Aspiring Kili and Thorin cosplayer, heteroflexible demisexual trans male. Love everything hobbit, LOTR, avengers, marvel, DC, Spn, and many more. I love to RP
Its been so long since I have had an RP partner and am really craving anything hobbit related. I am trying out discord and I have skype if I can remember my logins. Is anyone maybe interested? Looking mostly for Bagginshield, Nwalin, Dwori, or Barduil Or a mish mash
Its been so long since I have had an RP partner and am really craving anything hobbit related. I am trying out discord and I have skype if I can remember my logins. Is anyone maybe interested? Looking mostly for Bagginshield, Nwalin, Dwori, or Barduil Or a mish mash
An ice skating/single dad AU with barduil. Thranduil is a ftm trans figure skater who is very private. Bard is a stay at home single father who takes his youngest to learn ice skating. There will be mention of rape and body parts so…. anyway Chapter 1!
An ice skating/single dad AU with barduil. Thranduil is a ftm trans figure skater who is very private. Bard is a stay at home single father who takes his youngest to learn ice skating. There will be mention of rape and body parts so.... anyway Chapter 1!
The ice was always what freed his mind. The soothing twirls and turns as he shot across the ice; quickly turning it into a salchow jump. His landing was perfect, as always. A few twists and turns before another jump; this time an axel. It was here that Thranduil could let his mind wander. Just under 24 hours ago Thranduil had announced his retirement from competitive figure skating.
At the age of 32, he felt as if he was getting too old. Many of the competitors were younger; easily in their early 20s or mid 20s. Here he was, a father and still trying to compete. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, Thranduil was still as fit as he was in his 20s. It was the fact he was bored and tired. Bored of being gone for weeks to months at a time. Tired that he missed most of his son’s early and teen years. Legolas was turning 15 and it was time Thranduil stepped up. Instead of leaving him with essentially a nanny while he was gone.
It wasn’t like they were hurting for money. Thranduil had made quite a bit skating, on top of the classes he taught. Thranduil was a personal trainer for many rich men and women, a yoga instructor and part time figure skating instructor. They lived comfortably just on the out skirts of Baltimore, Maryland. This was where Thranduil had immigrated to, from France, when Legolas was only 8 years old.
Another salchow jump as he heard the door to the arena open. Right as he landed, Thranduil caught sight of a young girl with the prettiest mousey brown hair, and bright brown eyes looking excitedly at the ice. His own ice blue eyes easily landed upon what he could easily call the sexiest of men he had ever seen. Tall, and fit, with dark almost black colored hair tied back into a messy pony tail. His facial hair was trimmed but still scruffy. Thranduil could feel his heart jump as he cleared his throat and easily skated towards them.
“Are you the Dale family?” Thranduil drawled, his accent thick but manageable. Thranduil was born in a small city in Uzbekistan. Where exactly was never fully determined, but he was found on the steps of a church only a few days old in Tashkent, the capital of Uzbekistan. At the age of 2, he was adopted by a Russian family and moved to Moscow. At a young age, he learned both English, and Russian as languages.
Bard was unsure of this. Tilda had pleaded and begged to learn how to ice skate after watching last year’s Grand Prix Final. Bard hadn’t been too keen but would sit in the evenings with both Sigrid, and Tilda to watch. For three months, Tilda had begged. So much as brought home a flyer stating new private classes were starting not but 2 blocks from their apartment. The price wasn’t unagreeable and it boasted being taught by the man who had won the last 4 Grand Prix Finals.
When they walked in, sure enough there was the tall, blond Russian man skating. Though, they only caught a glimpse when the man had heard them enter. Tilda visibly gasped as the tall Russian skated to the edge of the rink. “Oh it really is you! Da! It’s him! Thranduil Oropher!” Tilda nearly squealed as Thranduil gave them a winning smile as he bent to Tilda’s height.
“Why hello there little doll. You must be my newest student.” His voice was kind, and gentle even if a bit on the thick side. Tilda nodded enthusiastically. “Well then! Have you ever skated before?” Tilda shook her head, flushing some. “No worries it is quite alright. Let me get off the ice and we can go fit you yes?” Tilda nodded, star struck that this tall man was standing in front of her.
“You were my favorite skater!” She blurted out as Thranduil stepped off the ice. That made the man laugh heartily as he grinned at her.
