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@silverwield
i always make posts asking if people want to plot not because i suck a starters ( even though i do ), but because i have multiple muses on here. it’s easier for me to come to someone’s IM and figure out which of my characters would work best for them before i can actually do anything. so if any of you would like for me to do that, please let me know.
added 3 scaly boys into the roster. i could not keep my love for them a secret.
removed the canon dwarf i never use from the muse list and i’m thinking about adding a dragonborn oc bc why not and anyone who knows me knows that i love making oc’s.
the world is coming apart outside, but in here, the horses are only concerned with getting a treat.
@carvenking : thorin finds himself reaching for ginn's hand without thought, fingers intertwining as they had many times before, & he drags the other's hand to press a lingering kiss against his knuckles. he uses the leverage to pull his one closer; his thumb traces an idle pattern against flesh before he's leaning & catching the other's lips with his own. he knows that he has been quiet as of late, but that does not diminish his want to see ginn smiling. ❝ you smell of the forge, ❞ he murmurs. ❝ of home.❞
words need not be SPOKEN to convey how they feel, nor actions done to continue to prove their LOVE for one another. thorin simply has to be in his presence for ginn to feel at ease, as a warm fire can soothe the coldest of inhabitants. yet it is NICE to feel the hand that reaches towards him, his own seeming to outstretch as if it KNEW what was to come. the dwarf finds himself moving closer, a smile easily playing onto his lips as he looked down to his one.
lips pressing against his knuckles draws a soft sigh from him, more than CONTENT to stand there and be with his one for the rest of the day. nothing more would have had to come from this, and still he is glad as thorin’s lips leave his hand to capture his own. the kiss is SWEET as it is returned, eyes slipping shut for the moment it is held, only to reopen when it breaks for the other to speak up. he leans in, resting his forehead against thorin’s, and the smile is still caught on his lips.
“ i DID just come from the forge. ” though that is not the HIGHLIGHT of the comment that was made. thorin had been his home before ginn even realized it himself, and returning to him had CEMENTERthat fact within his being. one of his hands raise to brush along the cheek of the king, thumb tracing along the line of his beard before ginn leans in to steal another CHASTE kiss. “ you are my home as i am yours. ”
@soughtfor : for gaen uwu, what are his habits?
so are we talking about stuff he does out of force of habit or painful stuff that he still does even though it’s been years since his tribe died and he’s been left all alone on this world?? because if it’s the latter, fuck there’s a few things.
whenever gaen finds himself a creature, a big one he needs to hunt either because he was attacked or just for food, he kills them swiftly and then strips everything off so the skull can be made into a trophy ( that is if the creature was big and challenging enough ). the tribe used to do that whenever they were faced with a particularly challenging beast, as a sign that they survived and can overcome most creatures. the orclings always loved playing with the heads too, pretending to be the beast themselves. he does this without even thinking so many years later, even though there’s no one to present the head to.
he also has a habit of playing with the cloth he ties around his neck, hiding the scar from the wound he was dealt that caused him to lose his voice. for orcs, scars are meant to be worn with pride, a reminder that you are alive and what gave you that scar is not. but gaen’s happened on the day his tribe was killed, surviving when almost all of his kin died. he doesn’t like having the cloth tied there, but it’s not a scar he’s proud of, so he refuses to show it.
@soughtfor : pick whichever muse, but what's their favorite thing to do with their partner in bed?
imma just pick all of the boys that are awake at the moment because they’re all a bunch of bitches but i want to talk about their sexy times. since it’s gonna be a fair amount of characters, it’s going under the cut
@songteller : "you’re the most interesting person i’ve ever met" // slides this over for ne'rr also i love u ;v;
INTERESTING had not yet been a word used to describe him. ODD, had been one. EMBARRASSING another. but interesting, especially with a POSITIVE tone behind it, not as such. people looked sideways at an orc that preferred the lute over battle, who wore scars dealt to him in lessons as a grim reminder of his OTHERNESS instead of in pride. not many went out of their way to accept him for who he was. kylan proved himself to be one of the few.
a SMILE tugged at the orc’s lips as the gelfling commented on him, reaching out to ruffle the smaller’s hair, his head would have been easily closed around had ne’rr closed his fingers. “ i’m also the only of my kind you’ve ever met. that ALONE makes me more interesting than most. ” he TEASED, but there was an appreciation in his tone that led to believe he knew the TRUE meaning.
( * & . — THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SENTENCE STARTERS
* warning : may contain spoilers for episodes one through ten .
‘ if you were me , you wouldn’t be such a fucking asshole . ’
‘ the world out there has teeth and it is hungry and it is stupid and it eats and eats mindlessly . ’
‘ you listen to your gut . even if it makes them hate you . ’
‘ i am a dream and so are you and so are we . ’
‘ you are a looker , aren’t you ? ’
‘ honey , someone’s in the house . ’
‘ i’m dreaming , right ? ’
‘ i just need a little time away . it’s nothing more than that . ’
‘ you’re saying it was an accident , so you accidentally put your hand through a mirror ? ’
‘ i’m scared . that’s all i am . there is nothing else . i’m only scared . ’
‘ do you think there’s something wrong with me ? like , really wrong ? ’
‘ it’s alright , sugar . it’s just a dream — just a screaming meemie . ’
‘ we yield to it or we fight it , but we cannot meet it halfway . ’
‘ i seldom am well behaved . ’
‘ i enjoyed the conversation , but i’m gonna say goodnight . ’
‘ did you just punch me in the boob ? ’
‘ just enjoy me . i’m loving you . ’
‘ i wouldn’t have changed a thing . i need you to know that . ’
‘ forgiveness is warm like a tear on a cheek . ’
‘ i loved you completely and you loved me the same . ’
‘ that’s all . the rest is confetti . ’
‘ forgive a girl for being lonely . ’
‘ there’s nothing sadder than a cold bed . ’
‘ journey’s end when lovers meet . ’
‘ journeys don’t end , not if you love someone . they don’t end at all . ’
‘ probably best you didn’t say anything to them . ’
‘ i’m asking you to love me hard for the next few minutes . ’
‘ i’m gonna jump and i’m asking you to hold my hand while i’m falling . ’
‘ i have something that i have to tell you , but i need you to remember when i do that i love you . ’
‘ i wish i would’ve loved you better . ’
‘ pandas don’t like macaroni . ’
‘ i’m just floating in this ocean of nothing and i wonder if this is it , this is what death is . ’
‘ i wonder if this is what death is , just out there in the darkness , just darkness and numbness and alone . ’
‘ i wondered if that’s what they felt , just numb and nothing and alone . ’
‘ he was a light in the darkness . he was a life preserver in the ocean . ’
‘ i reached for him because i had to feel something . i had to feel anything . ’
‘ god , i’m so glad i did it though . thank god it worked . ’
‘ i felt scared . so fucking scared . ’
‘ honestly i had to do it because it felt better than feeling nothing . ’
‘ that thorough fucking shame was so much better than that horrible empty feeling . ’
‘ you have to live . ’
‘ i don’t — i don’t know how to do this without you . ’
‘ i learned a secret : there is no without . i am not gone . i am scattered into so many pieces , sprinkled on your life like new snow . ’
‘ when we die , we turn into stories and every time someone tells one of those stories it’s like we’re still here . ’
‘ we’re all stories in the end . ’
‘ you’re supposed to protect me , but you say the meanest things to me when i try to tell you things . ’
‘ that was really wild stuff . ’
‘ that was really wild stuff considering you were asleep for , what , like… ninety-nine percent of it ? ’
‘ i’m sorry . i should have made more of an effort with you . ’
‘ you tried the best that you could . i should’ve met you halfway . ’
‘ people fuck up . i guess you don’t get that — you really don’t get it until you fuck up . really fuck up . ’
‘ i felt… nothing . just nothing . and it spread everywhere in me , this nothing , until i couldn’t feel anything anymore . i was just this dark , empty black hole . ’
‘ i felt nothing and so i drank and i drank and nothing worked . i couldn’t feel anything . ’
* subtle romance starters
i wish i could control myself around you
you look amazing
in that dress you could have anyone you want
it’s difficult to be around you
i’ve dreamt about being with you
i’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment we met
we could be together for tonight
no one needs to know
you could do it, i wouldn’t stop you
i can’t control myself around you
i can’t stop thinking about you
i want everyone to know that you’re mine
i can’t just be your friend
of course i was jealous
have i told you recently that you’re completely gorgeous?
