#woo dwarves

[sequoia---sempervirens]

Love how in the films when he's in Dol Goldur Thráin is growling and snarling. I think dwarves should be allowed to do that in general.

[ghoask]

People need to get weirder about dwarves

[shurikthereject]

WOO its been a minute! Finals have absolutely destroyed me but im finally done with them so i decided to draw something short and sweet since its also been a while since ive drawn them. Plus my lil headcanon on how dwarves and hobbits show affection! Hope you guys are having a fun summer!

[plussizefantasia]

Unsure Hearts

Read Part One Here: Fluttering Hearts

Warnings: Reader gets grabbed, alcohol, I think that's it tbh

an: heyyyy... sorry I was MIA, lots of stuff going on I'll post an update about it soon. In the meantime enjoy part two of the Kili x reader fic from Flufftober. I think this will be a five-part fic including an epilogue and the next two parts are already underway. I've also got some requests ready to be edited and posted soon. Thank you for bearing with me, much love <3

Kili Durin x Human!Soulmate!reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Thorin was getting worried, Kili had become somewhat of a ghost story over the past month. He had assumed that his nephew was simply doing his duty. Kili had volunteered to be the envoy between Dale and Erebor for the discussions of armament and training. However, that treaty was signed a week ago, and said envoy position was no longer needed. So why in all of Arda was Kili still going to Dale every day? The young prince left as soon as he was finished with his daily tasks and didn’t return to the mountain until well after the sun had set. Thorin was not worried for his nephew's safety, after all, Kili was an excellent warrior and could take care of himself, no, Thorin was worried for Kili’s heart. 

Fili had also noticed his brother’s absence but the blonde prince had always been a bit more perceptive than his surly uncle. Fili had noticed that Kili was missing, but he also noticed that every time he returned to the mountain it was with the most dopey grin that he had ever seen. A grin that he recognized, for it had also graced his face a few months ago when he met his beloved Alma. Fili would bet his beard on it, Kili was in love.

You on the other hand were getting more and more annoyed each time the brown-haired dwarf walked through the front door. He was charming sure, and polite. But he stared. At you. The whole time he was there. And he was there a lot. His attempts to engage you in conversation were far and few between, the few times he was able to grab your attention away from the bustling building he became tongue-tied the moment your eyes landed on his.

Kili didn’t understand why he couldn’t say more than a few words to you without choking on his words. Your eyes had to hold some kind of spell within them. They enchanted him and left him bewitched every time he caught their gaze. It left him frustrated, he had never had this much trouble with women before, why were you so different? Deep down he knew though, you weren’t just any woman. He was afraid though, afraid that naming what you were to him out loud would make it real. And when it is real, it can hurt you. 

There weren’t very many stories on One’s where the love didn’t end up requited, either because it just simply never happened. Dwarves were incredibly stubborn creatures after all, and it was entirely possible that they just wore down their other half until some sort of connection formed. It was also possible that those unfortunate few who weren’t able to woo their other half died of broken hearts. The former was unlikely as Kili kept having to remind himself, he couldn’t die of a broken heart. Right?

He was determined tonight though, to find out definitively if the sparks he felt for you were just interest in the handsome woman from Bree, or if you truly were the other half of his soul. To do that though he would need to say more than a few words to you. The problem with that was that you seemed exceptionally busy tonight.

Busy you were, Brant had told you last night that he was going to be leaving today to go to visit family for some type of emergency. 

“If the place is still standing when I get back, we’ll talk more about it becoming yours someday.” He had said. You were hoping that that ‘someday’ was sooner rather than later. Brant was getting up there in years. Just last week he had hurt himself trying to lift one of the barrels of ale that had been shipped in from the Iron Hills. You had been taking on more and more of his old tasks and to be completely honest, it felt like you did the job of an owner anyway, just without all the benefits.

You weren’t going to let the man down though, even if it did mean rushing back and forth all night trying to keep up with demand all by yourself.

“Another! Y/N,” was yelled in front the back of the room. Roland was a boisterous man who got along with everyone, he was only a year or two older than you and was currently on his eighth pint of the night. He had a large countenance and seemed to fill up whatever space he occupied, he was handsome but the more and more he drank the less his looks mattered. Usually, this is the point in the night where he starts bordering more on unruly rather than fun-loving. Nevertheless, he was a paying customer and as long as he could still walk on his own out the doors, you weren’t going to say no to his money.

You grabbed another pint glass and poured one for him, balancing it and several other drinks on a tray. You steeled yourself with a deep breath before running back out into the fray. 

Walking close to the stool he was sat on you leaned slightly over him and placed his pint down on the counter beside him. He was engrossed in the conversation between the large group of men, something about the best way to skin a buck, you weren’t really listening. As you grabbed his empty glass to take back to the kitchen to be washed, his large hand encircled your wrist none too gently.

“A pint is a wonderful thing, but it is even more delicious when served by a beautiful lady,” He whispered into your ear. You grit your teeth and roughly pull your hand back. 

“Now, Roland, what have we said about touching things that don’t belong to you? Huh? Touch the wrong thing and you might just lose your hand.” You spit back at him. Cutting your eyes up at the mounted swords that rest above the fireplace only a few steps from where the two of you are. “I’d hate to have to clean those swords, they are sharp.” You look back into his eyes, satisfied with the fear that you see within them. You stand back up and place your tray back upon your shoulder. 

“Anything else I can get you gents?” You question the other men scattered about the space. Silence reigned over the air for a few moments. 

“Alrighty then.” 

A pint here, a glass of wine there, and two hot meals delivered later, your tray was empty and everyone in the place seemed momentarily satisfied. 

 Letting out a breath you lean up against the counter.

“What did you say to him?” A somewhat familiar voice pipes up beside you. You turn your head towards the voice. It's the dwarf prince, and you are once again struck with just how handsome he is. You are also struck with the familiar feeling of annoyance, of course, he picked now to talk to you. Just when you had finally afforded yourself a break.

“Hmm?” You raise a singular eyebrow at him. “Who?”

“That large and very drunk man in the back, I couldn’t hear what you said but I could see the look on his face. It was similar to my brother’s when our mother would scold him for forgetting his manners.”

“That’s not too far off actually, Roland over there got a little too comfortable and touched something that didn’t belong to him, I had to remind him of the rules.”

“And what exactly did he touch that was so forbidden?” The prince smirks and laughs.

You smirk back and lift a glass to your lips before uttering one single word, “Me.”

All of the laughter drained from Kili’s face, “He touched you?” His voice had gotten much lower, his eyes darkened right before you.

