#Polu

[polutrope]

Party with us! 🥳

We, @melestasflight and @polutrope, have our birthdays coming up around the turn of the New Year (no, we are not actually twins). To celebrate, we are throwing a prompt party!

Drop an ask in either of our inboxes with:

The names of 2 to 4 Silmarillion characters

Any canonical place (buildings, cities, realms, mountains, rivers – you name it)

Any DNWs, if applicable

… and we will write a small dialogue or scene with those characters.

We will keep prompts open as long as we’re feeling inspired. While we’d love to fill them all, our creative energies are finite – know that we’re grateful for all prompts, whether we fill them or not. 

[dirty-bosmer]

Mages Guild doodles I drew while sick

[melestasflight]

Happy birthday !! Hope you have a lovely time on your birthday and a wonderful year ahead of you !

Since you've been posting a lot about Fingon for your 30 days of Fingon, I was wondering if you had any thoughts about/inspiration to write something about his relationship with Fingolfin once in Beleriand and especially once they are both at the head of their respective realms ?

Fingolfin & Fingon, return from Thangorodrim. Rated G, 300 words. Written by @polutrope and @melestasflight. On AO3. Inspired by @rittare's beautiful art.

Fingolfin will long remember the winds beneath the great eagle’s wings. The way the earth sighs beneath Thorondor's feathered form as if exhaling all of Fingolfin's own fears and grief.

When the sentry rushed in with the sighting at first light, Fingolfin abandoned all: scrolls, maps, and breakfast, and rushed outside barefoot. He now stands before the gates of his settlement, watching as the eagle crosses the plains faster than the morning mist sliding down the hills of Hísilómë. It is, still, unbearably slow. 

At last, the bird soars overhead, its body briefly eclipsing the light of the new Sun, before it lands. Fingolfin is small beside Manwë’s servant — as small as he has felt since the loss of his youngest, dear Arakáno. That ache marred the victory of their arrival to Endórë, poisoning the sight of Yavanna's blooms that sprang beneath their marching feet. Fingolfin had all but faded away when yet another son had gone from him. Not dead, not killed. Just gone.

Now, he reaches a hand and clings to the eagle’s feathers with desperation greater than he has ever known. He grasps for life, he prays. Let these wings bear hope! Bring him home and take me in his stead.

To whom does he pray? Who would listen?

It matters not. In the crags of sheer Thangorodrim, a prayer has already been answered: Thorondor lowers a wing gently to reveal two bodies, one wrapped around the other.

But Fingolfin has eyes for one of them only. He seeks the pair of tired blue eyes, the color of a summer’s eve before night comes on in earnest. His own flesh and breath incarnate in one he feared lost forever. His first-born son. Findekáno.

‘Father,’ says Fingon, and falls into Fingolfin's embrace.

[lyuluuh]

love this genre of fn skin

[dushpshpsh]

the literal situation from one of the sessions btw

[moltara]

yayyyy the party met my other npc today in dnd :3

[naciapiracia]

a poll for Polish speakers

if you are learning/speak only some Polish and didn't previously know any term for "outside" in Polish, pick the "i don't speak Polish" option

[00lari00]

I feel bad that I'm not drawing much of anything these days and not even on my own whiteboard :'] I saw all the people drawn and I haven't been able to participate properly yet because I don't have time.

I still have 2 important drawings to finish and things to do, I promised myself I wouldn't draw in class for the sake of my good grades.

BUT MY WIP WILL BE DONE ONE DAY I PROMISE!!! I just feel a little tired these days because of my classes :'] but I'll still be online to chat and see the whiteboard drawings!! I'll reblog as many as I can I promise!! 💕🌟

Just some drawings I managed to do these days

Fusion of Pollo and Brutus- Polus belong to me and @smoresthehalloweenqueen

A drawing of Jaques with Reginald because..yes XD Version of my au!

