#eowyn research

[ooops-i-arted]

Collecting my research here for easy access. As I did when I was a young hobbit spending hours on dial-up for any scrap of LotR costume info, I heavily relied on Alleycatscratch and Costumers' Guide. I will be using the names they use to refer to the costumes.

This outfit was cut from TTT (it originally appeared when Eowyn was fighting orcs in Helm's Deep to allow her people to escape) but was made using components of others: the blue gown is from the Refugee outfit she wears after leaving Edoras onward (sometimes covered by the brown riding coat) and the corset is the same as the white/brown Shieldmaiden dress she wears in RotK and in many of promo images. I am planning to make the Shieldmaiden dress for War of the Rohirrim so I may as well kill two orcs with one stone!

I was doubting if the skirt was split because of the looks in the first and last images, but on my desktop I can see the split more clearly on the gif and you can also see it much clearer here:

Of course given that the split appears to be two different lengths in the images above, there could be two versions of the dress. We know the LotR costumers made multiple versions of everything for sizing reasonings so it's not out of the realm of possibility (afaik Eowyn never had a size double, but perhaps there was one for her scenes with Gimli). It could also just be the corset affecting the way the dress falls, which seems more likely.

For a bit I debated if I wanted the skirt split for looks, but since it's clearly there I'm going to make it split for accuracy, even though I am not going for 100% accuracy in this costume. I am also not going to be accurate with the seams for the collar/neck piece as seen in the dress-only pic above, though I am going to draft my own pattern for the dress because none of the ones I have suit what I want. I am going to do princess seams to make it a bit more fitted (kind of like the Cara top I drafted) but want the skirt to be fuller with only front/back/side seams. I should have a skirt or two I can use as reference for how full I want to make it. The actual fabric is also threaded with gold throughout but I will settle for a blue-grey and not worry about that. The bodice on the pattern I finally found previously (Simplicity 4940, which I bought originally for my Arwen cosplay) looks good for except for some minor tweaks like the neckline and probably lengthening it, but I want to make the dress mockup first so I can fit it over. The real bodice is actually two pieces (bodice and corset) but since this costume is "due" by the end of March I'm going to make the bodice first, hopefully with trim and quilting details to look like the full piece, and add the corset if I had time or in the future when I make my Shieldmaiden costume. (War of the Rohirrim release date is December 2024 rn so I should have time along with the Eowyn as Dernhelm costume I promised my sister.)

The plan thus far:

Create dress pattern and mockup

Create bodice mockup

Make dress

Make bodice

Purchase brown leggings for underneath, possibly wear boots already owned

If time - make corset

If time - boot covers so I can wear tennis shoes with supports because the boots I am eyeing pinch my feet

[essenceofarda]

slowly chipping away at some Farawyn Star Wars Au doodles 👀

[thelegendofeowyn]

I can't find the original post that helped me to discover this community, but I wanted to spread the word in case anyone else doing research for writing projects needs to know about it!

I recently posted there if anyone here happens to know the answers to my questions:

Signal Boost for Writers: Research & Fact-checking comm on Dreamwidth

There used to be a great Livejournal community called "Little Details" that helped all kinds of fiction writers (fanfiction, original works, DMs etc.) with their research and fact-checking.

That comm no longer exists, but it has now opened again on Dreamwidth!

It's also possible to ask a question anonymously, the moderator has made an extra post for that; it's explained in the rules and guidelines post at the top of the page.

[coopsgirl]

Two new snail species named after Tolkien characters

New snails just dropped named after Eowyn and Merry ���️

[systlin]

Hi! I know it may seem like I just randomly followed you, but I’m doing a research project on the Eowyn Challenge and while going through decade-or-more-old LiveJournal, Reddit, and tumblr posts, I came across a post where your mom was Ranger Jewel?!? Please let her know (if you’d like) that I tackle parts of the Challenge every year and that hopefully I can put together a coherent narrative about women, fandom, and early internet communities surrounding Tolkien’s work.

P.S. I also followed because your blog is cool :)

....holy fuckingigng SHITTT

YES, my mother is Ranger Jewel. I grew up going on hiking trips with Karen Wynn Fonstad. Karen Wynn Fonstad taught me to make fandom maps and was the first one to read the first draft of my Systlin stories.

I NEED to text her that there are people doing research projects on this. Wow. It was so normal for me to go on walks with mom and track the miles to map to the challenge that I didn't even think about it. I run almost daily on the same stretch of road from our house to the county line road that Mom walked most of the Challenge on (3 miles, from my parent's house to the county line and back. 3.5 miles from my current house to the county line and back.)

We re-named the little river the road crosses on that stretch to the Nimrodel. We still call it that.

If you've any questions ask me anything you want!

[just-a-little-cellist]

Hello! I saw that your requests might be open so I figured I'd send one in! I might actually send in a couple if it's alright ;-;

Could you please write something about the Fellowship (+ Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer if possible) with a reader whose hands are always super cold and prone to frostbite? So they have to wear like 3 pairs of gloves in brisk weather just to keep their hands safe.

I have a condition called Raynaud's Syndrome where the blood vessels in my hands actually constrict in the cold so I lose circulation to my fingers if I don't wear layers of gloves and hand warmers, and I actually run the risk of losing my fingers so with colder months moving in I would love some comfort about it. Thanks so much dear, thank you and take care of yourself!