 You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to stop you right there Your Highness, I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’ve been doing it for years. I don’t need some man, no matter how handsome he is coming to defend my honor every time I’m even remotely slighted. The trail of bodies will get far too long.” You stare into his eyes as you speak, putting all the righteous fury you’ve got stored inside into each word. 

Seconds tick by before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“You think I’m handsome?”

“I think that we have bigger problems if that is the only thing you got from that.” You took another sip.

“No, no, no I got the point, you don’t need a big strong man to come to your rescue. Lucky for you, I am not big.”

The laugh that sprung from the back of your throat caught you off guard, you slap a hand over your mouth in an impossible effort to catch it and shove it back inside. He was funny, he had never been funny before.

Kili liked your laugh even though it was closer to a snort than an actual laugh, and he would be foolish to ignore the way his heart picked up at the thought that he was the one who made you laugh.

“You- I- I have never heard of a dwarf who makes fun of themselves, in my limited experience your lot are very prideful.”

“Not as prideful as some other races, I should think.”

“No, you’re not nearly as prideful as the pointy-eared bastards who hole themselves up in that accursed forest.” Your words held a healthy amount of rage as well as teasing.

“I sense that there is a story there somewhere.” Kili raised an eyebrow, mimicking your face from earlier. He was desperately trying not to think about the fact that this was the longest conversation the two of you had had up to date.

“One that I’m going to need a lot more liquid courage before divulging, I’m afraid.”

“We can make that happen.” Kili wiggled his eyebrows and pointed at the bottles of liquor behind the bar that separated the two of you.

At that very moment, a shout from the rowdy bunch of men in the back rang out, calling for another round.

“Duty calls your highness, but perhaps I will tell you that story… another time.” You winked at him and grabbed for your tray again, beginning to load it up once more. If that is how conversations with the dwarf prince went all the time, you wouldn’t mind having them more often.  

You walked away before Kili could come up with a response, but he was more certain than he ever had been that your heart called to his. Why else would the very sight of you walking away feel like his heart was leaving too?

Read Part 3 here: Troubled Hearts

tags: @bunnybabe-babydoll @kokochanel111 @shiinata-library @oneiratxxia10

[sharpmidnight]

Help! I'm trying to find this Bagginshield fanfic but I can't find it.

After the battle, Bilbo goes back to the Shire but is unhappy and decided to go to Erebor.

In Bree (I think) he meets this group of dwarves also going to Erebor and the main dwarf lady wants to go there to woo Thorin and everyone thinks she's obnoxious. She also does not like Bilbo.

Bilbo uses another name and meets this dwarf who is actually Dís but she also used another name and they become friends.

Also if I remember correctly, the obnoxious dwarf also attacks is Bilbo thinking he's at fault for something?

Edit: IT HAS BEEN FOUND!

Name: I turn at last to paths that lead me home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55319983/chapters/140342878

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

(The Hobbit AU)

Long ago there was a great kingdom of dwarves who built their kingdom in a mountain. The dwarves had great treasures in a mountain. But one day a red dragon named Alastor drove the dwarves out of the mountain including the Prince, Adam. But one day Adam would come back to reclaim his kingdom. Years later there was the Shire and a Hobbit named Lucifer, while he wanted to go on a grand adventure, he had to pretend that he was satisfied with his life earlier a wizard named Sera tried hire him for an adventure.

Lucifer: No matter I can’t live out my desires to have an adventure.

When Lucifer wasn’t looking, Sera placed a sign on the door of Lucifer’s home that only the dwarves could see. She then left to get Adam. That night after Lucifer ate and smoked from his pipe, he was starting to get ready for bed when he heard a knock at the door and he saw a dwarf standing there. He didn’t know why the dwarf was there, but he let him. One at a time a dwarf arrived. The only change were the twin princes named Cain and Abel who arrived at the same time.

Cain: I am guessing you have food for us.

Lucifer: Yes, the others have been taking what they want.

Abel: Don’t worry, dad will be here soon.

After about five minutes he heard a knock at the door again and he opened the door to see Sera there with the most beautiful dwarf he had ever seen. He wore a dark blue tunic with metal embedded in it and over it a dark blue coat with fur on it. His gauntlet on his left arm had a piece of oak tree on it that could be used as a shield. The way he was dressed showed he was royalty.

Sera: Lucifer, this is Adam Oakenshield, the rightful King of Dwarves in the Mountain, may we come in.

Lucifer: Of course.

He should have said no, but he was so enchanted with Adam. Cain and Abel ran to Adam to hug him, they did say their dad was coming. Lucifer flinched realizing that meant this beauty was married.

Sera: Sadly poor Adam’s wife died years ago in battle.

Lucifer: I don’t like that you can read my thoughts.

Sera: I didn’t need to read your thoughts since you have already been undressing Adam with your eyes.

Lucifer sighed and went to sit down close to Adam. While the party was going on Adam started to sing.

https://youtu.be/Pyy_FIYE7EE?si=OwYQ5xrUvGmQWzFO

Lucifer was enchanted with hearing Adam sing of the mountain and the gold we must reclaim.

Sera: This mission needs a burglar who will sneak into the mountain to steal the Arkenstone from under Alastor’s snout.

Lucifer: Why just the Arkenstone?

Sera: The Arkenstone is used as a symbol who is King Dwarves, if you steal this stone and present it to Adam he could rally the troops and free the mountain as well as the human town by the mountain, Lake-Town. You have until morning to figure out if you want to join us or not. Here is the contract for the journey.

Lucifer was torn, wanted to be near Adam. But even with his desire for adventure, he heard of how dangerous dragons were.

Plus he's never left his village before..... It was all a lot to take in so fast and not to mention he could die along the way before they even get to their destination.

Looking the contract over, Lucifer would be paid handsomely when they were successful in their mission. Sera would provide many of the essentials and it would likely take many days to get there since they were going on foot.

There was also a clause that if he were to die that his family couldn't sue Sera..... Good to know.

Not that Lucifer had much in the way of family but he did have a brother. They were as close as brothers could be but ever since he settled down with his wife Lucifer hadn't seen much of him.

Which was fine, he gets it.

Adventure, money, and the potential to woo a beautiful dwarf. What more could he want?

Lucifer crawled into bed and went to sleep, his mind made up.

-

Sera: Lucifer! Glad to see you've decided to join us.

Lucifer: Yes, well.... It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Sera: Excellent!

Adam smiled at him: I'm glad that you decided to come along.

Lucifer felt his heart flutter, he was happy about him tagging along? His honey brown eyes on him made Lucifer feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

[rom-e-o]

So if/when you play Veilguard again, are you going to romance Emmrich again with someone new? Or will you try someone else? Davrin, perhaps?😏

Ahhhh, yes~

So, that's the thing about Veilguard. You can date anyone.

