#competitions

[scooby-doo-exploration]

canoesfera

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[ohcheezusitsevie]

Evie's Quacktacular Spectacular Celebration (A Competition for No Reason)

Ducks are beautiful(Tommy: Oh, dear God...). And I wanted to celebrate their existence. January 19th is National Duck Day and January 13th is National Rubber Ducky Day...which is bull shit! Everyday, under Evie, is duck day. Why? Because there is nothing greater than a duck and a slab of cheese...man, I love cheese, too. Cheese goes with everything. And ducks? Man's best friend(Tommy: That is a dog, Evie, a dog). IN EVIE LAND...ducks are a man's best friend......Anyway, let's look at 5 great things about ducks!

Any questions so far?! (Finn: What planet are you from?). Daddy! (Tommy: Finn, we know Evie is...different, but let's just get on with it, eh....). Okay, good...any questions about DUCKS? (John: they go well with a nice fig sauce. Arthur: I do like a nice roasted duck...). We don't eat ducks in Evie land! Anyway, seeing as we don't have a single intelligent thought among us about the slide show...I'm moving on......

To celebrate the beauty of ducks, I will host a competition. It is not a serious one, but just something silly for laughs. Anyone in the Peaky Blinders fandom can contribute, whether or not they follow my story. :) As long as you are 18 and over. None of the sections are overly strenuous or hard, but all three are incredibly silly. Please enjoy and there will be prizes! You can join all three, but you cannot submit more than one submission per a game. :) All entries must be submitted by Friday, January 3rd at 8:00pm EST. All winners will be announced Saturday, January 4th at 8:00pm EST. Some Rules: ---> You can enter all three games, but you can only submit once per a game. You can win a spot in all three, but you can't win #1 in more than one.

---> You don't have to follow Novashelby or ohcheezusitsevie, but all submissions have to be submitted to ohcheezusitsevie. You want to submit it through the ask box and you can't be on anon!

---> For the drawing, it has to be YOUR OWN. For the joke, you can use a previously published one, just tell me where you got it.

In game one, you will submit a little drawing that you did of a duck. You are probably wondering to yourself, I CAN'T DRAW. And guess what? You should still do it because it is funny and for fun. I am not judging on accuracy or artistic skills. I am judging solely on how much I smiled and giggled. :) This drawing doesn't have to take fancy art supplies or a lot of time. Just a pencil is fine! Prizes: -> There are 3 winners spots and so, there are 3 prices. ->1st Place: You will win a 1,000 word one-shot. Nova, my creator, will write anything of your choosing within the Peaky Blinders Fandom. It can be an OTP, smut, fluff, Y/N, and so on and so forth. ->2nd Place: You will win an 800 word one shot that abides by the same rules as above. -> 3rd Place: You will win a 500 word One Shot that abides by the same criteria as above!

This one is really silly! And kind of a lie because...there are no ugly ducks(Finn: Really? I can name one-OW!). Ignore him, he's insignificant. In this game, you will find the "ugliest" duck picture you find and submit it. The one that makes me snort my choccy milk out of my nose the hardest, wins. These pictures should be kind to the ducks...obviously nothing that shows abuse or neglect. We don't like that in Evie land. And no ducks with fig sauce on it, either....(John: ☹️). Prizes:

->There will be three winners, and so there will be three prizes.

-> 1st Place: You will win a Moodboard of your chosen theme, and Nova will surprise you with a 200 word drabble. ->2nd Place: You will win a Moodboard of your chosen theme, and Nova will surprise you with a 100 word drabble. -> 3rd Place: You will win a Moodboard with a 50 word drabble of your choice.

For this game, you can either send in an original joke or the funniest one you find. They have to be duck oriented, but no jokes about abuse or eating ducks. :( Only duck friendly jokes. If you get it from elsewhere, you should tell me where. :) And the joke that makes daddy laugh the most, wins. (Tommy: what?! Evie, you can't just subject people to things...I did not agree to this. Am I being compensated?). And that will be hard, considering Daddy hasn't laughed since 1914.....I'll give him some whiskey before...

Prizes:

-> There will be three winners and three prizes!

