#winged is pronounced wing-ed

[montammil]

In the Darkest Hours - Part One

CW: Lab whump (a little), multiple whumpers, inhuman whumpee, rockslide, obsessive behavior, pet whump (hinted), briefly mentioned abuse

When Liam was little, he saw one of the last ever documented Winged's ever to exist. Her wings were flame-red.

She was in a circus, but even child-him chose to ignore the bruises on her body, how every part of her except her wings were well-kept. He, and the audience, were too stunned to really pay attention. Not like they would've cared, anyway. Many people had Winged's as pets, no one was required to respect them.

The numbers dwindled down over the decades, and soon Winged's were even being poached. Masters had to keep their Winged's in closed doors at all times, and eventually the government took the last ones away.

Liam became infatuated with wanting to find more. He was sure there had to be at least one more left, but he was sure there were more than that. He was sure if he just looked and studied hard enough, he'd find something to find more and become rich. He'd even get a Winged of his own, and he hoped it'd have bright red wings, just like hers.

He started working for a private research center, surrounded by the research of all creatures that aren't human. Laws were different, there were more equal rights for others like the Horned, Scaled, and Gilled, but since there were no Winged's out there... there were no laws protecting them.

As he grew older, he grew more bitter. His obsession started to dwindle down by the time he reached thirty, and he thought he moved on, accepting that if there are any more Winged's on this planet, the chances of him getting his hands on them would be low.

Until one night, that is.

...

Alden has gotten better at hiding his wings, even if it still hurts like hell. He's managed to tuck them by his sides, and though it looks strange and unnatural, people still seem to shrug it off, considering he's done this several times.

He's glad he lives in a remote and cold area, because it gives him an excuse to bundle up and hide his wings better, and go to less-populated markets.

"Hey, Al. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Oh, hey, Em. Sorry, I've been kind of busy."

She chuckles. "I can tell. If you spend all your time in those caves, you're going to get hurt, you know."

"I'm fine."

She raises a brow but leaves it at that with a casual goodbye once he pays for his things. It's a miracle he can afford it, barely scraping by. At least he never has to worry about his medical expenses, since there's no way he'd trust any doctor with his wings. He'd get turned in, no doubt.

Alden goes to drop off his things at his cabin, and then decides some mining wouldn't hurt. He hit it big about a month ago, at least bigger than what he normally finds there. 

Since no one's ever down in the caves or the river, he decides to throw one of his jackets off. Everyone else in the town thinks he just gets cold easily, which is somewhat true, but not totally true.

He hums quietly to himself as he makes his way down the steep rocks. It's also extremely conventional he lives so close to the mining site. He grabs his helmet with a cap light from his backpack, his pickaxe and chisel, and leaves the rest of the equipment outside the cave. 

He knows where everything is, and he likes keeping his surroundings clear so no one gets hurt. He takes one of the mining lamps and lights it up, walking in further until he gets to his first spot of interest.

He sees something shiny in a small crevice of the rocks, so he picks up his pickaxe and chisel and starts hacking away at the rocks, trying to get whatever it is out of the crack. 

He has no idea what it might be, but it has to be valuable or it wouldn't be so deep in the crevice.

It's difficult work, and by the end of the day he's covered in sweat and dirt, and near what looks like the back of the cave. He decides he'll try one more location before leaving.

Just as he gets back to the close entrance of the cave, he finds one more area. He only hacks at the spot four times when he feels the whole cave start to shake. 

His head snaps up and he tries to look at what he's doing, but it's too dark, even with the light on his helmet.

Before he can rush out of the cave, the whole thing caves in and everything goes black.

...

"Dr. Schultz, you won't believe what we just found!"

"I really don't care," Liam responds bitterly, not looking up from his paperwork. "Can you shut the door on your way out, Blake? That'd greatly be appreciated--"

"It's a Winged."

That causes Liam to abruptly stop writing. His ballpoint pen falls out of his hand and onto his desk. He looks up at his assistant with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You're kidding."

Blake smiles. "No joke."

Liam quickly stands up from his desk and looks at him. "Is this real? You're sure?"

He nods. "He was recently transported here. He might be asleep for a while. Poor thing was in a cave that had collapsed."

"Show me now."

They make their way to a certain room, and Blake opens the door to room 640, where the Winged is located. He moves to open the door for Liam, but Liam shoves past him and throws open the door himself. 

He runs over to the Winged, who is currently laying on a bed with all sorts of medical equipment hooked up to him. He immediately goes to examining his wings. "Good, they don't seem injured much..." He frowns deeper at the color. "Blue. I wanted red wings."

"He's likely the last Winged alive," Blake mumbles, out of annoyance of Liam's reaction, or lack thereof. He knows a little about the slightly younger man's obsession with Wingeds, but he really thought he'd have more of a reaction at the extremely rare find, regardless of the color of wings.

Liam doesn't acknowledge him. He seems to be focusing on the Winged, taking in every detail. "Do we have any kind of file for him yet?"

"Not that I know of."

Liam continues to stare at the Winged in silence for several minutes. "I think we need to do some tests first before we do anything with him. We'll have to bring in some other doctors. Schedule an appointment with Dr. Herman for me. I have a lot of work to do."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and when he wakes up, notify me immediately." He doesn't wait for Blake to respond before leaving. He simply walks out the door without a goodbye, as per usual.

As soon as he's gone, Blake looks back at the sleeping Winged. He thinks the blue looks nice, shiny and almost iridescent.

History has proven Winged's are more comparable to obedient dogs than birds, given they are loyal and compliant, even if they start off stubborn and short-tempered at first.

Liam can have the Winged as his patient, but Blake wants a loyal pet. He thinks he's found the perfect candidate.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Do you say winged as wing-d or wing-ed cause I say ed at the end of it and my dad says I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, and I got Google to say it and they say it as wing-d but personally that sounds weird so I still say wing-ed. But please, am I the only person who does this or no?

🍑 anon

hmm, i think when speaking i do tend to say wing-d, but when i read it in my head i say wing-ed! both are equally cool :DD (hehe wings are cool)

[kryhxkat]

me: yknow what i dont want to be sick anymore, im just going to act how i normally do until my body catches up

the agonising pain about to appear in my stomach in 30 minutes:

[awingedllama]

so are we saying a WINGD llama, or a WING-ED llama?? I personally can’t not say it with two syllables, but I would love to know how you say it 😭 lol

i instinctively say “wing’d” because i’m terrible and american

but James Turner (formerlyknownasthesimssupply) pronounced it “Wing-Ed” and it sounded so delightfully medieval i decided that was the canon pronunciation

so you’re saying it right 😂

[quirkwizard]

Now that we have 10 mythic skins in Overwatch, I was wondering if a list could be compiled for Quirks that could cover each one. Cyberdemon Genji, Zeus Junker Queen, Amaterasu Kiriko, Galactic Emperor Sigma, Adventurer Knight Tracer, Null Sector Wargod Ana, Onryō Hanzo, Grand Beast Orisa, Ancient Caller Moira, and Vengeance Mercy. I'm looking for Quirks tying to the appearances of the mythic skins more than to the abilities of the characters.

If this works, do you have any ideas for an Avatar quirk? Like the ability to just manipulate the 4 elements similar to the Avatar?

Have you got any ideas for a quirk based on the INTJ personality?

Helloo! I was wondering if you could write a quirk for my OC she has a temperature quirk so whatever she touches she can raise and lower the temperature of but I can think of any drawbacks

How would you revise Projection Sorcery to work as a quirk?

Any Quirks for the characters of Jumanji? I'm thinking either peak physical form or fearlessness for Smolder, cartography or geometry sight for Shelly, either pocket dimension or omnilingualism for Mouse, idk for Ruby or Seaplane, a good lock picking Quirk for Ming, wings for Cyclone, idk for Nigel or Van Pelt (though VP should have an eviler version of Anivoice probably), and some sort of rage empowerment Quirk for Jurgen

Would it be possible to ask for Quirks for each of the 13 main characters in Camp Camp? Max, Neil, Nikki, David, Gwen, Nurf, Nerris, Harrison, Ered, Space Kid, Preston, Dolph, and Quartermaster.

Zenyatta Quirk Idea: Harmony & Discord. The user has two metallic orbs that they can apply to themself or others. One increases a person's healing ability greatly, letting them recover from attacks within less than a minute. The other, however, decreases a person's healing ability, making them much more susceptible to being hurt. The drawback is that only one of each exists and if one is active, so too must the other be. If the user wants to heal someone, someone else has to be weakened.

Heyy!! Could i please get a few dependent quirk ideas??? Thank youu!!!

Any chance of a Quirk based on the Look-Away-Inator? It's from the PnF episode Split Personality, and I figured that was more doable as a Quirk than the Molecular Separator.

