#amarthfaeg muses

[amarthfaeg]

ooc. important announcement ! as of now, these are the muses i'm considering deleting / replacing since they either receive no interactions or i simply no longer have muse for them :

· michaela stone ( manifest, canon )

· pamela beesly ( the office, canon )

· robin scherbatsky ( himym, canon )

· jamie taylor ( the haunting of bly manor, canon )

· rachel amber ( life is strange, canon )

· chloe price ( life is strange, canon )

· alisha daniels ( misfits, canon )

· simon bellamy ( misfits, canon )

if anyone would still like to write with any of these muses, feel free to let me know and we can come up with something. otherwise i will be deleting them and updating my muse list shortly. <3

[sonxofxgondor]

@amarthfaeg \\ Taken from here.

A cordial smile on her face, Arwen shook her head slowly before casting her gaze towards the ground reverently. "My lord, it is I who needs to thank you. You have been nothing but kind in your endeavors, you fight so bravely even for those you do not owe your allegiance to. You are truly a man of honor and it would be a privilege to dine beside you in our grand halls."

Snow from the mountains the shade of her skin, all of the seas found in the sparkle of her eyes. Internal and not, Arwen was a creature of immense beauty and grace. Deserving of the respect she held - both Men and Elves adored the daughter of Elrond - did so much good no matter the cost against herself. As was told from all in the council, Frodo had been saved by her. No longer trapped between the doors of life and death; able to live another day and find peace within it. Known only for a short time, their styles of life still in need to be accustomed to, Boromir grew fond of Arwen and her people despite the start of awkwardness. Troubled waters that would soon turn to a calm and pleasant stream, friendship forged so quickly and as if it had been destined since the beginning times.

"Aragorn is a lucky man, indeed." Boromir mirrored her smile, his arm raised and offered to her to take and hold. "Your people are lucky to have you, also, Arwen. I am lucky, too, for having been blessed with the chance to get to know you better. I do hope that we will have many days together, so that I may continue to learn more. But, my lady, I would love for nothing more than to sit beside you. May I escort you into the hall? I do promise not to tread too quickly!"

[amarthfaeg]

Halbrand was still wearing his disguise, true form concealed underneath the skin of the alleged King of the Southlands, but when the finger that held the ring brushed over Eryniel's lips, it was as if she saw him, really saw him, just for a split heartbeat, before he broke the contact.

"Sauron." The whisper rose from her throat, desperate to be heard, his words and touch leaving ripples of goosebumps across her skin. He was right. There was no reason for her to trust his honey-dripping words, but deep within herself, she knew his promise to be true. He would not kill her if she ran. But it was no act of kindness or love, it was not even mercy. It was control. He knew he was in control, and he knew she would not try to escape.

Feeling like a mere fawn caught in the glowing light of a torch, a sacrificial lamb that had escaped the altar only to be slaughtered by wolves, she stared at him, all his beauty, all his cruelty, her resolve crumbling by the heartbeat. She commanded her legs to move, to carry her far away, but they remained still, body pulled towards him as though he were a black hole ready to devour her, skin and bone.

Halbrand could sense her weakness to darkness... to him. He couldn't help be drawn to her because he knew he had a chance to gain a queen for his dark lands. His dark eyes looked deep into Eryniel's, smirk tugging at his lips as Halbrand let his ring finger brush over her lips with such gentleness that any elf would fall for his charm without knowing his evil. "and yet you remain and stay within my presence? you know I won't kill you if you run because you know you are no use to me dead" he whispered.

Sauron pulled back but still stayed close to her. "Im allowing you to leave but you are far more worthy than what others make of you. you'll be respected by my side, my orcs will bow at the sight of you. you'll be powerful and seen for your powers... take my hand and I will make all of that come true" Halbrand said as he held his hand out for her.

