witchthewriter

[witchthewriter]

"𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆."— J.R.R. Tolkien

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭. ⋆.˚📜..𓂃 ִֶָ🪶་༘

Homely, Affectionate, & Hospitable.

Hobbits, also known as Halflings, were a mortal race of Middle-earth. Though their exact origins are unclear, they were initially found in the northern regions of Middle-earth and below the Vales of Anduin. 

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔

The Harfoots were the most common Hobbits. They were smaller and shorter than the other kinds and had browner skin.

The Stoors often chose to live near water or on flat land. They were broader and heavier in build than the other Hobbits and their feet and hands were larger.

The Fallohides, who preferred trees and woodland, were the least common variety of Hobbits. They had fairer skin and hair and were taller and slimmer than the others.

𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆:

𝑇𝘩𝜀 𝑆𝘩𝜄𝑟𝜀 – A patchwork of meadows, gardens, and green hills. Here, Hobbit-holes nestle beneath the earth like hidden worlds; round doors painted in soft tones, fragrant gardens blooming with marigold, lavender, and thyme. Life here is neighborly and known: bells chime for tea, and gossip drifts like birdsong through open windows.

𝐵𝑟𝜀𝜀– For the slightly braver Hobbit. Bree is a bustling town at the crossroads of travelers. Life is messier but exciting. You might run a bakery near the Prancing Pony or trade gossip with a Dúnedain ranger while hanging up your laundry.

𝛤𝜄𝜈𝜀𝜋𝜕𝜀𝑙𝑙– For the odd Hobbit scholar or dreamer. Here, under moonlit waterfalls and whispering trees, a Hobbit might study Elvish lore, eat in peace, and keep an herb garden of rare flowers passed down by Elven hands.

𝑀𝜄𝜋𝛼𝑠 𝑇𝜄𝑟𝜄𝜏𝘩 – A white-stone city where only the most adventurous or learned Hobbits dwell. They live in quiet corners of the city, often near libraries or bakeries with honey cakes.

𝑊𝜄𝑙𝜕𝜀𝑟𝜋𝜀𝑠𝑠 𝐻𝜎𝑚𝜀𝑠𝜏𝜀𝛼𝜕 – The recluse. A Hobbit who lives near Lake Evendim or deep in the Southfarthing, alone but content. Their burrow is overgrown with ivy, and they speak more often to birds than to people.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆:

Most Hobbits enjoy farming, food, ale, parties and the giving and receiving of presents. Their lifestyle is quite laid-back, as they preferred a quiet, normal, and peaceful life.

A Hobbit's lifestyle is deeply rooted in routine.

Especially when it comes to food.

Breakfast. 7:00–8:00 AM Usually hot and hearty. For example, eggs, sausages, porridge with cream, buttered toast, mushrooms, stewed apples, and strong tea. It’s the foundation of the day.

Second Breakfast. 9:00–9:30 AM A lighter snack to keep energy up before labour or walking. Baked goods (scones, seedcakes), fruit, or leftover meat pies. Often eaten outdoors while tending the garden.

Elevenses – 11:00 AM A midmorning break similar to English "elevenses". Think biscuits, honey cakes, sweet buns, and more tea. It’s also a social hour; Hobbits often pause and chat here.

Luncheon – 12:30 PM A proper midday meal. Roasted chicken, cheeses, pickled vegetables, potato salad, fresh bread, and ale. Often shared communally or enjoyed in a shady spot under a tree.

Afternoon Tea – 3:00–4:00 PM Their most ritualized meal. Always includes tea -herbal or strong black- and a selection of tarts, jams, buttered scones, and fruits. Often accompanied by storytelling or knitting.

Dinner – 5:30–6:00 PM One of the main events. It is the definition of a hearty meal: stews, roasted meats, mashed vegetables, gravy, thick crust pies, and lots of bread with butter. Sometimes includes entertainment. eg., song, pipe smoke, and music.

Supper – 8:00–9:00 PM A cosy closing meal. Light stew, soup, or leftover from dinner. Sometimes sweets like custard or berry crumble. Eaten in slippers, by the fire.

MORNINGS: are for foraging and breakfast(s). AFTERNOONS: are for gardening, napping, wood-carving, or sewing by the fire. EVENINGS: are for long chats over tea, pipe-smoking, and songs sung softly in well-worn armchairs.

They treasure comfort, but not idleness. Their hands are always busy; baking pies, mending things, tending to bees. Joy is found in the making of life.

𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒏:

Most Hobbits lived longer life spans than Men, a race of which they might have been an off-shoot. The average lifespan of a Hobbit was about 100 years, though it was not unusual for a Hobbit to live as many as three decades beyond that. Hobbits reach maturity at 33. Thus, a 50-year-old Hobbit would only be middle-aged.

 They also have developed a keen taste in the smoking of Pipe-weed and blowing smoke rings.

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔:

A hobbit in love is slow-growing and deep-rooted.

Courtship often begins with gift-giving; a hand-written recipe, a fresh loaf of bread or cake, a flower tucked into a coat. They don’t rush into love, but once it happens, they are steadfast. You’ll never want for warmth, nor for a second helping.

They prefer monogamy, and marry for life, forming quiet, strong partnerships where devotion is shown in action; sharing the last slice of pie, warming your feet by the fire, building a home together brick by brick.

Some Hobbit lovers are shy and blushy; others are bold as brass. But all are sincere.

𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔:

Gardening (especially root vegetables and herbs)

Pipe-smoking

Letter writing and keeping family records

Cooking and baking

Carving, embroidery, weaving

Folk dancing, fiddle playing, drinking songs

Birdwatching and mushroom hunting

Everything they do is an expression of home, of patience, and of gentle pride.

𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔:

Not all, but most Hobbits cannot swim & do not like water

Every Hobbit family has a “genealogy book” kept meticulously up to date. They are obsessed with ancestry.

They give gifts to others on their own birthday, not the other way around.

Their love letters are often scented with pressed flowers or wrapped in ribbon.

"𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠, 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 ℎ𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ." —Gandalf, in The Fellowship of the Ring

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐: @fictionzet. Thank you for reaching out and inspiring me to do this! It's definitely going to be a series for the Races, places and events of Middle Earth!

[witchthewriter]

𝐂𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄: 𝐻𝑒𝑝𝘩𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑠 🌋

The God of ... many things, such as blacksmithing, forging, fire/heat, volcanoes, technology, engineering, carpentry, jewellery, pottery, and construction.

He is also the Patron/Lord of Smiths, craftsmen and artisans and the Blacksmith of the Gods.

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆.ᐣ

Cabin Nine hums.

Continuously.

There’s always a low, vibrating sound beneath the surface; like a forge cooling, or metal singing as it’s shaped. The air smells of oil, iron, scorched denim, and something a little wild; raw ingenuity.

The outer walls are forged from blackened bronze, gleaming in streaks when sunlight hits. The massive double doors open with a groan no matter how many times they’re oiled. Smoke sometimes drifts from the roof vents.

When you step inside, you’re swallowed by heat, metal, and noise. The floor is concrete, fireproofed, yet stained from years and years of demigods working.

The sleeping quarters are bunkbeds that were designed for them to sit inside the walls. It creates more space, with ladders embedded next to the beds; on the wall.

It's a universal rule in Cabin Nine that it's "tools down time" by 7pm - 7am.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒔' 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏

𝑇𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑛𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠: the ability to manipulate technology and metal.

𝑃𝑦𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑠: fire manipulation, fire blasts, can manipulate and create huge waves of fire, and fire walls.

𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙: the ability to influence and control lava, magma, and volcanic activity.

𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝: ability to create anything out of any kind of material.

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑝 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛: create enhanced traps with get prey for someone during a fight.

𝑂𝑚𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚:  efficiently able to fluently speak any language, as Hephaestus is the god of technology, providing knowledge of languages like a translator.

Hephaustus' children can sometimes live in their own world, envisioning things for the past, present and future. They're forward-thinking, open-minded and constantly think outside the box. They can be surprising, or ... they have a specific routine. These demigods don't fit into one size; they are incredibly diverse.

[witchthewriter]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 ✧˖°.

・The fire danced from the fireplace, lighting up the room with soft warmth and light

・You were both reading a book, when the idea came to your mind. So, you closed your eyes and let your book fall to the floor.

・Slowly you leant on John, letting out an 'mmmm' before fulling committing. You closed your eyes, nuzzled into him and ... waited.

John smiled.

"Sweetheart-" he murmured, stroking your hair. Leaning down to press a kiss to your head.

・You didn't say anything, just let your body relax against his.

"I think it's time for bed," John grumbled, slipping the book mark you made him into his book and slowly stroked your head.

・You didn't move.

・He called out your name, gave you a little nudge and then decided, "I'll just carry you then-"

・You tried not to move a muscle, and when he picked you up, you panicked slightly. How rigid was a body supposed to be while asleep??

・John knew you were faking but played along anyway. You usually snored a little while asleep.

・Yet he still played along and held you bridal style; even walking up the stairs.

"You are very lucky," he whispered against your forehead while he lay you down, "incredibly lucky, how much I love you."

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 ✧˖°.

・You had already done this twice this week and it was only Wednesday

・Half of you was worried he was catching on

・The other half of you ... knew he'd call you out if you were faking

・It was well into the night when the next commercial came on (yes you have streaming services but you were watching on Prime so...still ads)

・You were ontop of Simon, head against his chest, breathing in his smell when he started to shift

"Love, you awake?"

・He moves his large hand from your back to your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb against your warm skin.

"You want to be carried again then?"

・You cannot help your reaction

・Eyes shooting open, warmth floods your cheeks, your neck, and you smile, sheepishly.

"When did you figure it out?" You ask, shifting to look him in the eyes

"You talk in your sleep."

"Ah..."

"Mmm, still want me to carry you to bed?"

"...yes please."

𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 ✧˖°.

・You had fallen 'asleep' in his lap right when the movie was about to finish

・Literally, ten minutes before the credits were about to roll, you had laid your head in his lap and let yourself settle.

"Babe, you awake?"

・Kyle was met with nothing but silence.

・With a raised eyebrow, he gave you a little nudge but ... nothing.

・He saw that you were breathing, yet breathing lightly... but he played along

"God, you must have been so sleepy. Poor baby, no ice cream. Just straight to bed-"

"No!" You sat up instantly, not even groggy, "I didn't know we had ice cream-"

"Oh! You little faker!" Kyle said between laughs.

"Wait. Do we even have ice cream..." You said with a frown.

"Nope!"

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 ✧˖°.

"Bonnie! Ready for another movie?"Johnny exclaimed, giving your leg a squeeze.

・You had watched three already; it was your weekly movie marathon - one you never missed.

・But the time was late, or early; depending on who you asked. And you just couldn't say no to him.

・So you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

・It took about five minutes for Johnny to realise you weren't watching.

"Ah, sleep got the best of ye," he yawned, and you had to do your best not to smile.

・Turning off the tv, Johnny held you against his chest and walked you to bed.

・He was completely focused on getting you to bed, that he didn't notice the small smile that had crawled its' way onto your face

𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈 ✧˖°.

・Large hands stroke along your back, slowly moving from the top of your spine to the bottom

・It tasks everything in you not to make a noise

・Already feeling sleepy, and knowing he would carry you even if you asked, there was something a little funny in pretending

・You felt Konig lean down and kiss your head twice. Then again.