So that Denki and Shoto marriage is perfect for Virgil, I'm sure you've made a teleportation Quirk that works for Ed, and for Tye you literally made the Tokoyami and Takeyama QM his name, but what about for Asami? This is the Runaways from Season 2 of Young Justice fyi.

I wanna hear about a quirk based on crayon eating

Any quirks based on Jin's side effect from World Trigger? since Foresight exists I think this is a possibility. One I'm kinda thinking about is a quirk that just foresees how you die with little to no context.

Could you help me out with this quirk idea please! My idea is a cloning quirk based on fission. The clones bodies would kind of split off from the user. Each of the clones are capable of independent thought, feeling and action, although they have a mental link, and if one gets hurt, they all feel it. I’d say the clones have half the durability as the user and they can only create 35.

It’s either I go with that idea or have the user create only one clone that has half the durability, and that clone can do the same thing. The clones would have their own autonomy and they would share a mental link.

Idk which idea I should go with, so could you help me decide which I should go for, and if you have any suggestions for the one you pick I’m willing to improve!

Could you make a quirk based on thestrals?

Can you make a quirk based on Unrepair from undead unluck !?!?! Thank you

Flipping the script on the Ben 10 alien asks you get, how about a Quirk for Dr Aloysius Animo? A constant thorn in Ben's side, up until recently I thought his name was pronounced alloy-see-us rather than aloe-ish-us. I think a build-a-beast Quirk or one that mutates and hybridizes animals would be cool!

hello! would you have any ideas for a drawback of a quirk user that can spawn limbs on any surface? the user can use them (and see through them if they were an eye, for example) but they can only be spawned if the user is nearby. i imagine that one of the drawbacks could be that they can feel pain from those limbs, but i can't think of anything else. thank you for all the quirk stuff you do! your brain is very big :D

So I got this idea for a luck based power.

Good luck bad luck is an emitter quirk that allows the user to grant a person they make direct skin contact with to get a bout of good luck such as getting a perfect score on a hard test, scoring a lot of points in a sports event, winning a lottery ticket, etc. However, the bad luck will kick in and undermine the good luck. Going by the examples, they forgot to put their name down and lost a single point, they pulled a muscle after they scored and had to sit out the rest of the game, the wind blew the ticket out of their hand into a puddle. After the bad luck, the effect wears off. The bad luck won’t do anything life threatening, a minor injury is the worst thing that would happen and it only undermines the good luck. User can only affect one person at a time and can only use it again once the bad luck happens and they don’t know when

Dragon and either dark shadow or black whip

Could you do Voyance and Hardening. No idea how this will work but I’m sure you’ll come up with something.

Not sure if you did this before but...Copy X Clones?

Gyrate and Springlike Limbs

Meatball + Incite ?

Black and Storage QM?

Storage and Water Creation?

Decay and Larceny, Twin Impact, or Muscle Augmentation?

What do you think about a qm between decay and electrification?

meatball and stress, fat absorption and somnambulist, or Blood curdle and Whitelime

QM between Incite and Anthropomorph?

Could you do a quirk marriage between Solid Air and Dark Shadow?

Navel Laser x Comic QM?

Hi, Could you make a quirk marriage between Love and Cloud ✨Thanks✨

Glamour + Voice?

It just occurred to me! a quick marriage between Vibration and muscle gain or overhaul, thank you very much!

If you decide to do quirk marriages again could you do glamour and comic?

Solid Air x Dark Shadow QM?

I would like to remind people that I am not taking any kind of requests right now. That means no Quirk Reviews, no Original Quirks, and no Quirk Marriages. So if you see your ask here or sent me anything like that in the past month or so, I will not be covering it and it is currently removed from the ask box.

If you do not see your ask here, I do not have it and I apologize for the inconvenience on that part. You will have to send it again when I open the ask box. Otherwise, I would suggest you take your ask and write it down somewhere so you can send it when the ask box is open. It will still take some time before it is open and I ask for and appreciate your patience during this time.

[key-to-the-shadow]

Spin the Bottle

Spin the Bottle ~ Oneshot (Eddie Vedder X Fem!Reader)

♫ tropes: brothers best friend

♫ warnings: use of Y/N and predetermined last name (poncier pronounced pawn-see-a), not proof read

♫ a/n: loosely based on the movie 'singles', 1992 eddie

Masterlist

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Cum On Feel the Noize was playing from a record player in the far corner of the living room.

The boys and I chugged bottles of beer, each of us racing to be the first to finish the distasteful liquid. I never liked beer very much but I still felt like I needed to win.

It was a typical Saturday night. My brother, his band, a few other friends, and I all sat around drinking beer, eating pizza, and playing some sort of game. There was always some kind of fuss about what to play since Cliff never wanted to play anything fun like spin the bottle.

But Cliff wasn't here tonight. I was the first to suggest spin the bottle and the group quickly agreed.

I slammed my glass on the ground that we all sat in a circle on. "Fuck yeah," I cheered as I noticed I was the first one to finish. "I win." I got no response until other people began to set their bottles on the ground as well.

We'd made a deal that whoever drinks first is immune from spinning the bottle first. Whoever finishes last has to go first.

I surveyed who still had the beer. It was a race between Debbie Hunt, a neighbor of ours, and Eddie, my brother's best friend who also happened to be the drummer of their band. Citizen Dick.

Debbie let out a shrill laugh as she slammed her glass on the ground, her ginger hair bouncing with her movements.

"Eddie's off his game tonight," Stone, another member of the band, said with a mocking tone.

The brunette rolled his eyes as he set down the cheap glass of now-empty beer. He'd played it off as being off his game but in reality, I was sure he lost on purpose. At the beginning of every band practice, they all shotgunned beers to get into 'the right mindset' and Eddie always finished his first.

Eddie's ring-clad fingers gripped the glass bottle, preparing to spin it. The glass rattled against the dark wooden floor. As its momentum slowed down, my heart pounded in my ears.

Eddie was always attractive to me but I was positive the fact that my brother would kill me for even thinking that made him all the more alluring. Eddie and my brother had known each other since they were kids and even moved into apartments right next to each other. The thing was, I still lived with my brother. Being a musician in Seattle wasn't something that paid a whole lot.

There had been a few times I'd wondered if Eddie thought anything of me like that. One of my three jobs was working at a dive bar that featured live music. My brother and his band often played there so I helped them set up whenever I could.

"Y/N," Eddie had called from the wings of the stage before the bar had opened. I came in early to help them set up but by now, most of it was done. "Mind sound-checking the set?"

"Eds, you know I don't play drums," I reminded him that I only sang and kicked around on the guitar on occasion. "I don't know what it's supposed. to sound like."

A soft 'oh' came from backstage before I heard footsteps skip up to the stage. Eddie was wearing a loose white tank with a brown flannel and torn-up jeans. His hair was pulled into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.

The rest of the band had gone to grab some dinner at a nearby restaurant before the gig and left Eddie to hold down the fort, promising to bring him back a sandwich.

It was just the two of us.

"Here, I'll show you," He said as he approached the set. "Sit." He took the drumsticks and pointed to the black throne.

I sat down on the cushioned seat and took the light wooden sticks that he passed to me.

He told me to hit the snare drum a couple times and he fiddled with the key until he was satisfied. Then moved to the kick and floor tom until he told me to play a fill along all the drums.

I looked behind me, ready to repeat that I don't know how to play the drums before he interrupted me.

"Like this." He remarked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. His hands found mine. "Loosen up, Poncier," He joked, using my last name as he often did when he made fun of me. My face heated at the words and I did my best to relax as he guided my hands across the toms. I could feel his warm breath on my neck. If I were to turn my head to the left the slightest bit, our lips would've been inches from each other. It took all I could not to move to the left.

It was horribly off-beat but he just needed the sound for turning reasons.

We weren't doing anything wrong. But it was tense enough to the point that if I knew if Cliff walked through the doors at this moment, we would have to persuade him to believe that we weren't doing anything like that.

His hands stayed on mine for longer than they should have but not long enough to the point either of us mentioned it. He let his arms drop away from me and I felt cold without his chest pressed against my back.

He cleared his throat. "Let me know if you ever want a drum lesson."

I never took him up on the drum lesson even though I wanted to. I wanted that feeling of his closeness again but I was scared of Cliff and what he would do.

My thoughts were cleared away as the glass bottle began to slow down. My heart pounded as it got slower and slower and inched closer and closer to me.

When it came to a halt, my breath seemed to vanish. The bottle was staring at me and so was Eddie. He was sitting directly across from me in the circle.

All of the guys started laughing and nudging Eddie while the girls sat with amused smirks on their faces.