[rangers-arecool]

For this blog only. Last updated: 01.08.24

Replies: 6 @storiedocs - 3, @thegreatstrongbow - 1, @menelvagor - 1 & @sonxofxgondor - 1

Asks: 6 @amarthfaeg - 2, @thegreatstrongbow - 1, @storiedocs - 1, kitxkatrp - 1 & @lightcreators - 1

Starters: 3 @storiedocs | Eruingil & Lyth, @lordsxfgondor | Aragorn & Hal, @saephrond | ?

If I have missed you off, please tell me. My ask box is currently open, DMs are also open or comment below if you would like a random starter to be sent, just say which muse/s. In the meantime, I'll be listening to music and working in Scrivener on the above.

[ofenchantedechoes]

Starter for @amarthfaeg (their muse of Twelfth Doctor):

Clara was sat in her quiet American diner TARDIS, surrounded by all the cue cards she'd prepared for the Doctor to use in, well, social situations. She traced her fingers over the carefully written words, a fond smile on her lips as she read through the sentences. With that, she also remembered the thrill of exploring different worlds, the excitement of facing unknown dangers, and the Doctor's quirkiness. Those adventures were etched into her heart, even if they had been erased from his memory, leaving Clara to cherish them alone…

"There was a reason he chose to erase the memories. You can’t go back in time.” Ashildr's words echoed in her head. Clara sighed. Ashildr had gone off on her own adventure for a few days, with a girl she fancied, so Clara was all by herself.

Maybe, just maybe, a quick hop back in time... No, she couldn’t, the consequences could be dangerous…. But she missed him. Yeah, yep. Yep, she was doing it.

Clara gracefully manipulated the TARDIS controls, her hands dancing across the console as she guided the time machine through the vortex with a mix of determination and nervousness. She set the destination to a time back when the Doctor remembered her.

The TARDIS materialized in a secluded lane just a block away from Clara's apartment, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow amidst the dimly lit surroundings.

Once the brunette turned on the ship's invisibility setting and made sure she was dressed appropriately, she made her way to the apartment that belonged to present-day Clara. After ensuring her present self was nowhere around, she made her way towards the building, only to find the blue box she was so fond of parked in the middle of the garden. Present-day Clara wouldn't be inside, because if she was, the ship would have taken off. She took a deep breath and then ran towards the blue box and through the doors. That was when she blocked every emotion she was feeling, put on the biggest smile, and asked, almost in a funnily authoritative tone,

"Now, where the hell have you been, Doctor?"

[rangers-are-cool-moved]

For: Arwen :: @amarthfaeg Muse: Hal Prompt: Summer, fun & friendship Liked for a Starter call | Rangers

"Ye-no. I don't do parties, you should know that by now, Elrohir."

"I haven't said anything yet!"

"Keyword there: Yet. That means you were going to ask and my answer remains the same. No thank-you." Hal didn't even bother to look up, much to the amusement of the other visiting Rangers. It didn't matter who or what the party was for; she had zero interest in taking part.

The youngest of Lord Elrond’s twins narrowed silver eyes and muttered something in Sindarin about stubborn assed rangers. But he didn't try arguing and left quietly. Too quietly for him.

"He's planning something. Normally he tries to change your mind."

The gender-fluid Ranger pulled her attention away from the paperwork she was doing, only to give Prestadir a smirk. "I'm aware and it won't work either way." That gained snorts and chuckles from the other Dúnedain, before they disappeared to change.

Hal returned her focus to the work she was finishing, ignoring anyone who came to the door of the guest room she was staying in. Although her instincts were on alert mode, in case Elrohir had gone to find someone who could persuade her to attend the party. To which, they would get the same response. No matter who it was. At least, that was her intention.

[amarthfaeg]

permanent starter call: the eleventh doctor

heart this post for a small starter from the doctor. specify your muse if you're multimuse and your preferred mood ( angst, fluff, etc. ) please !

