Hello there! After a long time, I’m back on business! I’m mostly settled at my full time job, so I’m confident with the extra time I’ll have, specially during summer schedule. Any doubts, hit the DM button and ask away!
More Durís content from yesterday’s session. She’s recovered physically, but mentally and spiritually she has a lot to heal from.
"Upon arriving to the city, a thunderstorm greets the party. It had been raining for a couple of days already, and it made camping on the road back uncomfortable and cold.
Rain had never bothered her much. It was, after all, one of the gifts of her goddess. But now it feels... tainted. Furious. Unwelcome.
The once pleasant smell of moist grass and cobblestones makes her skin crawl.
The thunder doesn't scare her, even when it feels closer and closer with every step they take towards the inn at the outskirts, hoping to stay the night and avoid the worst of the storm.
Her hair rises and, moments later, lighting lands right next to them, the thunder wave almost knocking them off their feet.
Her friends rush inside the safety of the inn.
With a hand on the door, Durís stays outside.
She has seen bad storms in her time at the city, but this one... this one is the worst she can remember since her arrival. From the top of the hill, she can see the waves crashing at the shore of the nearest island. They're high, dangerously so. The damages, once the storm recedes, will be considerable.
And deep down, she knows, it's her fault.
This is the wrath of her goddess, unleashed.
A wrath she knows well. She has wielded it herself, after all.
Now, every raindrop, once cleansing and welcome, feels like a slap. And the storm will no longer hear her commands, nor obey them.
She was furious. Upon awakening at the outside of the tower. She had cursed and cried, and even when her friends had tried to comfort her, the only thing she had felt was an anger that ate her from the inside like poison. Every time, she remembered the terrible feeling of fighting to breathe and stay afloat in an ocean that was swallowing her down. Every moment she remembered the image of her goddess fading away from her as the lights went out.
And, after days of walking with nothing to do but think, she feels mostly empty of everything besides anger, sadness and loss. The hole inside her growing by the minute. It has been such a long time since she felt this lonely, this devastatingly miserable.
She is worthless now. A cleric forsaken by its god is as good as moist paper, and even as a fighter, she is lacking. A couple of decades of leaning into divine magic has made her a sloppy, weak opponent. And without her healing skills, she can no longer grant the safety of her party, or their wellbeing. Stepping down from this mission is the best she can do for them all, given the circumstances.
She can't protect them, and she refuses to become a burden.
She is being punished.
She is alone.
With the definite, deafening sound of the next thunder, and a flash of lightning, Durís turns her back on the storm, and steps inside the inn."
More Durís content from yesterday’s session. She’s recovered physically, but mentally and spiritually she has a lot to heal from.
"Upon arriving to the city, a thunderstorm greets the party. It had been raining for a couple of days already, and it made camping on the road back uncomfortable and cold.
Rain had never bothered her much. It was, after all, one of the gifts of her goddess. But now it feels... tainted. Furious. Unwelcome.
The once pleasant smell of moist grass and cobblestones makes her skin crawl.
The thunder doesn't scare her, even when it feels closer and closer with every step they take towards the inn at the outskirts, hoping to stay the night and avoid the worst of the storm.
Her hair rises and, moments later, lighting lands right next to them, the thunder wave almost knocking them off their feet.
Her friends rush inside the safety of the inn.
With a hand on the door, Durís stays outside.
She has seen bad storms in her time at the city, but this one... this one is the worst she can remember since her arrival. From the top of the hill, she can see the waves crashing at the shore of the nearest island. They're high, dangerously so. The damages, once the storm recedes, will be considerable.
And deep down, she knows, it's her fault.
This is the wrath of her goddess, unleashed.
A wrath she knows well. She has wielded it herself, after all.
Now, every raindrop, once cleansing and welcome, feels like a slap. And the storm will no longer hear her commands, nor obey them.
She was furious. Upon awakening at the outside of the tower. She had cursed and cried, and even when her friends had tried to comfort her, the only thing she had felt was an anger that ate her from the inside like poison. Every time, she remembered the terrible feeling of fighting to breathe and stay afloat in an ocean that was swallowing her down. Every moment she remembered the image of her goddess fading away from her as the lights went out.
And, after days of walking with nothing to do but think, she feels mostly empty of everything besides anger, sadness and loss. The hole inside her growing by the minute. It has been such a long time since she felt this lonely, this devastatingly miserable.
She is worthless now. A cleric forsaken by its god is as good as moist paper, and even as a fighter, she is lacking. A couple of decades of leaning into divine magic has made her a sloppy, weak opponent. And without her healing skills, she can no longer grant the safety of her party, or their wellbeing. Stepping down from this mission is the best she can do for them all, given the circumstances.
She can't protect them, and she refuses to become a burden.
She is being punished.
She is alone.
With the definite, deafening sound of the next thunder, and a flash of lightning, Durís turns her back on the storm, and steps inside the inn."
The previous week Durís had a rough day and died, and maybe lost her cleric privileges.
All on board the religious trauma train! 🚂
Tagging: @tuff-ponyboy @veggiesforpresident @sleeplessgreaser @fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1 @literallyhim0 @cadesblade @tigergirlpaya @arieshasbrainrot57 and anyone else who wants to do this.
I was trying to make my Heterochromia lol
Well…
Tagging ( of course no pressure ones )
Thanks for the tag!!