In Inquisition, when I played as my human character Camilla, I could romance Cullen and not worry about possibly accidentally wooing Dorian. When I played as Oleander (my elf), I could romance Dorian and not worry about accidentally wooing Cullen. In Veilguard, you can romance anyone regardless of gender and race (yeah, some characters won't date humans, Qunari, dwarves, etc.) which is amazing. Yes, please!

...That also means I am ALWAYS TEMPTED to romance Emmrich, haha. he's always standing there. Alluringly. Sweetly.

But, Isma will always be my Emmrich romance. Romancing him with someone else just feels wrong, haha.

The elegant Mourn Watcher ballet dancer who yearns for real romance, but is prone to self-isolation and self-loathing, finding a love in a dashing and kind soul that helps her grow. And in return, she helps him discover his self-worth as a person, not only as a professor? Soulmates. Like apple and cinnamon, they are. <3

BUT...

Davrin, my beloved, wait for me. I'm cooking up a insanely hot Rook for you, good sir. Someone very tasty and spicy. Jock energy, for sure. But also someone who relishes in that PERFECT romance novel hero energy Davrin brings. The handsome knight with a silly steed/bird/cat (?) that wants to whisk you off into the sunset? YES PLEASE.

I just can not decide what I want to make them. Probably a Grey Warden, to be honest. They have the most unique dialogue, and teo people bound to duty finding solace in each other just gets to me.

(You CAN romance Davrin and still sacrifice him ... yeah, no. Nooope not doing that.)

I'm picturing some daring, cocky Rook that's always mischievous and smirking. Davrin needs a little controlled chaos (and fun) in his life. Just a smidge~

Plus, Assan needs a mama/papa that will take him rolling in the mud puddles.

[styrmwb]

Rambling About Magic the Gathering X Final Fantasy - Final Fantasy IV

I don't have a special thing to say about IV. Imagine if I could reasonably fit all of these into one post, my life would be easier. Yours wouldn't though. That's a lot of scrolling.

Dwarven Castle Guard

I don't REALLY understand the flavor here, but I do really like the art. IV deserves to have the dwarf slot, even if they are in multiple games.

The Lunar Whale

The art here is incredible, with the moon and the Tower of Babil in the back. Having an airship basically give you an extra card in hand feels very fitting. Propels you forward.

Cecil, Dark Knight/Cecil, Redeemed Paladin

Cecil is one of the simplest, most perfectly executed cards I've seen so far. A simple change from deathtouch to lifelink, AND they translated his special command from both jobs into card form pretty much exactly. In a way, where Darkness uses life, I also like how it activates his transformation when you're halfway dead, like it's halfway through the game. VERY happy with this card.

Kain, Traitorous Dragoon

Poor Kain getting labeled for something that wasn't even his fault (HE WAS MIND CONTROLLED!) I really like how your opponent gets control when you attack with him. You don't want him to get too close to the big bad. Take out the enemies. Unless you want something out of it (which this mainly just feels like a way to balance his effect so it's not totally bad).

Mysidian Elder

This does feel like a card that they made to fill out the smaller, not legendary creature ranks. But this is a great example of old FF sprites in Magic artstyle, I'm a big fan of it. Would have maybe appreciated a little Palom and Porom looking through the door or something, though.

Chocobo Kick

First off, antlion appearance! Woo! This definitely does more than the original simple attack that Chocobo Kick was, but I like that it's here.

Rydia's Return

I love how this card can interpret Rydia's return in two different ways; one where she comes back from "the dead", and one where she grows in power. That's how I see it, at least. Look at Cecil's smile in the art, it's very good; and the Mist Dragon looks amazing.

Giott, King of the Dwarves

I'm. So Glad. That Giott got a card. Over like, Anyone else in the party. Regardless of me being miffed about representation, he does fit well with the previously mentioned Dwarven Guard card, and the art is really good.

Golbez, Crystal Collector

YEAHHHH THIS IS THE GUY I WANT TO SEE! I feel like the villains have generally been some of the best cards in the set, it's awesome. The art is killer, with both his Amano look and his DS look, not to mention that red background in the alt art and the appearance of the Shadow Dragon. I love this so much. His effect is also amazing, needing you to collect eight crystals to do massive damage. You ARE the Zemus.

Rydia, Summoner of Mist

First off, BEAUTIFUL art. Her outfit seems like a combo of her classic art and her After Years art, which is interesting, but the sparkly bits and the mist/Mist Dragon just give the card a great aura. I feel like the Landfall might be in reference to her leaving and returning? Maybe? I'm a little more certain on her Summon thing, which obviously interacts with the Summon cards in the set. I read a comment that said "from the graveyard" was an allusion to the fact that the Eidolons live in a separate realm, which I'd buy for a dollar.

Tellah, Great Sage

The woodblock style alt arts they've done in this set are beautiful, and Tellah is no exception with that storm of icicles. Of course he has to have the ability to sacrifice himself for a giant spell. It would have been interesting to see if they could translate his stats lowering, but honestly, probably for the best gameplay wise that they didn't.

Elixir

Not really a IV card, more of a general FF card, but look at that Hummingway, it's so sparkly and shiny. I can't wait to never use this card. I might need it later.

Baron, Airship Kingdom

THIS art is INCREDIBLE. They have that classic opening formation of the Red Wings in front of the two moons in the sky, this is like, FFIV in one painting.

Mountain

For the generic land of this game, we have Mount Ordeals, where Cecil becomes a Paladin and you fight Scarmigleone. Amazing choice of location, and beautiful art of the location.

Cid, Timeless Artificer

4 our fourth Cid, we have the big man himself jumping out of the airship with a bomb as the party escapes the Underworld, which is his best scene. The joke of having every Cid be the same card does start to show its flaws when there's a more unique Cid like Pollendina here, who could hit things with a hammer, but it's awesome regardless.

Rosa, Resolute White Mage

Another VERY IMPORTANT CHARACTER stuck in the Starter Kit is Rosa. I guess one way to look at it is it's a great place to put in extra guys that didn't quite make it. I need to wind back the salt. Regardless, I do love her effect combining both her bow + aim AND her white magic with the reach, lifelink, and the +1 counters increasing damage. Really good transition of game to game.

FFIV has 14 out of 309 cards, representing 4.5% of the set. Cid is Cid, and Rosa is in the Starter Kit. For the game that I feel like people really start to care about the series (cause it was the 2nd one released in America), I would have expected a bit more from it, but the cards they DID make? Holy shit, the transition of character to card for this game's been outstanding. I'm really really impressed with the IV cast.

