#Elr Answered

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Merry-go-round

Look at this lovely commission I got from @sortumavaara.

So, let's give Glorestor another shot, shall we?

Words: 2k

Characters: Glorfindel, Erestor, Elrond

Warnings: sexual innuendo, slight nudity...

“Am I too late? I have it right here!” Glorfindel burst through the door of Lord Elrond’s study like a ray of pure sunlight, waving a piece of paper excitedly.

“Almost,” Elrond groaned and took the cliché without looking up from his paperwork. “Thank you for your collaboration, dear Glorfindel.”

Sniggering, Glorfindel absconded again—maybe, Elrond should have known then that something was very amiss, but he was too absorbed by the compilation of letters and mementos they were planning on sending to the Blessed Realm with some of the ships that were leaving from the Grey Havens shortly.

Thinking of the friends and family that might or might not live there in peace always took a considerable toll on his mind and mood—as there was no communication from the West, he could not know what fate had befallen those he had so desperately loved.

Were they still in the care of Námo or had they returned already? Did they remember and miss him?

With a deep sigh, he pushed aside the letters he was cataloguing and pinched the bridge of his nose. As so often, he wished he had Maglor’s talent with words when it came to flowery declarations.

What was he to say to his wife and his king? How was he to explain that—if all went well—he’d see them again before long? What words would even begin to express how much he missed them?

“Did his gleaming Highness remember?” Erestor—so unlike the previous counsellor to have graced this room—snuck in noiselessly and was only noticed when he spoke up, right beside his lord.

“Erestor,” Elrond cried out in surprise—he had been so lost in thought that the sudden appearance of his old friend had considerably startled him.

Thus, the finger with which he tapped the small paper rectangle was a little unsteady.

They had decided to include a collection of depictions of the inhabitants of Imladris in their missives in case there were people around who would gaze upon them in affection and longing.

Elrond himself had sat for a beautifully detailed portrait during long, torturous hours because the mere idea that his parents and foster fathers might yearn to see his face once more made his heart bleed with unspoken longing. It had been important to him to show them that he was alive and well and—this small act of vanity he allowed himself—he had taken great pains to look as handsome as he could.

“Oh, you are the perfect son,” Erestor had mumbled when Elrond had shown him the fruit of the blessed artist’s labour. “I am sure that they’ll all coo about how utterly splendid you are.”

“All?”

“You are beloved by all,” Erestor had smiled, “the scion of so many houses and—by far—the best of them.”

His own likeness was a tiny drop of white stone into which someone had carved his noble brow and imperious expression. What might have been understood as an manifestation of his humility was in truth a testament to Erestor’s prodigious impatience and often incomprehensible aversion to being looked at for too long a time.

“There is nobody who would remember me now,” he had whispered, barely managing to dissimulate the lingering hurt this knowledge caused him. “Why waste resources and time on a cameo that will probably be discarded as soon as it arrives.”

Even now, Elrond did not know what answer would have been more unwelcome to Erestor: that he was hopeful that his parents and family were alive and would rejoice in seeing his face or that, indeed, the curse of his blood had been contained for good and that he could start a new, unburdened life in Valinor when he arrived there.

The choked cry ringing like a bell through the narrow room tore him out of his renewed spell of distracted musing though.

“Indecent!” Erestor shrieked. “Elrond, have you seen the picture Glorfindel has submitted? Have you even looked at it?”

“I admit,” Elrond confessed guiltily, “that I have not yet had the time or the inclination to do so. Why? Do you object to it?”

Elrond himself had been relieved that the work of art was of reasonable dimensions—he had dreaded a canvas spanning the entire length of the room—and had thus, naïvely as he now had to accept, trusted that Glorfindel could hardly have contained any shenanigans in so small a frame.

Sputtering, Erestor waved the submission to and fro, making it absolutely impossible for Elrond to get a good look at it.

“Stop this and let me see,” he grouched and plucked it from his counsellor’s trembling fingers.

“Oh Eru,” Elrond exclaimed as soon as his eyes focused on the picture. True enough, it was a portrait of Glorfindel, but the setting and the shocking degree of nudity knocked both the breath and rational speech flat out of the dignified Lord of Imladris.

“What will my wife think? And Gil-Galad?”

At this, Erestor sniggered under his breath. “I would think that both are fiercely aware of Glorfindel’s…grotesque ideas. Moreover, I am certain that they’d be delighted to learn that you are provided both care and amusement in this forsaken land.”

Schooling his face into the forbidding mien of an annoyed tutor, Erestor took hold of the offending image once more and shoved it into his pocket carefully. “I shall deal with this. Don’t worry. I shall compile the album and make sure to put it somewhere inconspicuous—nobody will even really notice.”

The look Elrond gave him made it very clear that he was aware of how absurd that lie was—Glorfindel’s portrait would attract undue attention, and they both knew it. It would have been so even if he had been fully clothed and sitting on a chair, holding a scroll, as was the custom—Glorfindel was just too handsome and luminous to be easily overlooked.

“I shall see to it,” Erestor mumbled stubbornly and—patting his pocket—walked out of the room.

As soon as he had entered his own chambers, Erestor propped up the illicit picture against an unlit candle.

For a while, he paced around the room aimlessly to avoid letting his eyes drift back to it—it was just like Glorfindel to put everyone else into an impossible situation by submitting something so shockingly inappropriate.

How had he even found an artist willing to fashion such an obscene work of art? How much had he paid?

Giving in at last, Erestor snatched up the small rectangle of abhorrent debauchery and, bracing himself, gazed down on it.

