#* namo ;; answers

[sallysavestheday]

If you're still taking prompts... something with Namo and Vairë?

Thank you for the ask! Have 200 words of this power couple considering the Doom of the Noldor, etc., etc.

The grief Namo feels for those who pass through his realm is formless, wound through the potent air of the Halls like a weight on the tongue, soft and slightly bitter in the mouth. At Míriel’s passing, that faint tang grows stronger. The Doomsman shifts on his silent throne and frowns. The cost of her loss seems so clear: that unchecked flame that will burn through the world with its ravening heart ever seeking. The Children like tinder, caught in its wake. The lands of their proud hopes all burned and cracked and drowned. Vairë tastes his sorrow in the air and clicks her tongue. Her many hands do not falter in their weaving. One traces that scarlet thread of pain through the warp of her tapestries, easing the knots. Another lifts a shuttle and binds a gold wire on. Back and forth, back and forth, the forming shapes shift and dance. Songs ring on the mountain, in the forests, in the towers. Hands are clasped and promises kept. Out of the fiery darkness a great star gleams, cleansing and sweetening the night. Mourn for Míriel, yet sing for Indis, Vairë whispers. See how this new thread holds the light.  

[cilil]

What would the Valar’s reaction be to a modern woman from our world showing them D&D? Who’s going to be really into the game?

𝓐𝓝 ~ Oooh very interesting question! Thanks a lot for the ask, I had so much fun thinking about this ^^

���𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ All the Valar! I couldn't resist... Enjoy!

In general, I think that all the Valar would be at least curious, if not excited to hear about the games modern humans play and try it out for themselves, considering how the Ainur have always been looking forward to interacting with the Children of Ilúvatar.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Manwë

As a poet and writer, he's immediately in love with the concept of collaborative storytelling. You can expect elaborate worldbuilding and character backstories from him (especially ones that involve reconciling with an estranged sibling) and he loves to write small side stories and fanfic about the cast. Manwë also wouldn't mind being the group's forever DM once he learns how to run a game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Varda

Being less excitable than her husband and not always in a playful mood, Varda may choose to watch at first, but she's certainly intrigued by the concept of D&D and she enjoys the mathematical aspects of it, always calculating everybody's chance of success. Once she decides to play, she may surprise the other players with how ruthless and cunning she can be - a menace both in political intrigue and combat-heavy campaigns. Varda also loves seeing Manwë and the others having fun.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Ulmo

Ulmo in particular is always very fond of the Children and the things they come up with. He too may be hesitant to join in at first, but he's always down to do some voice acting or provide some tasteful background music. If he joins the group, he'll probably need the occasional explanation and reminder how things work on land and that his character might not be able to swim as well as he can (keep an eye on him especially if he plays a class that uses armor).

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aulë

If he isn't sold on the game immediately, he will be once you tell him that he can play a dwarf. Aside from storytelling, combat and roleplay, Aulë swiftly becomes fond of everyone's favorite shiny math rocks and is more than happy to make custom dice for everybody's characters, satisfying all their dice goblin needs. Important note for the DM: Aulë is an inventor and (in)famous for creating his dwarves in his workshop - do not let him play an artificer if you value your sanity.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Yavanna

Whether she's aware of tree hugger stereotype or not, she has absolutely no shame and will indulge her preferences by playing nature-based classes such druids or shamans and finds it cathartic to bring nature's wrath into battle in ways she can't in real life. Aside from indulging the occasional destructive or vengeful impulse, Yavanna may default to being the party mom, fiercely protective and supportive of everyone involved in and out of game.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vána

Vána loves the concept of the game and is eager to play. Once she learns the basics, she gets really into character and is excited to play with ideas that are very much unlike the flower girl persona people expect from her, always remaking and reinventing tropes and archetypes that catch her fancy. Like Manwë, you can expect her to never miss a game and be very passionate about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Oromë

Talking about and imagining slaying monsters instead of actually doing it isn't exactly to Oromë's liking, but he isn't opposed to indulging in a fun tale of adventure on cozy evenings at the campfire. After he's been sufficiently introduced to D&D culture, memes and inside jokes, he embarks on a personal side campaign to prove to everyone just how cool his personal brand of ranger can be.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Tulkas

Similar to his good friend Oromë, Tulkas isn't fond of activities that involve sitting still. His creativity and imagination isn't the best either, but at least he's always willing to play frontline and martial classes, which will come in handy especially in groups where most players have their sights on fancy casters and/or fun support builds. Tulkas is a fun guy to be around if you don't piss him off and so are his characters.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nessa

Like her brother and husband, Nessa also enjoys being active. If she decides to give the game a try, she's very expressive, gestures a lot and may act out small scenes if given the chance. As fun as this is during roleplay, sitting close to her during combat segments while she shows you how exactly she's smacking her enemies is not recommended, especially if she plays a monk.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Námo

Námo isn't known for his playfulness, however this doesn't mean he's opposed to engaging with the game. In fact, he quite enjoys slipping into a different role and mindset for a while - having to be the impartial judge and observer all the time can be tiring after all. Another aspect of D&D he may enjoy is, surprisingly enough, the element of randomness: His foresight allows him to know the future, but not every little detail, and a couple of dice rolls in a roleplaying game are probably not important prophecies Eru gave him. It may feel refreshing for Námo to be surprised.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Vairë

No matter how casual any given session is, Vairë arrives in full cosplay, really getting into character creation like Manwë does as well, though as usual she's more practical about it. Additionally, she keeps a cute notebook as a campaign journal in which she records all the fun little details and great moments the players experienced together. She also enjoys creating fan content for the campaign.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Irmo

Irmo has quite a vivid imagination and has always adored roleplaying, so he's immediately on board. It's by far his favorite part of the D&D experience, though he quickly finds that he enjoys combat and puzzle solving sequences as well. He's the one to initiate and drive a lot, if not most of the character interactions, helps advancing their character arcs and is just a joy to have at the table. Class-wise, he's definitely a bard player and will happily perform his songs and flirtatious lines in real life too.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Estë

It may come as a shock and surprise to the other players that Estë categorically refuses to be the party healer, at least on her first playthrough. Like Vána, she's eager to explore other roles through her characters. No matter what she decides to play, her character may strike up an in-game rivalry with Irmo's character to spice things up and both of them have way too much fun bickering.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Nienna

She most likely takes a back seat at first, letting others play the game, observing to learn the rules and quietly enjoying the stories they tell. Encouraged by her family, Nienna joins in eventually, provided she's currently in the right headspace for it (being the Lady of Grief, she sometimes feels mentally and emotionally exhausted, in which case she prefers to just sit there, relax and unwind by being in the presence of her loved ones). As a player, she enjoys roleplaying the most, but also does well with puzzles since she's a keen observer and listener.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Melkor

Well. Melkor is most certainly going to be that guy at the table. He likes to derail campaigns, especially if they're Manwë's, tests the limits of the rules (and everyone's patience) and wants kills and loot. Once he familiarizes himself with the game's mechanics, he exploits them and likes to powergame. The one concept Melkor has trouble grasping is that D&D isn't a game you play to "win". Simply put, he very much has fun, but isn't fun to play with for a lot of other players; however, if you want to play a meme or evil campaign, he's your guy.

Side note: If Melkor plays with his own friend group he may also chill out for once.

Side note 2: Don't let him DM unless, again, you want the kind of campaign he'll come up with.

Side note 3: Watch your shiny math rocks. Melkor likes shiny.

