#hands of the king are the hands of a healer

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Do you have any headcannons for the paradise lost gang? I'm dying for more of my healers.

Paradise Lost is my favorite set of character, of course I have hcs about them. My beloved disfunctional sitcom family that's somehow a hospital <3

Paradise Lost hcs

Everyone in Paradise Lost is on something. There's no way Morax can be so chill without some weed in his system

The only Paradise Lost citizen that graduated high-school was Bathin and he left

Lucifer was born in his 30s, he was born with a doctorate in every major

Becoming a citizen in Paradise Lost is almost impossible. Both Lucifer and Gamigin need to give you a vibe check and you have to learn healing magic.

Since Paradise Lost was founded after Lilith's disapearance, there are no native Paradise Lost citizens, the closest being Gamigin and Jjok

During Sundays where nobody in Paradise Lost works, each of the nobles has to come up with a fun family activity.

Be it board-games, movie marathons, walks through the forest, anything, they have to all do it together during Sunday

Lucifer has a picture of God or Jesus in every room of his castle because he is a true Orthodox Christian

Even though Lucifer has his own room in his own castle, he preferes sleeping in Gamigin's bed with him. He likes cuddling with the young dragon

Marbas is allowed untied whenever he's not dealing with patients, but he sometimes keeps the restraints on even when he's off duty

Lucifer sees everyone else as being beneath him, but he cares for them like they were children or pets

Lucifer never goes to meetings with the other kings because he doesn't like how often they happen and how little is actually done with them.

Morax has a facebook account where he posts low quality edits of him and the other people in Paradise Lost. They always get one like and it's from Lucifer.

Marbas has a brick phone because it's the only one he can't break with his bare hands. He sometimes calls his 'friends' from other regions with it, but he has no phone attiquit. He would call someone and just ask them for stuff with no hello, no small talk, no nothing

Buer is the best with phones in the whole country. He also didn't pass 5th grade tech lessons about how to make a folder on Windows. He has what used to be the latest phone model when he left Tartaros, but he only uses it to call patients.

Gamigin doesn't have a phone and Lucifer prohibited him from touching the internet. But Lucifer does give Gamigin his phone to play on during breaks or stuff

Lucifer has a fancy phone that he only uses to like Morax's posts on facebook and ignore the mail the kings give him

Depending on the type of meeting and the availability of his staff he will either take Gamigin or Morax with him during diplomatic travels.

He takes Gamigin most of the time, but if the subject is mainly about the atrocities of war he brings Morax. Morax is an airhead with no self preservation, he's used to seing people dying left and right in gruesome manners, but Lucifer would prefere to protect Gamigin from the sort of trauma

Everyone in Paradise Lost is devoted to Lucifer, but Gamigin fluctuates between "wow, he's so cool, I need to impress him" and "my king can beat your king in a fist fight"

Gamigin's also the noble that Lucifer spoils the most. He lets Gamigin do basicly what he wants around the country and he even lets him touch his angelic body.

Whenever there's a long ride from Paradise Lost to a different country, Lucifer sits Gamigin on his lap and let's him sleep there. If anyone speaks louder than a whisper, Lucifer will glare them down.

Gamigin is the favorite kid and by a lot

It's bordering on platonic yandere, but we'll keep it light for this post (unless you want some darker stuff, feel free to ask 👀)

I've said this before and I'll say it again: there is no official uniform in Paradise Lost, Marbas just hates Buer in particular (and he wants to rip the clothes off him)

Lucifer has a photo album of all the memories he had with his brothers. There are some photos with Gabriel, Michael and Raphael in there as well

[your-honor-im-zesty]

“This is a bad idea.”

5 words Nico had spoken far too many times in the past 5 years.

Will grinned down at him, flashing his dimples. “That’s exactly what makes it so fun.”