As was to be expected, it depicted Glorfindel. Also foreseeable was the reference to Asfaloth, his noble and trusty steed. So far, so good.

Unfortunately, in a travesty surpassing even Erestor’s rich and varied vocabulary, the esteemed horse had been replaced by a garish statue of some kind which seemed to be neighing in frivolous delight.

The core of the problem which made the usually so dignified, nay even equanimous, librarian and counsellor blush with barely contained and only vaguely defined emotion, was the way Glorfindel had chosen to present himself.

“Where does one purchase such gaudy, meretricious, ostentatious apparel?” he grumbled as he stepped closer to the window to make out every lurid detail of Glorfindel’s get-up.

As far as he could make out, his fellow lord had gotten hold of a highly suspicious set of small clothes—seemingly fashioned from exquisite fabrics that looked so soft that Erestor could almost feel them beneath his fingertips—as well as some kind of stockings that rose higher than any Erestor had ever possessed himself.

In the privacy of his own chambers, he could freely admit that he resented the fact that his eyes were inexorably and helplessly drawn to the discreet frontier between the wispy fabric and Glorfindel’s creamy, flawless skin.

Furthermore, that golden-haired savage would not have been true to his reputation and genuine nature if he had not taken care to round off his look with a pair of ridiculously impractical but undeniably alluring heels.

Setting the picture down on the windowsill, Erestor began undoing his own stern hairdo with slightly trembling fingers while staring at the cloud of spun gold rippling down Glorfindel’s back and falling seductively over one almost invitingly cocked shoulder.

Unlike Erestor, Glorfindel had always known how to look his best in every situation. Disgustingly, enviably, impossibly so!

The smug, self-satisfied smile adorning that incontrovertibly gorgeous face made Erestor scowl in frustration—he had toiled so much and tried so hard to stay unaffected by Glorfindel’s charms, but this picture undid all his previous victories over the weakness of the flesh. He simply couldn’t pry his gaze off the curve of those strong thighs or ignore the allusive way the fabric insinuated and accentuated secret assets of Glorfindel’s body to which Erestor had given too much thought already during the darkest hours of the night.

It was not even that he was that naked, Erestor frantically tried to reason with himself. Realistically, the tight corsage covered most of his torso and the absence of actual leggings was almost compensated by the sheer length of those sinfully translucent stockings—nonetheless, it was the way the garments that were incontestably worn showcased and emphasised the luscious body underneath that drove Erestor to distraction.

When the light started failing and he seriously considered lighting a taper for the sole purpose of obsessing over Glorfindel’s portrait, Erestor realised how long he had held the picture in his cold fingers without so much as moving from his spot by the window.

Undoubtedly, he had missed the first course of dinner already and, anyway, he didn’t feel inclined to go down and look that shameless creature in the eye—secretly, the sober, dignified booklover was afraid his radiant colleague could simply read his mind and somehow divine just how easily his attention had been entirely captured by the revelation of a bit of skin.

Furtively, Erestor shoved the cliché into his pocket before walking over to his bed—surely, Elrond did not expect the finished album to be ready before the morrow and thus, he could ponder the infuriating matter of Glorfindel’s trespass a little longer.

He was almost successful in his attempt to convince himself that he’d manage to nullify the terrible, seductive draw the forbidden image had on his weak flesh and tottering mind by simply overthinking everything about it until an inevitable state of weariness and disgust would set in.

Indeed, that was what he would try to achieve. Lighting the candle on his bedside table and fluffing up his pillow, Erestor slipped out of his outer garments and into his bed to bend his mind to this monumental task.

“So, how did you like my portrait?” Glorfindel positively beamed at Elrond as he sauntered over in the middle of the meal.

“It was…unusual, to say the least,” Elrond replied diplomatically—the other counsellors had not seen the picture in question, and he’d rather not go into details in a space as open as the dining hall.

“What did you do with it? You didn’t destroy it, did you?” Big, wet eyes stared down at the Lord of Imladris who promptly wondered whether he had ever used that pleading expression on his parents or guardians inadvertently—it now seemed to him that it should be considered an armed assault and be subject to punishments of varying degrees of severity.

“No,” Elrond assuaged the visible distress of his exhibitionist friend. “Erestor has taken hold of it and shall paste it in an unobtrusive spot of the album.”

Letting his eyes roam over the heads in his quest for a new victim, Glorfindel had to realise with a jolt of genuine disappointment that the librarian was nowhere in attendance. “Where is he then?”

Elrond blinked slowly. “I know not. He took your outrageous picture and has retired to his chambers—I have not seen him since. Let’s hope that he has not been taken ill.”

As he caught the feline twitch of Glorfindel’s impressive frame, he held up an imperious hand. “If you intend to disturb Erestor’s privacy at this time of night,” he said warningly, “you better take up some dinner to ingratiate yourself to his potentially ill-humoured highness.”

“Splendid thinking,” Glorfindel cried, snatching an empty plate from under Elrond’s very nose, and dashing through the room at a mind-blowing speed.

So, I've chickened out of the spicier follow-up...thus far...

Let me hear what y'all think...

Lots of love from me!

[rysmaonthemic]

Shiguang dai li ren/Link Click thoughts

Spoiler season 2

I needed to take a deep breath after watching the last episode of season 2. Too many questions, too many theories: my head was and is at full speed. The whole season was hell of a ride, September 22th has to be a national holiday for Shuguang dai li ren fans 😭 (yes I’m a drama queen)

Establishing strict rules that should never be crossed otherwise terrible consequences would occur, the cliffhanger of saison 1 open the door to a large amount of questions. Thus, season 2 begins with a promise of trials and tribulations.