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[3mixs]

omg i wanna hear more abt ur kitten!jihyo + 2yeon + puppy!momo idea, its so good!!

aw yay, i’m glad someone asked about this! i was thinking that jeongyeon has had kitten!jihyo for a few years and the two are basically inseparable. i mean we���ve all seen how jeongyeon is obsessed with her pets in real life, so this would be no different. jeongyeon’s the best owner anyone could ever ask for- she’s caring, attentive, and playful. because jeongyeon is so great of an owner, jihyo is the most spoiled kitten ever. she has every toy she could possibly want, gets new clothes and collars whenever she wants, and most importantly is never denied cuddles. they’re both obsessed with each other. jeongyeon’s camera roll is basically just pictures and videos of jihyo pouting, jihyo playing, jihyo sleeping, etc; 

then along comes nayeon, who is a so fun and so pretty- jeongyeon falls for her instantly. they met through some friends on one of jeongyeon’s rare nights out. they exchange numbers and from there it’s history. the first few weeks after they met was filled with constant texting, calling, and facetimes. it drove jihyo insane. in the morning nayeon would call. in the afternoon nayeon would call. before bed nayeon would call. and suddenly that’s all jeongyeon was talking about too. “nayeon said this” “nayeon did that” “nayeon’s so funny” blah blah blah, it made jihyo burn with jealousy. she’d gone from being the center of jeongyeon’s attention to an after thought. 

it all came to a head when jeongyeon finally introduced jihyo and nayeon since they were her “two favorite girls.” nayeon was super eager to get to know jihyo but the feelings was not mutual. the kitten was cold and rude, it was a side of her jeongyeon had never seen. she always knew jihyo to be overly sweet and affectionate- sometimes a little grumpy and needy, but she never knew her to be mean. jeongyeon amounted the behavior to a little jealousy since jihyo had never had to share anything or anyone before, and she’d get over it pretty quickly. but jeongyeon had no idea just how long jihyo could hold a grudge. after about a month of failed attempts by 2yeon to get jihyo to soften up to nayeon, jeongyeon finally confronted jihyo for her behavior. nayeon was officially her girlfriend now and she couldn’t stand the way jihyo was treating her. they would get along whether jihyo liked it or not. 

for the first few months jihyo was better with nayeon and by that i mean she wasn’t a complete asshole. just occasional death glares and reminders that jeongyeon was hers. any time nayeon was over jihyo would make a show of sitting on jeong’s lap or getting snuggles from jeong, essentially marking her territory. but as more time went by and nayeon was over more frequently (usually coming over with a gift for jihyo) the tensions between them dissipated. jihyo still didn’t like sharing jeongyeon, but she was coming around to nayeon. jeongyeon was right you can buy jihyo’s love with toys and treats. the year after 2yeon had become an official couple, jeongyeon had asked nayeon to move in. she was there basically every day so it just made sense that she lived there too.

despite jihyo tolerating (liking) nayeon now, she hated the idea of her moving in. she could handle sharing her cuddle time with jeongyeon a few days a week, but she would not stand for it being every single day. jihyo protested as much as she could- scratching up nayeon’s stuff in between moving, whining and being grumpy in jeongyeon’s presence, and being an overall menace. but no matter how much she acted out, it didn’t change jeongyeon’s mind. this was going to be nayeon’s home too. the first few days of nayeon living there drove jihyo crazy. it felt like everywhere she went in her home, nayeon was there too. all of the space that was sacred to her and jeong was being infiltrated with nayeon’s presence. the bed, the couch, jihyo’s favorite chair on the balcony was all being taken over.

then when things couldn’t possibly get any worse, puppy!momo comes home. jihyo had been so angry with 2yeon she hadn’t even registered the full story of how they came to get the puppy. (there was a pop-up adoption at the market nayeon went to and instantly fell in love, she couldn’t go home without momo). all the kitten could see was a clumsy, energized puppy who took up entirely too much space. and worst of all, everything that was jihyo’s was now being shared with momo too; her toys, her clothes, her food, her owner(s). it was absolute treachery!

sorry this was sooo long ! this is the general idea i had for this au. i would love love LOVE any requests for this au - any scenarios y’all can think of or any further dissection/development of these relationships. literally anything pertaining to this so we can all develop the story together would be amazing!

[edensrose]

Curious, ( slight nsfw? )

[eri-pl]

\* except Eru and maybe Namo, to be precise

Sorry for making two polls with similar question, it stirs in my mind right now

[minarisplaything]

On the Dance Floor ft. NaMo

pairing: Nayeon x Male Reader x Momo rating: T to M-ish range wc: 1.5k warnings: infidelity prompt:

A night out with your girlfriend's "sister" and her friend takes an unexpected turn.

There were certain lines you didn't cross in life. Lines that, even if not legally wrong, were morally pretty fucking bad. And you were sure that sleeping with your girlfriend's older sister was one of them.

In your defense, you hadn't exactly planned on it happening. It was more the culmination of a series of events that had ultimately led you to this point. To crossing the one line you should have never crossed.

It started with your girlfriend Hwang Yeji going out on a world tour with her idol group. From the time it was announced you knew it would mean a lot of time apart from each other. In fact, because of the nature her job you hadn’t even been able to see her off at the airport. Initially you hadn’t thought anything of it. After all, there was facetime and other long-distance ways to stay in contact during the months that she would be gone. However, you soon realized that her absence would be much harder on you then you realized. It also didn’t help that you were operating in completely different timezones.

It was in this downtrodden state that you received a message from Nayeon. An invitation to join her and Momo for a night at the club. It was an invitation that she wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Oh come onnn, you’ve been moody and couped up inside ever since Yeji left,” Nayeon had whined over the phone.

“Hey, hey, I have not been moody. Plus, I go out still. I go to work, don’t I?”

Nayeon rolled her eyes in response to my answer. Something that I could usually hear in her voice but since we were video calling, I could see the expression for myself. Funny enough, it was through Nayeon and Momo that you had been able to meet Yeji. It had been something of a friend of a friend situation. And while you referred to them as Yeji’s older sisters they weren’t actually. It was just a clever way of referring to them as being in the same company as your girlfriend but having worked there longer.

“That’s not healthy,” Nayeon replied before adding, “Plus you’re going to make Momo sad. I already told her you were coming.”

“Why did you do that?!”

Nayeon merely giggled and shrugged in that mischievous way she did. “So, are you coming then?”

You weighed your options for a moment before finally sighing in defeat, “Alright, alright. I’ll come out with you guys.” You really did need a night out to socialize and unwind after all. If nothing else to take your mind off your longing. Besides, a drink or two wouldn’t hurt.

At least that was what you had thought.

As it would turn out one or two quickly became a few. And a few quickly became lost track of. It seemed you had underestimated just how moody – as Nayeon had put it – you had been lately and how much you desperately needed a night out. It helped that Nayeon and Momo were some of the best company you could go out with; together they were like an unstoppable duo that guaranteed a good time no matter what you were doing. In hindsight, though, it was a recipe for disaster.

“I don’t know how she dances like that,” you commented over the music. More to yourself than to the strawberry blonde sitting across from you.

Your eyes were currently locked on Momo as she danced to the music, seemingly in a zone all her own. Make no mistake about it, your girlfriend was also an extremely talented dancer. But something about the way Momo moved was just more mature, even sensual when she rocked her hips a certain way. It was mesmerizing. Well, that and you had reached the sort of mellowed out stage of night in your drinking. What you didn’t notice was that Nayeon had taken note and was already making plans of her own.

“Dance with me!” her voice snapped you from your trance.

Before you could even begin to protest her hand had grabbed yours and was dragging you to the dance floor, stumbling behind her but managing to hold your balance and not embarrass yourself.

“You know I’m not much of a dancer.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen the video!”

You could feel your face growing red at that answer. Knowing that the video of you dancing was out there on someone’s phone and was making the rounds – actually it was better not to think about it. Fortunately, as bad as that video was tonight you had Nayeon’s lead to follow. And while Momo was a dancing goddess, Nayeon was no slouch either.

What started as simply vibing with the music, slowly begin to escalate into something more intimate. A body roll here, taking your hand and placing on her hips there. What finally caused your blood pressure to rise was when her arms looped around your neck and she leaned in. So close that you could feel her hot breath against the skin neck. Was this still dancing?

“Nayeon…”

“Are you guys having all the fun without me?”

Momo’s voice at the shell of your ear caused you to snap out of it. However, while you didn’t know it yet, she wasn’t the savior you thought she was.

“We wouldn’t dream of it,” Nayeon replied, pulling back slightly.

At first you were grateful, you didn’t trust your ability to talk without fumbling your words. Had you been of sound mind you might've questioned what exactly having fun without her and Nayeon’s response implied. But truth be told, none of you were exactly acting responsibly.