Things I would have liked: The Four Fiends again, or at least Rubicante. Plus I feel like Edge not being there kinda sucks? He's one of the final party members. IV has a lot of party members, so I can understand not everyone showing up. But man. Kinda stinks to not see Edge, or Yang, or fucking Zeromus? But we got Giott. Oh well, gameplay is important, I suppose.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Sex Advice

Graham Masterton: it may interest you to know Masterton: that when i'm not writing horror Masterton: i'm writing sex guides Barker: oh yeah? how's that work? i thought you were british Masterton: i Masterton:

Barker: how you gonna write a sex guide when you're british? Masterton: you're british Barker: ah ha ha oh you got me ha ha ha! Barker: this guy's good Barker: he's real good!

Edward Lee: bro you write sex guides? Masterton: yup! Masterton: like 'Mr and Mrs. Erotic Briton' Masterton: and 'Tepid Sex Teatime Soiree' Lee: bro

Lee: bro i'm trying to get my buddy howard laid Lee: you got any advice bro? Masterton: let me see the client Lovecraft: Masterton: ah Masterton: no i don't

Lee: bro c'mon bro Lee: help my bro out here man he's dying Masterton: ok um well Masterton: ok first you need to woo the lady Masterton: try buying her some chocolates Lovecraft: [sweats] oh i can't do that

Lovecraft: I've heard chocolate's from Belgium Masterton: Lee: oh i shoulda mentioned that Lee: my bro here is racist against Belgians Masterton: yeah no that's right and proper Masterton: fuck Belgium!!!

Masterton: but actually chocolate's not originally from Belgium Masterton: it's from south America Lovecraft: what??? that's even worse! Lee: yeah bro you're not really helping your case bro

Lee: bro c'mon give my bro some advice on how to get a lady Masterton: well my expert advice is Masterton: Masterton: have you considered just jerking off? Lovecraft: [sweats]

Graham Masterton: listen ladies Masterton: here's a tip that'll really rive him wild in bed Masterton: next time you're out hiking, pick up a small flat stone

Masterton: and when you're getting in the mood Masterton: surprise him by pressing it against his perineum Tabitha King: Sonia Greene: Angela Carter: Masterton: that means his taint Tabitha King: oh! his taint! well, of course

Masterton: they love me in Poland! Masterton: see, they erected this statue of me as a dwarf Barker: oh yeah they gave you the Keebler elf hat and everything Masterton: it's not a Keebler elf hat! Masterton: it's a dwarf hat! Masterton: there's a difference!

Poe: why are you a dwarf? Masterton: you know, because Masterton: Masterton: look, it's because Masterton: look, dwarves are very important to the polish people, okay? Masterton: they're, like, really big in their culture! Masterton: really big! Masterton: not literally, tho

Barker: yeah for real, why are they putting up statues of you in Poland Poe: it's probably like when they put up that statue of me in boston Barker: i thought you were from Baltimore Poe: yeah but i did visit boston once Barker: Barker: yeah ok sure that counts

[wolves-and-dragons]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 1

Main Masterlist

Synopsis: After spending time in Westeros, the Lady of Larks finally returns home to the Continent, and reuniting with her beloved half-brother Jaskier...with unexpected news. In flashbacks to her past, we see the troubaritz in question performing in the lowest places of King's Landing...and it would've stayed that way were it not for a certain charming Rogue Prince who became captivated by her siren-like voice.

CW: Pregnancy, implied toxic relationship, Daemon being his own warning.

You made it. It took a few months, but the moment you saw land that was the Continent you've grown up in, you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief along with a sense of homecoming.

Despite this temporary moment of bliss, you were not quite out of the woods just yet. You needed to find someone, and you needed this person's help.

Once the ship finally docked at the port in Oxenfurt, you eagerly walk off the ship and run to the nearest tavern where you knew a certain someone would be there entertaining the regular patrons.

Sure enough you saw your brother playing the lute, singing while wooing some of the ladies who were sipping from glasses of wine.

It was different from the crowds you were entertaining prior to sailing back to the Continent; back in a foreign land where your songs and ballads had caught the attention of a certain foreign prince with long silver locks and violet eyes.

------------flashback: Westeros, King's Landing----------------

In the land of Westeros, you found yourself in King's Landing, making a name for yourself in various taverns and occasional brothels. Your ballads of a Continent to the near east, a land of magic, monsters, monster hunting mutants, and elves and dwarves had garnered the interest of the locals in the city.

While you didn't quite achieved the level of fame your brother back home had, it was enough to keep a roof over your head and food on the table.

One evening you had a gig at a heavily frequented pleasure house on the street of Silk. You stood before the crowd, which strangely enough, consisted of soldiers of the City Watch this night, many were already drunk on barrels of cheap wine and seeking temporary pleasure from the working girls and men.

You ignore the debauchery surrounding you, tune your lute, and sing to the patrons a love song in the elven tongue. You knew the patrons and workers wouldn't understand the words, but they were captivated by the beauty of the language. Unbeknown to you at this time, your angelic voice had just attracted the attention of a certain patron whose exploits and brutality were well known throughout King's Landing, especially in this part of town.

As soon as you finished, the audience clapped and cheered, a few of them asking for more. Much as you wanted to keep the show going, you needed a break and some watered down wine to lube your vocal cords before continuing.

You disappeared in the back, checking yourself in the mirror, not paying attention to anyone else coming in.

"You have a beautiful voice," you hear a masculine voice behind you. Startled you turn back to possibly confront whoever it was.

Your eyes widen when you face the man before. Long silver blonde hair, violet eyes and a handsome face.

"Uh, thank...you," you say, not knowing what else you could say. The man smirk, almost like he was on some kind of hunt and he was close to catching his prey.

You had yet to determine if you were the prey in question.

"What was the language you were in singing in?" he questions, approaching you. "It' was in Elder speech," you explain, "the language of the elves, I'm not sure you've ever seen one before." "Can't say that I have." "They're not much different from humans," you continue, "but they have pointed ears and have longer life spans." "Interesting," the man says, "perhaps I should have a chance to come across one if you took me to your lands."

You tilted your head a bit at that comment, "I know you're not from Westeros," the man explains, stepping closer and placing a hand on your cheek, "your accent gives it away. Nor are you from the Free Cities. Tell me, Little Lark, where is your home?"

You stared into his eyes, surprised by how warm his hand was. Your mind was blank for a brief moment, before you remembered he had asked you a question, "Uh, I'm from this Continent that is a little closer to Westeros," you explain, "it's a land of magic and monsters, even dragons. I uh, I've traveled nearly all over the place before I came here. Redania, Temeria, Kaedwen; I even made some travels to Toussaint and Skellige and Cintra too, but you probably wouldn't have heard of these places."