->1st Place: 350 word drabble of your chosen themes and characters. -> 2nd Place: 250 word drabble of the same criteria as above. ->3rd Place: 150 word drabble of the same criteria as above!

Well, that's it for now folks! I urge everyone to join whether or not they are familiar with me. :) It is all for silly laughs and fun, and Miss. Nova just wants people to have a good time. There is no need to follow or be following Nova or me. Remember, all submissions should be entered here at this blog, not Novashelby. If you have any questions, remember to ask them at this blog as well. :) Remember, adhere to the deadlines and rules.

Have fun my ducky friends!

[awesomecooperlove]

WILIAM COOPER - THE ROMAN CIRCUS

🧅🧅🧅

[the-lark-not-the-dove]

I have four potential pieces to enter into the fair. The two pieces with the most votes are the ones I will enter. (I would enter them all but I don't have the materials to protective seal all 4 of them) (I have to print them off)

[nicothesleepy]

HOLY FUCK I HAVE COMPS FOR COLORGUARD NEXT WEEK. SOMEONE GOVE ME HCS TO COPE IM SO SCARED.

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

Wearing Your (not) Boyfriend’s Clothes Part 2 (Ishimondo Week 2024, Day Four)

And despite not knowing if I'd be able to finish or not, here's day four's entry! It's a continuations of yesterday's fic, since the premise worked for both "role swap" and "competition." This just finishes up the competition I introduced in the first chapter. Both of them. ;-)

I don't have too much more to say, other than I will be posting my next (and prolly last) fic for Ishimondo week tomorrow! This one is in Taka's POV and is also sweet. Just dumb fluff and angst in the form of Taka's anxiety. :-) I still need to finish the ending, but I should hopefully be able to do that before the morning. :-)

You can find the chapter here

Chapter 1

Summary:

“Am I… am I having a stroke…? I’m having a stroke, aren’t I?” Leon asks, eyes wide as he looks at the rest of their classmates at their usual table, who are looking as confused and freaked out as he is. Mondo lets his eyes wander the room then, feeling both giddy and nervous when he sees that they’re currently the center of attention of the whole room. …  “I wouldn’t think so, Kuwata-san. It seems that the esteemed Ishimaru-san and Owada-san have simply decided to merge their beings together to create the ultimate symbol of hope. How wonderful,” the weirdo Nagito suddenly chimes in, cheery voice as grating as always. Mondo turns his glare to the weirdo, but doesn’t say anything, like he usually would. Sadly, while Mondo usually never hesitates to curse the fucker out whenever he’s being his creepy, weirdo self, Taka tends to ignore him, unless he’s breaking the rules. Which he usually isn’t, unfortunately. Being weird isn’t against the rules, Taka always claims.  But then— “Fuck off, Nagito,” Taka suddenly states boldly, a scowl on his face that is such a good imitation of Mondo’s usual scowl that he honestly can’t look away even if he wanted to. 

[the-real-things-tournament]

The Real Things Tournament Intro Post and Rules!

no real people

no animals

no abstract things like "time" or "tennis" (but tennis balls, tennis courts, and tennis rackets are allowed)

stuff from the internet is allowed

just keep it real

if you're not sure if a thing is allowed feel free to ask but just so you know i'll probably allow it

submit as many things as you want but only submit one thing per submission

brackets will be random

please send propaganda through asks or in the notes of polls!

have fun!! (and be nice!)

BRACKETS WILL BE POSTED AND VOTING WILL START MONDAY 5/22/23

List of submissions that I've gotten so far

Some tags: The Real Things Tournament Info Stuff Asks

Summoning a few bigger competition blogs under the cut just for exposure

@most-mistreated-characters

@best-dad-battle

@worstqueerbaittournament

@iconic-post-bracket

@thecompetitionshowdowntournament

@character-of-all-time

@baldguy-fight

[sarahreadsdccomics]

shame blog #9

i fucked up on my science presentation bad. i lost a nice earring my mom bought me. didn't bake anything for valentines day like i usually do. honestly never getting around to doing science fair, science studying, or history studying. really far behind on my art project. my hw is rotting in a corner while i rot in bed.

start a shame blog so u too can shame urself on the internet to get ur shit together

[enormous-moose]

Anyone who says American cooking shows are the worst obviously wasn't around for the baked Alaska debacle of the great British bake off.