You soon felt Momo press up against you from behind while Nayeon turned herself around, her back pressed into your chest. Nayeon’s arms reached back, her hands finding Momo’s body. Similarly, Momo’s hands moved around you, settling on Nayeon’s hips. You were effectively trapped and yet you couldn’t help but feel torn about whether that was a bad thing.

“Is this what it’s like to be the meat in a sandwich?”

You only realized that you had spoken your thoughts out loud when you heard laughter fall from the girl’s lips. A flush of embarrassment colored your checks, doing your best to look anywhere but at them.

“Is that your fantasy?” Nayeon teased.

In that moment she arched her back, pressing her ass right into your groin. To make matters worse, you couldn’t stop a moan from leaving your lips when she did. You didn’t want to admit it but between the close proximity, the alcohol, and the three of you dancing; you were undoubtedly horny.

“I think it’s more of a dream,” Momo piled on, her hands still gripping Nayeon’s waist.

“I don’t know what you two are talking about,” you insisted.

“Hmm, is that you’re final answer?” Nayeon asked, a teasing lint in her tone. “Are you sure you haven’t thought about it?”

As Nayeon dragged out her words she rotated her ass deliberately slow, practically torturous, against your crotch. You managed to bite down on your lip this time, subduing the pleasured moan to just a strong hum that was masked by the sound of the music. [Nayeon turns around and wraps arms around neck]

“You know I don’t think it’s fair that Yeji gets to keep you all to herself,” Nayeon pouted. “Siblings are supposed to share, right?”

You should have said something, disagreeing preferably, but instead your mind was just focused on the feeling of Momo’s hands running over your chest and Nayeon’s eyes staring at you. You had never noticed it before, but she had a piercing gaze. One that had seemed so innocent before, but now you weren’t so sure.

While you froze up, Nayeon took advantage of the silence; pushing up on her toes and pressing a kiss to your lips. At first you were stunned but soon you began to respond. It crossed your inebriated mind that Nayeon’s lips were softer than you had imagined. You felt Momo’s hands softly stroking your back but other than that your surroundings had become a blur. The music of the club became nothing but a distant thumping as Nayeon cupped your face and deepened the kiss.

Her tongue slipped inside your mouth, dancing with your own tentative at first before delving deeper. There should have been some part of you screaming at how wrong this was. Even stopped you from making a mistake you might regret. Instead, your hands were finding their way around her waist; finally caving to the temptation.

When Nayeon pulled back her cheeks were a rosy color, looking at you with a lustful gaze. You were sure you looked equally disheveled and lost at that moment, but you didn’t have much time to reflect on it. Momo’s hands briefly ran down your chest before Nayeon took your hand in hers.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, holding your gaze before she began to pull you towards the exit.

You didn’t fully know what awaited you for the rest of the night, but you knew you weren’t turning back now.

A/N: Not sure why I never got around to porting my Twice x Male Reader series over here. Probably laziness. Anyway I need some Nayeon and Momo content on my blog so here it is. It was short but hope you enjoyed! Also available on AO3 if you don't want to wait for me to post here. This was originally meant to contain a longer threesome scene at the time of posting but I got writers block. Re-reading it now and after Misamo I might have to re-visit it and give a part two...

[coldfanbou]

Sugar Babies

Namo fic is here! I really enjoyed this one. I had to stop at a few points because I got too horny so that slowed things down quite a bit. Anyway, here we are.

Length: 2.9K

Nayeon and Momo x Mreader

A knock at the door; you open it to find two of your daughter's classmates. "Hi, sir; we're here to work on the group project." 

"It’s nice to meet you, girls. What are your names?" 

"I'm Nayeon, and this is Momo." She says, motioning to the other girl. They both wore the school's uniform, which for this season consisted of a white button-up shirt, black tie, and a black skirt. You look them up and down and put their names to memory.

"Nayeon and Momo," you repeat, looking at each one as you say their name. "Here, I'll lead you to my daughter's room." You walk them through your home, going through long hallways. Nayeon and Momo look at all the rooms they pass, making shushed comments about the scale of the house. You were wealthy, and your home reflected that. You couldn't hear their comments as they talked about how nice everything was. You knock on the door as you reach your daughter's room. "Honey, your classmates are here to work on your project." 

The door opens a few moments later, as your daughter Chaeyoung opens the door. "Hi! Come in, come in!" She says excitedly. 

"It was nice meeting you, sir." They say, their eyes lingering on you momentarily before they enter Chaeyoung's room to work on their project. They work for some time before Chaeyoung steps out to get snacks. 

Now alone, Nayeon and Momo chatted, "Did you see how nice everything was?" The older of the two asked.

"This place is amazing!" 

A sly smile forms on Nayeon's face. "Do you think we could get her dad to buy us things? I mean, he's rich; just look at all the nice things Chaeyoung has. "Nayeon says, her arm outstretched as she motions to Chaeyoung's designer brand clothes and bags." 

"I don't know. Don't you think his wife might stop him from doing something like that?" Momo replies, her hand tracing something into Chaeyoung's bed sheets.

"I didn't see anything to show that he's married. Besides, didn't you notice the way he looked at us?" Nayeon pauses for a moment to adjust her skirt. "He looked at both our bodies; I'm sure we could get him to buy us some things." 

"I guess so; it would be nice to have some fancy clothes." Momo adjusts her bust, lifting and dropping her large breasts a few times. "Maybe if we wore tighter and shorter uniforms, we could seduce him." 

Nayeon's smile widens, revealing her bunny teeth. "That’s a great idea." The two giggle just as Chaeyoung comes back, unaware of the conversation. The rest of the day continued on with them working on the project until the sun started coming down. 

"I think that's as far as we're going to get," Momo says as she lays back on Chaeyoung's back. Chaeyoung nods her head. 

"My dad could take you home. He shouldn't be busy right now. I'll go ask him." Chaeyoung comes to you asking, and you agree. You wait in the car waiting for Nayeon and Momo. As they get in, you notice they've removed their ties, unbuttoned their shirts, and raised their skirts to reveal more of their legs. 

"Thank you for driving us home, sir," Nayeon says, leaning over so you can glance at her modest cleavage. 

"Yeah, thanks for driving us home," Momo repeats from the back seat. You drive them home quietly as they ask you questions. You occasionally answer them until Momo asks, "Um, sir, I noticed your wife wasn't around today. Does she work for the entire day?

"No…she's…not around." The car goes quiet as the women say nothing.

"I'm sorry for bringing her up." You can hear in the tiniest voice. 

"Don't worry about it." You say, trying to reassure Momo. You drop her off first and then drive to Nayeon's house. As you drop her off, she thanks you before leaving the car. She drops her bag and bends over to grab it. Having raised her skirt, when Nayeon bends over, you can see her panties. She quickly covers her behind and jogs inside. You drive home and fall asleep.

The pair came over to work on the project for the next few days. Their clothes become increasingly revealing, and they talk to you much more. Occasionally, they would touch you and mention how well-built you were. The compliments were welcome; you had always cared about your health. After they finished the project, they came around when Chaeyoung was away.

"Hi, mister," you hear Nayeon say sensually when you open the door. 

"Hello Nayeon, why are you here? The project is done, isn't it? And Chaeyoung isn't here either."

"Hey, I'm here too!" Momo whines as she pops out from behind Nayeon. 

"My questions stand." 

"We wanted to keep you company," Nayeon says with a satisfied smile. "We've noticed that you keep looking at us, and we thought that, maybe, you might be a little lonely." 

"I'm not so sure about that." You say, your hand slowly moving to close the door.

Momo steps up and presses herself against you. "You don't have to worry, sir. We won't tell anyone." Small nubs press against your chest as you realize Momo isn't wearing anything underneath her shirt, and her nipples are fully hardened. "Me and Nayeon just want to spend time with you." Momo's hand moves down your chest and reaches your crotch. "You must've been struggling. No one to take care of your needs for such a long time. Well, we can do that." 

"I really shouldn't," you respond, trying to resist. 