Through out the episodes we are the witness of massive ups and downs with a frenetic rhythm: it’s an absolute emotional roller coster for the viewers 😭. The unbearable tension reached its peak when we found out Lu guang is from the futur and he’s trying to change the past at all cost.

At the last minutes of episode 12 when we see the blood on his shirt, I don’t think it’s after being stab in S1 (he wouldn’t be so calm) it means it’s directly after Cheng Xiaoshi death in his real timeline ( bro didn’t even try to live 00.3s without CSX😭)

Despite of everything LG taught us, he broke the rules. We were aware of the rules through LG statement but now that we know he is an unreliable character maybe those rules aren’t completely true? For example the 12 hours rules (if so why would he lie to CSX?)

LG was also a time traveler: since when did he has the power?

He either had it before the new timeline - I don’t think so- or he gain it when CSX die in his arms. (Which imply futur-LG no longer has CSX power in the new time line). I think it’s the second solution.

We see LG going back to the past, is it the only time he did so? If not, how many time did he uses it?

To my mind he only used it one time. The way he feels guilty when he did it shows that it’s not something he is used to do.

What’s in the picture ?

I think he went back in time either at his first encounter with CSX or at the overseas trip : either way the LG we have known since S1 has to be LG from the futur.

We will learn more this overseas trip in s3 for sure (as well as CSX and LG past, I imagine a lot of flash back in s3)

Qiao Ling acquired Li Tianxi’s ability then how is she gonna use it ?How would she confront LG about it?

I think she would be chocked with a lot of empathy and understanding toward LG. She might combine her ability with LG in order to prevent CSX death…

Liu Xiao is clearly a new threat alongside Li Tianchen : Does he has power too? Is he kind of a time line agent or something ?😩 Will he combine his supposed power with Li Tianchen ? Now that he lost his sister and left his phone on the bench I think he has nothing to lose.

Moreover, how will CSX react to his non-death news ?

I feel like LG wouldn’t admit his act directly to CSX and CSX is going to found out through someone else. Will he be :

- Furious at LG (he prevent him from saving the village whereas CSX was deeply affected by it)

- Enraged at LG but accept his destiny

- Mad at LG but try to help LG to save himself

Whatever the answer above, I think CSX will be extremely angry at LG and his impulsivity might put him even more in danger.

LG is clearly willing to do everything and anything for CSX’s sake. However, all the event in S2 (twins etc + him being stab) is unknown to him bc it didn’t happen in his original time line. Lu Guang said something like “event seems to be changing ”

What if, at the very end, he goes back (one last time) to a past where he didn’t even meet CSX? If saving him means to never met him in the first place I think he would.

(Without LG in CSX’s life everything we saw wouldn’t happen ..?) (it’s super sad tho💀)

Whatever the end of it, LG might sacrifice himself for the life of CSX.

All in all, Lu guang is gay, we must protect CSX, QL is an adorable bad ass and we’re all going to suffer.

One last straw: LG keeps the date of CSX death as his phone password the same way Edouard Elric kept the date of his mother death on his watch. They both keep it as a reminder of their goal and the lost of their love ones 😃🔫

PS: I need to watch S1 again as well as S2

[elrhiarhodan]

ask game! pairing: bobadinluke (mwahahahaha) prompt: strangers in the night (song by frank sinatra or just those words, whatever works for you) wheeeeeeeeee!

A tribute to you, my dearest Dark, for your own amazing BobaDinLuke fic! It's not completely on point with the prompt, but it's where my brain went.

In another life, another universe, another time, Luke wouldn’t have dreamed of hooking up with a Mandalorian and his riduur, especially not the Mand’alor and his consort, because he’s a Jedi and the only relationships he could have would be the most casual, meaningless, unattached. But in this universe, where he’s the only Jedi (and barely one at that), those rules are flexible - especially when he’s the fertile one in this odd little Force-blessed tryad.

"Return to bed, cyar’ika", Boba murmurs and holds out his hand, "I’ve got that oil you like, the one that warms and cools, to ease the cramping in your lower back."

[kilibaggins]

Elres + 77? :)

Thank you so much! Feel free to send more if you want to!

77.) Who would cheer them up after a long day?

Atticus would be the one to cheer Elres up after a long day. The two are dating, so usually they are the only two people who cheer each other up when it's been a long day/hard day. They both have difficult jobs, Elres is an Angel, and Atticus is a Demon, so their jobs can be very hard and draining at times.

So, when Elres has a long day he'll go home to Atticus and Atticus will try to make him feel better :)

Ask me questions about My OC's!

