#HE GETS ME HEGETS ME

[calamitydaze]

why can’t you stay 29 [19] hell you still feel like you’re 22 [12]

[wolfxplush]

Lovette and Johnny knew eachother before she attended the school due to her brother. Hence why she’s cool with with greasers. But there first meeting wasss Fun! So here’s a short story I wrote for it.

The house was eerily quiet as Lovette padded down the grand staircase, the cool marble tiles chilling her bare feet. The glow from the chandelier above cast long, distorted shadows along the walls of her mother’s lavishly decorated home. The house always felt too big, too empty at night, like it swallowed up all the light and warmth. She was used to it, though. Living here was like residing in a museum—ornate, beautiful, and slightly unsettling when you were alone…scratch that is was like an asylum.

She had woken up thirsty, the dryness in her throat demanding a glass of water. Lovette usually avoided wandering around the house at night, preferring the safety of her room, but tonight was different. As she made her way toward the kitchen, she tried to shake off the unease that clung to her, convincing herself that nothing would be out of the ordinary.

But as she reached the kitchen doorway, Lovette froze.

Sitting at the table, illuminated by the dim light of the refrigerator, was a boy about her age. Perhaps a year or so older. He was casually munching on a bag of chips, his posture relaxed as if he belonged there. Lovette’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to make sense of the situation. Who was this stranger? How the fuck did heget in? Considering her mom went crazy with security after Lovette snuck out of the house ONCE. She was shocked a mere stranger could get in with seemingly no issues. She attempted to make a quiet step backwards. Hoping he didn’t notice her so she could head back to her room and call the cops.

*CREEEEEAAAAAAK.*

Stupid wooden floors.

The boy’s eyes met hers, and they both stared in shocked silence. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the faint crinkling of the chip bag.

Without thinking, Lovette’s hand shot out to the countertop, where a knife block sat. She grabbed the nearest one, gripping the handle tightly as she pointed it toward the intruder.

“Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?” she demanded, her voice trembling but laced with a fierce determination. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her ears, but she didn’t waver, ready to defend herself if necessary.

The boy held up his hands, his eyes wide in surprise. “Hey, hey, relax! I’m not here to hurt you.” Lovette was quick to want to correct this teens bullshit, But Before Lovette could respond, she heard footsteps behind her, and a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Lovette, calm down!” Her older brother,Jacob, appeared from the hallway, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation, with a hint of irritation. He quickly moved between her and the boy, gently pushing the knife down. “It’s okay, he’s with me.” Lovette blinked, her grip on the knife loosening as she processed her brother’s words.

“Huh..? What?” The blood was still rushing in her ears.

“Hes with me. This is Johnny, Johnny Vincent. Hes in my gang” Her older brother informed her. Gesturing to the brown haired boy who gave her a wave. Keeping his distance of course.

Lovette felt the adrenaline slowly drain from her body, leaving her feeling shaky and a little embarrassed. She glanced at Johnny , who was now giving her an apologetic smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Johnny said cautiously. “I didn’t expect anyone to come down either.”

Lovette sighed, setting the knife back on the counter. “You scared the hell out of me,” she muttered, rubbing her temples as the tension left her shoulders. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were coming over Jacob ? Could have let you know when mom was asleep and snuck you in myself.”

Jacob chuckled, pulling her into a quick hug. “Sorry, kid. Didn’t think we’d need to alert the household for a midnight snack raid.”

Lovette pushed him away playfully, rolling her eyes. “Next time, maybe do that. Or at least give me a heads-up. Really didn’t wanna gut this guy here over Doritos.”

Johnny stood up from the table, still looking a bit awkward. “I’ll, uh, go wait in the car,” he said, giving Lovette a small nod before heading out of the kitchen.

As the kitchen door swung shut behind Jason, Lovette turned back to Jacob . “You need to stop bringing people here at night without telling anyone. Mom will catch you and call the cops.” Jacob grinned, clearly amused by the whole situation. “You handled yourself pretty well, though. Remind me not to get on your bad side.”

Lovette shook her head, a small smile creeping onto her lips. “Next time, just leave a note or something. I really don’t want to stab your friends.”

Jacob laughed, “You got it .”

Lovette grabbed the glass of water she had come down for and took a long sip, finally feeling her nerves settle. As she headed back upstairs, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.

Not like it matters, she didn’t plan on seeing that kid again anyway.

Right?

[thesoupman]

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[glowyjellyfish]

Notes about my creative and gaming ventures:

I started nanowrimo with the intent of finishing a. My Encanto fanfic and b. My Cait Sith to the Rescue fic. I did about a week of work on the former, got slightly stuck and more interested in other non-writing projects, and haven’t recovered. I progressed pretty well, and inched closer to the end, but it feels stuck now. It’s a stupid little point of I need to include Felix now because he’s the only family member I haven’t written yet and it makes no sense for him to not be there, and I don’t know how. More likely, I just have to sit down and write it.