Nayeon grabs onto your other side, "We just want to make you feel good. You've treated us so well these past few times; let us take care of you." Her hand wanders down to your crotch. Now hard from their touch, and your mind is clouded from the small waves of pleasure given by the beautiful women before you, you give in.

"Fine, you can come in." The women stay attached to you as they lead you to your bedroom. Once there, they have you lie down on your bed.

"Let us give you a show," Nayeon says as she plays with her tie. "Should I still call you sir, or would you prefer something else? Daddy, maybe?" 

Momo gets beside you, whispering into your ear, "Daddy sounds pretty nice, doesn't it? We are around the same age as your daughter." She nibbles on your ear, "We'll make you feel good, Daddy."

"Daddy sounds good." 

"Alright, Daddy," Nayeon says with a smile. Nayeon struggles to slip off her tie and begins working on her buttons when Momo comes up behind her. You hadn't even noticed her leave your side.  

"Let me, Nayeon."  Momo, button by button, moves down. Once finished, her hands move back up to rub Nayeon's modest tits, causing her to moan. "Daddy, I bet you can't wait to touch these soft little titties." Momo pulls down Nayeon's shirt before going back to playing with her tits. Momo pinches Nayeon's light pink nipples; Nayeon turns her head and extends her tongue, asking for a kiss that the younger woman grants. Momo's hands wander down as her tongue plays with Nayeon's. She unzips Nayeon's skirt and lets it fall to the floor, revealing Nayeon's bare pussy. Nayeon's already wet as her juices glistened on her thighs.

"My turn Momo," Nayeon says. Momo releases the older woman from her grip and lets Nayeon strip her. The shirt is the first to go, revealing Momo's large mounds topped with small brown nipples. "Daddy, what do you think of Momo's titties? They're pretty, right? Just imagine your big hard cock between these soft and supple tits." Nayeon says while pulling on one of Momo's nipples. The younger woman moans as her body is teased. Nayeon unzips Momo's skirt and lets it fall as she turns the younger woman around. "Daddy, look at this big ass." Nayeon spreads Momo's cheeks apart, allowing you to see her small brown hole. Nayeon smiles as you glue your eyes on Momo's asshole. "Do you like Momo's nice big ass, Daddy? You can use it all you'd like." She says before spanking Momo. The younger woman moans at the strike, enjoying the slight punishment. Nayeon spins Momo around for you, letting you take in all of her body, from her ample chest to her thick thighs and shapely ass. "Who do you want first, Daddy?" Nayeon says as she uses her fingers to spread her lower lips. Momo follows her lead and does the same, showing you her pretty pink pussy. 

"Who do you want first, Daddy?" Momo repeats.

"I want both of you." You say without a second thought. 

"Naughty Daddy, we wanted to see who you wanted more," Momo says as she crawls onto the bed. Nayeon follows suit; each woman has a job as Momo rubs your crotch and Nayeon inches closer to your face.

"Daddy, I want a kiss. Can I have one?" Nayeon says as she presses her finger to her lip. You lean forward, and Nayeon presses her soft lips against yours. Her hands cup your cheeks as she kisses you repeatedly. While she does that, Momo begins to free your already hard cock.  When she pulls down your underwear, it springs free, slapping her face. She giggles and grabs your shaft.

"Your cock is so warm and hard, Daddy." She says as she slowly strokes it. Nayeon breaks her kiss and turns herself around to face your cock. Her pussy hovers over your face, her puffy lips wet and tempting you to eat her out at that moment.

"We'll take really good care of you, Daddy," Nayeon says as she licks the tip of your cock. Momo focuses on your shaft licking near the base. You groan in pleasure as you feel them begin to lap at your cock. Nayeon is the bolder of the two; as she takes the head into her mouth, her tongue swirls around it slowly as she gently suckles on it. You can't help but thrust your hips up at the profound pleasure. Nayeon playfully slaps your thigh, "Daddy! Calm down, and let us do our job."  The next thing you know, you feel something warm around your balls and a gentle sucking sensation. Momo had focused on your balls while Nayeon would get your cock. 

Your body jerks again, "I'm sorry, this just feels too good." You stare up and see Nayeon's glistening lips; a deep-seated hunger awakes as you stare at her pussy. Your hands run across her thighs, feeling the soft flesh. You grab Nayeon's ass and lean up, licking her honeypot. This causes her to moan as she continues to suckle on your cock.

"D-daddy! Mmm!" She moans as you take another lick along her slit. You let your tongue push past her entrance and explore her insides. Her knees buckle and shake as she struggles to stay in position. You both work toward the other's orgasm. You tease Nayeon's clit, flicking the small nub with your tongue. Nayeon's moans grow louder despite your cock in her mouth. "Momo, help me make Daddy cum." At Nayeon's request, Momo moves up and kisses the tip of your cock as Nayeon moves back slightly. They kiss with your cock in between them. Each one lapping at the tip like hungry beasts. 

"Fuck, I'm going to cum." 

"Cum for us, Daddy." They say in unison as you come over the edge. You buck your hips as you cum; it spurts out into the air and lands on their face. You continue lapping at Nayeon's pussy, sending her over the edge a second later. As she moans loudly, Momo cups her cheeks and kisses her. You can still hear the muffled moans and watch Nayeon's body spasm. Nayeon rolls onto her side, breathing heavily. 

Momo wipes her face clean, eating any cum she collects. "Daddy, which hole do you want?" She says, nearly singing the question. "I'll let you use whichever you want."

"I want to try your ass." Momo smiles upon hearing that. She bends over on the bed, her ass high in the air and face on the bed.

"Come on, Daddy, ruin my tight little ass." She says, shaking her ass for you. You watch it jiggle slightly as she sways her hips. You cum up behind Momo and slap her ass. She yelps in pain before laughing. "Come on, Daddy, do it!" You spread Momo's cheeks and look at her puckered asshole. Your cock, sufficiently covered in saliva and cum, presses against Momo's asshole. There's a lot of resistance at first as you push the head of your cock in. Momo grimaces as she feels your cock spread her apart. After the head is in you, feel as if you're being pulled in and slowly go deeper into Momo's ass. "Daddy, you're too big. You're not going to fit." She groans as you continue to stuff her asshole. It's incredibly tight. You moan louder and louder as you push further in. "Daddy, Daddy, oh god, Daddy!" Momo yells as you finally hit your hilt, fully buried in her. Momo's tongue wags in the air, and her eyes are half-lidded as she revels in the pleasure of being filled. "I feel so full, Daddy." She says as if half asleep. "I think I'm going to cum."

"You're so tight, Momo. This feels so good." You slowly pull out until the tip is in and then ram your cock back in.

"Oh fuck! Daddy…please." Momo's head crashes against the bed as she feels your thrusts begin to pick up the pace. Each thrust rearranges her insides as Momo lazily moans. You put all your strength into every thrust, and the clapping of your bodies fills the room as you continue to fuck the struggling Momo. You feel her ass tighten as Momo gets close to cumming. Her voice comes back to life as she does. "Daddy, I'm going to cum!"

"I'm going to cum too, Momo." 

"Cum in me, Daddy! Fill me with your cum!" You grab hold of Momo's arms and pull them; it raises her head and allows you to put more force into your thrusts. Momo's moans grow louder as she feels your cock push deeper. Your pace quickens before you embed your cock deep into Momo's ass. "Daddy!" She screams as your hot cum spills into her ass. Momo's nectar squirts onto the bed, wetting the covers. As you let go of Momo's arms, she collapses onto the bed. "Thank you, Daddy." She says in a quiet voice before her body gives out. 

