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[aithynne]

mutuals only multi-muse including characters from: the hobbit, dragonheart, realm of the elderlings and more. site bios are a wip. all muses crossover and au friendly all graphics by @gloomglimmer highest muses: kili, vincent, seren, max, brietta

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[aithynne]

smh when I've got the day off and want to write, I did too much yesterday n now my bad wrist is so pissed I'm down a hand

[aithynne]

noting to self: log back into the sad wet bird child and horse girl predator

[ranasta]

Bilbo deserved this. He deserved the full onslaught of pain in Kili's eyes. He winced internally and reminded himself again and again, that this was one of the consequences of his actions. And consequences always had a habit of catching up with one, no matter how far one ran.

"I'm so sorry, Kili. I really am." He tightened his own hand around Kili's, signalling that he was holding on, and he didn't intend to let go anytime soon. He didn't intend to leave them like this ever again. "I was weak," he admitted with a shamed smile. "I'm not proud of what I did. You know, sneaking away, giving the Arkenstone to the Elvenking..I only had good intentions, but I can see how this felt like a betrayal."

Bilbo then looked into the distance through his window, hand still clutching Kili's. "And he's forgiven me. Thorin. He did," Bilbo nodded. "He was delirious, high on poppy and athelas, and probably not master of his senses but..he said it. And once those senses returned, I suspected his forgiveness didn't pass the test of lucidity. So I left, to avoid this confrontation."

Then Bilbo forced himself to meet Kili's eyes again. He deserved another round of guilt. "I don't have many friends, and you, all of you, have become so dear to me. And now you saw why I don't have many friends." He chuckled in embarrassment.

Yet Kili came all this way. To see him. Bilbo was beyond moved. Shame and guilt mingled with joy, and his bottom lip wobbled. He gave a very wet squeak before clearing his throat. He was not going to cry in front of his young dwarven friend. Absolutely not.

[aithynne]

Though surely it bothered him at the time (Bilbo could have at least told someone who didn't have their head in a pile of gold!), Kili hadn't even thought of the Arkenstone's fate since. it was such an inconsequential thing when compared to hundreds of lives being on the line. Yes he'd been raised on stories about that stone making a king and for it to be ransomed was a great insult. Especially by Thranduil of all people. But then Kili would have given Laketown all they asked for without it. Thorin had been beyond all rationale or surely the whole thing could have been avoided.

"Weak?" He scoffed the word, gaping at Bilbo as if he just grew a second head. "Master Baggins, you were either mad or the bravest person I know. You stole the greatest dwarven treasure not belonging to Durin right out from under Thorin Oakenshield's nose! Not an expert burglar, my arse. You did the wrong thing for a good reason and you very well could have died for it." Dark eyes softened to nothing less than abject affection. "Really, I'm much more mad at you for leaving without saying goodbye than taking some fancy rock."

The dwarf shook his head, shoulders relaxing marginally. "I've heard people say an awful lot of strange things when high but rarely something they've never believed at all. And how would you know?" Kili pulled his hand free and crossed arms over his chest. "You didn't give him the chance. And Thorin, of course, is a stubborn fool who refuses to write to you because he fears you'd still be cross with him. So you both miss each other and we miss you and-"

He stopped for breath and to attempt to reorganize his thoughts. Brows drew together in confusion. "Then you must be the smartest hobbit there is if all the Shire is stupid enough to not be friends with Bilbo Baggins. If they won't have you, Mahal knows you've made friends all over Middle Earth." Kili grinned brightly despite gleaming eyes. "You have twelve friends in Erebor who would very much like to see you again."

[aithynne]

muses go brrr but the focus is not

[aithynne]

AITHYNNE -

multi fandom multimuse ft tolkien, disney, barbie fantasy ocs in legend of spyro, twilight and more

[saltuary]

Faramir opened the door to a spectacle so improbable it seemed, for one suspended instant, some fevered imagining born of too many long hours and too little rest.