“Why thank you very much little doll! You are destined to do just as well.” He drawled before looking at Bard, up and down curiously. Bard could feel himself flush some. Those ice blue eyes seemed to cut straight through him, making his heart jump and stomach do flips.
What was this? Bard had never had any attraction to men before. Though, he had never been against the idea; it just had never occurred to him to seek out a man. Now, as a single father, many things were opening his eyes it seemed since his wife had went off with some man she worked with, leaving him to raise their three children.
“We will go fit the doll with some figure skates to start. Most classes run 30 to 45 minutes long.” Thranduil said to him gently. “You may stay or go down to the cafe for a bite. We will start with simple basics to teach her to keep her footing, move etc.” Bard swallowed what lump was in his throat and nodded.
The tall blond sat on the bench right outside the rink and slipped his skates off. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he smiled and sat them to the side before slipping the trainers on right next to him. “Alright doll, lets get you fitted.”
It didn’t take long, and soon enough Bard was sitting on the side lines watching as Tilda struggled to keep her footing. Thranduil was patient and quiet as he helped instruct her. Soon enough, she was able to move about without falling; if albeit clumsily.
Bard could feel his heart swell. It had been a bit since he seen Tilda so excited over something so simple. When the 45 minutes was up, she looked crestfallen as Thranduil lead her to the door and helped her exit.
“She is but a natural,” he drawled with a small wave of his hand. “I will be pleased to see her again next week?” He asked as Bard nodded thickly as he stood.
“Oh, ah, yes...” He looked to Tilda, “put on your shoes honey?” She nodded and plopped down to take off the skates. “I owe you 25 for the lesson?” Thranduil hummed quietly as Bard pulled out his wallet and handed him the money. Thranduil bowed his head slightly.
“We will see you next week.” Bard said as Thranduil gave a half smile.
“It will be my pleasure.” He said happily, “good bye little doll! You take care of those skates yes? They are yours.” Tilda squealed and nodded,
“Thank you Mister Thranduil!” Thranduil chuckled lightly,
“Please, just Thranduil. Mister makes me feel so old!” Tilda giggled excitedly as Bard bid ado once more before he turned and lead Tilda out of the skating rink in a bit of a daze.
Tilda would not stop talking about the lesson, and how kind Thranduil had been to her. Bard could only just hum and nod as they strolled back towards their apartment building. When he unlocked the door, Sigrid greeted them.
Sigrid was newly 16, and had stepped up to help in the house when their mother had up and left, leaving a confused and incapable Bard alone with three children. Bain, his son, was 13 and a hand full. Always wanting to explore and be on some new adventure. Tilda, his youngest was 10. She was the most excitable and the one who took her mother leaving the hardest. Tilda had always been a mommy’s girl and when she left with not a word, it had really taken a toll on her psyche. She was still dealing with feeling like it was her fault. Though, Bard had told her repeatedly that it was not her fault at all.
These skating lessons seemed to bring Tilda right back out of her shell. She was the excitable child Bard remembered from 2 years ago. It made him feel positive that this next year would be better.
Bard had taken a job at home, working remotely as a personal accountant. If it was something Bard was good at, it was numbers and finances. It helped them live comfortably, if not on a somewhat tight budget. The kids had everything they needed and that was all that was important to him.
“How was it?” Sigrid asked when they walked through the door. Tilda instantly went into great detail.
“He’s so tall! Oh Sig he’s so pretty and it really was Thranduil Oropher!” She squealed, “and oh so nice! He helped me learn to skate! Da said I could go back next week!” Sigrid smiled at her younger sister and ruffled her hair.
“Thats great. I’m very happy for you Til! Why don’t you go get cleaned up for dinner?” She turned to Bard who gave her a small hug,
“thank you for getting dinner started. Is Bain doing his homework?” Bard asked as Sigrid nodded,
“A little bit of fighting but he’s doing his math now.” She smiled to her father. Bard knew one day Sigrid would be a great wife and mother to some very lucky man. He just didn’t look forward to the days she started to date. For now, he just was thankful she helped around the house. Bard was still quite new at raising the kids all on his own. They all managed in their own ways at least.
“Why don’t you go work on that English paper and I will finish up dinner?” Sigrid hummed in agreement and went to go to her and Tilda’s room to work on her homework until dinner was ready.
Sometimes it was a tight fit, but their small 3 bedroom, 1 bath apartment was still cozy. Their kitchen was small, and living room even smaller; with Bard’s work computer and desk crammed in the corner.