Hands rub your chest as Nayeon kisses your neck. "You did such a good job, Daddy. Look at what you did to her." Pulling out, you see Momo's gaping asshole filled with your cum. It runs down her legs and onto the bed. Nayeon kisses you again. "It’s my turn, Daddy." Nayeon lays down on the bed with her legs spread out. Her hands are outstretched as she waits for you. You stare at the young woman longing for your cock. You rub against her puffy lips before pressing against her entrance. You hesitate for a moment. Nayeon stares at you, "do it, Daddy. Fuck me." A little overexcited, you immediately impale Nayeon with your cock. Nayeon gasps, her mouth wide open, but no sound comes out of her momentarily. She gulps before finally saying something, "Fuck me, Daddy."  You pull out and ram yourself back in. Letting yourself fall into Nayeon's embrace, she wraps her legs around your waist. Her pussy isn't as tight as Momo's ass, but it's just as welcoming as you pound her small body. "Oh god, Daddy! You're so big," she moans as you feel her stomach bulge from your cock burying itself so deeply in her.

"Kiss me, Daddy." She begs. You give in to her request and kiss her. She smiles as you give in to her. Her moans grow louder as she feels your cock begin to throb inside her. "Are you going to cum, Daddy? That's okay; give me all of your cum. If I get pregnant, I'll bear your children." She says. The thought of the young woman wanting to bear your children excites you, and your pace picks up. Nayeon's body shakes because of your speed, her small tits bouncing as you slam your body against hers. Nayeon wouldn't last much longer either, as her legs tightened around your waist. You bury your cock inside Nayeon with your last thrust and fill her womb with your cum. "Yes, Daddy! Fill my pussy!" She screams as she cums. You nearly collapse on top of Nayeon, but you have enough strength to pull out and watch your cum flow out of Nayeon's battered pussy. You roll onto your back and catch your breath. Momo slowly crawls up onto your other side. The two women each lay a hand on your chest.

"That was great, Daddy." They say before kissing your cheek.

After that, you would have sex with them near constantly, and they would spend a lot of time in your house. In exchange for sex, you'd buy them all they could ever want, clothes, bags, jewelry, everything. Even if they hadn't received what they were after, the sex had changed them. They loved it; the gifts were just the icing on the cake. They were your sugar babies now.

To disguise your escapades, they wouldn't let you cum on their faces. They did make exceptions every now and then, however. On Father's Day, they let you do it. Exclaiming, "Happy Father's Day, Daddy!" As you painted their faces.

[lamemaster]

Marred Music (Chapter 2)

Genre: Drama & angst (hurt no comfort)

Pairing: Fingolfin x Maia Reader

Summary: When he looked up, however, another pair of golden eyes met his own, your eyes. Bright, sharp, and unblinking, they regarded him with an intensity that made him freeze. Startled, he let out a squeal unbecoming of his dignity and very ungracefully tumbled from the tree.

AN: Second part and the last one

Chapter 1| Chapter 2

Reader POV

“The sons of Finwë are destined to perform valiant deeds in the days to come. Their fate is woven into the very melody of Arda. That fate does not rest with you,” Mandos declares, his voice a commanding force that pins you to the spot, unyielding and absolute.

What began as a simple errand to the Halls of Mandos has transformed into a reckoning of your own truth. How he came to know of your tryst with Nolofinwe remains a mystery. Was it your brother who discovered it? Your lord Manwe? Or was it the Vala’s foresight?

Before you can summon the courage to speak, the Vala continues: “Your beloved will wed another elleth. His fate, and the fate of his children, is sealed. There is little you can alter. Should you attempt to change it by force, the consequences will ripple through many lives in the days to come.”

The overwhelming power of the Vala’s presence weighs down upon you, and your response is meek, your voice trembling: “Would harm come to him in my presence?”

“No one may know what is to come,” Mandos replies, his tone measured yet unyielding. “Yet, blurred lines of fate point to a future apart from you. Something that won't be certain with your presence next to him. A future shrouded in dark is out of our hands,” He pauses, his next words cold and resolute, echoing through the desolate halls. “It is not your fate to be with the second eldest of Finwë.”

You lower your gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes. The rippling waves of the lake lap gently at your feet, their touch tender, almost reverent, as though the waters themselves mourn with you for what has been taken away.

“I understand,” you whisper, though your voice falters beneath the weight of the words. Fragile and hollow, they carry a sorrow that burrows deep into your soul, a void left by something Namo has stripped from you.

His decree must be obeyed, for it is for the betterment of Arda. Yet, the ache in your heart remains, an unrelenting pain that spills silently from your eyes, flowing like the waters at your feet.

Nolofinwe POV

Nolofinwe yearned for another meeting. He sought out every familiar nook and hidden haunt from the past, yet no matter where he ventured, he failed to catch a glimpse of you.

As a final resort, he turned to the kingdom of his uncle’s people. Perhaps there, among the branches of a great tree, you might be found tending to hatchlings in their parents’ absence, fulfilling your quiet duty.

Or so he had hoped.

But you were gone.

You, who once came at his first call, who crossed lands with such swiftness just to see him, now remained silent.

Had he erred? Had he hurt you in some way? Had someone else hurt you? 

Nolofinwe did not know.

Desperation drove him to seek Eonwe, the fair and noble herald of Manwe. Surely, Eonwe would provide him with answers, some clue to where you might be.

But even Eonwe was gone. The court of Manwe stood vacant of his presence. An absence so unprecedented, so unthinkable, that Nolofinwe was left stunned.

For the first time, he felt truly lost.

And then it came—the ache in his heart. It was unlike the debilitating sickness that afflicted other heartbroken elves. He did not crumble as his father had at the mere mention of Míriel. He did not waste away, nor lose his appetite, nor forget how to smile.

Yet, something lingered in his fea. A shadowed sorrow that remained hidden most days, only to surface at the edges of memory. It struck during feasts, at the sight of peaches, or when a song reminded him of you.

He thought of you every time he saw his elder brother. Birds stopping mid-flight would halt him in his path, their wings stirring a faint memory of you.

But after decades of waiting, Nolofinwe stopped. He stopped seeking. Stopped allowing your name to pass his lips. Stopped searching for Eonwe. Stopped loving you or so he told himself. And in the silence of that lie, he agreed to a marriage with Anaire.

He loved Anaire, he told himself. Truly, he did. Feanaro disagreed, of course, but Nolofinwe no longer sought his approval.

The Eldar wed in love, after all. His was a marriage of love, Nolofinwe insisted. A happy union that blessed him with his children.

Findekano, the most cheerful of toddlers. Turukano, the most responsible of young ones. Irsse, the wild and free-spirited daughter. And Arkano, the youngest and beloved of all.

He was happy. Nolofinwe truly was.

But just the sight of you unraveled him all over again. One fleeting glimpse, and he lost the strength to breathe. Perhaps it was partly due to the fatal wound Melkor had just dealt him but in truth, Nolofinwe no longer cared.

On the bloodied soil of Middle-earth, he saw you once more. A meeting so profound that only songs could hope to capture it. With your wings spread wide against the bleak sky, your descent carried a grace that made even the wind bow in reverence.

In that moment, he knew. He still loved you.

The ache he had buried for decades surged to the surface, and Nolofinwe—now Fingolfin, gasped, blood spilling from his lips.

“Do not move,” you whispered, your voice trembling with urgency. Your hands reached for him, drawing him into your arms with a gentleness so familiar, he barely felt the touch.

He struggled to form your name with his lips, but no sound emerged. His crushed throat refused him even this final plea.

Yet the words remained in his mind, pressing against yours in desperate thought.

“Forgive me. I love you still. I never stopped. I was wrong.”

In the trembling whispers of your healing chants, he catches the glimmer of your tears. Pearls that seem more noble than the Silmarils themselves.

“Let me take you back,” you murmur, your hand tenderly caressing his bloodied cheek. “Please, Nolo,” you beg, your lips trembling, the plea heavy with desperation.

With his broken body and a soul on the edge of departure, he hears the last of your prayers carried into the wind.

“You promised no hurt would come to him…” you whisper, a note of anguish bordering on madness, as you prepare to carry him to the camp, to his sons.

But his breaths falter, and his vision dims. He clings only to the final sight of your tear-streaked face, the anguish etched into every corner of your being.

In your arms, chieftain of the eagles, dies Nolofinwe, Fingolfin. The most noble of the line of Finwe.

Reader POV

You loved him in the blessed lands of Arda. You loved him from the distant shores of Middle-earth. Yet, that love had always been sweetly unfulfilled. From the glimpses you had stolen of his life, you saw your beloved at peace.