I didn't know what to do. Do I move? Does he? Eventually, Eddie stands up and walks over to me. The only thing running through my mind was that Eddie Vedder was about to kiss me and there was no doubt in my mind that Cliff's situationship, Janet, would tell him. She knew how protective Cliff was of me and she also knew that he wouldn't find it funny that I kissed Eddie even if it was for a game.

I felt her eyes dig into the side of my head but I refused to look at her. I kept my jaw clenched and braced myself when Eddie got down on the floor in front of me. I'd rejected moving so he had to come to where I was.

"You nervous?" Eddie asked with a snarky tone, barely above a whisper. It was the kind of voice he used when he was joking with me but now it felt as if he was edging me on.

"No," I lied.

A smirk graced his lips as he brought a hand to my hair, grazing my neck with his fingers. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I placed them on his chest as he leaned forward. I clung to the graphic tee he was wearing as our lips collided.

His lips were rough but the feeling of them on mine was euphoric. He pulled away shortly after, not wanting to make a scene. The hesitation before he broke the contact made my thoughts whirl with what if's.

Why did he hesitate?

If this was just a kiss for a game, why would he hesitate?

Cheers erupted around us as the boys immaturely hollered. Eddie's hand fell away from its grip on my hair and I let go of his shirt, letting him return back to his place at the circle.

[revenant-coining]

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 7 equally-sized horizontal lines. colors are in this order reflected after the last listed color, black-blue, dark blue, blue, light blue. in the center of the flags is a diamond symbol. the outline is dark blue and is filled with blue off-white. on the first flag, to the left and right of the diamond, is a drawing of tattered angel wings. End ID]

requested by @woo-catwaffles

Alderantatterwing: an aldernic term for when one has, or wishes to have, tattered angel wings.

Etymology: “alder” a prefix for aldernic terms, an(gel), tatter(ed), wing

Pronounced: all-dr aang ta-ter wing (alder an tatter wing)

[mybodypaystheprice]

Intro Post/About Me

First off massive trigger warning for EDs and Depression and Anxiety. I will reblog memes and vent, but I am not pro.

DNI

-Anyone <16

-People in recovery, but it’s your choice.

-Homophobes, Biphobes

-Transphobes, TERFs and Transmedicalists

-Aro/Ace exclusionists

-Racists, zionists, anti-semites, islamaphobes, and any other bigots

A little bit about me:

My name is Mircea (its Romanian and pronounced like“meer-cha”). I go by he/they or whatever male equivalents in your language. I’m studying History but idk what I’m doing with my life. I’m partly fluent in Romanian and live in so called Canada.

I’m autistic with ADHD, major depression, social anxiety, and have also gotten a diagnosis of almost every ED at some point. I went from BN to AN to BED to OSFED. I have experience with inpatient and outpatient treatment and experience of nearly dying because of this illness. I have been living in a state of pseudo-recovery for the past few years. I’m not trying to be deathly skinny anymore, but I still very much have an ED.

If you wanna know more…

I’m trans 🏳️‍⚧️ I’m a trans man. Mostly. Mostly male. Male for practical reasons but my gender is beyond comprehension. Been on T since 2018 and got top surgery November 2022. I’m also asexual and aromantic and have known from a young age. Somewhere on both of those spectrums. Or polyam. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on and at this point I don’t care for labels. I’m queer.

Also I have an Etsy shop selling my linocut art and patches n stuff.

My interests include:

(and please feel free to msg me if you want to talk about any of these because I can and will go on for hours)

-Philosophy, History, Geography, Linguistics, and Anarchism (the left wing kind).

-Aesthetically, I really like spooky and gothic things, fairycore things, and 90s/2000s cyberpunk or webcore.

-My music taste is a little all over the place I really 70s disco and soul, 80s goth and post punk, 90s emo, and orchestral music. Also video game and movie/TV/Anime OST. And organ music. I go wild for that.

-I play bass guitar but not in a band or anything. Just a hobby I’ve kept to myself for like 4 years. Also I can play ocarina.

-Games I like are: Minecraft, Kirby, Zelda, Pokémon, Smash bros, Dead or Alive, Little Big Planet

-I love anime, but I’m not really into shōnen. I like experimental anime and psychological thrillers including: Shiki, Serial Experiments Lain, Texhnolyze, Monster, Ergo Proxy, Mononoke, Paranoia Agent, Pet Shop of Horrors, and Ping Pong the Animation.

-More mainstream anime I like: Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, Hellsing and Hellsing Ultimate, The Disastrous life of Saiki K, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Psycho-pass.

-Bojack Horseman, A:tLA, Community, Psych, and the classic and new Twilight Zone are some of my favourite non anime shows.

-My favourite movie is Predestination (2014). And if you haven’t seen it, but like a good fucked up sci fi thriller, go watch it now. And don’t spoil it for yourself, it’s got a good twist.

-I like reading nonfiction, but I also really like old gothic horror and psychological thrillers.

TW Stats

169cm

HW 67 LW 42 GW 54-56

CW 61 59 57 56 54

Currently trying to maintain 54-56kg

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Returning Home Epilogue- Thorin Oakenshield x OC

Thorin Oakenshield x Bellarose Baggins

Description: N/A

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I can’t believe I’ve officially finished my second series!! It was literally so much fun writing this, and fun fact, I reached two amazing milestones while writing this (hitting 100 followers and writing my 500th fic), which only made it more enjoyable. Once again I am thinking of writing another series just because they bring me so much joy. I just need to figure out whether I want to do lotr or The Hobbit again haha. Until then, I hope you guys enjoy(ed) reading this because it was a blast to write!

Two years had come and gone. The Dwarves of Erebor had long since returned to their home, and the restoration of Erebor had finally been completed. A once awe inspiring kingdom was finally being restored to its former glory by new and old generations alike.The completion of the kingdom meant that Thorin could officially be crowned King of Erebor. And, in even more exciting news, Thorin and Bellarose had announced that they were getting married after his coronation, and a celebratory ball would be planned afterwards. 

Bellarose was happy to get married to the love of her life, but that also meant they had less than two months to plan the wedding. Thorin tried to help as much as he could, but between the rebuilding of Erebor and his coronation planning there wasn’t much time to spend with her before he fell asleep. She was working overtime, and she ended up recruiting Thorin’s sister Dis’ help (alone with Fili and Kili to aid in the heavy lifting) with everything. She thankfully made things much easier and everything was able to get done just in time. 

And so the day of the coronation and wedding came. The coronation came first, naturally, as it was a bit more important. The kingdoms of Dale and Mirkwood were happy to join the people of Erebor in witnessing the joyous occasion. Bellarose had special permission, being Thorin’s betrothed, to stand up with Balin, Fili, Kili and their mother Dis as they watched with pride as Gandalf crowned Thorin King under the Mountain.

Next came the wedding, which took place in the royal ballroom. Bellarose was rushed off by Dis and her personal maid to change into her wedding gown. It wasn’t a traditional white dress like a Hobbit would wear. Dwarven wedding dresses didn’t work like that. Instead she was dressed in a beautiful blazing red dress with a corset and bolero. The dress was long and flowing, with long sleeves that widened dramatically at the cuffs. The corset and bolero were decorated with metal plates with tender Dwarven runes that symbolize luck and prosperity. The bolero was also decorated with golden lacing and at the shoulders had small "wings" to complete the royal look, and the same golden lace runs down the sleeves, hugging them and around the wide, wing-like cuffs. 

By the time she was done, Bellarose, despite the fact that she wasn’t used to being in such formal attire, felt beautiful. Dis nearly cried upon seeing her future sister-in-law’s wedding dress, but quickly pulled herself together when she realized it was time for the ceremony. Once everything was ready they prepared to enter the ballroom, where a throne was set up that Thorin stood at patiently awaiting his bride. 

As soon as his eyes landed on her there were literal tears in both their eyes, which made several people coo as she made her way down the aisle. Gandalf, unsurprisingly, ended up being the one to officiate the wedding. It was a very sweet ceremony that had everyone’s heart melting as Thorin and Bellarose professed their love for each other in their vows, then braid the courting beads into each other’s hair. The ballroom was nearly deafening with cheers when they were pronounced man and wife and were allowed to kiss to seal the deal. 

Bellarose couldn’t help but smile as she pulled away from Thorin. Her eyes fluttered opened to see her new husband already looking at her, a smile to match her gracing his face as he pressed a hand to her cheek. Their foreheads came to rest against each other (something that had become such a beloved thing that they’d learned from Balin that it had become a symbol of affection amongst the kingdom.) for a moment before they finally pulled away to face their subjects with their clasped hands raised, earning more cheering. Bellarose nearly jolted in surprise when something was pressed to the top of her head and she turned to see Gandalf smiling at her with a crown in his hands. 