[manonamora-if]

Another late weekly devlog... but this time I didn't forget, YAY! Also taking this space to announce I will be more or less offline for the next two weeks at least. I may pop up here and there, maybe dropping some stuff unannounced...

Anyway, let's recap what's been done this past week(s):

This is super recent - aka just now - and completely done last minute, but I've added another template to the Template Assets page! The Title Page Template, with 7 different ways of making a simple title/menu/landing page for SugarCube Projects (both with the BaseUI and Custom). Download it here!

Also complete, published and downloadable, is the SugarCube Guide! Loads of words, loads of code, updated explanations and fixed examples. And now you can use it offline! Get it there!

Also, I should have access to a Mac laptop in a few days (for a week), so I'll try to see how to make the Tweego Folder useable for Mac computers!

Also, also, I'll be adding all these to GitHub soon (promise) so to track issues report in the repos...

Anyways, if you've tried any of those assets, consider leaving a little comment or a rating :) Or send me the link to your project!

MelS completed all edits for Chapter 5 and sent it back to me. I'm doing one last sweep at the document for missed comments and grammar before I'll start coding.

In the meantime, he's back writing for Chapter 6.

It's been busy town here lately, so not much more progress on anything else. I've mainly been playing games in my down time (see @manonamora-if-reviews, I'm trying to finish the Comp 2 months late!) or trying to hack at projects, or organising secret stuff.

Loads of stuff happening in the close future:

The ShuffleComp entries will start trickling in in the next few weeks. Voting will start just after the New Year!

The SeedComp Round 2 has started! If you are looking for an idea to make a game, almost 100 seeds were submitted this season. Deadline to create a game based on those seeds is end of February!

Made a short game this year (>30min play)? Want people to talk about it? Check out the IF Short Game Showcase! They accept up to 3 entries!

Also recently started, the annual Partim 500. It's like the @neo-twiny-jam but in French and with a theme!

The Second Round of the XYZZY Awards will be happening very soon.

Other fun stuff happening soon:

The Queer Vampire Game Jam starting in January

The Zack Jam starting in January

The Text Adventure Literacy Jam 2024 (parser IF) starting in March

The SpringThing also in March (you need to submit an intent before March!)

Other jams happening with the @neointeractives (TBA)!!

I think that's about it for now :)

I'm going back to pressing business :/

[scooby-doo-exploration]

FROM : dreamer-786

Select your favorite THEMES listed under ‘TAG’, top bar menu in ‘Archive’: https://scooby-doo-exploration.tumblr.com/archive

[fieriframes]

[I'm the only one that makes the rub And everything changes you, and you change everything. I've used this in competitions.]

[tiikerikani]

Because my motivations for and my way of painting is very vibes-based and experimental rather than about skill, given my experience last year with the ridiculously technically well-executed but often kinda boring work (even in the Novice category) I was very hesitant to enter stuff in the Ropecon miniature painting contest this year.

However, the organizers decided to take a page from various international contests and switched to an open competition format, which means that instead of awarding first, second, and third in each category, they can give out as many gold, silver, and bronze awards in each category as they feel deserve it. Think of it like committing to have multiway ties. (Each standard category, i.e. those by figure type, still has a single "best of category" award.) This works well for large contests with a lot of participants (top-tier international events have thousands upon thousands of entries) and I guess this is getting kinda big, and maybe the same handful of people won't sweep all the prizes.

There's also the benefit that a competitor can enter multiple different works in the same category (and you can be awarded either for individual pieces from your entries, or your whole lot). The idea being that you can show off more of your stuff as well.

So, I figured I'd throw a bunch of stuff at the Beginner (still think Novice is a better translation) category and see if anything sticks. Honestly not very optimistic that being able to give more prizes would mean the bar to getting one would lower by much.

But hey, get this

(You haven't seen a couple of these yet, since registering them in the contest made me finish them.)

