i shall show you no mercy

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Requested By: Anonymous.

Based On: If you have the time could you write something for being Thranduil’s queen and you getting hurt by one of his guards and Thranduil getting very angry and protective. By the way I absolutely adored the thorin helping you with your hair one you wrote.

A/N: Of course I’ll write this for you, lovely! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with. Thank you! I’m glad that you enjoyed it. Thanks for your request and request as many imagines as you would like. c: - Kat


Word count: 944 ( I think I overdid it slightly )

Warning’s: Some blood, protective Thranduil, angry Thranduil, pretty much Thranduil being a douche to the member of the guard that hurt you. Some fluff at the end. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Disclaimer: I do not own Thranduil or Mirkwood, Tolkien does.


Your head swung to left with a rashness that stunned the Elven King. The armored elbow that belonged to one of the members of the Woodland Realms’ Guard, collided and crunched viciously into your jaw bone. You were simultaneously flung across the platform, a loud cry coming from your mouth, echoing throughout the kingdom, halted everything and everyone within it’s path.

The guard grew tense as he turned to you, finally restraining the prisoner that had riled up a riot of his own. Even the prisoner looked fearfully up at the King of Mirkwood.

Like an arrow, King Thranduil shot up from his throne and onto his feet, his sapphire orbs agape, astonishment flooding through them. He had never dreamed of the day that a member of his own guard would ever possess such ungainly body movements! It was a complete disgrace and the king’s blood was surely boiling.

Soon the king’s bewilderment vanished, revealing an untamed rage towards the solider. Though, his eyes flickered over momentarily to you, not missing the blood trickle from your nose and mouth, the bruise beneath your slender long fingers as you cradled the damaged half of your face. Nobody moved a muscle and nobody dared to breathe.

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Understanding The Evil Code...

After getting a couple of questions in the Inbox, it seems that many people, especially New Players and New DMs, don’t really understand how “Evil” People work.

So what’s the between Chaotic Evil, Lawful Evil and Neutral Evil?

Well, allow me to show you!

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The Witch and The Lion

Tyrion x Reader

Requested by Anon


Cersei had invited you to stay. Supposedly you were the best at predicting the future in Kings Landing. Although if you were honest you were never sure you could live up to the name but thankful Cersei’s arrogance allowed you to cover that up.

Your main source of income was actually love potions and luck charms, neither of which were very strong and you didn’t have the means to test out methods to improve your beloved brews.

“You know one day you shall walk straight of a balcony.” Tyrion joked, making you jump as you snapped out of your day dream, stopping you from crashing into a statue.

“Oh my, thank you lord Tyrion, I shall try to be more careful.” You giggled slightly and curtsied to the statue before hurrying off with a wave to Tyrion.

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Hamilton Star: Michelle Obama Gave Me ‘the Best Compliment I Have Ever Received’ (Time):

[…] I had anticipated that the First Lady might come, one day, when we made it to Broadway, but downtown—at the Public Theater? It wasn’t until after the show ended that they said, “Michelle Obama’s here!” At the time I shared a dressing room with Jasmine Cephas Jones and Reneé Elise Goldsberry, my Schuyler sisters. We hurriedly got out of costume to say hello. Giddy with excitement, we made our way to the greenroom. There she stood. So poised and beautiful. She said hello to each and every one of us. I will never forget what Mrs. Obama said, “This is the best piece of art that I’ve ever seen.” I was floored. She has seen so much art in her life. Coming from her, our First Lady, the modern-day Schuyler sister incarnate, and one of the most inspirational women of our time, it was the best compliment I have ever received.

Hamilton is, of course, closely tied to the Obamas because Lin first performed the opening number at a White House poetry jam. I didn’t know anything about Eliza when I first got the call about Hamilton. Tommy Kail, the director, asked me if I wanted to be a part of it. I knew what he was talking about because I’d seen the video of Lin performing it at the White House for Barack and Michelle Obama. I specifically remember a friend showing me that YouTube clip while I was a student in drama school. Cut to five or six years later when Tommy calls me and asks me to be a part of a December reading of Act II of what was then called “Hamilton Mixtape.” I did what most people do when they don’t know something, I googled Eliza. I saw that she was his wife but there wasn’t a lot more. I just chalked it up to me being a lazy researcher. I thought, Okay. I’ll do digging later. I’ll go and see what this project is and enjoy the experience. Hearing the music for the first time was incredible. It had such an instant cool factor. But it wasn’t until I got into the room with Lin, Alex, and Tommy (I would end up working with Andy a few months later) that I truly discovered what the “Hamilton Mixtape” really was. I thought: These artists and creators that I’m working with … this story … is going to change the world. And I get to be in this room. And it changed me, too. I just didn’t know it yet.

In December of 2013, the end of the play still hadn’t been written. It actually wasn’t until that workshop in January, a day before our presentation, that Lin gave me the last song. In the moment at the end of Hamilton when Eliza steps out and you see her, most people tell me they are so taken aback. “Oh my gosh! She’s the one who is telling us this story, like we’re learning this story because of her.” That was the way that I felt getting that last song. A moment of: Really? And you want me to finish the play? I mean I’d love to but …

Lin went on to explain that in the song you look and see everything that she did after Hamilton died. I was just as surprised and awestruck by the beauty of this woman’s legacy that not many people know about, and how beautiful this moment was that we’re giving her, a voice and a place in history for the first time. It’s huge.