Kíli stood at the threshold, his form arrested and half-obscured by a storm of living feathers. The hawk clung to him as though he were some wind-bent tree, her talons ensnared in his dark hair, her wings beating with a frantic, muffled thunder that echoed, in miniature, the distant sky.

“Oh, God.”

A breath escaped Faramir. Not quite a laugh, but dangerously close to it, followed by a swift return of composure. His mouth curved despite himself, though his gaze – when it steadied upon Kíli – was coloured only with concern.

The door swung wider behind him, ushering them into the faint, clean sting of antiseptic and the warmer, homelier scents of polished wood and tea leaves.

“Come in, before she does you a lasting injury,” he said, low and even, pitched not only for Kíli but for the entangled creature, no less sovereign for her distress.

“Scoria,” he murmured. He moved with care, as one accustomed to approaching fear without startling it. Slow hands, unthreatening, his presence unimposing. “Easy now. Let’s get you sorted.”

His fingers settled with practiced gentleness near the base of her legs, testing the tension of her grip, searching for where feather and flesh and hair had become intertwined.

[aithynne]

His entrance was far from suave as normal. Most of Kili's attention was spent trying not to accidentally bump into anything with Scoria blocking half his vision and threatening to throw him off balance. He could get his phone back later. It would probably be there whenever they left. The hawk's beak jabbed at both their hands prompting Kili to bail on the hood method. He walked in as far as he dared and stood awkwardly. "How even-" He swore when her footing slipped, yanking his hair and buffeting men with her wings. "If this is how I end up having to cut my hair, I'm never living this down." Faramir having to cut her free was far from the worst case scenario. The longer she remained tangled, the higher the chance of her hurting herself. "Here."

Kili slipped leather glove off and offered it. Scoria might be easier to encourage to move to a more stable perch than his head. Maybe if he somehow moved at the exact same time, she'd have enough slack to transfer. "There are safer places to nest than my hair, pretty girl. If you let up that tendon locking mechanism I'm sure Faramir has a treat for you."

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[aithynne]

had to get a new computer cause mine finally died. then had (scheduled) surgery last week. bear with me i love u guys

[aithynne]

waves hi the dog got really sick a few weeks ago, took a while to recover, i had a big event last weekend and i have surgery in early june so screams

[aithynne]

not dead just fixating on another blog

[aithynne]

not dead just fixating on another blog

[personaei]

Remember this: the need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this: the day will come when all of these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege.

Remember this: Try.

ℙ𝔼ℝ𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔸𝔼𝕀 ◈ multifandom multimuse exploring the themes of rebellion, heroism, courage, fate, and love. penned by josie. slow activity. 18+ only, minors dni. mobile friendly muse list.

[aithynne]

noting to self to actually write up the muses modern/human verse

[memeattic]

Well That Hurt

Send me “ ☹ ”, and I’ll generate a number between 1-75 to see where/how my muse is injured. Send “ ☹ ⇋ ”, and it’s your character living the pain. The third option would be “ ☹ ☹ “ to have both wounded (in which case first generated number will be for my muse and second for yours).

Tw for possible blood and gore! Please be mindful of your partner’s possible triggers that might only apply to a couple of these.

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[aithynne]

It would be funny if it happened to anyone else. Kili probably should have just called Faramir or Fili, though god knows the latter would have taken ten pictures and laughed his ass off before helping. Scoria, true to her training, had retreated to him after spooking over a distant roll of thunder. Unfortunately, she'd missed his glove and gotten her toes tangled in his hair trying to get a grip in her panic. Fortunately they hadn't been too far from Faramir's place to walk as there would be no way to get both of them in a car. He'd tried to hood her to help settle the poor hawk but that was substantially more difficult when he couldn't actually see her head. One hand was busy trying to keep her from accidentally drawing blood while the other fumbled to give the vet a heads up.

Kili drops his phone, swearing when flailing feathers block vision. "Hey-hey. Steady. You're gonna hurt. . .one of us. Ow-Faramir? You can't laugh! It's not funny."

@saltuary ; c.

[aithynne]

Me at 3am: what if modern kili took up falconry