His adorable elflings bore so much of him. Their father’s steadfast heart and their gentle mother’s grace.

Namo had been right. Your absence had allowed Nolofinwe to flourish. And that knowledge, bittersweet as it was, had been enough to sustain you through the eternity of the Timeless Halls.

Your brother, however, had been different. Eonwe had protested your decision with a fervor you had never seen in him before. For the first time in his existence, he argued with your lord.

He had begged for you to remain in the Blessed Realm, his cries forlorn, his thoughts tangled in the pain of separation. But the years softened even Eonwe. Eventually, he found it easier to visit you in Middle-earth than to remain at odds with Manwë.

Those visits became your solace. Soaring together through the skies of Middle-earth, you found fleeting joy in the treasured moments shared with your brother.

And so you were content. Heeding Namo’s words, trusting the promise that your beloved’s joy would flourish without you, you found peace.

Until now.

Now, you held him in your arms, cradling what little remained of him. His broken body, fragile and bloodied, rested against you as your wings unfurled to shield him, as though they could still guard him from a fate long sealed.

“You were supposed to prosper,” you murmured, your voice trembling under the weight of your sorrow. “Namo said… next to her, you were supposed to live.”

Your words vanished into the void, unheard by the one who needed them most.

“What use was leaving?” you whispered bitterly, your tears falling unchecked. A sob escaped your lips, quiet yet suffused with anguish. “You absolute fool… How am I to exist after this sight?”

Bringing him to his sons became your labor, a task you bore with unyeilding sense of duty to him. Your pain was your repentance, for leaving him, for allowing him to endure such suffering, and for the heartbreak you could not undo.

To his eldest, the one who carried glimpses of his mother and so much of Nolofinwe’s spirit, you came bearing their father.

Years later, you heard that voice again. The voice of his bloodline accompanied by harp, calling out across time, summoning you. And you came. To Fingon for the rescue of Feanor’s eldest. 

Every time his descendants called, you answered. At every summon of his kin, you arrived, steadfast and unyielding. Yet, the weariness of time began to gnaw at your music, the weight of eternity dragging you down as you gave what little remained of yourself.

Yet, love failed to wither.

Because beyond time, beyond separation or union, beyond pain and pleasure- is where love lies. Far from where it can come to an end or fade away from existence.

[twig-tea]

10[ish] BL Boys People I Want Carnally

Tagged by @bengiyo who knows I am bad at short lists but also went over 10 on his own list, so everyone should just...not count as you scroll lol. Also warning that in the spirit of this tag game I am probably thirstier here than I've ever been on this site so if that isn't your jam, just scroll along!

BL characters who I absolutely Would, if given a chance (no homewrecking, we're playing by the rules of no-strings-no-relationship-just-getting-wrecked).

Mawin (Ingredients the Series)

Is it cheating to choose a character who basically is Jeff Satur? Maybe. But he's a musician with strong hands and emo hair and I am weak.

Dr. Jedi (Oxygen the Series)

I know we all blocked the doctor subplot from our minds. But this man was quiet, caring, and thirsting for years, he's got some pent-up aggression to get out and I volunteer as tribute. Also he's both extremely competent and a sad boi, two qualities I find very attractive. And that spiky hair is begging to be pulled.

Choi Yu Na (Semantic Error)

While the boys were running around being their messy selves, Yu Na was being a calm, competent, bisexual queen. The embodiment of "do I want to do her or be her", but in this case the answer is definitely both. Guh. I legitimately can't sentence when she's on the screen.

Gumpa (Not Me the series)

This show is of course filled with attractive men. But only one of them has built a found family and resistance group in his garage and was the only one who knew White wasn't Black, and look we've already established that competence is a kink of mine.

Namo (Not Me the series)

Ok but also Namo was smart enough to Not Get Involved, and she was artistic, and also gave off a kind of sad boi energy, and goddd her style in this. She wouldn't even need to do anything except let me worship her, I would do all the work.

Naruse Ryu (Ossan's Love: In the Sky)

Controversial but NGL one of the troubles I had with this AU S2 was that Naruse was so attractive I just wanted him to get laid and be happy. He's a competent, beautiful, confident, slightly bratty sad boi who isn't afraid to put you where he wants you; we could have fun.

YoonWon (The Eighth Sense)

This woman holds together the whole swim club, casually drinks everyone under the table, and gets her man, all while taking absolutely nothing seriously for most of the show. She can get me first.

Tua Phee (Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul)

Tall, brooding, competent, caring, sad boi....clearly I have a type. Plus, he literally disappears, guaranteeing no complications.

In (180 Degrees Longitude)

OK YES I SEE A THEME [Note: Wang could also get it but I don't know if I could match his energy. In, on the other hand, this man looks like he jackhammers until you're done and then stares at a wall].

Yamato Kumai (Restart Tadaima no Ato De)

Please, no wonder Mitsuomi saw him and immediately latched on like a limpet. He's just the right amount of listless that he'd be down for whatever, but not enough that he wouldn't get into it.

Maya (Laws of Attraction)

The choice between Rose and Maya was EXCRUCIATING but while both could step on me, Maya would also let me step on them and I am nothing if not verse. Also the tattoos! And again do I need to repeat: Musicians have strong fingers.

Sunny (Our Dating Sim)

Extremely queer-coded, quiet, competent, tall, sad boi energy, would definitely tell me what she wants and expect that I meet her standards.

Kim (Diary of Tootsies)

NGL I love Natty in this show but she got elbowed out of the way by this man. We know from the show he has game, and we've already established I'm here for verse behaviour. Let's all ignore that he also has floppy hair.

Jay (Discipline Z: Vampire)

This was a close call with Ji Han (tall, floppy dark hair, sad boi, competent, we all know the drill by now) but in my heart of hearts honesty, when I think of Jay in her giant boots and her hacking skills I drool a little.

Daisy (Secret Crush on You)

I admit I don't usually prefer the 'innocence ready to be moulded' as a thing, but Daisy walks that confident/lack of confidence line so well that I think once they were comfortable we'd have fun and they could use me for practice all they want. [This is one in particular where I would 100% be down for a threesome. These two would not let you feel like a third wheel!]

Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

This is the man who defies all my rules and in breaking them is extremely hot. He's unhinged. He's massively entitled. He's baby. He's exactly the type to get obsessed after a one night stand. He's not particularly effective. AND YET. When he runs on screen covered in blood, wearing bloody knuckles, with a massive dorky grin on his face? Everything in me said IN ME (at least he has floppy hair, I am still predictable in one way).

ALRIGHT I'M STOPPING THERE.

tagging @wen-kexing-apologist @sorry-bonebag; @sparklyeyedhimbo; @respectthepetty; @isaksbestpillow; @slayerkitty; @wanderlust-in-my-soul

[lordgrimwing]

okay, i know about all the aus in your post except the Art Therapy in Mandos one. can you pleeeease enlighten me? :>>>

Ok, it's very simple and here goes.

Art Therapy in Mandos

So, we all know how Feanor must constantly be working on projects and doing things or else he might actually die (exaggeration), right? Well, filling your mind with projects etc isn't great for having time to meditate upon your actions and heal from traumas in Mandos, but Namos can clearly see that the traditional 'meditate in silence and isolation' that works for most of the eldar is not going to cut it for firey Feanor.

Namo comes up with a new kind of healing method for Feanor that involves 12 crayons and one of those adult meditative coloring books. He gives these items to Feanor without explanation.

Feanor hated it so much. It's so dull and pointless to color everything in, but he has to be perfect and the best so he colored the first several books in shocking realism given the limited colors, staying exactly inside the lines. Every time he finishes, a maia comes and takes the book away and replaces it with another.

He doesn't understand the purpose of this ridiculous assignment, the maiar hardly speak to him, and Namo won't answer his shouted demands for answers. They just keep giving him fresh books and replenishing the crayons and the only explanation Feanor can come up with is that he somehow isn't completing the books the way the Vala wants him to.