I’m much less stuck on the Cait Sith fanfic, but I am trying to finish these in the order I promised myself. I have a solid outline for the rest of it, and have poked a bit and played with dialogue; I feel it will go fine when I get around to it.

The major distraction was my shiny new Sims 2 project! …which like my other sims projects has slowed to a crawl because of the ridiculous way I set up my CC. It’s working a lot better than setting up my medieval CC did, mainly because there is so much less stuff (and also because I learned the hard way to stop installing lots without clean installer, and other similar wisdom you’d think I would have learned in the twenty years I’ve been playing). Still frustratingly slow, though! My method is nice because a. I have a bunch of ancient stuff, like collections from AAS that just doesn’t exist anymore, and b. I find workable stuff that never would have occurred to me to seek out to include. For example, I had a whole bunch of JA steampunk outfits in my downloads folder. Most of them got cut, of course, but several puffy sleeved white shirts for male and female sims will work great for casual and piratey 18th century sims. Like so:

On the other hand, I have a ton of decorative crap I don’t know whether I will be able to identify sufficiently to remove! On the other other hand, currently loading is nice and quick. Well, it is what it is. I have been adding freshly downloaded CC in small chunks, removing CC using a combination of screenshotting tooltips and using DDO to locate and remove unwanted stuff, and it’s inching along.

I am really glad I decided to used Castaway Stories natives, as that goes beautifully with the piratey stuff in this 18th century set, which I can use in the future.

And it has also come to my attention that as sparse as 18th century CC is, the sims that suffer the most from a lack of content so far are Male Children. If I participated in the community like at all, I would politely beg for child and probably toddler conversions of nice simple Heget clothing. And some all-ages all-gender separate breeches to go with my puffy shirts.

And I’ve been distracted from that by a. Minecraft, where my project of digging out a massive cave uncovering cool stuff in a seed with three ancient cities and a stronghold uncovered another massive cave I needed to climb to the top of and incorporate, and it’s 20 blocks down before that is done and then 20 more blocks down before my whole cave even touches the stronghold, b. Civ 6 which I really wasn’t expecting, and now I feel like I should clear out some achievements or something, and c. Dwarf fortress, where I was kinda waiting for the steam release but I got too excited and I am very rusty. I had a couple of starting crashes, then a world where all the cool start locations were near a necromancer tower so every time I started a new fort, in a few months there would be an undead siege I wasn’t ready for. First fort, I just didn’t realize; second fort actually it was crocodiles that kept popping out of the river and murdering my dwarves; third fort I thought I was doing better but didn’t hook up my protective drawbridge in time and got wiped out by the undead. Eventually I rolled a new world and it has gone okay so far, I used what I learned to make sure I didn’t start near evil, and also dug a quick starter fort in the first layer of sand and dirt before making my fancy entrance—another trap I often fall into! we’ll see if it’s survivable.

I also am getting a bit distracted by Grounded, but I can probably wait until the update comes out on that so I can have mushroom stairs for the castle I’ll eventually build. (I started a new game when it was released, and the stalled because I wanted to build a great treehouse before venturing into the hedge lab. Forgetting that my last great treehouse was built during pandemic lockdown when I had so much extra free time to go crazy building…)

It’s fun to ramble into the void about my current projects, it’s like talking to myself out loud and it helps me feel organized even when I’m not!

[sleaveheralone]