you’re under my skin
i’ve thought about this nonstop
i can’t wait to see every inch of you
has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
you have to see what i see in you
you’re the most interesting person i’ve ever met
you have so much to offer
you’re a work of art
let me be yours
i think about you, like this, all the time
my lips were made to meet yours
you are, of course, my every thought
i want to know you fully
together, we’d be a force
once wasn’t enough for me
i can’t wait until i can kiss you again
you look better out of your clothes than you do in them
your perfect face is the least beautiful thing about you
have you been thinking about me?
do you want me as i want you?
how long have you wanted this?
life is not a problem to be SOLVED, but a reality to be EXPERIENCED.
thorin .
—– THE SCRAPES LOOKED worse than they felt… brackish & red upon typically paler features, only accented further by the stark blackness of his close-cropped beard. the dwarf knew that he was something of a sight, but chose to ignore the pointed stares for the most part. lips purse for a moment, knowing that caraq was probably more frustrated at himself for ever having allowed anyone to get close enough to take a swing at him, & he chooses his words carefully in turn.
❝ i’m not being nonchalant about anything, caraq… ❞ thorin replies, hoping that perhaps that would help dissuade whatever impression that he had not taken that breach in security with the utmost seriousness. ❝ the bruises stopped hurting yesterday, & with a little rest, they will all fade. ❞ a beat, & he reaches to pat the half-orc on the arm once, though his touch lingers for a moment longer than it should have.
❝ i should have known better than to suggest camping near the southern road. ❞ in fact, after they had returned, the innkeeper had even mentioned avoiding those parts until the bandit stronghold had been dealt with – but it appeared as if that knowledge hadn’t become commonplace until they had already departed from west haven a few days prior. ❝ we’ll take a few days before going out again, ❞ he suggests, eyeing the other for any sign of disagreement. ❝ considering we were likely not the first to stumble into those bandits, i’m sure they’re already being dealt with. ❞
treated as an ACCIDENT, something that could not have been AVOIDED even if they were careful. yet just because they did not know of the bandits does not mean he should have been caught off guard. his job was to PROTECT the dwarf on these expeditions, to make sure no harm came his way. the bruises and wounds decorating the other’s form were PROOF ENOUGH that he had FAILED at his job, and thorin seemed to be taking it far too lightly. brows furrowed as the other tried to console him, and though the touch on his arm was a slight comfort, it did nothing to ease the orcish rage that BURNED like a wildfire within him.
“ you shouldn’t have gotten hurt AT ALL. ” an IMPOSSIBLE feat, one he even noticed as the words spilled from his lips, but still he held it true. his own skin was TOUGHER, his frame more DURABLE, so he should have taken the brunt of all throws. even though he had been dealt the same strength and sharpness of blades, his wounds were far LESS than thorin’s. no matter whose mistake it was regarding their camping situation, caraq felt he should have done even more. perhaps it was through his pride in his work that he felt this or an attachment far greater for the other.
but as thorin suggested they REST for a few days, the half-orc knew he could not argue further. though he wished to go meet those bandits once more and tear through them with all of his might, it would be a LOSS if he did not return to the dwarf’s side. so he conceded with a sigh. “ you best take these days to REST, then. i’d rather you not have any lasting injuries because you moved around too much. ”
thorin .
—– HE LOOKS TO ginn in earnest, seemingly perplexed by the question, but by no means reluctant to answer. it takes the dwarf a moment or two to process, with brows gathered together. it is only made more difficult to think in proximity, though he would prefer to avoid giving up that small bit of intimacy if he could. gaze lingers upon the forge, upon hammer & anvil, yet is quick to return to the other beside him.