・Contentment vibrated through your bones; you felt safe, felt happy, felt ... in love

"Oh schatz, must have been a big day for you," he cooed.

・The very essence of his voice was dipped in adoration

・Looking at the clock, Konig decided to put you to bed.

"Come schatzi, let me take you to bed, ja?"

・His strong arms enveloped you, and when your face was turned upward, he kissed your brow and hummed.

𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑻𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒉 (𝒐𝒈) ✧˖°.

・You heard him coming from the shed.

・John had been working on something for a few weeks and he spent most of his nights there.

・You didn't mind, but you had felt a tad touch starved lately.

・The idea popped into your head. It made you giggle to think of him carrying you while you fake-slept.

・So, you dashed to the couch and put your head at one end, while throwing a blanket on your legs.

・Shutting the door behind him, he walked into the living room and called out your name.

・His gruff, Scottish voice still sent shivers down your spine.

・Goosebumps erupted on your skin as he called out again, as his voice got lower...deeper.

・It wasn't long before he found you. He wrapped a hand around your ankle and squeezed lightly.

"bonnie's asleep then," he said and slid his hands underneath yours to hoist you up.

[witchthewriter]

Hey, I hope you are having a good day! I have a question. I see that you wrote for the movie FROM, and I was wondering if you could write for the monsters from the movie FROM. You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but it would be interesting to see. Thanks in advance.

I'm not 100% sure what you mean by this.

Are you asking for romance with the monsters, or how the From world looks from their POV?

Or maybe headcanons about their backstories and such?

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐞

Women of great courage and ambition. Curious, determined and usually a leader in some way or another. Each pick themselves up and keep going, even when they are lost and alone.

𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑎 𝐸𝑙-𝐹𝑎𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑦

𝐶𝑖𝑟𝑖

𝑀𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑛

𝑉𝑖

𝐿𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑎

𝐴𝑚𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩

𝐴𝘩𝑠𝑜𝑘𝑎 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑜

𝐴𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝐶𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘

[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: thank you for the request anon. I feel like this would actually happen, purely because Rhaenyra lost her mother and then didn't have much maternal guidance or friendship.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You had been selected to be the wetnurse of Jacerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra and Laenor.

・You were barely a few years older than Rhaenyra, having your own child a few months earlier than the Princess.

・She wasn't anything like you had expected. Coming from a lesser class, you saw the royals as pompous but powerful. Targaryens were said to be closer to gods than men.

・You hadn't wetnursed for very long - this was your first time. (Chosen because you were deemed 'cleaner' than wetnurses that had been in that position before.)

・None other than one child had you fed and that was your own.

・When you first laid eyes on the Princess and Heir to the Iron Throne, you were stunned at how ... young she looked. Though of course beautiful.

・It was odd that every time you fed Jacerys, Rhaenyra remained close by.

・Rhaenyra shocked you by asking about your life.

・She wanted to know about your life, your own child, and husband.

・You had to admit that your husband was away; as a soldier in the Targaryen army.

・You couldn't discern how Rhaenyra felt about that, even though you had gotten close.

"I would have asked if your family wanted to move into the Red Keep..." but the sentence dropped away, her mind already ticking.

・She was a stubborn Princess and your family, was moved to the Red Keep, close to Rhaenyra's own rooms.

・After the years had passed, you were the wetnurse for all Rhaenyra's boys.

・You knew her sons well and they knew your children too.

・And so, your children grew up with royalty. Even though it was frowned upon by others. (Alicent particularly hated it. She told the King how unseemly it was).

・Behind closed doors, you had grown more than a friend to Rhaenyra

・You share kisses, your secrets and dreams; and felt like she carried part of your heart. But you didn't know you held all of hers.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Accidental Confession During Heat Of The Moment/Fight.

The Dragon and Her Heart

Home Is Wherever You Are

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Forbidden Love

Found Family

I'll Take Care Of Your Secrets

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Margaret by Lana Del Rey

[witchthewriter]

Really enjoying your LOTR headcanons! Would love to hear more about Elladan and Elrohir if you feel like it. Always wished we had more information on them in the books.

They really are such interesting characters. Kinda wild they weren't written about a lot. Especially when they are Elron'ds twin sons. The older brothers to Arwen and brother's-in-law to Aragorn.

I just feel like they would be present in some sort of way! Especially because they saw Aragorn grow up as well. They are connected to the story.

ִֶָ. .. ִֶָ🦋་༘࿐

Anyway, I could rant forever but I won't!

Instead I shall write more about Elrohir and Elladan! ˎˊ˗

Ps., this is how I, personally see them. And how I write them etc. Oh, and who would you fancast for E & E ?

𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐴𝐷𝐴𝑁

More introverted

Structured, poised, reserved

Older by a few minutes but he likes to use it against his twin

Opens up only around people he cares about/his loved ones.

Doesn't like socialising, finds it draining, but understands responsibilities and will do whatever is needed.

Great at remembering names.

𝐸𝐿𝑅𝑂𝐻𝐼𝑅

More outgoing

Fluid, adaptable, expressive

Since Elladan uses that he's the 'oldest', Elrohir blames everything on his brother: "well you are my elder...you should know better!"

Doesn't mind socialising. Isn't a fan of meeting person after person. Because he cannot remember their names.

More emotional, more chaotic and doesn't mind letting people see how he feels.

𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

・Elladan takes it seriously (at first) going through the motions, doing things until the movement becomes perfect.

・Elrohir pushes buttons left, right and center.

"Brother, I want you to know, that I admire you."

"That is kind of you Elrohir, now pay attention-" the training sword swiped at the younger twin. He leapt backward, the smile never leaving his face.

