To Each his Own

Name's Istien. Time to return to the homeland

[bloedewir]

your daily reminder, solasmancers (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕)

[fenrelmercar]

[evanhereonearth]

Wild how some blokes think women only go for the most boring, generic, triangular trust fund men when meanwhile, over in the Dragon Age fandom, we are absolutely feral for this parade of glorious mess

(I did Origins but am limited to ten images…but I see you, Alistair “Swooping is Bad” Theirin and Zevran, defo assassin defo farthest thing from a virgin Antivan Crow disaster bisexual. We also go feral for them.)

[mescalitoart]

Open mouf kiss 🤪

[dirthavhen-deactivated20250120]

Solas saving Rook's ass, then looking back to check if they are unharmed is what we deserve fuck

[arkashana]

Solas: *exits the Eluvian*

Server: hi welcome to chilli’s

[msunitedstatesjames]

I like to imagine that Iron Bull was so nonchalant after those dudes attempted to assassinate him that nobody even bothered to report it to Cullen. You know, the guy who’s in charge of the defense of Skyhold.

Cullen is just walking the battlements when he stumbles upon the dead body of the first assassin. And he’s like, “Why is there a dead body lying in the middle of the battlements?”

And one of the random scouts/soldiers who’s always hanging out there goes, “Oh, that’s one of the guys who tried to assassinate Iron Bull.”

And Cullen is just like:

[midnighthallow]

Me: I really hope Solas doesn’t die in the next game and that we can redeem him.

Them: He is literally going to kill so many people and is basically the devil.

Me:

[fomagranfalloon]

Help I’m dying

[sarahwys-deactivated20220315]

Lavellan @ the Dalish Clans: 

“Our stories of Fenharel are wrong… He wasnt evil, but infact good”

Dalish Clans: 

“Ok.. cool.. whats he upto atm?”

Lavelllan @ the Dalish Clans: 

“He’s going to destroy the world as we know it”

Dalish Clans:  

[lokihiddleston]

[latent-thoughts]

Loki here demonstrating the ‘suck my dick’ power stance.

[lindirs-gaze]

thorin walking into bag end with that fur coat, hair braided, armor on like

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

reading hobbit fanfiction like

[lokihiddleston]

“𝐵𝑒𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘,

𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑎 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙.”

[zombieash123]

[mastreworld]

[uncpanda]

Stubborn is as Stubborn Does

Summary:

The word of the day is choice, but for Haldir there is no choice. You are his Fae Gwedh, his soul mate, and he will stand by you forever. You on the other hand, were transported from a very modern world, and a not so great situation, into the equivalent of the middle ages with three brothers. After a hundred years, with little interaction from the outside world, you’re more than a little surprised when Gandalf sends you and your three younger brothers to Helms Deep for protection. When the location leads to you meeting an elf, and a touch leads to a bond, you set out on an adventure that you were sure you’d never have. And with more than a few tough decisions ahead, you know things are going to change, and hopefully it will be for the better.

    “I like it here.”

    The statement catches you off guard, and your eyes flit to your youngest brother. “And what do you like about a set of caves?”

    “It’s like camping.”

    You smile, “And what do you know about camping?”

    “I’ve been before, with Papa, and Henry, and Will.” You smile at the eight year old.

    “You were very little then, are you sure you remember?” You watch as he nods eagerly, before going off to find the other children his age. Your eyes flit around the caverns of Helm’s Deep. It was filled to the brim with women, and children too young to hold a sword. Your eyes flit to your charge, Sam had narrowly escaped being dragged to the walls. Henry and Will had not been so lucky.

    Not for the first time you cursed whatever had brought you from the comforts of your world to this one. Things had been far from perfect, sure, but they had been better than this. You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of a horn. You watch as the lady Eowyn reappears and announces, “The elves have come to our aid!”

    You can feel the hope flood through the caverns but you know it won’t last. Your eyes search for Sam just in time to see him slip past a distracted shield maiden and up the stairs and out of the caverns. You’re on your feet a moment later, moving through the crowds after him. Henry and Will can take care of themselves, but Sam… Sam was a soul that was too pure for the world. He’d never met a stranger, and he’d had a morbid fascination with the world they’d been dropped in.

    There’d been no sadness from him. No anger at the loss of a home or their possessions. He’d simply smiled and said, “Well at least we’re together!”

    Eowyn smiles as you approach the door, and it only takes one word to explain things, “Sam.”

    She gives you a sympathetic smile before following you up the stairs. The cold air is an unwelcome addition to the night, and the dark makes it hard for you to find him. It takes nearly a minute to see Sam break out of the crowd to stop in front of the army of elves. The one in the lead looks at him strangely, and you can see the King struggling for some sort of recognition, the last time he’d seen you he’d been under Saruman’s spell, but Sam tended to make an impression.

    You watch, not at all shocked when he holds out his hand and says, “Hi, I’m Sam. I’ve heard that elves are immortal, is that true? And if so, how old are you?”     You slump a bit where you stand, and your eyes flicker to Eowyn who is trying to hold back laughter. You shoot the woman a glare, “He’s trying to kill me.”

