#i think im gonna finish chapter 6 of mallachel this month

[aran-morinorea]

WIP WEDNESDAY FRIDAY

It’s WIP Wednesday on a Friday! Let’s fuckin do it. Let's write things. Hell yeah.

Here’s how it works:

I will post the file names of five WIPs, and will also post a snippet of new content from one of them to get the ball rolling.

Send me an ask with the name of one of the listed WIPs and I will write you a minimum of three sentences in that WIP in response!

Multiple asks are fine ^-^

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

WIP names:

With Tar-Telepta, Aran Morinórea (coruling Mordor for fun and aesthetics; silvergifting; on ao3 here):

A Major Diplomatic Incident (Elrond has to deal with this shit?)

The Worst Road Trip (my love language is kidnapping your uncle)

Without Tar-Telepta:

Donating Blood (vivisecting your maia boyfriend; silvergifting)

Mallachel (accidental time travel with Nargothrond Celebrimbor and melted Sauron; silvergifting; on ao3 here)

Non-Euclidean Nan Elmoth (maeglin mind controlling glorfindel for fun and aesthetics)

snippet from Mallachel:

“It’s not as if I have anything better to do,” Celebrimbor shrugs. “I’m not leaving you here by yourself. I’m certainly not going to be, you know, introducing my new cat to anyone else, never mind one of these shapes.” 

His heart climbs into his throat as Mallachel stands, looming over him as the room darkens. “Perhaps, Tyelperinquar Curufinwion, you could make an attempt at silence.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve tried. It really never works,” says Celebrimbor. He could try to argue the patronymic, but that doesn’t seem productive. Unfortunately, what his brain comes up with to replace that impulse is reaching a hand up toward Mallachel’s hair. He wants to know if it’s smoking or entirely made of smoke.