Bard walked to the kitchen and stirred the meat sauce cooking for what it looked to be spaghetti. Something quick and easy; just how Bard liked on nights like this. He quickly plopped some garlic bread into the oven and went to go check his emails to make sure everything was alright. Today was an off day, but that didn’t mean people still didn’t contact him. It could be an emergency and he would have to deal with it after all.
Thankfully, nothing had came up since the last time he checked and Bard shut down his computer before going to put the spaghetti into the boiling water as he hummed a bit.
Dinner went off with a hitch, and soon all three children were in bed. Bard loved his kids, but he also loved his quiet time. Tonight, that quiet time went into researching this Thranduil Oropher that his youngest daughter was so obsessed with.
With one Google of his name, the last 24 hours popped up; Thranduil announcing his retirement, and his win from the last Grand Prix final, that ended just 4 months ago.
There wasn’t much on his past. Adopted as a baby and lived in Moscow until sent to a school in France. He started out doing ballet according to this, and got into ice skating at a young age.
The details were very limited, but there was great praise of the Russian; who was quiet and kind to anyone he ever came in contact with. That made Bard feel alright about Tilda and the ice skating classes.
Thranduil had never shown anything more than kindness to anyone in the public eye. The details of anyone who had met him on the streets said the same. Though, what bothered Bard was that any details of his life before he hit about 21 were all but gone, or at least non existent. ‘Maybe he was just a very private man?” Bard wondered before sighing and shaking his head. Time for Bard to go to bed as well. Nothing more to ponder on Thranduil.
How about growingupugly and then turning out sort of okay looking but you don’t know for sure because your self esteem is shot and you’re convinced you look awful?
#GrowingUpUgly
Being so wholly convinced of your hideousness that as an adult you now literally cannot even imagine that someone would pay you a compliment and mean it; the only conceivable thing that could be happening is that they’re either a) taking the piss like the boys in school used to or b) so repulsed by you that they feel sorry for you and are telling you you’re pretty because they think you need to hear it.
I don’t know if this helps, but I’d like to say it anyway just in case it does.
None of you were ugly.
The other day I found a class picture from fourth grade and I looked everyone in it, and then I saw the “ugly girl” – the one people constantly harassed, whose desk kids would pretend was contaminated, the one kids would invent complex songs about just to voice their disgust toward her.
And she looked like a normal little girl.
She looked no different than the rest of the class.
She was never ugly. And I know that you may be thinking to yourself “but I WAS ugly” – I just want you to consider for a moment that maybe you weren’t.
Maybe you were tormented by your peers for no reason except that they were experimenting with and learning the rules of callous human cruelty that would define the rest of their lives – and recognizing this, the adults who should have protected you, let it happen. Cruelty and social shaming – the foundations of how human beings police their society is learned and it is practiced.
Since I’ve become an adult, I don’t recall ever seeing an “ugly” kid. Kids are all just strange-looking works in progress that the artist seems to have abandoned intending to finish them later.
I want you to think about our racist and unhealthy “standards of beauty”. Are any of the things that society fixates on as “ugly” truly ugly? No. We take things that are beautiful and we associate them with ugliness and badness and coarseness – to control them – to batter the will of the already oppressed down to the point where they think the abuse they receive is justified.
The children who demeaned you were learning to crush the human spirit to the point where the target internalizes all that hate and keeps hating themselves even when the bullies are no longer there. Those children were learning the sadism that defines our social hierarchy – we live in a culture where success is achieved through exploiting others.
No one deserves to be treated that way. LGBT children shouldn’t grow up ashamed of themselves. Black children shouldn’t grow up thinking white children are inherently prettier.
You were not ugly. You were told you were ugly so that people could have an “excuse” to target you, to ostracize you, to other you, and to abuse you.
An “ugly child” wouldn’t know they were ugly until someone TOLD them they were. They don’t grow up ugly, they grow up emotionally abused.
And still if you feel that you were the exception and you were objectively and unquestionably so ugly as a child that everyone noticed – even if you feel you are still that ugly now…
That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve love. It doesn’t mean you won’t find love, and trust and happiness.
You are worthy of respect. You have worth. You have value.
And if the rest of the world doesn’t seem to notice your worth – look at the evil and vile things the world does value and count yourself lucky not to be among that number.
