you heard the horse’s hooves on the ground, the children laughing and playing at some game, and the sounds of livestock on sale. Naturally, it was hot and chaotic, but still it was nowhere near as bad as you thought.

Thank goodness, nothing like in the Monty Python.

Now, that you looked around for some time, you had to think of a plan. You managed to get into the town but it was not the end of your problems for you could not simply stay on the streets. You had to find a shelter and buy some food, since although you felt the urge to simply hide the small loaf under your skirts, having your hand cut off was the last thing you wanted to experience. Cruel or not, the brutal law certainly managed to make you rethink your choices.

It was afternoon when you finally decided to purchase a small loaf of bread—or so you thought, because apparently there was only one clock in the whole castle, the heavy, stone solar one placed in the middle of the courtyard. Observing your surroundings, paying attention to even the tiniest details, you realized how it was precisely connected to the time of church bells echoing and you took a mental note to pay more attention to them, since time seemed to not have such a significant meaning as it did in the 21st century. On the contrary, people were never in a hurry, simply doing their everyday chores and it was quite different from the ubiquitous rat race you remembered.

Walking out of the market area after leaving both of your earrings with the baker, gaining a delicious purchase and the heavy feeling of loss in your chest, you found yourself staring at the beggars, the amount of them absolutely overwhelming. The poorest of Nottingham were men, women and children, homeless and starving, reaching their hands toward you and your loaf of bread and then coming back to wait by the doors of houses of the townsmen, hoping for them to finish eating dinner so they could get the leftovers.

The sight was heart-breaking, but it did not took you a lot of time to realize that if you won’t eventually find a way back to home, you would most likely end up among them. The vision did not motivate you in the slightest and you decided to sit on the bench to eat few bites of bread before heading forward. Panic would bring you nothing, only calm and collected thinking was your chance and you took few deep breaths to soothe your nerves. Surely someone must have noticed your absence and they were looking for you, it was only the matter of time when they will find you and take you back… with what? Time machine?

You wanted to scream. It must have been a bad dream, the one you would soon wake up from, it was just too ridiculous to be real.

Sighing painfully, you looked around, hoping to find an inspiration in your sight. Considering the fact that it was market day, the merchants must have driven a long ways to sell their products and it meant that they were currently occupying free rooms in taverns or households for some price. It was a perfect opportunity for you to say that you were one of them and rent a bed or at least a place on the floor where you could rest without worrying of being assaulted or robbed. The only problem was, you had no more resources to do so and no valuable things to offer in exchange.

All you had was your wit and this shitty reality show you were stuck in.

“Good evening, sir,” you started after approaching the bar in one of the taverns. “Do you happen to still have a spare room or place for tonight?”

Barman looked at you from under his thick, messy eyebrows. It was a miracle that he could even see you from behind them.

“Only two left. You take it?”

“I would love to,” you forced a smile, thinking that this task would be way much easier if you were a good flirt or at least more charming and less tired. “There is a single ‘but’, though, and to save your time I will go straight to the point. I have no money to pay for it, all I can offer is my help behind the bar and in the kitchen, and I can do everything. I will clean this place that the walls will be crystal white, even though it is wood. I can serve food and drinks, too, just please, rent me the room and I will stay there to work for however long you want me to.”

Goodness, his eyebrows were so distracting, like a huge caterpillars. Still, you managed to say everything you wanted, the whole phrase being repeated by you in few different places before, where it was denied. You could not lose hope, not when you were so close to achieving your goal and especially not since the night fell upon the town some time ago.

The man kept frowning and his unpleasant expression made it hard for you understand when he finally said:

“Alright.”

“Alright…?”

“Alright. Did I stutter, woman? Now, grab the apron and get to work. Emma will prepare the room on the first floor.”

You would never believe that you would ever be so excited to wipe the stains of beer and wine from the floors and yet, there you were, working on your knees between the tables and thinking about how today you finally found something to be positive about. After you would finish, there will be a bed waiting for you, a peace and quiet—and you still had some bread with you to eat! Could it be better?

Contrary to what you expected, Emma was nowhere near the quiet worker of the tavern, quite the opposite, her voice was loud and harsh, cutting the air like a whip when she was shouting for the next meals to be served from the kitchen. It was surprising how the man with big eyebrows, apparently her husband, must have been the calm one in this relationship, patiently enduring her loud and somehow crude behaviour. However, you had no doubt that she must have been respected in this place for every man who crossed the threshold was slightly bowing to her, hat off.