[transvavsquad]

Murder mystery au huh

welllll no,

[akkivee]

you know what maybe its because of the writers of teh song like composers and erangers

thats why first drb is more feral then the second?

otherwise i have no idea as death respect is the most feral battel song yet

could be!! idk how much direction/oversight evil line records wields over the artists they choose, but i do think they choose them based on a particular sound they’ve put out before and want that for their characters. but that would also mean elr specifically chose those artists for that sound so they did intend for the first drb to rock harder than the second just in general lol

[calangkoh]

Hello, I need to ask if you are okay with people shipping Ed and Al or r*yed. Everytime I find a cool 03 blog they always are a proshipper or are "neutral" to those kinds of things :(

normally id say "oh this is bait" but i think its a fair question for people to know before following due to triggers and everyone is entitled to their own opinions and if someone feels like their morals dont align with mine, that's fair.

me, i genuinely dont care what other people on the internet ship or dont ship. if i dont like the ship, i dont let it into my internet experience and ill block things and move on if it bothers me. my opinion on different shipping debates has changed over the years, so if you look back far enough im sure you'll find some contradictory info, but i don't like r*yed or elr*cest and i dont interact with it. if other people ship it that's their thing and not mine. but i like to just mind my own business. im here for a good, carefree time. fandom shipping discourse for a fandom i only dip my toes in is the lowest of my priority list.

these ships and ships like it have existed since the dawn of the internet. you're not gonna stop anyone. whether you think they're doing real harm or not (and i lean both ways on this debate depending on the context and arguments...i think fiction vs reality is just a divisive topic with no clear cut, one-size-fits-all answer), it's not something you can really control. its something i decide to just be like "oh internet you crazy son of a bitch.....anyway...." and move on. to me, that's the mature response.

i dont wanna open up a debate about this, but it's totally fair if this means you need to unfollow me. tbh, if this is something you disagree with, we wouldnt get along anyway, and that's okay. i wish you well and a safe and fun experience for you.

[yazthebookish]

Since I'm in the mood to write I thought I'll take the opportunity to debunk the floating titanic door theory known as the "Lightsinger Theory"

If you're trying to guess what I mean by the "floating titanic door" in case you haven't watched the film, just Google it. That's an accurate example.

I'm gonna have fun pointing out the flaws in this theory because oh boy there are plenty.

But first, let's imagine that the next book is an Azriel/Elain book with Gwyn featured in it as a Lightsinger. To quickly refresh your memory, Lightsingers are evil beings that live in the Bog.

• When an author creates an obstacle or a conflict for a character, it is done to have something to drive the plot and to add to the character's development. Since each ACOTAR book is a standalone, that personal obstacle/conflict will have to be resolved by the end of the book (as we have seen with Nesta). In this case, if Gwyn is a Lightsinger and her powers are the obstacle here, then this is considered self-conflict and it will have to be resolved by the end of the book.

When you think about a possible plotline dealing with a character you have to ask yourself these questions:

• If the purpose of the bonus chapter is to set up Gwyn's arc as a Lightsinger in the next book—and being a Lightsinger will be Gwyn's self-conflict, how does that serve the plot of a book centered around a couple (Azriel and Elain)?

You had Nesta and Cassian deal with an external character's conflict (Feysand baby) and most of us can agree how much it took from their own story. However, that conflict does have an immediate impact on the main couple, it wasn't personal, and it's resolution was important to both of them (especially Nesta) because it had consequences on everyone if it was not resolved.

Gwyn being a Lightsinger does... not? We could argue for Azriel it would likely have an impact but not on Elain who did not even meet or has any sort of relationship with Gwyn. The resolution of Gwyn being a Lightsinger does not impact or benefit Elain because it's Gwyn's personal conflict and part of her arc. Azriel, yes, since he has formed a bond with her and the Valkyries by the end of ACOSF. That's basically having another female character take away the attention from the main character and have the MC's love interest deal with another character's self-conflict.

If Gwyn's purpose in the bonus chapter is to hint at her Lightsinger powers because it'll be part of the next book, then Gwyn is not just a side character because one of the plotlines of the next book will have to deal with her own conflict and resolve it since it was set up. This sort of conflict requires her POV.

But if people will argue Gwyn is just a redherring, or she is in the bonus chapter to give us a hint about her powers but she would still be a side character because Sarah wants to distract everyone from Elr*el, and it won't be relevant in the next book but maybe the future books.

Story-telling wise? That doesn't make sense and it's a very weak statement because why waste page time on something that won't be dealt with in the next book?

• Another question is, how do we connect Gwyn's powers to Lightsingers? Where did Sarah hint at it? What is Gwyn's background?

When we met Gwyn and saw that she glows when she sings, it is something that we took note of because we haven't met a High Fae that glows aside from Feyre and Helion. We see her glow for the first time on page 153, we got our answer to that on page 316 when we find out her heritage.

Gwyn is 1/4 River Nymph. River Nymphs are considered lesser Fae. We have seen that in this world there are lesser Fae that glow.

High Fae and various lesser faeries I’d never encountered and didn’t know the names of wandered the streets. It was the latter that I noticed more than the others: some long-limbed, hairless, and glowing as if an inner moon dwelled beneath their night-dark skin[...]

This is where the readers make the connection between Gwyn's glow and large eyes to her quarter nymph bloodline. Also in mythology, nymphs and sirens are often associated with singing so it comes at no surprise she would glow while she sings.

Another argument is Nesta's powers sensing and reacting to Gwyn's powers. Until now, we have not seen Gwyn showcase any powers. When that power was sensed it was described as crackling energy. We could tie that to her Autumn Court bloodline since Beron's powers we described as crackling. She might as well have fire powers like the Autumn Court High Fae. Didn't she also sense an ornery energy around Merrill?

The language used for Gwyn's singing is often through Nesta's POV. Of course a lover of music like Nesta would be poetic when she hears a beautiful singing. It's a natural reaction to be drawn to someone's beautiful singing. Throughout the book we have seen Nesta love and appreciate music and singing.

It is said that Gwyn is the one that triggered Nesta's vision of the harp without taking into consideration that:

- Before the service, Gwyn tells Nesta they dug out lyrics under Level Seven and the lyrics are so ancient they predate the written word. Notice how we are told this before the service/vision scene?