[…]

When Eliza says, “I took myself out of the narrative,” in reference to guarding her privacy after Hamilton’s cheating is revealed, her situation feels stunningly contemporary. It took me a while to understand this particular moment in Eliza’s journey. In discovering how to play Eliza, I first asked myself, “What is the difference between the common woman then and the common woman now?” But that proved to be less useful. I was only separating myself from Eliza. So I started to ask the question, “What do all women, past and present have in common?” The answer: survival. Women have struggled a great deal, yes. But it has been their ability to overcome, the way women have chosen to deal with their struggles. Not only survive, but flourish through their achievements. The struggle is real, the struggle has always been real and will continue to be real. It’s just a matter of how you choose to find your way through whatever challenges you face. Eliza is empowered by taking herself out of the narrative. I think that’s why forgiveness is such a huge part of the play.

People seem confused when Eliza forgives Hamilton. I suppose it is because we have more options now. It’s easy to opt to avoid someone, avoid forgiveness, avoid conflict, or avoid complicated feelings, love and disgust, that coexist. But ultimately it doesn’t matter how many options we have; it is a miracle that we choose to survive.

[…]

In his last letter to Eliza, Hamilton calls her “the best of wives and the best of women.” If I’m trying to get into Hamilton’s brain, he was saying “best of wives” like “best of who you are to me” and “best of women,” meaning who you are to the world. The letter used to be in the show. I used to read it. I still remember every line:

This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.

If it had been possible for me to have avoided the interview, my love for you and my precious children would have been alone a decisive motive. But it was not possible, without sacrifices which would have rendered me unworthy of your esteem. I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Nor could I dwell on the topic lest it should unman me.

The consolations of Religion, my beloved, can alone support you and these you have a right to enjoy. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.

Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Embrace all my darling Children for me.

Ever yours

I used to read it, and I don’t anymore. I think we cut it out for time’s sake, but the idea of the letter still lives. It’s chilling. It gives me chills.

I’m a total believer in the universe and the over soul. Somehow the energy that our Founding Mothers put into our history has lasted and has traversed centuries and found its way to me. Eventually, it will leave me and find its way to somebody else. It does feel like ages have passed by the end of the three-hour play so I definitely use that. Because Hamilton has had such a universal voice, it’s brought some of the most amazing women into my life. Women who are politicians, who are actors, who are writers, who are my family members that I respect so much, strangers—mothers and daughters who have lost their loved ones, all of these women, choosing to survive. And to be able to share it with them in this way, I feel like it’s paying homage to them, it’s paying homage to Eliza, and to all the other versions of Eliza that have existed throughout history and will exist for ages to come.

From “The Best Wives and Best of Women” by Phillipa Soo as published in The Meaning of Michelle edited by Veronica Chambers. 

read Phillipa’s full beautiful essay

Fire Emblem Fates: Battle Quotes Starters

“You should have surrendered.”

“You, uh, passed your test.”

“It’s not my fault you’re weak.”

“Stay out of this!”

“The pain will pass.”

“Now you’ve done it.”

“The time for mercy has passed.”

“I’m bored now.”

“You are SO last season!”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

“Shall we dance?”

“Appearances can be deceiving.”

“I’ll show you the meaning of fear!”

“You’re out of luck, friend.”

“Two’s company!”

“You won that round.”

“I’m not looking for trouble, but….”

“You deserve no better!”

“Oh! I think I might faint!”

“Fortune favors me.”

“An encore? If you insist!”

“Try not to hate me.”

“You’ve got a lot of nerve….”

“Please, hold your applause until the end!”

“I won’t stand idle.”

“Who’s the man!?”

“WAR IS HECK!”

“My bite is worse than my bark.”

“The pen is mightiest of all!”

“I could’ve done better.”

“I want your skull for a trophy!”

“Trouble rarely travels alone.”

“Out of my sight!”

“I am richer for the experience!”

"No need to despair!”

“My darkness was darker than yours!”

“Such are the whims of fate!“

“I will not leave in fear!”

“I will have my revenge!”

“I predicted this.”

“Unleashing my best!”

“Rest in peace, m’kay?”

“Nothing but cinders!”

“Time for your final bow.”

“Ooooh, yes!”

“Battle Magic” - LokixReader

Prompt :: You hold impressive power on the battle field, besting other warriors of Asgard. Loki, your friend, decides to offer his assistance in training you to enhance your magic proficiency.

Features :: Asgardian reader, Pre-Thor? / AU, peaceful Asgard

Warnings :: Minor violence, suggestive language

Word Count :: 1328

Additional Notes :: This started as a short imagine, so it is in a generally less in-depth style, hence the length.  Sorry if it is super wonky!  I’m still working on getting back into writing.