There was a huge possibility that if they did not, she could spit in their beer.

Cleaning the floor, you felt your arms growing numb but did not stop, reminding yourself about the eventual prize—and partly being afraid to anger Emma. There was more and more customers with every passing hour and soon, the whole hall was full of people, merchants speaking in various languages, tourists travelling to Nottingham for the market day and residents who were out for some ale and discreet hazard.

Crawling on your knees under another table, the one placed at the end of the hall, you found a particularly stubborn stain which took you more time to wipe off. When you were almost done, you felt the nearby chair being pulled and then another client sat down with a quiet sigh, his long legs stretching right next to you and almost kicking you in a process. Clearly he must have not noticed you but regarding current circumstances, you considered it as your advantage and eventually swallowed the pride.

Grabbing the dirty cloth, you went out from under the table and put it in the bucket full of water, then straightened your aching back and just when you were grabbing the handle to move forward with your work, you noticed a familiar sight in the corner of your eye.

The new customer, the one who accidentally almost kicked you.

You knew him.

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[nildespirandum]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first 10 people in your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! 💕🌸✨🤗

I am all for virtual hugging these days which, since I am not a hugger in the real world, is probably a sign of the Apocalypse.  

Thank you @yespolkadotkitty, for the hug.  I can use it today.

Sending a hug out to @caffiend-queen @dangertoozmanykids101 @dianamolloy @myoxisbroken  @someillplanetreigns  @rauko-art @just-the-hiddles @archy3001 @antigonemorris @wrathkitty

If I did not mention you, please still consider yourself hugged and pass it on.

[morganaofcamelot]

Robin Hood BBC Commentary/Rant - Season 1, Episode 1 - “Will You Tolerate This?”

‘Tis the second time I’m watching the series. During my initial viewing, there were a lot of things I’ve missed, and frankly, I ignored. So I will take it step-by-step, focusing on the four main characters of the show - Robin, Marian, Guy & the Sheriff - as well as their interactions with the others. You must forgive my english, I am afraid, as it is not my first language and some things may get lost in the translation. I won’t go into much of a technical issues (camera angles, unneeded slow-mo’s, not period appropriate costumes etc, but I will mention some that caught my eye. And, expect memes and references thrown in there, cause if my life is a joke, then I will make jokes of others’ lives, too.

Fair warning: some slight cussing, I guess. Thirst over Guy of Gisborne, some distain for Marian. The usual. Enjoy, under the cut!

Oh, almost forgot! @maxkiki @antigonemorris

1.       Robin makes his heroic entrace, saving Allan A Dale. This first scene sets the tone of the series - Allan is poaching, the guardsmen are relentless and want to punish him, clever Robin has conjured a plan of smoke and mirrors. The guards actually believe that there are more than two people surrounding them. A plan that goes well, until Much opens his mouth. (I loved Much btw, but I think they sidelined him later on).

2.       Their escape and the business at the barn(?). Here, we get a better glimpse of the kind of man Robin is, the irresistible womanizer that he is, the dashing rogue! What we learn for Much is that he likes food. The daughter of the man that offered them food for labor, is taken straight out of a dance-pop music video (again, I will not go into detail, but I just had to say it, because it almost made me stop watching the first time). As Robin snogs the girl, Sarah, her father explains to Much (and us) that there’s a new sheriff in town and he is BAD. The father sees them, and goes to fight for his daughter’s honor, and Robin showcases his agility and finesse (the sword fight is silly, to say the least) and his love for flair and flirt.

3.       Locksley, at last. Sentimental Robin walks around the village, sees that the villagers are frightened. Dan Scarlett is the only one who isn’t afraid. He explains the situation even more – that Guy of Gisborne runs Robin’s estates, that he works for the sheriff, and that the punishments have been harsh for anyone stepping out of line.

4.       Fabulous Gisborne enters the scene. Nothing short of a diva, Guy of Gisborne rides into the village, inquiring about stolen flour. Now, this is where it gets interesting. Gisborne is “quiet menace” incarnate. He talks quietly, but threateningly all the same. He asks for the perpetrators, and when no one comes forth, he gives the order to take the one he had already caught back to Nottingham. This is where Robin steps in, there’s a hint that he and Gisborne know each other, but nothing more. When Robin reveals his identity, Gisborne takes it like a champ, even though he is humiliated in front of the peasants.