(of course it's alright! send as many requests as you want x I don't write for all of the fellowship individually (not totally confident with all their characterisation yet 😅) so I'm just going to do the ones on my character list :) I hope this is ok!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir, Faramir (separately) x gender neutral reader - no warnings, all SFW)

Sam:

Sam is constantly worrying over you the second it starts getting cold. Every 10 seconds he's checking up on you, asking if you're feeling ok, are you too cold, do you need another pair of gloves? Even if you insist that you're completely fine, he'll insist on giving you his own gloves, 'just in case', and if you're travelling then he'll fuss over you being sat close enough to the fire.

Pippin:

Pippin will make a lot of jokes about how you always seem to be cold until you explain your condition and he realises how serious it can be. He still teases you sometimes, but he's much more sensitive about it and only makes jokes once he knows you're completely fine and you've got enough layers on. (He's secretly nervous over you a lot but tries not to outwardly worry you too much.)

Aragorn:

Aragorn is more of a silent worrier than the others. Obviously he'll make sure you have everything you need to stay warm and then some, but his support is wordless. You'll often find yourself with extra gloves in your pack that you're certain you didn't put there, or with blankets covering you that definitely weren't there when you went to sleep. He doesn't fuss too much though, he trusts that you know your condition and limits far better than he does.

Legolas:

Legolas panics a little when you first explain your condition to him. Humans are just so fragile and he forgets sometimes! It means he's constantly keeping an eye on you, and will get whatever you need at the drop of a hat. He doesn't particularly feel the cold, so he will practically pile any of his spare clothes on you to keep you warm, and he doesn't sleep much, so he watches you to make sure you don't get cold in the night.

Boromir:

Boromir is a gentleman, and is definitely the type to offer his cloak as soon as he feels a chill in the air. Even if he's cold now, he assures you that he is fine and that you need it far more than he does. If you're in Gondor with him, he'll have custom gloves specially made for you to keep your hands as warm as possible. (He's also taken to carrying a spare pair around with him, just in case you should need them.)

Faramir:

Faramir, upon learning of your condition, will immediately try to learn more about it. He'll do as much research as he can and will provide whatever will help the most to assist with managing it, and if there's anything additional you suggest he leaps to get it done for you. He's also the best about comforting you if you have anxiety surrounding it, ensuring that you both know how to manage it as best you can and that he'll do anything to keep you safe.

[thelegendofeowyn]

Me trying to find almost every mention of folkloric will-o'-the-wisps is thwarted by exactly what this quote describes. What do you MEAN "fire drakes" were considered wisps? I thought they were like dragons or fire salamanders or some shit. What does "drake" even MEAN if not DRAGON?

AMONG the many sources of superstition in this and other countries, the phenomenon well known as the Will-o'-the Wisp has from time immemorial held a prominent place. Indeed, it would be no easy task to enumerate the various shapes in which the imagination has pictured this mysterious appearance, not to mention the manifold legends that have clustered round it.

- T. F. Thiselton Dyers, "The Will-o'-the-Wisp and Its Folk-Lore"

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There'd Better Be a Mirrorball | Azriel x OFC [part eleven]

Summary: A shift in the wind and in her mind. He makes a vow.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: violence, heavy swearing, brief description of sex. drugging/poisoning, threats, skinning (brief), anger, angst

Minors, do not interact.

a/n: sometimes you just have to go out to a goth bar with your friend and make out with a random guy for research/inspiration purposes, you know? he actually gave me a great idea, right as i was leaving, i made eye contact with him and he rushed up to me, said "come here, dame un beso," and pulled my face to his for a goodbye kiss. he did the whole cupping-my-face-with-one-hand and slid the other one around my waist thing too, and then gave my bottom a quick smack when i pulled away. writing material indeed

part ten

masterlist

"A tear in the membrane

Allows the voices.

They wanna push you off the path

With their low frequency wiring."

Thom Yorke, Hearing Damage

The late afternoon air was brisk to all around her yet she barely noticed, skin flushed and damp with sweat as it was. 

“-it was a matter of misinterpretation!-”

“-but the leader of the last clan of lightsingers grew ever more arrogant and unforgiving-”

She rushed through the throng of people in the main avenue, uncaring as her shoulder knocked into those around her, not hearing their insults and name calling as she pushed her way through the blurring masses, letting out a breath of relief as she broke through the crowd and into a grim alleyway, closed off by a single heavy chain crossing from one establishment to the other. 

“Elain Archeron gives the Shadowsinger a powdered remedy meant to treat his headaches from-”

Eowyn easily stepped over the heavy chain, but stumbled slightly at that particular whisper. It wasn’t often they said anything of interest about anyone she cared about. Not having the right headspace nor the time to linger on it, however, she regained her balance and continued on, evading the occasional obstruction in her way as she walked further down the alley towards the other side of the street. 

Halfway down she huffed to herself at the shift in wind that was now so familiar to her, the whooshing sound of flapping wings echoing from above before his voice did. 

“A little late to be out here, isn’t it?” Azriel’s voice called out cooly, keeping a step behind her. Whether by his doing or by their own accord, she felt his shadows crawl up her skirts and under her veil, weaving affectionately through her hair.