Originally posted by fireshinigami

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The Road to El Dorado Starter Sentences (Part 1)
  • "Today, we sail to conquer the new world!"
  • "This could be our destiny, our fate."
  • "If I believed in fate, I wouldn't be playing with loaded dice."
  • "Come on baby. Papa needs that crappy map..."
  • "You dare to impugn my honor?"
  • "He was the one that was cheating!"
  • "Oh, now I'm the thief? Take a look in the mirror, pal!"
  • "I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death."
  • "You fight like my sister."
  • "I've fought your sister, that's a compliment."
  • "We're both in barrels, that's the extent of my knowledge."
  • "My crew was as carefully chosen as the disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways."
  • "You will be flogged. And when we port into Cuba to resupply, God willing, you will be flogged some more...and then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of you miserable life."
  • "That's your plan, is it? ...well I like it!"
  • "Okay, what's your idea, smart guy?"
  • "Don't ask me that! You're the one with the plans."
  • "For pete's sake, he's a ruthless warhorse, not a poodle."
  • "Look on the positive side. At least things can't get--"
  • "Excuse me. Were you going to say 'worse'?"
  • "Did you ever imagine it would end like this?"
  • "The horse is a surprise."
  • "My regret, besides dying, is our greatest adventure is over before it even began, and no one will even remember us."
  • "Well if it's any consolation... you... made my life... an adventure."
  • "And if it's any consolation, you made my life... rich."
  • "What's that? The map? ... You still have the map? You kept the map but you couldn't grab a little more food?!"
  • "It's the map to El Dorado!"
  • "You drank the sea water didn't you?"
  • "Wait a minute. New plan. We find the city of gold. We take the gold, and then we go back to Spain."
  • "And buy Spain!"
  • "That's the spirit!"
  • "Your horse bit me in the butt!"
  • "Apparently, 'El Dorado' is native for... 'great, Big, ... ROCK'!"
  • "You don't think Cortes could've gotten here before us?"
  • "And what? Took all the /really/ big rocks? The scoundrel!"
  • "As the prophesies foretold, the time of judgment is now!"
  • "Did I not predict that the gods would come to us?"
  • "My lord, I am not a thief."
  • "My only wish is to serve the gods."
  • "You do not question the gods!"
  • "Do not question me/us, or I/we shall have to unleash our awesome and terrible power!"
  • "Visit your wrath upon this nonbeliever!"
  • "Show us the truth of your divinity!"
  • "You know that little voice that people have that tells them to quick when they're ahead? ... You don't have one!"
  • "Well, I'm sorry I got carried away!"
  • "Maybe we should tell the truth and beg for mercy."
  • "Both. Both is good."
  • "They actually think we're gods."
  • "We just have to keep this up long enough to load up on the gold and get the hell out of here!"
  • "We'll be living like kings!"
  • "(Person A) and (Person B)! (Person B) and (Person A)! Mighty and powerful gods!"
  • "Depart mortal! Before we/I strike you with a lightning bolt!"
  • "Beware the wrath of the gods!"
  • "Save it for the high priest, honey. You're gonna need it."
  • "What makes you think that I need your help?"
  • "Are you serious?"
  • "I want in on the scam."
  • "Scam? There's not a scam. Why would think there's a scam?"
  • "She wants in so she can get out."
  • "Think you're the only one who dreams of better things?"
  • "You've got your reasons, and I've got mine."
  • "Do you mind?"
  • "The little voice-- remember the little voice? Just for a second imagine that you have one."
  • "And we're pretending to be Gods."
  • "We must avoid giving in to temptation."
  • "Relax! All you have to do is smile, act godly, and follow my lead."
Spring!Chrom/Summer!Frederick C-S Support

Written by  drizzled-wind


C SUPPORT

Frederick: Milord, I’ve finally found you! I was worried that you wouldn’t be in this world when I arrived.

Chrom: Frederick?! Er, how…nice to see you here. What exactly are you wearing? It’s uncommon to see you without your armour.

Frederick: It is merely the outfit I was ordered to wear while on an excursion to the beach Outrealms with the Shepherds.

Chrom: Ordered? Or advised?

Frederick: If Milord Chrom asks anything of me, including what to wear, I will always comply.

Chrom: …Right.

Frederick: If I may, Milord, I would like to say that your costume for the Spring Festival suits you perfectly.

Chrom: Ack… I was hoping you wouldn’t comment on it. I look ridiculous. Especially since the Spring Festival is probably long over back home.

Frederick: If Milord would rather I did not talk about it, I will stop. I merely wanted to compliment you on the rabbit ears on your head.

Chrom: Lissa’s going to pay for this… Look, Frederick, I was forced to wear this. It was against my will.

Frederick: Should I prepare the new recruitment posters for this foreign realm?

Chrom: The what?

Frederick: Posters bearing Milord’s image; but as I recall that you were displeased with the last ones, these would depict you with this spring outfit instead. If we could attract potential Shepherds here, that would be most wonderful.

Chrom: What?! Frederick, we’ve talked about this countless times. I don’t want myself on posters, no matter what I’m wearing. Good gods…

Frederick: Milord, my deepest apologies for displeasing you. I merely wished to show off your extravagance to all the worlds.

Chrom: That’s very kind of you, but I’m getting tired of it. In Askr, I’m not your lord and you’re not my knight. We are simply friends who were both stuffed into ridiculous costumes that we’re unable to get out of!

Frederick: I must refuse. You are my lord, sire. Nothing can change that.

Chrom: I didn’t want to have to do this, but Frederick, I order you to treat me as a friend and not your ruler while I’m in this bunny getup.

Frederick: I-if Milord commands it… Then I will listen. We shall be…friends!

Chrom: Excellent. (Gods, please be merciful…)

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank C.]


B SUPPORT

Frederick: Milord! I mean, my friend! How does the day find you?

Chrom: Ah, Frederick. Somehow I knew you’d show up sooner or later. I’m perfectly fine, except for the snickering that follows in my wake whenever I venture out of my room.