❝ there is something intimate about forging together, ❞ thorin admits softly, lips curved into a small grin reserved for him alone. ❝ i had not considered it a possibility until now, but a part of me thinks that perhaps it is something i have always wanted – from the very first time i picked up a hammer. ❞ a beat, & he seems almost bashful in countenance, ❝ i fear that my skill has faded with time. ❞
his hand reaches, tracing the accent of a rune recently carved, ❝ but your work is something to be admired. ❞
work done in the forge was meant to be an INTIMATE act -- something he had learned from his father long ago. whether or not someone else was working with you did not matter, as the METAL in one’s hands was all important. there was no hammering away at it until someone forced it into the shape they wanted. NO, the shape would come NATURALLY, as if the metal was alive and guiding one’s hands to complete the craft as it needed. ginnin had learned of the intimacy between the wielder and the craftsman, but to work so synchronized with SOMEONE ELSE was another feat.
what he and thorin had achieved was another level, something ginn realized DWARVES could only achieve amongst themselves. the forge was their LIFE and PASSION, and sharing it harmoniously with someone else forged a bond stronger than any metal. he listened to the other speak, a soft JOY tugging at scarred features as he felt the meaning in his words. though as thorin turned bashful and praised him in turn, ginn chuckled.
“ your skill will come back to you, i’m sure. ” even if it FADED, it would never TRULY be gone. looking down to the rune thorin was tracing, ginn reached out and brushed his thumb atop the other’s finger. “ the runes are INGRAINED in me. they come as naturally as breathing does, and decorate every work i make. ”
thorin .
—– THERE ARE SOME dwarves that would have sneered at the idea of working alongside one outside of their kin, but thorin knew better than to limit himself by selfish pride. caraq proved himself more than capable, if not charming – somewhat infuriating to a dwarf that preferred to keep to himself, but he would go along with it nonetheless. statement earns an arch of his brow, looking up from the few materials he had collected on their last venture out together, & he has the decency to appear at least vaguely amused. if the half-orc was paying enough attention, he could probably glean that his words had chipped away at the armour that so often encased the dwarf standing beside him… that perhaps he was not all that he seemed to believe. beneath that hardened exterior was one that readily accepted the other, regardless that caraq had never quite belonged. that said more about thorin’s character than anything, for he did so without thought.
❝ it would do you well to avoid antagonizing the merchants, ❞ thorin quips, a near flirtation, if caraq was listening closely enough, for his voice held a far more playful inflection. & despite words, he does look up to the other with some level of thinly-veiled appreciation, for the warrior has so obviously earned it.
❝ you will not need to keep protecting me if you’ve scared off anyone willing to buy my wares. do what you will with that information. ❞ a quirk of his lips, & he’s once more pulling his ladened pack over his shoulder, gesturing to caraq to follow.
❝ i’ll buy you a pint once i’ve taken care of the materials. ❞
DWARVES had never been fond of him before, nor had they ever wished to spend more time than they NEEDED to around them. prejudiced thoughts against orcs ran as RAMPANT as any disease through the cities, and as such they would continue to GROW. for thorin to have accepted him was more than a SURPRISE, but it was one happily held onto. all the time they had spent now forged something deeper than he had felt in the presence of any other. and as he watched the other react to him, he could see the armor he put around himself beginning to CRACK. little by little, the half-orc would feel ever CLOSER to the dwarf. and as the other responded to his own quip, caraq smirked in return.
“ maybe i wouldn’t have to ANTAGONIZE them if they weren’t such PRICKS. ” humans would take advantage of other races if given the chance, something caraq had learned the HARD way long ago. not as if the other races were LESS LIKELY to, even the ones half of his blood were owed to, but they did not prove to be as shifty as humans were. even though thorin needed to sell his wares to make wage, it did not mean he should have to compromise so much.
“ ever thought that i might keep protecting you WITHOUT pay?? ” a TEASING tone to cover up the TRUTH beneath it, as thorin had become special to him. even if the pay stopped, it would not keep caraq from being at the dwarf’s side. but he let that be interpreted however, moving on and grinning to the offer.
“ make it TWO and you have a deal. ”
lambert .
Layne can be very entertaining when sober, but when he’s incredibly drunk, that’s absolutely hilarious. Then add to it the fact that Lambert is also highly intoxicated and there is no end to the fun to be had. The wolf witcher is cackling so hard he’s hugging his abdomen in pain, rolling back and forth on a bench, threatened by the prospect of falling off. At least he didn’t use white gull.
When the other touched his face, Lambert offered a grin, turning his face to kiss his wrist before looking back at him. “ Draw me? I’m flattered! I don’t see why not, let me just… “ He tries to lie down on the bench, losing his balance several times and having to catch himself before settling into a more comfortable position. “ Draw me like one of your Toussaint girls. “ He drunkenly giggles.