“Fit for a Queen,” he explained before holding it up in the air. Bellarose’s smile widened (if it were even possible) as she crouched a bit to allow the Wizard to place it on her head. It fit her perfectly, and it gave her a new confidence as she faced her husband.

“Beautiful,” Thorin complimented softly, the same wide smile on his face. She giggled and took his hand before facing the crowd once more.

“People of Erebor, Thorin and Bellarose: King and Queen under the Mountain!” Gandalf announced joyfully, which made the cheers grow once more. The Hobbit couldn’t wipe the smile off her face if she tried, not when she knew that these were going to be prospering times with her husband by her side.

Once their cheering and clapping died down, Thorin grabbed a goblet for both him and Bellarose from a tray that a servant was holding for them before speaking.

“Dwarves, Elves and Men alike, it is my greatest honor to welcome you all to the newly rebuilt Kingdom of Erebor for the happiest day of my life,” he started, pausing when the crowd applauded. A small chuckle left both his and Bellarose’s lips as the latter squeezed her husband’s hand. 

“We went through many hardships to get to this joyous point. I will be the first to admit that I made many mistakes on the way to it, even going as far as when we were on the way to Erebor. I became greedy and brash towards those who offered me aid and those who didn’t, but what is a King if not someone who learns from those mistakes? It is because of those people that we prosper, and now we have made wonderful alliances with them. Such as with Mirkwood, and Dale,” he gestured to both leaders as he said the kingdom names, to which the crowd applauded yet again. “As you all know, there was a Company of nineteen other brave souls that wished to join me in my quest to reclaim the fallen Kingdom, and I would like to introduce them to you because, without them, I know I would not be standing here before you.” 

And so, he began stating the names of the Company: Fili, Kili, Balin, Dwalin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Óin, Glóin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur and Gandalf. As he listed off the names, the person stepped forward from the crowd. 

“And of course, I cannot forget my Queen, Bellarose,” Thorin added, looking at his wife with one of the softest looks Bellarose had ever seen. “The one who kept me going through it all, and the one I couldn’t be happier to spend the rest of my days with.” Bellarose had to stop herself from cooing at his heartfelt words, knowing it’d embarrass him. So instead they shared a sweet smile before facing forward again. 

“It is because of these people that we can have this celebration so, from the bottom of my heart, I thank each and every one of you.” He lifted his goblet in a toast, but stopped when Gandalf suddenly spoke.

“Actually, I believe you are missing an important member of our Company,” he spoke, which made both Thorin and Bellarose furrow their brows. “Of course we cannot forget the final member that made this all possible: our second burglar, Bilbo Baggins.” 

Bellarose’s eyes widened when none other than her brother broke free from the crowd of Dwarves, Elves and Men to stand in front of the King and Queen, just like the rest of the Company. It took all the girl had not to break away and jump into her brother’s arms the very second he was standing in front of her. She looked at Thorin, noticing that he looked just as shocked as she did, meaning that he didn’t know either. That made her feel a little better as Thorin continued, holding up his goblet once again. 

“I give thanks to all of you for allowing me to be not only your King, but your leader as well,” he announced before facing the rest of the guests. “Now everyone, please, enjoy the festivities that Erebor has to offer you. We are honored to have you all here to celebrate with each other. Hail!”

“Hail!” The crowd repeated before taking a drink from their goblets. The second everyone continued on with their celebrating Bellarose ran down the steps leading up to the throne and threw her arms around her brother. 

“Bilbo!” 

“Bella,” the older Baggins laughed out as he returned the hug. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling away to look at him. Her hands stayed on his shoulders, as if she was making sure he was actually there. 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t be in attendance at my own sister’s wedding?” Bilbo asked, feigning offense. “You wound me, dear Bellarose.” 

“Well you were the one that didn’t tell me you were coming so I could have a room properly prepared,” she shot back playfully. “You wound me, dear Bilbo.” 

“Actually, that will be because we wished to surprise you,” Balin suddenly spoke from beside them, a smile on his face. “What better way to celebrate such a joyous occasion than with both of your friends and family?” 

“Oh, you spoil me, Balin,” Bellarose said joyfully as she hugged her friend, Thorin copying her afterwards. 

“Well, come on, tonight is a night of celebration,” Bellarose said upon watching the two friends pull away. “Let us partake in it.” 

“Very well, may I have this dance, Queen Bellarose?” Bilbo teased, holding out a hand for his sister. 

“Oh, I guess,” the girl sighed out dramatically, smiling as she took his hand. She allowed her brother to lead her to the dance floor for a dance, feeling Thorin’s fond gaze on her back as she did so. 

Hours later the party was still in full swing. There wasn’t a person in the Company that Bellarose didn’t end up dancing with at least twice. Well, at least except for Thorin, who she hadn’t seen since Bilbo pulled her away for her first dance of the night aside from glimpses here and there. Though a bit sad, she figured that she’d eventually see him at some point before the night ended. So, she continued to dance with whoever asked. 

Song after lively song she danced to. Eventually (and thankfully) a slow song began to play to give people some respite. Bellarose internally sighed in relief and made her way off of the dancefloor. Just as she reached the steps up to the thrones she was stopped by a hand reaching out and grabbing her wrist. She turned to see who would touch her without warning, and wasn’t quite surprised when she saw Thorin standing there. 

“May I have this dance, My Queen?” He asked softly. A small smile graced her face as she nodded. 

“I would be honored, My King,” she responded, turning to fully face him. He copied her grin and led her to an empty space, their hands staying connected.

“Are you having fun, amrâlimê (my love)?” Thorin whispered into her ear so only she could hear. The very sound of his voice brought a smile to the girl’s face.

“I am, very much. You have made me the happiest Hobbit in the world today,” she responded in the same tone.

“And you have made me the happiest Dwarf in the world today,” he muttered, twirling her once before pulling her against him once again. “I continue to thank the gods that you were stubborn enough to insist on joining my Company.” That made the girl laugh as she rolled her eyes playfully. 

“You are something special, Thorin Oakenshield.” 

“And you love it, Bellarose Oakenshield,” he shot back amusedly. Bellarose could only stare at him for a moment, a smile visible on her face (as it usually was when she was looking at him). 

“Yes, I do,” Bellarose responded in earnest. And it was true. 

“I love you too,” Thorin muttered with an adoring smile. And that was true, too.

Tag(s): @atomicsoulcollecto

[seeds-roots-grass]

We didn't really have a plan. We just started driving, said we'd wing it. Be spontaneous. It was cold, and I mean cold cold, this winter had been particularly brutal on us in our respective cabins upstate. Neither of us usually minded the cold, but after two straight months of heavy, wet snow and short, dark days, we cracked. She did, really, but I would've followed her anywhere. So when she knocked on my door, 7am but still nighttime, asking if I was as sick of the snow as she was, and did I want to escape for awhile, of course I said yes. She didn't need to know that I'd never cared for the heat, but she did know I liked road trips and she was hoping I'd drive. Again, of course I said yes. Within ten minutes we had packed some essentials into my car, and we just started driving. No friends or family to visit, no responsibility big enough to keep us home. I head towards the I-90 and she asks if I know where I'm going. "South," I say. "Right?" She smiles at me and I feel my bones swell against the inside of my skin, like if I'm not careful they'll fly right out of my body and into her lap like she's a magnet and I am nothing more than scraps of tin hobbled together. "Right." She's bundled up, covered in wool and fleece from tip to toe and I only slightly less so. Her phone is already connected to the Bluetooth in my car from the first time I gave her a ride a month ago. She never liked to drive much herself, and she apologized for her music taste the first time Ed Sheeran came up on shuffle. "I know you're, like, hardcore, or whatever," she said with a blush, skipping the song. I changed it back, and told her everyone into hardcore music secretly loves a little bit of radio pop, you can't let our tough façade fool you. She laughed when I told her the toughest guy I ever knew was a huge fan of Kesha, and she seemed genuinely relieved that I was happy to listen to Ed Sheeran, and that was the first time I thought that maybe she thinks about me like I think about her. Now, she's shamelessly belting along to something I don't know by someone with a name I can't pronounce, and I'm wondering if I even like hardcore at all. My favorite genre is the sound of her voice when she's excited. She stops singing to tell me she wants to go to the zoo, wherever we end up, whenever we get there. Says she needs to remember that wildlife exists after the emptiness of our winter. Again, of course I want to go to the fucking zoo, are you kidding me? Now all I can think about is adopting a dog with her. I wonder aloud if she'd be scared of the snake exhibit, and oh -- she plays my favorite song. She loves snakes, even kept one as a pet when she was a kid, much to her mother's displeasure. I imagine her mother has an equally hard time telling her no as I do. It feels like we are driving through time when we reach the Georgia state line, where their winter heat rivals our late spring thaw. We'd shed our scarves and hats long ago and were sweating through our heavyweight hoodies by the time we pulled into a gas station. We took turns using the bathroom to change into our summer clothes, and when she walked out in a white and yellow sundress I knew this whole trip was worth it already. Worth the gas money and missed work, just to be this close to her. Worth it just to smell the coconut on her hair as she swishes it around into a ponytail. She could leave me here at this gas station to drive all the way home, alone, and it would have still been worth it.