Frederick: Who dares laugh at you? I will take care of them at once.

Chrom: I daresay you’ll earn yourself just as much laughter. Do you realise you’re carrying a bag of shellfish around, partially shirtless?

Frederick: I was summoned while I was clearing the beach so that no one might trod on a sharp shell. I have discovered that they make excellent weapons, my friend.

Chrom: Okay… I noticed some of those shells are rather pretty, at any rate.

Frederick: Which one would you like?! I’ll fish out the most radiant to gift to you, one friend to another.

Chrom: Fine, that one. And Frederick, you don’t have to keep calling me your friend. It’s getting kind of unsettling.

Frederick: My sincere apologies. What would you suggest I call you instead?

Chrom: How about my name, like a normal person?

Frederick: It would be an honour…Chrom. Ah, can you not feel us getting closer? Today is truly a joyous day. Here is your shell, Chrom. May its beauty reflect our friendship.

Chrom: Thanks, I think. Since you gave me something, I might as well hand something over in return. Here, have one of these eggs from the festival.

Frederick: An egg adorned with the symbol of the royal family? This is too much… I shall cherish it for the rest of my life.

Chrom: Glad to hear it.

Frederick: Wait a moment…Chrom, have you ripped your beautiful costume? An entire sleeve is missing.

Chrom: Oh, er… I did that a while ago. I’ve grown accustomed to leaving that arm free to display my brand.

Frederick: A wise choice. This way, the whole outfit boldly displays your best attributes.

Chrom: Frederick, I think we’re crossing into uncomfortable territory again. Let’s stop talking about the bunny outfit.

Frederick: Then what do you suggest the topic be switched to?

Chrom: Er… How was the beach Outrealm back home?

Frederick: Most magnificent. The skies were clear, the beach was bright, and we were given an excellent swimsuit to give to you upon your return. It featured the Brand across the back.

Chrom: Gods, no… I’m not sure I want to return now. Is there any news that’s not about me?

Frederick: No. My reports will only ever have to do with you.

Chrom: Wow, is that (y/n) calling me? Sorry, Frederick, I’m going to have to cut this short, haha…ha. Perhaps we’ll speak later.

Frederick: I await our next meeting with baited breath, my friend.

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank B.]


A SUPPORT

Chrom: I can’t see Frederick anywhere. If I can just get to the weapon storage room without him popping up behind me, then I may be able to get Falchion back.

Frederick: Chrom, how pleasing to see you out and about. I’m glad you’ve grown used to your handsome costume.

Chrom: Gah! Frederick?! Are you following me?

Frederick: I would not call it “following”, but merely keeping an eye out. It would not do to allow others to take advantage of your festive outfit to mock you. I am here to prevent that.

Chrom: Frederick… We’ve been over this time and time again. Instead of watching over me, go put on some armour to avoid mocking yourself. I’m trying to find my normal clothes, anyway.

Frederick: I’m afraid we cannot, Chrom. (y/n) has decreed that we stay in these costumes to fight, as that is how we were summoned.

Chrom: You’ve got to be kidding me. We have to stay in them until we go home?

Frederick: That was the report, yes.

Chrom: Falchion is my rightful blade. Surely I can at least switch out this ridiculous carrot axe for it?

Frederick: Apologies, but no.

Chrom: I don’t think (y/n) realises how horribly degrading this is. Don’t you feel the same? Parading around the battlefield in your smallclothes?

Frederick: As long as milord is satisfied, I do not mind what I am wearing. But if I may be so bold, I think you look quite dashing in that suit. There is nothing to be ashamed of in wearing it. Even the axe.

Chrom: You’re only saying this because I’m upset right now, but thank you anyway. I suppose we can suffer awhile longer, since we can’t exactly go against our Summoner’s wishes.

Frederick: …

Chrom: Frederick? What’s wrong? You’ve gone uncharacteristically silent.

Frederick: Apologies again, Chrom. I was simply thinking that being partners in festive costumes brings us even closer than before. Perhaps even closer than tossing a coin in a fountain would have been.

Chrom: Not this again…

Frederick: It is my honour to suffer through wearing this in battle with you.

Chrom: Frederick, let go of my hand! Look, I know you want to be extraordinarily close as knight and lord, but I have already ordered you to stop thinking in such a way. We can’t be as close as you want us to be, so please stop harping on about it!

Frederick: O-of course, Chrom. I am terribly sorry. Please, excuse me…

Chrom: Wait, Frederick! He’s gone… Maybe I was a bit too harsh on him.

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank A.]


S SUPPORT

Chrom: Frederick? It took me ages to find you. Are you alright? I’m so sorry for what I said earlier.

Frederick: It is not your fault, Milord. It is I who spoke out of turn. Please, think nothing of it.

Chrom: Still, my words were unnecessarily harsh. I had no right to spurn your friendship in such a way, not when you’ve always been there for me.

Frederick: I should not have made you uncomfortable in the first place. I was aiming to have you feel more at ease in your costume, but I took it too far.

Chrom: Frederick, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I do value your friendship, more than I can say.

Frederick: So you do not mind that I prefer your Spring costume to your regular outfit?

Chrom: No, I- …Wait a second. Did you fabricate that “rule” the Summoner made about staying in costume?

Frederick: I am deeply sorry, Chrom. I’m afraid I was being rather selfish. Please accept this gift as my apology.