I think I spent the longest on that figure.[1] I couldn't tell you what exactly they liked about it—you can get feedback from the judges if you want but I have a policy against asking for general feedback (regardless whether complimentary or critical).[2] I'd say my favorite parts of it are everything except the human figure itself—the base, the cloak, the weapons. I eventually did put some proper snow texture paste on it too, and this may or may not have been a mistake...

Anyhoo, when you get the commendation card it means you're in the running for a trophy!

They are ridiculously cute.

I guess I'll have to paint the category and year onto the nameplate area on the bronze trophy myself. (which is fine, I can do tiny lettering.)

They'd set up a photobooth with a proper camera and all to take the photos of the winners for the awards show but they were kind of terrible? I can take better pictures with my phone:

And I really am not aiming for the same level of technical perfection as folks who do this so-called "display painting"[3], so I don't feel particularly eager to "graduate" to the standard categories. (Also yes, you could still say the same handful of people swept the gold (and a lot of the silver) trophies, but more people got to take home at least a bronze.) But maybe the competition isn't quite big enough yet to split off professional painters into their own categories.

So I think I'd still prefer to show my work in a non-competitive way. Especially if it means I can provide some interpretive context since so many of my pieces are quite personal. I dunno, I feel that making art, or at least what I make, shouldn't be a contest. If they could have a non-competitive display area it might let people show more experimental or joke/gimmick pieces that aren't necessarily high on the technical scale. Might even encourage beginners to share what they're doing instead of being scared off by the sheer quality of work overall.

__________

[1] The turquoise cape and black skirt on the other one also took a substantial amount of time but I don't remember how much

[2] I was somewhere else and wouldn't have had time to ask anyway.

[3] I don't play games with my figures, so any piece I am happy to share on social media is a "display" piece to me.

__________

Bonus picture: somebody's really tiny bust. The pieces are from the same wizards kit that I used for my band tribute figures.

[aylen-san]

The Angbandi Misadventures of Finrod and Caranthir

A special atmosphere always reigned in the dark and damp corridors of Angband. Here, under the arches of the ancient fortress, many creatures spent their eternal days, each of them engaged in their own dark affairs. But recently an amazing story happened here, in the center of which were two captives - Finrod Felagund and his cousin Caranthir.

They sat in one of the cages, the grinding of metal and the ominous laughter of orcs were heard around them. Finrod, for all his wisdom and nobility, tried to remain calm and even find a kind of pleasure in it.

- Well, Caranthir, how do you like your new home? “Finrod, leaning his elbows on the cold bars, tried to defuse the situation.

“How can I tell you, cousin,” Caranthir sighed heavily, looking at the web, decorated with diamonds from the terrifying children of Ungoliant. “It feels like they invited me to a party and then forgot to let me out.”

At that moment one of Morgoth's dark servants approached the cage, Mayron, commonly known as Sauron. He was in a great mood, because he had just completed his new project - the ventilation of Angband, which, however, accidentally dug a tunnel to the other side of Arda.

- Oh, hello, gentlemen elves! How do you like our apartments? - He smiled, tilting his head to the side.

— Apartments? — Caranthir asked gloomily. “Are you sure it wasn’t Manwe who hit you on the head?” There's not even a chandelier here!

“Ah, well, the chandelier is a fixable matter,” Sauron waved his hand. - But look at the web! Exclusive moss! These are true works of art!

Finrod chuckled, but before he could say a word, Sauron continued:

— By the way, we have news here: Manwe divorced Varda. They say that because of him, the stars are scattered throughout Angband. Ventilation, you know, works in both directions.

Caranthir raised an eyebrow.

- Are these really stars? - Finrod spoke up. - I think it's dandruff. Glowing and hot.

Sauron hesitated, unable to find anything to respond to such an apt remark. However, Finrod decided to change the topic so as not to bring the situation to the point of absurdity.

- Listen, Myron, what about taxes here? Here we are with Karantir We thought maybe we’d start a local budget. Karantir even prepared the necessary documents for this.

Sauron sighed in irritation.

- documentation? Oh, how is it...Noldor! First they create Silmarils, then the tax system. But, you know, Finrod, I like it. Maybe let's start with something simple? For example, a mortgage payment.