Now guys,I know this will shock you but...the old Ducktales wasn't perfect too

Let's really think about it : you guys constantly complain about how Scrooge having to raise Della and Donald would be out of character...yet you guys are totally fine with Scrooge raising Huey,Dewey and Louie in the old Ducktales and being a perfect parent to them,exept for the first episode: he wanted to see their grades,he told them not to get into fights（yeah,because HE never ever got into fights,not even once...���, he wanted them to be polite etc...guys...that is COMPLITELY out of character for him! Remember what Don Rosa Scrooge told the triplets when he first met them? "You'll excuse me...I'm not used to children! I never had time to be one myself!" Scrooge,aside from being a person that alone most of his life has always had a hard time adapting and doesn't know how some things changed since he was young! There is NO way that he instantly adapted perfectly to having three kids in so little time! Reboot Scrooge had the advantage of having had a little experience with Donald and Della but he still needs to adapt and we saw it several times! It makes sense! Donald was extremely dumbed down in the old Ducktales: he only did things right by accident,he never seemed to take offense when Scrooge insulted him,made SCROOGE look like the voice of reason every time they were together...yeah,that totally seems in character. Also Scrooge living in a mension instead of the money bin it's extremely weird yet again none of you complained. What about the fact that in the episode "Send in the clones" the Beagle Boys told Magica that they got life sentence,yet we see them free running around in several episodes,which makes no sense since it's impossible for criminal like them to be absolved. Since you guys always like to point out every logical flaws in the new Ducktales,it seems only fair for me to talk about the flaws of the old one as well,especially since there are so many that are waaaay too bitter towards the reboot. Let's talk about Magica: now, they changed the reason why she wanted the number one dime...at least at first. In the earlier episodes she wanted it to rule the world（no idea how the dime would allow her to do that） and needed to put it inside an amulet but since the episode with Gladstone she wanted it to get rich...yeah they retconned it which I'm sure it left several fans confused on what she wanted. Also,this is something that I have always wondered even while reading the comics: why isn't Magica considered a global threat both in the old show or the comics?! She either wants to take over the world or gain the Mida's touch,that would make her destroy the world economy...yet no one,aside of Scrooge is afraid of her. In fact...she doesn't seem to care that she would destroy the whole economy and therefore she wouldn't be rich anymore（she literally tells Scrooge that she doesn't care if the economy falls apart in one comic）. And what about Poe De Spell? Magica's brother: in the orinal Ducktales her crow Ratface was called Poe and was actually Magica's brother who got turned into a crow. Now THAT would have been an interesting story...if they did anything with it! But no: after the episode "Send in the clones" they never talk about this again. Even in the episode "Duck to the future" , where Magica sent Scrooge in the future and she finally gets the dime we never see Poe's true form. Heck,we don't even know he was turn back to normal because I think that the writers retconned Poe being her brother as well,since she always treated him like he was simply her pet. Or what about the episode "Return to the Klondike" where we learn that the triplets hate romantic mushy stuff...yet at the beginning of the episode we see them happy as they help Webby and Beakley preparing cards for Valentine's Day...wait...what? They don't even look like they don't like it but they have been forced to do it: they look like they are having fun. Or when Goldie told Scrooge that she didn't want to go with him in Duckburg because White Agony Creek was her home? In the episode "Ducky Mountain High" she says that as soon as her claim ran out of gold she left and got another job...way to be consistent. And rember in the episode "Till Nephews do us apart" how Scrooge instantly fell in love with a woman he just met to the point of trusting her more than his own family? And how the episode made it seem like he would allow her to fire Beakley and Duckworth and send the triplets away? Yeah,totally in character,especially on how long it took him to realize that she only wanted his money...even AFTER she told him that to his face😑 And how he never even for one second thought about Goldie before marrying another woman but when she shows up at the end he says "Goldie! My true love!" Yeah right... And how about some of the morals that often resetted in later episodes? In the episode "Home Sweet Homer" the moral was that kids grow up to be themselves and it was Scrooge who told it to the triplets...yet in the episode " Working for Scales" hegets mad at them for messing up,saying that he hoped that they would grow up to be like him. Or what about in the episode "Duck to the future" where he told the kids that it's wrong to make money at other's expence...I repeat it again...a billionare...a capitalist with his own company just said that is wrong to make money at other's expence...which is exactly what he does for living...look I know it's a kids show but really? And in the episode with Gladstone? At the end Scrooge agrees with Gladstone on how important luck is to the point of accepting Gladstone's charm,which is an awful lesson for kids: "Remember kids,never actually try anything in your life,you just have to have good luck and constantly depend on a lucky charm"...yeah... Again,you guys point out every flaw in the new Ducktales but ignore the ones in the old Ducktales. And the old Ducktales has several animation errors as well: in the episode "Send in the clones" in some shots Scrooge is tall as the triplets,while in others he is taller than them; in the episode "A whale of a bad time" Donald ,while pressing random buttons,accidently burns Scrooge's top hat but few scene later,while they were still in the submarine with no way of changing clothes...his hat gets fixed; and what about the several times where some duck's bill would disappear? Or when they miscolored the triplets' hats? Or when in the episode "Ducky Mountain High" where,while Glomgold and Scrooge were throwing each other out of Goldie's house and they colored Scrooge's sideburns brown? Yeah,funny how you guys constantly look for every single frame in the new Ducktales to find animation errors but you ignore the ones in the old one. In short: both shows have flaws,none of the two is perfect and it's complitely fine to like either just one of them or both. But stop calling the one you hate shit or saying that it ruined your childhood（for people who constantly complain about Scrooge not being mature enough for his age,you guys need some growing up yourselves）and let others like it.