"No, I suppose not," the man takes his hand away from you, "what is your name, Little Lark?" "(y/n)," you answer, "...what's yours?"

The man raised an eyebrow, realizing you didn't even know who he was. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew of Daemon of House Targaryen, brother to King Viserys, heir to the Iron Throne, rider of the dragon Caraxes, Commander of the City Watch, and the Rogue Prince.

Daemon merely looked at you, small smile on his face.

"I look forward to your next performance, (y/n)," he chuckled as he turned his back and left.

-----------end of flashback------------------

When Jaskier had finished his performance in the tavern, he caught a glimpse of you. At first the bard had thought he was seeing things, as it had been nearly two years since last he saw you, his little sister.

But you were still standing amongst the crowd. He makes eye contact with you before disappearing the back.

You follow him.

"Oh my gods, (y/n), is it really you?" Jaskier says, barely to contain the excitement in seeing you after so long. He pulls you into a hug, making a joyful laugh as he did so.

"It's been so long, little sister. We have so much to catch up on." "It's good to see you too, Julian," you admit, feeling a sense a joy you hadn't felt in months now, "I've missed you. How's Geralt doing, by the way?"

Jaskier pulled away at the mention of the witcher's name, "Ah, who knows," he shrugs, "Last I heard, he finally took responsibility for his child surprise. I'm not sure if you heard what happened in Cintra." "I still managed to get some updates on the happenings on the Continent from Westeros," you tell him, "It'll be nice to see Geralt again. Maybe he can help me with..."

"...help you with what?" Jaskier frowns, noticing the change in your facial expression, "(y/n) what happened? Did something happened to you while you were there?" "Well...kinda, yeah," you nod, "I uh...*sigh*, Jaskier I fucked up. Big time. I need help." "What happened?" your brother asks with concern. "Do you remember when you told me to do as you say, not as you do, especially when it comes to fraternizing with royalty?" you ask back.

"Yes?" Jaskier frowns a little, not sure about where this was going. "I kinda did the opposite," you admit, pulling your cloak back to reveal a swollen belly, making Jaskier's eyes pop out in realization, "(y/n), you're...uh, wow, uh, okay, this is happening. I'm going to be an uncle, this is...this is exciting. But wait, (y/n), who's....who's the father?"

"That's why I need help," you sigh, feeling shame from your current situation, "I can't raise this baby alone, and...I can't let the father know about this little one's existence."

"Wait, why?" Jaskier frowns in confusion, "why can't the father know?" "Jaskier please-" "Did...did he hurt? Did he hurt my sister?" "Jaskier!" you speak up in a serious tone, "I can't. Please, this is important. If he knew, if anyone in his family knew, it wouldn't end well for this child. I just know it. Please, help me out." 

Jaskier took a deep breath, still clearly upset at the idea that someone could've possibly abused you or worse, but he speaks, "alright. Yes, we'll get through this. Don't you worry, (y/n), everything is going to be alright. What do you need me to do?"

"I need to find a place to raise this child," you tell him, "someplace safe that no man can easily get to. A place that can be well guarded if need be."

Jaskier thinks on it, "I think I might know a place like that."

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The following morning back in King's Landing, you were in your room, breaking your fast with some eggs, bacon, and a jug of goat's milk when you heard a knock at your door.

You go to answer to find a young lad on the other side with a scroll that contained the king's seal.

"Can I help you?" you ask. The lad hands you the scroll, "a summons from His Grace Viserys, King of the Andals, the Rhoenar, and the First Men," the lad says, "and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."

"A message from the king?" you raise an eyebrow, "to little ole' me. What an honor."

You read the message, your eyes slowly widen as you did so.

Apparently today was the king's daughter, Princess Rhaenyra's nameday. There was to be a feast of celebration this evening to honor the princess, and you were personally summoned by the king to perform in front of the royal family.

"This, uh, wow, this is quite an honor. Inform His Grace I shall not disappoint."

When evening came around, you dressed in your best outfit, lute in one hand, and your other hand carrying several ballads you had just composed as tribute to the princess.

You came to the Red Keep, showing the guards your invitation and they permitted you inside.

Once inside, you familiarize yourself with your surroundings. Lords and Ladies from all over seem to have ventured all this way to celebrate the princess's nameday and to pay respects to the royal family.

You found yourself wondering if this was similar to what your brother encountered that one time he was invited to play in Cintra for Princess Pavetta's engagement banquet.

The time finally came for the royal family to make their appearance at the front of table. First to be announced was King Viserys and his wife Aemma, followed by their daughter the Princess Rhaenyra.

You could sweat start to buildup; you were summoned here to preform for the princess and her family, it was important you impress them.

You tune your lute as the family took their seats. Once everyone else had been seated you approach the royal families' table, curtsying as you did so, "Your Grace," you nod to the King, "Your Grace," you say to the Queen, "Princess," you say to Rhaenyra.

"Who is this?" you hear Viserys question, clearly confused by your presence. "My name is (y/n), your Grace," you explain, confused by his confusion, "I was summoned here to perform for the princess's name day." "I don't...quite recall summoning a troubadour to perform this evening," Viserys admits, making some of the nobles exchange looks. "I was summoned," you insist, pulling out the scroll, "a messenger brought this to me. It contains the king's seal."

  Viserys gestures for you to approach and hand you the scroll. He unrolls it to read it, "it does contain my seal," he admits, "but I do no recall commanding the scribes to write this."

"That's because I had the scribes write it," you hear a familiar voice behind you. You turn to see it was the same silver blonde man that had approached you the night before, as handsome and arrogant as he was, "forgive me, brother, I meant for this to be surprise. This young woman's voice and talent were a gift from the gods. I could not think of a gift better suited for the princess on her name day."

You briefly turn to the king, the back to Daemon, now realizing exactly who this man is.

Viserys concealed his ire at the fact his own brother went behind his back and carried out orders in his name, especially for something as petty as bringing one of his...companions to court. However the king was not about to cause a scene and start anything tonight, this was his daughter's day after all.

Sensing her father's annoyance, Rhaenyra stood up and spoke to you, "you must be quite talented to have garnered my uncle's interest," she says, "I should like to hear you for myself."

You look at Daemon, who had just taken a seat at the table, smirking from the whole thing, then back to the princess. You take a deep breath, tune your lute and play the song you had composed just this morning.

All while trying your best to conceal the annoyance and humiliation you felt was caused by the man seated on the very end of the table.

-----------End of Flashback: Kaer Morhen---------------------

The witchers that had taken residence in the witcher's keep for the winter were in the dinning hall for breakfast.