- Nesta said even deep into her misery, she frequented pleasure halls and taverns because she loved the music so much.

- When Gwyn and the priestesses begin to sing, there is no menacing language, it's Nesta's poetic descriptions of the music and the singing she is luxuriating in. Gwyn's voice is the most beautiful among them and of course she will appreciate her friend's singing.

- “The music took form behind Nesta's eyes as the priestesses sang lyrics in languages so old, no one voiced them anymore. She saw what the song spoke of: [...]” the text reminds us that the song that pulled Nesta to that vision are the ancient lyrics the priestesses are singing. We are told twice that the priestesses will be singing ancient lyrics that were found under Level 7.

Also, one ridiculous point I once read was that Gwyn's Lightsinger powers is hinted in the glowing charms of the bracelets. I definitely would call it ridiculous since it taints the beautiful symbolism behind the friendship bracelets, and people choose to forget the charms were glowing when Nesta held them to her to make a wish. It wasn't Gwyn's doing. It was Nesta's powers.

• What connection do Lightsingers have to the Cauldron-made items of the Dread Trove?

“There are lightsingers: lovely, ethereal beings who will lure you, appearing as friendly faces when you are lost. Only when you’re in their arms will you see their true faces, and they aren’t fair at all. The horror of it is the last thing you see before they drown you in the bog. But they kill for sport, not food.”

“The Middle is full of primal magic. It has its own rules and laws. Hunt the kelpies or lightsingers without provocation and you might find yourself trapped here.”

First, the Lightsingers were mentioned only twice in one chapter and were never brought up again. The context of it was because Nesta, Cassian, and Azriel were leaving to the Bog to find the Mask. The only reason they were ever brought up was because they are evil creatures that dwell in the Bog.

Where does the "Lightsingers can trigger vision lw of the trove" "they can manipulate and lure others" "plant images in someone's head" "they can manipulate the shadows" comes from?

- If Gwyn's "Lightsinger" powers can trigger a vision related to the Dread Trove, doesn't that mean her powers can be used to find the Fourth Trove?

- The only way Lightsingers lure their victim is by showing up to them as friendly faces until their victims are within arm's reach and then they show their true horrific faces.

- I think if Lightsingers can plant an image in someone's head, that can make their job easier for them no? They wouldn't need to transform into a friendly face, they can lure their victims by planting images.

- Azriel's shadows can sense and hear things others can't. They can sense the Cauldron'a singing they cringed from it. They can sense Koschei's powers that they even hid behind Azriel's wings. What makes Lightsingers ability to deceive his shadows more powerful than the damn Cauldron and a Death God?

• Gwyn's Lightsinger powers affected both Nesta and Azriel!

- I've already spoke about Nesta above but I'd also like to add that Nesta had joined Gwyn and the priestesses every evening to sing in the services. If Gwyn's singing triggers dread trove visions, Nesta would've had about hundreds of dread trove visions by the end of ACOSF.

- "Azriel found himself in the library at 7 o'clock in the evening" jokes on you he also found himself downstairs before Elain showed up earlier and 7 is a holy number in Judaism.

- "She put something in Azriel" Azriel feeling settled by the end of his scene with Gwyn was because he wanted to let out the rage in the ring. Since he did not, one conversation with Gwyn settled down that rage and his shadows have calmed down and were content to just watch her. He left the ring without needing to let out that rage because he calmed down.

- "The shadows sang and danced, she is definitely influencing them" the fact that Sarah called the mating bond the music between souls and the song of the soul is a strong evidence, because one of the shadows danced with her breath as if it heard some silent music (she wasn't even singing, what could it be??) and they sang back to the distant beautiful singing. The spark in the chest is a good hint as well. I've already highlighted before about the similar mates language/musical language here.

- "She made him give her the necklace and put her image in his head" Gwyn had no clue about the necklace, she never leaves the library it's not like she followed him when he went shopping. If Gwyn was affecting Azriel in any way, that would have been shown earlier because he was already giving her private dagger-handling lessons before Solstice. Of course, the whole Gwyn planting her image in Azriel's head is ridiculous because he was aware and conscious of his thoughts: “But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. A thing of secret, lovely beauty.”

- “But for whatever reason, he could see it! She forced the image into his head” no shit... didn't that image come up when Clotho thanked him for the joy it will bring to Gwyn? We might as well say Clotho planted that image. He is the one that kept picturing her joy, you know? mates thing and all. While it's true that the mates theory is only theory, but it has canon backing based on the mates language Sarah often uses.

• So, Gwyn can't be a Lightsinger AT ALL?

Based on current canon info, I don't believe she is. In the future? I can't say for sure since I'm not the author. I don't think even if she was that it's going to be about changing the belief that they're all not evil because Gwyn is only 1/4 River nymph if people assume that's where her Lightsinger lineage comes from. It won't have an impact on Lightsingers' reputation since she is 3/4 High Fae.

It is interesting that Sarah created beings that are the opposite of Shadowsingers. There is no way no one made the immediate connection between Lightsingers/Shadowsingers, but of course Lightsingers are more sinister. I do see people liking the Lightsinger/Shadowsinger dynamic because they compliment each other.

If it's something that will be dealt with, it's going to be part of Gwyn's arc and requires her POV. I doubt if it happened it will play out the way some people are claiming Gwyn is already luring others or others are manipulating her. If that was the case, that's going to devastating for her since she will doubt every friendship and bond she had formed especially with Nesta and Emerie.