Chrom: Gah, fine. Oh, another pretty shell. Wait, this one has something in it… A little egg with a heart painted on? It’s very cute, but Frederick, does this mean-?

Frederick: Yes. The way I felt for you was not simply as a lord and his knight. Since being summoned here, I have been able to fully realise my feelings, wrong as they may be. Please forgive my disrespect, but I am in love with you, Chrom.

Chrom: If you simply told me from the beginning instead of pretending…

Frederick: I know it was foolish; to think I could marry the exalt! I do not expect you to accept, but I simply could not hold my feelings back anymore.

Chrom: Frederick, stop. You don’t have to worry, because I do accept, exalt or not. I must admit that through our bond, friendship did turn into something more.

Frederick: Really?! We can truly be as close as I imagined?

Chrom: We already are close. That’s why I also have feelings for you, Frederick. Your summer outfit doesn’t hurt anything, either…

Frederick: This is the happiest day of my life! No longer will we be separated by the boundary of lord and subject! Instead we shall be partners in life for eternity.

Chrom: Yes, it certainly is a happy day.

Frederick: I will venture outside of those boundaries now by saying that your rabbit ears are very cute. I owe great thanks to whomever designed that costume.

Chrom: Frederick, please…

Frederick: Shall we design more of those eggs? Or pick up more shells? Come along, Chrom! We have a whole lifetime of our love to live!

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank S.]

Sentence Starters based of a mix of quotes from various Final Fantasy games, part 14 

“My sweet angel, come to me. I will take you to a world of dreams.”

“Why, you-don’t you feel anything!? Taking the lives of so many…”

“Your pain shall be twofold!”

“I don’t think we build cemeteries for the dead. Sure, it may seem pointless to you, but… How can I describe it? It’s so that we can think like this: ‘We’ll never forget you. We’ll remember you every time we stand at your grave. And we won’t let the fear of death, which each of us knows, stop us from living our lives. Because my friends will remember me when I’m here’.“

“I commend your courage, but I shall show you no mercy.”

“I am the trouble maker, after all.”

"Spare me the lecture. Lives come and go all the time. What’s the big deal?”

“No, no. We’re just friends.”

“This is my story. It’ll go the way I want it… Or I’ll end it here!”

“If you need to, you can cry, too, *insert name here*. My shoulder’s always available.”

“Life is connected, one to another… If you trace the root of all life, there exists one source.”

“I’m telling you, she was too shy to hand me the letter herself! And if you don’t think I’m a ladies’ man, you’re wrong. Chicks are intimidated by good-looking guys.”

“I don’t want to stop. And maybe I want to run away from it all. But living in the village with everyone fills me with joy. The joy of living with them far outweighs the fear of death. Isn’t it the same for you? Traveling with your friends gives your life meaning.”

“Ha…Ha…Ha…Ha…Ha.”

“Don’t say it! Don’t say his name.”

“Heh! You got tall, but you’re all bones! You eatin’ right boy?”

“I thought about a lot of things, like… Where I was, what I’d got myself into. I started to feel… Light-headed, and then, sleepy. … I think I had a dream—a dream of being alone. I wanted someone—anyone—beside me, so I wouldn’t have to feel alone anymore.”

“Remember, we’re only married while we’re here.”

I’m not sure if this has already been done, but here we go. 

More than anything, all Ardyn craves is the only thing that’s been denied him: his ascension. He’s been plagued by daemons for centuries, and honestly, if I was in his shoes, I would have set the world ablaze way before two centuries of immortality. 

The Crystal chooses Noctis as the Chosen King, and now Ardyn sees his way to break this curse. But Noctis is so young. He’s only twenty when Ardyn sets his main plan in motion. 

In two centuries, this is his second chance—depending on what you believe in his past. Ardyn doesn’t want to screw anything up. This is his final chance. He’s got to make it count, right? He needs Noct to hate him more than anything.

He forms a peace treaty signing, where King Regis dies. 

He sets up Noctis and Luna to marry. Then, Bam, dead bride.

Noct’s pissed, as he should be. He wants Ardyn to pay.

Fast forward to the train segment, where Ardyn messes with Noct’s mind exponentially. 

Noctis is getting frustrated with this man at this point. He’s mustering up his hatred, and he won’t hesitate to take this daemon down.

And then we have the scene where everything about Ardyn is mostly revealed. Bahamut gives his words on the subject, and somehow Noct finds sympathy for Ardyn. 

For good measure, though, Ardyn needs all of Noct’s hate to surface—for Noct to kill him. 

Let’s just add in some dead bodies:

Oh, let’s knock out your friends, too.

Can you kill him yet, Noctis?

During the final battle, we have this little segment as well.

That is a smirk. I repeat, that’s a smirk. He’s beaten and battered. His ascension is close at hand. Soon, he’ll finally be able to rest forevermore. But he can’t allow Noct to show any mercy. Not with his goal so close at hand.

Let’s rekindle some flames, then, shall we?

Yet when your father died, you were off playing with your friends. When you beloved died, you lay watching, powerless to stop it. You think ten years is a long time. It is nothing to me. I have lived in the darkness for ages.

[…]

This time, you can rest in peace. Close your eyes, forevermore.

In the end, though, you hear it in Noct’s voice. He wanted to give this man peace. He showed mercy even after everything Ardyn had done to him. That would be when I realized that Noct wasn’t all that bad of a character.

