Oh to be a strange gnc cloaked person exploring an abandoned world and vibing
1000 of ya’ll agree so get your ponchos and cloaks we’re going on an ambigious journey with no clear destination and either vibe on some ruins or kill an omnipresent being.
It’s finally here!! The Onion you’ve all been hearing about for a couple of months now. @stardryad and I have worked hard on this story and we hope you’ll love it just as much as we do! Please go give her some love for the amazing artwork she is doing for this collaborative story! (Check out the cover artwork here!)
As the Master of Shadows and King Under the Mountain, Thorin lives burdened with guilt and loss, for Erebor is dark, dead, and on the brink. That is until he finds a possible solution to save his people in a being that radiates light and life. But is it truly possible to save them all from the shadows he created?
Both hands soon clutched at the arms of that stone throne, knuckles white beneath the regalia, and a scowl that could rival the snow itself with how chilling it was. “You ask me to feed them hope where there is none simply by appearance alone, it is a cruel thing, Balin,” Thorin growled, moving to pop the crown from his head as a visible act of defiance, not only to the holiday but to his title as King Under the Mountain.
Bitter as he was, Thorin wasn’t going to deny one pleading shade for a simple task, regardless of how it struck at his heart as being painful. “I will do as you ask, but I am not staying, nor am I acting as a superior.” Which explained the crown being placed on the arm of the throne.
“That is all I ask,” Balin gave a cordial bow in the face of frustration, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been snapped at, and he doubted it would be the last. “Just don’t dash anyone’s hopes along the stone should they present you with good tidings.”
All Thorin could present was a grunt and his eyes shut once more, dismissing Balin with a wave before resting his chin atop a closed fist yet again. A few moments and he would honor his word, just as he did each and every time through a painful mask.
The moments of silence ticked by, the room feeling just as cold and empty as it did even when Balin was present. It mattered little how many of those shades entered the room, the feeling always remained the same. “Another year, another celebration of failure,” Thorin muttered to himself, disdain coloring his tone as his features seemed to sharpen and sour. “When will it end?” Sadly, eternity was the only option for him, and despite his misery in watching these memories of people who once were whole pass him by, he could not abandon them to dissipate into nothingness.
The only reason Thorin remained here was to preserve what little fond memories he had.
Respectable public, we present you: The Onion ❤️
We’ve been working on it for some time and it’s our little baby ;0; it’s been awesome to work with Razzy’s amazing and efficient braincells as well as her lovely heart and care uvu
So it begins! Shares and comments are so appreciated! /o/ ✨
A/N: AHHHH I’m so excited to share this fic with you guys and I can’t believe this is the first time I’m writing for Kakashi. I love this man, how have I not written even once for him until now??
It was a lovely day in Konoha. The spring sun shone brightly in the sky, slowly disappearing behind the buildings with only a few clouds to be seen and warming up the cold atmosphere the winter had left behind. A soft breeze made the cherry blossom leaves twirl and dance around, gently landing in people’s faces. With the advent of spring, the dull and cold atmosphere of winter left and the people’s hearts thawed with the sun. Through the glass front of your studio, you could watch the people on the street running errands or taking a walk. It had been a rather quiet day with no appointments in the morning and only one in the afternoon, Karui, who you were currently working on.
“Hey.” She cleared her throat. “Would you mind a short break? I know, it’s probably not much left to do, but a bit of walking would be nice, I think.”
Over the past few months, you had turned her naked arm into a full sleeve after she had initially only asked for a pair of butterfly wings on the inside of her upper arm. As soon as the wings had healed, she had been standing in front of your desk again, asking for more, obsessed with getting more ink on her.
“You took quite a hit yesterday,” they say, concern lining the way their lips press together, a grim slash across elegant features. There’s a pause, like they’re deliberating over what to say next.
“What do you remember?”
UPDATE 12/10:
The doctor’s in! Create your character, meet one of your companions, and discover more about the world around you.
As usual, apologies for any typoes/mistakes you might find, I might’ve decided to wing the entire proof-reading part and decide to impulsively toss an update up instead. The current word count for the project is 12.1k, though most of it is in character creation, & I haven’t quite figured out how to calculate average playthrough just yet!
Also, for anyone who is interested and might’ve missed the previous post, there is now a Discordserver! Feel free to join & talk about your characters, or yell at me about the typos that I’ve missed.
“keep your ‘lectric eye on me, babe, put your ray gun to my head”
The phone rang. Again. On the fourth ring, Dustin finally picked up. Kate strained her ears to hear the muffled conversation, but she had a pretty good guess of how it was going.
It was the same conversation Dustin had the first time he called, and the fifth, and the sixteenth.
“Eddie called,” Dustin appeared in her doorway, and she glued her eyes to the book in her lap.
“Yeah, I bet he did,” Kate sighed, willing her heart to stop beating so damn fast.
“I thought you said you were going to give him a chance?”
“I said I might,” she looked up to meet Dustin’s irritated gaze. “I don’t know how, Dustin.”
So I got a new url!!! This is my first time switching ones since I got on Tumblr, and while cardboardseagulls is indeed my brand, I thought it’s time to refresh my blog a bit!!!
Soft romance is underappreciated. Yes, take my hand and kiss it or play with my fingertips. The little looks and knowing glances shared between two lovers. The smell of their fragrance as they walk past you at home. Those are the moments that are all too easy to miss if you aren’t paying attention.