Ciri, who had just came to Kaer Morhen little less than a month ago, was scarfing down her food, eager to get started with her training.

"Slow down, girl," Lambert nudges the young girl, "you're going to get sick if you keep wolfing down your food like that." "I can't help it," Ciri says, swallowing whatever she had just eaten, "I want to learn how to fight."

"You have all the time in the world," Coen assured her, "you have all winter in fact."

"Well I want to get started as soon as I can," Ciri says, downing her cup of milk before standing up. She runs to the door, nearly bumping into Eskel on the way.

"Someone's eager to get started," Eskel jokes, joining his brothers and grabbing some bread. "Just wait till the end of the day when she comes back with bruises on her arms and cuts all over," Coen say.

Ciri ran to the keep's main door and opened it right when you were about to knock. "Oh uh, hello," you greet the young girl, "you must be Ciri. I've heard a lot about you." "Uh, who are you?" Ciri asks confused.

The other witchers in the main hall look to you, wondering how a stranger made it to their keep, and in your present condition.

"I'm looking for Geralt," you announce as you walk in, "he wouldn't to be here would he?"

"(y/n)?" you hear the aforementioned white haired witcher walk into the main hall, approaching you. "Hey, Geralt," you greet him, "it's been a long time. Years I'd say."

"It has," Geralt nods when he notices your swelled belly, "what have you been up to, (y/n)?"

"You know this woman?" Eskel asks. "She's Jaskier's sister," Geralt confirms, "looks like you've been up to a lot recently."

"That's a bit of an understatement," you admit.

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"So as you can all see," you say to Geralt and the other witchers at the table, "I uh, I'm expecting." "Was kinda hard not to notice," Lambert mutters, earning a nudge in the rib from Coen.

"So the last few years I've been spending some time overseas," you explain, A little place called Westeros. I spent most of the time there in this city playing songs and ballads at various taverns and brothels before I got in good with some uh, important people, and I ended up catching the attention of a certain person and long story short, we fucked over and over until..." you gesture to your baby bump.

"Does the father know?" Geralt asks. "No," you shake your head, "And I'd like it to stay that way. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew had to get away from that place as fast as I could. So here I am. This child needs to safe place to grow up in, and...this is the safest place I could think of."

"Ah uh, no, no way," Lambert shakes his head, "this is not a fucking nursery. We already have one brat running around this keep, we don't need another." "Lambert!" Geralt scolds, "Of course you can stay, (y/n), if you feel this is the best place to raise your child. Though I could think of more appropriate places."

"This is the best place, trust me on this," you assure, rubbing your bump. Eskel, Coen, and Lambert exchange looks, wondering why you chose Kaer Morhen of all places. Something wasn't quite adding up.

----------flashback-----------

Once you finished your composed song, you waited in anticipation hoping for approval with the royal family.

There was silence, then the princess Rhaenyra smiled and clapped; her family and the nobles joining in on the applause. You smile back before you begin your next song.

After your performance, you curtsy and move to take a break while the nobles mingle amongst themselves.

You pour yourself a glass of wine and step out on the balcony hoping to have some time to yourself.

That was short lived however when you felt the presence of another individual approach.

"An outstanding performance," you hear Daemon say, goblet of wine in hand as he stood next to you. You turn your gaze, still miffed at the deception.

"My niece speaks highly of you," the prince continues, sipping his wine, "She especially seems to like your ballad of the cursed knight and the Cintran princess."

"Why didn't you tell me who you are?" you ask, "why go through all this subterfuge just to bring me here?" "I don't quite understand what you are talking about, Little Lark," Daemon says, feigning innocence.

You turn to the Rogue Prince, heat in your cheeks from anger, "you humiliated me in there," you tell him, "I was under the impression I was here by order of the king, but it turned out I wasn't. It was you this whole time."

"I wouldn't say you were humiliated," Daemon shrugs, "quite the opposite with the way you wooed the lords and ladies with your siren voice." You scoff in disbelief, not knowing it was possible for someone to be this arrogant, "I don't know what game it is you're playing here, Prince," you say in a low tone, "but I want no part in it."

"I'm playing no games here, Little Lark" Daemon assures, "I merely provided you an opportunity." "Opportunity?" "To curry favor with the royal family and anyone else who may come your way." You look at Daemon, smirk on his handsome face, "should that be the case, I hope I may get to know you better."

You weren't sure if he was serious about what he just told you, but you still didn't want any part of his antics.

  "A very generous offer I am sure," you say, "but I do not anticipate staying here longer than than tonight." You sip your way and turn your back on Daemon, "good evening, your Grace."

When you walked back into the ball room, you were approached by Rhaenyra, "you played splendidly this night, (y/n)," the princess compliments, "I shall like you to play for me again." "I supposed I could do one more performance before this night ends," you tell her.

"That's not what I meant," Rhaenyra admits, "I wish for you to stay here and compose songs as my personal bard. I've already spoken with my father on this, and he believes this to be a good idea. You will be well paid for, I promise you that."

Your eyes widen a bit. It was an opportunity of a life time. You also remembered what Daemon had said, and wanted to refuse. But the look on Rhaenyra's face said this wasn't something you refuse the princess, especially since it was her name day.

You were silent for a moment before taking a small bow, "you honor me with this generous offer, princess. I shall play for you till my throat turns raw if you command me to do so."

Chapter 2

[mintedwitcher]

For some unknown and unknowable reason, my brain has decided to taunt me with the idea of all the 'eligible' Dwarves in the Company having a crush on Bilbo. Naturally I only know the movie canon which treats all of them as simply walking exposition dispensaries and not characters with their own personalities, so I'm making a lot of things up on the fly here.

I've already got Ori trying to 'woo' Bilbo with books (Bilbo is utterly and completely unaware of said 'wooing'), but I'd love to get ideas for the others.

For clarity, the Dwarves being featured will be: Ori, Nori, Bofur, Bombur, Fili, Kili, Dwalin, and Thorin.

(I'm leaving the others out due to either age, personal headcanons on their private lives, or canon relationships)

So if anyone has ideas for how the others could attempt to 'woo' Bilbo, feel free to jot them down in the notes and I'll use my favourites (with credit)

[witchesoz]

The Wicked Witches of the West (3)

In my previous post, I covered the MGM's Wicked Witch of the West, plus her direct continuations and revivals. Here, however, I want to talk about the... "alternate" MGM witches, so to speak.

As we all know, Margaret Hamilton's character was a HUGE pivotal point in the evolution of the Wicked Witch of the West. From 1939 onward, a lot of people thought the witch had to have green skin, an all black outfit, and the Hamilton mannerism. With the slight problem being that the character played by Margaret Hamilton belonged to MGM and was not "free to use"... So when people still wanted to pay homage/reference/toy with the MGM's Wicked Witch, but couldn't get the rights, they had to "diverge" somehow.