Punished by the King Thorin x Reader fanfic

You can read this now also on AO3 if you wish and while you are at it, if you could leave me kudos that would be really nice :).

This is my first published fanfic, so please bear with me.

This is a quite explicit (movie) Thorin x Reader lemon, with a veeeery angry king mmmhhhh yummy. I may have gotten carried away a little. Sorry, not sorry…. Definitely some steamy smut, non-con, PWP, NSFW, mature readers only. You have been warned!

Lenght: 3003 words.

Set after BOTFA with Thorin having survived obviously.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thorin (unfortunately), nor any of the other characters from Tolkiens middle earth. I do not make any money with this. It is purely for entertainment.

By the way: here is a newly updated and revised version of this fanfic!

And now folks, enjoy:


I.

“What do you think you are doing here sneaking around in my halls?” Thorin is clearly enraged and his pale blue eyes are glittering with anger. You try to avoid his gaze and lower your eyes, helplessly staring at the stone-tiled floor in front of you. “Answer me, woman!” he demands in his commanding voice. The sound of it makes your heart beat considerably faster, but your throat seems dried up, so you just stammer: “ I…, I didn’t…” “You didn’t….. what? I know the likes of you, thieves, thinking that they can steal from us. But no one steals from the King! Mark my words!” “But please, I was not trying to steal, I… ” Thorin cuts you off mid-sentence: “I do not care for your silly excuses. ” His eyes are fixed on you and you feel yourself blushing and begin to realise that you are now trapped and at the King’s mercy. So you try one more time, take a deep breath, muster all your courage and look at the king directly. His face shows anger, his wild hair and untamed beard make him look like an animal ready to charge. “Please,” you begin timidly “I beg you to let me go. I did not steal anything from you. I would never dare stealing from you. Please, you must believe me!” Thorin looks at you with fierce eyes, he clearly does not believe a word you are saying.

Slowly he makes his way down from his throne, his kingly attire making him look even more intimidating. As he approaches you, you try to back away from him, but he is swiftly behind you, like a silent shadow, filled with hot anger and the desire to make you bend to his will. Thorin grabs your arms with a strong and steady grip and pulls you closer to him. He has your hands now in a tight lock behind your back and you can feel him pressing his body against yours. Slowly and with calculated precision he brings his mouth to your ear: “You will pay for this, woman. No one disobeys the King, I will have you beg for mercy and you shall feel my wrath!” His heat radiates around you, engulfs you and you begin to understand that this king intends to take you as his prize. He will have his way with you and there will be no pleading for mercy.

Thorin lets go of your hands and you drop to the floor like a piece of wet cloth. You stumble and as you try to get up, you feel Thorin still beside you staring at you with heat and wild desire. “Take her to my chambers and make sure I am not disturbed!” he orders. Bofur and Balin rush to your aid and you hear them mumbling apologies. They clearly do not deem their King’s behaviour to be appropriate, but they do not dare to disobey him. Thorin’s temper and wrath are as legendary as are his pride and courage.

II.

Thorin’s chambers are truly magnificent and worthy of a king. A roaring fire fills the vast room with heat and the scent of wood vaguely drifts through the air.
But you have no eyes for the beauty and splendour, your knees are weak and the dwarves have left you tied up in the middle of this regal chamber. You feel like a little child that has been sent to the room for punishment. And punishment awaits you, that much you can be sure. Although what Thorin has in his mind you do not dare imagine. Dwarves are known for being cruel and merciless, and this was their king. Thorin was well known for having lost his temper more than once and even his companions feared him and respected his authority. You could just hope for the best and try not to upset him even more.
While you are there all caught up in your thoughts you suddenly start feeling his presence. For how long he may have lingered there in the shadows you do not know. But now his gaze is upon you and it is hungry with desire and anger ready to erupt. Thorin had indeed slipped quietly into the room through one of the many secret doors and was taking in the sight of his prisoner, tied and chained to a massive wooden column holding a collection of swords and shields. There was no way to escape, he has made sure of that.

You see Thorin standing before you, his intimidating presence makes you shiver and your hearts pace starts quickening considerably. He senses your fear and starts circling you like a hungry predator his helpless prey. Despite being a dwarf Thorin is tall, slightly taller than you and he stands now directly in front of you, his face barely an inch from yours. “I am only going to ask you this once, woman, and answer me truthfully or your punishment shall be severe and merciless!” Thorin’s voice is barely a whisper, a low growl like that of a wild and dangerous animal, but he enunciates every syllable clearly and leaves no doubt that he means business. “Why were you trying to steal from me? Do you not know that I Thorin, King Under the Mountain, have no mercy with common thieves?” His intense blue eyes are full of anger and growing passion as he grabs your chin possessively with one of his strong hands and forces you to withstand his gaze. His eyes meet yours and for a brief instant you see a spark of light, like glowing embers in those deep pools of blue. You pull yourself together and answer him as sincerely as you can: “I did not steal anything from you. I took nothing. You must believe me. I am asking you to be kind, not cruel. If you are a true king, you will show me mercy.” At the last sentence you bite your lower lip as you realise you should not have said that. No king liked to be told how to rule.

Thorin is now furious with rage and brings your face even closer to his. You can feel his breath on you, it is hot and smells of herbs and wine, his lips are almost touching yours. “Wrong answer woman! And you are in no position to tell me how I am going to treat you. Listen well: I shall show you what a true king is like and you will not disobey me. Tonight you are mine and I will take everything I desire from you!”