5.       The manor. Robin tells us that Much is a free man now. Gisborne enters the manor and welcomes Robin, saying that he ran the estate at the behest of the sheriff. Robin, for reasons unbeknownst to us, acts like a prick. Then Guy asks him about the Holy Land, and Robin replies the good old “oh, show me an argument that was ever settled with blood” and Gisborne calls him out on his bullshit, as he should. But Gisborne isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, and lets slip that he has seen Robin fight, and Robin wonders ‘where?’ Where, indeed, sir Guy? Don’t stress over it, we will learn about it somewhere further down the line. Gisborne informs Robin of the sheriff’s feast, and Robin decides to lord it over Guy, saying that he will demand the prisoners to be released. Guy says, ‘I don’t get paid enough to deal with your bullshit, take it to the sheriff’ and thus ends the confrontation.

6.       ‘She’s still unmarried’. So. Robin tells Much that he will pay a visit to the old sheriff, Much wants to get some rest, although out of obligation and love towards Robin, he concedes. Robin offers the food of the feast his servants were preparing to the villagers of Locksley, to Much’s dismay. Now, Edward of Knighton, seems like a man that has lost his mind, he doesn’t recognize Robin and behold! Marian, with a bow and arrow and ringless fingers (as Robin will comment later), telling them to go to hell. Robin tries to work his charm on her – seemingly it doesn’t work. Then it’s the ‘bless you Robin for feeding us’ scene, which is kind of wholesome and cute and I don’t mind it.

7.       They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard They’re taking the sons to Nottingham.: Sorry, I couldn’t resist the joke. Remember Dan Scarlett? His sons have been arrested for stealing that flour Gisborne made a fuss about, and so they were taken to Nottingham, to await the sheriff’s judgement. Nottingham is a shitty place, by the looks of it. Robin promises he will plead their case.

8.       The BIG BAD. My boy Gisborne is pacing around the room, frustrated. The sheriff pulls a Shredder on us for a little while (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles reference, because I got range) and laughs in his face because Gisborne didn’t force his claim on the manor, besides having 24 men and Robin only had Much. It’s safe to assume most of the peasants wouldn’t get involved in the fight. See, Guy is taking the high ground here. The sheriff assures him that the manor will be Gisborne’s by the end of the month. (Keith Allen is a scene stealer and he is phenomenal in this role, I love him.) The way he plays the next scene, which is the meeting of the lords of Nottinghamshire, is marvelous. He mocks them in their faces, and nobody bats an eye. Robin makes his entrance, Marian and her father are present, they exchange some ‘pleasantries’, and then Robin throws shade at the Pope (not present), and asks to abolish the taxation policies in favor of free market capitalist schemes (yes, I went there). The sheriff, being an old-fashioned chap, is pro-feudalism, and I imagine him that in modern-day, he would be a Brexit enthusiast/Trump supporter.

9.       The birds. The sheriff is upset and goes to his birds to find some peace. Oh, I thought, he loves animals, there’s a redeeming quality! Oops, he accidentally crushed a bird. Nevermind

10.   Marian & Robin creep me out, part I: Marian asks Robin to drop by her house after midnight, because the house is being ‘watched’. Robin goes into insta-flirting mode, hitting on her, which she likes, despite what she says. (and question: Robin was gone for five years (Marian tells us), the betrothal happened when Marian was sixteen, but people say she is supposed to be nineteen at the start of the series(!) Was Marian fourteen when she got betrothed to Robin, and Robin was like, twenty-five, I guess? Not creepy at all.)

11.   Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming: Robin interviews the flour thieves. We learn that the punishment is for them to hang. Allan A Dale lied to get an audience with Robin, only to learn that his lies would lead him to the hangman’s noose.

12.   The Sheriff owns Robin. Oh, the shade! The sheriff is a straight up savage, one of the original gangsta’s of medieval England. My boy Gisborne is in the back, doing what Gisborne does best; looking hot in leather. Marian walks in and smirking, my boy Gisborne steals her away.

13.   Grow up, Robin. Alright, next scene. (Obviously one of those shot into broad daylight, but made it look like nighttime) Robin and Much visit Knighton and Marian tells them to step in, because they will be seen. Robin decides to be a snarky, jealous bitch. Edward of Knighton explains how the new sheriff got in power, and begs him to play the long game, which we know that Robin won’t do, because Robin is, as Robin does. But he thinks on it.