[lifesucksheres20bucks]

My Love, My Life - The Wedding

Chapter 1 is here my loves! 

Hope you guys enjoy !! This one’s for you @thundercatseddie​ (it’s been a WHILE but it’s here)

Are you nervous?” Bev asked Richie as she was fixing his tie.

 “Of course, he’s fucking nervous, he’s getting married Bev!” Stan shouted across the room.

 “It’s okay Stan you don't have to yell,” Richie said surprisingly calmly.

 Four hundred and five days had passed since Richie proposed to Eddie, on their kitchen floor, while the apartment was catching fire. Today was finally the day they were making it official. Eight years of the relationship and Richie was still so in love with Eddie. He couldn't wait to marry him. 

 They had decided on an autumn wedding, simple and relatively small, only their friends and family present. The venue was in a beautiful garden, decorated with pumpkins and string lights all over the trees. It was perfect. Richie was dressed in a classic black tux with a black tie, nothing too fancy. On the other hand, Eddie opted for a cream colour tux without a tie. They both decided they would wear whatever they want, they just wanted to feel normal and like themselves. As for the wedding party, each boy had picked a name out of a bowl to select their best man/woman. Richie had picked Stan and Eddie picked Mike. They also randomly picked the rest of the groomsmen/woman and Richie got Bev and Eddie got Bill. 

 Everyone had expected Richie to be nervous on his big day but to everyone's surprise he was extremely calm. 

 “How the fuck are you so calm Tozier, you haven’t made one joke since I got here” Bev laughed

 “I don't know, I just feel so calm, I've never been surer about anything in my life.” Richie sighed.

  Bev and Stan just smiled at Richie, all of them so pleased to see their best friend this happy. 

 Eddie, on the other hand, was a chaotic mess.

 “Bill are you sure all the food is here? I don't want anyone starving at our wedding! What about the decorations, are they all up? What if one of the lightbulbs goes off and it ruins the whole atmosphere for the guest - oh my god what are they going to think? What if Richie doesn’t sho-”

 “Eddie, shut up. You’re overthinking everything. This is your day who cares what others think? The venue is perfect! And Eddie, there's no way in hell Richie is missing this, he loves you so much.” Mike said in a soothing voice. 

 “You’re right Mike, I’m sorry...I’m just nervous. I want this day to be perfect for us,” Eddie sighed.

 “Trust us Eddie, this is going to be the best wedding ever!” Bill proclaimed. 

 -Later-

 The ceremony was going amazing so far - Ben was the wedding officiant and was telling the most embarrassing story about the couple. Like how Richie was pining so hard for Eddie, he got drunk one night and wrote him a horrible love song and insisted on singing it in front of everyone. Or how Eddie baked Richie a birthday cake and while they sang “Happy Birthday”, Eddie tripped on his own feet and ended up smashing the cake on the side of Richie’s face (he still ate the entire cake). Those were just some incredible memories the two (and the rest of the losers) shared. 

 “It’s now time for the lovely couple to exchange their vows,” Ben announced. “Richie you may go first”

 “Hmm...okay,” he mumbled nervously as he unfolded a piece of paper. “Eddie - we have known each other since we were five years old...and I think I fell in love with you a couple of months after that. I didn’t know I loved you back then but there was always this feeling I felt when I was around you. Now I know it’s love because the feeling never left it just got stronger over time…” Richie was trying so hard not to cry but he looked up from his paper for a split second and saw Eddie quietly sobbing. He took Eddie’s hand, running his thumb over his knuckles in the horrible attempt to try and calm him down. That just made Eddie smile and cry more. 

 “I figured out what that feeling was when I was thirteen years old and I was terrified. How could I be in love with my best friend? He could never like me back...we bicker all the time and he calls me gross ten times a day! How could someone as perfect Eddie like the resident trashmouth? Well after pining for close to ten years, Eddie found the courage I couldn’t and told me he loved me. I cannot stress this enough when I say that, that day was the best day of my life.” Richie looked into Eddie’s eyes, as he felt a tear roll down the side of his cheek. “Spaghetti, my love, you make me the happiest man alive and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. To grow old and gray and have to mutually pick up our balls from the flo-”

 “Okay, beep beep Richie” Eddie laughed out

 “Okay okay Eds - I love you, you can go now,” Richie said smiling through his tears. Eddie prepared to speak. 

 “Hm...so I didn’t write anything because I wanted to channel my inner Richie and wing it, so here goes nothing. You really annoyed me when we were kids, all that teasing and those stupid nicknames, you knew exactly what button to push to get me pissed and nothing’s changed. I'm only going to say this once and if you ever bring it up again I will strangle you but…I love being your Eds. I think deep down I always loved the nicknames. They were meant just for us - an intimacy we shared that no one else could touch. The feelings I felt for you were so strong, but I could keep them at bay when you were near...But when we moved away to university I felt like my heart was being ripped out piece by piece. I couldn't breathe, so I told you how I felt because of survival not because I was braver than you ‘Chee. I love you so so much, you are my world and I can’t wait to live all the good and the bad with you! I want it all baby, it’s you and me against the world,” Eddie said cupping his almost husband’s face, wiping a tear from his cheek. 

 Ben was sniffing on the side-line and slowly made his way back to Richie and Eddie, taking time to calm himself down.

 “Wow guys...that was beautiful. I love you guys so much,” Ben admitted.

 “YEAH! We love you too guys!” Bev screamed in too.

 “Okay, I think it's time to move on...I now pronounce you spouses for life. Eddie you may kiss your trashmouth,” Ben exclaimed.

 Richie’s hands immediately cupped his husband’s face and he leaned in. The kiss was passionate and messy. Like everything they lived through was leading up to this. Eddie’s hands found Richie’s curls and pulled him closer. It was as if time had stopped and it was just the two of them. When they finally broke apart, the losers started clapping and they both broke into huge grins.

 After the ceremony and the lovely reception, the newlyweds finally had some time alone. Richie opened the door to the honeymoon suite they rented for the weekend and ran inside, quickly closing the door behind him.  

 “Hey dipshit, you forgot your husband outside!” Eddie yelled.

 “Eds give me two seconds - I have a surprise for you!” Richie answered back. 

 After a couple of minutes of weird noises and strange groans, Richie opened the door. 

 “What's the big surprise, Rich?”

 “Okay just close your eyes and only open them when I say so...”

 Eddie sighed fondly but did as he was told. He heard Richie entering the bathroom and placing a bunch of stuff on the floor, and then going in one last time to quickly whisper something under his breath, sounding slightly annoyed. 

 “Okay Eds, open your eyes”

 Eddie was expecting a lot of things (most of them sex related) but was not expecting to see - Richie, the love of his life, holding the smallest orange fluff ball in the palm of his hands.

 “Oh my god Richie, is that a cat?”

 “Eddie I would like you to meet Spaghetti, Spaghetti meet Eddie,” Richie said excitedly as he handed over the small kitten to his husband.

 “You better be joking with the name...” Eddie threatened with a glare. 

 “Nope! His name is Spaghetti and we can't change it because I made sure to engrave all of his things with it. The name is perfect for him! Look at him he looks like marinara sauce!”

 “God I really hate you Richie…(he didn’t) but I wove this little kitten, aren't you a good boy, my wittle baby,” Eddie sighed as he hugged the bundle of fur tightly in his arms.

 “Richie, baby, he’s perfect - this whole day had been perfect. I can't believe you’re finally my husband. Look at our little family, gosh I’m going to start crying...I love you so much.” Eddie went on his tippy toes and kissed his husband. Richie brought him in closer and hugged both of his Spaghettis. 

 “I love you Eds, and I can't wait to annoy you until the day we die.”