Disney is one of the most famous "culprits", as it kept trying to do MGM-WoO related projects without ever getting the rights. They notoriously produced in the 2010s two "diverging green Wicked Witches".

One is the characters of Theodora, from the movie "Oz the Great and Powerful" - supposed to be a prequel to the MGM "The Wizard of Oz", while not actually being so because Disney couldn't align themselves with the MGM lore. This discrepancy between the desire to make an MGM-aligned movie and the legal incapacity to do so shows notably with the design of Theodora as the Wicked Witch. They use a similar black outfit to the 1939 movie but in a very different cut and shape, she still has a green skin but of a different shade,we are still having "witchy" features but not the same facial traits...

The second one was the character of Zelena from the television series "Once Upon a Time" - whose design is a nod to the MGM Wicked Witch, due to her green skin and black outfit. Outside of the green skin (which she loses once she enters a non-magical world) and the black "witch" outfit, there isn't much linking her to the 1939 Witch design-wise. (And I have a lot of angry things to say about the decision the showriters took to try to explain her green skin...)

Outside of those two you find other "diverging green witches" in various media. To take one example among many: the Oz-themed episode from "Fame", "Not in Kansas Anymore" (once again we see the choice of purple to complement and replace the black).

These three takes on the Wicked Witch are actually reflecting a thing I could call the "sexification" of the Wicked Witch. Other could speak of a "glamorization", but ultimately I prefer to describe it as "feminization" of the Witch of the West. Margaret Hamilton's character in the MGM movie was distinctively designed to have a lot of her feminity taken away, to enhance the "archetypal hag of childhood mythology" feel of the Wicked Witch. A decision which is VERY interesting when you know that the original plans for the Wicked Witch in the MGM movie were to have a coldly beautiful, creepily sexy, glamorous witch inspired by Disney's Evil Queen in "Snow-White and the Seven Dwarves".

And when you compare the various examples I provided previously - Fame's and Webber's Wicked Witches, Zelena and Theodora - to Hamilton's character, you see the clear change as the Wicked Witch gains... dare I say a sex-appeal? Makeup is worn, as in conventional makeup like lipstick. The flat, skinny, shapeless silhouette of the witch now has feminine curves highlighted by an outfit far less covering than the matronly, old-fashioned dress of 1939. We see the witch's neck, arms and shoulders. We see her legs as pants are being worn. The hair is less covered, less hidden, more colorful, more shaped.

We are not yet in the territory of the Wicked Witch as a pin-up, but we are getting closer to it.

[lelianasbong]

my aeducan making herself comfy as alistair's mistress, marrying him to anora (and wooing her because let's be real anora is a CATCH and my lady aeducan is nothing if not a gentleman)

she's a busy woman with a summer home fortress in amaranthine, she's a living god among dwarves and her little brother who tried to fuck her over?? owes her his throne asfjfgkfl;; unstoppable.

[quotablefanfiction]

“Are you not a king? Shouldn’t you be well-versed in this kind of thing?” Thorin scowls. “I have no patience for courtly airs or fripperies,” he says. “I say what I mean, as any good king should.” “Even good kings should be better at giving an honest compliment,” Bilbo says, feeling much more relaxed now. “How do you expect to woo your intended if you sound like you are giving her a dire omen instead of telling her how nice her beard looks?”

Thorin is not complimentary by nature (chp. 1)

You Got Me by drunkonwriting (AO3) The Hobbit – General/Teen – Bilbo Baggins/Thorin Oakenshield #Alternate Universe #Canon Divergence #Dwarf Culture & Customs #Company focused #everyone loves Bilbo #Fluff #Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies

The Company shows their affection for Bilbo in accordance with dwarvish tradition. Bilbo… has no idea why everyone keeps giving him gifts.

(Dwarves give gifts of craft to start friendships or romance. Everybody lives AU, canon-compliant through the first movie.)

[noxiousgrace]

I'm being plagued by visions again

Industry baby- lil nas x

Guys...

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Ayy, oh, let's do it (oh, let's do it)

I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit

I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me

Krs becoming team leader and everyone shit talking him before he proved himself to be adequate for the job

Alberu while he was the most neglected out of the 3 princes, then becoming crown prince and the center of the raon kingdoms forces

Krs!Cale during the eastern nobles meeting, putting everyone in their place

The flame dwarves after becoming cale henituses subordinates and actually being able to make proper tools, instead of being shamed by the white stars forces constantly

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And this one is for the champions

I ain't lost since I've began, yeah

Funny how you said it was the end, yeah

Then I went did it again, yeah

Alberu dominating the competition on his way to the throne, even fighting on the front lines

Cale his people hope time and time again even though the white star was convinced he would fail

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I told you long ago on the road

I got what they're waiting for

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

(I got what they're waiting for)

I'll run from nothing, dawg, get your soldiers

Tell 'em I ain't layin' low

(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)

Anyone from the family once someone messes with them fr

Especially if they mess with cale (are we forgetting the 10 minutes in the molden kingdom,,,)

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You was never really rooting for me, anyway

When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say

He'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers

Tell 'em that the break is over

This is lowkey director ma and krs

This is lowkey zed crossman and alberu

This is lowkey the WS and the hunters (and his ass did in fact fail LMAO)

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My track record so clean

They couldn't wait to just bash me

I must be gettin' too flashy

Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me

It's too late, 'cause I'm here to stay

And these girls know that I'm nasty

I sent her back to her boyfriend

With my handprint on her ass cheek

Krs would never touch anyone period but he definitely let the white star run back to the god of despair with a handprint on his face LMAOOOO

Also literally krs bro have you seen his history as team leader (fuck director ma and the foreign guilds)

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City talkin’, we takin’ notes

Tell ‘em all to keep makin’ posts

Wish he could, but he can’t get close

OG so proud of me

That he chokin’ up while he makin’ toast

I'm the type that you can’t control

Said I would, then I made it so

KIM. ROK. SOO. YOU CAN'T CONTROL HIM NO MATTER WHAAATTTT

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I don’t clear up rumors (ayy)

Where’s y’all sense of humor? (Ayy)

I'm done makin’ jokes

‘Cause they got old like baby boomers

Turn my haters to consumers

I make vets feel like they juniors (juniors)

KRS being too oblivious to clear up the rumors,,,,

Also clopeh was a hater-turned-consumer and ik I'm right

Bro every enemy he made into his subordinate became consumers are we fr

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Say your time is comin’ soon

But just like Oklahoma (mmm)

Mine is comin’ sooner (mmm)

I'm just a late bloomer (mmm)

I didn’t peak in high school

I'm still out here gettin’ cuter (woo)

All these social networks and computers

Got these pussies walkin’ ‘round

Like they ain’t losers

Literally krs is a late bloomer through and through, it wasn't until he teamed up with LSH that he finally started unlocking his actual potential

Also this applies to everyone tbh TCF is centred a lot around growth

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[exhausted-archivist]

Nice Long Info Dump of Anjou Baskar

I'm just gonna talk about Anjou cause I can't sleep and this has been all the things running through my head the past few days. I can't find a good ask meme for her to riff off of (if you have one do feel free to send it my way.) I'm also writing this with the end point being the start of her cookery journey in 9:44 Dragon.