There are people who will see your worth. There are people who will look at you and not see “ugliness” – they will see a friend, a mentor, a hero and even, yes, a lover.
If no one else says it today, and even if you can’t say it yourself, I would like to tell you that you are not ugly. That you were not ugly. That you did nothing wrong. That you did not deserve to be treated the way that you have been and that you deserve happiness and love and respect. And you will find it.
Voltron actor AU where everything’s the same but Voltron is a live-action TV show and the paladins are actors:
Their names are the same in real life. They go by different names in the show.
Keith and Lance still have a “rivalry.” Red and Blue didn’t originally have it, but when the cast first met and the directors saw how Keith and Lance interacted, they wanted to write it in.
Shiro’s arm is still a prosthetic, although the scar is fake.
sometimes the makeup crew forgets the scar. literally no one notices until it’s the end of filming
“Shiro…” “Huh?” “…they forgot the sca–” “are yOU FUC–”
Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk, and Allura all do their own stunts.
Pidge is only 17 and their mom won’t sign the waiver for them to do their own stunts.
No one really knows how their little production company was able to afford hiring Allura, who’s a big time actress and super talented.
they eventually find out that she’s a giant mecha/space nerd and came to /them/ asking for a role and willing to do it for free
No one really knows if Coran has a script or if he was told to just say whatever
Lance calls Keith “Red” so often that Keith thinks Lance has forgotten his name
he hasn’t.
The paladins, Allura, Coran, and basically all the actors boycott after season 2, demanding retribution for the way they wrote Hunk and Lance’s characters.
Hunk has an engineering degree in real life.
Matt isn’t Pidge’s real life brother, but when they first meet it goes something like: “baby sister!” “big brother!” and they end up inseparable.
Pidge’s mother is known for calling Pidge at work just to talk to her son, Matt
Hunk and Shay’s on-screen chemistry was actually a real thing. Shay was cast at the same time that she was working in the costume/design department, so they’d known each other since the show started.
they’re dating now
Every time Lance’s character hits on Allura’s on-screen Lance spends five minutes defending Blue’s character after filming
“he just craves attention, okay? he just wants love!! he’s smart and beautiful and wants to belonG”
despite this, Lance is basically his character minus that shoddy writing in season 2
Keith and Lance have their own shipping fanbase. It starts out with just their characters, but then Some Mysterious Person starts taking candids between sets and posting them online and klance is born
it’s Pidge. Pidge runs five fan accounts.
the pictures are super incriminating, but no one shows them to Lance or Keith
there’s a betting pool on when they’ll get together
Keith gets super into his roles and ends up genuinely upset after filming the scenes where the princess reacts badly to Red being part Galra.
Allura gives him a 15 minute hug after
Bonding Moment Discourse is actually a thing. There was a prop malfunction on set while they were filming and the directors told them to stay put, so Lance ended up being Cradled for a solid half hour.
later, they find out that they could’ve moved and just chilled for that time, instead of actually holding each other.
“I get it Keith, I get it. You just wanted to hold me. Who doesn’t amiright??”
Hi I was wanting to do a barduil fan fic as thranduil as an ice skater I love him being Russian but didn't want to "steal" that from you so I'm asking permission if I can make thranduil Russian if not I have other ideas thanks in advance!
Hi! Thank you for liking my story and my take on Thran as a Russian ballet dancer. My Thran is originally Latvian, then he moved to Russia, then to the US after that, so he’s had quite a story. Might I suggest that you look into the amazing varieties of cultures within the Russian sphere of influence, and do something similar? Imagine the angst you could add if your Thran were from the Ukraine! Or from Belarus! I’m doing a story of young Fíli and Kíli right now that’s got a lot of Mongolian elements to it, and that’s another fascinating culture. You could go a little more Eastern European, or more Western Asia, or Chechnya, or so many more. That would make your own take on your ice skating Thran something unique, and still get the Russian flavor you want. There’s another benefit of doing a little research for a culture that appeals to you - I’m sure you’ll find some wonderful little tidbits to help your story along.
Hope this gives you some ideas. Thanks for asking me.
Actually those are some good ideas. I will delve a bit of course. I'm still fleshing out if I want a single dad au or if I want a younger bard and thranduil meeting on ice together (damnit Yuri on ice!) I just didn't want you to think I was truly trying to steal. I loved your story and read it like the Bible lol.
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