Any other time she would’ve laughed at their gentle tickling, pleased to see Azriel again after a week long mission. Now all her mind could focus on was getting to where she needed to go before she lost it again.

“I don’t recall inviting you,” she shot back immediately, but she knew she lacked her usual teasing tone. She shook her head quickly, as if trying to shake the shadows out from her hair but regretted the movement immediately, both because of the piercing pain that stabbed through her skull and because of the incomprehensible droop of the one specific shadow that liked to ride along her wrist or cupped in her hand whenever they were around.

She didn’t have time for this.

“Must’ve slipped your mind,” he parried, either ignoring her unamused tone or not noticing. Likely the former.

“If you’re going to follow me, fine, but don’t get in my way,” she practically barked, and found herself rather surprised that he didn’t so much as flinch at her tone, as anyone else would do. He simply remained silent and unruffled, following close behind. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her curiously and attempting to decipher what had her in such a rotten mood, and although she regretted being so hostile to him, wishing she could simply greet him and converse with him as she did whenever he came back from missions, she simply couldn’t. Not now. 

She huffed and rounded the corner into the less busy street. 

Quick to surmise her intentions as she looked up at the sign outside the apothecary door, Azriel’s shadows rushed before her, opening and holding the door open for her to push her way through. Barely murmuring a short “thanks,” she stomped through the shop. 

“Don’t believe a single thing this bitch says,” she hissed at the young fae male who flinched in place, head whipping to look at her in terror as the herbalist merely patted his hand assuringly. “She’s a fucking charlatan,” she continued, finding herself being held back by Azriel who immediately rushed in after her to stop her from launching herself at the herbalist.

The fraud in question didn’t seem the slightest bit alarmed, much to her chagrin, as she only handed the young male his coins back, placing a hand over the tonic in front of them. “You give this a try, free of charge, sweetheart, and you’ll notice the difference immediately, Mother give you strength.”

The fae male– shooting a nervous look at the entirely veiled enraged female and the huge winged male holding her back– could do nothing but snatch the tonic and his coins and bolt out of the shop.

“You fucking cunt,” Eowyn seethed at the herbalist. She had begun to make monthly trips out into Velaris– a great achievement for someone who was something of a recluse for such a long time– and found her usual herbalist, Madame Loerma, growing increasingly suspicious of her use of sleeping draughts. She had thus begun to circle around other apothecaries, dabbling in a few only to get the products for twice Mme. Loerma’s price and half of its quality. Eowyn had thought that this particular herbalist wasn’t as bad as the others, however Aniika had royally and truly fucked her over. “What was in the fucking dwale?”

“You already know what was in the dwale or you wouldn’t be here, lovely.”

“Answer her question,” Azriel growled lowly, clearly wanting an explanation himself.

Eowyn ignored him.

“How do I get rid of it?” She shrugged Azriel’s arms away from her, stepping around the counter to face the herbalist who mirrored her movements, circling away while eyeing her and Azriel.

“You already know,” the grin the female sent her was unsettling, her eyes glinting brightly, almost reflective. If Eowyn didn’t know any better, she would say the herbalist was under the influence of some mind-bending nostrum, but alas she did know better. She had seen those glassy crazed eyes before.

“Oh quit it with the cryptic talk,” she snarled, “there must be another way to stop my head from fucking pounding.”

“Eowyn,” the way Azriel said her name, softly and only to her, yet firm and commanding of attention brought her face up to look at him, although he couldn’t see her under her veil. “Explain.”

She took a deep breath and held it before exhaling, trying to calm herself down. “She poisoned me,” no sooner had she spoken the words than he had the herbalist pinned to the wall, his shadows restricting her movements.

“And why,” he held Truthteller to her throat, “would you do such a thing?”

“She’s a witch!” The fae screeched, “I only put a little black hemlock in the dwale. It’s inoffensive to most High a-and lesser fae,” she said the last part quickly as he pressed the blade harder into her, “but it causes mild symptoms in witches.”

“What symptoms?” He pushed.

“Fever, headaches, body aches, visions,” she looked over his shoulder at Eowyn, but he deftly raised a wing, covering her from sight.

“And why would you do that?”

“I felt her,” her horrid breath shuddered in ecstasy that made his nose wrinkle in disgust, “I knew she was a witch when she came in for her sleeping draught last month and decided to add the hemlock to the batch she picked up last week— tell me, my Lady, have your eyes turned to their natural state? Can you feel her power coursing through your veins?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, then placed an arm on Azriel’s shoulder, “let’s go Az, she won’t tell me anything.”

“I’ll make her tell you,” he gritted, the dagger beginning to cut deeper but not into the thin flesh and muscle, but rather slicing parallel in the slow beginning of a skinning.

“No! No!,” she yelled out in fear and pain, “you can either access your full power-“

“No.”

“-or you can just ride it out! There’s no other way, I swear it!”

“How long?”

“Two o-or three days, give or take— oh no, please!”

“Anything else?” Azriel looked over his shoulder and when she shook her head, if perhaps trembling and feeling drained as she crashed down from her explosive rage, he only turned back to the herbalist and hissed with icy cold rage. “Explain to me why you care if she’s a witch, and why I should let you live another miserable day.”