    She shakes her head, “He’s merely curious, and asks what the rest of us are afraid to.”

    “And one of these days he will get us killed.”

    You’re getting ready to move forward when he responds, “I am well over 3000 years, young one.”

    You watch Sam nod, before responding, “I’m only eight.”

    Laughter fills both sides of the armies, as Aragorn and another elf appears. Sam’s lips purse and he asks, pointing at the new elf, “Are you older than him?”

    A new ring of laughter breaks out, and the new elf smiles, “He is only older by a century or two.”

    Sam nods, “Interesting.”

    That’s when his eyes settle on you. He smiles and waves, before turning to the elves, “I have to go, that’s my sister’s ‘you’re in big trouble’ look.”

    “And why are you in trouble, little one?”

    “I snuck out of the caves without telling her. But I wanted to see you.”

    He nods, and smiles, “Well it was very nice to meet you, Sam . Shall we return you to your sister?”

    Your eyes stay focused on your brother as the elf takes his hand and leads him up the steps. Your hands stops Eowyn from leaving as Sam breaks from the elf’s hand, gets a running start, and jumps. You catch him in your arms easily, having long grown used to the games he played. You nod to the elf, before Aragorn comes up behind you, “Gandalf sent you this way?”

    You nod, “He paid us a visit on his way out. Apparently his new clothes come with an attitude change as well.”

    Aragorn nods, “The others?”

    “Are around here somewhere. They volunteered to fight.”

    Aragorn smirks, “I don’t imagine that sat well with you.”

    You sigh, “You’ve trained them. They’re of age. They have dreams of grandeur in their heads.”

    “Your distaste for war still weighs heavily on you then?”

    “I’ve stitched you up enough time Aragorn that I know my distaste for things means very little in this world.”

“And yet your ability to shoot is greater than that of most men. It’s funny how the things we hate always seem to come back to make us fools.”

“Are we speaking of my hatred for war, or your distaste of your birthright?”  

He smiles, “Both. Would you be willing to fight?”

You watch Eowyn’s face fall, “You ask me to join a battle when you do so of no other

woman?”

    “No other woman here has been in battle. And I highly suspect, that you have come prepared for just that.”

    You shift Sam on your hip, before dropping the coy act, “Where do you need me?”

    “Change, and come find me, and I shall let you know.”

    You turn without another word, marching back into the caves before setting Sam down. Ever oblivious you watch him run off, as Eowyn links her arm with yours, “He will let you fight?”

    “Apparently.”

    “You have been to war before? When? I do not remember a war for many years.”

    “It did not take place here.”

    “How do you know Aragorn?”

    “We were introduced many years ago by Gandalf, when he needed aid. He and the other rangers find shelter with us occasionally. They’re who taught Will and Henry how to fight.”

    “And who taught you how to fight?”

    You blink at that question, “Life. Life taught me how to fight.”

    You locate your pack easily, before you slip away to change. The armor that had been given to you was leather. It was easy to move in, and durable. You slip a green tunic on underneath it to provide you with some cover against the cold and wind. You adjust your hair for fighting, before grabbing the bow and arrows you’d hidden earlier. Eyes flit over you as you walk through a parted crowd. Sam stands near the front, holding Eowyn’s hand. You stop in front of him, “You are not to leave Eowyn’s side, do you understand me?”

He nods, “Come home safe.”

You nod, before heading out into the wind, Aragorn is waiting for you. “It has been a long time since we have fought together.”

“Nearly ten years.”

“And yet you have not changed.”

“I have … a little.”

“How little?”

“Perhaps a year, is what Gandalf thinks.”

“One year for every hundred. And they call me long lived.”

“It is a curse, Aragorn. We hide away, hope that we are not seen. Or go into a city for a

few years until they realize that we are not aging, and then we disappear.”  

    “And so on goes the pattern.”

    You nod, “We do not belong with men, we certainly do not belong with elves, what does that leave us with? Dwarves? Hobbits?”

“I should think the hobbits would welcome you warmly.”

You shake your head, “We are far from home Aragorn, have been for nearly a hundred years. We fill our days, and we are together. That is what matters.”

He nods once as you approach the rest of the battalion, “I’ve placed you with the elves. You’re as good a shot as they are.”

You sigh, “I’ve had enough practice.”

You walk to the edge of the wall as the lightning starts to flash. And with the first streak you see the first signs of the army. A feeling of dread settles over your shoulders, and you prepare for the oncoming war.

[worstloki]

Can I argue that loki is laufeys son because he was left in the temple with the casket, Jotunheims most valued treasure, and if loki was 'abandoned' it's only because Odin severely wounded or killed the guards?

“you were left to die because, as a baby, you were small and weak. oh and then i just happened to be in the region and saved you” yeah i think we just need to accept that odin is a lying liar who lies and that the recount odin gave was very fake. 

[pinchtheprincess]

Love love love these tags. I want to watch LIEBusters!

[worstloki]

Expanding on the idea that Loki is the only one running the arts on the planet, at the end of each season there is a mock recap episode where Loki recreates the actual events which occured as a satire and this is exactly what the script of such episodes look like. 

[what-just-happened-bro]

I would also love to watch LieBusters