14.   The hanging #1. Robin walks amongst the peasants, inconsolable. The sheriff and Gisborne come to the courtyard, and commence with the hanging. The sheriff has Much, to prevent Robin interfering with the punishment. A “clergyman” asks for the prisoners to be released and let join the Church. Robin smirks, which means it is his plan. The sheriff’s not buying it. The drum rolls…and the stools gets kicked. Robin goes into Avatar state and starts kicking butt, freeing the prisoners, whilst the whole castle watches and does nothing, before the prisoners are free. Silly battle ensues, Robin saves Much by throwing his sword. A bowman is aiming at Robin, but doesn’t fire. Marian does her ninja trick, saving Robin’s life. My boy Gisborne relishes the fact that the manor will now belong to him.

15.   The gang escapes and makes it into Sherwood where they are ambushed by Little John and his twenty men, who in later episodes disappear.

[rxbiteme]

I GOT APPROVED FOR MY WHEELCHAIR!!!!!!!!!

@antigonemorris yes!! It's totally covered and the exact one I wanted and it might even come in blue!! I am so relieved I almost cried

[aspookybunny]

Thank you for the tag @fizzyxcustard and @thorinthehottotty

Rules: only use song titles from one artist/band cleaverlynanswer the questions and tag 10 people.

My choice: Lana del Rey

What’s your gender? Sad Girl

How are you feeling? Summertime sadness

If you could go anywhere? High by the Beach

Favorite time of day? Black Beauty

If your life was a tv show: Ride

Relationship Status: How to disappear

I tag: @narnvaeron @anakhn-skywalker @babybagginshield @bisexual-bella @incompletedolphin @tonystarkisinspace @antigonemorris @ratv0miit @reinabell

[ruthoakenshield]

“I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want to” with Guy, please. It doesn’t have to be terror, it can be anything you like. I just liked the sentence. (And I know I’m only ever after Guy asks. Sorry, not sorry -but if you’ve had enough of him, write it for any character you like :) Thanks!

Ok, @antigonemorris, here is the second writing of this. Tumblr lost my original one. hope you like it!

You cringed watching your friend, Sir Guy of Gisborne and his soldiers trying to capture Robin Hood after he escaped another hanging. They had gotten Robin surrounded, but then Robin’s gang showed up and all hell broke loose. You saw the little Sarasan twat grab a handful of some kind of powder out of her pouch and blew it into Guy’s eyes, causing him to cry out in pain and grab his face, bending over and growling from the pain as he sneezes from the pepper getting into his nose as well.

Once Robin and his men were gone, you hurried over to Sir Guy and helped him to your stand. You could smell the ground black pepper. It was all in his hair and stuck to the creases in his jacket. “Come, my friend, let me help you.” you say to him gently.

Realizing it was you, he allowed you to usher him to your stand and you helped him out of his jacket. “Sit down here on the chair and tilt your head back, so I can try to get as much of the pepper out of your hair as I can. Keep your eyes closed.” you tell him. He sits with your help and leans back. You begin to gently ruffle his hair and the pepper begins to fall out, making you sneeze uncontrollably. Guy chuckles at it.

Hang on, I’ll be right back. You tell him. You go and grab a boar’s hair brush and brush the hair away from his face with it, focusing along the hairline, working the stubborn pepper off his sweaty scalp. “I’m going to have to pour some water on your head, my friend, we need to rinse the pepper out of your hair so when you go to rinse your eyes, it won’t foul the bucket of water.” He groans.

You know he hates getting wet. But he allows you to rinse the pepper from his hair. Once you are convinced the pepper is all out of his hair, you hand him a cloth to dry his hair. “Stay here and don’t get up off that chair. I’m going to fetch you some water and you’ll have to dunk your head in it and open your eyes under the water. Might have to reach in and pull your eyelids away from your eyeballs and swish your head from side to side to get the water under the eyelids to rinse out the pepper that got under there too!” you tell him.

He groans and nods. You leave and go fetch two buckets of water. When you arrive back at your stall, you see Vasey and the soldiers standing in your way. “Get out of my way, please, I need to get back to my stall!” you say as you push your way through, trying not to spill the water buckets.