[amarthfaeg]

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: juliet monroe. ( fc: emily browning )

⠀⠀⠀ i’m not scared of god,

⠀⠀⠀ i’m scared he was gone all along.

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muse crafted for the twilight verse as well as other vampire verses such as wwdits, crossovers welcome !

muse background inspired by critically acclaimed album preacher’s daughter by ethel cain. ♱

be advised that muse’s backstory as well as plots with this muse might contain mature and potentially triggering themes such as mentions of blood, religious as well as family trauma, gore and death.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀full story here !

[amarthfaeg]

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: eryniel of lórien.

⠀⠀⠀ mal ámë etelehta ulcullo. / deliver us from evil.

descended from the first elves that were tortured into orcs. a few elves managed to escape, but their minds were never the same. this darkness runs in eryn’s veins as well.

after having to watch her mother succumb to the wickedness within and turn against her own daughter, ery had no choice but to end her mother’s life and her suffering.

having seen her own fate play out before her in the form of her mother, and knowing how her own story will end, she began dedicating her life to fighting her curse.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀full story here !

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[amarthfaeg]

permanent starter call: tauriel

heart this post for a small starter from tauriel, specify muse if needed ! mutuals only please.

[amarthfaeg]

MUSE INTRODUCTION: idis / ælflæd

verse: lord of the rings / tolkien ( canon … somewhat )

parents: elfhild & théoden

culture: rohirrim

fc: marina ruy barbosa ( specifically her character in deus salve o rei )

an original portrayal of idis, a character from early lord of the rings drafts that was later discarded from the story by tolkien because he felt like she was overshadowed by éowyn. due to this, my portrayal will be mostly based on my own headcanons.

story below the cut.

idis is the firstborn and only daughter of king théoden and his wife elfhild. she was still a child when her mother elfhild died in childbirth, giving birth to her younger brother théodred.

despite being the firstborn, idis has always lived in the shadow of her brother, as he was the heir to the throne, and she has been fighting all her life to earn the same recognition from her father.

she grew closer to her cousins éowyn and éomer when théoden took them in, but idis’ relationship with her father became more strained after her brother’s death. while she was mourning, his shadow still loomed over her, even in death.

despite her resentment towards her father, idis has always chosen kindness towards everyone else. spending most of her time outside the city walls, she has been teaching herself to fight, practicing with her cousins she cared for as if they were her own siblings.

[amarthfaeg]

PERMANENT OPEN STARTER for all: eryniel of lórien.

“ the veiled creatures embedded in my story demand blood and sacrifice. i’m almost inclined to give it to them. ” ( aslovewept )

[amarthfaeg]

ooc. it's my first time properly writing tauriel ( i was just testing the waters ) and i did NOT expect to feel this comfortable as her, i actually have so much muse for her so she's definitely one of my primary muses now. <3

[amarthfaeg]

OPEN STARTER: NADJA OF ANTIPAXOS.

“ Γαμώτο … ”

The curse leaves Nadja’s red lips in an instant as her glass filled to the brim with the finest virginal blood spills over, leaving a large stain on her collar. Teeth bared, her canines flash in the flickering lights of her very own vampire nightclub, eyes shooting daggers at the person that had bumped into her.

"Maláka, you are lucky this wasn't my first drink of the night."

[amarthfaeg]

ooc. currently reading the salt grows heavy by cassandra khaw so i’m super tempted to create a siren—like muse that’s been held captive too far from the sea, all teeth and maw and hunger and glimmering scales, whose tears become pearls and whose blood is like syrup … if i made a side blog, would anyone want to write ? 👁️

[amarthfaeg]

"Tell me, Marchwarden, do you ever visit the other Elven realms? Mirkwood, or Rivendell?"

Chin lifting just slightly, he ponders for a moment, expression remaining stoic with just a flicker of nostalgia in his eyes.

"I have not seen Mirkwood or the great valley of Imladris in many years, I am afraid. My duty binds me to the borders of Lórien most days."