“Th-the Daughter… carries the wisdom of the Mother,” she stammered, but she looked at him confusedly as if she only shared common knowledge, “she will bring us salvation from the clutches of twisted thinking and shield us from—“

“Don’t listen to this bullshit, she’s just a cultist, she’s been brainwashed,” Eowyn insisted, pulling on his arm.

Az frowned at her but let the fae go.

Eowyn made her way outside, but the wind carried his voice out with her. “Tell the others I want that poison out of this city by dusk tomorrow. If I find just the slightest indication it’s still in Velaris, or that you told anyone what happened here, I’ll come back and finish the job,” he snarled lowly.

It wasn’t a threat. It was an act of mercy.

—

Azriel remained silent by her side as she leaned heavily onto the brick wall on the side of the street, barely managing to round the corner into the same alleyway before taking a deep shuddering breath. Uncaring that the walls were slick with an unknown sticky substance, she leaned her head back to the wall, squeezing her temples with her trembling thumb and middle finger.

“Eowyn,” he breathed softly, lowly, and she almost kissed him for it, for her head felt like it would explode if he spoke any louder.

“Can you take me home?”she asked, equally as soft and while on any other occasion she would’ve felt profoundly ashamed and embarrassed to ask for help— wouldn’t have dared to ask for it in the first place, too proud to be seen as weak, to feel herself become weak— she found she just could not give a damn.

Azriel said nothing in reply, yet she flinched slightly when she felt him approach her. Her eyes, hidden behind the veil but still closed with heavy tiredness, were both burning and felt like they didn’t belong on her body and she knew, without looking at her reflection that they appeared all-white. 

She was a monster. She was a burden. Why would he ever bother with someone like her?

She felt his large strong and oh-so-careful hand cradle the back of her neck at the base, his other powerful arm reaching under her knees to swoop her in his arms while not jostling her head. 

In sync, as always, she moved of her own accord in response to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and even went so far as to lay her head on his sturdy collarbone as his arm slid around her back, holding her firmly and steadily to his chest.

“You okay?” He asked in a whisper, much too used to the way their bodies seemed to just instinctively move in response to one another. She told herself it was due to their frequent sparring and proximity.

He flew them home in silence for a while, not rushing her response until she breathed out an “I will be” into his neck, resting her face there and inhaling deeply. She breathed in his soothing scent of cedar and night-chilled mist. What mist smelled like, she had no clue, but it was the only way to describe that specific scent that was true only to him. 

He smelled like the misty droplets of almost-nothing water suspended in the air just before becoming tainted with the smell of earth as it lands upon a leaf or strand of grass. He smelled like the anticipation of nature, of life.

She pushed her straying thoughts away, fearful of any resurfacing delusions after a long day of loud voices in her head—loud voices! So loud she could barely hear herself think!— and the haunting visions she’d been plagued with all day.

The visions that came to mind now were of a different nature, basing entirely on the feeling of him so close, so solid, so safe around her.

Finally, she breathed, settling into that cloud of him, her left hand grasping a fistful of his wavy hair behind his ear, the other arm pulling him close to her. She couldn’t help but bask in his warmth as he flew through the early night sky, allowing his scent to permeate her senses. She buried her nose into his neck and inhaled deeply once again, shuddering at his smell, at the sound of his solid heartbeat under his skin, his strong powerful body carrying her so easily. She couldn’t get enough of him, she needed to dig deeper, fill every millimeter of her lungs with his scent, needed to fill all of her with all of him.

“Eowyn?” his voice sounded like it was underwater and thus was easy to ignore; his voice only fuelled the rest of her senses; she saw him bare and hard and aching, begging for her to take him, to let him take her. Flashes of him pounding into her, of him pressing such a strong powerful body down onto hers— “Eowyn, you’re trembling, are you alright?” He sounded scared and concerned and so unlike her eternally unemotional Illyrian.

His evident fear was like a bucket of ice cold water being poured over her head, as she gasped and jolted in his arms, eyes snapping open and pulling away from the vision she’d gotten sucked into. Like all the other visions she’d been plagued with all day, it seemed so solid, so real.

While the majority of her visions often replayed memories deeply buried, often distorted and turned extreme to exploit and lay out her vulnerabilities, this vision was different, if only just as concrete. Familiar, although it had never happened, but with the certainty that it was somehow fact and inevitable.

“I’m sorry,” she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut once again as she hugged him tighter. Tears slipped from her eyes, thick and viscous and burning, as if small trails of acid poured down her face. She panted as she tried to regain her composure, feeling her fingertips begin to tingle again, a telltale sign of her incoming episode, a sign she’d dismissed after her confrontation as lingering adrenaline. “Azriel, I can’t con-I can’t control them. Take me straight to Clotho and don’t- don’t listen anything I say-“

His jaw tightened, eyebrows furrowing as he frowned down at her, “I think I should take you to the house and have Madja look you over-“

“No,” she ground out through gritted teeth, “no, Clotho will know what to do, I—“ she cut herself off with a choked gasp, nails digging into Azriel’e shoulders, “please.” Then her voice changed like the flip of a switch, body falling limp and curling into itself. She spoke in a language he didn’t recognize, the consonants smooth and fluent but breathy and frightened. Her voice was barely a whisper in his ear as she spoke to someone in the recesses of her mind.

Nuunta caëderete

The next few hours came in blurry images to her. All out of order.

