#aynur

[macomico]

been playing my ranger a lot lately 💞

[aylen-san]

Fëanor: The Teleri won’t give us ships, but we can’t burn or seize them. We need to find another solution. I’m sure we have alternative ways to achieve our goal.

Curufin: But what if their refusal delays us and complicates our task? Perhaps we should consider other options to speed up the process?

Fëanor: We could learn to build ships ourselves. Let Arafínwë try to negotiate with Olwë, and someone else should attempt to approach the sea Maia.

Curufin: That’s reasonable. However, learning to build ships will require time and resources that we might be limited in. Do you think we can find the right teachers among the sea Maia? And what if our attempts to negotiate with them fail?

Fëanor: I believe that if we show patience and determination, we can persuade the sea Maia to help us. As for the training, we must mobilize our forces and resources to expedite the process. Even if negotiations with Olwë fail, we can always find other ways. The main thing is that we must act decisively and not let our efforts be in vain.

Sea Maia: I see that your intentions are serious, and your drive to build ships is respectful. We Maia have the knowledge that can help you, but it requires mutual respect and trust. We are willing to consider your proposal, but first, we need to understand what goal you are pursuing and how our cooperation can be beneficial for both sides. Why are you so determined to build new ships?

Fëanor: Morgoth killed our king Finwë.

Sea Maia: I understand your pain and anger, but this also requires deep wisdom in your actions. Your goal is clear, and the loss of King Finwë is a tragedy that demands a response. We are willing to discuss possible cooperation, but first, we need to ensure that your intentions will not threaten our stability and the peace we strive to maintain. If you can convince us of your honesty and noble intentions, we will consider providing assistance in building ships.

Fëanor: Our intentions are solely directed at protecting our people and restoring justice. We are prepared to offer you assurances that our cooperation will be based on mutual respect and benefit. We understand the importance of peace and stability and strive to ensure that our aid does not disrupt the harmony you maintain. Let us discuss the details and find a mutual solution that benefits everyone.

Sea Maia: After your explanation, we are willing to offer help. We will provide the knowledge and resources needed for building ships, on the condition that you will abide by our agreements and respect our traditions. Our masters can train your smiths and builders so you can create the ships you need. In return, we expect you to maintain peace and not undertake actions that could threaten our people.

Fëanor: Your agreement and support mean a lot to us. We will respect all conditions and ensure that our cooperation is based on mutual benefit and respect. We will prepare our people for training soon and begin working on the ships. Thank you for your help and understanding.

Fëanor: We have begun training our smiths and builders. Our people are working hard to master new skills and knowledge. I see that progress is being made, and soon our ships will be ready. It is a laborious process, but we will not give up and will do everything possible to achieve our goal.

Curufin: How is the training going? What is the reaction of our masters to the new methods and materials? Are there any difficulties we should consider to speed up the process?

Fëanor: Overall, our masters are showing great enthusiasm and interest in the new task. Some difficulties do arise, particularly in mastering the specific technologies and materials used by the Maia. We are learning from our mistakes and adapting our approaches to improve efficiency. We will also continue close cooperation with the sea Maia to resolve any issues that arise. Our efforts are already beginning to bear fruit, and I am confident that we will soon see the results of our work.

[wordsnpoetry]

i wear the sadness so calmly they think it doesn't hurt anymore but it does

aynur

[kornyo]

I knew an elder dyke in Oregon who had "BUSHVIPR" on her jeep in the 90s and I still think about that to this day 🙏🏼

oh that is AMAZING. obsessed w that genuinely

[puki-art]

I wanted to try some different

[renofmanyalts]

⏳/backstory hourglass: for Maati (or any character of your choice)

(Here's the first prompt fill for my modified version of the FFXIVWrite 2023 challenge! As in previous years, I'm clearing out my [oh god 2 year old] backlog of asks. This year, I am aiming to write to two prompts per week, plus an extra credit/bonus day, if I feel up to it.)

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

Prompt 2: Bark

Who: Maparhi Savaptha, Aynur Savaptha, Hearer Elmott

What: A stranger arrives at Aynur's camp.

Where: The East Shroud, in the area now occupied by Baelsar's Wall.

When: About 30 years ago, early fall

Content notes: Gridania being Gridania

Music: "The Oak" by Spiral Dance (YouTube, Bandcamp, lyrics)

Maparhi woke slowly, scrunching her nose. Outside, the wind danced and tumbled loudly through the slowly-yellowing leaves, playful and purposeful as only autumn wind could be. It was still chilly; only morning. Far too early to get up.

Her mother was not in her usual spot between Maparhi and the entrance, but a comforting warmth still lingered in the furs. She was probably coming right back to bed.

Maparhi was turning to snuggle deeper into the pile of blankets when her skin prickled with the feeling of being watched.

She opened her eyes.

