What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.
My favorite thing is how Hilda is always doing something and having a BLAST! She’s not posing coyly for anyone, she’s having her own adventures and it’s not about the viewer at all
well, you may not like it but you better learn how
cause it's your turn now
❥ content ; gn reader, the company, crack fic, reader is from this gen, a bit of flirting but overall everything is platonic
❥ warnings ; language, somewhat lewd humor
❥ synopsis ; you have a strange sense of humor and it's hard for the company to keep up with what you say, so you explain yourself and teach them a bit of gen z slang 😎
❥ a/n ; this is literally just a stupid crack fic with my dumb sense of humor but yeah. if u wanna be added to my tag list, dm me!
It started off with a few.. creative insults, thrown here and there.
"Y/N, I am the leader of this quest, and you will not talk to me like that!"
"Or what? Cry me a fucking river."
"You best quiet down now if you know what's good for you."
"If you want me to shut up, maybe stop coming up with stupid things for me to comment on, you lumberjack lookin hillbilly."
"Who's Billy?" a voice in the back would say.
Despite any sort of consequences that may come, you just would never bite on your tongue. If you had something to say, it came easily.
"And just so you know, I'm not only insulting you, I'm insulting your whole family, you dense walnut."
"What in Mahal's name did they just say..?"
One way to get you going was if someone instigated an argument or annoyed you, that someone being mostly Thorin.
"Oh, power down, sass robot, and pull your head out of your ass."
"Please, you're so small and bitter like an espresso."
"Nobody asked and nobody cares that you're salty about Elves who didn't do shit to you. Your little Dwarvish cult isn't any better."
"Look, I get that you're short and stubby and you can barely contain your anger in that body of yours, but you are fr losing your gorilla grip on reality and you need to snap out of it."
"Go touch some grass lmao."
At some point, Thorin, who also had a large vocabulary, fired a shot at you, causing your blood to just about boil over.
It took Fili and Kili to hold you back from pouncing on Thorin and ripping his smug face to shreds.
"Y/N! Don't stoop to his level!"
"You're right, I'm going under it, muthafuka!"
Your colorful language wasn't just used in arguments, but in every day life, which honestly added spice and humor to The Company.
"Welp, the Orcs aren't far behind. Let's skedaddle!"
"Let's what now?!"
"VAMOOSE. SKEDADDLE. S C R A M. Orrrr dip, if you will."
"DIP???%+#!$!#("
Fili and Kili would just about short circut trying to understand what the hell it is you were saying, since they would hang out with you the most.
But that didn't mean the rest of the Dwarves weren't subjected to your 'eccentric' personality, as they would call it, and brain rotting words.
"Well, shit, at least you'll die doing what you love." You pat Gloin on the shoulder. "Say hi to Satan for me."
"????? If I die, I am haunting you first."
Gloin did not die and spent the rest of the day silently questioning who was Satan.
At one point, you were captured by the Mirkwood Elves and introduced to Thranduil.
"Yoooo? Elsa?"
"Mister Sir, I'm sorry, but walking around with eyebrows like that should be a punishable offense. Mf lookin like you stole someone's moustache."
"Oh - now I feel bad- SIKE!"
"Whoa now, I know you're old n all but don't have an aneurysm, that's not very girlboss of you."
After roasting the poor old man, you ran into Thorin again.
"OH! So that's why you don't have eyebrows!"
He would only walk past you and quietly mutter to himself, "Foolish modern creature."
In another scenario, way before being captured and held in Mirkwood, you were instead, hanging out with much cooler Elves, and met Galadriel.
"So.. You listen to Girl in Red?"
After explaining what the phrase meant, Galadriel finally got it and was flattered. She didn't answer the question, though.
Those were only a few scenarios, of course. Let's bring it back to the present.
You were walking along some trail together, doing quest-y stuff as always. You were in the middle of the group beside Fili, Kili, and Ori, who asked you to explain certain words and slang you used frequently.
"... That's... interesting," Kili trailed off mindlessly.
".. You have no idea what I'm even saying, do y-"
"Not a clue."
...
"... Y/N, what's a 'tiddie'?"
You let out a breathy laugh.
"It's another word for a woman's breasts. Or a man's. Whichever."
"Oh! So does that mean I have tiddies?" Ori asked joyfully, looking like a kid in a candy store.
You rolled your eyes, "Yes, Ori."
"What about 'mamas'?"
"It's mostly used if you wanna flirt with someone. But it's also used ironically because it's really kinda stupid."
"So when you say 'ayo mamas' to Kili, you're not actually flirting?"
You narrowed your eyes, kinda giving Fili a wtf look.
"No???"
Kili put a hand over his heart. "How could you do this to me? I thought we had something special."
"Oh, grow up," you laughed, playfully shoving him.
Fast forward to nightfall, you were forced to stop set up camp early due to some issues. The night only got worse when The Company couldn't seem to find enough wood to fuel a fire.
"Bruh moment."
"Quiet, Y/N, and help us look."
"I'm looking and there's still no firewood in sight, you fucking piss baby."
Thorin now had his full attention on you.
"Quit it with all this nonesense! What in Middle Earth is a piss baby?"
"I don't know, man! I just say shit to cope with stressful situations and the fact that I exist and I am in this bitch and there's nothing I can do about it!"
Thorin only blinked, looking at you stunned, and then returned to his work.
Eventually, firewood was found, and you all could finally make some food and lay out your bed rolls near the heat.
"I told y'all this manifesting stuff works," you joked to Bilbo, who was in line with you to get some of Bombur's stew.
"Do you think we could manifest ourselves to Erebor?" The Hobbit asked innocently. You laughed.
"Already on it."
You walked over to the 'li brothers' and sat with them after getting your food.
"Hey, Y/N, how do you say it again? This shit is bussin?"
You almost choked on the hot stew, and gave Fili a thumbs up.
"Oh, please don't corrupt my nephews," Thorin mumbled as he passed by, overhearing your conversation.
"Too late, shawty!" Fili called after his uncle.
Kili joined in. "Hey uncle! You look very pog today!"
Too tired to even respond to his nephews' childish antics, he again, whispered to himself, "Those two are going to be princes. Mahal, save us."
[reading from phone]: how come they’re the strongest in the world but they dont have abs?”
Abs is not the sign of power. its...just the sign that not eat enough! [big goofy chuckle]
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