[squirrelwrangler]

Why do you dislike Naruto/Sakura? Please don’t tell me it’s because of the whole ‘Naruto harasses Sakura for dates all the time in Part 1’ because while I don’t know if that’s fanon or from the anime, it’s definitely not a thing in the manga.

shipping tastes are subjective, (and I’m half-delighted, half-befuddled? amused? concerned? to get a Naruto ask in 2020 and shipping main characters at that) but from the very beginning I felt zero appeal for Naruto/Sakura. Part of it is that I immediately pegged the trope of “immature teenage boy has the shallow crush on the pretty and older girl as a manifestation of his desire to be more adult and also to have that social acceptance and status that his awkwardness or in this case actual social isolation and ostracism has denied him”. In Western media this is usually the crush on the older teenage babysister/older sibling’s friend - Dipper from Gravity Falls is a good recent example. Also why I had problems from the get-go with Kataang and why the resolution to that particular ship felt weird and contradictory to both tropes and what was being established. Any time a ship feels like it’s encroaching into that trope, 99% of the time I refuse to ship it. And there is a strong gendered element to this. But if a character is introduced at the start of a story crushing on a character, I know my plots. Main character? That first crush is not endgame. Especially if male. Female character or secondary lead is more nuanced.

Naruto as presented at the start of Part One is blindingly clear about the “He Wants this but Really WantsNeeds This” - he wants Hokage at first as validation and recognition, and the point of the Wave Arc is to transform that desire from the ego boost status of “If I’m Hokage, they will have to recognize me” to “I want strength not for solely self-centered reasons, but because I recognize others have pain like I experience, and thus I want the power/status of Hokage not to stop my pain but to actively protect others from going through this too”. Le Basic Core Manga Theme.

So in that first episode I immediately looked for the Option Two - where’s the actual endgame love interest, because it’s blindingly clear that the Sakura crush is going to resolve into that double-barrel of ‘you aren’t entitled to a girl just because she’s pretty’ and ‘what you really need is supportive friends and once you mature pass the shallow crush you two are going to ride or die friends and she’s your team-mom that she will momma-bear protect you’ - which lol, I was right. And right away there was Hinata, the complimentary contrast designed character who wholly believed in Naruto for what he was innately (his true desire) unknowingly to him, which meant his character arc would obviously entail as part of his maturation recognizing this. I saw this trope; I beamed with delight.

(There’s a parallel discussion of why Sasuke/Sakura is my other instant otp and why I’m not sure which I love more, where core issue is accepting the proffered love instead of denying it out of trauma and fear of tragedy repeating. That ship is also pure heget id candy and that the park bench scene so strongly paralleled the firefly goodbye scene of Ruroni Kenshin broke me when first watching it.)

I’m far more upset with how the anime screwed over the Sasuke/Sakura moments.

But their personalities didn’t read as balanced to me in a good story romance way, absolutely none of their manga interactions came across as romantic instead of platonic or familial (there isn’t a single part that reads as genuinely romantically framed to me), and visually they don’t look good together. Colors clash. Fanart of the two otps always looks pretty, never narusaku.

...any other anime shipping asks?

[child-of-hurin]

I love how personal specific and developed your headcanons for so many silm characters and periods are!! if you don't have thoughts for this it's totally fine, but i felt it might be sort of up your alley to ask -- what you think it was like for the edain between the defeat of melkor and the move to numenor? also do you know why (or have any theories why) it was mostly the house of hador who went to numenor?

God asfvsgbhdnfjfghj I’m glad, thank you!! I don’t think they’re particularly developed dbhudsjmshbd I’m just really interested in interpersonal relationships, I’m glad it works for you :’)

Here it goes:

Regarding the Hadorians, I’m pretty sure it’s a mix of these:

- The most important thing to take into account IMO: the Hadorians are already the most numerous people by the time they enter Beleriand, so there’s always been more Hadorians than Beorians and Haladin to start with.

- Beorians were decimated during the battle of the Sudden Flame due to being very close to the frontlines in Dorthonion. Most of the survivors who escaped in groups were led west by Emeldir towards Dor-Lómin, though we can assume some stayed in Brethil and were taken in by the Haladin as well. So their children’s chidlren didn’t grow Beorian probably. A good example of that is this passage from the Silm describing the preparations for the Union of Maedhros:

Moreover in the west Fingon, ever the friend of Maedhros, took counsel with Himring, and in Hithlum the Noldor and the Men of the house of Hador prepared for war. In the forest of Brethil Halmir, lord of the People of Haleth, gathered his men, and they whetted their axes

take note that the Beorians are not mentioned at all... tear emoji

- the Haladin suffered from a civil conflict after Húrin’s visit and that probably also weakened them, besides the fact that they were never that numerous. Moreover, the Haladin are more cantakerous and prefer to keep to themselves; thus it is easy to assume that most of them would rather not sever ties with Middle Earth, or lose their autonomy.