— For what mortgage? - Caranthir was surprised.

“For the one you take by staying here,” Sauron grinned. “Now everything here is according to the law.” Here is a piece of paper with a seal, indestructible, like The Silmarils.

Finrod, trying to hold back a smile, shook his head and almost twirled his finger at his temple.

- Well, if that’s the case, then it’s time to have a housewarming party! We will come with the whole company: the Lord on a mobile throne, a detachment of balrogs, a squadron of dragons led by Onkalogoshy“The first punitive regiment of orcs... and me, with my little dragon,” Sauron thought, imagining this picture.

- What a company!

“Great,” he finally said. — Just keep in mind that we have high fees for utilities. Drafts and dampness are to support the life of the dark ones. And the heating, you know, comes from volcanoes.

Caranthir sighed, realizing that they couldn’t get out of this fun so easily. New adventures and negotiations with the dark rulers awaited them, but one thing was clear: it would not be boring in Angband.

Finrod and Caranthir had already begun to get used to their new position. Moreover, Sauron, as it turned out, was a lover of all sorts of adventures and knew how to find funny solutions to the most unexpected problems. But one thing was clear: they were definitely not in danger of boredom.

On the day when the official "improvement work" of Angband began, Finrod and Caranthir watched the bustle of dark creatures. Balrogs swept the corridors with their fiery whips, dragons altered the ventilation, and orcs, with an important air, carried documents to the new office.

Finrod smiled as he looked at Caranthir.

- You know, you can put on a good show here. Imagine, "Anngband Evenings with Feanor." Let him show his tricks with pebbles.

Caranthir laughed at the sight.

- Yes, Feanor as the host! And you should definitely invite Ungoliant as a judge to the web competition. She's a master at this.

Sauron, hearing their conversation, approached with interest.

- What do you mean? Are we planning a new entertainment project here?

Finrod nodded.

- Yes, Myron. We thought, why not do something like "Angband Evening Shows"? Let the dark creatures have fun and compete. You'll see that there will be fewer cracks.

Sauron thought.

- And what? Not bad idea. So, I write down: “Angband evenings with Feanor”, web competitions, tricks with pebbles... What else?

Caranthir raised his hand.

- Songs and dances! Let the orcs show their talents. And dragons can be allowed into light shows. Vaughn Cancer can put on a real fire show!

Finrod added:

— And there must be a section of poetry readings. I personally I read it his poems about the golden times of Beleriand.

Sauron chuckled.

- Excellent, gentlemen. So let's do it. I think the Lord will like it. He hasn't seen a good performance in a long time.

At that moment, a group of goblins ran down the corridor, carrying a huge roll of duct tape. Finrod watched them with curiosity.

- What is it?

Sauron waved his hand.

- Oh, Manwe came up with it. An attempt to mend the cracks in Arda. We're still hoping that duct tape will help.

Finrod and Caranthir looked at each other and laughed. Meanwhile, deep in Angband, preparations began for the big show. For the first time in a long time, there was an atmosphere of anticipation of a holiday.

The day has come"Angband evenings with Feanor." All the inhabitants of the fortress gathered in the huge hall. Balrogs took places along the walls, dragons sat on the balconies, orcs crowded around the stage, and in the center of the hall, on a special podium, sat Morgoth in his mobile throne.

Sauron, in a shiny black suit, walked onto the stage and took the microphone.

- Ladies and gentlemen, dark creatures and terrible creatures! Welcome to the first Angband Evening Show! Today we are waiting for amazing performances, competitions and, of course, our special guest performance - Feanor and his magic stones!

The hall exploded with applause and roars. Finrod and Caranthir sat in the front row, smiling and enjoying the spectacle. Soon Feanor himself appeared on the stage, dressed in a bright suit and with a bag full of multi-colored stones.

- Good evening, Angband! - he announced loudly. - Today I will show you how to create magical lamps and incredible decorations!

While Feanor demonstrated his tricks, Ungoliant sat on the jury, evaluating the webs that her children wove. The orcs sang their songs and the dragons arranged fire show, illuminating the hall with bright flashes of fire.