Np tags:
@maxmayfieldxx @gingaaaaa @literally-a-ferret @dontknowanythingohwell @whysosiriushuh @rainandcigarettes @sincerely-lily @heyyy-its-kayyy and anyone who wants to join :) as ofc always
Thank you for the tag
OK then...
No pressure tags:
And anyone else
This was so fun to play, I really liked it
No pressure tags:
@ellionmeds @gingery-juniper @lucigoo @ladypessi @kililvr and anybody else :D
This was fun!
I really hope people are not scared of me but I admit to being weird 🤣😅
Np tags: @nikuttek @conkers-theficwriter @consultingpacha @tickles-ivory @fantasyinallforms and anyone who wants to join! ☺️
Hohoho this was fun! Thanks for the tag!
@lordoftherazzles @fantasyinallforms @loveinthemindpalace and whoever wants to give it a shot!
"Hobbits And Their Nuts" is a very interesting title 😂 please, TELL ME MORE!!
Well, this will be an incoming instalment for Through the mist (I find you) which has become an E rated series of fics, instead of a gargantuan single one.
For now the doc is only notes and scrapes of what I want to do with it, so I can’t really quote any fragment, but lets say it’s a scene that was teased during the main fic, and that the moment I wrote about it I knew this one shot was going to come next (pun absolutely intended)
What can you tell us about "Roots for a mountain"? 💖
Hi Razzy!!
It’s an old WIP I’m retaking after finishing Through the mist, for which I have some great plans, and a side doc full of notes and future scenes ✨
The next chapter should cover the journey to Erebor from The Shire of newly named Ambassador Bilbo, King Thorin and Prince Frerin, together with their guards… and whatever situations they might encounter on the way.
To say I’m eager for them to reach Erebor is an understatement
On the meantime, here’s the link to the chapters that have already been posted!
I was tagged by @its-atlass in this, and it does look like fun, so here it goes!
Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
- Roots for a mountain
- Hobbits and their nuts
- Undercover Lover
- Lessons of the body
- A heart laid bare
I thought I had more WIPS!
My ToDo List is longer than the actual number of documents I’ve started, and so far only the ones listed above are the ones which belong to The hobbit/LoTR fandom
Tagging @lordoftherazzles @fantasyinallforms and @frosticenow !
Here's the result of me listening to IT GIRL too many times, anyways happy new year! 🤠
I always love getting to work with @consultingpacha for anything and everything! This year, we teamed up for @tolkienpinupcalendar's event for the 2024 calendar (though ours is a part of the NSFW edition). Thanks Pacha for being a great partner and letting me yell about fic ideas, and for giving it some super spicy artwork!!
bagginshield | during the quest / pwp | 6k
Thorin, tired of being poked and prodded after his scuffle with Azog's warg atop the Burning Pines, refuses to care for his injuries and takes off, so what does the company do? Send Bilbo to take care of Thorin, naturally. And boy, does Bilbo go above and beyond.
Its been an absolute delight to work on this and to read the fic 🔥
Check out the cropped version of the art here, and access the unholy 🔞 twitter account for the full version. (yes, we do gatekeep the naughty from yall underage rascals, sorry not sorry).
Keep in mind I will be checking for age on bios, so do pay attention to have it on display upon requesting access, or the gate will stay closed.
🔞 All the uncensored unholy naughty art -> unholy_pacha
See the full piece here: https://x.com/unholy_pacha/status/1742960225286500826?s=46
A&OL is a community centered around our favorite dwarf and hobbit! Here we strive to encourage creativity and friendships while creating an uplifting and welcoming environment to creators and fans of all levels and backgrounds. (artwork: @consultingpacha)
Here's what you can find within our server!
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I bring back my current DnD campaign dwarf, because I loved the splash art I did for Dalia ✨
Splash art of Dalia and then a put together of some sketches of her with Karlach ✨
I don’t know how to explain, but my brainworm is telling me this happened in game (it doesn’t, but Im delulu)
(Based on that twitter image. Yes. That one.)
My other main Tav, Dalia, who’s a very chaotic lesbian tiefling rogue/wizard and head over heels for Karlach.
(Resisting Astarion’s charms hasn’t been easy, but I think he and Dalia would be great friends. They can challenge each other to steal shiny stuff, stab enemies and pick locks)
Today I bring you more sketches of BloodMoon, because why not 😂
As a big ass star nerd, Adar’el enjoys cuddling with Astarion under the moonlight and talking nonstop about trivia facts and constellations, so they steal each-other away from camp when there’s no clouds to be seen, and it has become their favourite way to spend a good portion of the night.
Finally I can reveal the fic Ive been working on lately, a THAUC collaboration with @lorbalith, who has worked on the amazing art for one of the chapters!
“Finally”, said the hobbit, frowning despite his rushing heart. “I was worried.”
The smial was deadly silent behind him, which was surprising, considering how loud the dwarfs had been moments prior. Yet he refused to turn around and check.
“Worried? I thought we were angry.”
Fic for Thauc with the prompts "Bilbo and Thorin met before the Quest, fell in love and got married (in secret or not). How does that affect the Quest?" and "Thorin and Bilbo having an awkward and terrible hookup in Bree several months before the quest and then meeting at the quest."
Visit Lorbalith’s account to check on this wonderful art!