#merildis

[trevisos]

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zelos, 27, he/she.

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[yellow-faerie]

OC prompts!! #42 with Nâc-ñgur to his unofficial mom-aunts Merildis and Eretompa?

Mmmmmm, yes please - found family, my beloved.

From this prompt list.

42 - "I'm rejecting society and going to live with the raccoons."

Merildis is knitting with Eretompa asleep on her shoulder, waiting for their fire biscuits to finish baking in the middle of the hot embers of the campfire, when there comes a loud ruckus somewhere to the east of them and Nâc-ñgur comes storming out the woods.

"I'm rejecting society and going to live with the raccoons," he declares barely taking a moment to stop.

Merildis puts down her knitting. "Really? Are the raccoons alright with that?"

"We'll find out!" And he stomps back into the woods.

"Come back by sundown!" Merildis calls after him, fairly certain he can still hear her. "The biscuits will be ready by then."

Eretompa stirs, looking up blearily at her wife. "Wha-" She begins, dazed and confused.

"Don't worry dear," Merildis says and presses a kiss to the side of her head. "It was just the boy. He'll be back later to tell us over tea and biscuits."

"Ah, alright," Eretompa says and settles back down to nap.

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The sun has just begun to set when Nâc-ñgur comes creeping back out of the woods.

"How were the raccoons?" Merildis asks. Eretompa looks up from where she's unwrapping the biscuits from their metal wraps.

"Fine. They were in good humour but then they threw me out."

"Oh, what happened Love?"

Nâc-ñgur sighs dramatically and flops down beside Merildis. "I had imposed on their hospitality too long," he sighs, throwing a hand over his eyes.

"Not the raccoons (although the One only knows how tired they must be of you by now) - what got you frustrated enough you resorted to abandoning society for the afternoon."

"It would have been forever," Nâc-ñgur mumbles, "but the raccoons still haven't warmed up to me properly yet."

Merildis finishes her row and turns her knitting around. "The explanation," she prompts quietly.

"It wasn't anything huge, if that's what you're worried about. Just a merchant who refused to call me by my name and wouldn't look in my eye. Just...annoying."

Merildis reaches out to gently pat his hand. "That's quite understandable. Now, by that smell, I should think that the biscuits..."

"...are quite done!" Eretompa finishes, holding up the box she had put them all in.

Nâc-ñgur sits up, his eyes bright. "Biscuits?" He asks hopefully but Eretompa holds the tin well out of his reach.

"Only if you promise to leave the poor raccoons alone."

Nâc-ñgur narrows his eyes. "Perhaps I will."

"Say it now."

Nâc-ñgur groans dramatically. "Fine, I promise I won't bother the raccoons anymore."

"There," Eretompa holds the biscuits out and Merildis steals one at the same time as Nâc-ñgur.

"Of course," he continues, polishing off the biscuit, "the badgers are apparently very friendly this time of year."

Merildis hits him with her knitting needle.

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[raaidens]

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Metal Gear Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Otacon/Solid Snake Summary:

Three weeks, two cars, one body, and a whole lot of changes.

(Post-Tanker. Philanthropy looks for a body and finds each other.)

well lads i’m finally posting some new shit! the beginnings of a wild post-tanker Adventure

[elf-and-iron]

Meme

NAME OF YOUR MUSE:  Thranduil Oropherion. He has others. (They’re not for public use.)



ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE:

AUGH MUST ART MORE The only one I have so far is the avatar. And some concepts!… but nothing drawn, alas. TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE: 1) Thranduil likes seafood. Not such a big thing living next to a lush and living river, right? But he ate from the ocean in his childhood, and the call of the Sea is as much the iodine taste of seaweed as it is the roar of waves, or the enticing path of light, leading forever away from the shore. He won’t go, but he’ll pay well for salt from well beyond the Mountain, that has the tang of the sea still on it.

2) Orcs hit him right in the uncanny valley. They’re just enough like him to be distressing, frightening, and oddly familiar, which combination sets him off like water and sodium. He has nightmares about what he could have been - would have been - had he taken up the black banner rather than the green.