Elladan growled, one hand behind his back, steadying his movements, the training sword gripped in his other hand. For someone so stoic, provoking him is rather easy.

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆

・Elrohir is just a menace.

・He constantly tries to crack Elladan's mask. The one he wears, even when he doesn't need to

・They both love their little sister. Elladan and Elrohir used to take her everywhere when they were younger. Elrohir still begs them both to go on adventures.

・Elladan always looked up to Glorfindel, but never showed it...okay he tried not to show it. But Elrohir and Amren would tease him endlessly

・The three of them gather around their father and give him kisses (imagine three grown, graceful creatures, giving their Ada kisses on his cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, head etc)

・Once all three of them dressed as Elrond and followed him around all day. Copying his actions, his responses etc.

・Elrond is used to it. Especially now.

・Gandalf is Elrohir's hero. Wise, chaotic and full of stories.

・The three together; Elladan, Elrohir & Amren are the epitome of 'look we made up a dance' and then made the family sit down and watch.

[witchthewriter]

@liebgotts-lovergirl.

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ˙ ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚

I place you in ...

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑑𝑦𝑛𝑒 – with whispers of Valyrian ancestry in her mother’s line

With your pale olive skin, freckles, and hair that shifts from rich dark to violet-magenta, you would stand out in Westeros; but not so much as to be seen as foreign. The Reach is known for its soft-featured, classically “pretty” noblewomen. You fit this image; with a twist.

The Redwynes are a noble and wealthy family known for their vineyards and their strong trade presence via their fleet. They’re respected, polished, and well-connected but not warlike.

Your aesthetic is seen as luxurious, delicate, and ideal for court, with romantic whispers about your “sun-kissed” skin and “enchanting” voice.

𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆: Known as some of the most sophisticated people in the Reach, the Redwynes value elegance, diplomacy, wine-making, and education. Their women are often admired for their grace and beauty; their men for their clever tongues and merchant acumen.

The Redwynes keep traditions with soft hands but steel hearts, they're not a house of soldiers, but of power wielded through wealth, charm, and naval reach. Bards, healers, shipwrights, and poets flourish in their halls, and every child is taught to speak with grace and observe with sharp eyes.

𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏: The Arbor – a verdant, wine-rich island in the southwest of Westeros, off the coast of the Reach. Warm, fertile, and full of flowering vines, the Arbor is a beacon of both economic power and leisure. The island is considered idyllic and enchanting, far removed from the grit of mainland politics, yet wealthy enough to sway those politics from afar.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍: A burgundy grape cluster on a field of green, often embellished with gold or vine filigree.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: "Ripe for Victory"

𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏:

Among nobility: House Redwyne is considered respectable, immensely wealthy, and politically useful. Their fleet makes them a naval power, and their wines open doors at court.

Among smallfolk: They are known as wine-lords, living in luxury on a golden island. Redwyne wine is a dream drink for the common man.

Strategically: Though not aggressive, their navy and wealth make them a quietly dangerous house—more than just vintners, they are kingmakers from the sea.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 ˙ ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚

Is a ...

𝑈𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑛 ‧₊˚🌈⋆｡

Because you are soft and magical and good in a world that feels awful at times

Because you are gentle, empathic, spiritual, romantic and you radiate an aura that makes animals trust you and broken people follow you. And because beneath all of that sweetness is someone who will protect those she loves.

𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔/𝑨𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 ⋆˚࿔⋆˙⟡

Healing Presence. Your presence mends. For emotional wounds, quiet grief, even physical illness; being near you feels like rest. People cry when you they get close to you. Animals feel the need to seek you out.

Invisibility by Choice. Unicorns are rarely seen, not because they can’t be found, but because they choose not to be. You can vanish from spaces emotionally, spiritually, even physically if overwhelmed. If you let someone near, it’s the highest trust.

You sense intention. Before someone speaks, your body knows. If they mean you harm, your breath catches. If they’re kind, your shoulders ease. It’s not prophecy. It’s instinct, sharpened by years of being hurt and learning to feel first. You trust it now. You have to.

Warding Aura. When you're frightened or protecting someone, a field of invisible magic surrounds you. It makes aggressive creatures hesitate or turn away. Most predators won’t cross it.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰ⵑ Because you see him ... the real him. Not a King, not a bastard, not as anything other than a man. You need someone who won’t hurt you. Someone who means what he says, and says what he means. Jon is that. He’s solid and scarred and slow to trust, but once he gives his heart, it’s forever. And he needs someone like you. Someone warm. Gentle. Protective in your own way. Someone who doesn’t treat his silence like a flaw. Who doesn’t want him for his crown or his name, but for the man he is when the sword is down and the armor is off.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Human.

But somehow others feel safer around you; warmer; like you make them heal just by being around you.

You're a noble-born daughter of House Redwyne, from the lush Arbor. You grew up surrounded by beauty, tradition, and subtle expectations. But behind every necklace and courtly bow was a mind too curious, a heart too wide, and a yearning too sharp to stay within gilded walls.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Jon isn't the most romantic guy, but he loves you with his entire heart, and so you remember; he had this necklace made for you.

He guards you, while you're sleeping like a wolf. He wakes before you do just to watch the rise and fall of your breathing. You never notice, but Ghost does, curled at your feet like a sentinel.

You always fix his collars and cloak fastenings. It started with small touches; gentle, habitual. Now he won’t leave for council without you smoothing his chest, fingers brushing over the scars no one else is allowed to touch.

You tease him more than anyone else can. He tries to keep his face solemn, but you see the twitch at the corner of his mouth. And when you laugh, he softens.