Lord Morgoth, despite his usual gloom, seemed pleased. He even applauded several numbers, especially when Finrod read his poems.

The evening ended with a grandiose light show from Cancer, who released a huge ring of fire into the sky of Angband, symbolizing the eternal power and beauty of the dark art.

Finrod and Caranthir smiled as they left the hall.

“You know, Finrod,” said Caranthir, “perhaps it’s not so bad that we were captured.” We've made Angband a little more fun.

Finrod nodded.

- Yes, cousin. Perhaps we actually did our part. Now, let's go and see how our plan for the improvement of Angband is progressing.

And they, laughing, went to their temporary apartments, preparing for new adventures in this amazing, albeit dark, corner of Arda.

After the success of the first Angband Evening Show, Finrod and Caranthir became the real stars of the dark fortress. Their idea for the show proved so popular that Lord Morgoth even ordered it to be made a weekly show.

The day after the holiday, Finrod and Caranthir gathered in their new “office” - a small room with windows overlooking the abyss. Here they planned the next events, discussed new ideas and addressed complaints from local residents.

“Caranthir,” Finrod began, “we need something special for the next show.” How about a cooking competition? Let the orcs show off their culinary talents.

Caranthir thought about it.

- Sounds good. But who will judge? I don't think many people will agree to try orc dishes.

Finrod smiled.

- Think, Glauring agree. He has a stomach of steel. In addition, he loves all sorts of exotic dishes.

At that moment, the door burst open and Sauron burst into the room. He looked nervous and a little disheveled.

- Guys, we have a problem! - he said, breathing heavily. — Vladyka found out that you are going to organize a culinary competition. He wants to participate, but there is one “but”.

- What's happened? - asked Finrod.

Sauron lowered his voice.

— He demands that all dishes be prepared from ingredients that he personally approves. And he has already chosen the main contestant - Ankalagoshu.

Karantir whistled.

— Cancer? Cooking dragon? It will be a spectacle.

Finrod, realizing the seriousness of the situation, sighed.

- Okay, we'll figure something out. The main thing is that everything goes smoothly.

The day of the next show arrived. The hall was decorated to match the culinary festival: the tables were covered with black tablecloths, cobwebs hung on the walls, and in the center there was a huge kitchen, specially equipped for the participants.

First on stage Cancer. In his paws were huge pots and pans. Orcs followed him, carrying ingredients approved by Morgoth.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Sauron began, acting as the host, “welcome to our culinary competition!” Today our participants will show their culinary skills, and they will be judged by none other than Glauring himself!

The hall exploded with applause. Finrod and Caranthir watched from the wings, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Cancer began his speech. He deftly juggled the ingredients, releasing flames from his mouth to fry the meat. The orcs, looking at him, tried to keep up, preparing their dishes.

Glauring, sitting at the judges' table, looked pleased. He watched with interest every movement of the participants.

When the competition came to an end, all participants laid out their dishes on the tables in front of the judges. Glauring started tasting. The first dish he tried was cooked Ankala Goshey. The dragon sniffed it, then tasted it carefully.

- Perfect! - exclaimed Glauring. — Onkalagosha, you are not only a master of destruction, but also of cooking!

The hall again burst into applause. The orcs, although they did not win, looked pleased, knowing that their efforts were appreciated.

Finrod and Caranthir, seeing that everything was successful, breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, Caranthir,” said Finrod, “it seems that our show is becoming more and more popular.”

Caranthir nodded, smiling.

- Yes, cousin. But do you know what we need next? Chess tournament between balrogs and dragons. This will be epic.

Finrod laughed.

- You always know how to cheer up. Well, let's go get ready for the next show.

And they, laughing and discussing new ideas, set off to prepare another grand performance for the inhabitants of Angband. After all, life here is never boring when Finrod and Caranthir are at the helm of the show.

Finrod and Caranthir enthusiastically set about decorating Angband, transforming its gloomy corridors and halls. Their goal was clear: to make the fortress not only a terrifying symbol of dark forces, but also a place where everyone could enjoy aesthetics and beauty.

They started by deciding to use the web of Ungoliant's children as silk for decorations. They negotiated a supply of webs with Ungoliant, and soon spools of the material began arriving in Angband.