Now the Haladin did not live under the rule of lords or many together, but each homestead was set apart and governed its own affairs, and they were slow to unite.

Haleth was proud, and unwilling to be guided or ruled, and most of the Haladin were of like mood

We know (IIRC) that the men of Bree are descendants from the Haladin, and I particularly like this line here:

According to their own tales they were the original inhabitants and were the descendants of the first Men that ever wandered into the West of the middle-world. Few had survived the turmoils of the Elder Days; but when the Kings returned again over the Great Sea they had found the Bree-men still there, and they were still there now, when the memory of the old Kings had faded into the grass.

:)

- Hadorians OTOH, while also suffering horrible losses during the Unnumbered Tears, were taken for slaves in their own land in Dor-Lómin. Despite the horror of it, one can assume their masters were more interested in keeping them alive to work than in decimating them. And Dor-Lómin is a naturally more protected place, being encircled by mountains. Makes me think they had a better chance of surviving the horrors of the War of Wrath.

- Another thing that one can consider: Elros descends from Earendil who descends from Tuor, that is, he is a Hadorian if you take lineage seriously, which a lot of people in Beleriand do. Maybe Hadorians were more excited to follow the leadership of one of their own.

I’m sure there are other factors that weight in, but I think it mostly can be summed up by: out of the remaining Edain at the end of the First age, the Beorians and Hadorians are the most elf-inclined, and out of those two, the Hadorian are overwhelmingly more numerous. Most of the Haladin just seem to prefer self-governance, in general, besides other factors. 

As for the Edain between the end of the war and the migration to Númenor... wow, I have no idea :/ It’s sadly not something I have thought about before! I’ll have to read a little and get back to you before I can reply this, maybe check the numenor tag after the weekend to see if I have posted something? Meanwhile I’ll direct u to the people I strongly suspect will have interesting opinions about this: @vardasvapors and @squirrelwrangler (I mean, Heget I know you’re not that hot for Númenor, but I thiiiink I remember you talking about this?)

All I can think of right now is that we’d need to think of Balar in this, since I imagine that’s where most ships were departing from. We know the migration happened over the course of many years. It’s weird to imagine they’d have a program, like “only 100 immigrants every month!”, so I don’t know that I imagine a lot of Edain just sitting around waiting for their turn on the boat, so I guess a lot of people were just trying to decide what to do, and then at some point decided to migrate. some left their families behind to do so. Maybe some got encouraging letters from friends who had gone.. some might only have heard about Númenor many years after the beginning of the migrations :o I wonder if they sent travellers around Middle Earth to search out Edain survivors and tell them the Good News™ about the new kingdom of plenty on an island in the great sea? That’s actually kind of cute sdfvgbhnjsds granted it reminds me a little of missionaries, buuuut maybe if we focus on the idea of travelling minstrels and aventurers trying to map out the pockets of survivors and also bring them news.. exchange information.. oh wow now i want fic of this svgdbhnijrtgmk

Also it’s interesting to think of other efforts made in Númenor :) I’m sure a sort of welcoming group must be formed soon to help the migrants settle, or at least just give them directions. Maybe later they evolve into a Migration Ministery of sorts or something... sorry anon i gotta read more 🤔🤔

[yavieriel]

Tagged by @anghraine in this months ago, and finally had time/brain space to do it - 

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or as little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever. 

Offers of editing/beta-ing or just general requests to read any of these fics as-is are almost always accepted, so if you’re particularly interested in seeing one of these, let me know.  I write pretty non-linearly, so it’s almost impossible for me to start posting something before it’s almost finished just because the beginning may be the last part I write.  I usually have some kind of outline or a structure in mind, though.

Active WIPs, in no particular order:

Bind - Further chapters of this fic, focussing on Eonwe’s slow recovery from an Age of captivity and growing relationship with Ingwion during the latter stages of the War of Wrath.  Slow-burn romance with lots of hurt-comfort and chaste intimacy while Eonwe wrestles with what personhood and identity mean for him as one of the maiar and heals from the physical and emotional wounds inflicted during his time in Angband. 

I have a fairly well-developed narrative so far.  I need to go back and do some revisions and fill in a few gaps (the worst part) before I can post the next chapter, but I at least have sketched-out ideas and a few developed scenes for several more chapters after that.