She knew she screamed and yelled and cried, but she couldn’t focus on anything at once as one vision turned into the next and twisted into a delusion.

She came back to consciousness, if only briefly enough, to catch a brief glance at Azriel rushing her into the library, calling out for Clotho. She remembered seeing Gwyn standing over her, face contorted with concern as she reached over to remove the veil from her head. Eowyn was only conscious enough to place a hand over her mouth to try to quell the wave of nausea that hit her, trying to cover her burning eyes with the other hand only to be stilled in place by Azriel who held tightly onto her hand.

Movement and the soft press of a mattress confirmed she had been put down in bed, but barely noticed it with the flurry of robed figures around her shuffling the large and angry winged male out of the room who refused to leave her side.

Somehow still aware of him– always aware of him like some kind of echo-location– she only had the presence of mind to snarl an, “out!” before the visions and the darkness took over again.

– 

She was not aware that the Shadowsinger paced outside of the healers quarters for half an hour until the High Lord himself came in to fetch him, finding his brother angry and concerned, his hair a mess from running his hands through it and eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears of worry. 

She didn’t know that that was the moment when he decided he couldn’t live without her.

No one was any the wiser to know that at that moment, he swore an oath, if only to himself– if the bargain ink that appeared in the shape of an unfamiliar rune on the side of his hip, in the exact same spot where Eowyn had her scar, confirmed– that wherever Eowyn went, Azriel vowed now and forever, to follow.

part twelve

taglist: @lilah-asteria , @a-courtof-azriel, @honk4emoboyz , @feyretopia , @mrsjna , @buttermilktea11 , @bravo-delta-eccho , @kylieinwonderland, @adventure-awaits13

[popjunkie42]

I’m A Court of Thorns and Roses and The Folk of the Air fanfiction writer, mostly Feysand-focused and all my works are available on AO3. I also have some short poetry pieces and a few art commissions! All works complete unless otherwise noted.

✨Feysand✨

Hate Me Instead 🌶️ - Rhysand and Feyre both struggle with her first visit to the Night Court in this alternative version to early events in ACOMAF. What if Rhysand had stuck around for more for lessons and both of them were making rather poor decisions? From Rhys's POV. Read on AO3.

Eureka - A one-off where Rhysand finds something exciting in one of his dusty old books, and goes on a late-night research tear, much to Feyre's amusement. Nerdy Rhys wears glasses. Read on AO3

Present - Written for Feysand Week 2023. Feyre and Rhys have fallen into a comfortable pattern of training, bantering, and living life on the precipice of war and uncertainty. Rhys tries to enjoy their newfound domesticity while moving between the past, present and future. Read on AO3

One for My Baby, One for the Road - Five nights Feyre lost to the faerie wine Under the Mountain.

Enchanted, Enthralled 🌶️ - Vampire!Feyre is unleashed upon an unsuspecting Rhysand

Blossoming in Winter - A first Hybern war AU inspired by the story of Faramir and Eowyn in Lord of the Rings. Written for the ACOTAR 2023 Gift Exchange for @witchlingsandwyverns. Check out the Playlist.

The Thief and the Rake 🌶️ - (ongoing) A Feysand Regency AU. Forgotten by all good society, the Archerons receive a surprise invitation from a distant relative that gives the sisters a chance for one single season in London.

Painted Blind 🌶️ - (ongoing) What Feyre Archeron wants is simple: enough food, gold and safety to take care of her family. But when a terrifying fae beast crosses the wall and enters the human lands, she finds that simple, safe life slipping out of reach. Part one of an ACOTAR re-telling inspired by the Greek myth of Psyche and Eros.

Chains 🌶️ - (ongoing) Lucien steals Feyre away from the safety of the Night Court as she and Rhys train in the Illyrian Steppes. Winnowing her to the Spring Court and Tamlin, Feyre must contend with the consequences of leaving while held against her will. An ACOMAF Chapter 47 divergence.

Night Falling - After the murder of his mother and sister by the Spring Court, Rhysand confronts his father, longing for punishment and absolution. Instead, the High Lord has a lesson for his youthful son. Written for Rhysand Week 2024.

Resurrect Me - Feyre Archeron is just trying to keep it together - her middling corporate job, her failing relationship with Tamlin, her abysmal mental health. Most days, she feels lost, adrift, out of place. So who could blame her when she starts having dreams about the tall, dark and handsome man she saw one day at the ramen shop? As the world seems to be unraveling around her, Feyre gives way to her curiosity about the mysterious stranger. For Feysand Week 2024

Hungry Thirsty Roots 🌶️ - The High Lady of the Night Court has everything she could ever desire - a loving mate, a beautiful baby boy, her family in Velaris. What does she have to fear when the autumn Goblin Market comes to town, shrouded in mist, there only for a single night of revelry and enchantment?

Upcoming Project: time won’t fly (it’s like I’m paralyzed by it) aka Timeloop!

🩶Nesta and Feyre🖤

sirens in the beat of your heart - Nesta discovers Feyre on the roof and enlists all her training to try and build bridges between the sisters. For Nesta Archeron Week 2024.

Books and Wings - A very fluffy one-off where Feyre goes to the library in the House of Wind to ask Nesta for a book recommendation. Post ACOSF, the sisters work to build their healing relationship.