'Namo is unreasonable' he seethes to himself as he creates yet another near exact replica of Lorien's gates. Never have any coloring books been competed with such exacting attention to detail and symmetry using only the waxy crayons given to children who have yet to earn the right for better tools. 'The Valar are unreasonable,' he spits as he recreates a swan boat with the lightest touches of yellow and orange and pink and white.

So it continues until one day Feanor has screamed himself nearly hoarse at the absent Vala. Why persist in playing this game when Namo makes it clear he will never accept his work and will always make him do it again, he wonders. He takes up the red crayon. It has no purpose here in this picture. He drags it across the page anyway, crossing over the lines with an out of place streak of red.

Somehow, through all of this, Feanor learns to let go of his perfectionism, accepts that his ability to create wonderful and miraculous things does not determine his worth, etc etc, healing and understanding, etc etc.

Eventually, Namo lets him out of Mandos :)

Ask me about fics that live rent-free in my head!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Answering all three of these asks by @latvian-spider in one post cus they reference the same one.

Referencing: MK's birth & later the Twins

Answer 1:

MK's birth worsens a pre-existing weather event. Macaque has minor wind powers (a ref to another Macaque character in JttW) in addition to his shadows. So when Macaque goes into labor, his latent powers of wind + shadow activate, creating a burst of magic to "protect" him that worsens the regular rain and wind outside. Think regular autumn rain turning into something like Florida. Luckily its more "annoying" than "deadly", but the force of the winds surge during contractions. The Megapolis weather station is confused af trying to control it.

Answer 2:

Connected to the answer above; SWK is heavily associated with earth and stone. Some theories even suggest that his stone egg was one of the stones used by Nuwa (creator of humanity) to patch the hole in the sky, and/or was spawned by the earth goddess Hou tu (considered an entity equal or even higher than the Jade Emperor). So when both SWK and Mac are having the twins, SWK's earth powers start acting up and creating similarly annoying earth tremors. Not fun.

Answer 3:

I absolutely adore this idea for Guanyin, especially since there is a chapter in JttW where she's not "looking her best" and it is hilarous. I feel like she flew into Megapolis via her own cloud, thinking it was just a normal earth storm like predicted - only to get tossed about by the magic high winds, and look royally messed up once she actually makes it inside the shop. Pigsy just staring as she slams the door behind her.

Guanyin: *panting, soaked with rain, hair tossed everywhere, makeup ruined, gifts she brought have been jumbled* Pigsy: "Uh... you ok there?" Guanyin, out of breath: "Where... baby... and parents?" Pigsy: "Through the kitchen, go up the two flights of stairs and through the door on your left." Guanyin, shuffling across the room: "Thank you, Chef Zhu." *walks up stairs* Tang, just recovered from fainting: "...that was Lady Guanyin." Pigsy: "Yup." Nezha, chilling downstairs with them: "She's here to bless the baby." Tang: "You think she'll stay for dinner or...?" Guanyin, calmly walks back down stairs sans gifts: "Baby and parents perfectly healthy. Nezha, your brothers say hello. Namo Amitabha." *braces herself and walks back out into the storm, gets carried off on her cloud like a plastic bag* Pigsy: "I ain't sayin' nothing..." Tang: "If we did, nobody would believe us." Nezha: "She has attended more..." *thinking of his own* "...interesting births." Sandy, from the stairs: "Hey guys! A nice lady just dropped off a bunch of gifts for the baby! You didn't let her go out in that storm did you?"

The gifts Guanyin brought included the traditional sheaths of rice (food blessing) and a vase of pure water (medicine and pain relief for parents and baby). She also smuggled in a bunch of gifts from other immortals who knew about "The Egg" - Lao Tzu sent welding googles in case the little guy had lazer eyes like his dad.

[hurlumerlu]

I'm still thinking of the Not Me survey, and art really occupates such an interesting place in the show because on the one hand I really believe you could remove it entirely: our protagonist, his love interest and the most important person in his life spend zero time on artistic considerations ; moreover the only major plot point linked to art is that Dan gets pulled into the story while painting, and the show needs a cop in its last act, but it could have gotten one differently.

On the other hand so much of the energy and atmosphere of this show is linked to art, and specifically political art, that I want to answer that no, actually, the show needs that theme. Not only that but the Dan/Yok storyline (and frankly Yok as a character) becomes so much weaker if you remove Yok's strong connection to and beliefs about art from the show. Like, you can still make it make sense, but it would be shakier and most options I can think of would require telling instead of showing. And then you have all the moments where the show uses art to give depths to a side character, like Namo and Eugene. If you remove those what's left of them?

So yeah, you could make Not Me without art as a main theme. But it would be such a different show, and I'm not sure what it could do to compensate for that loss.

[cilil]

Which of the Yandere!Valar would be worst for you to reject?

𝓐𝓝 ~ Hmm... interesting question! I've given this some thought and decided to list a few of them plus the reasons why (hoping I understood what you meant correctly, as in which Valar would have the worst reactions - if not feel free to send another ask X))

𝓣𝓦𝓼 ~ Yandere, possessive and obsessive behavior, hints at violent behavior, emotional and psychological manipulation, unhealthy and abusive relationships

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Melkor

Probably the most obvious answer. Melkor is particularly obsessive and possessive and doesn't take no for an answer, believing that no one has any right to deny He who arises in Might, the true King of Arda. His love can turn into hatred in a heartbeat, and he will do whatever it takes to claim you as his.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Varda

The Queen of Stars and Lady of Light is not only revered, but also feared for a reason. She's used to being adored by everyone and admired as the most beautiful being in Eä, so your rejection would be incomprehensible to her. How could you possibly deny her? And what most people don't know about Varda is that her wrath burns just as bright and hot as her stars, and she can be very vindictive.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Námo

Námo never forgets and has power over fate and death. What a grievous injustice you have committed by rejecting him... but he knows already it won't matter. Because in the end, once death claims you, your soul will fall into his grasp - for eternity if that's his verdict. Even if you aren't mortal, all it takes is a curse for death to eventually find you after all. You can't escape Námo, no matter how hard you try.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Irmo

To reject Irmo would already be quite a feat, as the Master of Desire has countless tricks up his sleeve to woo you. But even if you do, he too (much like his brother) won't let you escape. Irmo will invade your dreams, twisting them to suit his purposes, and slowly drive you insane with dreams, visions and illusions until you yearn for the sweet relief of his embrace.

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[overlord-of-fantasy]

Siblings...

Feanor: Met a dumbass today. Awful. Fingolfin: You looked in a mirror? Feanor: Someday you may have to answer for your actions and Namo may not be so merciful.

[furious-haste-of-malice]

Hi! I loved your Manwe x Namo story you wrote a while ago and was wondering if I could request another thing with them with Namo on the receiving end of the whump? Feel free to delete this if it's not something you want to do. Thanks!

All tied up in July

AN: Sure thing! I apologize for the delay, real life and other stuff kept me busy, but here you go - and I hope you don't me using this prompt for one of my series :) @tolkienpinupcalendar here's another (very late lol) submission!

⛓ Prompt: Immobilization | Manwë x Námo ⛓ Synopsis: Manwë has noticed that Námo has been avoiding him since their last encounter and decides to seek him out again ⛓ Warnings: Inappropriate use of lightning, non-consensual immobilization, forced masturbation ⛓ Short oneshot (~800 words)

"You have been avoiding me, Námo."

Námo turned swiftly to face his king, his veil  fluttering from the sudden movement, nearly exposing the lower half of his face. 

There was a sort of sternness in Manwë's voice that had him worried, one that usually wasn't present in his melodious, lilting tone. 

Yes. The truth was that Námo had been avoiding him ever since that night, ever since he had been punished — taken against his will. His fána had hurt for days after, though he had taken great care to conceal his injuries and wash away any traces of illicit coupling. 

It wasn't as if he could make use of it as evidence of a crime anyway. The Blessed One, Ilúvatar's favourite and dearest to him, was above being accused of such things. 

"Forgive me, my king. I sought to rectify my mistake by performing my duties to the best of my ability," Námo explained himself, bowing his head. 

Manwë frowned at him, his serene demeanour fading, and he knew then that he was going to be hurt again. The only question remaining was how badly. 