Finrod, dressed in a work apron, stood in the middle of the hall, unrolling a web.

- Caranthir, just look at this material! It is strong, shiny and surprisingly flexible. You can create amazing things from it.

Caranthir, armed with scissors and a needle, winked.

- Yes, cousin. Imagine curtains of gossamer in Morgoth's throne room. It will look simply gorgeous.

They started working. The web was stretched onto frames, draperies were created from it, and even used to make complex patterns on the walls. The Balrogs, looking at their work, watched the process with interest.

Sauron soon joined them to check on the progress of the project.

- Well, gentlemen, how are things going? - he asked, looking at the new decorations.

Finrod, proudly pointing to one of the walls, replied:

- See for yourself, Myron. We have already decorated half the hall. Silk fits perfectly into the interior, and the patterns give it grandeur.

Sauron nodded, noticing how the web shimmered in the light of the torches.

- Impressive. The Lord will be pleased. But I have one more task for you. The throne room needs to be transformed. It should look so that everyone who enters immediately understands that power rules here.

Caranthir scratched his chin thoughtfully.

- I have an idea. Let us create a great web tapestry of Morgoth in his full glory. This will be the central element of the hall.

Finrod, supporting the idea, added:

— And around the tapestry you can hang lamps made from our new “elven light bulbs.” Let the light emanate from the web, creating a feeling of mystical radiance.

Sauron nodded approvingly.

- Then get started. You have everything you need. I'll be back to see the results.

Finrod and Caranthir worked tirelessly. They created a tapestry, putting all their skill into it. The webs wove into intricate patterns, depicting Morgoth with his crown and powerful gaze. Lamps were installed around the tapestry, which emitted a soft but bright light, giving the hall solemnity and mystery.

When everything was ready, they invited Sauron to inspect it. He entered the hall and froze in place, amazed by what he saw.

- This is incredible! - he exclaimed. - You exceeded all expectations. The Lord will be delighted. The main thing is not to break Arda in a fit of emotion.

Soon Morgoth himself came to see the results of the work. His usually stern face softened for a moment as he saw the new look of the throne room.

“You have done a great thing, Finrod and Caranthir,” he said. “Your skill is admirable.” Now this hall truly reflects my power and greatness.

Finrod and Caranthir, standing side by side, bowed modestly. They knew that their work not only beautified Angband, but also helped to establish, albeit temporary, peace between the light and dark forces. And who knows what other amazing projects await them ahead in this gloomy, but now beautiful corner of Arda.

Finrod and Caranthir, after completing the decoration of the throne room, decided to explore the far corners of Angband, which were rarely visited even by the inhabitants of the fortress themselves. In one of the tunnels they came across an old ventilation shaft leading to uncharted depths.

- I wonder where this leads? — Caranthir said thoughtfully, standing at the edge of the shaft and looking down.

Finrod, always ready for adventure, smiled.

- Let's check. Who knows what we might find. Maybe this is the path to new treasures or a secret exit.

They began to descend the shaft, which seemed to go deeper and deeper. Soon they found themselves in a small cave, the walls of which were covered with strange glowing moss.

“This must be the ventilation system,” Finrod suggested, feeling the walls. - But why is it needed here, in such depths?

Caranthir noticed a narrow tunnel leading further.

- Maybe we should go this way? He looks interesting.

They continued on their way until they reached a room with an unexpectedly high arch, behind which an unusual light could be seen.

-What kind of light is this? - Caranthir was surprised.

Finrod, cautiously approaching, noticed that the light was coming from behind the arch, where the air seemed transparent and unusually cold.

“I think we should move on,” he said. “But be careful, something is clearly unusual here.”

They walked through the arch and felt their bodies become lighter. After a few steps, they discovered that they were not touching the floor, but were slowly floating in the air.

- Is this... weightlessness? — Caranthir said stunned, making clumsy movements in the air.

Finrod, trying to maintain his balance, laughed.

- Looks like it. Who would have thought that there were such places in Angband.

They floated in zero gravity, trying to understand how this was possible. They soon noticed that the room ended with a huge window looking out into space. Behind him could be seen the stars and endless darkness.