You and Ghost have a close friendship (which makes Jon melt). He'll tell the wolf to follow you, when really Ghost was going to be around you all day anyway. You play together, talk, laugh, and you swear he understands everything.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Burning Desire by Lana Del Rey

As It Was by Hozier

The Night We Met by Lord Huron

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"You Wear The Pants In This Relationship" (You) x "Oh I Wish, I Cannot Control You At All" (Jon)

Tender Heart x Battle-Hardened Protector

Forbidden Love

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Soulmates/Bonded Pair

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your fierce vulnerability. You feel everything; and you still choose love. You’re afraid, and still you fight. You’ve been hurt, but you don’t harden. To Jon, that is the bravest thing in the world.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Gilly. She trusts you the way she once trusted Sam. You braid her hair, teach her how to use lavender for sleep, and help her feel like a woman again; not just a survivor. You understand each other without needing to say much.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Shireen Baratheon if she’d lived; wise beyond your years, sweet but perceptive, and touched by something quietly magical. A girl born to be beloved. For you have much to give.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A white raven. A gift from the Maesters when you left the Arbor. It never bonded with anyone else… but it lets you feed it by hand, sits on Jon’s shoulder, and caws anytime someone raises their voice near you.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓���𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠ⵑ You’d heard of Breakbones before you met him. A man built for war, feared on the training field, called the strongest knight in the Seven Kingdoms. But that isn’t the man who sat beside you when you cried too hard to breathe. That isn’t the man who handed you a flower crown from a child’s hand and said, “Looks better on you.”

He’s steady. Protective. Fiercely loyal. And when he loves you, he does it with his whole self—without hesitation. Without games. The way you’ve always wanted.

He doesn’t want power. He wants you.

𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒔

Human, with Valyrian blood. You get dreams ... glimpses of the future. Depending on who it is, and what you've seen - you try to interfere. You've saved a few lives.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Harwin teaches you how to use a blade, not so you’ll fight, but so you won’t be afraid. He sets up straw dummies, hands you a dulled practice sword, and never once laughs when you miss. He praises your form, guides your stance, and makes sure you know you’re capable.

He reads to you when your thoughts won’t settle. In a low, slow voice. History books. Stories from his youth. Whatever he can find.

He keeps a token of yours tucked inside his armour. A ribbon, a scrap of your writing, even a pressed flower from a garden you once strolled together. No one else knows it’s there. It rests close to his heart, under the steel.

He holds your face in both hands when he kisses you. Always. Every time. His hands are warm, calloused, strong—and they cradle you like you’re the only soft thing left in the world worth holding gently.

He pulls you into his lap when you're overthinking. No words. No demands. Just wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a soft kiss.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Poison and Wine by the Civil Wars

Romantic Flight by John Powell

Do I Wanna Know by Arctic Monkeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon & His Star

Places You Above Anything And Everyone Else. You Are His World.

The Daydreamer and Their Safe Haven

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Slow Burn to Unshakeable Devotion

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you still believe in love, even after everything. Even when you’ve been hurt. Even when the world hasn’t been kind. You still hope. You still love. You still offer gentleness to people who don’t always deserve it, and to Harwin, that is the bravest thing he’s ever seen.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Helaena Targaryen. She dreams of you often; walking barefoot in a garden, laughing with dragonflies in your hair. She never asks questions you’re not ready to answer. You two speak more in touch than in words.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Young Alicent Hightower; before the court got to her. Faithful, cautious, emotional, full of love that has nowhere to land. But unlike Alicent, you never lost yourself to fear. You chose softness over control.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Seasmoke. He chose you. It was confusing for you. Since you never knew about the Valyrian blood that runs through your veins.

But you had a dream the night before he bonded with you. Helaena had the same dream. You ran to each other in the morning, stopping in your night clothes.

When you're with him, you speak to him quietly, hand outstretched, and he always lowers his head. Harwin doesn’t understand it. He just watches with awe and says, “Of course he listens to you.”

[witchthewriter]

@liebgotts-lovergirl.

[witchthewriter]

Who are your top five favorite fictional characters?

⋆.˚🦋༘⋆ Oooh I like this game! I always forget my favourite characters exactly when I get asked this ...

I'm going to cheat and do my fav female characters...

Okay, this isn't in order:

Dany Targaryen

Beth Dutton

Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

Tia Dalma

Lucy Pevensie

I love strong women, magical women and women who are curious, can be gentle, but can also rip your head off tbh <3

[witchthewriter]

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I'm writing for three new lotr characters! Glorfindel, Elrohir & Elladan!

࿔*:･ P.s., you're in an established relationship w/ him...also I'm not making up these heights. They're from the books,,,༄˖°.🍂.ೃ࿔*:･

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Like many Elvish men, Legolas is tall.

・Standing at 6" foot, he seems to loom over you...or that's what it feels like.

・His limbs are lithe and long, with broad shoulders

・Tough hands from years handled his bow and arrows

・Which caught you off guard because he's a very graceful elf

・However, he forgets that you are not a centuries old Elven male who grew up in the forest, with amazing climbing skills and the like.

・So he just thinks you can climb things like he can...

・And it happens all the time.

"Legolas!"

"Yes, meleth nin?"

"You need to help me!"

"Why-"

𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏 ✧˖°.

・This man is a gentle giant.

・6"6

・He loves using his height to make you feel extra safe around him

・That means walking with his hand against your back when you're in public, crouching down so you don't have to reach to meet his gaze.

・But his favourite is wrapping you up in his arms...you completely disappear when Aragorn gives you a bear hug

・It's best when he's wearing a cloak, and you have a walking fort

・With his size comes a big voice; you've seen how he is rallying his men. But you've never been on the receiving end of any type of shouting.