To conclude my debunk of titanic's floating door, there are many flaws in this theory and it's obvious that certain canon scenes are twisted to backup fanon facts and theories.

[bookofmirth]

It is 100% true that until acowar came out, most of the fans were mor*el shippers and didn't even consider elr*el. However, after rereading the whole series I noticed there were elr*el hints since acomaf (eluc*en hints too of course, but no one is denying those). I'm open to both ships honestly, because both have buildup since book2.

In acomaf chapter 49 Feyre tells Mor that Elain would probably cling to Azriel for some peace and quiet, and she also notices how handsome they'd be together as a couple. (There have been some subtles reactions when Elain and Az interacted but they're up to free interpretation so I'm not counting those.)

Then in chapter 65 Elain is made and Lucien tells her she's his mate.

So, each ship had only one scene in book2 where it was textually implied that they might be together.

Damn, I wish I could read Sarah's mind and know who's gonna be endgame, because trying to keep up with two ships when their fans are at war is hard, and I'm very neutral when it comes to ships because I like the "I win either way" mentality, but this is killing me.

Have a nice weekend :)

But that was kinda my point - it isn’t until going back to look for specific things that indicate a certain ship that people noticed e*riel. People had that “evidence” for seven months but didn’t take it as a hint for that ship. It wasn’t until people decided to hate Mor and tear down Moriel that they thought - hey, who else is a single lady who has been in the same room as Azriel?

This kinda ties into people looking for foreshadowing - there could be evidence for things that we don’t notice until we have more information because we don’t know what we’re looking for. Then, upon rereading after getting new canon material, people say “oh I didn’t see that before”. But with e*riel that isn’t what happened. I know so many people who are surprised it’s even a ship. They had no idea it was until joining the fandom. That tells me something! Clinging to someone for peace and quiet is something friends can do. You bet your ass I dm lots of people in this fandom for the exact same reason 😂 And I think that’s exactly the dynamic we’ve seen.

Right now, to me, that ship exists on a hope and a prayer. It honestly always has. I get it on an intellectual level, on an aesthetic level, but not in terms of 1) who they are as people and 2) the supposed “evidence” that people keep using.

I have lost my entire point because I’m answering this on my phone and it’s sunny and I have a beer and it’s wonderful outside!!!

I’m considering having a solid week (or more) in which I talk only about nessian because I really feel like they’ve gotten the short end of the fandom stick 😅

[elrhiarhodan]

Top 5 Star Wars side ( = not major) characters? Happy holidays ^^

Thank you for asking!!!!!!!!!! And happiest of hols to you, too!

Rael Averross (Dooku's first padawan) - Not in any of the video media, a standout character in the book "Master & Apprentice". My headcanon for Rael is:

Mace Windu - Is Mace a side character? That is debatable. From this picture, Mace respectfully disagrees.

Quinlan Vos - Give this man his own series, please!

Plo Koon - Not the oldest, not the most powerful, but the kindest Jedi on the Council. He loved his clones like they were his children.

Jocasta Nu - Everyone knows that librarians are the true guardians of freedom and truth in the universe.

[gayroytheory]

i don't need to watch this i already know the answers:

edwin: you are tender and love bffs to lovers OR are straight and dont know gay people exist

edling: you're a fun person and love when dumbasses are in cahoots. you love friends to lovers as well

winpan: you are a lesbian and/or you have eyes

win/pan/fan or any combination of the 3: you're a lesbian desperate for content but you are also imaginative and correct!

lingfan: you're straight and BORING AS HELL

almei: you're straight and GROSS

royai: you are a repressed homosexual OR you are the most annoying straight person alive

hyuroi: you are a repressed homosexual and you love friends to lovers but not as much as you love being sad

jeanroy: you have been diagnosed with huge brain disorder

rizabecca: you are a sweet and probably normie lesbian but thats a good thing

olivieriza: you would be a royai but you have standards

olivier/izumi: you understand power couples and are therefore powerful

QUARANTINE ZONE START

r*yed: you belong in jail

elr*c*st: you belong in jail

QUARANTINE ZONE END

scarmiles: this is you

falbarry: you know the secret to life liberty and the pursuit of happiness but you are busy eating plain tortilla chips on your bed and cannot share this knowledge with the class

[jjengspring]

about me tag!

tagged by: @timextoxhajima​

rules: answer the questions and tag the people you want to get to know better!

tagging: @amajeekies @whatupsolo @cuppasunu

what do you prefer to be called name wise?

just ‘ri’ is good enough although i have too many nicknames from my irls or close friends online

when is your birthday?

december 15 (yes, in 15 days)

where do you live?

philippines uwu

four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

weves, elrings, deobis, atinys

how has the pandemic been treating you?

its fine since i really like staying at home but i really miss my friends tho

a song you can’t stop listening to right now?

sunwoo’s 100 degrees cover (i play the yt vid every morning like its a tradition)

recommend a movie?

The Half of It! (its a cute and wholesome coming-of-age film 🥺 it includes wlw tho so if you don’t prefer those kinds movies,,,)

how old are you?

18 turning 19 VERY soon

school, university, occupation, other?

university aka hell me thinks

do you prefer heat or cold?

cold!!

name one fact others may not know about you!

um i use to drink 5 bottles of coffee everyday during exam week 

are you shy?

at first, but when we become close i’ll probably just scream at you all day

pronouns?

she/her 

biggest pet peeves?

slow walkers, insensitive people, people who don’t understand the importance of mental health, normies, wrong grammar

what is your favorite dere type?

probably tsunderes

rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy, 10 being the best it could be

5 ish ??

what’s your main blog?

sunwoowuvbot

list your side blogs and what they’re used for

i dont have any other blogs

is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

when i say im SHY, i really mean it so it does take a while for me to open up especially if i already look up to that person who wants to be friends with me but there are times when i click with people instantly!!