"You disappoint me, Námo. It is unbecoming of you to make flimsy excuses." Manwë took a few steps forward, and Námo forced his fána to stand still.

They were close now, too close, and he was able to be touched. And sure enough, a pair of taloned hands reached for him, yet before they made contact, small bolts of lightning danced between them, sizzling through the air. 

Námo wanted to gasp in pain, but found that he couldn't. His muscles refused to obey him. He was immobilised, helpless in his own fána, to be toyed with as his king pleased. 

Manwë watched him for a few moments, admiring his work and the faint twitching of muscles as his spell held the Fëantur in place, then pulled his veil aside and leaned in to kiss him. 

"We shall work on your lack of reciprocity another time," he whispered. "For now, you may simply receive." 

To Námo it felt almost merciful that he wasn't expected to kiss back. He wanted to withdraw, to move away, but each time he even thought of it another burst of lightning coursed through him, keeping him in this strange state of captivity. 

Shall I be defiled again? Or has he devised another method of punishment? he silently asked himself when Manwë decided he had his fill and moved behind him instead. 

"It was truly unfortunate that I had to punish you last time," he sighed wistfully, now removing Námo's hood and veil so he could nuzzle the smooth, dark hair hidden underneath. "But now I shall show you pleasure. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Námo knew no answer from him was required, nor did his opinion matter. His king had decided that he wanted him, wanted to do these things to him, and he could not refuse; to disobey the Elder King was to disobey the One, and his father had always been strict with him. 

Too easily were his robes parted, too casually slid a hand between his legs, finding treacherous flesh responding to the whizzing, buzzing currents holding his fána in an iron grip. 

"So you do enjoy submitting and being helpless," Manwë whispered, pushing his hair aside with his free hand and kissing his neck. "I shall take note of this." 

Mercilessly, the hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke. 

Resistance, even with his normally impeccable control over his own fána, was futile. Námo could only twitch and jerk weakly, trying to suppress any sort of pleasure he felt, though it was a battle he knew he was soon going to lose. Not even he was beyond the weakness of flesh when he chose to wear it. Not even he could force it to stop feeling. 

A tiny tremble in his legs, a jolt in his hips, a twitch in his cock, a faint whimper, that was all Manwë allowed. 

Námo felt sick. Even closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to witness his fána being defiled was difficult. And despite his best efforts to force down the rising pleasure, to disconnect and imagine himself elsewhere, he was helpless against Manwë's power and his hands on him, eventually forcing an orgasm out of him. 

The air smelled like a mixture of storm and sex.

When Manwë finally released him, Námo fell to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut, his limbs feeling exhausted and numb. 

"I know, I know. You are so very sensitive." 

The same hand now stroked his hair, leaving evidence of his defilement behind, white droplets between black strands. 

Námo was certain he would have thrown up if he had been in the habit of ingesting food. 

"But you will get used to it," Manwë continued, friendly as always. "I shall seek you again." 

"Y-yes, my king." Námo's entire fána shook too violently for him to even nod. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

[eri-pl]

How are orcs made?

(...also, a bit about Maeglin) Elaborate HC, long post.

TW: discusses breeding of orcs (no descriptive language etc, but implied sexual violence. Also, mentions / implications of torture, child abuse, and domestic violence. Probably something I forgot... generally: it's about orcs. Canon-Typical Level Of Disturbing

I was watching more lectures about Tolkien's later writings, and another discussion of orcs got me thinking: what if it's not one answer, but many? This would solve some problems, paradoxically.

So, I propose

1st gen orcs are indeed corrupted elves (or also men, both can work). The physical corruption (including the hroa being not fit for the fea, which in mundane terms, includes many neurological imbalances leading to mental issues) is partially hereditary.

It is there but it weakened with each generation.

They do have souls, of course, and their kids (orc+orc kids, orc+ elf kids, orc+human kids) have souls, because that's how having kids works. Souls aren't initially corrupted, because Melkor can't make it so, but the physical problems + traumatic upbringing (violence both from family and by a Dark Lord) make it hard for those souls to be good.

This makes them insubordinate and rebelious, but smart. (here we can have rebellious orcs)

However, if such kids are not "worked on" (ie additionally corrupted in the same way as orc-making process, they just need less amount of it), with a few generations they revert basically to Elves, physically and behaviorally. I'm sure it had happened many times in history, whenever the forces of evil lost control over some area and orc tribes were left unsupervised.

However, working on may be (and likely was) imposed on their culture, so that even without external supervision they would keep orkish for more generations than they would without it. Unless something disrupts the mechanism.

What life spans do they have? OK, that's a hard question. I would say that there is a threshold of corruption, and more corrupted elf-orcs have long but finite lives

What's with their souls? Mandos, some are locked indefinitely due to Namo not being able to fix them, as per Tolkien's notes. Some get better.

Also, as with normal elves, any human ancestry => the base type is human.

Maeglin (and also Eol). We know Eol was Thingol's family. I propose: one of his parents was someone close to Thingol, the other was a descentent of orcs, but at this point elvish enough for them to legit fall in love (yes, let's make it not-that-traumatic). still, there was probably violence in the family, and Eol had some genetic traits that made it harder for him to make good life choices. (Also, generational trauma of hiding from being recaptured => his isolationist tendencies)

But why do I focus on Maeglin?

Maeglin gets captured. He isn't tortured. He is simply informed what he is. What his ancestors were. What he can again become.

He is given a choice: share the location of Gondolin willingly, and get some instruction on how to better side and soothen your physiological issues, then go home. Or not share it and become as your ancestors were. And then you will share it anyway.

Still I don't consider him a good guy but in this scenario he's less guilty of all his BS (and so is Eol) and the location-of-Gondolin business is outright understandable (lack of estel, sure, but who doesn't lack it? even the Valar have issues here.). Also, after the betrayal he had a lot of time and he could and should at least run away from the city leaving a letter about what he did. They would evacuate.

Anyway back to orcs.

Another type of further-generation orcs: the soulless. I'm not sure whether some kind of magical cloning, or something more nasty, but the result is beast-like orcs. No soul, no free will. Stupid. Ape-like but there are some fixes to this:

Necromancy. When you have a functional, but soulless body, some unhoused spirits may want to make a deal with you. They work for you, they get to experience having a body again.

And some spirits are to weak to protest.

Still may be rebelious, but smart and probably more powerful. Possibly cannot reproduce?

Magic AI So when Tolkien wrote the Silm, an idea of "automaton" was something primitive and not talking, so he at times had a problem with "orcs are constructs but can talk". But. Today we know how much talking can be done without a soul.

So basically, there's a magic AI imbed in each orc, probably all from one template (or a couple templates), because dark lords aren't very creative.

Still not very smart orcs, also probably need more power expenditure to create than other types. May breed among themselves (and with souled creatures) resulting in more of them, but each young still needs the AI put in. Maybe the AI-inserting process can be automated with an artifact (loaded with an amount of power to last for some time) and the orcs may be taught to deal with their newborns themselves.

To sum up: This HC allows us to have all of

orcs have free will and can rebel

some orcs don't

being an orc is hereditary (mostly) and even without a Dark Lord, orkish tribes would remain active (for some time, but we can make it enough time for the plot to work, probably, it takes generations especially if they are taught to deal with their newborns to maintain their orkishness)

We keep to the idea that Melkor cannot make anyone hereditarily evil (Tolkien thought it important)

angsty part-orc Maeglin

evil, scary ghosts of FA elves put in orc bodies (not everyone would gogently into Mandos) (Maedhros. I mean mostly Maedhros) (but also Eol would be so ironic)

some orcs are more powerful than they look and are scary

enough of orcs seem mindless so that the good guys may (tragically) assume that they all are and are free to kill. (I need a fic in which they learn)

it is natural that after Sauron's defeat orcs would disappear, but slowly, not in one generation

It doesn't allow us to make the "killing orcs for sport" non-evil, but it allows us to make it a "they didn't know and had reasons to assume" kind of evil, ie doesn't make the protagonists of LotR evil. (just tragic but I can live with it)