INTOXICATED would have UNDERSOLD this moment. the world could slam itself sideways upon the wrong move, and yet he could not help still reaching out to lambert and offering something he most certainly could NOT do in that moment. the laughter that escaped the wolf only FUELD the grin that spread to his lips, and layne could not help the echo of it that escaped from his own.
only to sound even LOUDER as lambert tried and nearly failed to lie himself down on the bench. if the other had fallen off, the cat would have rolled onto the floor simply to join him. but the wolf stayed fairly upright. perhaps he would get a chance at that as the night wore on. another giggle and he moved to get a better look at the other before SCOURING the table for anything to draw with or on. “ you -- you’re far BETTER than any a’those women. PRETENTIOUS lot. ” a lot he enjoyed causing to SHRIEK whenever they crashed a masquerade. the night wasn’t complete without that. with NOTHING for him to use for a drawing, layne grumbled and rested himself on top of the table. “ gotta find paper... or maybe i should CARVE it into th’table. ”
brea .
THE SILVERLING'S ATTENTION REMAINS FIXATED ON THE GROOVES OF FÍLI'S KNUCKLES . her ears tentatively pressed back against the flat of her hair in contemplation as she takes to smoothing her thumb over the golden whisps on the proximals of his fingers , for as silent as the courtyard is , she’s struggling to entirely compute the togetherness of his company . brea tilts her chin upward . she can’t help the sigh that escapes parted lips & point of her cupids bow – it wasn’t anything malicious , or even bored – she simply seems . . . INDIFFERENT , perhaps even detached from the conversation as a whole . A BEAT . her free hand finds the comfort of a stubbly jawline & manoeuvres fíli’s lips to hers . a disappointingly chaste & brief embrace , ❝ THEN YOU MIGHT KNOW ME BETTER THAN I KNOW MYSELF , MY LOVE . ❞
a STRIKING light in the night sky, one that shone far brighter than any gem he had seen in his life, and yet it seemed to only GLIMMER in this moment. every time fili thought he had known everything about the gelfling, she would manage to SURPRISE him. SO MANY facets to one being and still so many more to uncover. it was no secret that he held her in the highest regard, that his LOVE for brea would cause even a roaring flame to pale in comparison. if only she could see herself in the way he had, feel as DEEPLY in a way he wished he could express in words. the kiss was soft and chaste and it took him ALL his strength not to chase back after her lips. her words helped to QUELL him, one of the dwarf’s hands coming to brush over her hair. no matter how much he knew her, fili always WISHED he could do more. “ AMRALIME, tell me what thoughts are going through your head. you do not seem all here. ”
@hersylver .
it’s a subconscious gesture, really – not unlike the way she’ll fuss over youngest sister’s bangs in the middle of a meeting with the high court, or lift one hand to adjust a circlet that no longer sits upon her brow. the smear of blue - black pigment had just been so bold against his complexion ( and yet somehow so evasive for dwarven heir ), and by the time she realizes what she’s done, it’s much too late to stop herself. form goes rigid in tandem with his expression of bewilderment, and she pulls her arms in against her sides.
“ … among other things. ” answer is purposeful, succinct ; no matter fili’s intentions, she can’t imagine he’s taken much interest in the history of brea’s unruliness, and so she’ll spare him the details. “ she’s always been good at that – making a mess out of herself no matter how close someone is watching. i suppose the three of you have that in common. ”
HOW the smear on his face had gone unnoticed, or at least UNACKNOWLEDGED, for so long, he did not know. though he could admit he had a fairly good idea of how it had gotten there. when brea wrote, her hands would become STAINED with ink of all colors that she would spread around. a part of fili believed the smudge had been INTENTIONAL and his love had left it on his face just to see when he would finally notice. it was a KINDNESS that seladon had brought it to his attention and taken care of it.
“ you should know by now that my brother is FAR messier than i am. ” fili could not help OMITTING that he was usually beside his brother when he got into a mess like that. seladon would know well enough. “ i’m surprised he hasn’t tried to leave some kind of SOOT or GREASE on you yet. ”