✒️Poetry📜

Under The Mountain

Thorns

Huntress I

Calanmai

Knight Errant

🎨Art Commissions🖌️

Glasses Rhys by @b-astora (pairs well with Eureka!)

Feysand Dirty Dancing by @lilitherie

Psyche-Eros Feysand by @witchlingsandwyverns (for Painted Blind)

Art Nouveau Psyche-Eros Feysand by June Page (for Painted Blind)

Elucien Armageddon AU for @wilde-knight by the_megabee33

High Lord and Lady (a lil NSFW) by the_megabee33 for Feysand Week 2024

Regency Feysand by @millyillus/millyillus for Feysand Week 2024 (for The Thief and the Rake!)

Balconies and Bonds by sam.rosariio for Feysand Week 2024

🎵Playlists🎶

Feysand of the 70’s for Feysand Week 2023

Blossoming in Winter playlist for ACOTAR Gift Exchange 2023

Painted Blind Part One playlist

🗡��Jurdan🍷

naedre - 🌶️ (ongoing) The serpent never left. Not really. A collab with @whatishowedyouinthedark

[krchar]

tldr: my extremely important opinions in researching The Mummy ships; Evy and Rick are a well deserved classics; i discovered Ardeth/Jonathan and nothing is the same now; Anck Su Namun is like shown as sassy but deserves a little better of acknowledgement

wow so do you sometimes procrastinate by looking at AO3 what are the popular ships for certain fandoms, cause i do

so i did for The Mummy bc everyone is hot there, so I thought it would be wild - but it is not really, it is just cool and my life is changed - so as for my research

firstly, it is kinda nice that a canonical and explicit ship (Evy and Rick) is actually so likeable that it remains popular and it actually remains far at the top and people quite rarely break it for other ships, and like Evy is our beloved cool nerd <3 and Rick could leave out carrying her around to shut her up, but he's at the end of the day a supportive badass + he's hot like Evy is as well and so is everyone else

BUT i found that Jonathan and Ardeth are quite a thing in the fandom, it is called Jardeth sometimes. a new horizon i tell you. and it's actually really funny and sweet, like the mysterious badass and the clumsy jester, and some content for it is so great omg.. so i know this for two days, but im already diving into a fluffy WIP series on ao3

the shippers often say the headcanons rose from interactions in The Mummy Returns, which i mostly remember as a very wtf movie, but i rushed through their scenes, so it is truth that Ardeth pays J quite a lot of attention, the authors probably wanted them to make friends at least, although there are not that many scenes in the end.. most of it would not have to be so clearly flirty, although they are quite touchy feely, but like, everyone is touchy feely there

but damn

that scene where they talk about weapon skills just doesn't make any sense omg - Ardeth actually approaches Jonathan, as r/e are fluffy and sad about their kidnapped kid and J stands a little aside - and like A looks at J and stands up and walks to him looking somewhat nervous really, or is it just my impression? he then asks J if he's good with a rifle that J meanwhile grabs, so the only other reason i thought of (other than like.. being generally interested in conversation but being shy.. maybe because of hots) is that he might have been worried what this disaster of a person would do later in the fight - that makes sense i guess, cause he asks about the rifle and later gives him some advice on killing mummies - and then J starts flexing wild, i guess it is still a little in character, but then he asks A about his skill with sword, and ARDETH STARTS FLEXING AS WELL , like even the advice is dramatic sassy flexing, like the always reasonable (apart from the plane scene) wise humble blahblah hero - he flexes by swishing the blade to J's throat so dramatically it is even stupid, and the look he makes thereafter, like he's sassy and dramatic, then when he finishes his stuff, he lets the blade down and kind of softens and nods and measures J amusedly, like seriously (edit p.s.: also J is weirdly nervous when he notices Ardeth at his side?? like before he even starts to speak? like they know each other for quite some time, they spoke quite casually even during this movie, what are you afraid of bro?)

the fun is it actually reminds me of that weird interaction between Aragorn and Eowyn before the battle, where he like should probably be supportive, but kind of flexes and puts her down a bit - Aragorn is def rather in love with Arwen and in fact Eowyn is a kid to him, but, talking just about filming language, it always seemed to me that in the movies they kind of suggested that he had a thing for Eowyn in a way, maybe just being depressed after the assumed breakup, but whatever - so this similarity is like.. really..? ok...

so like ..i get the shippers based on this scene of like less than half a minute

but like also other tiny moments change in that light hehe - like Ardeth being amused by Jonathan, being generally weirdly interested in each other's stuff etc.. i can see the point

otherwise, Ardeth is of course terribly hot, so he's also shipped with OCs and everyone else, but very popular is a threesome with rick and evy, so that would be quite a family

just a last note, Anck Su Namun deserved a bit better in the second movie i think, she is kind of badass and sassy, but she is really too much of a bitch and lets Imhotep burn, like, ok realistically it is natural to not react perfectly in such danger, but like, it is shown as a sort of betrayal, and like, yeah, they did the apocalypse, but in the first movie she and Imphotep felt kind of understandable in the backstory and i always felt like she was herself a victim of a terrible system that deprived her of free will and bodily autonomy, which she actually states with her last words - and i did not have very much of a pity for the pharaoh tbh - so like.. if they did not kill so many people, i'd actually root for them quite a lot (and they get an acceptable percentage on ao3, being only below e/r, jardeth, and e/r/a threesome)

ok... that was my rant

[emmanuellececchi]

*facepalm*

So... As I said recently, I cannot really do my research without writing, seems my brain goes in sad mood. So I decided to work on various WIP I had.