・No matter how angry he gets, or how worried he may become. He always treats you with grace and respect

・But there are ... problems that come from a parter so large...there is so much teasing

・Whenever you're out in the forest together, he'll pick you up and carry you over streams and slippery rocks.

"There you go, dilthen las (little leaf), you are safe now-"

𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡

・A strong body in every sense of the word

・He's 6"4 with large hands and wide shoulders.

・It's sort of like having a husband who is part bear.

・Whenever there are chaotic moments, he will just ... move you. On some occasions he will guide you. One hand on your waist, moving you to somewhere safe.

・There times he'll hoist you up and off the ground.

・Do not mistake this for Boromir being controlling! Because he isn't - he just doesn't want you to get hurt. At all. Ever.

・Speaking of your safety, he is a menace when it comes to it.

・He is your wall.

・A barrier in human form.

・And when someone gets too close, he's right there:

“Watch your step,” he growls without turning, his body already shifted to block them.

𝑬́𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓 ✧˖°.

・Tall. Very tall.

・6"6

・He's an absolute bastard about his height

・But he never leaves you out of this because of it.

・However... he cannot stop teasing you.

・He loves it.

・Loves placing things on higher shelves when he feels like it. There's no reason to his actions other than, 'I want to push their button.'

・He'll say things like:

“Come now, say that again. I could not hear you from down there.”

and

“What’s that? Must I kneel for you to scold me properly?”

・The more you snap at him, the more he smirks.

・But the sight of you looking up at him... absolutely destroys him.

𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Described as taller than the normal Elf, he feels like a giant compared to you

・Around 6"6, his height adds to his allure.

・You've noticed that he's incredibly graceful; never once tripping over, nor getting his hair caught on his face, it's like ... a part of the sun dropped onto Middle Earth and decided to experience life as an Elf

・And yet ... no one is perfect...although he is close...

・Glorfindel has a habit of forgetting you are much shorter than he is

・Meaning that, you see life at a different level.

・So he does tight jars too tight, puts things up too high, and has once or twice forgotten to slow down when walking with you:

"My dear, you haven't spoken for some time-"

"GLORFINDEL!"

"Who-oh. Sorry dear."

𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒓 ✧˖°.

・At 6"4, Faramir is taller than the average man...very obviously so.

・It makes many people look at him funny when he says he's a scholar, and loves far better than being a warrior.

・Faramir is aware that height affects you both differently.

・He doesn't just notice; he remembers. So he can make like easier for you.

・Unlike other men ... he slows his pace when he walks, so you aren't running after him.

・He places this within your reach - secretly- though. He doesn't want you to realise what he's doing

・He never teases you about your height, in public, only when it's just the two of you. This includes holding you up so you can reach the shelf you need.

・Or walking past a stack of his books, and then grabbing you on "accident".

"Oh my love, I am so sorry! I thought you were one of my books-"

𝑬𝒍𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒓 ⋆˚꩜｡

・Taking after his father in height, both he and his brother are 6"7

・And yet how the size difference is displayed is wildly different

・Elrohir, the more outgoing of the twins, loves giving you piggy back rides.

・He'll kneel down, point to his back and tell you to "get on!"

・In the past, you've tried to laugh it off, but now it's ... a regular mode of transportation in your relationship.

・You've asked him why and he only responds with:

"...because I missed you..."

・You scoff every time because he literally tries to spend as much time with you as possible

・Has lost you in a crowd.

・Was on the verge of tears when he couldn't find you. (You were at a stall not far from him)

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒏 ✧˖°.

・More introspective than his brother, he's also less elusive with his movements.

・Straight backed and moving with precision, it makes him feel even larger than he is

・Compared to other men ... he has never lost you, in a crowd, out walking, or elsewhere.

・Elladan knows where you are, at all times. Well that's not really a size thing ... no matter how tall or short you are, your safety comes before anything else

・When you're sick of making him slow his pace, or you having to quicken yours; he'll pick you up and carry you bride-style

・You’re tiny in comparison. And he does not hide how much he loves it.

・He wraps his cloak around you completely.

・When you’re annoyed and stomp away? He walks behind you silently, tracking your every step like a predator

・Then suddenly grabs you from behind and lifts you with a smirk.

“Do you truly believe you can escape me on legs that small?”

[witchthewriter]

𝑷𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑨𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑼𝒑

@larkaen.

If anyone is curious about this, here is the post with the information ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚

I place you in ...

𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍

There’s a calm intensity in how you sit; relaxed but not careless, as if you’re watching everything and saying little unless it matters. That inward strength wrapped in stillness is very Martell. They don’t have to shout to command a room...they choose when to strike.

You have a style with edge

You hold this feminine power without apology. You carry the same Dornish duality: softness edged in defiance.

If you’ve ever felt like you don’t quite fit in but also wouldn’t trade your spirit for anything, that’s Martell blood through and through.

If I had to give you a Dornish archetype: You’d be the quietly dangerous one; the woman sitting in the shade at a gathering, listening, saying little, wearing rings that could cut. Loyal to the bone, emotionally complex, and utterly lethal if betrayed.

You’re the type to protect your people not with brute force; but with strategic wrath and a blade hidden in silk.

𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕: Sunspear, a fortress-palace carved into the southern coast of Dorne. Surrounded by the Shadow City, its towers gleam gold in the desert sun. Built with narrow passages and hidden paths; more deadly than it first appears.

𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆: Dornish culture values freedom, passion, and pride. They are fiercely loyal, sensual, politically sharp, and unafraid to break Westerosi norms. Women can inherit titles. Bastards are treated with more dignity than elsewhere (surnamed Sand). The people are a mix of Rhoynish, Andal, and First Men descent; warm-blooded and sun-hardened. They ride sand steeds, wield poisoned weapons, and live by their own code of honour. Proud of their isolation, they bow to no one easily.

𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏: Dorne – The southernmost kingdom of Westeros. A land of scorching sun, red mountains, desert, and coastal oases. Unlike the rest of Westeros in climate, law, and temperament. Only region never fully conquered by the Targaryens.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍: A red sun pierced by a golden spear on an orange field. Represents the union of Nymeria of the Rhoynar and Mors Martell, whose marriage shaped Dornish identity forever.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."

𝑹𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Seen by the rest of Westeros as exotic, rebellious, and dangerously alluring. Feared for their use of poison, admired for their grace in war, and whispered about for their open views on sex and gender. They are the fire under the sand; easily underestimated until it's too late. Their warriors are agile and precise; their nobles, cunning and charismatic. They play the long game, and their vengeance is generational.

𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ˙ ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚

I place you in ...

𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝑻𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒉

There’s an ancient resilience in your silence, the kind that doesn’t shout for attention but makes others feel like you've seen storms before, and stood through them.

𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈:

Sindarin for "Tower of Guard"

Formerly called Minas Anor ("Tower of the Sun")

Sister city to Minas Ithil ("Tower of the Moon", which became Minas Morgul when taken by the Nazgûl)

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒓: Originally ruled by the Kings of Gondor, then by the Stewards after the royal line failed. During the War of the Ring, it was ruled by Denethor II, Steward of Gondor. After Sauron’s fall, King Elessar (Aragorn II) is crowned and restores the line of kings.

𝑺𝒚𝒎𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎: Minas Tirith is the last stronghold of Men, a city of stone, memory, and unbroken resolve. It symbolises the endurance of the West, the flickering flame of nobility amid growing darkness. The White Tree, though dead for years, stands as a silent hope of rebirth; fulfilled only when Aragorn returns and a new sapling is found.

𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒚: Carved into the knees of Mount Mindolluin, the easternmost of the White Mountains. Faces east across the great river Anduin, toward the black land of Mordor. Overlooks the vast Pelennor Fields, once farmland, turned battlefield. Seven levels rise in a crescent, culminating in the Citadel and the Tower of Ecthelion.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒍: A white tree, crowned with seven stars and a silver crown above. This is the symbol of Gondor’s royal line; its glory, its sorrow, and its hope. After Aragorn’s coronation, the sigil is renewed, flown on white banners from the tower.

𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 & 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆: The people of Minas Tirith are stoic, noble, and steeped in history. They revere the memory of kings, uphold ancient customs, and speak with the dignity of lore keepers. Many are scholars, soldiers, and artisans; carrying both sword and scroll. They are weary after centuries of decline, but still proud, and fiercely loyal to Gondor. With Aragorn's return, hope stirs anew, and the White City begins to bloom again.

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬

The son or variant of Nemesis is not the loudest character, nor the most violent, but the one who enters with a glint of darkness in his eye. He's the one who punishes arrogance. He destroys tyranny. And he does it with presence, not ego. These men are graceful wrath. Silent balance. And they never, ever strike first; so gods help you if you do.

𝐽𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑟

𝐸𝑟𝑖𝑐 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑡 𝑀𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑘

𝐷𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛

𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘

𝑇'𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎

𝑀𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑚𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑢𝑠

𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛 𝑊𝑖𝑐𝑘

[witchthewriter]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐠𝐠𝐬?

inspired by @hallowed-harpy.

a/n: this is a long post, it also includes what the eggs look like, their names and the reaction to the eggs. Also how it affects the plot...

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𖤓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃: a clutch can have 3-5 eggs in it.

Viserion, had been absent for a while now, and Dany was getting worried. Where was he? With so much happening and enemies seemingly surrounding her, she wanted to make sure Viserion was okay. And he had been acting differently...So, she climbed atop Drogon and they went looking.

・Viserion had always been affectionate; the most affectionate out of the three dragons.

・Dany always thought of him as a 'mama's boy,' but as she flew over mountain, sea and sand, she finally realised.

・Viserion was not a 'he' afterall.

・Drogon and Dany watched as Viserion huddled against a mound.

・To anyone else, it looked like a pile of rock, but as Dany got closer, she saw the clutch.

・It wasn't overally large, so Dany guessed there were three. Three eggs. Just like the ones she was gifted all those years ago.

・Drogon landed, in Viserion's eyesight; a respectful distance. Physically telling Viserion that he was not there to dominate.

・Dismounting, she walked the rest of the distance.

・When reaching her youngest dragon, she was hit with a wheel of emotions; heart ache, love, shock, benevolence and fear.

“Ñuha jorrāelagon, Viserion.” (My beloved Viserion)

・Dany cried out, moving slowly toward her daughter.

・Viserion made a crooning near-whine, when she saw Dany.

"Oh my girl," Dany cried, coming to touch Viserion's face.

・And it felt like seeing her properly, for the very first time.

・The golden dragon huffed, and nudged her nose toward the enclosed eggs.

・Dany knelt down and she was astonished.

・The eggs pulsed with life, such a contrast between these and Dany's own eggs.

・Drogon swooped overhead, guarding the area. Eliminating all threats.

・Since Viserion had kept her clutch a secret for so long, Dany decided the eggs should stay there. Only a dragon could reach that cave. Or a dragonrider.

・Only a chosen few are told about Viserion and her eggs, i., Missendei, Greyworm, Tyrion. Yet somehow the rumors spread.

・This becomes so much more than the war for the Iron Throne.

・Now it's about legacy. It's about what will change in Westeros.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐠𝐠𝐬

So, Vis birthed four eggs.

Not heavy in weight; they are lighter than stone.

As they grew, the shells hardened.