Vasey glares at you. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demands.

“I am saving the sight of your Right Hand Man, Sheriff. If you want Sir Guy to be able to see again, then you will let me do my work. Otherwise you will have a blind Man in your service.” you snap back at him.

He growls, “Very well, work your magic, but he had better be able to see when you’re done, otherwise I will hold YOU personally responsible!” he informs you then heads off back to the castle.

You set the buckets down on the table and walk over to Sir Guy. “Let me see Your eyes, my friend. Can you open them at all?” you ask, as you tilt his head up so you can see his face.

“I can’t open my eyes, I don’t want to. It burns too badly and the light makes it worse.” he tells you as tears continue to run from his eyes. You help him stand and guide him over to the first bucket.

“Lean down and dunk your head in, open your eyes under the water. If you must use your fingers to open them, do so. but DO NOT rub your eyes! The granules of pepper will scratch your eyeball and then we will have problems.” You instruct. “Once you have your eyes open, turn your head under the water to get it to move the water past your eyes to rinse off the particles. Pull the lids out away from your eyes and let the water swish under them as well.” you continue.

He does so and growls at the stinging, but he gets both eyes rinsed . He lifts his head out of the water and squeezes out the water from his hair. He stands and tries to open his eyes, but growls. “It didn’t work, I can still feel bits of pepper in them.” he states.

You move him to the second bucket. “Do it again, my friend. It may take a few times before you get it all rinsed out. This time move your eyes around under the water look from left to right and up to down while they are open.” you tell him. He groans and repeats the process three more times before it finally feels like all the pepper is rinsed out. You fetch clean water after each attempt.

Once he tells you it feels like all the pepper is out, you sit him back in the chair and tell him to tilt his head back again. You pull out a bottle of Cattail gel and pour some into a small, stone bowl. You ladel out some clean water from a bucket you just filled and mixed the two together. You pour it into a vile and take an eye dropper, then you walk over and tell Guy, “I’m going to put a couple drops of this into each eye. It should help protect any small scrapes your eyes got from the pepper and keep them from getting infected. You’ll need to have them put in your eyes every couple hours for the next few days.” you inform him.

He grunts. You fill the dropper with the mixture, give him the vile to hold, and you tell him to open his eye and focus on the ceiling. He does so and you drop two drops into each of his cerulean orbs. He grimaces as it stings slightly, but then sighs as the numbing effect begins to work. He hands you the vile and you put a cork in the vile. Placing it and the dropper into a leather pouch, you hand it to him and help him sit up.

He sits there for a few minutes blinking and working the mixture around in his eyes. The bright light from the sun, making his eyes smart. “y/n, you will accompany me for the next few days to

make sure this solution works. I will not be able to do those drops by myself. You will do them for me. I will make sure you are compensated.” he tells you.

Looking at him surprised, “Are you sure, Guy?” you ask. He nods and puts his jacket back on after having you shake it out away from the stand. “I am positive, my friend. I enjoy your company, and will need someone who knows medicine to look out for any symptoms of infection.” he tells you.

“Ok, Guy, let me just get my shop closed up then.” you tell him. He waits, then the two of you head back to the castle. You spend the next two days at the castle. Guy refuses to let you out of his sight, and the two of you end up sharing his bed. He thanks you for helping him and repays you in more ways than just the bag of gold coin he gives you. His hands and kisses sparking little fires in you and he asks you if you will stay with him forever and take care of him always.

You knew he had feelings for you even when you both were young children, but you had thought he lost those feelings when he found Marian, but now that she is dead in the Holy Lands, he seems to have renewed feelings for you. You smile and nod. “I have always cared for you, my friend. I have loved you since we were young children. I am always happy to be in your presence.” you tell him. He buries his face in your neck, enjoying the smell of your hair and the scent of your skin.

“I love you, Y/n. Thank you for everything. Especially for saving my sight today. The thought of never seeing your face again, terrified me.” he confessed.

You grinned, “Well, now you will see it every day, as much as you like.” you reply, and kiss each of his eyes.

[iamanartichoke]

Thank you for the tag, @antigonemorris! 

reblog and tag which you prefer: 

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Tagging: anyone, yes anyone! 

[fizzyxcustard]

I want to throw your ask back at you :) What is your favourite thing about Thorin?