“The (long) serious Manwe/Ingwe fic.” - Manwe and Ingwe’s evolving relationship from Ingwe’s first visit to Valinor and their quick friendship and uncertain flirtations, through the reunion and consummation of their relationship after the Great Journey, the joyous Years of the Trees, the tension of Melkor’s time in Valinor, the trauma of the Darkening of Valinor, and healing in the aftermath.  May or may not extend as far as the War of Wrath or beyond; we’ll see.   I started out thinking this would be a medium-length fic, maybe three chapters.  I should know better.  It’s turned into a monster.  Admittedly this is by and large because I’m getting a great deal of enjoyment out of exploring Manwe and Ingwe’s relationship with all its resonance and complexity.  Lots of exploration of how to characterize the Valar; the existential relationship between the elves and the ainur; erotic desire as a metaphor for desire for the divine (on both sides); the nature of the ainur and their relationship with Arda; the relationship of the elves to Arda; the trauma and consequences of Melkor’s rebellion as it resonates through those most intimately involved with it, Manwe in particular, and how they begin to come to terms with it and heal.  I have a good chunk of the “fun” (shippy) bits of it written, but I need to go back and write Ingwe’s initial journey to Valinor and then his return to the elves in Middle-earth.  I keep working on it, but who knows when it will be finished.  The outline keeps expanding.

Finarfin, after turning back from the Helcaraxe - A bit piecemeal and undeveloped but still something I want to pursue, this fic is an exploration of the consequences and difficulties Finarfin faced after turning back at the Doom of Mandos.  Emotional hurt/comfort and my take on Finarfin’s relationships with Earwen, Olwe, Indis, Ingwe, the Valar, and others who remain in Valinor, particularly as one of those elves who was born and raised in Valinor in close relationship to the Valar and Maiar.  

Durin/Daeron - the thing Heget accidentally inspired with her “Daeron in Khazad-dum” posts, in which Daeron’s disappearance from the narrative is due to him getting tired of being a tragic minstrel in the woods and realizing that the only place in Beleriand he can safely go to escape the whole Luthien mess is Khazad-dum, and promptly finds himself some dwarven tradesmen who are delighted to bring a famed bard home with them.  As a politically powerful figure and the inventor of the Cirth, Daeron is gladly welcomed by Durin with all honor.  It takes several Ages, reincarnation cycles on both parts, and a lot of angst and pining, but they subsequently have a very happy marriage with a lot of kinky sex, some of which I wrote here.  I have a pretty detailed outline of this fic, but not much else.

Finrod and Namo - I keep writing exploratory pieces trying to make something work, because I think their relationship has a ton of potential, but nothing has quite stuck yet.

Manwe/Ingwe kink fic - Public claiming and throne sex, because I insisted it could be done while staying in character and set out to prove it, and also have Very Strong Feelings about how fealty-kink should be handled.  It took a bit to find a scenario that worked, but now I’m having fun writing something that’s just a hair shy of being straight-up PWP with one of my all-time OTPs.  No angst or pining, definitely no dubcon or humiliation, just enthusiastic and demonstrative sex both to prove a point and because they can and it’s fun.  Established relationship, explicit sex, so far also some breathplay.  Only roughly a page written, but on the other hand this is actually looking like it’ll stay pretty short, it’s not especially complicated.  Compatible with “the long serious fic” and may eventually get folded in or posted as a side-story to it, depending on how the plot-hook works in relation to the longer fic. 

Inactive (not currently working on it, but I plan to eventually pick it up again):

Amandil in Valinor

The AU where Amarie is Queen of Nargothrond

The AU where Luthien makes it to Tol-in-Gaurhoth just a bit earlier and Finrod survives (Luthien/Beren/Finrod)

Maedhros/Fingolfin of some sort, possibly the fem!Maedhros political marriage AU

Assorted snippets from the massive multiverse crossover Dagor Dagorath fic

Assorted Elrond/Glorfindel fics

Finrod/Edrahil fealty-kink, may end up reworking it as nonsexual intimacy?  Idk I never quite got it to work

@crocordile - the original fic that I mentioned in those tags you were intrigued by :P

Wolf and Fey - In desperation to protect his realm, a prince of the Fair Folk attempts to lure in an unwary traveler to be a midwinter sacrifice.  The only traveler to come by is decidedly wary though, and turns out to not be a mortal at all, but a wolf-spirit from the far east whose pack was lost.  M/M romance with ritual sex.

The vaguely-period BDSM fic about a very pretty blond young man’s discovery of the pleasures of submission.

The decadent fairy court incest slave fic.  Except it actually has a fairly complicated political set-up to establish what’s going on, the slavery is specifically the punishment for treason not a societal norm, and at least half the slaves are enjoying themselves.  

The urban fantasy sentient sex-club series, which is more a vague concept than anything concrete just yet.  Suffice to say it stars a sex-club which also happens to be an eldritch being of immense power which feeds on sexual pleasure, and various sexually frustrated individuals who walk through its doors.