Lyan and their boyfriend Picadin

And the brothers Pollo and Mary belong to @capturecharlesau and @jaytoons7

[cossmoluck]

FINALLY back again with an original piece!🔥🔥🔥

this skin feels so SO underrated & it breaks my hear since polus looks SO COOL

[polutrope]

For the birthday event... Maedhros, Maglor, the river Gelion? 👀❤️

also for @theghostinthemargins who requested Maedhros & Maglor, Himring

Maedhros & Maglor, a getaway on the Gelion. Rated G, 900 words. Written by @polutrope and @melestasflight. On AO3.

“Káno,” Maedhros said, voice dipping with displeasure on the second syllable, “do you mean to tell me you took me from overseeing the construction of the great gate of my new fortress… for a pond?”

“A pond?” Maglor laughed. “This is a glorious, crystalline swimming hole!”

“It is a hole, I’ll grant you that. You told me it was urgent.” Maedhros rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed noisily. “Stop laughing. I am not amused. We will have to make the journey back in the dark now, and the horses will be tired.”

“Not to worry!” Maglor patted his mare’s saddlebags. “I brought us all the necessaries for at least three days camping.”

“No!” cried Maedhros. “We are not camping! There is work to be done! Tomorrow the workmen are due to set the foundations of the north tower; I must be present to approve the plans of the tile-settings for the west kitchens — and before you say I can entrust that to Lostir, let me remind you of the pattern he approved for the crenellations — what is the matter with you?”

“The kitchens!” Maglor wheezed, doubled-over and clutching his stomach. “Crenellations! Oh! ho! Yes, yes, you had better be sure the kitchens are tiled to your liking, as I am certain you will be spending so much time in the kitchens!”

“I might. Once we are settled. Didn’t you say yourself that I should find new ways of 'expressing myself'?” Maedhros scowled. “And what if I am needed to assist with transporting stones from the quarry? It is good for the workmen’s morale if I participate in the labour.”

“Nelyo,” Maglor said, collecting himself. “Do you remember the year when Amil persuaded Atar to hire Rauron to oversee the restoration of the Mindon’s mosaics, so that he need not go into Tirion himself?”

“Yes,” said Maedhros, glaring. “And I know exactly where you are going with this. This is not like that. This is warfare, this is lordship, it is not mere… decorative restoration.”

“Decorative? It is good Atar cannot hear you now. But no, that is not what I was getting at. Do you remember, that time he took us with him to show us the project, how obvious it was to us — not to him, of course — how little the craftsmen appreciated his interference? Hóndil all but rolled his eyes right out of his head every time Atar turned his back.”

Maedhros went silent and looked away. Maglor waited. At last, he cleared his throat. “Do you think… ? I am not as bad as Father… ? Really?”

Maglor took several steps over the mossy riverbank to stand behind him. He gave his brother’s back three reassuring pats. “Yes, Nelyo. I’m afraid that is really how they feel about your participation. They respect you of course, immensely. But I fear if you do not leave them a little more space, where their expertise is concerned, it may wear away at their fondness for you. Besides,” he said, nudging Maedhros round to face him, “you have been working too hard. What good is a castle with strong foundations if its lord is brittle with cares?”

“I am not brittle,” Maedhros sneered, and shoved Maglor off him. But then his face broadened into a smile and he shook his head. “Fine, you make a strong case. I only wish you had not used deceit to bring me here.”

“There was no deceit!” cried Maglor. “The sky portends rain tomorrow – it was urgent that you visit this pool of the Gelion while the weather is pleasant.”

Maedhros dragged a long breath through his nose, then released it. “It is so quiet,” he said. 

Not so to Maglor: the Gelion bubbled and rushed and the wind rustled the grasses and the birds chittered in the trees, but he did not trouble to correct his brother. There is noise, and there is sound, and to many the latter is quiet. 

“I can hear myself think,” said Maedhros, “and I do not like it.”