“We are at the edge of the world,” Finrod said in shock. - This must be a spacewalk.

Caranthir, still not believing his eyes, shook his head. Even he was amazed.

- How is this possible? What an incredible place. But what now?

Finrod, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, began to think.

“I think we should explore this place.” Who knows what secrets are hidden here.

They began to explore the room, discovering many strange and wonderful things. infatuationthose who went there withby chance: artifacts that clearly belonged to other worlds, records in unknown languages and star charts.

“This is incredible,” said Caranthir. “It looks like there was once a scientific base here that studied space.”

Finrod, having read one of the entries, nodded.

- Looks like it. It talks about traveling beyond Arda and exploring other worlds. Perhaps these ventilation shafts were part of a system that communicated with space.

At that moment, Sauron entered the room, looking extremely pleased.

“I see you found our little secret,” he said with a smile. “This is an old laboratory, built before the fall of the Lord. Here they studied space and the possibilities of traveling beyond it.

Finrod and Caranthir exchanged glances.

- So what now? - asked Caranthir.

Sauron, still smiling, approached them.

“Now we can use this place for our purposes.” Imagine: exploration of other worlds, new technologies and knowledge. And you, my dear prisoners, can become part of this great adventure.

Finrod, inspired by Sauron's words, nodded.

- We agree. Let's explore this place and find out all its secrets.

After Finrod and Caranthir set off on their space adventure, Angband breathed a sigh of relief for the first time in a long time. Life in the fortress became calm again, if one can say so about a place where fires blaze everywhere, dragons roar and hordes of orcs march.

The Balrogs, sitting in the throne room, discussed the latest news.

“They're finally gone,” one of them said, sipping his fiery drink. “These elves with their ideas and decorations just drove me crazy.”

“Yes, now at least you can calmly walk along the corridors without tripping over new curtains or lamps,” agreed the other, taking a sip from his goblet.

Sauron, sitting on the throne temporarily while Morgoth was busy with his dark affairs, smiled contentedly.

- Everything goes according to plan. No more surprise projects or decorations. Now we can focus on our real goals.

But the calm did not last long. A few weeks later, when everyone had already become accustomed to the new order, something unexpected happened again in Angband.

Caranthir, also removing his helmet, added:

One evening, as Sauron was checking his notes, the door to the hall burst open, and Finrod and Caranthir appeared on the threshold. They were wearing strange suits that resembled spacesuits, and behind their shoulders were huge backpacks full of unknown instruments.

- We have returned! - Finrod exclaimed joyfully, tearing off his helmet and looking around the hall. — We have a lot of amazing news for you!

Caranthir, also removing his helmet, added:

“We found a whole galaxy full of resources and opportunities. This is simply incredible!

The hall froze in silence. Balrogs, dragons and orcs stared at the elves with genuine amazement and horror. Sauron, having difficulty restraining his emotions, rose from his throne.

- How did you... get back? - he asked, trying to look calm.

Finrod and Caranthir, not paying attention to the confusion of those around them, began to lay out their finds on the table.

“We have discovered new materials that can strengthen the walls of Angband,” Finrod explained, showing strange metal plates. “And these devices can generate energy that far exceeds all our sources.”

Caranthir, waving a strange device, added:

- And that is not all. We have developed new ventilation systems that will provide an ideal climate in any part of the fortress. Even in the throne room there will be no more drafts!

Sauron, realizing that it would be impossible to avoid new changes, sighed and looked at his comrades.

- Well, it looks like we'll have fun again.

So, Finrod and Caranthir set to work again, transforming Angband with their new ideas and technologies. And although the dark inhabitants of the fortress sometimes dreamed of the former peace, they could not help but admit that with the return of the elves their life had become much more interesting. A It would be better if they didn’t return it at allis.

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I AM SO HAPPY THE PERFORMING ARTS COMP I WAS IN, IN THE DANCE BIT (I did instrumentals and vocals), THEY DID LIGHT EM UP BY FALL OUT BOY AND I NEARLY DIED I WAS SO HAPPY!!! They claim to not like fob lmao