Also a few pieces of artwork, since thanks to antidepressants I’m slowly becoming motivated to actually do things and make stuff again.  Pretty much all Ingwe/Manwe, and one full-length portrait of Ingwe.

[natteryaktoad]

Sharla froze at the front gate - the door of the shop was wide open.

“Bruce...” she said.

Bruce stepped in front of her. “Wait here,” he said, entering the shop ahead of her. He stepped inside and swore.

“What?” Sharla asked, following him inside. The shop was in disarray - the leather on the sofa slashed, the cash register on the floor, coins everywhere. All of Sharla’s paintings - on the wall, ready to be sold - were destroyed; some slashed, some water damanged, some painted over with spray paint, oneor two looked like they’d been partially burnt with a lighter. Sprayed on the wall, in tight curling letters, wer ethe words, ‘meet me in the alley and we’ll finish what we started’.

Emotions pulsed through Sharla, the predominant one anger. How dare someone do this to her paintings!

Bruce wrapped his arm around Sharla. He looked angry too, his brow furrowed, his jaw set. “Baby, don’t look,” he said.

Sharla clutched onto his arm. “Did heget into the house?” she asked. The connecting door was shut.

“It’s locked,” Bruce said, trying it.

Sharla handed him the key, still hanging onto his arm. Bruce unlocked the door, and the two of them walked through and performed a quick sweep of the ground floor.

“Just the shop,” Bruce said.

“I’m calling Isaiah,” Sharla said, taking her phone out of her pocket.

“Hang on, it’s his day off, isn’t it?” Bruce asked. “I know a guy - a cop. He’s probably working today, I’ll call him.”

Sharla shook her head. “I want Isaiah.” She called him - she still had him on speed dial.

“Sharla - hey,” he said when he answered.

“Isaiah, I need you,” Sharla said. “I’ve had a break-in at my place.”

“Are you alright?” Isaiah asked. “Are you alone?”

“No, Bruce is here with me.”

“I’ll be right over,” Isaiah said.

“I’m sorry - it’s your day off.”

“I doesn’t matter,” Isaiah said. “See you in five.”

A thought stuck Sharla as she hung up. “Bruce, how does he know where I live?” she asked.

Bruce shrugged and shook his head.

“I’m scared...” Sharla said. “What if he comes back?”

“I’m here,” Bruce said. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

Bruce and Sharla stayed in the shop until Isaiah came. He stepped inside - in plain clothes but with his badge on - and looked around.

“Sharla - your paintings... I’m so sorry,” he said.

Sharla burried her face in Bruce’s chest and he hugged her tightly.

“Do you have any idea what this means?” Isaiah asked, walking over to the note.

Sharla lifted her head. “I... was attacked,” she said quietly. “In the alley. Last week. He... he... he kissed me, and bit me, and hit me... I don’t know what he would’ve done to me if Bruce hadn’t’ve showed up.”

Isaiah looked at Bruce quizzically, eyebrows raised.

“I was walking to meet her,” Bruce explained. “If I’d’ve just left on time-”

“It’s not your fault,” Sharla said insistantly.

“And you didn’t report it?” Isaiah asked.

Sharla shook her head. “What’s the use? I couldn’t tell you anything about him, and I just wanted to forget about it. But he knows where I live...”

“If he bit you, we might’ve been able to get DNA from his saliva,” Isaiah explained. “And if you scratched him at all, you’d have his DNA under your fingernails.”

“I didn’t know...” Sharla said.

“It’s okay,” Isaiah said. “I’ll get forensics down here - see if they can get prints. You haven’t touched anything, have you?”

They both shook their heads.

“Then I suggest you two go into the house and put the kettle on,” Isaiah said.

[squirrelwrangler]

first sentence meme

I was tagged by @heckofabecca, so I went through my entire list of works and picked out what I thought were the better opening sentences, starting from the oldest. Had to stop about one-third of the way through, so might come back and do more later. I pay more attention to my closing sentences, I think that’s obvious, and tend to think of my openers as opening paragraphs instead of just the opening sentence. So here’s a long list, borrowing her format:

1. Wall the Heart (The “Manchurian Agent in Menegroth” fic)

It is the scream that draws Elu’s attention, a scream that sounds like it should come from the throat of an injured animal rather than that of an elf. 

Good horror opening, immediate action and set-up of the question: who is screaming and why. And that things are behaving as they shouldn’t.

2. family and wolves (Elu Thingol and Beren)

As the Great Wolf of Angband lunges toward Elu Thingol, King of Doriath, the fetid breath reeking of poison and blackened meat, thorn splinters and broken spears flying through the air and the screams of his soldiers and the baying of the Hound of Valinor overshadowing all, he has time for one frozen thought.