THREE THINGS YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME: 


• Sculpting trees. Those soaring forest giants come from somewhere - and patient elven hands keep them trimmed, coaxed to grow in the proper directions, and free of parasites.

• Making jewelry. The love of the beautiful motivates him to sharpen his skill, not with practical armor or gleaming blades, but with wire, and ebony, and gems.  He favors silver and considers himself not fine enough an artisan to work with mithril.

• Exploring the Greenwood. It alarms people when he slips out to go see what that patch of oaks is up to now, so he’s learned to take at least one guard, but getting out and away from all the rituals of court and getting his feet on the ground cleanses his mind and reinvigorates his body.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES/LOVES:

• Merildis his bride, who loves him and has his love in return; and who will not be long with him, by choice. She lives now in Lorien, among her closest kin, and savors the more Noldorin culture there. Thranduil, for his part, does his best not to think too much of her, lest he dwell on their parting. He is too bound by his place in the Greenwood to seek her out. • Legolas, his single child, his eternal pride. Though their lives could not be more different, Thranduil is fiercely adoring, and fiercely protective, of his boy. • Radagast - The brown wizard is no less dire than the grey, but slightly easier to get along with, and in Thranduil’s opinion, smells better for lack of pipe-smoke. They share a passionate love of untamed places. Thranduil enjoys showing Radagast his trees. • Galadriel and to some extent, Celeborn as well, although he prefers the company of the Queen. He keeps up a friendly correspondence with her when travel is less dangerous between the kingdoms. • Celebrimbor – As much an idol as anything. Thranduil knows himself to be a lesser artist, but admires the greater works from the bottom of his heart. • Thorin – the bile between the King Under the Mountain and the King in the Greenwood is a constant source of frustration, amusement, and anticipation. Conversations may never get beyond acid barb-trading and interactions may not rise above rivalry, but it is a bitter, favorite rivalry. • The guards - and really, the Seneschal, the Wardens, and the rest of the Court and its vast support structure. Thranduil honestly likes his people, and honestly wishes to do right by them. (His methods are occasionally questionable, but the motive at least is admirable.)

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS: • Being unable to throw the Necromancer and all his scum out of the Greenwood on his own. Many elves and other denizens of the forest lost their lives to that long-running problem, and Thranduil holds himself accountable for each and every one of them. • Failing to talk Thorin and Bard down from going to war.

A PHOBIA YOUR MUSE HAS:

Orcs, and being unable to control his own darker impulses.

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[snotweek-blog]

Late Nights, Early Mornings by merildis

David isn't in bed when Hal wakes up.

[ao3feed-ddadds]

Heated

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vx9LLA

by merildis

A night at the bar among friends turns into something a bit more... heated.

Words: 3745, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Damien Bloodmarch, Robert Small

Relationships: Damien Bloodmarch/Robert Small

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Biting, Trans Male Character, Canon Trans Character, PIV Sex, Casual Sex, kind of?

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2vx9LLA

[simsfromvalinor]

Merildis being excited because he found a new medieval friend XD

Merildis: *talking about epic things*

Woman: *not impressed*

*hug*

Merildis: frieeeeeeeeends

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Why are you so cruel to your innocent ocs????????????? BE NICE TO THE BABIES OR I WILL TAKE THEM AWAY

I WANT SO BADLY TO BE NICE TO THEM BUT JIRT SAID NO THEY HAVE TO SUFFER 😭😭😭

On the plus side things do turn out ok after they die- they get lots of Mandos therapy and see Beren twice more (both times he dies he sticks around them for a while, so Luthien also gets to meet and get to know her husband's friends and saviors), and are all reembodied out of sheer willpower at the same time as Finrod, and make a little village on the edge of Valinor that turns into their "home base" where the more nomadic ones can always be sure of having a place to go even in a strange land, and their families too, and Laegbril and Eluihu get to reunite with the family that stayed behind and Eithrel gets to meet Arafinwe and Earwen. Merildis and Eretompa also low-key adopt Nac-ñgur (he keeps the name because "It's funny!" "I've earned it!" "It makes all the Calbenath uncomfy!") as chill mom-aunts, alongside a decent chunk of angsty-teen elves of varying Kindreds. Sirdal and Arasser live right next to a river and a forest and have a very doting partnership. Cirgladha is very happy that there's a decent shore-line (even if the jewel-beaches are a bit much) and is able to start healing the rift between Noldor and Teleri by their sheer power of steamrolling over and ignoring/ beating tension (their name is new-laughter for a reason)