They were warm, pulsing with life. Colourful and vibrant. They thrummed when touched. It felt like a tickle, to them.

Rhaegal will not approach them. Drogon, seen far off in the mountains, hasn’t returned since they were laid.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭

The information spread like a wildfire, no matter how hard Dany tried to conceal it.

Assassination attempts multiply. Priests in red, white, and black arrive to declare omens of doom.

They send envoys to buy the eggs with gold, slaves, ships

Archmaesters declare her a second Maegor.

They declare that she is 'Not just a Targaryen, but here to End Man’s Rule.'

And they have that last part true...

𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭

Those who were once allies out of strategy begin to see Daenerys not as a liberator, but a founder of an age.

Tyrion stops thinking like a Hand. And starts thinking like a man writing a new world.

Missandei grows more devoted. She watches the eggs with wonder. There is no fear in her. Only awe.

Grey Worm triples the guard at Danerys' side.

The alliances she has with other Houses, are now different. She is not the one seeking allies for politics. She has now become formiddable.

Soon people will be begging for a union. And any kind at that.

Dany doesn't need to marry for alliances; she can marry for love.

She has now become the top predator.

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟

Dany grieves. Because this was never meant to be her path. She cannot birth a child, and now her dragon can? Danerys weeps, quietly, one night with her hand on the eggs. But not with jealousy. But with hope. A clear vision of what she must do. Who she must be. However, she does feel fear. And a lot of it. Because Viserion’s clutch is not a symbol. It is a weapon of nature, born without cost—and therefore without balance. So...what will best the cost? Who will she lose?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

🌈 The new dragons might have deeper ties to the world’s mystical forces:

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒂: As the eggs didn't lay dormant for centuries like Dany's had. They may carry Valyrian magic. Potentially unlocking secrets about the old dragonlords and maybe even their ancient spells.

𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕: The presence of dragons often corresponds with the resurgence of magic. These dragons might further amplify that magic, this creates opportunities... the good and the bad kind.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 is changed abundantly. Where Viserion chose to lay her eggs, the area and beyond - began to grow, and in ways never seen before. Beautiful greenery with vines twisting over stone as if pulled toward the eggs. There's blooming flowers ... even those out of season. Some people were most amazed when herbs long thought extinct begin to appear in unexpected places.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏𝒔' 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 began to change; even their dreams. Those that were closer to the mountain, dreamt of the future. Of more dragons. Of magic.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬?

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

[witchthewriter]

@change-up-lozers.

𝐌𝐂𝐔

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬ⵑ You don’t tiptoe around him. You talk too fast sometimes, switch topics mid-sentence, and dance in the kitchen when you think no one’s watching. But he watches. He notices the way your smile flickers when you're overthinking, the way your laughter always comes with a heartbeat of hesitation, like you're waiting to be told you're too much.

But you never are. Not to him.

With you, Bucky remembers what softness feels like. With him, you feel safe enough to fall apart; and to be stitched together again.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓/𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚/𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

When your fingers brush against objects or skin, you absorb the emotions embedded within them. Joy sealed into a photograph. Regret in the cold metal of a knife.

For example:

→ You touch a hotel doorframe and feel lust and adrenaline. Therefore, someone is hiding there, waiting to ambush. → You know who’s lying without needing them to speak → You are crucial for mission debriefing and intel recon. → You can also touch someone’s arm in combat and project their own fear back to them.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

You hum constantly; old jingles, K-pop choruses, random melodies and he learns what they mean. He knows when you're okay, and when you’re quietly unraveling, when you need space and when you need a hug.

You called him “Buckaroo” once just to see what would happen. He choked on his coffee.

You never ask him to talk, just sit beside him when he’s lost in memory. Sometimes, he’ll slide his hand over yours and that’s enough.

You sing off-key on purpose when he's brooding. He doesn’t smile. He smirks.

Buck memorises your current hyperfixation like it’s intel; what songs are on loop, what actor you’re in love with this week, what character arc made you cry at 2 a.m. Just so he can understand you without making you explain it.

You paint his metal arm with flowers in neon Kidcore colors. He lets you. Doesn’t even hide it from Sam, who teases him mercilessly. Bucky just shrugs. “She said it was protection magic.”

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

That you never treat him like he’s broken. That you talk to him like he’s a person, not a myth or a cautionary tale. You offer him warmth without condition, space without silence, understanding without fear.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Sam Wilson. He calls you "the menace in Bucky's life" and gives you a hard time just for fun. But he looks out for you when you’re quiet, checks in when Bucky’s being broody, and swears he’ll officiate your wedding with sunglasses and attitude.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

Mantis meets Peter Parker. Empathic, socially quirky, and unpredictable in the best way, you are the strange comfort others didn’t know they needed. People underestimate you until they realise you see everything.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Grumpy x Sunshine

Accidental Confession During Heat Of The Moment/Fight.

You Fell First, He Fell Harder

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Fake Dating for a Mission

Oh no! Only one bed!

Forced Proximity

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈(s)

I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkey

As It Was by Hozier

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒆𝒕

Your pet is a small, long-eared white rabbit named Nimbus.

But he’s not an ordinary bunny; his fur shifts ever so slightly in colour based on your mood (soft pinks for joy, pale blues for calm, stormy grays when you're anxious), and he has a strange way of appearing in rooms you didn’t bring him into.

Nimbus hates violence, but he’ll headbutt anyone who raises their voice near you. He’ll also climb onto your chest when you’re crying and press his little nose to your chin until you breathe again.

Everyone keeps asking what species he actually is. Wanda suspects he’s part chaos magic. Strange once offered to run tests. You told them all to back off; he’s yours.

Bucky pretends not to care. But you caught him once whispering to Nimbus like a secret keeper. You didn’t ask what he said.