(guys, meet Spaghetti)

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[meteorshxwer-archived]

I know it's pronounced winged like one word but i always say wing ed

[awingedllama]

hey, do you pronounce your username like "winged", with one syllable, or "wing-ed" with 2? I must know. I adore your builds btw of course omg.

thank you :) i pronounce it with one syllable, but “a wing-ed llama” sounds like something out of an old english prophecy so i’m definitely going to start saying it that way lol

[wewererogue]

Elminster's Guide to the Realms: Nurneene's Marvelous Masks

[by Ed Greenwood, illustrated by David Day / Dragon #321, July 2004 - via]

For years, the most stylish and spectacular masks worn at revels in Waterdeep have been made and sold at Nurneene’s Marvelous Masks. Nurneene’s is a tiny, almost demurely hidden shop that stands on the east side of the Street of Bells in Waterdeep’s Castle Ward. Better known for its colorful proprietress and her wares than as a flashy landmark, Nurneene’s is also notorious for the mask in its display window - and increasingly for rumors of its connection to the god Mask, Master of All Thieves and Lord of Shadows.

What Meets the Eye

This shop rises four floors above street level and has a peaked roof (with a porthole window opening into an attic) that makes it seem even taller. It’s only about 10 feet wide, and it’s jammed between two other, larger shops set a foot or two back from the sweet with glittering facades of lamps, angled mirrors, and mannequins clad in stylish gowns. The front of Nurneene’s is sheathed in fieldstone, and its upper floors each have a single shuttered window. These windows are all closed and barred from within; only the uppermost is ever opened, and then only in the hottest summer weather. A tiny, round door is located in the pinnacle of the eaves, where the steep slope of the roof reaches its peak. Like many Waterdhavian shops that abut neighboring structures, the entire roof is sloped not just from side to side, but also canted so that its side-gutters are markedly higher at the street-front wall, draining away to downspouts in the rear.

The storefront of Nurneene’s is taken up by a door and a display window. Through the window, the same thing can always be seen: cream-hued muslin rising in a smooth drape from the counter it covers to a valance. Between the valance and this backdrop hang three lanterns. They illuminate a row of black wooden letters set individually on the cloth-covered counter to spell “Nurneene” and “Masks,” and a floating black cloth half-mask that hangs in the air beneath the lights, turning slightly as if an invisible wearer is scrutinizing passersby.

This effect is so eerie and pronounced - the mask moves rapidly forward to peer at some individuals - that many Waterdhavians refuse to pass by the shop. A street roustabout given to bouts of drinking and violence once loudly declared his intention to “get rid of that haunted mask shop,” and hurled a cobblestone through its window in the darkest hours of a winter night, intending to follow it with a burning brand. The tale of what befell next has spread all over Waterdeep, as one of the many whispered snippets of local lore: The mask lunged at the would-be arsonist, nearly smothered the man, and chased him through the streets until the man was wrestled to a halt by a Watch patrol.

The ground floor of the shop is the showroom and wrapping area, with a “buying corner” at the back. Showrooms (with closets of angled mirrors for a client to stand amid) and storage drawers for standard models of masks are on the second floor. Cutting rooms containing softwood heads with pins, shears, dyeing pans, and drying stretch frames fill the two topmost floors. The uppermost floor also has some beds for workers to sleep in and a hipbath. The attic above is used to store old furniture, shop records over a decade old, and the like. The cellars are used to store bolts of cloth (wrapped in linen covers and hanging from the rafters on angled end-hooks).

The Lurking Mask

In appearance, the black floating mask - dubbed “the Lurking Mask” by someone long ago - looks like this,

except that it’s unusually thick and large enough that only a titan or giant could actually wear it as a facial cover. The mask is a dark purple that appears black in most lighting conditions.

Some time ago, Nurneene worked as an apprentice in a mask-making shop somewhat larger (but less prestigious) than her own store. Clearly more skillful than any other apprentice (and some say even her master), Nurneene toiled in the back of the shop, creating mask after splendid mask, for which her master took full credit.

One day, after Nurneene had lived this life for several years, an ancient-looking man returned to the shop (having purchased one of Nurneene’s skillfully rendered masks for a ball) in search of the one who had created it. When Nurneene’s master took credit for the handiwork, the man scoffed and demanded the truth. Flustered, the mask-maker brought out Nurneene and presented her to the ancient man, who promised someday to reward her for her excellent craft.

Several years later, as Nurneene watched the dream of her own shop crumble down around her, the ancient-looking man called upon her and promised to bring in more customers than she alone could handle. He instructed her to make a large mask with the same attention to detail of her normal masks and clear out her front window. When he returned a few days later, he set the mask in the empty front window and cast a number of spells upon it. Before Nurneene’s eyes, the mask rose into the air and took the position it has maintained ever since.

The mask is a Small animated object permanently enchanted with animate objects and fly spells. It is programmed to hover in the window, to peer at passersby, and to guard the shop and itself if one or the other is attacked. The animated mask also obeys simple verbal commands from Nurneene. Only once has anyone ever successfully dispelled the permanent spells on the mask, but the mask regained its enchantments in a few days.

Nurneene and the Lord of Shadows

The proprietress of the most highbrow mask shop in Waterdeep is a skilled seamstress and crafter of masks, with a true genius for cutting, steaming, and binding materials to obtain a desired shape. Many of her masks soar like crowns or support shells or side-wings that alter the perceived shape of the wearer’s head. Scaled, plush, metallic, or satinlike, the surface finish of her creations is exquisite.

Nurneene is also patient, a diplomat used to handling arrogant and difficult clients, and a good teacher. Her small but loyal staff of six fitters and mask-crafters have, under her tutelage, acquired skills almost to match her own. The two men and four women who work for her can all serve in the shop and make masks; Nurneene simply divides their time so the most beautiful women do the most meeting of clients, and the less attractive plus their male counterparts do more of the backroom work.

Petite and graceful, Nurneene has white skin, russet hair, and large green eyes. Her voice is husky and inclined to rasp when raised, so she’s adopted a quiet, murmuring mode of speech. In recent years, she’s increasingly retired from public view, gliding regally out from a curtained alcove behind the buying-counter when patrons become difficult. If real trouble erupts, she summons her other staff with a handbell. Nurneene’s male staff are both rogues (LE male human Rog3) chosen for their strength and swiftness; they are customarily armed with-and skilled in the use of daggers, darts, saps, and slings.

Some years ago, Nurneene fell in with some thieves who hired her to make masks that would conceal lockpicks, flexible saw-knives, and poisoned darts. She was excited by their exploits but wise enough to know she’d never be more than adequate at actual thievery - and could make a better and safer living as a fence, coin-cleaner (Note from Elminster: Ye would say “money launderer.”), and procurer of supplies for thieves wanting to keep out of sight for a time. She became an avid fan of the city’s thieves, fascinated by their deeds and hungry for news of their unfolding plots and exploits. This knowledge in turn made her dangerous to them - but she saw a way to justify her curiosity about Waterdhavian thievery, stay alive, and even hold some power in Waterdeep’s shady underworld: becoming a cleric of Mask.

To do so, Nurneene sacrificed her wealth and herself to a cold and cruel priest of the Lord of Shadows named Hathrel. As her master, he commanded the building of a chapel to Mask in the deepest cellars beneath her shop (at Nurneene’s expense), and set her to the task of acquiring poisons that would slay paralyze, blind, deafen, or cause slumber. By ongoing sales of these substances, Hathrel hoped to become truly rich. Unfortunately, he didn’t consider Nurneene’s distaste for handling such substances, and he misjudged how her hatred of him had grown to outstrip her fascination and fear. In Skullport, he fell victim to the poisons he’d ordered her to procure, leaving the mask-maker to take control of the small flock of thieves who worshiped at the chapel.

Now grown in number to sixteen or so, these worshipers are almost all street thieves. They have come to love Nurneene, who gives them shelter, food, encouragement, hiding-places for themselves and their loot, and even clothing and bathing facilities - all in return for their “confessions.” So long as they tell her all, she makes them welcome, never demands offerings to Mask or coins for her services (although the devout who can afford it do leave temple offerings), and shares news and gossip she thinks will be of benefit to them.

For her part, Nurneene (NE female human Clr6/Mask1/Exp6/Rog1) has found a satisfying purpose in life (beyond creating ever-wilder masks for rich and frivolous fools). She’s come to truly believe in Mask, and now spends hours praying before his altar, seeking inspiration and guidance. Already she’s been rewarded with visions that directed her to where Hathrel had hidden a scroll, and she has been told in whispers by a hooded dream-figure to “weave schemes and plots to make thieves of Waterdeep’s wealthy and powerful.”

Elminster’s Notes

Know ye that Nurneene bids fair to become a real power in Waterdeep if no ill befalls her. She’s clever enough not to let greed rule her. If the thieves who obey her can manage to do the same, she might well guide them in a sophisticated and subtle series of intrigues and thefts that earns far more coin than even the most spectacularly bold “snatch job” … and do so unnoticed, mayhap for years.