Edrahil realizes that he actually really, really dislikes being a part of Tirion court now, (he doesn't mind politics, he minds Tirion politics) and unceremoniously "manipulates" Finrod into spending only the bare minimum amount of time there (it's not like Finrod enjoys it much either), which is surprisingly little considering that Arafinwe spent the first century or so of kingship attempting to patch the remaining Noldor together, and the second century or so ruthlessly delegating everything that could possibly be delegated because the royal family went from 30+ to about 5, essentially overnight. Actually, I think Edrahil is the one who makes a standardized weekend a Thing to elves, as opposed to just individualized break days. There are still (many) other break days, but now there's the weekend to Do Stuff With Your Dear Friends Who Literally Died For You And Is Paperwork Really More Important Than That Finrod?

So it's not all bad days! It just. Takes death to get there 😓

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

working some more on my Faithful ocs, figuring out their voices and appearences, giving them jobs, personalities, etc. and then realizing. They all die. Miserably, and slowly, one by one, in a great deal of pain.

Nac-ñgur (who I have grown most attached to, since characterizing him some in Sīe- his name pre-quest is Thōcotlaiw) has turned out to be the youngest. By which I mean he's ~55 at best (equ. 19). He joins for adventure and travel. AND HE'S BRUTALLY KILLED.

Eithrel, Orodreth's wife, and the original owner of Aeglos until she gives it to Finduilas before leaving, just in case the worst should happen- AND NEVER SEES HER FAMILY IN BELERIAND AGAIN.

I have a pair of very calm, pleasant trans shepherdess wives, joining because of duty and because some people need to have some sense on this eru-forsaken quest. Eretompa plays the drum, Merildis sings. Cottagecore goals. ONE OF THEM IS KILLED IN FRONT OF THE OTHER AND I DON'T KNOW WHO.

Laegbril, a Noldo lord from Aman terrified out of her wits but refusing to be a coward again, and Cîrgladha her friend, a Falath who swore themself to Finrod as an advisor, figuring they might as well go with their friend and their king, AND BOTH THEIR WORST FEARS ARE REALIZED.

Arasser who follows Sírdal out of unconfessed love- both of them are young too. I'm pretty sure he confesses to them just before GETTING EATEN ALIVE.

Elveahólë, who changes their name officially into the Sindarin Eluihú on the spot, repudiating her Fëanorion lords as she swears herself to a new one, AND FALLING VICTIM TO THE PREDICTION LAID DOWN, THIER BRAVERY AND GOODNESS WASTED.

I KNEW WHAT I WAS GETTING INTO OK?? I KNEW. THESE ARE THE FAITHFUL, NAMELESS EXCEPT FOR EDRAHIL, NOTABLE ONLY FOR BEING KILLED IN THE BACKGROUND. I WAS PREPARED. AND YET-

[raaidens]

Fandom: Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Rating: Explicit Relationships: Damien Bloodmarch/Robert Small

A night at the bar among friends turns into something a bit more... heated.

anyway i wrote some dream daddy pwp 

[raaidens]

David has never been a spiritual man.

a short, introspective, snake-focused otasune oneshot

[raaidens]

David probably should have been paying more attention.

here is some solimiller smut i wrote on impulse enjoy

[raaidens]

As it turns out, sometimes your partner catching you looking at porn can be a good thing.

so anyway i guess i wrote some otasune petplay smut bc i am incapable of being a normally productive person for more than like a day

[raaidens]

If you love someone, you have to be able to protect them.

(Nine years, told in snapshots.)

annnnd here’s the epilogue! i hope y’all enjoyed!!

[raaidens]

If you love someone, you have to be able to protect them.

(Nine years, told in snapshots.)

here’s chapter one of something i’ve been working on for a little while!