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thippet thursday

thanks for the tags lovely friends @balrogballs, @ulmondil, and @amorbidcorvid!

I'm desperately trying to get The Judgment of Mandos fic ready to post before my semester begins next week, so please enjoy another little preview. (prior snips here, here, here, here, and here)

“You can come back now,” Eönwë said.  “But you’ll have to agree to some conditions.” “Did Vairë have a message for me?” Námo found himself asking. Eönwë just looked at him.  “Irmo says you can stay with him until you get settled back in,” Eönwë finally said, which answered that question.

tagging back my taggers plus @ anyone else who would like <3

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Thank you for the tag, @nightmares-2! I like this game so I’m doing it a second time.

Share 6 pics from your phone:

1. Art, by my daughter

2. The back of the bathroom stall door, at the bar

3. Tolkien shelfie, in my living room

4. Boston skyline, view from hotel

5. Flowering trees, in my backyard

6. Bunny bunny hop hop, at my work

Tagging anyone who would like 💚

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Fingon the Valiant

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she mount on my doom till i erupt

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i understand why people like the queue and i do respect you guys for using it but that is just not how i roll. if i think these 37 posts are funny you’re seeing them right fucking now

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SMASHES MY HAND DOWN ON THE POST BUTTON.

LOOK AT IT.

Elves! Art! Weird meditations on death! Human-centric scholarship! Is that painting of Celebrimbor supposed to be horny!

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was thinking of ship dynamics i go coocoo puffs for and i realized this one in particular is just. so SO good. love when a completely bonkers character gets together with a totally normal very average person (actually is Worse)

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mortifying snippet tuesday

Okay okay. @dilettantefeminist and @starspray tagged me to please share a snippet. This is mortifying to post. Not because of the content, because well, I broke that seal awhile ago. But because *this is the snippet I accidentally pasted into the student record-tracking system at my job first thing this morning and failed to notice until it was too late to correct it without contacting the help desk*.

I just really, really have to thank @atlantablackchaotic because the whole reason it was in my clipboard at all is because I sent it to her last night, and she said "no thanks" to the amputation kink, so by the grace of Eru, the snippet stops before it gets *really* deranged.

This is from the WIP "The Judgment of Mandos," see prior bits here, here, here, and here.

What was she feeling? Was she afraid? Námo had observed fëar caught up in fear before, visions ripped from the moments just before their violent deaths, or other images drawn up from the deepest places of their inner selves. It was not his habit to interrupt. Námo knew fear, and he did not think that was quite what he was observing in Aredhel’s dream. Indeed, Eöl shouted and drew back partway, his hips still pinning hers to the earth, but withdrawing his upper body. He spat a mouthful of his own blood onto her breast, a string of red dangling from his lip, connecting him to her. “Golodh bitch,” he snarled. Aredhel smiled up at him. “Dear husband,” she whispered. In one swift, fluid motion, she heaved her husband up and over. She took his shining black sword from its sheath across his back and used it to slice at the shackles at her feet. But it was no use—the shackles were themselves made of the same black iron and where the sword struck, only sparks like tears flew free. She tried again, and again she could not break her chains.

Tagging @dragonridersofficer-fiammag, @ulmondil, @idleleaves, @beatles4ever65, @swanhild, and @nightmares-2 to share something, if you'd like! no pressure.

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Throwback Thuesday

@annarobots tagged me to share something from a past fic, so have a snippet of conversation between Galadriel and Celeborn from an Annatar/Celebrimbor/Galadriel wip i started a few weeks ago:

“Celebrimbor has invited me to participate in one of his… trysts. With Annatar.” “That is one way to work out the animosity between you both.” “I am not letting Annatar fuck me.” “You do not need to! Celebrimbor is a talented craftsman, is he not? I am sure he could fashion something for your use, so you need not be the one penetrated.” She turned the idea over in her head. Thought about having Annatar pinned down and writhing beneath her on the bed, of the satisfaction that would come of her taking him down a notch. High and mighty, beautiful, perfect Annatar, reduced to a quivering mess all because of her.

no-pressure tags to @elennalore, @balrogballs, @beatles4ever65, and anyone else who sees this and wishes to join in <3

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Míriel Þerindë, bearing her son's star-sigil and cloaked in reddish hues "Míriel was a Ñoldorin Elda of slender and graceful form, and of gentle disposition, though as was later discovered in matters far more grave, she could show an ultimate obstinacy that counsel or command would only make more obdurate." The Peoples of Middle-earth

"You see it, do you not, Tyelkormo? She is much like you—though her spirit burns toward craft rather than the hunt. She did not carry the bow in her hands as you do, but rather the tools of the weaver (...) She rode alone beneath the trees, seeking in the silence of the forest the shape of her thought and the spark for her makings. Truly, in you I see both her likeness and defiance." (I felt the urge to draw a little art piece of Míriel)

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I am too mortified to discuss specifics, but one thing about using a work computer for fic purposes, you better be *real careful* about what you've got in your clipboard when you start pasting things into places!!!

LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES, FRIENDS!!!

(also. shout out to the wonderful tech support lady who happens to have an MLS. I knew I could count on a librarian.)

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Tidbit Tuesday

thanks for the tag @whovianofmidgard!

From a future chapter of Desert:

He slipped away to his room after dinner. It was near Maglor’s, cozy and airy at once, with wide windows and soft rugs scattered across the floor. The rugs and the hangings on the walls were all soft greens and browns. He had found two sketchbooks and a set of pencils waiting for him on the desk, and the bookshelf held a small collection of books that he might have chosen for himself off of Elrond’s library shelves. He still did not know how Elrond had known—or Celebrían—unless they had consulted with his brothers, or with Fingon. Maedhros ran his fingers along the spines of the books, and picked one more or less at random before going to the window seat. Twilight had settled like a soft purple blanket over the valley, and the stars were coming out, glimmering on the water. Maedhros could hear singing somewhere out by the largest fishpond, where Elrond had found him the morning after their arrival. Once again, he found himself thinking of Finwë. Finwë would have loved Elrond and his family—would have loved this valley. Maedhros blinked back the building heat behind his eyes and tried to turn his attention to the book on his lap, but rustling in the ivy that climbed up the wall outside heralded Celegorm’s arrival. “This,” Maedhros said, as Celegorm swung himself through the window to join him on the cushions, “is why Curufin thinks you’re a bad influence.”

no pressure tags for @balrogballs @sallysavestheday @thescrapwitch @idleleaves @annarobots @vefanyar

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Snippet Someday

I've been called on by @annarobots, @tobermoriansass, and @sallysavestheday to share a snippet from a WIP—thank you so much for thinking of me! 🤍 Here's a bit from a draft about Elenwë and dancing, which I've been overthinking for way too long.

Time is nearly impossible to measure on the Grinding Ice; days, months, and years play hide-and-seek in the unchanging darkness. Still, Elenwë looks for them. The dancers' urge to count the beats runs deep. The stars, it seems, have finished their journey around the heavens once more. Yet another year has passed. But one need not look upward to notice the merciless flow of time. Their numbers dwindle as the Ice swallows them whole, as if they were nothing more than grains of sand slipping through Arda's ancient hourglass. Those spared by the Ice are devoured from within instead—empty stomachs and ample grief consume their bodies and souls with the same unrelenting appetite. They press forward regardless. For the doomed there is no return.

No pressure tagging @swanhild, @isilme-among-the-stars, @hhimring, @whovianofmidgard if you feel like sharing a sneak peek too!

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I can’t share a lot of my photos because they’re my kids or screenshots of private things, but here’s the most recent that I can share; I follow a lot of poetry accounts on various socials and come across many gems that way.

Tagging @beatles4ever65 @idleleaves

photo tag game!

I was tagged by @curufiin, and I'm starting a new post because that one was long.

"Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish."

LABUBOE HEAD TRANSPLANT WAS A SUCCESS!

tagging @twofoursixohjuan, @holy-teos, @risingmoonrevenge, @nighttimepatrons, @theawkwardarchaeologist, and @theblacknessdyer

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Courage of Stars, Chapter 35

Manwë’s herald stands before them, all silver armor and white light as he carries a banner with the sky blue and white standard of the Vala. The brown feathers of a golden eagle peek out from under his pauldrons. “High King Elrondo Perelda Eärendilion, Lord of Imbeláris, High King of the Noldorin Exiles, you have been summoned to the Ring of Doom.”Elrond blinks. “What?”

An eldritch Maedhros gets more than he bargained for when he attempts a daring rescue in Angband. Meanwhile, in the Third Age, Elrond faces the Valar and Fingolfin, Fingon, and a flamboyance of Fëanorians arrive in Rivendell. Rediscovering family ties and what it means to be at peace whilst finding romance and learning to deal with emerging eldritch powers is a lot harder than it sounds.

To Begin Again:

As the lava burns his fëa away, Maedhros is reforged and returns to Valinor before the Darkening. Meanwhile, Maglor simultaneously finds himself in Third Age Eriador. The two brothers must do their best to understand their new powers while simultaneously saving their people from the Doom of the Noldor across the span of three ages.

Part of a time travel eldritch alternate universe about family, hope, grief, healing, and redemption.

Courage of Stars, Chapter One.

Link to the beginning of the whole series here.