I like this entire fic, and yes, the opening is one of those long ‘heget sure loves her clauses‘ where I could have removed everything from after ‘Thingol’ to ‘he has time’, but I love my sensory imagery, and the contrast of all the chaos and movement and our main character still.

3. In the camps of the Bór (Easterling woman has second thoughts after the Third Kinslaying)

  The camp is full of noise long before Kreka sees the red banners of her liege lord, the Bright Ones.

Setting and original main character established quickly, the use of The Bright Ones as this unfamiliar group term to highlight that this is a new perspective than one we get in The Silmarillion, but close enough to established terminology as to not feel too out of place. Red banners as a strong visual cue and one that a Tolkien fan should hopefully peg as either Fëanorian or from LotR maybe think of the Easterling army under Sauron.

4. Feasting with the Lions of Valmar (Vanyar royal family as the War of Wrath begins)

"Let me lead the armies of our people," Ingwion petitioned to his father.

okay, I’m including the next line as well: 

"Let me stand for you and command our people when we cross the sea and wage this final war against the renegade as the Valar have commanded.

Starting in the middle of dialogue. Getting directly to the point and conflict of this scene. We know exactly who the protagonist is and who the other important character is. Father-son drama, gonna make daddy proud of me, and the time period is firmly established. And this hooks the reader into wondering what Ingwë’s answer will be.

5. Grief is an Undertow (Falmari OC going back to Beleriand with a vengeance)

The ships that carried Ilsë from the shores of Middle-earth, parting her from her mother, father, sister, brother, uncles, was pulled by swans.

The dichotomy of ships leaving with the implied ships returning. Main character Ilsë. While not mentioning by name, the Swan-ships loom over. And most of all this cadence of listing out family. It is the drumbeat that pounds throughout this fic and drives everything. 

6. The Brides of Death (Flower crowns)

Nóm has many questions, but he never asks about the wreath Andreth wears in her hair, the white berries of the mistletoe, the needles of the yew, the star-like purple nightshade flowers, and the white clusters of celery or carrot in place of the water dropwort.

I used this opening line- the fist part- as the summary of the fic because it was so good. Me and lists again. Andreth has knowledge but Finrod isn’t questioning her about this one thing. Mistletoe and nightshade - readers already know these are plants of death.

7. Neighborhood Watch (Don’t forget Fëanor’s xenophobic rhetoric)

Finrod tells Balan it is not wise, is not entirely safe, to stay in Ossiriand.

Short sentence opening! And the use of the clause to give these sense that Finrod is equivocating to Bëor, trying not to outright admit to the mortal or even himself what his real fears are. Plus, wise -Noldor- Nóm ...I’m easily amused.

[squirrelwrangler]

*blush* 

Glad you like. It's not quite purple prose, but it was a tad overindulgent on the descriptive metaphors. I was worried it was too much, but okay, it gets to stay.

Here’s the preceding line as a gift for the comment, btw:

The muscles of his back bunched and strained as he pulled back an arm, then let loose the arrow as that arm flung up with the graceful curve of a hunting cat’s tail.

aka heget watches korean historical dramas, can’t you tell? *tiger tail archer pose*

Of Ingwë Ingweron has really morphed into a weird bastard amalgamation of style and variations on my authorial voice and pov, because there’s that semi-detached quasi-scientific voice looking back- the lore-master voice- then the dialogue heavy full scenes where I sit with the characters and describe everything blow by blow like I normally do - Chapter Three is where that started and every chapter since has secretly been me as the lazy author wanting to find a point to winch back to the style of the first half of the first chapter- and then moments starting with the passage where I first described Oromë (end of Chapter Three) where I decided to go for broke on layering the metaphoric imagery and then because of the positive feedback for that paragraph I now had to commit. I don’t think the differences are as pronounced for a reader as it is for me writing it.

As for unholy rituals, well, I can admit that more often than not, snippets of Of Ingwë at least are written because I get stuck in a car/running errands/waiting at a park with someone who is a hardcore Pokemon Go player when I don’t play it, so I write lines to stave off the boredom.

@anghraine tagged me in the post-a-bit-of-something-you’re-working-on meme!

The arrow arced like a comet over the plains. Wind screamed in agony in its passage, shrill and short, and air rippled out like water from the impact. Earth liquefied under the arrowhead, and the impaled shadow-shape writhed like a spineless deep-sea creature brought to the surface before it dissolved into the ground. Faint wisps of steam rose from the crater around the embedded arrow. A tuft of matte-black fur lingered around the arrowhead before disappearing with a foul odor, though no elf was close enough to behold this.