III.

Thorin lets go of your face and grabs you violently with both arms pulling you close to him, his strong hands are now all over your body. He presses you against his loins where you can feel his growing desire. You try to pull away from him, but you know it is in vain, since your hands are tied and his muscular body is simply overpowering you. He knows that he has you trapped, at his mercy and it is making his desire more urgent: “Can you feel me? Can you feel the King’s lust?” Thorin mutters in your ear. His beard and untamed hair are brushing your face and you get caught in his smell. Like fresh leaves and wet earth after a spring rain. You close your eyes and inhale deeply and for a brief moment you immerse yourself into this force of nature that is Thorin. “Answer me, woman!” he demands, his breathing heavy with barely restrained desire. “Yes, I can feel you. But please don’t hurt me. I swear I did not do anything wrong!” “That is not for you to judge!”

Thorin lets go of your body and unties your hands. “Now take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.” Your eyes widen in horror, as you begin to understand that he will truly humiliate you and submit you to his command. “Do it now! My patience is waning. Or I shall have to tear them off you myself?” You fumble clumsily at your shirt and try to unbotton it as fast as possible, but fear is taking hold of you, so Thorin violently rips your shirt off in one single tear. “Don’t cover your breasts, I want to see them!” Thorin commands as you are instinctively trying to cover them with your hands. “Now take off the rest of your clothes. And not too slow, I am growing tired of waiting.” You slide off your skirt and underwear and as you stand there in front of Thorin totally naked his eager eyes take in every inch of your bare skin which shines white in the dimly lit chamber. He is definitely appreciative of your slender form. You can see the hunger in his eyes, a wild and untamed appetite, which he is planning on satisfying with you.


IV.

Thorin’s livid blue eyes are piercing you and you feel vulnerable and helpless in front of him, knowing that his powerful body will soon be taking yours forcefully and claiming you as his.
He grabs your arms with a swift motion and drags you across the room to a large wooden table, forcing his strong grip on you.
You unwillingly let out a cry as Thorin shoves you hard against the edge of the table and you feel the impact on your hips and pelvis. But Thorin is numb to your pain and you know it is no use to argue with the King. “This will be a pleasure for me, woman, seeing you spread in front of me with nowhere for you to go. No escape from the King, you will do as I say, for as long as I command.
Are you prepared to suffer the King’s punishment, to pay for your crimes and beg for forgiveness?” Thorin’s voice is full of anger and you hear his determination to make this as painful as possible for you. “Please…!” is the only word you can utter, your mouth is dry and your body is trembling with fear. Thorin does not wait for your answer, nor does he expect one. “I will make you talk. I have means to make you confess any crime you may have possibly commited.” His voice is now barely a whisper, but you can hear every single word he says and he knows it. “I know you hear me, and you will remember my words!”

You close your eyes and brace yourself for the worst. “There will be no mercy.” you remember him saying. You can feel his powerful body pressing hard against you, hot rage pulsating through his every vein. There is no need for him to have you tied up as he has your arms in a tight grip with his left hand, pinning them down to the table on top of your head. You can feel his right hand fumbling behind you and within an instant you feel him hot and rigid at your entrance. “This is to show you who is King Under the Mountain!” Without any further preamble Thorin sheathes himself inside you letting out a low and guttural growl. You are taken by force and completely overwhelmed by the violence of his motions. “There will be no mercy.” And indeed none is given.

With every forceful push he buries his manhood deeper inside you, over and over, again and again. He has his mind set to make you feel the King’s wrath with all his might.
Your body hurts outside from being violently pressed against the hard surface of the table and inside from Thorin’s relentless strokes.

Thorin’s breathing quickens as he picks up even more speed, pumping with all his might into you, possessing your body, making it his with every forceful push. Invading you, breaking you, bending you to his will.
He is pinning you down now to the table with both of his hands, not allowing you to evade him, taking the force of each of his strokes with all the impact. “Feel this!” Thorin mutters under his breath, heavy with passion and desire.
Drops of sweat are starting to form on his forehead and slowly making their way down and dripping on to your face, mixing themselves with your own salty tears. You can feel the roughness of his beard against your cheeks as he brings his head closer to yours. His dark brown hair is getting tangeled with your own and you can feel the sweat building up between your bodies.

Suddenly Thorin grabs your hair with one of his hands bending your head sideways, so you are forced to look into his eyes. “Are you willing to confess your crimes now? Have I violated you enough to show you that there is no defying the King? You are mine and you shall have no doubt about it!” Still there are no coherent words leaving your mouth, as you find yourself stretched out on the King’s table completely at his mercy and with his hardness buried deep inside you.

He pauses his motions for an instant to study your face and you seem to detect a faraway glow in his radiant blue eyes, like a fire rekindled that had long been forgotten. Was it emotion and affection or are you just imagining it? You decide to take your chances and although you barely can breathe you try to speak as clearly as possible “For the love of Ilúvatar, please Thorin, have mercy. You are hurting me.” you plead with tears choking your voice. You say his name for the very first time and are surprised at how pleasing it sounds despite him only inflicting pain and humiliation on you.

But the instant is gone, a fleeting moment of reconsideration before Thorin’s anger and rage take hold of him again. He has no intention of slowing down his vigorous pace or showing empathy with your feelings. “Pleading is not going to help you. I will have you and make you mine. Just like you feel me now deep inside you possessing your insides I will be your King and you will obey me and bend to my will.”