I just finished a FF16 fanfiction that I written as a : "spicy, funny, ridiculous" Joshua x OC.... It was supposed to be a short, one shot, silly bit.

Erm... It is already 13k long and I am still editiing. It is less silly than I thought... Well, damn.

(the two other WIPs are a Gimli and Galadriel and a Eowyn vs Denethor... yes LOTR is back in my writing schedule).

[essenceofarda]

question:

i'm hankering to start (!!!) a Post-War-of-the-Ring fancomic that can basically be summed up as: Faramir and Eowyn are newlyweds and Eowyn has gotten to know her new husband's favorite cousin and is convinced said cousin (Lothiriel) would make the perfect bride for her brother (Eomer). Matchmaking shenanigans ensue haha 😆😏

Is that something y'all would read??

Note: i am Not a historian and while I might try to do my research re: anglo saxon stuff or making things look legitimately anglo saxon/viking-ish and/or convincingly Gondorian I'm not,,, the best at at this kind of thing so this comic probably wouldn't be for die-hardened canon/history-stickler readers... but more for farawyn and eothiriel shippers who just want a fun read 😳😬

But anyway... I'm also kinda slow with making fancomics but now that I've kinda given up trying to make art as a career i do have a bit more time to devote to fandom stuff,,

so... yeah. Let me know if that's something that might have potential readers bc i'm kinda digging the idea of turning this "fic" idea into a fancomic 😅

[iknowimdespicableme]

Whatever the opposite of a writer’s block is, I have it and now I want to write like nobody’s business. So! Those who come across this, feel free to throw me a request!

Key -

Type of writing

Oneshot 🌻, Word Vomit 🌿, Poem 🍂, Analysis 🥀

How the character is related to the work

Perspective character 🌕, Main Character 🌖, Central Side Character 🌗, Peripheral Side Character 🌘, Mentioned Character 🌑

I will write prompts including:

Rings of Power

- Young Galadriel

- Young Sauron

- Young Elrond

- Durin

- Disa

- Young Gandalf

- Nori Brandyfoot

- Arondir

- Bronwyn

The Hobbit

- Thorin Oakenshield

Voice like a drum, love like a melody 🌻🌖

- Bilbo Baggins

Voice like a drum, love like a melody🌻🌕

- Gandalf the Grey

- Any members of the company, just may need to do some extra research and it will be delayed a tad

-Thranduil

-Bard the Bowman

Lord of the Rings

-Gandalf the White

- Aragorn

- Legolas Greenleaf

- Gimli

- Frodo Baggins

- Samwise Gamgee

- Pippin Took

- Merry Brandybuck

- Boromir

- Faramir

- Eowyn

- Eomer

- Theoden

Dream SMP

- C!Tommy

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌑

- C!Tubbo

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌖

- C!Philza

A Lighthouse and a Void 🥀🌑

- C!Karl

Flame🍂🌑

- C!Ranboo

A Lighthouse and a Void🥀🌖

- C!Technoblade

- C!Quackity

Flame🍂🌖

- C!Charlie

Flame🍂🌗

-C!Fundy

In and Out (Of Sync)🌿🌕

-C!Wilbur (I will not write about him again, but I am proud of the work I have done with him)

Life Before You🌿🌕

Flame🍂🌗

In and Out (Of Sync)🌿🌑

If asked, I can also talk about my oc’s:

Searing, Scorching, Blistering

Modern Fantasy

Wherein two brothers attempting to lay low from their oppressive colonizers get swept into a underground society consisting of heists, blackmailing, and corruption. As they navigate their relationship with each other and themselves, could they learn to trust again?

- Wiljem

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Taher

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Liizesk

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Rahn

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Aire

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Jeb

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

- Tirakem

An Introduction to my Searing, Scorching, Blistering original characters 🥀🌖

Apprentices!

Semi-Satire Fantasy

In a world long after the dark lord evil thing gets destroyed, it is a rite of passage to go on a journey to mark the end of their apprenticeship, mirroring the tales of old. But, is there any real quests left? 5 apprentices and their resident exhausted chaperone expect nothing when they set out on a simple transportation mission. However, there is something deeper brewing within their adventure.

- Aminah

- Ikal

- Ruaridh

- Xhemal

- Dumi

- Aglaia

- Linh

- Yati

- Iustus

- Folayan

- Ailean

- Ix Kaknab

- Phiesak

[malkaleh]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @emilykaldwen - love you friend.

01. how many works do you have on ao3? 236 (though this is over a lot of years - admittedly I’ve deleted some I just didn’t like anymore but also there is a lot of short fic)

02. what's your total ao3 word count? 366, 416

03. what fandoms do you write for? Currently: Tudors, Grishaverse (book and show), Tortall, West Wing, Hunger Games. But I have written for a lot of fandoms (some main past ones include Criminal Minds and Band of Brothers).

04. top five fics by kudos? I’ll add in if they are co-written or not after the fic because the ranking changes depending on if you count co-written or not.