“This is a bad idea,” Nico repeated, but this time, his voice was slower, less intense. Damn Will and his dimples. He knew quite well of the effect they had on Nico, the little shit. “If Chiron catches us-”

“He won’t,” said Will, in an almost resolute manner. He pushed himself up on the roof, crawling into a sitting position. Legs dangling off the edge, he glanced down at Nico, his expression turning mischievous. “What’s wrong, di Angelo? Scared?”

“Scared?” Nico scoffed. He grabbed Will’s knee and hauled himself next to the blond, copying his posture. Their shoulders brushed against each other as Nico steadied himself. “As if. I’m the Ghost King. I don’t get scared.”

“‘I’m the Ghost King’,” Will mimicked. “‘I’m soo emo and soo cool. I could never get scared.’”

“You keep that behavior up, Solace, and I’ll fucking cut you.”

“I’ll just heal myself then,” said Will nonchalantly. “I’m a healer, you know.”

Nico schooled his expression into a look of shock. “A healer? You, Will Solace? I would’ve never guessed.”

He didn’t expect the laugh that erupted out of Will, the loud and gasping laugh, the laugh that sounded like music and sunshine and everything good and holy- but it brought a rush of pride within him, because fuck yeah. Will’s laughs were almost always controlled and calm and fake. To make him laugh like that was some sort of Herculean achievement, in Nico’s book.

“I love your sarcasm.” Will poked Nico’s nose. “I love you.”

I love you too. I love you so much it hurts. I love you and your stupid humor and your beautiful smiles and-

“Don’t get sappy on me right now, Solace. We have a job to do.”

Will tweaked Nico’s nose, smirking at the yelp he let out. “Oh? I thought you said it was a bad idea?”

Nico swatted his hand away. “I thought you said that’s what makes it so fun.”

Will’s smile widened- Nico could’ve compared it to the Cheshire Cat’s, but even the Cheshire couldn’t grin so big, with such beauty. “I love you,” he repeated, leaning forward to peck Nico’s cheek. “Just so you know.”

“How could I not? You only remind me 50 times a day,” said Nico dryly- but he leaned into Will’s touch anyway, basking in the warmth of his body. 

He hid his disappointment once the blond pulled away, getting to his feet. He stretched, like a lanky cat (how many times had Nico thought of that?) and reached for the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. “Time to pull a Stoll.” His hand reappeared with a roll of toilet paper, stolen from the Hermes cabin itself, and tossed it to Nico, who caught it clumsily. “Ready to be break Camp Half-Blood's most sacred rule?”

“TP-ing a cabin is one thing. The Big House, on the other hand…that's like signing your death warrant."

“I’m doing this for my siblings,” Will insisted. “If Michael knew we got TP-ed by the Stolls, he’d be rolling in his grave.” He frowned. “He probably already is.”

Nico stood, sighing. “You’re lucky I condone this shit.”

“You’re my boyfriend, you don’t have a choice,” said Will cheekily.

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“Boyfriend, my ass! I should’ve just left you up there!”

“Aw, c’mon, Neeks-”

Nico scowled at Will from across the stables, tugging at his gloves. He was uncomfortably aware of the blistering the heat, the irritating neighing of the horses, and most importantly, the devastating abundance of the stinking manure they’d been assigned to shovel. “I am going to kill you.”

“If we make it out of here alive,” Will muttered, grimacing as he scooped his horse’s manure into a bucket. “Gods, I never knew poop could smell so bad.”

“This is all your fault,” Nico accused. 

“I’m sorry,” Will whined. “How was I supposed to know that Mr. D was outside, watching? He turned himself into a fucking flamingo, for the gods’ sake-”

“And you thought nothing about how odd it is that a fucking flamingo is just standing outside the Big House, watching us TP it?”

Will, however much of a smart aleck he was, had no response. He simply sighed, as if Nico were the one at fault here, and made a pouty face. “Do you still love me?”

Yes. I would love you no matter what you do. I would love you even if you took a knife and drove it through my heart. I would love you even if you dragged me down to the depths of Tartarus, kicking and screaming. “No. You suck.”

“Mean,” said Will grouchily. He stuck out his tongue, then grinned. "Suck what, though?"