[deepseasushi]

"Sometimes it's good to keep things in-agency, don't you think?" "Yeah but why do I always have to do all the work?"

[azurethevampire]

would you write an elrond from lotr fic with platonic reader? maybe she's his daughter or just someone living in the House? and she's bored but he's working so won't indulge her wishes to spend time with her. so she does something, perhaps like stealing some of his papers, which forces him to chase after her and, very uncharacteristically, tickle her to get the papers back??? and all reader can say is that at least she got to spend time with him!!! xx love your fics so much

Thank you!

Elrond x platonic!reader 

Words: 1795

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Bored.

That's what you were. Letting out a sigh, your finger traced the edges of a book on your lap as you wondered how what was supposed to be a wonderful day had turned to a day of utter boredom for you. The excitement you had felt at breakfast was gone like yesterday. 

You glanced at the elf seated at his desk, neck bent to look at the papers in front of him. You glared Elrond from under your eyebrows. Traitor!, you thought. 

It had been a while since lord Elrond of Rivendell had spent time with you. You understood that he had a valley full of elves to run and as the head of the House, he had a lot of business to attend to. Of course, you understood. But understanding didn't change the fact that you missed him. You missed spending time with the elf who had been like a father to you ever since he had found you, a small elfling alone in the wood, almost eleven years ago. You missed the attention he had given you when you were younger. You craved for it. 

So, when Elrond had told you at breakfast this morning that you'd spend the day with him, you had been over the moon with your excitement. The feeling had died when ‘spending the day’ turned out to be Elrond working and you left to your own devices. Sure, you were in the same room as him, but really, it wasn’t the same thing than to actually have the elf pay you attention other than tell you to “read a book or draw something” while he worked. 

Raising up from the chair you had been slouched down for the past hour, you stretched your aching limbs and made your way to Elrond’s desk. Determined to get the Half-elven to at least talk you, you opened your mouth to ask, “Elrond,-” 

“Whatever it is, it can wait a few more minutes, Y/N. Until I am finished with these”, Elrond cut you off, not even glancing up at you when he spoke the words. 

What was probably a full minute, you couldn’t do anything but stare at him, mouth left slightly open as your mind tried to process the fact that Elrond had just interrupted you. While it wasn’t the first time - him or someone else often having to stop you from saying something that would, without doubt, get you in trouble - it was the first time since you could recall that he didn’t let you speak, working or not working. 

You felt your blood rush to your ears as your irritation grew to anger. Narrowing your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest and glared at the male. Who still didn’t look up at you. In fact, it was as if you weren’t there, standing a few feet away from him in seething anger, at all. 

You watched as Elrond signed a paper and moved the signed piece to the pile of papers on his right, at the same time already reaching for a new paper from the pile on his left. You wished his pen would suddenly disappear so he could notice you too. 

Then, suddenly, an idea struck to you. 

 A foolish idea, you had no problem admitting that, but taking your current irritation towards Elrond, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. It would be worth it. You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as a mischievous spark thrilled up your body. 

Stepping to your side, you made quick work of snatching the pile of papers from Elrond’s left. He looked up at, eyebrows furrowed as if to ask you if you were being serious. You were. More serious than you had possibly ever been in your still relatively young life. 

“Y/N”, Elrond said, making your name sound like a reprimand in itself. “What do you think you are doing? Give those papers back to me and continue reading your book.” 

While speaking, the elf reached out his hand towards you for the papers but you took a step back and held them out of his reach. You shook your head. “I don’t want to read anymore.” 

Exasperation coming off of him in waves, Elrond pinched the bridge of his nose for a second muttering something under his breath that you didn’t quite catch. Then he reached out his hand again. “Give them back. Now, Y/N”, he ordered. 

Now, if the situation had been any else than now, you probably would have given up your fight against him when he used that tone of voice at you. However, you thought and willed yourself for the upcoming battle of words, today was not like the other times. 

“No”, you said and took a step then another back when Elrond - in quite a menacing way for someone who usually had such a gentle aura on them - stood from his seat and narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Y/N-”, Elrond began to warn you, but this time you interrupted him. 

“I said no, Elrond”, you said, a smile bordering on cheeky lightening your face. Waving the pile of papers in your hand you continued, “if you want these, come and get them!” With that last word you spun on your heels and took off from Elrond’s study. His holler of “Y/N!” could be heard after you before he took after you. 

You were laughing, enjoying the thrill of escape buzzing inside you as you flew through the corridors in the house, passing people who seemed to halt in shock when they saw who it was chasing after you. You could hardly blame them for usually it was either the twins or Arwen running after you for this or that. 

After a while, you hadn’t stopped but neither had Elrond if the angry yells of your name from behind were anything to judge by. Trying to push yourself even into a faster pace, you thought that you needed to find a place to hide soon, or the elf would catch you. 

Too late to hide, you found out not a second later as an arm suddenly sneaked around you, effectively stopping your momentum and making you stumble backwards. You shrieked and almost dropped the pile of papers still in your other hand. Your back collided with a solid chest and another arm made to take the papers from you while the other held you tightly against Elrond. 