Undertow (co-written) - Criminal Minds

It’s Not Because Of You (It’s Because Of Me) - Ted Lasso

Five Times Out Of Many David Rossi Realised He Was Happily Doomed - Criminal Minds

To Dwell In Enchantment - Criminal Minds

If I Could Go Back (co-written) - Criminal Minds

Four Times Penelope Hotchner Knew Her Fathers Loved Her - Criminal Minds (if you don’t count the co-written one(s))

What About Now - Criminal Minds (also if you don’t count cowritten)

05. do you respond to comments? I do my absolute best - I treasure every single kind comment I just…unfortunately spoons mean I’ve missed some sometimes but I’m getting better.

06. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? It’s either the Criminal Minds one in which I basically killed Everyone or the Toby Ziegler/Jason Gideon apocalypse fic or the Spooks apocalypse fic. I actually think all three of them do have hope - though just, not for the POV characters in the second and third ones. So probably the second.

07. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

08. do you get hate on fic? I have yes.

09. do you write smut? I do. It’s complicated but like, I do.

10. craziest cross over? Listen I once crossed over Band of Brothers, Generation Kill, Doctor Who, The West Wing, Good Omens and I think like Sherlock Holmes. I have written Tudors-West Wing-Law and Order UK-Pundits multiverse. I will absolutely write a ridiculous crossover.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Also not as far as a I know (I have this memory that one of them might have been but that could well be wrong).

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes several times. Delightful people and experiences.

14. all time favorite ship? Okay I don’t actually read fic for them as such but in terms of canon it’s Faramir/Eowyn and Beren/Luthien. FORMATIVE. All the Grishaverse canon ships. Jon/Thayet.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Into The Fire or The Tudors + Scarlet Pimpernel verse. Because I know how it goes and it goes Fucking Dark before the end and honestly not everyone is making it out and I do not want to be in the head of the character I’d have to be in to write it as it should be (for that length of time and for that amount of torture).

16. what are your writing strengths? I think world building. I don’t know, I really struggle with articulating my strengths but maybe that.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? DIALOGUE. Actual confidence.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? I’d want to be more fluent before I did but maybe one day I will have a fic with some Hebrew/Farsi.

19. first fandom you wrote in? The Bill (long running English police procedural) in terms of posted fic. In terms of the first fandom I could be said to have written in I think I may have written a bunch of Scarlet Pimpernel fic in my head.

20. favorite fic you've written? Okay Jewish Anne Boleyn in terms of finished work. I was so so scared to post it. That I wasn’t Jewish/Mizrahi/Biracial enough. That I hadn’t researched enough that I hadn’t written it right but I posted it. I feel a lot of that with the OT3 verse right now.

Tagging (if you want): @claudiajcregg @onekisstotakewithme @herawell @elysabeththequeene

[fictionadventurer]

Okay two things

Would you ever write a fairytale retelling that was set in Regency times? Incorporating the cultural expectations etc of Austen’s universe?

and also

Have you ever read The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey? I thought of you bc it’s a Russian fairytale retelling and is set in 1900s Alaska. It was fascinating but there’s some adult-ish content (mostly implied). I’d be so curious to hear your thoughts on it.

I'd probably do a retelling in a fantasy universe heavily inspired by the Regency period, but historical fiction intimidates me so much that I'm not sure I'd have the courage to try to write something historically accurate. Maybe one day research won't intimidate me, and my perfectionism would ease up enough to lower my standards for accuracy, but I don't see it happening soon.

I have seen The Snow Child a lot on retelling lists, and it has seemed intriguing (especially in winter), but I've so far avoided it out of a vague suspicion of that adult content. So unfortunately, I have no commentary to give.

[pinedemon]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier, and Ladybug and Cat Noir but only for Adrinette .

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

hey! i remember being on tumblr in the old days (old-ish, like 2014-2017) and asks were sooo common and so fun to just get to know people. i'm glad you're doing this, and i love to get asks!

about me and my job: i'm a researcher currently employed in a government lab where i work with common viruses like HSV and influenza in order to understand how they affect people with specific genetic diseases. microbiology (and biology in general) is one of my greatest passions and i LOVE geeking out about it. seriously don't get me started lol or please do actually. let's talk about it

fandoms: i'm kind of all over the place here. i love so much media but my biggest fandoms as you can tell from my blog are probably lotr/the hobbit, wwdits, btvs, hunter x hunter, the x files, and merlin. i also LOVE severance; it's such a great show but i'm not sure if there's even a fandom for it?? and i'm no hardcore shipper, but i like bagginshield, samfro, methur, nandermo (frankly any ship on the show), destiel because i'm still living in 2016, aziraphale/crowley, and mulder/scully. tbh there are probably so many more

writing/blog: i do love to write, yet i've never published any fics online before. BUT i've got a few fics in the works which i want to try to post soon -- my ao3 is the same as my tumblr although there's nothing on there yet except my treasured bookmarks lol. i'd like to get prompts or story snippet ideas, but sometimes i can be such a slow writer that i might struggle to respond to them. but who knows! maybe it'll bring out some inspiration in me.

pets/hobbies: i don't have any pets right now, and my hobbies usually involve playing and listening to music, writing, reading, making and collecting jewelry, and cooking.

as for being tagged in things, i'm happy to be tagged in anything! this blog is still very new, and i'm excited to make new mutuals here :)

thanks for the ask!