"This manure, if you don't shut the fuck up."

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hehe :33 here's a little solangelo oneshot i wrote cuz i was bored.

comments and feedback are appreciated <33

@garden-of-runar @gayafaaryn @themortalityofundyingstars you guys asked to be tagged so here it is.

[kingofattolia]

Breaking News: I Am Obsessed With Aragorn

[finrod-feelagund]

Early adventures in healing with song

[ruthlesslistener]

☠ , ☮ and maybe ൠ with Hollow?

HOLLOW MY BELOVED

☠ Angry/Violent headcanon

-Hollow is naturally extremely slow to anger and is very good at controlling said anger when it starts to kindle, but once they've properly gotten angry, it's all over. Expect a cold, calculative fury that is deliberatly honed to an edge by all their built-up grieviances, as well as a grudge that'll never quite go away. Their siblings get a pass to an extent in that they won't hate them forever if they be annoying about something, but Hollow will also never let them live it down. For actual hatred, though, just take a look at what they did to the Radiance in Dream No More, where they tore open her face and staring deep into her eyes as they held her in place to be ripped apart by their other sibling. That's what Hollow's anger looks like. They've got a long fuse, but the explosives attatched to the end of that fuse might as well be a nuclear warhead

As for the violence aspect of it- they've been trained to be a godkiller, and even if they failed bc the actual plan of attack was rather passive, that doesn't mean that they aren't any less dangerous. They won't ever feel the desire to turn that violence upon the civilians of Hallownest (unless they turn to the Radiance or otherwise be a problem), because they believe it to be their duty to protect anyone living within the caverns, but outsiders don't get that luxury and would be dead in a fight against them before they even had a chance to draw a weapon. Hollow's also got a deeply-buried hunting instinct as well, so there's a double layer of them viewing enemies as both adversaries and prey that makes them extra fatal in a fight

☮ friendship headcanon

-Hollow doesn't really make friends as much as people sort of be nice to them, and they gain increased loyalty to them in return, but I like to headcanon that the closest they ever came to having a friend was with Quirrel, back when he was young and Hollow was still an adolescent. Monomon and the Pale King were both friends (though PK himself didn't think of it as such), so as Monomon's apprentice/adopted son, Quirrel got brought along quite often. Eventually when he was around 15 and learning how to mentor others, he was given permission to practice his lessons on the Pure Vessel as a dummy student, and eventually began to talk to them just as a person and a confident when he was left alone while Monomon and PK did their research. He had no idea that Hollow grew to be quite attached to him in the process, and neither did Hollow- they just knew that they felt calmer and at ease when he was around, and that realization both baffled and frightened them

In post-canon aus, I like to imagine that they reconvene with each other while Hollow's still recovering, and form a closer bond as a god of the lost and their favored disciple. That sounds really fancy, but it's basically just a souped-up qpp that accounts for the fact that Quirrel and Hollow are alien to each other. I also like to imagine them as fwbs when Hollow begins to have heats again post-recovery because Hollow is aroace and trusts nobody but Quirrel, while Quirrel himself is easygoing and curious enough about his friend's strange nature to offer a helping hand

ൠ random headcanon

-This is entirely inspired by Broken Open, but I feel like Hollow would be a really good midwife and/or caretaker for those that are fragile and close to death. The Void is aligned close enough with endings for them to technically qualify as a death god, and they've had enough brushes with it for them to be able to identify it when it's close. More than that, however, I feel like as the God of Nothingness they have a naturally numbing/calming aura around them that stills the world into silence, which is very useful for soothing people who are frightened or in pain. I also feel like their protective nature would mean that they'd naturally fall into the roll of a caretaker, and that a profession opposite from what they were reared for would suit them well, even if they would never be able to fully shake their knighthood. They're a protector first and foremost- they don't know how to be (or want to be) anything else

[softlysilverfountainsfall]

All I'm saying is that "the hands of the king are the hands of a healer" can't have come out of nowhere, and I bet it goes back to Elros Tar-Minyatur and Numenor because there's no reason for Elros not to be a healer too, and the idea/phrase just traveled all the way down to Arnor and Gondor through the Third Age.