Thorin’s thrusts are picking up speed again, pumping with all the violent rage that has been buried inside his soul. As he builds up towards his release you feel his whole body tightening up and his broad hands are now pressing your arms harder onto the surface of the table. You can feel his heavy breathing and the weight of his body, bathed in sweat, on top of your own. It makes you ache with pain as your hips are pushed harder against the edge of the wood. “Oh Gods Thorin,” you mutter under your ragged breath “you will break me if you keep going like that!” But he is deaf to your pleas, just driven by his furious anger and passionate desire to prove that he is indeed ruling with unquestioned authority, never doubted nor challenged.

He is almost there at the point of no return, muttering obscenities under his breath. “Say it! Who is your King?” he commands you in his deep and powerful voice. You barely can breathe as you feel crushed under his strong muscular body, but you know he is not going to let you shift away from him, he has you pinched, pressing down on you with his own weight, his hair now wet with sweat falling down onto your face. “You, you are my King… .” is all you can say, overwhelmed by his power and the determined force of his passion. “Now say my name. Say it!” he orders and there is no disobeying the King anymore. “Thorin. Oh Gods, Thorin, you are my King!” you manage to exclaim as you feel your own peak approaching.
With a final powerful thrust Thorin completely immerses himself inside you and letting out a low growl like an animal he bathes your insides with his hot release. You can feel the force of it touching your most intimate spot and it makes you cry out his name again and again “Oh Thorin, Thorin! Gods, Durin save us all, what are you doing to me?” And you give in to the tidal wave of pleasure rolling over you, carrying you to your own climax, plunging into a sea of pure hot ecstasy.


Epilogue

Thorin is still breathing heavily on top of you, radiating heat and his hardness softening inside you ever so slowly. Exhaling with pleasure, he loosens the grip on your hands which are sore and slightly red. He touches them gently and runs his fingers up your arms until they find your face and caress the outline of your lips. For the first time he seems to take in your beauty and he holds your chin firmly with one hand and brings it close to his face. And there you see it again, the spark of golden fire in his lovely blue eyes now looking down longingly at you. You meet his gaze and are mesmerised by its intensity. Thorin’s face is glowing with desire and in one fervent motion his lips find yours, locked in a rough kiss of passion. You close your eyes and let the sweet taste of his mouth melt on your lips. He is warm and firm and his lips are hungry for your mouth. A deep satisfaction takes hold of you and you feel at home at last in Thorin’s ardent embrace.

Thorin turns you around so you are standing right before him, your still naked body touching his and craving his warmth. His face is resonating with powerful emotions, unknown to him, now taking hold of him. He looks at you with sincerity, holding your face with both of his hands and lifting it up to his and smiles: “I claim you as mine. I Thorin, King Under the Mountain, have found my Queen!”

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GoT meme | Relationships [2/9] → Bran & Jojen Reed / Meera Reed

“Hearth and heart and harvest we yield up to you, my lord. Our swords and spears and arrows are yours to command. Grant mercy to our weak, help to our helpless, and justice to all, and we shall never fail you.” “I swear it by earth and water,” said the boy in green. “I swear it by bronze and iron,” his sister said. “We swear it by ice and fire,” they finished together.

lavellaann  asked:

I'm sending a 😱 for Ruki (Because I am sinning-- in a both good and a bad way stop me HENE)

(Mun: Ruki 6 votes woop enjoy–)

Send 😱 and my muse will describe how they would torture yours

Ruki: My my, so eager to get violated by my hands, are you? Just like the shameless garbage you are. You want me to torture you, Livestock? I wonder if that’s the case: would you honestly be able to withstand the horrors I’ll put you through? I would certainly teach you manners for being such an indecent being, slapping that face of yours until your nose bleeds and your legs give in. Don’t think I’d be done with you, no. I’d crouch to your petty level and grab that filthy hair of yours, squeezing your neck tight and have you beg for it, obviously for nothing else than my own amusement. That’s right, be grateful that someone like me would degrade myself to your pathetic level like that. Ah, but squeezing the life out of you wouldn’t be enough, now would it? Tearing your clothes into disposable pieces is the least someone like you deserves, let alone a cruel session of spanking from your Master. Everytime you let a scream, I’ll smack that rear harder, harsher. If you even dare to beg for mercy, I’ll tear those bruised and reddened cheeks apart. I certainly am not joking around, Livestock. How about I’d hold a knife on your throat as well as I spank the misbehavior out of you? It’s better not to move around, otherwise you might get cut. And that would be none other than your fault, now would it? Now… would you perhaps want your Master to show you your place immediately? Or shall he punish you even more cruelly for declining the offer?

Underfell Headcanons - Toriel and Asgore

Hi!

Underfell fic is still coming along. Meanwhile, have some headcanons about Underfell Toriel and Asgore!

I’ve seen a lot of depictions of these two as aggressive and evil and the exact opposite of their counterparts. However, as I’ve discussed over here, I am personally a fan of the idea that the Underfell monsters aren’t strictly “evil”, they just have a lot of issues.

In particular, I like to imagine that the Underfell counterparts have at least some piece of the original character within them; it’s just that piece of them has some dark twist to it that causes them to act differently from the original character.

I thought up some headcanons with this in mind.

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