At the open door flap of their home, a strange hyuran man knelt. The sun hung behind him, and she couldn't see his face in the shadow of his wide-brimmed, pointed hat.

Blue. It was deep blue, and so were his robes, and she knew what that meant.

Her heart thumped in her chest, and she tried to shrink beneath the edge of the blanket. Her mother — where was her mother? Maparhi's tail thrashed behind her, trapped under the covers as her ears pricked fruitlessly, scouring the heedless wind for any sign. 

"Don't be afraid, Maparhi," the stranger said, though the rough H went missing when he said it. Although his voice was soft, her name in his mouth made Maparhi startle. When her mother's moccasin-clad feet appeared at his side, Maparhi could see that her fingers were twisted together at her waist, knuckles white.

"But isn't it too soon?" she heard her mother say, quiet, as though fearing to speak the words too loudly.

"Mama?" Maparhi called, hearing her own voice tremble.

"It's al—" Her mother's hands shook as she bit off the word. She muttered something to the man — the Hearer, he must be a Hearer — as she dove past him, pulling Maparhi into her arms.

"I'm sorry, Maparhi," she murmured, the words thick with tears. "I'm so sorry. It's not your fault."

Maparhi clung to her mother's neck, confusion and fear swirling in her chest until she grew dizzy. Outside, the wind gusted around the clearing, tearing leaves from the trees and bowing the grass flat to the earth. The Hearer nearly lost his hat, clapping it to his head with one hand. His eyes grew wide, but he stayed silent.

Her mother was making gentle shushing noises under the wind's howling, fingers combing through Maparhi's hair. "Take a deep breath, beloved. I know, I know, you must be so frightened. But I promise you will be safe, and I promise..." Her mother's arms tightened around her, squeezing her so tightly as if to press her affection into Maparhi's very bones. "...I promise, I love you, always."

It sounded so final, but Maparhi slowly calmed herself in her mother's arms the way she had been guided to do so many times before. She thanked the wind, and she thanked the earth, and bit by bit, she let the tight grip around her heart relax. The gusts calmed. Soon, the wind returned to playing through the leaves as though nothing had happened.

When she emerged from their home, hand-in-hand with her mother, the Hearer — Elmott — introduced himself. Now that she could see beneath his hat, she saw that his face was young, and he had a warm and kindly air. In careful words, he explained what was happening, and Maparhi listened with ears straining toward him, struggling to understand his city accent. She was to come with him to Gridania, to be trained in conjury by Stillglade Fane, because the Elementals had decreed it. 

(At this, Maparhi looked to her mother, flicking her tail to show her puzzlement. Had the wood said anything to her? But her mother simply squeezed her hand reassuringly, though her smile wobbled.)

Hearer Elmott continued his explanation uninterrupted, as though the brief exchange had not happened. Her natural abilities were impressively strong, he said, and this was for her safety — and for the safety of her mother, and of everyone living in the Twelveswood. He was sorry that she had to be taken from her home, but it was necessary so that she could be trained properly, without distraction. He had grown up in the Fane himself, he said, and she would be well-cared-for. 

And that was that.

Nerves still made her limbs shake as Maparhi stood and dressed properly for travel. She was to take nothing with her, the Hearer said, for her every need would be met by the Fane — but as her mother gave her one last hug, she felt a cool weight slip into the neck of her tunic, sliding down until her belt caught it at her waist.

As they traveled west, Maparhi snuck it from her shirt. It was a flat piece of reddish wood, half the width of her small palm, sanded and polished smooth. Into it was carved a tree whose branches and roots spread wide to encompass the whole surface, spilling around the edges. On the other side, nestled between root-tip and leaf, was a hollow that just fit the pad of her thumb.

Carefully, she hid it again, and tried to pretend she did not feel it tapping against her side as she walked in Hearer Elmott's footsteps.

Later, Maparhi would learn that the day she left was her sixth nameday.

[kornyo]

i only have this……………. sry yweyn 😜❤️

is "goth mating season" a ship tag?

it is... it's for some gay necromancer bitches that hate(d) each other's assess but tied their lives together via some ancient ritual because they're dumb and didn't read the fine print and went well oopsie guess we gotta tolerate each other now 🫶 (falls in love)

[mert0133]

[turkishcelebsblog]

Aynur Aydın

[galaksininucunda0]

Öldürdüm bizi bittin sen. Bi daha yalvarsan da boşuna,Anlatsan da. Her lafında bi yalanın gelir aklıma. Şansın bol olsun benden uzaklarda.

Aynur Aydın"Öldürdüm bizi"

[wordsnpoetry]

i'm feeling like a puzzle piece just trying to fit into places i don't belong to

aynur

[mscoyditch]

"After Snow".

By Aynur Akalin > Watercolor Impressionist

[sensizliklesavasirken]

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