As for her plots, I can reveal that she’s already begun spreading rumors among young noble wastrels - knowing very well that they’ll whisper them to their friends - of a secret society of Deep Lords they might be able to join if they contact the right folk in Skullport and successfully undertake the missions they’re given. Being a Deep Lord, the whispers say, will bring riches and in some few years real power, as the Deep Lords begin to subvert the Lords of Waterdeep and ultimately come to rule the city.

Now, only foolish nobles are likely to believe they could ever hold real power when dealing with illithids, drow, and worse from the Realms Below … but then again, Nurneene won’t be the first cunning person to profit from the naiveté of others.

She’s also busily trying to arrange a warehousing cartel and a corruption of the tax clerks of Castle Waterdeep. When she feels in need of a little entertainment, her own concealing creations allow her to attend revels in costume, posing as visiting nobility. Dalliances there often allow her to collect a few gems from young, impressionable noblemen without even going to the trouble of thievery. Not bad for a mask-maker, eh? (68)

[thedeevirus]

If you’re still recieving Nygmobblepot requests may I request something: Edward helping Oswald get over a breakup with Gordon?

Hi there!

Much as I love the idea of Oswald with a dog, I much prefer the idea of Oswald having his birds like his comic counterpart. So in this little story, Ed gives him his first one to cheer him up :)

Hope you enjoy!

****

‘Come in’.

Ed’s eyes narrowed at the choked sound of Oswald’s voice. Bracinghimself for whatever state Oswald would be in and tightening his grip on thegift he had brought him, Ed opened the office door.

 Oswald was standing with his back to Ed, gazing out of the window. Fromthe back he seemed the picture of quiet composure. The detritus littering thedesk told a different story.

Boxes of Kleenex, a mirror, a snapped eyeliner pencil, no less than fivedifferent tubs of ice cream, each one sampled-

‘Ed?’

Oswald’s voice interrupted Ed’s analysis. As he directed his gaze to hisfriend, his brain automatically connected the evidence on the desk to Oswald’sphysical appearance. Limp hair, reddened eyes, a single telltale streak of ruinedmakeup on one cheek and a plain, grey suit all added up to an utterly deflated,diluted Penguin.

‘It’s been a while’, Oswald said in a tone of careful neutrality, ‘Whatare you doing here?’

Ed held up the package in demonstration, careful not to agitate itsconcealed contents.

‘What you say, I repeat, sometimes in your voice and am known as acutthroat’s companion of choice, what am I?’ Ed pronounced.

Oswald rubbed the bridge of his nose as he sat down at the desk again.He sat slowly and Ed realised his leg must be hurting again. It usually didwhen Oswald was stressed.

‘I don’t mean to be rude Ed but can the riddles wait? I’m in the middleof…something here’.

‘Looks like you’re in the middle of several things’, Ed said, placing hisparcel carefully down on the desk.He picked up a tub of ‘cookies and cream’ and noted how half of it wasmissing.‘All forming a downward spiral by the looks of it’, Ed concluded.

‘I couldn’t pick so I’m just trying each one’, Oswald shrugged, stirringhis currently selected flavour (mint chocolate chip) with a spoon.

Oswald went quiet and Ed nodded, signalling he didn’t need to elaborate.Oswald, as if to distract himself, picked up the mirror and examined his eyescritically.

‘So…do you give up?’ Ed asked, sitting down to face Oswald, decidingawkwardness was more productive than silence.

‘On the riddle or keeping my eyeliner intact?’ Oswald said, shaking hishead at his reflection, ‘Because I’m swiftly losing patience with the latter’.

Ed pulled the sheet off the cage. A parrot with pale plumage save forits red tail feathers regarded them both curiously, head tilted as it chitteredto itself. Ed opened the cage door and stroked the parrot.

‘It’s a parrot’, Ed said, answering his own riddle.

‘I can see that’, Oswald said, surprise breaking through his subdued demeanourlike the sun through clouds, ‘Why is there a parrot in my office?’

‘I thought you could use some cheering up’, Ed offered.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’, Oswald said, eyes dartingaway, ‘I’m fine’.

He reached for the spoon again.

‘Ice cream’s not going to fill that ache you know’, Ed interjected.

‘What would you know about how I feel?!’ Oswald suddenly snapped, throwing thespoon down.

As it clanked against the hard wooden floor and the parrot gave areproachful caw at the noise, Oswald caught himself. He forced himself to meetEd’s stricken face. Of course, Ed knew what it was like to feel heartache. Itdisgusted Oswald that he had forgotten that.

‘I’m so sorry Ed’, Oswald said, ‘I didn’t mean-‘

‘It’s okay’, Ed said, his smile brittle, yet forgiving, ‘We’re bothtougher than we look’.

Ed’s kindness finally brought Oswald’s defenses crashing down. He was tootired to care if Ed had planned such an insidious tactic in advance. He always seemed to know just what to say to coax him. To help draw the poison out.

‘How did you find out?’ Oswald asked.

‘I have my ways’, Ed said but then added reassuringly, ‘Don’t worry Istopped the gossip trail at its source. Permanently’.

But Oswald didn’t seem to hear him. He was just staring at the parrot asit preened itself. Ed knew he wasn’t really seeing it.

‘You know what’s funny?’ he said, ‘I knew this would happen. I tried sohard to think of it as just a fling. I knew Jim would walk away and I’d end upalone. But I let him get close anyway. Jumped every time he called. Let him dowhat he wanted. And for a while it felt wonderful. Just to feel…’

He swallowed hard and inhaled deeply. Ed tactfully ignored the tearsfalling onto the mahogany of the desk, tainting the exposed ice cream withsalt.

‘Wanted’, Ed finished for him.

Oswald gave a hoarse sounding, bitter laugh before savagely scrunchingup a Kleenex and jabbing it into his eyes. Ed held the box up for Oswald as hetook another and blew his nose loudly.

‘You probably won’t understand this but I hate being right’, Oswaldsaid, throwing the tissues away.His smile was poisonous and showed too many teeth.‘See? I told you it was funny’.

‘I don’t think it’s funny’, Ed said truthfully.

‘I suppose riddles are your forte not jokes’.

They sat in silence for a moment. The parrot, noticing the tissues,pulled one out and began to play with it, flicking it back and forth like amatador waving a red cape.

‘One thing I don’t understand is, why Jim Gordon?’ Ed asked carefully, ‘Weboth know you can do better’.

‘Honestly, I don’t know’, Oswald sighed leaning his chin on his palm, ‘Maybebecause every time he called me for one of our little rendezvous it felt likeI’d won something. Like I was proving something to him but in the end, all Iwas doing was fooling myself’.

‘Proving what?’

‘That he’s just like us but he’s just too proud to admit it?’

‘More like too stupid to realise it’.

Ed was rewarded with a genuine chuckle from Oswald.

‘I liked dragging him down with me’, he admitted, ‘Pretended I wasgathering ammunition’.

‘But you’ve decided you won’t use it’.

Oswald shook his head.

‘That’s very noble of you’, Ed observed even as he felt rage bubble insidehim at the thought that Jim Gordon would never know what kind of person Oswaldtruly was.How could the ignoramus ever understand a complex person like that? Whenall he saw was black and white and ideals packed in neat, restrictive boxes.

‘Nothing to do with nobility’, Oswald said, ‘I just know it wouldn’thurt him’.

‘It won’t hurt you forever either’, Ed said comfortingly.

‘You really do know everything don’t you?’ Oswald joked weakly.

‘I just know a thing or two about Penguins’, Ed said.

‘Speaking of which’, Oswald said, gesturing towards the parrot, ‘What kindof parrot is he? Apart from a grey one’.

‘No, you’re absolutely right: his species is a grey parrot. Dexterous,friendly, attractive plumage, highly intelligent-‘

‘Sounds familiar’, Oswald interjected, raising an eyebrow.

‘And talkative’, Ed said, accepting the compliment.

‘What does he say?’

‘Depends on what you say. Forexample’, Ed said and scrunched up his face, ‘Jim Gordon’.

The parrot made a retching noise and held a dramatic wing up to cover its face.Oswald burst out laughing and Ed felt a surge of triumph.

‘How do I look?’ Ed asked, spreading his arms.

The parrot whistled appreciatively and Ed pointed at Oswald.

‘How does Oswald look?’ he asked.

‘I love you Oswald’, the parrot said without skipping a beat.

Ed felt as if his heart had stopped. The damn bird had even said it in aclose approximation of his voice. Ed maintained enough presence of mind to bethankful the bird had been unable to replicate the tone in which he usuallyuttered those words: which was always in a private erotic scenario. Never toOswald’s face.

‘That’s uh not right’, he said weakly but Oswald seemed oblivious to hisdiscomfort.

‘I am both impressed and flattered’, Oswald laughed, ‘How long did it take you to train himto say that?’