There it was. “Yes, the mind will clamour rather loudly for attention when you have given it no opportunity to be heard for so long. But it will go away.”

Maedhros hummed his agreement.

“You know what helps?” asked Maglor, and winked.

“Cold water,” Maedhros answered, deadpan — and was well-prepared for Maglor’s assault, leveraging his much longer limbs to seize Maglor by the waist as he ran at him, then diverting the momentum to hurl Maglor directly into the pool, fully-clothed.

“You brute!” Maglor cried through his laughter, and swung his arms over a log that drifted near the water’s edge. 

“Repayment for your guile.”

“Fair,” said Maglor, and flopped lazily onto his back. He dipped down — the kicked as hard as he could, sending a spray of water into Maedhros’ face. “Now get in, you insufferable rat!”

“Watch how you speak to your lord!” Maedhros jested. 

Then he sat to pull off his boots and roll his trousers to his knees. Wading in, he hissed when his feet touched the water. Maglor drifted, without interfering, watching the lines of care slowly fade from his brother’s face as he surrendered to the waters of their new home.

[ippokampos]

[lillikoifish]

Ive hit rock bottom guys I am so deep in it now 😔 my 2 week gamer bender of playing TES IV: Oblivion has finally reached its climax. You know which character I am pining for every day? Wishing I could marry? Wishing marriage was a mechanic in my vanilla xbox one game pass version of this game?

Lucien Lachance, the sexy assassin? Nope. Martin Septim, the Sean Bean voiced complex and kind savior? Nope. Janus Hassildor, the vampire count of skingrad who yells at you and we all love being yelled at by sexy authority? NOPE!

ITS THIS FUCKING DORK MAGE.

ALL HE DOES IS READ BOOKS AND GIVE ME GIFTS AND ENCOURAGE ME NICELY AND I WANT HIM SO BAD I WANT HIM SO DAMN BAAAAAAD.

GET ME OUT OF HERE I NEED HELP HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!

[melestasflight]

mel i SO misunderstood the assigment

vinyamar, maglor, fingon, idril. <-prompt that follows the vibe

Turgon, Fingon, Idril & Maglor, summer festival in Vinyamar. Rated G, 550 words. By @polutrope and @melestasflight. On AO3.

“Of all our kin, did you have to bring him along?” Turgon growls at his older brother.

“Vinyamar shall be a city for all, a cultural melting pot of Beleriand, did you not say so yourself?” Fingon says in perfect imitation of Turgon’s own voice, moving his arms about as he does at public speeches, then laughs out loud when Turgon lifts his eyebrows in warning. “Oh come, little brother, cheer up! You well know that none can bring more life to a party than Makalaurë. Half of these people are here to see him perform.” 

“They are here because they take interest in building something new where we can prosper and grow as people.” Turgon has worked hard to ready the halls of Vinyamar for the summer harvest festival, the first to be celebrated in his new city, and he will be damned if a son of Fëanor steals the show. 

“Yes, yes, as you say,” Fingon waves a hand dismissively.

Unappeased, Turgon releases his grip on his brother’s shoulder and glares across the hall at the bodies clustering around the pavilion. The musicians expressly hired for the festival have cleared a space; Maglor directs them as though each were connected by a thread to his fingers, having them arrange his set-up just so. 

“Do at least attempt to look pleased, father.” Turgon starts, and looks back. Idril smiles wide, handing him a short glass of his favourite mint cordial, cleverly disguised as the much stronger liquor others have begun to pass around. “Vinyamar’s first summer festival is proving to be a much greater success than I ever imagined!” She takes a sip of her own drink, eyes crinkled and bright with amusement.

“Thank you,” he says, then: “Yes, I am sure, by the small hours of the morning when all are thoroughly besotted with drink, all will be singing my brother’s praises for ‘turning the mood around’.”