Struggling against his hold, you reached out your hand as much as you could, trying to keep the papers out of his reach. “Enough, Y/N, you had your fill of amusement on my behalf, little one”, Elrond’s voice scolded next to your ear. 

“No, I - didn’t”, you stated, taking a breath between your words before moving your hand - and Elrond’s papers - out of his reach again. 

“Very well”, Elrond said, his voice suddenly eerily calculating, making shivers go up your spine. “You should do well to remember that you asked for this, then.” 

You frowned. Asked him for what? All you wanted was for him to spend some time with you. You got your answer as suddenly, fingers dug to your sides making you immediately try to squirm away as giggles bubbled up from deep inside you. 

“No! Elr-HOO- ond! STHOOP!” You laughed and without even realising, your hold of the papers loosened making the sheets scatter on the floor. With both of your hands now free, you tried to pry away from the merciless fingers that now went up and down both your sides. 

You laughed so much that you felt water in your eyes. At first, you didn’t even notice he had ended his torture, his hands now resting on your sides to steady you. “Have you learnt not to steal from me again, hm?” 

“Maybe”, you said, grinning, “maybe not.” 

“AAH! Noo, pleeease!” you begged as a new fit of giggles and laughter overcame you when Elrond began to tickle you again. This time, the elf had changed tactics as his hand went up and down your arms and sides all the way up to your neck and under your chin. You tried your very best to wriggle away but his hold on you kept. 

“Whait! I’m sor-sorrhy!” 

“Ah but are you?” questioned Elrond, a smirk rarely seen now playing at his lips as well. “Allow me to make absolutely sure of that declamation”, he said and before you knew what was happening, he had you lifted up in his arms while his fingers once again dug to your sides. You tried to swat his hands away, laughing and curling as small as you possibly could while in someone’s arms. “I am! I am sorry! So sorry!” You reassured him quickly. 

Chuckling, Elrond stopped the giggling and leaned down to press a kiss on your hairline. “I know you are, little one, I know you are.” 

Catching your breath, you leant your head against Elrond’s shoulder for a moment as he lowered you back on your feet. 

“Out of curiosity”, Elrond began, gently pushing you at arm’s length to gain a better view of your face. “How did you imagine this would end, Y/N?” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t think the end, actually. I just wanted…” you trailed off, suddenly thinking that you had been childish with your actions and the reason behind them. 

“Wanted what?” Elrond prompted, his voice gentle once again. 

You let out a breath. “I only wanted you to spend time with me, Elrond. Time for real, not just us sitting in the same room without even having proper conversations with each other.” 

Elrond pulled you into a hug then. For someone who seemingly saw everything, he could still sometimes be utterly blind to the needs of those closest to him. 

“I am sorry, Y/N, that you felt that way. From now on I shall try my best to spend time with you - properly this time, this I promise to you.” 

This time it was you who broke the embrace. “It’s alright, I know that you cannot spend every waking moment with me, but a night or two in a week would come a long way.” 

Elrond chuckled again, reaching out to smooth your hair behind your ear. “Then that is exactly what we shall do.” 

You smiled. Your idea had definitely been worth it. 

“Now, pick up those papers you scattered all over the floor - and be careful not to tear them.” 

Your face fell as you looked down on the many papers on the floor by your feet. Some of them had slid quite a way further from the two of you. Okay, maybe it hadn’t been worth-. No. 

It had been worth it. 

[yazthebookish]

If I'm not answering some of your questions about Elr*el actions or posts, I'm not ignoring you I just... don't bother? Maybe I'll address some things when it's about Gwyn or or Gwynriel when I'm in the right mood for it or about my friends and mutuals. Other than that, I can't spare a fuck to give.

I'll repeat what I said before: if they're confident about their ship then they might as well act like it and focus on their own ship because they certainly aren't.

I just want to keep most of my content here about things I love. We're in a fandom so it's normal to engage in discourse sometimes, what you won't see here is me bitching about a ship or a character on the daily, least of all a ship I think has high chances of not happening.

Enjoy what remains of Gwynriel week and reacquaint yourselves with the block button. From personal experience I guarantee it will give you some peace of mind 😌

[elrhiarhodan]

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Thank you! I can't believe I got three asks on this one. You're the best!

Do I dare say I've got yet another time travel idea? Ehhhh, it's not really a time travel idea. It's more of a multiverse idea but there's a little bit of time travel involved because ages don't match up.

It's a Din/Luke, and the Last Jedi and the Mand'alor are happily married and raising Grogu (and Rey and Finn), but for reasons, Luke, who's approaching 40, has to go to Chandrilla and butt heads with the buttheads in the New Republic Senate - and pick up some Jedi texts that Han and Chewie found for him. On his way home, he swings past Tython for other reasons, and his x-wing gets caught in some kind of Force vortex. Luke ends up in a different universe, one where the Sith never returned.

He finds himself in Coruscant airspace and is given permission to land at the Temple. Where he runs into Qui-Gon, old but still spry, just returning from a mission. Qui-Gon is utterly confused. "Luke, why are you so old?" "Why are you wearing black?" "Where is your master - you passed your trials?"

Artoo is strangely quiet through all of this.

Luke, who is overwhelmed by the Force presence of so many thousands of Jedi.

Qui-Gon takes Luke up to the Council chamber and Luke is even more overwhelmed. There is Ben, looking far too young. Yoda, shining in the Force. And Mace Windu, the one Jedi Luke has longed to meet.

They all stare at him. And then Yoda says, "A problem we have. Two Luke Skywalkers exist when there should only one be."