Ed shrugged offhandedly, keen to show that it was just a joke. That was all. Nothing else.

‘I-uh I did have to repeat it quite a few times before he caught on’, Edsaid, adjusting his glasses, ’He’s smart, a great bird, but he can be a-‘

Ed cleared his throat, cautious of revealing too much in his attempt to coverhis embarrassment before continuing: ‘…slow learner’.

‘More like tooclever for his own good’, Ed thought but felt the beginnings of relief as Oswald began to stroke the parrot’shead, obviously warming to the creature.

‘I think he and I are going to get along swimmingly’, Oswald said, ‘What’shis name?’

‘Scraps. Speaking of which, I’m going to order some Chinese takeout for us’.

Ed picked up an empty tub of ice cream and threw it in the wastebasket demonstrably.

‘If you’ve had enough ice cream’, he said impishly.

Oswald nodded: ‘Yes please’.

Ed nodded and began to dial on his phone. As it began to ring, he turnedto leave the office, permitting Oswald some bonding time with his new pet.

‘Thank you Ed’, Oswald said as Ed opened the door, ‘You’re a true friend’.

‘You’re welcome’, Ed said without turning around.

Oswald smiled at Ed’s back as he heard ‘I love you Oswald’ once again.

‘Ha! He said it again Ed! You didn’t even have to…’

He trailed off as he noticed the parrot was busying itself by playingwith an ice cream lid, its mouth too full to speak.

‘….signal’, Oswald finished quietly, shock flooding his system as thedoor closed and he realised who had truly spoken.

He clasped a hand over his mouth as fresh tears brewed in his eyes. Unlikethose he had shed for Jim, which had made his chest tighten as if he was drowning,these made him feel lighter than air.

‘I am a slow learner aren’t I?’ he laughed, feeling his heart begin torace.

 The parrot whistled in avian, affirmative reply.

[inanotherlifetimeiknowyou]

Turning Pages and Happy Endings at last

A/N: This is another present for @boosyboo9206! GIRL YOU SO DESERVED THAT PROMOTION AND I’M SO HAPPY YOU GOT IT LIKE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU SIS!! 

Pairings: Fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Warnings: I made myself cry writing this but in a good way.

MUST LISTEN TO THIS SONG!!! PLEASE AND THANK YOU ^^

Enjoy!

Jason licked his lips, hands itching to do something as he ran one through his hair for, maybe, the fifth time already. He heard smothered laugher and shot a glare over at Dick, who stood right by his side with that bright grin of his.

“Calm down, Jay,” he whispered.

No response was offered as Jason tore his gaze off of his brother and looked out at the crowd.

He never thought he’d live long enough to fall in love; never thought he’d get the privilege to meet someone like you. Jason always picked the short straw when it came to life, but it looked like fate had decided to cut him some slack. Not only had he met you, but he’d fallen hopelessly in love with you. This conclusion was drawn after nights spent thinking about you; the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about something you love, the sound of your laughter, the way you smiled just to see him. Hell, he wouldn’t even stop talking about you. Roy often joked that Jason loved you with passion enough to conquer the world.

The thing is, Jason hadn’t been sure if it was a joke anymore.

Now he knew for sure that it wasn’t a joke.

Feeling like he should maybe consider trying to soothe his nerves, Jason took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. “I just can’t believe it,” he murmurs.

Dick snorted, that goofy grin ever-present. “Believe it, Little Wing. You’re getting your happy ending.”

Jason shook his head at the surrealism of it all, scrubbing a hand down his face.

He still couldn’t believe it.

He’s getting married.

The music changed and all eyes went to the spot Jason’s had been glued to ever since he’d stepped up here. Lian and Mar’i started skipping down the isle, giggling as they beautifully scattered the red, orange and white rose petals along the path.

Everything faded away as Jason watched your father walk out with you on his arm.

You took his breath away and he forgot how to function as a human being.

I’m getting married to her. That’s my bride. Tears began to well up in Jason’s eyes as he watched you walk down the isle, his thoughts revolving around the fact that he’d get to spend the rest of his life with you. The woman who he opened his heart to and who gracefully mended the broken within him.

The rest of my life.

He sniffed and wiped at his eyes unashamedly. He could never be embarrassed of the way you made him feel.

Dick smiled wider and placed a hand on Jason’s shoulder, giving a supporting squeeze.

When people ask him when the best day of his life was? Jason’s immediate answer would be this day.

His heart raced the closer you got to the altar where he stood with Dick, Roy, Tim, Damian, Alfred and Bruce.

The moment you and your father reached the altar, Jason’s heart skipped a beat as he took your hand and your dad passed you off to him. The significance of the gesture squeezed Jason’s heart and another tear slipped down his face as he rubbed your knuckles with a thumb. 

You smiled, tears shining in your own eyes, as you went to stand with Kori, Barbara, Stephanie, Cass, Harper, Mar’i, and Lian.

All that mattered in that moment was you. You had been the only thing that mattered ever since he met you. He was helplessly in love, and he found that he didn’t care. Jason’s heart was yours to do with as you pleased. It didn’t belong to him anymore and he trusted you until his dying breath.

Eventually, the time came for vows and Jason cleared his throat as he recited them by heart.

“You ask me how I feel about you and I can’t tell you the name of the emotion. I can tell you that your name makes my tongue tingle, and your eyes calm me down when your touch sets me alight. I can tell you the names of songs and books. I can give you quotes and write you poems. I can give you my heart on a platter. But I can’t tell you just how much I need you. I can’t tell you just how much I love you.” Jason paused, clearing his throat again and smiling at you as he grabbed your hands in his own before continuing. “You are the love of my life. You’re the half I was missing that makes me whole. I’m begging you to be my wife today, because I know for a fact there are guys out there that are so much better than I am, and I know for a fact that they would all fall as helplessly in love with you as I am. I promise our life together will be filled with laughter and love. I promise to be loyal to you. I promise that no matter how rough things get I’ll never stop loving you. I promise to protect you with every bone in my body. For you? I promise to be the best version of myself.”

You huffed out a laugh, tears spilling from your eyes. “I-I should have gone first,” you say, everyone chuckling. 

Jason didn’t need your vows to be extravagant. He didn’t need your vows to be special. They already were to him because they were being said by you, and that made them the most unique in the world.

When the pastor asked for the rings, Lian excitedly made her way over, giggling with Mar’i as they gave you a ring. Damian stepped forward to hand Jason the other ring, still surprised he’d been given such an important role in the wedding.

The girls immediately went back to where they’d been previously standing, watching on with eyes wide in anticipation as Damian also returned to his spot and paid attention to this part of the ceremony.

The pastor smiled. “Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Do you take [F/n] [M/n] [L/n] to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, to cherish, and to hold until the day you die?”

Immediately after the pastor had finished the last syllable of the word ‘die’ Jason answered quickly. “Yes. Definitely.”

Chuckles were heard among the guests and Jason smiled, eyes still watering as they held your [e/c] gaze.

The pastor waited for the chuckles to die down before turning to you and asking, “[F/n] [M/n] [L/n]. Do you take Jason Peter Todd-Wayne to be your lawfully wedded husband to love, to cherish, and to hold until the day you die?”

There was no hesitation in the answer. “I most certainly do,” you responded breathlessly.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Before he could say “You may now kiss the bride,” Jason had his arms wrapped around you and his mouth on yours in a passionate kiss.

Mar’i giggled, Lian “Eww”ed, and Damian wrinkled his nose a bit as everyone else cheered and laughed.

Jason stood outside, hands in his pockets, as he gazed up at violet sky. He still couldn’t believe that he’d gotten his happy ending; that he’d gotten you.

He heard footsteps that he’d recognize anywhere and turned to see you walking over with your heels in-hand and bare feet walking across the lawn as you made your way over to him.

You smiled grandly at him and his heart skipped a beat again.

“Hey Doll,” he greeted, slipping an arm around your waist once you were close enough.

“Hood,” you replied before pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

The two of you then looked back out to the sky, you in Jason’s embrace as you did.

“Jay,” you whispered after a minute or so of silence.

He hummed.

You tried to find words for your request but gave up and right out asked, “Can you sing something for me?”

Surprised, he looked back to you. “What?”

You smiled, blushing slightly. “Sing for me? Please?”

Jason’s face melted into a small smile. “Okay.”

As he thought, you held his stunning green gaze and he held yours.

Soon, he’d decided on a song and licked his lips before starting in a soft, gentle voice.

“This is my love song to you

Let every woman know I’m yours

So you can fall asleep each night, babe.”

While Jason sang he held your gaze in his own, and you both cherished this moment you had, alone.

And you couldn’t help but think about the fact that, now?

Now you had the rest of your lives with each other ahead.

Have a lovely one guys!