But Idril is only half-listening, watching the performance with glee, and Turgon follows her eyes. Fingon has joined Maglor on the stage, and has brought out some unusual Grey-elven instrument, the horn of some great beast, gilded and marked with holes like a pipe. Fingon blows a first sequence of notes, a fierce vibration of sound. He draws the instrument from his lips, laughing, and Maglor laughs with him. When they resume playing, it is to the accompaniment of stamping feet and, soon, the crowd clapping and singing along, swept up in the rhythm and merriment.

It is contagious, and Turgon cannot keep the smile from dancing over his face. 

“That is better!” Idril cries. “Here, will you keep this for me?” She shoves her drink in his hand; as she runs and leaps towards the pavilion, she hikes her skirts to her knees, baring the glittering silver filigree of her ankles, and dances joyfully before and around Fingon and Maglor’s playing.

Turgon may not understand his brother’s spirited excesses; he may resent Maglor’s enduring popularity; but, he finds such frustrations melt off his shoulders at the simple sight of his daughter dancing, so full of mirth and life.

He looks around, and finding no one is truly paying attention, Turgon downs his cordial, the rest of Idril’s drink, and strides over to join Idril on the dance floor.

[novastrypes]

Tldr; mean comments were unnecessary, still ship bakudeku and togachako, let me be delulu on the Internet, happy for Izuocha, death threats to horikoshi WERENT AND NEVER WILL BE OKAY IF YOU WERE ONE OF THEM GET OUT

Alright my last post about Izuocha becoming canon got some traction and nasty comments

It's nice to have opinions but PLEASE be respectful and don't be mean in comments just because someone expressed they prefer bkdk and togachako instead of izuocha (which I still ship)

I am happy for these 2 fictional beans, and they do look cute together. I didn't mean to come across as "grrr my gay headcanon didn't become canon I must go feral now GRRRR"

I still prefer bakudeku and togachako over izuocha even though they're now canon

I have already seen people using this as a way to be homophobic. "Bkdk shippers now look delusional as always" just because izuocha became canon. I'm sorry but that is not stopping people from making ships

Does that mean I am all for sending death threats to Horikoshi? FUCK NO! and if you were one of the people who did that FUCK OFF FROM MY PAGE YOU HAVE NO PLACE HERE

I don't have time for passive aggressive or straight up mean comments. I just stated my opinion (I understand this is the Internet and people have the right to literally respond to me) but there is no reason to be straight up mean or passive aggressive

I apologize if my original post sounded like I was really upset over bakudeku and togachako not becoming canon, that was not my intention.

Am I upset? A little, but at the end of the day, they're fictional characters, and the world will keep on spinning. So this will leave my mind in the next hour because I have better shit to do than to argue over what fictional character should have ended up with another fictional character. As long as they're the same age and can consent and it's not overly sexualised I AM FINE WITH IT. Hell ship mineta with the girls. I don't care because they are the same age! As long as it's not pedophilic or has a power imbalance like hawks x endeavour (still iffy about this ship because Hawks is a big fan and endeavour could take advantage of him??? Like, yeah, they are adults, but I am iffy about fan x celebrity ships)

What I'm trying to say is ship whoever and whatever you want even if izuocha is canon. I don't care if you'll call me delusional because I still prefer bakudeku and togachako. I am fine with that. Let me be delulu on the Internet.

Again I just respectfully wanted to talk about how izuocha seemed forced but after some passive aggressive and unnecessary mean explanation in the comments, yes I can see why they ended up together. I did say it WASNT UNNECESSARILY OUT OF NOWHERE

Also, yes, I understand people are passionate about these things, but still, there was no need to be mean or passive aggressive :(

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

Here have a denki in these trying times

[xenobotany]

when i was younger mx. nomi-nomi taught me how to make websites on the network. so i made one dedicated to my vriki "polus jr." and i thought it would be vital to share to the masses.

I LOVE POLUS JR!!!!!

[miravariable]

some art i've drawn for the dnd campaign i'm dming for some friends! (they finally met my 2nd important npc, Polus!)