[gwaedhannen]

[Excerpt from Sorrow Beyond Words: Collected Testimony of the War of Wrath, 3rd Edition; edited by Elrond Peredhel. Kortirion Public Library, copy received TA 2510]

“The worst thing I saw during the War? Ancalagon of course, but you won’t find anyone who won’t mention him. Second worst thing? It was a few months later, once Morgoth had been de-footed and dragged out by the stumps, and we were cleansing Angband. We knew we had limited time; the continent was barely holding itself together before a certain dragon collapsed Thangorodrim in its death throes. Delving into the iron hells, with practically every maia of Ulmo, Aulë, Yavanna, and Tulkas singing continuously to keep it from collapsing utterly and taking the entire north with it, just having seen what they brought out of the upper levels, was a rather daunting task. Still had a curiously large number of volunteers, since within you couldn’t hear Morgoth laughing and screaming in his cage.

“So we went fast, killing orcs, experimental monsters, the occasional Umaia. Glad to say I missed the Balrog in the forges; it killed two score before Meril finally took it down. All distractions, regardless. The pits were the real goal.

“How do I even describe them? There were, as best I could divine, about three tiers of thrall quarters. The cells, for prisoners Morgoth and his lords deemed important, general quarters for most thralls, and the pits. The Valar said that he could no longer twist elves into orcs even by the time of his first imprisonment, but from the conditions there, from the bodies we pulled out…I don’t think he cared. Every torture, every debasement, every abomination against the Eruchîn that could be imagined. For each we thought might survive if we got them to the surface, there were five who wouldn’t, and ten corpses. And in the deepest, blackest pit of them all…

“The second worst thing I saw during the War of Wrath was High King Finarfin’s face when he found his sister again and knew he couldn’t save her.”

[bellatheinkdemon]

Boredom kicks my ass once again

For context, Eary Gray and Dark Choco canonically can't see very well. (For Earl Gray, it's if he loses his glasses and for Dark Choco, he just can't see too well to begin with)

[tilions]

Please reblog if you vote and tell me your reasoning behind your choice!

[krakenartificer]

LOTR fandom - help

I haven’t the patience or focus or … something … needed to read Tolkien’s books all the way through, but I am in desperate need of reading some scenes or conversations that say that it’s OK to be a glorious victorious warrior and also to be sick and disgusted that you ever had to fight at all; that it’s OK to be grateful and overjoyed to be home and safe and also to be unable to quite relax just yet.

So … what chapter(s) of Return Of The King do I flip to, for that? (Or any other of his works, I suppose)

[godsprettiestprincess]

The first time Sam sees Lucifer’s chest scars and asks about them Lucifer tells him it was the bear that’s now his cape and the fact it was able to draw blood why he kept it

[peppermintgrim]

*blows a kiss to my computer* this one's for you, Aldith Sereda Wilhelmine Aeducan, kinslayer & kingmaker

[rohirric-hunter]

I love stories where the moral is, "The person with a kind heart will see a truer victory than the greatest warrior," but I dislike the visual cues these stories tend to have. I think that sometimes the person with the kind heart should get sick-ass armor and a big fuckin' axe. As a treat.

[kingofattolia]

i'm going to have to rearrange my schedule... too busy thinking about Aragorn's healing abilities for the next few days...

[acourtofquestions]

Never thought of this one this way (until a fan pointed it out to me today); but

Arobynn Hamel is Celaena Sardothien’s

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve

like LITERALLY

“give me back my girlhood it was mine first”

[mithrandirl]

Then an old wife, Ioreth, the eldest of the women who served in that house, looking on the fair face of Faramir, wept, for all the people loved him. And she said: ‘Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say! For it is said in old lore: The hands of the king are the hands of a healer. And so the rightful king could ever be known.’