Looks aside, definitely his loyalty and steadfast nature. Thorin really comes across as someone I could put my trust in if I knew him. He’s also very honourable, which to be fair, we don’t tend to see a lot nowadays in people. I suppose all the aspects of him that I love, are the parts of people that I wish existed more. 

[simonalkenmayer]

Simon, I have bad news...

Someone leaked your pictures on the internet.

The experiment is compromised!

- @antigonemorris

[watarigarasu]

@antigonemorris asked: From your sweet and pure asks: ✨💒🎶🎂

Thank you for sending those!

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Whether I like it or not, I can actually relate a lot to Lestat de Lioncourt from Vampire Chronicles.

💒- which show would you want to live in?

It won’t be any surprise if I tell that LOTR/Hobbit... but definitely LOTR/Hobbit.

🎶- favorite song right now?

Answered here.

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

I’d totally want to have some badass superpower, without hesitation! Maybe the telekinesis or the ability to control the fire or anything which would make me invincible. Just imagine travelling through the whole world without an ounce of worry about your life or well being, wow...

Then, I’d wish for a lovely little house in Castle Combe, necessarily with accordingly lovely little garden and a place to sit and enjoy your tea in the morning with nothing but the birdsongs around. Peace, silence and nature.

I’d probably use the last wish to finally be loved.

I was considering the whole ‘end world hunger’ and ‘make peace on Earth’ kind of wishes but playing God would never bring anything good for humanity and eventually the whole peace and love would be forgotten in no longer than 100 years, after the new generation would be born. People have their own will, they will always do as they please and if anyone would consider my wishes as selfish, it’s good to remember the wise words of Oscar Wilde: “Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.”

[fizzyxcustard]

Oooh, question game! 16, 17, 26 and 31 if you fancy answering, my love.

Saddest song I’ve ever heard: Quite a few. One that springs to mind though, which is only, an instrumental is Chi Mai by Ennio Morricone. Beautiful piece. 

Sweetest song: There are so many. I really can’t pick one out for this. 

If I could buy a material thing, and money was not an issue: I answered this in an earlier ask. I’d buy a house for myself and my parents in Wellington, New Zealand. 

Would I ever adopt a child? Yes, I would. I considered it at one point, and it’s something I’d like to look to again in the future. 

[fizzyxcustard]

Afternoon! Hope your day has been nice so far. :)

Hello, hun!! :-) My day hasn’t been too bad. Pretty uneventful. Just working. Finish in an hour and a half. I hope you’re doing well. :-) ❤️❤️

[fizzyxcustard]

3, 4, 18 and 20 from your writer asks, please, lovely!

One scene I’ve always wanted to write but don’t can’t be arsed to write all the set up and context: I can’t say there’s any scene that I can’t be arsed to write, but I do get the sense of inadequacy a lot, and I worry that I would never pull a plot line or scene off. 

A sentence or paragraph that I’m really proud of: Wow! I’ve honestly written that much, and I try not to become prideful of my work. I think every story I’ve ever written has little snippets that I’ve been very satisfied with. I would probably say one recent piece that I particularly liked was this: 

That night you shared with the king was never spoken of, nor was the true siring of your son. In your son’s features, posture and personality was a king that would never be. - Unhappy, Unholy Matrimony. 

Do I have any alternate versions of stories? I do as a matter of fact, but only for one fic. I wrote a fic around the 2007 film 3:10 to Yuma and I wound up coming up with three separate endings for it. It’s very similar to Wrong Place, Wrong Time. It’s about a time travelling woman who falls in love with an outlaw. He dies in the end of the film, but I came up with three endings: he comes back to our time, he dies and she becomes an outlaw to avenge his death, she saves his life and becomes an outlaw alongside him. I finally went with the idea that she becomes an outlaw with him after discovering that he would die. 

Meta in my writing, including symbolism, relationships etc. I think a lot of my writing reflects issues that I’ve gone through in my own life. People who know me well will no doubt spot the plot lines and issues. I don’t really have any symbolism as such in my writing; I don’t tend to think too deeply on it as I’m writing, so anything that comes up is probably accidental. I’m definitely a sucker for friends to lovers. I love the idea of knowing someone so intimately, that you find it impossible not to fall for them. 

[fizzyxcustard]

Your reputation is that you’re the most welcoming person I’ve met online, and a great writer, and a Christian who is always trying to do better.

Thank you so much, my love! :-) *hugs*