Anjou Baskar

She/Her Born: 8th of Harvestmere 9:06 Dragon Favorite Colour: Greens and Creme colours Favorite Food: Spiced pears and pomegranates with goat cheese Favorite Drink: Elderflower tea

Family: Daughter to Ottilie and Markus Baskar Sister to Myrtille, Cassi, and Ambra Baskar Cousin to Lichen and Milena "Greenie" Gundaar, Lorena and Eliseo Gunnarr

Home: Anjou grew up on the border to Nevarra, the Anderfels, and Tevinter in a small city between Nessum and Perendale. Honestly, haven't nailed down exactly where, but leaning more towards the river. Her family does finance themselves through being merchants.

This city is where Anjou's family keep their main warehouses, a library, museum, and their estate. Most of the city's population are dwarves, humans, and elves. Grey Wardens are common visitors, partially because the city acts as a small way station and because the Baskar House has strong connections with the Wardens going back to the First Blight.

Anjou grew up on the house estate, being part of the main family line. She would often visit the house farms run by the Gundaar family, where she would take lessons with her cousins Lichen and Greenie as both of them specialized in natural areas of study. Lichen preferring geology and Greenie being focused on botanical studies.

Her cousins Lorena and Eliseo were a branch of the family that focused on the studies of combat and weapons. Eliseo is a skilled smith and Lorena a skilled warrior. Lorena left when Anjou was 16 to join the Wardens, and Eliseo joined her, aiming to be a smith for the Order.

Timeline

At the young age of 17, Anjou set off to study the culinary practices of Nevarran chefs, having taken interest in their attention for food pageantry as well being a hot spot for not only cultural food trades, but a hub for traditional practices of the Mourn Watch. (9:23 Dragon)

At the age of 21, she set off to apprentice with an Orlesian pastry chef; endeavoring to master their various desserts. It was around this time that she started hearing whispers about the Fifth Blight in Ferelden through her friend Silas' letters and other dwarven merchants who came from Orzammar. But she, and many others in western Orlais - as well as the surface in general - expressed a fair bit of doubt. (9:27 Dragon)

At the age of 25, she goes home at her parents request. Their refusal to allow her to continue her studies in Ferelden where the blight just ended the primary reason. Silas' confirmation on there actually having been a blight convinces her to listen.

When she is home, Silas stops by for a visit. This is the first time Silas meets Anjou's parents, who were expecting a nice dwarven man that was suitor trying to woo their daughter. Having heard about him and his good character from Anjou's cousin Lorena, they approved of him as a marriage prospect. They were surprised to be greeted by a very tall human Grey Warden. It was also this visit home, that Silas took Anjou on a date for the first time and Anjou realized that Silas not only had feelings for her but that she was open to the idea of a relationship with him. (9:31 Dragon)

At the age of 26, Silas was sent on a mission to Kirkwall after some curious events there. Anjou took the opportunity to travel with him and then make her way up to Antiva. (9:32 Dragon)

At the age of 28, news of the First Battle of Kirkwall reaches her parents and they urge Anjou to leave Markham and continue to Antiva where they got her a position in a well known kitchen. She relents, and makes the move. (9:34 Dragon)

At the age of 32, she was welcomed into the kitchen of a Fereldan noble, Mila Khans. There she studied fermentation, smoking, and other utilitarian food preparations while also the proper presentation. While in service of the Khans house, Anjou learned a surprising amount of eel and apple recipes - not that many overlapped between the two. (9:38 Dragon)

At the age of 34, the conflict brewing between mages, templars, and the Chantry and the brewing Orlesian civil war cut her Ferelden studies short. Her family worried she'd be trapped there should conflict break out, summoned her home in the summer of 9:40 Dragon. A month after she arrived home, news of the civil war washed through Orlais. (9:40 Dragon)

At the age of 35, the Breach. Anjou was more or less confined to the family estate for the entirety of 9:41, as was most of the children of House Baskar. During that time she spent most of her time working at the Merchant branch. They received word from Weisshaupt they needed supplies and support in the Anderfels and Anjou jumped at the chance to leave as well as go to visit Silas. For the next two years Anjou worked with the Wardens and during this time their romantic relationship deepened, though no formal courtship was started. She was called away by her parents and at Silas' urging as a civil war among the Wardens was brewing and tensions were rising.

At the age of 38, Anjou and a majority of the House Baskar and the offshoot houses met with concerns. Troubling information was pouring in through their contacts was reinforcing the 14 year old rumor of the incoming Blight in the Anderfels, Qun movement in the south, continued disruptions by the Venatori, the weakening grip of the Archon on Tevinter, and many more. The debate to begin the call for mass archive goes on long before the consensus is reached.

With the decision to start the process, Anjou informs her parents of her intention to document the foods across Thedas as well. They implore her to travel with a guard as she's never been without company. While she agrees initially, at dawn the next morning she leaves the family home on her little shetlend pony.

A few months into her journey, she finds herself traversing into the Frostbacks. Making her way up the slops with her pony, solo, she gets herself in a little situation that puts her in need of rescue. Luckily Audur and his sister happen to be traveling by when they see her and her pony get buried in snow from the trees above.

Audur pulls her out the siblings take Audur to their hold. It is from there that she begins her first point of archiving. She asks about and writes down a wealth of recipes over the course of the next two months till the weather clears enough for travel. Audur and Anjou become quite close and since Anjou made it to the hold with more or less sheer luck, Audur offers to escort her down.

But once they reach the base, Audur decides to continue traveling with her. They later meet up with Silas once back on the main road at the first tavern they reach. Silas had been tracking Anjou down since he received word from her parents, they had asked for him to do them the favor of escorting Anjou. More than willing, he started on his way to meet up at the estate, only to find she had a month head start on him. Winter weather and the like slowed him down despite his best efforts, and he was genuinely surprised she had made it to the Frostbacks.

Silas joins Audur in escorting Anjou and this is pretty much where I'm at.